Bucket List to make before Flying

You gotta take a long flight away from home, to home and to a brand new place in that place of the world where you have no relatives, friends or ancestors or pets, anxiety pangs hit you hard. You planning to travel for few days, weeks, months, a year or for ever, no worry! Have you ever tried a bucket list of stuffs to bring with you? If you wanna play Mr Cool, Miss Cool and don't wanna carry excess baggage, what are parents for? Of course, they love pestering you to bring X, Y, Z doesn't matter if you will use the stuffs or chuck them mid-way. I hate carrying lotsa stuffs along yet things are always forced down the luggage. No tension. Here, are few thing that you may need.

1. Toiletries
Forget what your mom says, there are certain things that you may need if you are relocating. Take a toothbrush, mini-toothpaste and facewash and you may just do like me, I buy the most inexpensive toothbrush and paste coz I know that I will chuck it out and give to someone. It comes handy for first few days before I locate a shop. If I am re-locating to any city in India, I know that toiletries is easily available and, thus, have no qualm in carrying them. But, owing to mom prodding me, I take the stuffs along. Also, don't forget wet cotton tissue, cologne and cotton pads that help you during the long, overhaul flight.

2. Clothes
Normally, I hate carrying lotsa of clothes that will make my luggage heavy and for which the fucked up airport authority will screw my credit card or cash. I normally take three to four tee, three shirts, few socks, underwear, single trousers and a pair of jeans as well as few banyans. That much is enough till the time I settle down and may buy some stuffs for personal use.

3. Book (s)
I normally take a book or two which I carry in my backpack so that I am able to read in the plane. I hate flying by plane coz I can't get sleep and, therefore, reading comes as a pleasurable self-indulging stuff. It's another matter that I hardly read coz of the spirits and food. How I wish I could move places without taking the cursed plane. Just hate it!

4. Medicines
This is one thing I go along with what mom insists I take in my travel pouch. You cannot know when a headache might struck you off the seat, face loose motion and minor hiccups during your flight. I normally take immodium, panadol and other related drugs. What I can't do without is the sleeping pills in my attempt to crash on my seat if I am getting bored and I know I

will, during the stupid flight. I normally take Amoxil since when the plane lands, I can't bear the excruciating stomach pain and pangs in the ear. On my way from Dubai to Mumbai, I popped a pill and was able to sleep for some time. Trust me, it helps.

5. Snacks
Lol! Kidding! You've paid for the air ticket and don't think, they will refuse to give you some snacks to munch along with your drinks. I did managed to sneak in a bottle of water inside, despite its strictly not allowed. But, do it at your own risks!

6. Notebook
Since I love writing, I always make it a point to carry along pen and notebook to scribble along since you don't enjoy the perk of using Ipad and laptop in economy class. The Ipad is nicely slinked inside the backpack, along with the lappie bag cushioned  under the plane seat.

7. Other related lists
-Place all heavy items at the bottom of the luggage.
-make way for socks, handkerchiefs and mini stuffs in between your heavy stuffs
-carry valuable stuffs with your own, ever-moving body
-make sure you check all items before you lock the luggage

8. Check passport before leaving home
It's a near obsessive habit that I have nurtured over time at the risk of being called a jerk. I make sure to check my stuffs, including luggage, passport and air tickets thousand times before leaving home. I do freak out and ensure that I may not go back home to pick up stuffs nicely forgotten on the table.

Bon Voyage and enjoy the trip.

Smell the Kaffee

You know you love coffee when you cannot resist the urge of buying a cup of boiling coffee at the airport when you are waiting for your flight. You know coffee smell like sex when everything break loose as you dash over the counter and ask for the cuppa coffee. Yet, you are oblivious of the fact that your moron friend is conspiring behind your back when he lovingly buy you coffee in the plastic cup and tenders the cup in your hand. He urges you to drink the coffee by sweet talking you that the coffee you've been longing for is getting cold. It's like the same moron friend attempting to barge in your room when you are in the middle of hot, sexy and passionate sex.

