The summer has set in and its blisteringly warm in Calcutta, so what does one do at such a time? Come out with his "Summer collection 2012",unfortunately I did not have much options when it came to attire at home, no good shorts or tracks to wear in the pathetic weather that has hit the city, close to 40 degrees Celsius , its been like this for almost a month now, no respite it seems and the lowest temperature of 29 degrees is not much a fact to jump about.
So here I am chucking out a ton of my old clothes because some of them are winter wear and some are in pathetic condition , converting the ones in poor condition to cloths being used to clean up the house, I open and clear my wardrobe and what do I find?
I have no shorts at all, not boxers but shorts which I can wear at home, this is because I finally did chuck out the shorts I used to wear around 10 years back when I was playing football in the sand dunes of Dubai, in those days the shorts would reach my knees, now the same shorts barely cover my balls. So off they went and so did I to talk to my parents,
"I need new shorts"
"Not a problem" says my dad, he has a few friends in the complex in the whole clothing business and surely enough I get a huge selection of shorts delivered to my place a couple of days later.
Trying them on one at a time, typical parents commenting on what looks good and not, I finally like a pair of shorts which are again till my knees and they are of decent quality that I can wear the same when I do go outside to places like McDonalds or KFC.
When I tell my parents that I want more of the same in the same XL size, its like the earth has shattered and 2012 is upon us, ok well it is upon us but that is not the point, my parents can't seem to get the idea as to why I would want shorts till my knees, those are not shorts, they are quite large for you and well they are very baggy and loose fitting.
What they don't understand is that this is my master plan for saving money, you see, I did get around 4 pair of shorts of the size I wanted now the good part is that these shorts will serve me a lifetime, well not a lifetime but based on the fact above that a pair of shorts lasted for a good 10 years with rough wear and a whole lotta football matches in tough conditions, these new shorts will last longer since I don't play football anymore, retired from the game since I reached the high points of doing Cruyff turns on the tough hard concrete covered rooftops of Chintoo's house in Mansartala lane, back to the point, these are going to last me long and I wont have to buy a new pair in a long time, this is how we save money.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Time
You wake up on a sad Monday morning, rubbing the fairy dust from your eyes, scratching your hair and then your groin, its been a long yet short Sunday and well Mondays just suck ass, so you get off bed, do a couple of stretches look up at the clock and the alarm bells start ringing
"FFFFAAAAAAAKKKKKK, I am late"
"God dammit, fucking alarm didn't ring"
Rush, run, faster than the Flash, fuck the morning constitutional, fuck my breakfast we have to make it to the death hole called the office on time. Been late for the last 4 Mondays on the trot, not going to happen again.
Sound a little familiar, well I have had this fear of being late for appointments and the like ever since I heard my dad giving me a talk about how important it is to maintain time, true while I spend 2 hours at night practically trolling about on internet sites and forums, not once can I say that I have been late [uber late] for any appointment, if I am going to be late, I do have the decency and etiquette to call first.
Earlier today a friend of mine came over and he asked me what the time was
"7:30 PM" was the time showing on my wrist watch, before he could note the time, I intervened
"Umm dude, my watch is actually 15 minutes fast", yes people do keep their watch 5 minutes fast but the freakshow that I am would rather keep his watch 15 minutes fast, why do you ask?
its elementary my dear friends, you see on a long office day, when you see that time just wont fly by, you look up to your watch and it is 15 minutes ahead of the time it should be. THAT is a proper pick me up, "Dang I got 15 minutes less to burn up here and then I can go back home"
While Amir[ the friend who came over] looks up to my wall clock, ding dong that clock is 25 minutes fast, perplexed he looks at me
"Dude, that watch was bloody 10 minutes slow for the past 2 days, always keep it 15 minutes ahead so to counter that 10 minutes slow, I made it 25 minutes fast"
Still not getting it. "Ahhhh and the clock in my parents room is 15 minutes slow, my cell phones are 10 and 15 minutes ahead of time and the Cuckoo clock in the living room is 5 minutes fast"
Trying to make all time instruments negate each other, maybe the Cuckoo isn't the one on the wall. However looking at the watch and seeing time fly by when it isn't sure as hell makes for a happy reading on a shit assed work day.
"FFFFAAAAAAAKKKKKK, I am late"
"God dammit, fucking alarm didn't ring"
Rush, run, faster than the Flash, fuck the morning constitutional, fuck my breakfast we have to make it to the death hole called the office on time. Been late for the last 4 Mondays on the trot, not going to happen again.
Sound a little familiar, well I have had this fear of being late for appointments and the like ever since I heard my dad giving me a talk about how important it is to maintain time, true while I spend 2 hours at night practically trolling about on internet sites and forums, not once can I say that I have been late [uber late] for any appointment, if I am going to be late, I do have the decency and etiquette to call first.
