As The Rain..

There comes a time when someone tries to make abundantly clear how unnecessary another is to them. And then the interest trails off.

Friday. One of the best days ever invented. Its more to do with it's strategic placement, a pre cursor to every weekend. And thus, we are happy. Thursday was a good long conclusion to the last two weeks and other drizzle. It's been raining since last morning and after 30 plus hours, the same weather that was eagerly awaited has become literal pain.

What has made this day confident after last night's something is American Beauty. A movie that can range from shocking to ironically sublime while simply describing a malfunctioned family. Brilliant. And despite not being a suspense thriller kind of a flick, it manages to capture thought, interlude after interlude. And then there are those moments that flicker from genius to 'made within constraint' to outright class and never making the story (which may come across as a tad bit superficial) seem even a bit OTT. Then the following sequence which is a killer amalgamation of perfect thoughts -

RF : I was filming this dead bird.
Angela :: Why?
RF: Because it's beautiful.

or maybe,

"It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in. "

These are truely genius moments captured so well on camera. But again, whats set apart is set apart.
But then, this is one of those rare occasions when I like a movie which is genuinely enjoyed by everyone. Unlike movies like Forrest Gump (a sad gay flick), The Godfather - both I and II (kill me, yes), The Matrix (outright dumbness) etc.



Found this random picture on of my CDs. Struck me as 'worth it'. It's fascinating how the picture was there with me all these years and I never really paid attention, much. And now it seems like a metaphor for many a days spend. North East was unusual fun.

Its lovely how the Sun sets on the river, surrounded by the trees.

Enough of time pass now on this computer, time to go live a bit.

Sadistic Pleasure And Forrest Gump.

Midnight and a bike ride behind a hostel fellow brought back a flood of memories of playing second fiddle to Tadasmi as we narrowed down most of Delhi, Old Delhi, and more over the past couple of years. The last day for which I am in debt (adjective). The last day Guinness and cognac and a couple of Romeo Julietas sound as royal as our asinine lives did ever get. A picture that defines the day, the rest as another friend remarked "are soooooooooooooo wannabeeeeeeeee". Hence, never the mind should yourself.

Coming back to 3 AM arbitrary. Am I the only one who laughed as the kid who appeared as little Tom Hanks or 'Forrest' swooped around on one foot with the other dangling behind? That was as early as 4 years ago and has been a part of my neuro system since.

I still often cite to many people the 'girl child theory'. Eons ago, sitting in high school, we were discussing the issue of want for a male child with adequate ease when either Sukrit or Gautam, in a very worldly wise manner came up with a unique scenario were they have to have a female child. Take her to the hospital window and go "oops...". There she goes...

People lament when I repeat the same, a very honest tone though. One moron actually ended up saying "What if the hospital was just a ground floor". I told him I would take the girl child to chowpatty and then come out three minutes later screaming "high tide, high tide, high tide..". Much to most people's dismay, a little lighter too. HA HA!!

I have also come to believe this specific notion that technology is taking its revenge and alongside, a toll on me. Having ignored it all these years, it refuses to occur on time nowadays. My laptop is still due and a postpaid connection verification and start process took a shocking 10 days. That's efficiency for Orange/Hutch/Vodafone/Essar, whatever they call them.

There is this thing too which ensured I fall in love with a song, all over again, at least twice a week. The latest have been Coldplay's The Scientist but the one howering around my membrane without an attempt to decline is Champagne Supernova by you know who.

"How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky"

Read the line in Bold. It's so real. So perfect a situation like everything is. The real Natural Blues.

Time for presentations too, first one coming soon and I am bothered in the least, or not. There is absolutely no room for tension of any sort to rich in thus far. What has to happen shall and shall exit leaving behind the trace which will make me the person I will become. Conflicting thoughts which are as absurd as the situation I am in right now. Good Night.

There is a pronounced high tide in Mumbai on Saturday (June 30th) at 1142 hours. Make the most of it, shall it be a predict of the Met Department which I firmly believe does not believe in R&D.

Till then, and more business plans including stuff that shall be explained as they becomes. Shut Up, already.

Wasted Reprise

Now, just switched off tOOl in the middle of No Quarter. Now before you go, 'have you heard the LZ original', get lost or in case you think what I did was blasphemy, well, then never mind. But the fact is that human psyche is such that even the best of the best seem repulsive under certain situations. And no quarter was never and could never be a 'daytime rain song'. What sounds better is my roommate's ring tone blaring the tune to "ajeeb dastan hai yeh...kahan shuru kahan khatam..."

