Live Blogging

My desire of writing a diary takes it's shape here on the last day of 2011. I titled it Live Blogging for the very reason that this post will get its updates on the go (mobile/tablet combo). So, SLR to tablet and a direct post on the fly. Enjoy...!



5:45PM
Here goes my post right out of ECP, live, all set for the new year's eve with my folks.

5:50PM
I'm gonna be posting through the remaining of 2011 until we barge into the 2012! Have fun and enjoy these last moments of a year that's not gonna be there anymore. Amen


6:30PM
All set. Our tents have been built for the night and yeah I'll be right back from a little swimming with the kids.

7:00PM
By the beach, game of rummy, some munching n some coffee. The game begins now. Chow!

8:30PM
Back from the sea, what a wonderful experience. It's the first time in 4yrs I got bathed by the east coast beach here in Singapore. The tides were quite erratic, danced and pushed us back n forth. Love the sea always. Now time for some big dinner that our girls have cooked for all of us. Be right back!

9:30PM
जाने दिल में कैसी दल दल है
समुंदर मैं लहर लहर सी
लहर दर लहर मैं बूंद बूंद साथ है
मगर मन मैं बात बाट है!

11:50PM
Last 10mins of 2011 and we're hopeful to get some glimpses of the fireworks that happen at marina bay (where I saw the dawn of last 2 years)
Live every moment and love every moment. B'bye 2011. I'll be back in a moment when it's gonna be next year!

12:00AM 2012
It's 2012 folks. Excellent view at ECP. Wishes to everyone. Have fun!

12:20AM
It's not a resolution. But a question.
How different and how new are you gonna be in this new year!? Ponder over.
Signing off for now.
Will wake up for the rising sun...

A Picture...!

While clouds covered whole of the skies, her eyes looked out of the tall windows. She sat still assuming a portrait like posture straight out of a Ravi varma's painting. Unmoved, neither by feelings nor by the stormy wind that challenged to blow her out. Eyes filled with tears, tears that held on never falling out, she had just one question 'why me?'
The tiny little hand moved all over her face pinching, squeezing and vigorously beating her with smile. All that didn't pain any more than what she went through from inside and so she didn't react nor act. Like beating the dust out of an old photo-frame, her 6year old went on hitting all over her face without a pinch of realization that it was her mother who bore her for months inside and years outside.
'Your child can't speak' they said, 'she can't walk either', 'her mental condition isn't right' and she lost count of her only child's ailments thereafter. 'Enough!' She screamed. 'I'm gonna take care and I know her better, more than you all, more than god' she concluded and brought her back from the asylum.
'I'm here, all for you. Like a puppet, like a slave. Do what you feel to me. And I'll feel you thereby' she said and closed her eyes.
Slowly, the tiny hand tried touching her eyeballs digging those droplets of tears. Piercing sunlight peeked out of the clouds through the window into her eyes. 'Ma', she heard. Her eyeballs moved, a picture started to breath...

Is There Something...?

Is there something? Or is it nothing yet?

Is it still there or has it left?

Is it a good time to feel hopeless or is there a hope albeit?

Should the dam be damned for the tears to flow over it?

Every morning, like mourning

Through the day and evening

Nights, dark and horrifying

A week goes weakening

A heart that had once beaten, a life that existed

A multiplication that got divided, a sum had got negated

Whose mathematics went wrong and who gets punished?

A plot was laid and got you preyed!

There’s something, there’s some question

Some peace outside, pieces within

There’s some time left, until we wait

An answer we all await!

A Void!

A void got created, something that existed perished in no time when none wanted.

Who decided and who killed, who justified, who descended to take away that’s once given.  

All will be absorbed, eaten and sucked, sometimes sooner, sometimes later.

But a void remains, shines and prides. I hate, you dislike, yet it emerges and wins all battles that you ever fight.

Some talk, some stay mute and others write. Relief still remains far from all’s sight.

Run from everywhere and everyone, away and farther than you’ve ever gone. The void grows bigger. A void that none can avoid.

While time heals everything, some old wounds pain more and always remain. The void doesn’t eat it, leaves it behind, and doesn’t wash it all. It fails, yet wins!

Who gave you the right? The one who gave you, it says. Abuse, it never cares.

It goes on and on sucking up all you ever had, one by one and leaves you with just its self. You refuse to take, but it’s all that remains.

A bloody heartless void remains with you, after you, like it did before you! 

Inside...!

'How are you', she asked and there was no answer. He was silent at times when he was deeply suck in his world of thoughts that was his own, no one evaded and none entered. She probably asked few more questions, even interrogated may be. He knew that but just subconsciously. And chose to be mute. His being non reactive had upset her all the more and like always she had left the room much before he had realized.

A simple question as simple as 'How are you' whose answer does not even matter to the 98.96% of people who ask, would give way to a serious research in his inner world and make him detach himself from everything external to it. 'How am I' he had asked in turn. 'I'm probably good', 'Wait a minute, I'm not doing so good either.' 'Why? What is it that's really going wrong and why can't I just say I'm good? Is it so difficult to feel good and admit it?'

'Until an hour ago, I was happy and some question of uncertainty gave rise to another and caught me dragging into the whirlpool until I had no point of return and all answers got rejected. Some questions serve no good, instead spoil all happiness. Just when I had come out of my world wide web of thoughts she threw me back into it asking 'how are you'

He got up from his seat and went looking for her. She was somewhere outside and did not come inside his web. 'Inside here, you're different. You are what I think, I believe and I create. Out there you're yourself and that's not the 'you' I see or wish to believe'. 


He looked and smiled at her. She did not say anything, came close, looked in his eyes, deep down and mesmerized, hypnotized, stared for long.

'May I come in? ' she asked, 'Yes' she said from inside...

The Dirty Picture…!

Yes, I have in my early days as a kid watched those few movies and innumerable songs of Silk Smitha who ruled the south Indian film industry like or a bit more than those days’ heroines! Though I never knew/read much about her, I did remember her tragic death due to suicide. When a biopic on her was to be made, lots of jaws went dropping. What more, it had sensuous and never-like-before Vidya Balan shedding off and romancing the genius of an actor Naseeruddin Shah. We virtually knew what to expect and what the movie would be like!

Yes, it’s the same old story of a poor ‘laachar’ ‘bechari’ small town girl making it big but in a wrong way and how she rules and how she sees the end. Yet, the dirty picture is made with lot of life and lot more entertainment filled all over. There are hardly any boring moments, (except when Tusshar Kapoor is on screen) and it makes for a good watch. The soul of the film lies in its dialogues and Vidya Balan’s versatility in portraying Silk – her life, rise n fall.

All the departments work well here - Right from the lead actress and her villainous hero, background music to the foreground songs, dialogues that make you think before you laugh (wonder how many recent movies did it) and then the soul. It’s a dirty world out there and we’re all dirty inside, but here’s a girl who’s bold enough to bring it out. And that’s the dirty picture.

Everything seems good but for a few hiccups. It relies on a predictable story and even traverses a predictable path. And a major disappointment is having Tushar kapoor! He wonders why he’s there in the movie as much as the audience does. And reads those dialogues like a rookie in an acting school!

Vidya Balan is definitely the hero of the movie and shares her screen comfortably with Naseeruddin Shah (after Ishqiya)! Vidya, you deserve another award just for daring to do that role and doing it with such originality and ah, what spice! Applause!!! Even Emran Hashmi does a decent job.

So that was the dirty picture. Milan Luthria has done a good job and I’ve loved this movie. For me, it’s a 4 on 5, all for Vidya! And that’s not dirty J