Earlier today a friend of mine came over and he asked me what the time was
"7:30 PM" was the time showing on my wrist watch, before he could note the time, I intervened
"Umm dude, my watch is actually 15 minutes fast", yes people do keep their watch 5 minutes fast but the freakshow that I am would rather keep his watch 15 minutes fast, why do you ask?
its elementary my dear friends, you see on a long office day, when you see that time just wont fly by, you look up to your watch and it is 15 minutes ahead of the time it should be. THAT is a proper pick me up, "Dang I got 15 minutes less to burn up here and then I can go back home"
While Amir[ the friend who came over] looks up to my wall clock, ding dong that clock is 25 minutes fast, perplexed he looks at me
"Dude, that watch was bloody 10 minutes slow for the past 2 days, always keep it 15 minutes ahead so to counter that 10 minutes slow, I made it 25 minutes fast"
Still not getting it. "Ahhhh and the clock in my parents room is 15 minutes slow, my cell phones are 10 and 15 minutes ahead of time and the Cuckoo clock in the living room is 5 minutes fast"
Trying to make all time instruments negate each other, maybe the Cuckoo isn't the one on the wall. However looking at the watch and seeing time fly by when it isn't sure as hell makes for a happy reading on a shit assed work day.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
That ass!
Again, I need to repeat, I do not like cricket one bit, every single time I have been to a stadium its been against my will and well because my dad wants to take me to the ball game and have a little father son bonding which to be fair we never have been able to do ever since I started loving football and defected from the love of cricket that my father for some reason thinks I had.
A week ago my dad tells me that he got tickets for the Mumbai Indians V KKR game, we had already been to the Pune V KKR game a week back and I did not want to go and see another game, my dad however had the ace up his sleeve, he flashes an envelope and tells me, "have a look at the tickets"
I snatch em from his hand and glare at the last few words at the bottom of the ticket
"PLATINUM LOUNGE"
Get in my man, I though to myself, we are going to watch the match in style.
So the D day comes, while most of the crowd had to bear the scorching temperature in Calcutta for the 4 PM game, my dad and I walked on in style at 3 PM, a special entrance for us , red carpet and a lift to take us up to the lounge. Typical hot women escorting the 2 of us to our "box seats", which was a beautiful room, air conditioned of course, with a fridge with a ton of cola and juice, a couple of sofas, a lot of comfortable chairs and lots of KKR goodies and merchandize for us to take home, Indians we are of course, so all this was free. Plus the balcony adjoining the room was brilliant, we could see the entire game if we wanted from the outside as well, with half of the crowd staring at me in envy I believe as I walked out like a champion to get a view of the ground.
The other reason I did step out was that Sachin was being commemorated for his achievement of 100 centuries in international cricket and our great CM Mamata Banerjee [less said about her the better] was in all her glory praising Sachin for his achievement and all. Giving him a ton of goodies as well, Sachin also tried his hand in Bengali and Mamata tried hers in English, enough of that shit.
The good stuff was in the lounge, we also had a tv which was broadcasting the game on SET MAX and if we did miss something in the match we could catch the same event on TV a couple of seconds later.
Now the lounge is to be shared by a few people, this was not exclusive to us, so there was this father who had brought his crazy cricket loving 5-6 year old son, whose math skills were amazing, easily letting us know what the run rate should be or how many runs are needed per over for the Riders to win, astounding, this kid was brilliant in division and well even had a proper cricketing brain telling us constantly
"If Gambhir is out, we will lose" or "We need to score a boundary in every over now"
The other occupants in the room were a few college going kids who went berserk and were leaning on the balcony blocking my dad's view of the game as we sat like kings on the sofa, Dad was getting all hyper like he does in any cricket game
"Tell them to bloody move", "MOVE!", he kept on saying, I kept on telling him, calm down dad its alright, let em have a bit of fun.
With my dad constantly getting upset that he cant see the pitch, the other people in the lounge were a man and his oh so sweet daughter, dear lord she was something special, close to the most perfect woman I might have seen in the flesh. Beautiful was she, amazing body, face and she spoke amazing english, everything I probably needed in a woman cept the fact that she seems to like cricket more than football, thank you Lord for your creations.
So they also move to the balcony to see the game and as luck would have it, they end up standing right in front of our view, while my dad again is going berserk and wants them to move, I get to see this hot woman with this amazing ass, right in front of me jumping up and down, my dad keeps on telling me
"Why the hell don't they move? don't they know we can't see? Tell them to move na"
I keep on telling myself, calm down dad, I am getting to see a lot more than I actually want to see, the result of the match didn't bother me much, my day was made, the lady and that ass. Sweet Jesus, I love lounges and I LOVE WATCHING THIS KINDA CRICKET.
Dear Lord that was some ass that!
A week ago my dad tells me that he got tickets for the Mumbai Indians V KKR game, we had already been to the Pune V KKR game a week back and I did not want to go and see another game, my dad however had the ace up his sleeve, he flashes an envelope and tells me, "have a look at the tickets"
I snatch em from his hand and glare at the last few words at the bottom of the ticket
"PLATINUM LOUNGE"
Get in my man, I though to myself, we are going to watch the match in style.
