Wake Up sid.rehash.

Yes, it happened again.
I watched wake up sid.
again.and again. and again.
Looks like the movie isnt that bad after all :D :D

Firstly theres a lot of things that i really really like about this movie.

1.The music.Its epic.no comparisons.Shankar Ehsaan Loy know how to make the younger generation swing (ya i count myself :P)
2.The music..Oh ok.fine.im over the music part....2 is the photography...Some mind blasting sequences in kya karoon and Iktara..The way the colours are put together in the background is simmmply superb.So darn sweet and pleasing to the eye.( I konw im sounding gay here , but , well..its one movie that gives you a kick wen ur looking for colours :D )
3.The actttinnggggg ..Konkona is supperr..i loved the chemistry between her and Ranbir.She pulls of a sweetie pie in this movie.U do start feeling bad for her at times...The confused,self inflicted sophistication, compared to Sid's true down to earth innocence.. For being a TYPICAL BONG GIRL may be :P ..
4.Ya , Ranbir is good too :D
5.Amit Trivedi Kicks ass with Iktara.Total Love for this number.no Doubts :D
6.I love his camera.I love his job . i love her job.And i Love the fact that her boss likes Jazz..I love Jazzz!!! And ya.i so want a Jazz By the Way in Bangalore..SomeOne ??!!
7.I m still wondering how everything he clicks in that picture turns out to be pretty and awesome ...hmm...makes me wanna relive some of my jobless days..

blogging....about

It has been quite some time since i have started this blog.And it has been quite some time since i stopped writing sensible stuff in it (ya , i know may be never is something that comes to my mind too).But earlier , when i started writing this blog,the kind of content it used to have was atleast and honest trial at getting creative.Now it just seems to be a lil too forced.Its been a nice blogging experience so far.And since i want to keep it that way, one of these things is gonna happen in the near future, starting tomorrow
1.Force blogging everyday ,non stop blogging about stupid insignificant/funny/boring/gruelling/pervy/narcissist content everyday
2.No random indiscriminate blogging , if no blog updates even after a week.A point 1 phenomenon might occur if i get a lil too bored
3.This blog might become a photoblog.ahhahahahaha.

Re-Dun-Dunce

Well..All these days..

All these days of effort spent, wondering...HW much bigger can a hard disk get ? How much more can u actually store...how much more would you want to store...came to a culmination, and it read  - "AS MUCH AS YOUR FRIEND DOES " .

Well , yah, it sounds corny and all , but if you really look hard ..you would realize that , most of the data that occupies your  500 Gb or more of your hard disk is either from your friends, roomies, classmates,officemates / the internets , the latter only if you are an obsessive download addict of sorts....And ya, thats not downloading , its called hoarding. :) 

500 GB of songs can last an eternity, I can promise you that its going to last a 25 years if you keep playing them non stop.OH YEAH.unless tehy are a cheap FLAC algorithm gone wrong or something , and exceeding 70 mB per song. :P 

500 GB of movies will render you blind ..a.hhh...may be not..but seriously , if you can watch those many movies, then please , dont read this blog .You have a movie waiting for you. :)

I jsut realized that i bot a 500 gb portable and then in a day managed to copy all the zilch from my friends laptop , which was again a 500 +320.Talk about reduncancy...i am not even gonna watch half of the stuff..since i do not know what i am not going to watch, i am not going to delete any of it either....Well atleast now i know why greed for space will last..forever and ever.

Rain

Every day is a new day they say

like the breaking dawn is the same every same day

the moon rises in the west

the cuckoos never nest

people always always hope for the best

like every rain that falls down to the ground

no drop has no more freedom than any other ones

neither does it choose where it would fall

one day or the other it would feel the ground

everyday is different from now or then,

every day is different , just like the summer sun

one day it sets with an ashen glow

and one day , it sets under a rainbow

summer showers are never ever the same

every rain brings a fragrance , like an exotic flame

not every drop falls , not every drop rolls

not every drop floats up in the heaven above

the suns too hot , the suns too strong

it goes back where it belongs.

-- my idea of a twisted fate.half in my hands and half in someone elses (all yours)

I want everything ..no..i want nothing ..no no ..i want...