It happened one night when I was scheduled to fly for Mumbai, decades back. It was raining heavily and I was feeling cold like hell. A good and dear friend came to drop me, along with mom and dad at the airport..what with the teary-eyed parents and me super excited to be back in Mumbai, we decided to soothe the mood by having kaffee. My kind-hearted friend was gung-ho in doing us the honors and he prodded me to walk with him, while mom and dad waited in the airport lobby, to enjoy our coffee along with a fag outside, far away from the gaze of seniors. I was super excited as I loove ma coffee with a fag during winter. He shouted, 'What are you waiting for? Gulp the coffee jaldi, dude. It's getting cold.' The nice sajjan guy that I am, nipped the coffee down my throat and almost jumped in a state of paralysis. The throat was burning like hell and it took me a while to understand that the coffee was hot as hell, like the MTV Splitsvilla babes. The man split one's sides and indulged in a laughing riot. What a kamina friend while I was left languishing in hell.

Why does your face keep haunting me?

Why does your face keep haunting me?!
It's been decades since we called it quits and break apart from each other.
The hurt, bruises and dejection..is it not enough?
You were forgotten for a long time and you choose to appear again!
Why does your voice need to whisper in my ears?
I dunno what has become of you..
Then, why, why and why?
Can't you just get out and live your life?
Why do I need to be remembered of the times spent together?
Yet, I am not longing for you.
You are not part of my life anymore.
Does it mean something?
Are you thinking of me, right now?
Don't think about me!
We've seen enough things together and we don't deserve to go through the same again and again.
It's no longer cute.
I am shouting loud and clear, I have moved on.
Now, will you disappear coz I loathe to hurt you.

As I Turn One Year Old (er)

The birthday came and went as it left many sweet-cum-wonderful memories along the way. It was a birthday to remember as I turned one year old (er) and it's been after aeons that June 24, Monday was such an enjoyable trip where I relished and enjoyed every second, minutes on the birthday. I feel like a one year old who is celebrating his first birth (day).
It's been longish time since I had so much fun for the birthday and the post header, As I Turn One Year Old (er) describe the budday celebration to the hilt. I woke up to a call from a good friend and former colleague at work, Sheetal, who was oblivious of the fact that I was born on this beautiful Monday. We caught up after a very long time and I told her bout my happy wala budday. What I got in return for the budday was something totally awesome and fab and I'm still relishing the amazing surprise for the day.

Google wished me many happy returns of the day:)

I mean, when I woke up, I had no idea that the budday will turn out to be totally awesome and will add zing to my entire existence. It was a day and budday to die for her. Sheetal, together with another friend, Suzanne, ordered a Brownie cake adorned with syrup and a cute-si candle. It simply made my along with the pics clicked from my HTC One X. It was totally awesome and I felt like a kid who was enjoying the day. A small act of kindness can spark thousand lights in a beautiful heart:)
It is not everyday that wonderful surprises spring its way in my life and it's after ages that my birthday was a memorable one and am eternally grateful to the wonderful gals. It was a b'day special treat and one should learn to be grateful to life and people. Life is a roller-coaster ride and brownie coated with syrup. The wonderful budday gently reminded me that we were born so as to make wonderful things happen and spread happiness around our existence as well as to enjoy and live every moment in life as if it's the last day on earth. Let's weave magic and make our life sugar coated with unblemished happiness and joy.
There were quite a few wishes on my facebook profile page and this time, I choose to innovate by tagging Mr and Miss everybody as a way of thanking them for remembering the birthday. Earlier, I used to make it a point to reply to every other person who wished me and this time, I tagged friends who wished me in order to spread happiness in their wondrous lives. On my other blog, somebody asked me, what are the plans for this year's celebration.
Well, we all abhor growing up in age and, as the header suggest, I prefer to call it the act of turning One year old (er) and I believe there is no point in  setting unachievable targets to be met during the year that will soon elapse. I have decided to go with the flow in life and let myself be guided and carried away with things that shall unfurl itself. This is the beauty of life. Having said that, there are certain achievable targets like I am planning to either move to Dubai and/or relocate to either Mumbai or Delhi to pursue my career in journalism. Fair na? For a birthday wish and I am confident that it will happen slowly but swiftly. Of course, making a difference into people's lives and the budday was also a day to spare a thought to the victims of the Uttarakhand flood and may God give the afflicted persons strength to overcome their difficulties.
Till then, ta-ta and have lotsa fun. By the way, Dad budday coming in two hours and thirty minutes and wish that the jolly fellow is very happy.