So the D day comes, while most of the crowd had to bear the scorching temperature in Calcutta for the 4 PM game, my dad and I walked on in style at 3 PM, a special entrance for us , red carpet and a lift to take us up to the lounge. Typical hot women escorting the 2 of us to our "box seats", which was a beautiful room, air conditioned of course, with a fridge with a ton of cola and juice, a couple of sofas, a lot of comfortable chairs and lots of KKR goodies and merchandize for us to take home, Indians we are of course, so all this was free. Plus the balcony adjoining the room was brilliant, we could see the entire game if we wanted from the outside as well, with half of the crowd staring at me in envy I believe as I walked out like a champion to get a view of the ground.
The other reason I did step out was that Sachin was being commemorated for his achievement of 100 centuries in international cricket and our great CM Mamata Banerjee [less said about her the better] was in all her glory praising Sachin for his achievement and all. Giving him a ton of goodies as well, Sachin also tried his hand in Bengali and Mamata tried hers in English, enough of that shit.
The good stuff was in the lounge, we also had a tv which was broadcasting the game on SET MAX and if we did miss something in the match we could catch the same event on TV a couple of seconds later.
Now the lounge is to be shared by a few people, this was not exclusive to us, so there was this father who had brought his crazy cricket loving 5-6 year old son, whose math skills were amazing, easily letting us know what the run rate should be or how many runs are needed per over for the Riders to win, astounding, this kid was brilliant in division and well even had a proper cricketing brain telling us constantly
"If Gambhir is out, we will lose" or "We need to score a boundary in every over now"
The other occupants in the room were a few college going kids who went berserk and were leaning on the balcony blocking my dad's view of the game as we sat like kings on the sofa, Dad was getting all hyper like he does in any cricket game
"Tell them to bloody move", "MOVE!", he kept on saying, I kept on telling him, calm down dad its alright, let em have a bit of fun.
With my dad constantly getting upset that he cant see the pitch, the other people in the lounge were a man and his oh so sweet daughter, dear lord she was something special, close to the most perfect woman I might have seen in the flesh. Beautiful was she, amazing body, face and she spoke amazing english, everything I probably needed in a woman cept the fact that she seems to like cricket more than football, thank you Lord for your creations.
So they also move to the balcony to see the game and as luck would have it, they end up standing right in front of our view, while my dad again is going berserk and wants them to move, I get to see this hot woman with this amazing ass, right in front of me jumping up and down, my dad keeps on telling me
"Why the hell don't they move? don't they know we can't see? Tell them to move na"
I keep on telling myself, calm down dad, I am getting to see a lot more than I actually want to see, the result of the match didn't bother me much, my day was made, the lady and that ass. Sweet Jesus, I love lounges and I LOVE WATCHING THIS KINDA CRICKET.
Dear Lord that was some ass that!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
A city divided in two. No Dada, No KKR?
I guess the title is a dead giveaway of what I would be blogging about, the game of the season in this current IPL. The Kolkata Knight Riders Vs The Pune Warriors, now before I start I need to let you guys know, I am not a crazy cricket fanatic neither do I love cricket as much as some of the other sports, in fact I hate cricket, the only reason I went to the said match is because of my dad. He loves the sport, cannot believe I hate the sport and always wants me to enjoy this game, so to keep him happy and not in "angry dad" mode I tag along for these cricket matches that we get tickets for , seen an India Pak test , seen a couple of IPL games now. More importantly seen Dada, the darling , the prince of Calcutta score a century against Pakistan and all, so yeah I have been lucky to have witnessed some big events, like Messi's game in Calcutta and also Oli Kahn's last game for Munich.
This time we got tickets at the last moment for this HUGE game, running back from office and getting ready with my dad, I could see the shine in his eyes, he truly was excited, this was his Messi moment or similar to my Istanbul 2005 moment, ok, Istanbul was way bigger in many respects but he had that shine, "I am taking my son to a game and its going to be magical".
Typically we got in just after the first ball was bowled, had these awesome seats which were roughly 15 degrees to one of the set of wickets, yes I am very poor with the field positions in cricket. We got seats smack bang in the middle of the Pune supporters which was mixed in quite well with the KKR supporters, so we got the best of both worlds, when Pune did well they screamed and shouted and when KKR did well the other side screamed and shouted their lungs out.
You could feel the anticipation and the energy in the stadium, you did not need those fancy side screens and jumbotrons, we had the great one back in the city to play and try to keep his Pune team alive for the semis of the IPL, we had a ton of pro KKR supporters who were interspersed with the Pune supporters, we had best friends divided and loyalties being tested to the hilt.
A KKR supporter [wearing a cap] consoles his Warriors supporting friend after Gambhir takes off like a rocket.
There were the typical set of mad supporters who don't know when its time to sit and people have to randomly shout on em to get them off their chair and tell them to sit or they will call the police.
