Bar life – 2

Bombay bars are where tired minds and bodies find rejuvenation. And jokes that would not go down well even in irreverent media columns get their peanut-truth sized worth of appreciation. This conversation happened about two weeks ago with a bar friend – we had met over drinks and he had spilled out his love life. In the spirit of true friendship, many times he had offered to bring his local men to my aid when I happened to mention that someone had been troubling me. I knew his company of friends was into raada making as part of business, and so I put him on hold. There is nothing I can’t handle by myself. His first affair had been a failure, and now he was recently and proudly married. So what was he doing there at an odd hour? Wouldn’t his wife mind? “Not really.” What if she argues? “Let her.” And if she kuestions how much you love her? “I never tell her how much I love...
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Musical war

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlXIk2KJtms] Rock music does not really match the psyche of Indian kids… they can never be as rebellious and stoned in life as these singers. We can copy it, but cannot ‘be it’. I once attended a ‘groove metal’ performance, and saw the headbanging boys and girls, shouting obscenities in chorus. This should form a good research topic. The cultural roots that rock originates from are unknown to us… in our social matrix. The problem exists, is severe, but the direction, the outlets are choked from all sides. Aerosmith is a cultural fit :–) ...
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The good, the young and the middle class

Copyright: baloocartoons.com “Those guys there, they are not good,” the respectable gentleman in a somewhat tipsy mood, pointed and spilled his heart out. He went on to gesture at another set of boys in T-shirts and jeans, and gave them a clean chit. The objects of his instant derision were a group of street boys, dressed in street-seller garbs, who stood in a throng of nearly a thousand. The event was an open air music show at Kala Ghoda, probably around 2001/2. I listened in silence, because words sank in my chest. Nothing in my past experience had given me this remarkable insight, nor could I ever judge unknown people at mere sight. In spite of instances to support this thought, I still can’t concur with it. What made them out as the ‘bad’ ones? Their drab clothes? Their lower class,  education, and poverty? And the ones who wore clean, fashionable clothes, and spoke English, were good. So, are the middle-class people good?! The respectable...
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The traveler’s tailspin

Those who have travelled for the sake of travelling would relate to this well. Our biggest motivation to give up the routine and take to the wheels is to pull out of the player’s role, and become an outside observer. And travelling affords this keyhole view of life perfectly well. Reading, watching movies, attending a sport arena are some others. Yet travelling is superior, because it puts your very soul into motion. And not just for a few hours, but days on end. Your world goes topsy turvy. Everything, just changes! When I was young, I loved train travel. The sight of green trees and wild bushes, and the ever changing landscape that blazed past me would dull my senses and fill up imagination. So the traveller, no longer a part of the game, in a new land and among unknown people, now observes life go past him, people going about their business, yet not touching him the way they could do earlier. If he...
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The social matrix

We may have built a society unknowingly, but man is still a handiwork of nature. So there are things that will always sprout from their origins, and wrap around us like a web or a matrix. Many years ago, as I was returning from work on a winter night, I overheard a girl talk on her cellphone. “It’s always the son that a mother likes more,” she exclaimed, stressing out the relevant words. We see it played out in Hindi movies all too often, in scenes that we make fun of for their over-sentimentality. The play ‘Bollywood ka Salaam, 1960s Ke Naam’ did that remarkably well, in a scene when the son returns home from abroad, and the mother awaits him with a bowl of kheer in  her hands. And in ‘Qurbani’ we see the father-daughter pair. Let me try and create a little controversy. Does the preference for sons arise from here, or is it the other way round? The sciences may have many theories...
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Is happiness the only thing in life?

“Whatever we do is for our happiness,” my cousin sister put it across me, quickening her pace as she joined me on the night stroll. The conversation happened nearly two decades ago in a city adjoining Delhi. Years later, I sometimes reflected back at that small talk, wondering at the motivations, the tussles and tribulations of the young minds, that lay underneath. Those were the 1990s, when youthful aspirations were again in conflict with the preceding generations. My own state of mind in those days was one of inner absorption, undisturbed by the harsh grind of reality around. I was rather indifferent to the pulls and attractions of the world. Happiness is what everyone wants to reduce all of our actions and behaviour to. Maybe it is the case. But I always thought there were other matters that did not involve  pleasure. It couldn’t be just for my own happiness that I did everything I did. Everyone in the world today wants to be...
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Should true love be painful?

The author of this post thinks it is, and ought to be so. And cites a good authority to buttress the claim. True Love SHOULD Be Painful. My few paisas on this: It is not love that is or could be hurtful, but what happens to you with true love underneath your heart. When it fails to find expression, or when egos and circumstances impale you. Nurture it well… the first impressions, the fleeting glances, those first ingrained images, in your heart. They will always soothe you… forever. Having discovered love, though faded with time, it leaves you not. ...
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Where do dreams come from?

A moment’s reflection will tell us that dreams are not random, haphazard collection of images or events. There is a plot to them. I like to think of them as stories that our half dead brain produces. Which means our mind could have a faculty built within whose function is to concoct stories. The most interesting aspect of dreams is that they are false. These are false stories that we watch while asleep! It is interesting, because our brain is tied up so close to reality — we see, touch, hear and so on, only that which is real — that it is strange to see it concoct sekuences of events that never occurred! ...
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21st century Devdas and Paro

Devdas who had never previously considered Paro that way (what were they doing all those childhood years) feels surprised (how innocent) at Paro\’s bravery of visiting him alone at night. Truly a modern girl, this Paro! He decides to talk to his father who straight away disagrees. In a confused state, Devdas flees to Calcutta and writes a letter to Paro (as no email option was available) saying that they were only friends (how lame). Indeed, a real moron and a coward! Nowadays such cowards are straightaway rejected by the girls for the simple reason that if he cannot take a decision against his family at this stage, then how come he is going to leave his parents (read insult) and have a separate accommodation for the sake of their privacy. via 21st century Devdas and Paro. I’ve never read the story or watched the movie, but it well sums up the way young people, with little control over anything, get tossed around. ...
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July | 2005 | 21ϛ

aksa beach Went to aksa beach today. Great view from the rocks…the monsoon winds carrying the waves onwards… If only everything was perfect… via July | 2005 | 21ϛ. The earliest blog entry I wrote that I could locate! This was on Blogspot, now called Blogger. I must have used a cybercafe in Colaba. Blogspot in those days was hot. Google had probably just entered the scene, changing the web forever. Blogging was all about laying your life bare, hour by hour, day to day. Pre-Google internet, with Britney playing in the background, was fun. Those mIRC chat rooms… the first kuestion used to be: ASL? (age, sex, location)! ...
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