The Super Kings, my sister and my drenched back...

May 31st,2008.

I was watching the Chennai Super Kings in action against the Kings XI Punjab and I must admit that I'm a little surprised at the world-class bowling effort of CSK. All credit to Dhoni and company. Looking forward to them meeting Rajasthan Royals in the finals. Anyway, today was quite an uneventful day for me. One of those queer old days where you have nothing to do except read a book or browse the net. I did neither. Instead I spent my morning watching "Fanaa". It was absolutely mind-blowing. I never knew that Kajol could act this well. ( To tell you the truth, I haven't watched any of her movies before...) Aamir Khan was as usual brilliant. Hats off to the director who has managed such a complex theme with pure grace. It's one of the best love stories i've watched in recent times.

Anyway, my day wasn't complete yet. My sister held me by the collar and demanded an explanation for conviently forgettting her when I mentioned my mom taking the pains in getting me a vis-com application. I must admit that she was by my side all the while and she had infact accompanied my mom when she was out buying the application for me. Two to tango, after all. So, I apologise for my mistake, ok ? But this made me very happy. For one, I now know ATLEAST someone is reading my blog. A good beginning...

So, then later in the afternoon it began raining and I spent the rest of the day by the window looking out at the rain falling so gracefully, making such sweet sounds as it hit the ground. I had a hot cup of tea by the window too and as I sipped it with mini-slurps, I realised this is as close to heaven as one could possibly get to. You see nature is like a year-long movie. It plays dual characters, that of the hero and the villian. Both the roles are intensely hypnotic. Much like Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. Both did great things.

Anyway, even as I was watching and admiring nature for the way it projects itself in various manifestations, I felt so sleepy that I dozed off with my back to the window. Talk about being tired. Anyway, it seems that I did really doze off with my back to the window bacause (a) my mom testifies, and (b) my drenched back(!) more than confirms it...

Catch you later...!!!

Shah Rukh Khan, Lekha, Micheal Jackson, Hitler...

May 30th,2008.
3:30 pm
I was watching T.V. when suddenly Shah Rukh Khan appeared on screen promoting yet another item. Wow, the man is great. I believe everything he touches turns to gold. But sometimes I do think he exerts himself too much and promotes one too many items. So, it was no surprise for me that his panchvi pass failed and his antics with the Kolkata Knight Riders fell flat. In fact, I was watching IPL the other day and I couldn't help but notice how desperately Lekha Washington wants to be the darling of the press. You see, I might be wrong but I 'think' I can see her yearning for success, sinking to new lows each passing day. Well, I mean, she was excellent when she was the VJ in SS music, I particularly liked her bubbly attitude and a sense of carelessness reminiscent in children. But after she was unceremoniously dropped from Kettavan, I see all of that disappearing. And now, she interviews the "greats of the game" in a sombre and dour mood. There is absolutely no trace of her proactiveness and her keen interest in people. I do feel sorry for her. I'm her great fan you know.