There was the typical old man who has seen it all and knows it all, this old person was our half time entertainment, letting us know how Snehashis Ganguly was always the better player compared to Dada, how ugly politics in this sport is, how crude life is for those who don't have the backing in this filth filled world of the BCCI and of course all of it was true and while he spoke so much sense it seemed he was out of his mind, constantly requiring Hi 5's for random listeners, breaking into crazy jingles and going "Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta" clapping his hands together like he was part of a matching band, for all his legit talk about the sport he was let down by his madness or was it just a show for us to listen out to him and not take things seriously, just let things be , he could not change much after being in the system for years what chance did we have of doing anything?
There were the stupid dumb idiots who came in with their "girls" and try to act all macho and all, macho here means when they do the time out countdown , this bloke puts his hand up when the DJ starts counting down from "5...4...3....2....1" , so he uses his fingers to show 5,4,3,2 and 1, 1 here means he will point the middle finger out to a random cameraman in hope and expectation that he will be shown on TV. Idiot, no one is impressed by such nonsense, actually the women he was with , they were crazy good impressed, thank fuck some random person threw a packet of water on them later on in the game.
There was this quiet person sitting next to me, watching the game with intent and loving every minute of it, watching it like a proper gentleman, waiting for the Prince to come out and when he did come out to bat, this man's face started shining, he loved Dada, you could see it in his face, when there was this chance that Dada and Pune might pull it off, this man was almost letting off the words "I always have trusted you Dada, you are the best". Sadly when Dada was dismissed and Pune lost, the man was heartbroken, destroyed and demoralized, "Maybe next time, Dada will do it for sure, next time", he softly said to himself.
Those energetic kids who came to watch their first live cricket match, going bonkers in every hit and miss, loving the fact that their father took them to such a big event, the father being so proud that he could provide such a chance to his kid, guess my dad felt the same about taking me to the ball game.
The crowd , again were brilliant, applauding every clean shot, near miss, dismissal, the Calcutta Wave which was something everyone should be a part off. The greatest part was that while players were doing their bit, Gambhir scores a 50, they applaud , Sunil Narine bowls this amazing maiden, they applaud, Mathews goes bonkers on Pathan they applaud but the standing ovation comes for Dada, after he is dismissed, so what if he could not guide them, he is still the best.
The setting was immaculate, when people say "You have to watch a match at the Eden Gardens", they are right, its crazy, its beautiful, its energetic, lively, its what life should be. Words fail to describe what I actually felt there sitting mostly but watching people letting out their emotions, women screaming out support only for one man, boys , kids, men all acting the same way. Its brilliant.
I did not go to this event because I like cricket, I went there because my father always wants to take me along for these cricket games, while I always hated going to them, this one night certainly will live on, its not the result at the end which mattered to me. The people, the emotions, the love, the hate, the banter, the energy, the despair, the tension and the setting, that is something everyone should experience, wont write much more, will just sign off with this amazing snap I took.
This time we got tickets at the last moment for this HUGE game, running back from office and getting ready with my dad, I could see the shine in his eyes, he truly was excited, this was his Messi moment or similar to my Istanbul 2005 moment, ok, Istanbul was way bigger in many respects but he had that shine, "I am taking my son to a game and its going to be magical".
Typically we got in just after the first ball was bowled, had these awesome seats which were roughly 15 degrees to one of the set of wickets, yes I am very poor with the field positions in cricket. We got seats smack bang in the middle of the Pune supporters which was mixed in quite well with the KKR supporters, so we got the best of both worlds, when Pune did well they screamed and shouted and when KKR did well the other side screamed and shouted their lungs out.
You could feel the anticipation and the energy in the stadium, you did not need those fancy side screens and jumbotrons, we had the great one back in the city to play and try to keep his Pune team alive for the semis of the IPL, we had a ton of pro KKR supporters who were interspersed with the Pune supporters, we had best friends divided and loyalties being tested to the hilt.
A KKR supporter [wearing a cap] consoles his Warriors supporting friend after Gambhir takes off like a rocket.
There were the typical set of mad supporters who don't know when its time to sit and people have to randomly shout on em to get them off their chair and tell them to sit or they will call the police.
There was the typical old man who has seen it all and knows it all, this old person was our half time entertainment, letting us know how Snehashis Ganguly was always the better player compared to Dada, how ugly politics in this sport is, how crude life is for those who don't have the backing in this filth filled world of the BCCI and of course all of it was true and while he spoke so much sense it seemed he was out of his mind, constantly requiring Hi 5's for random listeners, breaking into crazy jingles and going "Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta" clapping his hands together like he was part of a matching band, for all his legit talk about the sport he was let down by his madness or was it just a show for us to listen out to him and not take things seriously, just let things be , he could not change much after being in the system for years what chance did we have of doing anything?
There were the stupid dumb idiots who came in with their "girls" and try to act all macho and all, macho here means when they do the time out countdown , this bloke puts his hand up when the DJ starts counting down from "5...4...3....2....1" , so he uses his fingers to show 5,4,3,2 and 1, 1 here means he will point the middle finger out to a random cameraman in hope and expectation that he will be shown on TV. Idiot, no one is impressed by such nonsense, actually the women he was with , they were crazy good impressed, thank fuck some random person threw a packet of water on them later on in the game.