Yea,

Thats how my life has been like (Class wise,old indian istyle.)

Class 4 : My uncle thinks that i have a sense of rhythm (yea.i luv my uncle.he made me feel so special) . My dad enrolls me for mrudangam classes.The class is like an hr away from home.I dont want people messing with me on saturdays.I quit after 1 year.

Class 5: My mom enrolls me for music classes ( again someone thought that i cud sing..ehmm.i dint.it sounded horrible when i recorded it and played it back on my tape recorder.nothing like what i heard inside my head).I quit after 3 years.The worst part is that , all the way till my 9th standard, my voice never broke....i dont think that it has broken , even now.... :P

Class 6 : Guitar Classes : haha..comedy.never learnt anything except "Tujhe dekha tho " , in my guitar .. my dad still pokes fun at me for those times.. :)

Class 8 : Interest re-emerges in music.Gets drowned coz ppl thought that i sounded like a girl.

Class 9 -10 : Not much action... A lot of discovery channel

Class 11-12 : Cultural events, group songs , beetles- " cant buy me love " , i am the only male singer  in a group of 4 ( how i wish tat would repeat NOW).My voice must not have broken then.... :|

College : aah..IIT , Kharagpur , spring fest .. rock rock , metal metal..loads of headbanging with buddy Vivek and we end up being rock music fans...and i say goodbye to indian music.Total ignorify my Cultural Arts teacher after 2 years of compulsory classes and there i end up learning nothing....Some music composition on the guitar , inspired by some nice blog poems.......Later on in the 4th year , i realise tat m gonna start working and i just have 1 month to start playing some music...Some night outs on Prep Leaves in the music room with my juniors and hence some memory worthy times....

Now : Nothing to do...Programming - dislike , photography - amateur , drums- amateur ,guitar - amateur,singing -amateur,composition - very amateur

Too many hobbies to count...Or is it too few ?? 

:O

Ever since then.....

I must have started blogging in college.Frankly i dont remember.And for the past 6 years , ever since i started blogging

1 the quality of my blogs has not improved a little bit.

2 I havent learnt anything apart from a lot of copy paste work and some CMS (codeManagementSystem), underscoring_ in un_necessary places,lots of tweeting,a lil bit about cameras,flickr spamming,blogger spamming,developing an inflated ego,bad english,long insensible sentence construction by prolonging an already endless boring list with more boring insensible self recursive stuff like this etc etc...

3 Music hasnt progressed anywhere..My interest still stays.I havent composed a full song after my 3rd year

4. i havent learnt a single extra chord

5. I havent practised guitar for more than 10 hrs flat. 

and.........

6. Added 1 more follower in the form of Priya (This was very accidental for her.not on purpose..I am sure. :)

7. Gained may be 2 Kgs.

8. Lost a lot of hair

9. Cornied my jokes to the heights of corny

and.....

10. Developed a little bit of a wiki addiction

11. Developed jealousy for guys with good looking chicks (they didnt exist in college..i swear)

12. Honed my chick staring skills

13. Maintained my no bullshit with chicks policy (that means, only the usual and no being-extra-nice-with-girls policy)

14. Repelled a lot of girls because of certain policies that i stuck to.

and..

15.I might make a list of more pathetic things that i need to look back upon and say..aaah..i was so awesome...because right now i am a lot more pathetic.. :P

Reliving the Moment

There was hardly any space to move my arm.It is a hard thing for me to do.Stay still.I always have an urge to keep doing something.And when i am doing something , i have the urge to let it go and do something different.This situation in an elevator filled up with 15 odd people was one of those.My eyes wouldn't stay still.I spotted a couple in front of me.The woman held a child in her hand.She must have been 2 months old.A little whimper from her in the congested elevator was forcing her mother to repeatedly shoo and cajole her to sleep.She had brown eyes just like her mother and she had beautiful skin.The lift gradually emptied its way out through each floor and i somehow ,surprisingly, did not or in fact , just could not take my eyes of the little girl.She was beautiful.

Looking back, it  was all part of just an elevator ride.But then , i had experienced was nothing but watching my life rewind a 23 years and 10 months in time with may be a fair skinned angel replaced by a thick skinned moaner .