All this made me wonder whether it was just fate that these two people turned out the way they were or whether something else that determined their destiny. I heard from my friend the other day that names really do play an important role in one's success. I was tempted to find out. Luckily, I had a book on star signs by Bejan Daruwalla, so I decided to check it out. It had a section on numerology which really turned me on. So, I decided to check for Shah Rukh Khan first. So here was what I found out. 3+5+1+5+2+6+2+5+2+5+1+5=42. Here was 42's interpretation.
"Good for the arts. Your opposite number will help you. Signifies gifts and good fortune. You score in relationships. Group activities suit you best. It warns against dangers from falls."
Atleast 80% true, right?
Ok, so then I decided to check on Lekha Washington. Here was her score. 3+5+2+5+1+6+1+3+5+1+5+3+4+7+5=56. It's interpretation was
" Nervous. Fond of luxury, pomp, show. A fine patron of the arts. Not an altogether happy number. Ambition could mock useful toil, and conceit could lead to ruin. "
Wow... What do you say to that?
So then I got really really interested and decided to check out a few more. My favourite star, Micheal Jackson (44) for example.
Here is his interpretation based of 44.
" The two fours suggest fatality, dignity and strength. Greed and avarice uually bring the downfall of this number. A strong BUT unhappy name valuation. "
How closer to the truth can it get ?
I also found out about Karan Johar (27). " A number of puissance, fame, tremendous creativity. Do not be swayed by outside influence or guidance.Rather, go your own way, rely on your judgement. A high voltage, magnetic number. A name valuation of prosperity. "
What more can I say ?
There were also terrifying interpretations of Adlof Hitler (End will be sudden...) and of Napolean Bonaparte (Defeat after initial success and glory...). I started to believe in this. But I must also admit some of them were wide off-target.
I'm not here to promote numerology nor do I condemn it. But i do feel for Lekha. The valuation of her first name (16) also isn't that good. In fact, it is worse than her first valuation.
" A good beginning but a poor end is the significance of this number. It shows a fall from power, grace, office, position. Unexpected shock or catastrophe is associated with this number. "
I'm not saying that this will be the end of the world for Lekha. I'm not saying that her career won't flourish or that she'll fall from power or grace. In fact, from what I have known of her from news-reports or from her shows, I know that she is strong-willed and courageous. But, I brought up the topic just because i was afraid that, god forbid, she isn't able to fulfil her potential.
Lekha, there is no way you'll read my blog or even know about it but if there is a God out there, maybe he will see to it that somehow you get to see it. I'm a great fan of yours and I don't like you to not enjoy yourself or even smile for the camera with that childish innocence... and beauty. God bless you.

Tough Choice ahead... But not for me...

May 29th, 2008.
" Vishnu, you have to make a tough choice. Tell me your decision in a week's time but we'll love to have you here ... "
Well, this made my day. I mean, the day itself was great in its own way, but this was the icing on the cake.
I had to wait for sometime before they called me in for the interview. So, I spent my time scrutinizing the others who had come for the interview. To my utter disbelief i found that all of them went in for the interview with their parents. What a shame. Come on, after all we are adults. What's the big deal about going for the interview without being mama's boy ? (Pssst... It was my mom who told me all this and forced me to go in without her...) Anyway, I was quite confident and walked in to the room with an "excuse-me"... That completely through them off-guard. Good... SVV 1. Management 0. That didn't last long however. Even before i could take my seat they asked me whether I had come alone. I had to say NO. So, all the trouble came to nothing. I had to fetch mom from outside the room. SVV 1. Management 1. After that, it was a one-man show. Wow... was I fired up. I did tell them that I was doing engineering. I also told them that I wanted to join vis-com because I had to follow my heart at some point of my life. They seemed impressed. I also told them that i wanted to be a film director and that I've already written scripts for some short films of mine. They hence asked me loads of other questions related to films as they could see my interest in that field. So, at the end of it all they said
" Vishnu, you have to make a tough choice. Tell me your decision in a week's time but we'll love to have you here ... "
So, my full-time score must have been SVV 15. Management 1. But, I lost count after a while.
I had already made up my mind long before that. Let me get a basic degree and then plunge into my world. I promised myself that. It's the least I can do to my loving family...

Things look up for me... Maybe bcoz i'm taller ?!!

May 28th,2008.

Well, you see I never have any expectation from this blog. All I wanted was to have a good time writing and that's what I've been doing. I'm happy as long as I get to see my writing in print. But the pleasure that you derive from customizing your blog, trying out various permutations and combinations...wow... pure heaven. Kudos to Blogger ! Keep up the good work.

This blog is just my version of an online diary, so I wouldn't care so much if nobody visits my blog at all. After all, diaries are absolutely personal, right ?

Anyway, I had loads of fun writing the entrance exam at DG. There were loads of questions testing your G.K. But, the most interesting part was when we had to write a script for a 30 sec ad film on any relevant social issue. I did a great job at that. I took up the issue of the harassment of eunuchs in the country. I have to thank my mom again for that. Coz, she, being a writer, gave me valuable ' indirect ' inputs through her new book on them. The good thing about that book is I'm designing the cover. Wow... That's cool, isn't it ? Anyway I got selected and hence they've called me for an interview tomorrow. Looking forward to it, man. Catch you later. Take care.

Fate rules !!!

May 27th, 2008.