There was this quiet person sitting next to me, watching the game with intent and loving every minute of it, watching it like a proper gentleman, waiting for the Prince to come out and when he did come out to bat, this man's face started shining, he loved Dada, you could see it in his face, when there was this chance that Dada and Pune might pull it off, this man was almost letting off the words "I always have trusted you Dada, you are the best". Sadly when Dada was dismissed and Pune lost, the man was heartbroken, destroyed and demoralized, "Maybe next time, Dada will do it for sure, next time", he softly said to himself.
Those energetic kids who came to watch their first live cricket match, going bonkers in every hit and miss, loving the fact that their father took them to such a big event, the father being so proud that he could provide such a chance to his kid, guess my dad felt the same about taking me to the ball game.
The crowd , again were brilliant, applauding every clean shot, near miss, dismissal, the Calcutta Wave which was something everyone should be a part off. The greatest part was that while players were doing their bit, Gambhir scores a 50, they applaud , Sunil Narine bowls this amazing maiden, they applaud, Mathews goes bonkers on Pathan they applaud but the standing ovation comes for Dada, after he is dismissed, so what if he could not guide them, he is still the best.
The setting was immaculate, when people say "You have to watch a match at the Eden Gardens", they are right, its crazy, its beautiful, its energetic, lively, its what life should be. Words fail to describe what I actually felt there sitting mostly but watching people letting out their emotions, women screaming out support only for one man, boys , kids, men all acting the same way. Its brilliant.
I did not go to this event because I like cricket, I went there because my father always wants to take me along for these cricket games, while I always hated going to them, this one night certainly will live on, its not the result at the end which mattered to me. The people, the emotions, the love, the hate, the banter, the energy, the despair, the tension and the setting, that is something everyone should experience, wont write much more, will just sign off with this amazing snap I took.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Fight Club?
First rule of Fight Club is – you do not talk about Fight Club
So I wont be talking about "Fight Club", can't break the rules.
Truth be told, I just recently got to see this amazing masterpiece of a movie with such brilliant performances and this whole anarchy reign, take over the world, screw the value system , psycho having problems thing.
The reason why I have been avoiding the said movie for oh so long?
A hindi movie with the same name was released years after the original and it had a subplot also of the "Fight Club".
Comparing the two is a sin but I cannot believe I avoided such a movie just because a bollywood flick had the same name and had a few scenes copied from the original. The copied scenes weren't even the brilliant ones just random fight scenes.
So on the one side we have this whole crazy bit about how we buy things we don't like and how we work in jobs we don't like making money to buy the said unlikeable things, the other crummy movie had this whole plot of friends opening a fight club for well, what? a Fight!
The Fight club was opened in the original just out of no reason, it had a much bigger part to play in the movie later on with a couple of personalities and a ton of zombies, here in the bollywood version we had the fight club and that was that, the whole movie was based on that shit assed basis.
The fights here were brutal savage beatings with a meaning , a sense of escape from the crummy rule filled life we lead and how we all try to fit in a society that certainly tries to make us do and act unlike the way we want, almost become numb to our internal feelings and cravings trying to satisfy what others want. This one had a lesbian fight for no reason, which gave the producer and director half a chance to get two scantily clad women to fight and strip their clothes off.
Here we had Helena Bonham Carter giving out a brilliant performance of this crazy girl or showing people later on who the real crazy people are, there we had Amrita Arora and Dia Mirza [sure hotter than Helena] but both playing bimbos who have nothing to do in the entire movie, except to dance about and look hot. Ok Amrita Arora is smoking hot but that whole shit dance on the beaches served no purpose to the movie.
On one side we have this dark twisted human being trying to take over the city, if not the world with his countless drones of "monkeys", there we have a random set of 4 monkeys trying to tell us a story which should never have come out and damaged this mind of mine.
It has taken me a good 4-5 years to get the courage to see the Original Fight Club, Its always better late than never, while I might have missed on this masterpiece earlier, this time no mistakes were made, a beautiful movie, and Bollywood, please FFS stop using the same names as the American/Hollywood movies, if you do, please let us know that the movie does not relate to the namesake and IF IT DOES, DO NOT FUCK UP MOVIES LIKE YOU GUYS DO ALWAYS WITH THOSE REMAKES.
Players, thank fuck I did not watch that, the only good thing about the Bollywood fight club were the sequences with Arora but then again, she has random hot songs in every movie she has been in, Girlfriend was another, "Lesbian love story" oh how crummy that turned out to be also.
So I wont be talking about "Fight Club", can't break the rules.
Truth be told, I just recently got to see this amazing masterpiece of a movie with such brilliant performances and this whole anarchy reign, take over the world, screw the value system , psycho having problems thing.
The reason why I have been avoiding the said movie for oh so long?
A hindi movie with the same name was released years after the original and it had a subplot also of the "Fight Club".
Comparing the two is a sin but I cannot believe I avoided such a movie just because a bollywood flick had the same name and had a few scenes copied from the original. The copied scenes weren't even the brilliant ones just random fight scenes.
