Of all the thing man treasures on earth there is nothing he treasures more than sleep. I need a real rest now and I have not slept a wink last night. I wish to write more these days because there is so much more to write about but there is little time with this whole theater business. If only I could inherit Nel's or Den's ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere I'd be a happier guy. [somehow my ability seems to be anyone and everyone - Damn I am a Casanova]
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I Met A Girl
This one is for you Kiddo...
I met a girl who loves the moon [werewolf tendencies anyone?]
I met a girl who loves too soon
I met a girl who laughs and weeps
All in one moment, she rocks, she sweeps
I met a girl like a lil doll [if you have seen her you know…]
I met a girl who sweet n small
I met a girl who was 5’3
Who just lets me be ‘me’[love that bout her]
I met a girl with lovely hair
I met a girl at whom I stare [she always up to something]
I met a girl who smells real nice
Her mood swings r her only vice [and oh boy! do they swing?]
I met a girl who has bad cramps
I met a girls who storms at stamps
I met a girl lucky as can be
What the heck! I didn’t meet her - she met ME [she gonna kill me for this line]
I met a girl who loves the moon [werewolf tendencies anyone?]
I met a girl who loves too soon
I met a girl who laughs and weeps
All in one moment, she rocks, she sweeps
I met a girl like a lil doll [if you have seen her you know…]
I met a girl who sweet n small
I met a girl who was 5’3
Who just lets me be ‘me’[love that bout her]
I met a girl with lovely hair
I met a girl at whom I stare [she always up to something]
I met a girl who smells real nice
Her mood swings r her only vice [and oh boy! do they swing?]
I met a girl who has bad cramps
I met a girls who storms at stamps
I met a girl lucky as can be
What the heck! I didn’t meet her - she met ME [she gonna kill me for this line]
Death and Life
Death is always hard to deal with. Life is what we all want. Death is what we all fear. Many of us feel that life is not fair. And there are those of us who feel that death is not fair either. Fairness does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die. But then who defines good and bad or whether a person is good or bad for every good person has done something bad and every bad person has done something good.
Death does just catch someone, it also misses another and in that small distance between life and death, lives change. We sometimes wish that we had died instead of someone else we loved. Sometimes we just don’t realize how close were to dying. When u almost drowning and someone throws you a float, death missed you. At the same moment somewhere else got caught. A brick falls from a building and just misses you but gets the next person, you miss a flight and it goes down, when you do not inherit the cancer that runs in your family, it is all near misses and someone else getting caught.
I always have been drawn to funerals. It brings lives together, sometimes even ends long feuds. Death can change the lives of those living. They are both part of a whole.
When my grandmother passed away, she just didn’t die. She ensured I live.
Death does just catch someone, it also misses another and in that small distance between life and death, lives change. We sometimes wish that we had died instead of someone else we loved. Sometimes we just don’t realize how close were to dying. When u almost drowning and someone throws you a float, death missed you. At the same moment somewhere else got caught. A brick falls from a building and just misses you but gets the next person, you miss a flight and it goes down, when you do not inherit the cancer that runs in your family, it is all near misses and someone else getting caught.
I always have been drawn to funerals. It brings lives together, sometimes even ends long feuds. Death can change the lives of those living. They are both part of a whole.
When my grandmother passed away, she just didn’t die. She ensured I live.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Reflective Self
You are many people. Most people know that they are who they actually are and who others think they are, but what most do not realize that they also are who they want others to think they are. It’s called the reflective self [my brother gave me the word for it while we sat at the beach talking this weekend]. And it plays such a big role in shaping who you are.
So when I ask you tell me something about you its very likely that you will reveal what you want me to think of you as opposed to who you really are. And we tend to get so engrossed in depicting this perception to others that we tend to believe it at times even if it is not true. Over the years you built a certain reputation and now you stuck with it and you like it and even though its not you anymore you have to work hard to keep up that impression. And we then spend most of our lives living that or trying to undo that reputation.