Well, to say that my family has become one happy lot would be a bit of an understatement. I actually had the courage to speak out to my mom and dad about the "peer" pressure they exerted on me and told them flat out that I would love to live life my way. I stressed that I would love to do a film-making course after I finish with engineering. They seemed shocked that they had such a big role to play in me becoming moody the past few days. But then they seemed to understand. That's the good thing about parents. They are willing to learn. To tolerate. I will always forgive them. After all, they have no prior experience in raising a child. Anyways, I had a pleasant surprise waiting for me in the evening. An application form for Visual Communication from DG vaishnav. Wow !!! You see, I do love God for the way he created parents. We could have so many strains, fights, tantrums but at the end of the day, they still remain firmly by your side, constantly coaxing us to reach out for our dreams. Well, so you see, All's well that end's well. This cliched statement could well make the top of the Laws of God list. That's it from me for today, catch you later. Bye !!!

The Final Journey

A death march was in full swing. A cacophony of drum beats, trumpets and noise disturbed the peace of the otherwise silent surroundings. Flowers were littered throughout the stretch of the road and the place looked like a wedding in full swing what with the dancers and the musicians. Some solemn and glum faces were visible amongst the crowd in stark contrast to many who seemed to enjoy the procession.
Amidst the exuberant celebrations, a speck of white was visible. On close inspection one could see a man in his late 40s, cursing the procession. He was tired and badly in need of rest but he willed his ailing back to bend forward and sweep. Cars and bikes whizzed past him. He was beginning to feel dizzy now. He took a few uncertain steps here and there, and suddenly, dropped to the ground.
Lying face down on the bed, she was still brooding and crying. Despair and fear continued to haunt her even with the police reassuring her that her child would be found soon. He was always a difficult child to deal with, but now alone, in his absence, she realized that her world held more love for him than what she had portrayed down the years. She was missing him and it was hurting. She remembered … All those arguments, all those negative emotions, the tension, the trauma, the uneasiness that had crept into their relationship. God, please, please…give me another chance.
He was carried home by his friends, he was told. His children were crying. He had no money to even buy them a meal. Overcome with overwhelming guilt, he didn’t have the guts to face them. He looked away into a far corner of their hut and lived his life all over again in his mind. God had not been kind to him. He had not even helped him out during his troubles. He thought of all the others in the world, those politians, those cricketers, those actors… Sometimes, he wondered, if God is really all that goody-goody as his devotees claimed. He wondered whether god even had any heart at all.
She wasn’t able to sleep. Facing the ceiling, she wondered if the police had sorted things out. She didn’t have anyone to fall back on, to lend her a helping hand in these turbulent times. God is cruel, she cursed. He had after all, left her all alone in this world with her baby for company after a car crash wiped out her family. He wasn’t really that bad a child, she thought. She was now feeling guilty. Her hard ways seemed to separate the two of them hour by hour. He had gotten so upset at one point that he had stormed out of the house, only to come back the next day. He came back for me, she thought. He loved me. Silently, she wept. The empty bedroom was her companion and maybe, God too… if He was lurking somewhere nearby.
The night passed.
Today, is payment day, he gushed. Putting on his best clothes that he could afford, he rushed early in the morning to the government office. He had promised his wife new provisions. Maybe he could buy a doll for his children. Maybe a clay horse… something to make them happy.
“Good news, ma’am, we’ve located the gang. We’ll bag them soon…” The police had called early in the morning. She was overjoyed. God was alive after all, she thought. She really wanted to put the past behind her and start afresh. After all, her child was the only one whom she could call family.
“Don’t you know, the government went on an inspection yesterday and found your beat littered with flowers and all. They say your job is not satisfactory. They refused to give you the month’s payment.” Shell shocked, he leant against the office wall, hands on his face, and cried out loudly. Cursing God…cursing fate… cursing life. There was no way they could survive now. He had seen enough of it. I’m tired of my life, he wept. God, I’m coming to you… I’ll give you a peace of my mind as soon as I get there…
“ma’am, on inspection of their grounds, we found that your son is no more. He has been murdered on these very grounds sometime yesterday. We’re sorry ma’am…We truly am”. Overcome with remorse, she couldn’t cry… tears flowed but it was silent. She turned right and there she could see it. There it was, yearning to be visited by someone. Her empty outstretched hand… it was crying out for warmth of her child. Crying out for the comfort of his soft hair that tickled it as he slept. Whatever the day, whatever the hour, he had always slept on this outstretched hand for fifteen years. But now truth finally dawned on her. She couldn’t go on, she couldn’t bear her outstretched hand to be of no use anymore. Gasping for breath, she turned her eyes towards the ceiling, towards heaven… towards the fan… she had an idea.
A death march was in full swing….
Three of them, infact.

