Sunday, 3 April 2011

Wish you were here

Well, Pink Floyd on repeat. Before this was Echoes, Shine on and now it's Wish you were here.

Wish YOU were here. NO! We're not talking about that again. That chapter was closed. It met it's end. Hopefully, the end is permanent. And it does not open up again like my wardrobe malfunctioning door.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls

LIving in a fish bowl

Year after year...

Pinl Floyd! I am not sure if I should say the lyrics are great but I sure connect with them. And I know, this is my Sunday night disease of feeling lonely, this time the writer in me has woken up and typed something up. And the Sourabh inside me is feeling lonely. Again.

Funny I should say, the sourabh inside me. It's like I am a dual, like Aparichit! The guy on outside tries being awesome and the one is scattering, squibbling loner who cant express a line of what I am feeling. Both reside within me. There maybe moments when overtakes the other, dominates the other but definitely don't kill each other. I wish I could tell her how much she meant to me, how much I dreamt like Tum hoti tu aisa hota, tum hoti tu waisa hota. But, I guess all that is in the past. I have got my reply. I know you've closed the door on me and I am not knocking on it again. that would just be stupid on my part. Yeah, adios. :D

Sunday, 26 July 2009

The Search

I am lost and am now searching for an existence; the sole purpose of my living. Deep within myself, within the barriers of my own mind and heart, finding something which is neither lost, nor found. And the deeper I go into myself searching for a rhythm, I find silence, silence of hundred year. Silence which lasts a hundred years, and which will probably last hundred more years.

Whats the purpose of my existence when the rhythm of life is missing. Did I search the right corridors? They have to be somewhere here, where did I miss them? They would'nt have gone far... When did I lose it? Where did I lose it? I just don't find them. Is this a treasure hunt, where the winner gets himself back? But where is the competition, whom am I competiting against? Against myself or against a Supreme Power? Sounds good, but what decides that I have found the treasure, the silence of hundreds of years? There is no finish line, no X mark which marks the place saying, 'Yes you have won'. Also, will a screen pop up in front of me saying "BUSTED" as in RoadRash or 'GameOver' as in a videogame? Or will just be a curtain which will draw itself saying 'Thank You for you're co operation'. But even if a screen pops up will I have my physical existence or will it all be lost to ashes? Does any of this have a meaning?


Monday, 5 January 2009

Vanraj in Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam

Talking of a movie that released nine years ago is stupidity, and even more stupid is seeing the movie to put up a blog. But since the movie is Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and this is my blog bear on.

No, I am not here to talk of 'How good the songs and dances were?', 'Salman acted the best back then', 'Aishwarya looked apt in the movie though she required a hair straightner' or 'How awww is the work of Sanjay Leela Bansali' or other things like Cinematography which I quite dont follow myself. So whats left? Ajay Devgan as Vanraj...

His role is definitely not a cameo and is excellent in scripting. Silent, calm, possessed, not-romantic and twenty more adjectives to go for the character. Vanraj falls in love with Nandini and gets married to her. Post marriage he comes to know that she loves Samir and refuses to get-over him. Moreover he honeymoons in Italy just to find his wife's ex-lover.

Who would go in a never land to find someone he does not wish to find, with a ready-to-burst Nandini. If he finds Samir he loses Nandini the woman he loves and if he does'nt find him he loses Nandini anyway. In that regard its a brave decision to head out to Italy. Introverted that he is, he fails to express his love for Nandini and now is in a darn of a situation. It was only love for Nandini he had that he stood by her when she meets a freak of an accident.

There a point in the movie where Nandini and he become friends, and now share a rapport, and everyyime he repeats, 'Kya mein tumhe kuch kah sakta hoon,... choddo kuch nahi'. It enligthens his character 10 folds. He keeps his love in himself and refuses to let out his feelings, you do emphathize with him. The pre climax of the movie, if you remember, has Vanraj meeting with Samir, without he realizing that he is that person he has been searching for. They dream sing and dance the KantaBen song. Avoid. Come to the next scene you have Vanraj and Nandini at a Italian biastro. Vanraj gets drunk and does a tap dance. Here again, you feel for Vanraj. At every point, his body language, his eyes speak of a undying love and a sense of tortured within them. In the last scene of the movie, if you remember Nandini goes for Vanraj and not Samir. In my opinion there was no competition. Its always better to go for a person who loves than go for the person you love. Cause you can love spark a love for others in yourself but its difficult to make the person you love, forget someone else and make them love you.

Arguable.

Thursday, 25 December 2008

My Dates with Priyanka

My Dates with Priyanka


'Facebook helps you connect and share with the people in your life',  that's how facebook welcomed me. I started chatting with with a friend who was on cloud 81, after going on a movie date with the hottest gal of the college.

'What?!', was my only reaction, have all girls gone crazy, gone blind or just desperate; and if desperate why not me!

This bugger instead of focusing on the girl was seeing SRK do a split personality. I would have taken a microscope, a telescope just to be keep seeing that girls' ahem ahem! Anyways so just to keep this person happy, I put a 'What are you doing now?' as 'Sourabh wants to see Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi. :)'.
Lies.