So on the one side we have this whole crazy bit about how we buy things we don't like and how we work in jobs we don't like making money to buy the said unlikeable things, the other crummy movie had this whole plot of friends opening a fight club for well, what? a Fight!
The Fight club was opened in the original just out of no reason, it had a much bigger part to play in the movie later on with a couple of personalities and a ton of zombies, here in the bollywood version we had the fight club and that was that, the whole movie was based on that shit assed basis.
The fights here were brutal savage beatings with a meaning , a sense of escape from the crummy rule filled life we lead and how we all try to fit in a society that certainly tries to make us do and act unlike the way we want, almost become numb to our internal feelings and cravings trying to satisfy what others want. This one had a lesbian fight for no reason, which gave the producer and director half a chance to get two scantily clad women to fight and strip their clothes off.
Here we had Helena Bonham Carter giving out a brilliant performance of this crazy girl or showing people later on who the real crazy people are, there we had Amrita Arora and Dia Mirza [sure hotter than Helena] but both playing bimbos who have nothing to do in the entire movie, except to dance about and look hot. Ok Amrita Arora is smoking hot but that whole shit dance on the beaches served no purpose to the movie.
On one side we have this dark twisted human being trying to take over the city, if not the world with his countless drones of "monkeys", there we have a random set of 4 monkeys trying to tell us a story which should never have come out and damaged this mind of mine.
It has taken me a good 4-5 years to get the courage to see the Original Fight Club, Its always better late than never, while I might have missed on this masterpiece earlier, this time no mistakes were made, a beautiful movie, and Bollywood, please FFS stop using the same names as the American/Hollywood movies, if you do, please let us know that the movie does not relate to the namesake and IF IT DOES, DO NOT FUCK UP MOVIES LIKE YOU GUYS DO ALWAYS WITH THOSE REMAKES.
Players, thank fuck I did not watch that, the only good thing about the Bollywood fight club were the sequences with Arora but then again, she has random hot songs in every movie she has been in, Girlfriend was another, "Lesbian love story" oh how crummy that turned out to be also.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Kidderpore/Ekbalpore: A city in a city
Living in a city with a population of close to 5 million is not easy, vast stretches of land with tons of teaming people, the hustle and bustle of a so called Metro city and now work being another variable put into an equation called life.
Fortunately for me, I live in an area called Kidderpore/Ekbalpore which I used to think was just a noisy little neighborhood with randomness and the typical days of life just passing by. Never did I think this one area would actually serve a much larger purpose in life.
For close to 5 years I commuted to an area called Salt Lake for education, my graduation and post graduation courses were done in this area. Roaming about was a necessity as with most college students because no one in their graduation does ever go to class , rather bunks class to roam about freely and explore said world.
Now coming from the "city" of Kidderpore where there were constant fights in school, mad people running about and throwing stones in front of shops, violence on the streets, having our own version of the "bull run" during Eid [yeah ZNMD has nothing on what I have seen] and other random acts of awesomeness, Salt Lake seemed to pale in comparison. It was a ghost town, no matter what time you roam about in that area, barring the office zones, the rest of the place is dead.
I mean I have roamed around at 7 AM, barely 10 people on the street and a long stretch of land that was too, 5 PM same case, not one person can be seen in the balcony of the many houses that litter the street, not many people can be seen on the road. Compare that to Kidderpore, be it 7 AM or 7 PM, or 10 AM or 10 PM there are at least 20-30 people doing nothing but roaming about and having a jolly good time with their friends and all. In fact when I stay awake after a Champs League match , roughly 3 AM there are people on the street just sitting about, probably got kicked out of the house by their wife or they must have been tired from the constant nagging but the point is the place does not feel dead , its bustling with energy, be it in the crazy winters we get here now or the scorching hot summers, Kidderpore/Ekbalpore is the place to be for random madness on the street, people should be charged for sitting and watching the world go by in this area because its just that brilliant.
Cases of awesomeness,
Random fights on the street thanks to the drones of STB students around , every single freaking day with the fight never really taking place [most of the time] this was just a way to make new friends and "bhais" actually.
Crazy lady out near the shops with bricks in her hands chasing random people while the police are busy extorting money from the big trucks.
The traffic jam post 10 PM because of the huge 16 wheelers [not 18] taking the one route through Kidderpore to reach the dock.
At least 20-30 random people on the street 24/7
The amazing celebrations and dance during the puja,christmas, new year, diwali, holi etc etc etc all dancing to the tune of "It's my life" and "Saath Samundar Paar"
The randomness and awesomeness of having a china town like market in your own backyard and being to search for amazing deals and cut prices [Fancy Market]
The running of the bulls [cows] during Eid.
The chasing and beating up of a local goon if he ever is caught , when he tries to steal shoes/slippers from outside the Mosque/Temple.
The brothel located right next to a bakery and tailor shop where the women are always on the lookout for men calling them obscene names and making said obscene gestures.
The hoard of hospitals/nursing homes/pharmacies for God knows what reason, I mean literally there must be like 10-12 nursing homes and 4 hospitals in a radius of 500 meters.