God and me- Never been good friends...

I witnessed a rat on the verge of death,
Twisting, twitching and turning it was,
I couldn’t bear to see it cry,
I couldn’t believe when suddenly it died.
I sprinkled water on its face to make it wake up,
But it didn’t.
It just lay there eagle-eyed.
As things dawned on me,
I couldn’t control myself.
I was crying and crying hard,
Oh God! Why is there such a thing as death in this world?
I ask you, god,
Have you ever lived in a family?
Or have you ever known what it is to be loved?
Well then, if you have,
How come you take away our dear ones form amongst us?
They say there’s a life after death,
And that it’s just another journey,
But god why don’t you let us all
Enjoy it together, as a family again?
Why do people age?
Why do animals, plants and trees age?
God, how unfair can it get?
You idiot, do we ever portray you as an old man?
Do we portray rama or jesus as old?
We let you be,
Don’t we?
But then,
Don’t you ever think
Of returning the favor?

Devil's Snare

Well, words don’t come naturally to me,
And poetry certainly doesn’t.
Is poetry all about those high class words
That makes no sense,
Or is it all about the rhymes
That sound nonsense?
Well, even I want to write poetry,
Put my thoughts, my emotions, my trauma,
Into words, but then the publishers don’t
Publish it for lack of poetic sense,
Then what the hell do I do with those feelings?
Trash them into the bin, huh?
Get a life, you dumbo,
Poetry’s not about lifting words from a dictionary,
Or from someone else’s work,
It’s about you,
It’s about your life
And not like
“Thou that countless of pulchritude
Thou this... maugre... taciturnitude…”
All my barking and my trauma,
You never pay attention to.
You ass,
You write about life and you’ve never lived it,
You talk about love, and you’ve never felt it,
You talk about joy, sorrow, hurt and pain,
And never ever fuckin known it.
This poem won’t get published too,
“For lack of poetic sense”, they’ll say
“And for the use of bad words…”
But all I’ll say is,
You ass, get a life!

Mom- Man Of the Match

There are times when things never go your way,
And that’s where my mom comes in.
Gives me joy, gives me pleasure,
Gives me hope, gives me love,
It’s tough bein a mom,
And that’s why I say,
I love you, mom.
Love you loads.
Well mom, I know it’s not easy for you,
I wasn’t born with a manual,
Nor were you born with a golden arm,
You’ve got no prior experience in givin birth,
You learn through the course of time and I do too.
I admire you mom,
You’re a successful Pro Ex,
Writer, lyricist, orator, poet, on-screen personality,
Anchor, thinker, visionary…
Above all, you’re a successful mom,If they call anyone multi faceted, it should be you.
Teach me mom,
On how to drop the burden of office when you reach home,
On how to smile that priceless smile even when you’re tired,
On how to kiss the way you always do that makes me smile and blush,
On how to care, live, love and die for someone.
I don’t have to look elsewhere to find a role model,
Apj doesn’t inspire me, mom,
You do,
You always will.
Mom, I’ll do anything for you to see you smile,
To see you laugh,
To see you grin,
To see you by my side,
To see you as my mom, always.
I never wanna leave you alone, mom
Please mom, take me with me, wherever you go,
Be it pizza corner, fashion look, beauty parlor,
Music world, restaurant, or even heaven.
I love you mom,
I always will.