The hostel, despite its barren look and an almost ignored look on Google earth, has this rustic charm (as wrote before) and which makes it more comfortable than the college quad or anywhere else. The quad is a nice short form, albeit a shade gay, yet somehow so not what it sounds like. Heck, it is not even four sided.

Anyhow. Bombay Rain is good. It can either veer one from laziness to random movement or with tea included, can just take away the jovial spirit to downright sleep.
Its an odd life, I admit yet encompassed within conversations that hardly would make sense a few years down this road. NMIMS. The anthem shall be uploaded as soon as I can find the .mp3 file or the courage to upload it, whichever comes first. Its the college 'Disney like' theme song. The seniors who wrote and composed must have been smoking some real potent stuff. I wonder how they decided to stick proudly to it. Akin to YRF's Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. Disaster. It pays to walk out during the interval. I am two visits old to Marine Drive already and despite those many old times in Bombay, the rains ones are forever extra-isspecial. The last one with Rohit, we managed almost 7 KMs on foot. For food at Bagdhadi. I hate upset stomachs. What is fun and probably the most enjoyable part of these days - The walk down to Juhu Beach or at least Cooper Hospital even if it maybe raining, just to catch coffee or tea, be it 3 or 4 AM. Sharadh has so far been a decent constant in most.

I've also realized I've myself become cheerful since arrival, way more conversation than ever, a fall-out of quietness over the one month Europe jinx. Or not. I miss Amsterdam.

Another thing I quite do well every 3 days to say in the least is take a look at all old diary writings, Delhi pictures, retrospect, and everything else. I forget the people before the cities which are forgotten 34 days before I completely go Amnesiac over the past weather. I shall miss the winters and 'I know whom'.

The classes are fun, except for this chap who talks more than required. I don't deny him his curiosity but there shall be a day, hath he continue such, when I will take my NMIMS I Card and pulsate him to death, a neck so blue...so weary... The red light area outside NMIMS post midnight is another tale, were it not for the Hijras.. That's about it.

As Mr. Bhole said in a lecture "Straight Lines Cannot Be Exact." Holy Fuck, I would have never known.

There are some bad and some really horrid lecturers we got. Making do with them is an effort and I have never resisted so little the want to doze off in supreme force. It's not so interesting and even worse than Pratibha Patil being elected President and Supreme Commander Of The National Forces. Disgrace. She is half baked herself and will not withstand a push. As Suhel Seth said in yesterday's Asian Age "I now wish Sonia Gandhi had not been so pseudo-righteous and taken up the PM mantle, we may just have had MMS as the President."
It sucks even more to see a country's Vice President sigh up independent candidature for a higher post, being unwanted must sting these politicos big time. Grow up, you 70 year old plus monkeys.

This was taken by Sharadh at Churhcgate station, as drizzle began and staring at the background, disarmingly in awe of the BSE structure. It stays till he decided it becomes a copyright issue. But the quaint look of it is pretty as it comes.

Till I write again, As another vague teacher said the other day "To learn how to read, you should know how to write". Yeah, to listen to music, you should first start learning an instrument. Otherwise, fuck knows.

Till a few more days and an eagerly awaited music show at Razz tomorrow, die.

In Tandem And Absurd.

A week bygone, thus. Little to write home about.

What began as disapproval and dejection at every human being met, is not really as bad as expected. There are decent people out here, after all. Conversations are worth it.

Its this paranoia I have of settling in, with ease wherever I may arrive. I am yet to meet more than one person who had heard of tOOl since earlier. Discrimination, yes, but that is how it all comes around.

Its Tuesday now, and I have become accustomed to the wild vagaries, it is not tough staying awake, I could claim to be the last person to go to bed every night in the hostel. Despite prohibhition, nothing is much of a deal.

GR JANI. Now, this is not even close to the best college hostel in Ville Parle (W) but there is something thats gives me a happy tinge whenever here. Maybe the rusting cupboards, the pungent aroma of the whitewash, or ever studious rooms, or heck, even people walking aroud like skeletons.

At times, sitting on the laptops (as due to retardedness on the part of Apple) borrowed from other people, I see a sense of joy in myself. There has been nothing to do over the past few weeks except the rote' of random newspapers and magazine jargons.

To a whole year at Jani and other impure joys.

Early Morning.

Beginners, this is the last assortment of laziness.