The hidden gem Momo stalls and awesome road side "Popular" biryani/haleem stalls.
The football matches/cricket matches and tournaments held during Independence day where everyone is Messi and all the players play for United or Chelsea or Barcelona when they register their teams name.
The random Kaku going berserk on the street because some "punk" kid is riding his bike at a crazy speed in a locality.
The random abuses thrown about in front of children not caring one bit about destroying the future because none of us ever had one.
Yes Kidderpore might not have the beauty of the city, nor will it have the "educated" culture that the city is known for, actually we do have a kick ass cultured educated side, Chintoo Lee and the others from STB [minority of toppers] would attest to that, this neighborhood still has an amazing charm and feel to it, would not swap it for anything.
Last but certainly not the least bit of Awesomeness comes from St Thomas Boys, KIDDERPORE.
The one and only.
Fortunately for me, I live in an area called Kidderpore/Ekbalpore which I used to think was just a noisy little neighborhood with randomness and the typical days of life just passing by. Never did I think this one area would actually serve a much larger purpose in life.
For close to 5 years I commuted to an area called Salt Lake for education, my graduation and post graduation courses were done in this area. Roaming about was a necessity as with most college students because no one in their graduation does ever go to class , rather bunks class to roam about freely and explore said world.
Now coming from the "city" of Kidderpore where there were constant fights in school, mad people running about and throwing stones in front of shops, violence on the streets, having our own version of the "bull run" during Eid [yeah ZNMD has nothing on what I have seen] and other random acts of awesomeness, Salt Lake seemed to pale in comparison. It was a ghost town, no matter what time you roam about in that area, barring the office zones, the rest of the place is dead.
I mean I have roamed around at 7 AM, barely 10 people on the street and a long stretch of land that was too, 5 PM same case, not one person can be seen in the balcony of the many houses that litter the street, not many people can be seen on the road. Compare that to Kidderpore, be it 7 AM or 7 PM, or 10 AM or 10 PM there are at least 20-30 people doing nothing but roaming about and having a jolly good time with their friends and all. In fact when I stay awake after a Champs League match , roughly 3 AM there are people on the street just sitting about, probably got kicked out of the house by their wife or they must have been tired from the constant nagging but the point is the place does not feel dead , its bustling with energy, be it in the crazy winters we get here now or the scorching hot summers, Kidderpore/Ekbalpore is the place to be for random madness on the street, people should be charged for sitting and watching the world go by in this area because its just that brilliant.
Cases of awesomeness,
Random fights on the street thanks to the drones of STB students around , every single freaking day with the fight never really taking place [most of the time] this was just a way to make new friends and "bhais" actually.
Crazy lady out near the shops with bricks in her hands chasing random people while the police are busy extorting money from the big trucks.
The traffic jam post 10 PM because of the huge 16 wheelers [not 18] taking the one route through Kidderpore to reach the dock.
At least 20-30 random people on the street 24/7
The amazing celebrations and dance during the puja,christmas, new year, diwali, holi etc etc etc all dancing to the tune of "It's my life" and "Saath Samundar Paar"
The randomness and awesomeness of having a china town like market in your own backyard and being to search for amazing deals and cut prices [Fancy Market]
The running of the bulls [cows] during Eid.
The chasing and beating up of a local goon if he ever is caught , when he tries to steal shoes/slippers from outside the Mosque/Temple.
The brothel located right next to a bakery and tailor shop where the women are always on the lookout for men calling them obscene names and making said obscene gestures.
The hoard of hospitals/nursing homes/pharmacies for God knows what reason, I mean literally there must be like 10-12 nursing homes and 4 hospitals in a radius of 500 meters.
The hidden gem Momo stalls and awesome road side "Popular" biryani/haleem stalls.
The football matches/cricket matches and tournaments held during Independence day where everyone is Messi and all the players play for United or Chelsea or Barcelona when they register their teams name.
The random Kaku going berserk on the street because some "punk" kid is riding his bike at a crazy speed in a locality.
The random abuses thrown about in front of children not caring one bit about destroying the future because none of us ever had one.
Yes Kidderpore might not have the beauty of the city, nor will it have the "educated" culture that the city is known for, actually we do have a kick ass cultured educated side, Chintoo Lee and the others from STB [minority of toppers] would attest to that, this neighborhood still has an amazing charm and feel to it, would not swap it for anything.
Last but certainly not the least bit of Awesomeness comes from St Thomas Boys, KIDDERPORE.
The one and only.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
A twist of fate
Fate, that one word which most of us use for our shortcomings, problems, luck and all the other shitty things that happen to us throughout our life.
"Couldn't help it man, guess it was fate that did this"
"Fate brought this on me man, I am fucked, damn it"
Fate, cursed as life is, blaming fate for everything bad that happens seems to be a mindset showing the fragility that us humans have learned and now apply regularly. Fate is not the worst thing in the world, fate has a funny way of making things right over time, Karma of sorts you could say, this blog is particularly about Fate and how it works in mysterious ways.
