Very often in life, i think that cricket is something i shouldn't have let go in the way i did. More so with these super-slow motion cameras. At a thousand frames a second, they make a cover drive look like chocolate syrup pouring on strawberry. I recently caught myself jumping on the sofa going Look At That Man when they showed Laxman playing an on drive through mid-wicket in super slow mo. It's something else, it's something else. And then i sit and get sucked into a world. Of how the 96 world cup would look different if there were these cameras on a certain gentleman called Jonathan Rhodes. Or a Warne feeling the seam of the leather ball on the tip of his fingers during his walk-up ( you Can't call that a run-up, can you?) before a delivery. Or, haha, Courtney Walsh trying not to break into laughter and then finally not being able to control himself and bursting out uncontrollably when he sees the electric blue colour on Funky Miller's head while taking guard first thing in the morning.

Okayokay, stopme stopme. I can see this turning into an old-friends-and-alcohol-talk. 

But then again, a Brian Lara backlift and pull shot, in super slow mo. There aren't too many things more breathtaking to watch in life.

I know some sensational people. I told Anuj Gupta that i was studying metaphysical poetry for some test tomorrow, and he said, "Arre, koi behnchod kuchh likha itna sau saal pehle, te log ko abhi bhi usmein unglee karna zaroori hai na. Go find some work to do man, earn some money na"

Well, sometimes it's really difficult to argue with such Fine logic.

And yes, i'm also realising i know too many people who offer me these quotable quotes.

So I got out of a comedy exam and bumped into Sion outside the union room. He had seen me before the exam too, and asked how it went, and i told him that i thought there was a Random-ass question.

"The first act is ingenious, the second is beautiful, and the third abominably clever." Comment on the plot structure of The Importance of Being Earnest with reference to the critic's views ( or something on the lines of that ). You know, What KIND of a question is that.

To which he replies saying, "Actually, i don't know about the plot structure, but i can definitely comment on the critic. He's homosexual."


I'm quite a Sion fan, i must say, and things like this just make me feel better about it.

stoned musings on a theatrical night

अरे मार देंगे, हिला देंगे, जला देंगे साली दुनिया |  यह जोश ही काफी है, दिखा देंगे दुनिया |

If there's no other way to get rich in this life, i will write a book documenting the situations my dad gets into, and his reactions to each of them. I remember writing a post about the omni getting sold off not too long ago. Now, water has flown under the bridge and a Santro has taken its place in the parking lot under the house. My mum is indifferent, i still prefer the khatara, but my dad, it must be said, has fallen head over heals for the new car. It's his dream machine. "A Grey Santro with a red doctor's sign looks like a car with standard," is his modest opinion. ( the 'modest' is sarcasm. Don't be fooled by words, you should see his expression when he says 'standard'.)

And Of Course, it had to happen.

The car had just been parked outside Mocambo, and my dad had just entered the restaurant when, apparently, a drunk young gentleman behind the wheel of a Tata Sumo smashed straight into the car. There was nothing of the front left headlight left ( left headlight left, haah) , nor most of the bonnet.

Also, my dad asked me to sleep in his room that night.

In reality, it really irks me, this weird Affection for this inanimate object. His obsession with the car is Unimaginable. Or not so unimaginable. But I also remembered something he had said the First time the omni got a scratch. He said, "You know, every time there's a scratch on the car, there is a dent in my heart"

The aww-fulness of the situation sometimes does get to me.
But i daresay, his heart must be Really deformed right now.

There’s a little bit of a craving somewhere. I don’t understand. I can hear the clicks of my fingers on the keyboard and the especially clicky sound of the space bar, and i can hear little girls go ring-a ring-a roses downstairs. I can also hear the blades of the fan, they make a sort of sound scape with the air around them. The faster the blades move, the more whirly the sound gets.  I think i can hear my stomach but i’m not sure. What i Do know for sure, is that I love the peace after madness. 


Maybe that’s why i love the madness so much, for this peace.

Fetched from the ruins.

Photos from about a year back, and it Just caught my eye. As you will soon realise, this could not have been co-ordinated. And Priyanka Kumar is talented in many, many ways. It's true.