I'm a terrorist for God's sake

Well they call me a terrorist,
And frankly I don’t know why.
Maybe coz I love shooting,
Maybe coz I love killing,
But are you not as much a terrorist as I am?
You want me to die,
You want me to get killed,
You say I’m a disgrace to the society,
You say I’m bad, killer, terrorist,
But who is?
Your son is already in my ranks,
You can’t take care of your own child,
And you want to take care of the world.
I might kill some people for the fun of it,
But you go about hating people,
Mistrusting them, shitting them,
Killing their joy, killing their dream,
Killing their future, killing their lives,
And you say I’m a killer?
You marry four times, divorce thrice,
You force your ideas onto your son,
You want everyone from the government to your cat,
To abide by your rules,
Who’s terrorizing?
You or I?
You might not like me one single bit,
Well, frankly speakin I don’t like you too.
You say I’m rippin people apart,
Rippin peace, rippin harmony,
But, how dare you steal what rightfully is mine?
Rippin me of my pride, rippin me of my honor,
Who’s rippin whom?
You might pay to see me die,
That ain’t wrong is it?
Well, I pay to see you cry.
And that is wrong, ain’t it?
Who’s terrorizing?
You or I?

That mangy dog !!!

I had this good friend of mine,
We shared great times together.
But then, this guy went nuts
And became a sanyasi.

He said to attain god,
One needs to renounce,
Worldly pleasures, fame,
Wealth, health and family,
Well, frankly, I don’t believe it.

Turnaround, my friend,
See the truth before you,
God never demands renouncement,
God just needs you to realize yourself,
Live a life pursuing truth and happiness
And you will attain Him.

After all, renouncing is just escapism,
Running away from your wife,
Refusing to raise your child,
Refusing to even cry for your father,
When he dies.

My dear,
I always wondered why women aren’t sanyasis,
But then they would never leave their families,
And hopelessly pursue god,
I always thought they were the first gods.

There are gods all around us,
O my dear friend,
Open your eyes,
Turnaround and,
See the truth before you,
Live a life serving others
And you’ll see god.

That obnoxious little weed

I went to an amusement park the other day,
And man, there was this big rollercoaster there,
Very tall and handsome it was,
I was very excited to ride it.
People started to flock around it,
Everyone wanted a turn,
And then suddenly from somewhere,
A man asked us to take up seats.
There was this one guy bout my age,
Who sat beside me.
I didn’t like him at all.
He seemed scared.
There was a kind of a hooter,
And then, off we went.
Wow...was it fun!!
We started slowly at first,
But then gradually we began to pick up speed,
All trees around me became a blur,
And my mom did a flip upside-down.
I was at the pinnacle of emotions,
On the verge of screamin’ with joy,
When suddenly this guy let out a cry.
Startled, the gate keeper looked up,
And this fellow began yelling
“stop.. stop.. I wanna get out.. I wanna get out..”
And that stupid gatekeeper,
Must have been this guy’s brother,
Stopped the machine,
And slowly and painfully it ground to a halt.
This fellow stepped out and walked away,
And some others followed suit.
I felt like giving this guy one,
What’s the use of a rollercoaster
If you can’t enjoy the ride ?
On top of it all,
Why give others the trouble
By getting out in the middle ?
I totally lost interest in the proceedings,
And as the rollercoaster began to run again,
I felt the journey held no worth.
What then happens to this guy ?
That obnoxious little weed?
Surely he missed the bus
And along with it, the pleasures.

My dear

My dear,
I feel afraid and frightened,
I cannot even let go of your hands,
Even when you sleep,
For I’m afraid,
That you’ll leave me forever.
My dear,
Please forgive this old man for his sins,
Please don’t let go, baby,
I have made grave mistakes,
But please, I beg of you,
Give me a second chance.
I feel ashamed to revisit my errors
And remind you that I’ve wronged,
But please, oh my dear son,
Please…
I can’t bear life without you.
I’m so sorry…
I can’t stop crying…
But... son... pleases... no…
If you leave me,
You’ll never see me again.
Please, let me be with you.
By your side.
Let me crouch in that corner
And admire you,
While I repent for my sins.
But please son…
Please don’t let go...
And I’ll die in your arms...
A happy death…

I've given up on God now !!!

May 26th, 2008.