There are some of us who of us who face ourselves but lack the balls to face the world, there are others who face the world but then cannot face themselves and then there are those who face the world and themselves but have to go through a lot of crap to be that way. This reflective self comes from our conditioning. It comes from what is taught to us directly or indirectly and we are slaves to that conditioning. I will not tread carefully to be politically correct here. There are those who do not follow any of the principles of religion but are at the fore of all religious functions to show how religious they are. There are those who are married, but keep testing the water [you know what I mean] given the chance if they think they can manage it slyly and get away with it. There are those who rationalize things according to the situation and then tell themselves, ‘I am not that kind of a person [you believe your reputation over reality] and I am only doing this within limits’. There are those caught in bad situations but cannot get out because of what other people will say and think. And there are many more of ‘those’.
If you look back at your life, you will see that there was one person who was really special to you in your life and that person is not there anymore as the years passed by. If you look carefully you will realize that the person was you yourself. It was you and your innocence that made life so beautiful. Gone are the times when you thought that your parents were the best parents in the world apart from your dad being the most handsome and your mum the most beautiful. Gone are the times when you had the best family, the best uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents and friends. Gone are the times when you thought that even if you moved to a better house you would like the same neighbors to come along there as well. Gone are the times when on a deserted road you looked at a stranger and were happy that there was another person there.
The world remained the same. We changed. Our outlook changed. Those days we had no set principles but we followed them nonetheless. Now we have principles that we talk about and harp about but we do not follow them and even if we do we bend them every once in a while. Our problem is our reflective self. We hold others to standards that we ourselves cannot live by. That is the hypocrisy of our lives. We never lie, but we just do not speak the truth either. I know of a person who told me that she had buried the hatchet; she did not mention that she buried it in my back.
Reflect Yourself.
So when I ask you tell me something about you its very likely that you will reveal what you want me to think of you as opposed to who you really are. And we tend to get so engrossed in depicting this perception to others that we tend to believe it at times even if it is not true. Over the years you built a certain reputation and now you stuck with it and you like it and even though its not you anymore you have to work hard to keep up that impression. And we then spend most of our lives living that or trying to undo that reputation.
There are some of us who of us who face ourselves but lack the balls to face the world, there are others who face the world but then cannot face themselves and then there are those who face the world and themselves but have to go through a lot of crap to be that way. This reflective self comes from our conditioning. It comes from what is taught to us directly or indirectly and we are slaves to that conditioning. I will not tread carefully to be politically correct here. There are those who do not follow any of the principles of religion but are at the fore of all religious functions to show how religious they are. There are those who are married, but keep testing the water [you know what I mean] given the chance if they think they can manage it slyly and get away with it. There are those who rationalize things according to the situation and then tell themselves, ‘I am not that kind of a person [you believe your reputation over reality] and I am only doing this within limits’. There are those caught in bad situations but cannot get out because of what other people will say and think. And there are many more of ‘those’.
If you look back at your life, you will see that there was one person who was really special to you in your life and that person is not there anymore as the years passed by. If you look carefully you will realize that the person was you yourself. It was you and your innocence that made life so beautiful. Gone are the times when you thought that your parents were the best parents in the world apart from your dad being the most handsome and your mum the most beautiful. Gone are the times when you had the best family, the best uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents and friends. Gone are the times when you thought that even if you moved to a better house you would like the same neighbors to come along there as well. Gone are the times when on a deserted road you looked at a stranger and were happy that there was another person there.
The world remained the same. We changed. Our outlook changed. Those days we had no set principles but we followed them nonetheless. Now we have principles that we talk about and harp about but we do not follow them and even if we do we bend them every once in a while. Our problem is our reflective self. We hold others to standards that we ourselves cannot live by. That is the hypocrisy of our lives. We never lie, but we just do not speak the truth either. I know of a person who told me that she had buried the hatchet; she did not mention that she buried it in my back.
Reflect Yourself.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Zen goes Desi
Great News to all the gourmets and connoisseurs of fine dining, Zen [my favorite restaurant] has begun a Desi [Indian] menu.