Late evening Shruti calls me up, she and her 10 other friends are going to see the movie tomorrow, and she wants me to come. 'Are any hot chicks coming?', I wanted to ask that but in the name of decency I asked 'Who all are coming?'.
'None you know of, you want to come?'
'Hmmm, tickets?'
'Two extra.'
'OK fine, Ill be there'
'1030, Swathi! Don be late'

1035! 5 minutes late. Missed the trailers. I reached to learnt that am the earliest. Shruti drops 10 minutes later. She had call me an quarter hour early. The rest of the crowd had still to turn up. For me, an engineering student, a semi nerd, catching movie this early was itself an experience. Its just pirated stuff for us. A few more people drop by, hot chicks but with hulky brawny bodyguards cum boyfriends around them. No chance of flirting! The last to arrive was Priyanka.

She hugs Shruti for 7 minutes 26 seconds. She sees me and I noticed she looked frail, dressed in casual black and blue with electric red shoes (or whatever they were) she gave a stork false impression of the famine our country has been going through for years! She turns towards me.

'You should be Sourabh'.
'Yes, I am and your Priyanka'. We'd been friends online, and apparently she realised me through my photos. 
'Oh, I am'.
'How have you been?'
'Pretty good. I have exams tomorrow but SRK is more important.'
'Hehe Chalo, lets go catch him.' and I led the way in.

Shruti was busy with Ram, her 99% bodyguard and 1% boyfriend, and all the others were also in similar couples, expect for Priyanka and me. So, well, I was on a movie date of sorts.  We entered Swathi threatre and Mr. SRK sang songs pleading us to go slow in love. Priyanka was sitting next to me, and my heart started dancing, the butterflies in my stomach just found a whole new passage to get some more nectar in, and the blood had on overdose of Chyawanprash which put them on a race with Michael Schumacher. My hands were clutching on to seats bar, shivering. I was anxious.

Baba Ramdev said, 'In the times of anxiety, do Pranayam!'. Should I do pranayama here? I would sound stupid. No way I am screwing up a date. SRK again did his romantic dialogues. A few girls swooned. Now, how do I break the ice with this chick?
'You like Shahrukh?'
'MVAH! to him'.
'Oh, I thought that was for me.' She gave a very girly giggle.
'You like Anushka?', and has she said that her hands, more like an involuntary action, caught my shoulders. I glare at her hands and she pulls them back. My stomach flipped thrice, I counted.

'Hey look, he is wearing my shirt', I popped.
'Oh please, he looks way better than you.'
'You have a nice sense of humour!'. She hits me in the stomach.

"THE INTERVAL"
The couples decided to just sit with each other and not barge out. The stags decided to move out meaning Priyanka and me move out. I go to the loo, my hands still shivering.
'You want anything?'
'Coffee?'
'I'll get for you'.
'And you want?'. A girl was gonna get me something. Whoa!
'Ill also have coffee'.
'Oh get for yourself'. 
I just screwed up. She was not gonna get anything for me. Now I got the coffee (Rs 40/- for one cup) and gave a cup to Priyanka thinking if I should have a done a by-2. We sat together and she clutches the cup in both the hands and makes a quivering noise sipping it. It somehow felt very nice. My hands stop shivering.

The movie resumed. We dint interact for sometime and let SRK cast a spell on my date.
'Are you alright?', I broke the calmness.
'No!'
'No?'
'I mean I don't no. I never like Shahrukh doing sad scenes'. I wanted to laugh.
'If you want we can go out.' I said trying not to laugh.
'No, I'll miss him then.' Hypocrite!

The movie had a happy ending. Priyanka and I came out of the hall. The couples also to my surprise moved out. We stood in the lobby for sometime, deciding what to do next. Everyone unanimously insisted on going to this new swanky club. I obviously wanted to spend time with Priyanka but not clubbing. I just dint feel right in a club. It was alien to me. Priyanka was now in her group of girls so calling her out would be difficult. There I was, on a split. A decision and I would have chance to talk with Priyanka, talk with her, get her number and probably spend the rest of the day with her. Or another decision, and I would be a loser heading back home. In the split of a second, I decided not to club. LOSER.

Now, I lost Priyanka. However thanks, to the online world I could catch up with Priyanka, and flattered her enough to ask her to come around with me. She refused thrice (Your a flirt!) and later we went to a Coffee Shop and increased thier revenue by Rs. 400. Yes, she paid half the bill much to relief.

Friday, 18 January 2008

Well a short poem...

OK this was one of those poems i wrote rather bad....
Rate this poem plz on scale of 1-10


Aren’t You Beautiful?


Hey,

Who are you? Stealth my heart out of nowhere,

Your fragrance enchants me to death.

Are You Pure Poison?

Sweet at first,

Death at last.



Or are Curses hidden in you-

To spellbound the Heavens

You are death by prescription.

Elixir of life is with you.

The Enigma,

The Temptation,

The Attraction.



None know of your beauty,

The Beauty,

The Charm,

The Secret.



You hyper indulgences to degrees unheard.

You redefine passion, lust and love.

Aren’t you beautiful?

-Sour

do post what u feel about it???