Lost and Found

She was haggling with the shop owner over a pair of shoes for her three-year-old song. "You people are looting customers in Mumbai. I will not pay you 1000 bucks for this pair of shoes and I cannot shed out more than 600 rupees."
Standing outside the entrance of the shop, he was smoking a cigarette and overheard the voice of a familiar women haggling inside the shop. He racked his brain, trying to think where he heard this voice who has the habit of stomping her foot and arguing with people. As he turned to cast a glance, he received a blot from the blue. "It was her. Oh! God! I am seeing her after six years and we broke up in the same city. She has a son," he was crest fallen.
He turned his gaze and walked away as fast as he could for fear of being recognized by her. He didn't want her to see him and come up to him to say hi. He disappeared among the crowd at Crawford Market.

Ugly Face of Capitalism

A small prayer and good wishes to the people of Uttarakhand who lost their family members and their belongings as well as those who were rendered homeless during the flash floods. It's horrifying to see the images on NDTV where people were stranded and left fending for themselves in the cold on the top of mountains without food and water. The beautiful state of Uttarakand do not deserve such a treatment and my heart goes out to this wonderful place and the residents.
I laud the role of the Indian Army& Air Force who fought relentlessly day and night to save lives. The jawans risked their lives and jumped from helicopters to save people left stranded on the hills. It's commendable and evoke respect at the face of human tragedy. We can only be proud of the Indian Army Officers. It makes me Proud To Be An Indian.
Let's hope that there is respite from the rains and that the authorities are able to save everybody before the angry and furious cloud strike again. One should also pray that no more lives are lost.
Many will argue that it is a natural calamity but one is tempted to ask whether we have not violated the sanctity of land and earth. This is the ugly face of capitalism where clearances were given to construct buildings near rivers and that too, in low-lying areas. Why no consideration was given to ecology and greenery? We are amassing wealth by constructing sky-rocketed buildings and we call it business. Raking crores at the cost of the environment and sacrificing human lives! When are we going to learn our lessons?!
Let's pray for the homeless and innocent people who lost lives and loved ones.
It is not easy to lose parents, children and siblings.
It is tragic that nature is taking its toll on us.
Till we learn our lessons.
Spread love and humanity.
V

7x7x7x7 Writing Prompt

This post is in response to the writing prompt designed by the wonderful and prolific blogger Corinne Rodrigues, 7x7x7x7. Here it is and it's actually very simple:

1. Grab the 7th book from your bookshelf.
2. Open it up to page 7.
3. Pinpoint the 7th sentence on the page.
4. Begin a poem/a piece of prose that begins with that sentence
5. Limit it in length to 7 lines/7 sentences.                            

Actually, I have quite a story to tell about the Writing Prompt: The 7th book I grabbed is The Power of Now and as I flipped through Page 7, the chapter almost ended on the second sentence. I moved up the second-storeyed of my famous Book shelf and picked Midnight's Children by one of my famous author, Salman Rushdie.

...trapped between belief and disbelief, and this was only a charade after all--- (The line belongs to Rushdie and not mine)

Here I go:
We are quick do believe and disown our self-claimed truth or charade;
Don't they say, the human mind is fickle;
We are led to make believe it's the holy truth as long as it suits us;
How quick are we to challenge, revise and redirect our self-claimed truth of life?
Why not? As long as it serves our self-interest:
How many times, God must be sitting in discomfort seeing the tupsy-turvy actions of his creation;
Yet, we lead a fake life and existence!