Now you still cannot go to Zen and not devour the Thai food, but you can try out the Indian dishes as well. Now this is not your typical Indian food with some idiot from India coming and cooking up some nonsense and passing it off as Indian food. These are carefully researched and designed creations that caters to your taste buds, Zen style. Well I have always maintained that you don’t go to an Udupi restaurant and have Chinese food and this I speak from experience. But you can definitely go to Zen and order desi food because like it’s Thai and Chinese counterparts the food is sumptuous. The problem with Zen is that you hooked on pretty easy especially if you are a foodie like me or a sucker for great ambience and have a list of women you want to impress.
I won’t recommend any particular dish, but I would suggest that when you get there you tell Nicky what food you like and how you like it and let him surprise you. Ok you know what, I am going to recommend something and it is the Dal Kurchan.
Nicky – you owe me a new wardrobe.
Now you still cannot go to Zen and not devour the Thai food, but you can try out the Indian dishes as well. Now this is not your typical Indian food with some idiot from India coming and cooking up some nonsense and passing it off as Indian food. These are carefully researched and designed creations that caters to your taste buds, Zen style. Well I have always maintained that you don’t go to an Udupi restaurant and have Chinese food and this I speak from experience. But you can definitely go to Zen and order desi food because like it’s Thai and Chinese counterparts the food is sumptuous. The problem with Zen is that you hooked on pretty easy especially if you are a foodie like me or a sucker for great ambience and have a list of women you want to impress.
I won’t recommend any particular dish, but I would suggest that when you get there you tell Nicky what food you like and how you like it and let him surprise you. Ok you know what, I am going to recommend something and it is the Dal Kurchan.
Nicky – you owe me a new wardrobe.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Am I Looking Fat?
Q: Am I looking fat?
A: Yes you are and no matter how much weight you lose you will always look fat. Because there will always be someone who will be thinner than you. So just quit.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall – I don’t trust what I see at all.
Now that’s the answer I give to women who keep pestering me with the damn question day in and day out. It’s like the national pastime of women of every country. When they are born the first word they understand is ‘thin’ and the first sentence they construct is “am I looking fat?” Just be happy with yourself and accept it that you look a particular way. Sometimes I wonder if they do it for sympathy. Why this constant need for reassurance? I mean come on; you have a mirror at home – so please look into it and see and judge for yourself if you are fat or thin. And honestly it does not even matter because apart from the first two we see you; no one ever keeps judging you by your looks. From then on it’s what you speak and how you behave.
Lisa Oh Lisa
I had this senior called Lisa. Pretty thing. We were working on a movie together and happened to spend some quality time together. Big mistake. I told her, “Lisa you have two things in common with Lisa Ray.” She asked, “Our name and we both are pretty?” I said, “well the name is common alright, but the other fact is that both of you are great until you open your mouth to speak. And yes you are pretty. Pretty stupid that is to think that you can compare your beauty to Lisa Ray with that double chin of yours.” That was the end of our friendship. I think it was the double chin that did it.
Laying Tracks
In college I knew this chick who weighed 90 kilos and she refused to wear ‘track pants’ because they made her look fat apparently. Really? Babe when you play hopscotch it’s like you doing – Kerala, Karnataka, Maharashtra, [Goa is too small for her] Gujarat, Rajasthan, Punjab, Kashmir… so just chuck the ‘look’ and wear the damn tracks. Anyways people are running around you to get some exercise so you really think that anything you do will look any different?
Fat Football
Yes, it’s considered to be cool and hot and beautiful and handsome to be thin and slim and slender. But honestly – you really think that counts for much? The only reason I’d like to lose weight is so that I can run faster and I’d be able to defend better when I play football so that Julius won’t keep pushing the ball past me and making a dash for it while I am forced to bring him down. If I do shed some I will be able to bring him down easier because I am never going to be as fast as he is.
Description not Judgment
Don’t be like those women whose bodies are thin and brains are fat. Fat and thin are descriptions not judgments. Don’t get too carried away by them. But it has thrown up some brilliant ideas as well. I am going to use them to label cigarettes and alcohol “contains 90% fat” and maybe add a photograph of naked fat people smoking and drinking as well.