Today, I’ve changed man. I’ve changed. I no longer want to give my parents any more trauma. I will officially discard my daydream, that of joining visual communication in some prestigious college. I’ve grown sick and tired of the arguments that crop up at home as a result of this silly hallucination. My dad seems to have memorized a failures list who have ended on the wrong side of life with petty returns after pursuing vis-com. Well done. But, you see, it doesn’t take me a minute more than an hour to draw up another not so encouraging list of failures in B.A. English or even in B.A. marketing. You risked your asses pursuing English did you not? And you’ve just thrown your daughter into the cauldron of the marketing. You emerged unscathed and with a high pay government job at doordarshan didn’t you? And of course, my sis will pass out with flying colors, I’m sure of that.So that odds of repeating the ‘success’ are loaded heavily in my favor. Well, it seems that maybe I’m not so talented… or that you don’t have enough confidence in me. Yeah, I need to convince myself and resign to the fact that it’s a combination of both. Maybe I’m destined to travel for four hours a day. (This might interest the sponsors. After all, I travel long and wide, so in one canny stroke of shrewd businesmanship, you could paste your ads on me which would ensure better and immediate returns.)You might seem to think I’m still cribbing. Well, I am. You see, I’m allowed to bow out with my dignity afloat. Or am I not allowed that too?Whatever it is, I will step out of contention for that vis-com seat. Period. No hard feelings. I’ll manage somehow. I’ll do it during the holidays.And just because this is out of your way, don’t come out with thrusting another load on me. That stupid IAS course. Just because that batty astrologer claimed that I have a future in that field. Well, come to think of it, I remember him saying that I’ll also come good in cricket. Well, this might be the best example for selective amnesia. I’ll think over it. That’s all I can promise right now.I can’t explain the suffering one needs to go through when doing engineering. And don’t give me this crap of saying ‘I know, I know’ and putting a full stop immediately to the argument. Well, you see, first thing, you don’t and you won’t understand my feelings. And second, I need you more as an emotional vent (read more as a mother) than as an all-knowing philosopher. So at least keep mum and listen when I’m talking.I still have lots of options for pursuing films, cinematography etc., when I finish my degree. But, the reason I’m still bringing out the issue now is because you seem to have laid out a career plan for me already ala Santhosh Subramaniam. The film has come out in just the right time and I’m just a little surprised that you can’t identify yourself with it instantly.Please just let me be. I’m not a puppet for god’s sake. Take it or leave it.Despite all this, and I’m sure it’s just a little misunderstanding, I still love you. Period.

Your loving son.

Shree Vishnu Vardhan

God has given up on me !!!

May 20th, 2008
Well, this was one of those days. I’ve grown to detest these confrontations. Man, was I mad. I’ll tell you one thing first and foremost. I HATE engineering. Everyday when I look in the mirror and notice dark circles around my tired eyes and my weak aching body dragging itself forth to complete the morning routine, I feel so frustrated… so irritated… This is torture. Getting up at five in the morning every single day, driving out to my stop at six, a two hour travel to reach college, a monotonous routine of eight periods of rather dour subjects dragging my life out till three forty-five, another two hour travel, traffic permitting, till I get to finally reach home. What can one do after seven in the evening? Maybe write an article or two, do some homework, watch television for some time and then go to sleep at ten.
What’s the use of all this massacre? A sixty thousand pay per month? No, thanks… I don’t need that money. I feel sad and dejected thinking about my future, and I can guess right now the path it’ll take. A nine to five job at office for that cheque to reach your bank account. An MBA degree to boot. I really don’t deserve this. I always wanted to pursue arts. I felt I had a future as a creative head of some graphics company or as a film director. I always wanted to explore the nuances of photography, cinematography, or at least do a bit of business administration. Above all, I just wanted to fulfill my dreams and follow my passions. I always wanted to be a cricketer.
A cricketer… I know, you have to work out for at least an hour a day perfecting your technique, your batting skills, your bowling, your fielding… I’m a good cricketer, I promise you. But with this five to six routine how could I?
Had I done arts, I would have got time to practice, I would have got time to pursue a diploma or do a course in graphics, I would have got time to hang out with my friends… do the things that I always wanted to do. I can’t reverse time and for all you know, I’ll still be stuck up with engineering for the foreseeable future.
And don’t you dare mistake me as a pessimist or a critic. I don’t care if you do, anyway. Well, it still isn’t as bad as I’ve portrayed it to be. You still have time for pleasure. An outing with your friends to the theatre, a visit to the mall, eating out at a restaurant, writing… But, you see, I hate to see my creative juices being sucked up by a schedule that isn’t worth its weight in dust.
I will find a way out in the end somehow, but meanwhile, please bear with this poor writer.
Shree Vishnu Vardhan.