I wish to thank Corinne who is taking a superb initiative to encourage creative writing and in that way, we think freely in a creative space. Food for thought, isn't it, Corinne?

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100 and above Words on Wednesday

"Where is the diary," he frantically asked her.
She is bemused and looked at him, "I mean, how the fuck I would know and I just reached after braving a hard day at work, the rains and the mammoth crowd in the local train. You spend the whole day lazing at home and you should have looked for it."
He is infuriated at her growing irritation and lack of emphathy. He shouted, 'I mean, like fuck, I was just scribbling in the diary and it just disappeared. I have started to believe that there are ghosts in the room."
She walked away towards the hall and switched on the TV. A Tv programme on forgetfulness was being aired on NDTV and some words explained by the psychologist caught her fancy. He came inside the TV room and opened his laptog bag to search for the diary. After an unsuccessful search, he slinked on the couch to drink a glass of water. She smiled at him and asked, "Have you obtained your diary?" He looked around, wearing a tired look and shoot out, "Nahin yaar."
She laughed hysterically, "Baby, the diary is in your hand."
Both started laughing loudly and hugged each other.

100 Words & Beyond Post

The Guitarist and the Muse

He strummed his guitar on the busy streets in the fast-paced moving city. The on-lookers are always fascinated by his long hair and weird looking salt-and-peppy beard as they stopped not to listen to the guitar but to gush at his facial expression. He thought of himself as star and crowd puller who are swayed by his music. During the night, he composed a new song, 'Music to the ears. Come people and let's jam.' In the early morning, he drove to the busy city junction and start singing loudly as the crowd jeered at first but slowly waned away in horde. He started singing louder, engulfed by the passion and he felt a touch on his back. He was stopped in his track and was enraged to see two khaki-clad cops. "Sir, your game is over. Only, two dogs are watching you and we invite to sing for us in the police station. The busy street is suffering from noise pollution as the sky-rocketed flats are shaken by your thunder." He looked around at the deserted street. As he is escorted in the police van, an old man shouts from the window of his house, "Take this asshole away as he disturbs my sleep everyday. Guys, make sure that he entertains your boring police station forever and ever."

Day of the average no-gooder, out-of-work media bloke

Thirty-something media professional wake up late, growing unkempt and itchy beard. He is on a sabbatical and misses the morning moors and chirping of birds. You become lethargic to the hilt when you suddenly find yourself out of job. You are worried about the future and loathes on, 'what if I never find myself a job or not able to achieve my dreams.' No dude! It's makes no point to  freak out for no fucking reason. Life has its ups and downs. It is not even a downer but a sabbatical. It's not even getting stucked up but rather a phase-cum-break from the slogging era where you worked like hell.
Right now, I'm not working. I mean, I left two jobs back-to-back coz of the lack of fulfilment and I am busy looking around for opportunities. Nopes! I am not unhappy since it makes sense to be on a break but the only hitch is the money is not flowing. There is no need to hit high-voltage drama and go on an emotional rampage. Yeah! I wake up at 11 and surf news channels, read newspapers online, read books and write poems and blogs. I feel so happy that finally, I am getting the ME time, which was scarce at one point. Luxury has thrust itself upon me and grabbing it with both hands to do my own stuffs. It is an enjoyable perk of not feeling any sort of work pressure, running amok to meet deadlines and going on for days sporting the un-shaved look and chilling. I know that once I bag the new job which will not be hard to get, I will not be able to afford the time I am enjoying now. It's like the sinful pleasure of a mental and emotional masturbation.
Any professional meeting! Nah! Not really! I am cherishing the moments I have christened moods and moments, not the condom, you pervert mind.  I have the habit of jotting things to do on my diary and work or no work, this is thing that I can't do without. One does get lazy and it's been long I haven't written anything on the perso diary or some job applications needs to be done. I have this bad habit of postponing things for later and this bad habit characteristic of a schmuck need to be pulled down.
The average day is spent, blogging as well as reading and commenting on other blogs. I check my mails, amidst coffee cup in the morning, and try reading Times of India, Guardian and watching NDTV or Headlines Today to catch the latest buzz. The evening is spent reading book and I just started Patrick French's India and again the evening news plus working on my novel that I just started. Of course, chatting with friends on G-chat is the icing on the cake. Guess, need to devise alternate ways to make the day more productive.
The night normally end around 3 or 4 a.m in the morning where I struggle to find peaceful sleep which is becoming a distant reality these days. Till then, bye bye.
Alvida, phir milenge