Take my advice – better be thick skinned than thick in the head.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The Chameleon Theory
The word Chameleon has its roots in Greek and means "on the earth, on the ground, lion." Now that is pretty weird because it looks nothing like the lion. Now the reason I am writing this is not to give you a picture of the scientific gobbledygook about chameleons. If you thought that you obviously did not know that science was my least favorite period in school, my favorite being sports. Now that speaks a lot about how much you know me as well, and why on earth am I going off topic.
Damn. I have a short attention span. Well the most widely known characteristic about the chameleon is that it changes its color. Some say it changes its color according to the environment it is in and that sounds ‘cooler’ so I shall go with that. Now people often take on the color of the environment they are in too, they blend in with their surroundings and camouflage themselves with the society they live in. And then you try and belong, you do everything in your power to be as ‘like’ others as you can and you forget that you were created unique.
Sometimes we feel that what is around us is erroneous or there is the craving to do things differently but the pressure is just too much and most of us cave in under its weight. Hence we take the easy way out. And we start believing all of what is told to us. Religion, marriage, birds and bees, gender, rituals, life, death and the list in endless. And sometimes it’s so ridiculous that if you ever took the time to step out of yourself and view it objectively you would laugh and how base a thing your life is.
As kids we are in the “why” stage from about 3 years old to about 8. [Let’s listen to some of the stuff you have heard as kids.]
“Mel, do your studies”
Why?
Because you need to get good marks
Why?
Because you need to get into a good college
Why?
So that you will get a good job
Why?
So that you will earn lots of money
Why?
So that you will get a good girl to get married to, because no girl will marry you if you don’t have a lots of money
[For most of us this is where we became the chameleon] Not me though. [And now the process is reversed]
But I don’t want to get married
Why?
Because I don’t like girls
Why?
Because I only love football and girls don’t play football. In fact I want to grow up and be a football player like Pele
Why?
[And it just goes on]
You see it was told to us at that age that marriage is the ultimate thing to achieve and it was important to have lots of money to get married. No wonder I always thought the girls were after my money and I refuse to get married.
The Greek roots now come into play. Here is the lion. Damn it! This chameleon refuses to blend in and insists on being “outstanding”.
Damn. I have a short attention span. Well the most widely known characteristic about the chameleon is that it changes its color. Some say it changes its color according to the environment it is in and that sounds ‘cooler’ so I shall go with that. Now people often take on the color of the environment they are in too, they blend in with their surroundings and camouflage themselves with the society they live in. And then you try and belong, you do everything in your power to be as ‘like’ others as you can and you forget that you were created unique.
Sometimes we feel that what is around us is erroneous or there is the craving to do things differently but the pressure is just too much and most of us cave in under its weight. Hence we take the easy way out. And we start believing all of what is told to us. Religion, marriage, birds and bees, gender, rituals, life, death and the list in endless. And sometimes it’s so ridiculous that if you ever took the time to step out of yourself and view it objectively you would laugh and how base a thing your life is.
As kids we are in the “why” stage from about 3 years old to about 8. [Let’s listen to some of the stuff you have heard as kids.]
“Mel, do your studies”
Why?
Because you need to get good marks
Why?
Because you need to get into a good college
Why?
So that you will get a good job
Why?
So that you will earn lots of money
Why?
So that you will get a good girl to get married to, because no girl will marry you if you don’t have a lots of money
[For most of us this is where we became the chameleon] Not me though. [And now the process is reversed]
But I don’t want to get married
Why?
Because I don’t like girls
Why?
Because I only love football and girls don’t play football. In fact I want to grow up and be a football player like Pele
Why?
[And it just goes on]
You see it was told to us at that age that marriage is the ultimate thing to achieve and it was important to have lots of money to get married. No wonder I always thought the girls were after my money and I refuse to get married.
The Greek roots now come into play. Here is the lion. Damn it! This chameleon refuses to blend in and insists on being “outstanding”.
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