As you all know by now I have been working now for a good 4 months, touch wood nothing serious has happened to far in terms of BIG screw ups, little screw ups are part and parcel of life and well we only learn from our mistakes.
This case comes to light now, since its been 4 months and I have seen the other side of the green grass as thme sn!frnm`ou~ eirdaaew,7ollege and I were selected for the posts at the company where we work now, Rohit and I were supposed to be brand trainees for the first year, well Rohit was not given that post because he has a slight color blindness problem and hence was given an "Activation" profile, which while we were new in the system thought that he would have to travel to malls and shops and see how products and shows are activated, while I got my brand profile as was promised to us.
4 months later, Rohit is literally doing the job of 5 men handling a ton of stocks, rfas and all going completely crazy with work load and putting in 12 hour shifts on a regular basis, I on the other hand work on just one single brand and well to be frank I do not have much to do now, since my markets and product are already well defined, yes both of us are working in teams which are helpful and friendly and well are pushing our branches of the organization for growth coz all it seems that people want to do is grow and grow with the team they are working with.
When I see Rohit work his ass off and I end up trolling people all the time and being the jackass I can be in office, making shit assed comments and jokes, I feel upset for the bugger since he has to do so much work and well he is taking it with a smile, while I become MR grumpy as soon as something wrong happens or something does not please me, while I was contemplating about why things go wrong and all, epiphany strikes me, it could have been much worse than what I have right now, people are struggling to get jobs, hell I got a fucking fantastic one, people would love to work in a huge company , I got that chance as well. People would love to work in their home city for said large huge company, check I got that too, plus I got awesome bosses and well most colleagues are again good as well, so I don't have much to complain and well learning from Rohit
"Do everything with a smile" , life just can't get better and we all should be happy with all that we have, hell if you are reading this blog, you probably have a smart mobile or a computer and internet, a ton of people don't have that, so we all should not complain.
Coming back to fate, seeing where both us are right now, me leaving office regularly at 7 or somedays even earlier than that and my friend not even thinking of leaving before 9, the funny bit is, that we had a word with the HR who recruited us a few days after joining to know what we would be doing and all, he says
"Actually you have got the Activation profile and Rohit had got the brand profile but in his medical his eye sight became an issue and since you have to deal with a lot of colors we gave him the Activation profile and you the Brand one. Its just a random selection that was done, nothing that big"
4 months down the line, I can see what I could have been doing and what I am doing, will never complain about anything anymore.
Fate, thou art a crazy retarded cruel cool dude.
"Couldn't help it man, guess it was fate that did this"
"Fate brought this on me man, I am fucked, damn it"
Fate, cursed as life is, blaming fate for everything bad that happens seems to be a mindset showing the fragility that us humans have learned and now apply regularly. Fate is not the worst thing in the world, fate has a funny way of making things right over time, Karma of sorts you could say, this blog is particularly about Fate and how it works in mysterious ways.
As you all know by now I have been working now for a good 4 months, touch wood nothing serious has happened to far in terms of BIG screw ups, little screw ups are part and parcel of life and well we only learn from our mistakes.
This case comes to light now, since its been 4 months and I have seen the other side of the green grass as thme sn!frnm`ou~ eirdaaew,
4 months later, Rohit is literally doing the job of 5 men handling a ton of stocks, rfas and all going completely crazy with work load and putting in 12 hour shifts on a regular basis, I on the other hand work on just one single brand and well to be frank I do not have much to do now, since my markets and product are already well defined, yes both of us are working in teams which are helpful and friendly and well are pushing our branches of the organization for growth coz all it seems that people want to do is grow and grow with the team they are working with.
When I see Rohit work his ass off and I end up trolling people all the time and being the jackass I can be in office, making shit assed comments and jokes, I feel upset for the bugger since he has to do so much work and well he is taking it with a smile, while I become MR grumpy as soon as something wrong happens or something does not please me, while I was contemplating about why things go wrong and all, epiphany strikes me, it could have been much worse than what I have right now, people are struggling to get jobs, hell I got a fucking fantastic one, people would love to work in a huge company , I got that chance as well. People would love to work in their home city for said large huge company, check I got that too, plus I got awesome bosses and well most colleagues are again good as well, so I don't have much to complain and well learning from Rohit
"Do everything with a smile" , life just can't get better and we all should be happy with all that we have, hell if you are reading this blog, you probably have a smart mobile or a computer and internet, a ton of people don't have that, so we all should not complain.
Coming back to fate, seeing where both us are right now, me leaving office regularly at 7 or somedays even earlier than that and my friend not even thinking of leaving before 9, the funny bit is, that we had a word with the HR who recruited us a few days after joining to know what we would be doing and all, he says
"Actually you have got the Activation profile and Rohit had got the brand profile but in his medical his eye sight became an issue and since you have to deal with a lot of colors we gave him the Activation profile and you the Brand one. Its just a random selection that was done, nothing that big"
4 months down the line, I can see what I could have been doing and what I am doing, will never complain about anything anymore.
Fate, thou art a crazy retarded cruel cool dude.
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