Tragic life, Berserk world and horrifying tale

What's the world we are living turning into? This question often popped to my mind and it got validated when I heard the 'alleged suicide' of the wonderful, cute, sweet and talented Jiah Khan of the 'Nishabd' fame. If that was not enough fodder for thought, all major TV channels in India carried the horrifying reports of parents who confined their own beautiful daughter in a room for four years. I mean, what kind of parents does that to their own daughter? Are they really humans or deserve to be called human beings in the first place?
We are living in a crazy world, driven by neck-breaking competition where we set sky-rocketed ambitions, objectives and expectations. There is nothing wrong with that and it's legitimate to nurture big dreams to seek fulfillment. It is tragic when somebody as beautiful and talented as Jiah Khan who impressed everyone with her dream debut and charged up performance opposite Amitabh Bachchan had to end in this way. It makes the heart sad when dreams die so young and in the embryo. It is natural ask whether our generation cannot cope with stress and battling life as well as complex love relationship. Why is it that we crack up so easily in life? Is there a beautiful life after death? What goes into our mind and how we fail to face the grim realities of life?

How come someone who had everything going for her, fueled with a dream debut opposite Amitabh Bachchan and acting with superstars like Amir Khan and Akshay Kumar took such extreme and drastic steps? It is very rare for a young girl to bag a huge project opposite Amitabh Bachchan and holding her might by matching the histrionics of the superstar step-by-step in a movie classified as meaningful cinema is no child play. Then, why?  Have we become so exposed to emotional vulnerability as human beings?

These are questions that I may not get a clear and concise answer to. They may remain completely shrouded in mystery. Life in itself is complex and can be described as a smoke screen. However, we should not judge the likes of Jiah Khan who may have undergone emotional, personal and professional trauma. The human mind is fickle and it is so easy to judge somebody. But, it is also a fact that we are not Jiah Khan, Viveka Babajee, Nafisa Joseph, Divya Bharti, Manmohan Desai, Kunal Singh, or, for that matter, Guru Dutt and we don't know what they faced in life or what they went through. It is sad when I see so many people condemning Jiah and it sucks coz they don't know what she has gone through and certainly, they are not living her life. It is sad to say that a trend has been observed in the film or modelling industry where quite a few suicides took place. It is a worrying trend because it doesn't happen just in the film or fashion industry. In every single profession, such kind of tragedy happen and perhaps, the youth should have a stronger in-built support system in terms of family and friends. The strong support network should be able to note the signs and pouts of depression in a person. What about a film industry launching a support system to counsel members of the fraternity and young, talented people who are struggling to gain a presence in the world of films or fashion? It's not just the red carpet or glamor that matters but talent and human lives. May Jiah Khan find peace in her last and final journey of life and she will be remembered.
I was horrified in the morning when I switched on Headlines Today where a young,educated and pretty girl was jailed in her own house in Bangalore for four years by her own parents in the most abject and inhuman conditions. What is worse is that the parents have kept her naked and only a white sheet was draped on her body. It was not just shocking, horrified but simply unacceptable. What have we turned into? Even, the aggressive tiger sacrifices its own life to protect its cubs! I mean, what right do these parents have to do such a heinous act to their own child? Does the mother who carried the young daughter in the womb has no heart? I mean, this world is so fucked up and I am horrified to see such tales of violence. We had the Arushi Talwar case and the young Preeti Rathi who died yesterday after somebody threw acid on her at Bandra station. The guy is still absconding and what make matters worse is that the railway police did not really helped the victim.
Do we have the right to call ourselves human beings and animals are far better than us. We are living in crazy times where stress is taking its toll on us where we do not feign to kill the 'self' and we are subjected to violence by human beings like us. What has the world has got itself into? These are questions and can anybody provide an answer to the life we've gotten ourselves into.

From the Time Traveller's Desk

Time flies! It's already the last date of the fifth month of 2013 and as I look back, I couldn't hold on time unlike The Time Traveller's as the clock of Time walked past my nose. In the nick of time, so many things happened as I couldn't sit back and mull over things..well, 1st January is the thing of the past and sometimes back I was a journalist as I left two jobs back-to-back.
As I sit down, trying to jot this post, I am reminded by Megs that today is World No Smoking Day as I try to live and breath free without smoking. Let's see for how long I can survive for smoking and will try to minimize fags if I can't survive for long. Right now, lying on the couch, chatting with a friend and blogging, I've been having lotsa cuppa coffee and tea since I am lazing at home, minus a job and blogging extensive as I keep hopping from wordpress.com to blogspot.com. Writing is an activity that gives me fulfilment and where any form of tiredness I may face is miraculously cured. I wonder whether I will be able to do another job devoid of writing. As they say, once a writer always a writer.
Lotsa things been happening this month as I decided to break free from Facebook which was such a bane in my life. I felt that I am being imprisoned by the social networking site that offers nothing new and one day I woke up, saying, okie no Facebook for a month and de-activated my account. I may be back after a month and enjoying every moment of being free of this social networking site. I feel at peace and full of life, minus the activities of people and their status updates. Honestly, it's a relief being out of touch for a while. I am enjoying the solitary life I have confined myself to.
At times, one need the solitary confinement free of people's status updates, their relationship status an what they are up-to with pictures of pets and all. I am toying with the idea of penning an e-book of poem, in addition to my rom-com that I am writing since the e-book hardly cost a dime, except for the design and lay out on the cover. Hopefully, I should be able to pen the 80 to 100 pages books in three months at least. Will try to write a nice poem, aaj as the starting point.
It's been days since I haven't watched a movie on DvD and think today, will catch some movie plus reading a book. I took almost two months to wrap up Vikram Seth's family history 2 Lives. I got another book BPO Sutra on life in a call centre to finish, will read some feature and lifestyle articles plus work out on my novel. Guess, this is how Friday will end and hope things will culminate on a beautiful note.
Till then, take care, ciao and we will meet in June only.
With Lotsa Love and Hugs.

MTV Splitsvilla 6 soars up temperature, oodles of hotness

It is the season of love, break-up, emotional downpour, lust, sexiness in the tinsel town. You wanna get in, yeah you are most welcome but at your own risk. Your lust for Sherlyn Chopra will soar the temperature this season while the girls long for Ranvijay. You guess it right, get inside the sizzling hot Villa and get ready to fall in love, scale your hotness quotient, fall for the hot & sexy legs, ditch her and go for the kill..the hot and soaring baby. The water in the pool has never got so hot and red. Yeah, you guessed it right, MTV Splitsvilla 6 is back. So what are you waiting, babes and dudes, get in, remove your inhibition, feel sexy, dance naked, love your body, get intimate, smooch and get physical. The song by Hard Kaur aptly describe the show, This is Splitsvilla, Don't mess with the girls and I so loove this song. It's sexy, sensual and aptly describe the show.
I have a confession to make: I am watching Splitsvilla after four years and last time, I was hooked was way back in 2008 which means that it was the first outing. I can't fucking tell how I survived without my hot favorite show which is way ahead other reality shows to the likes of Big Boss or even MTV Roadies. Splitsvilla is spicy, smoking hot like Pizza and they serve it hot, right? I slinked on the couch on Saturday and I've been dying to watch the show. Verdict: I will give Splitsvilla 6 four out of five and if you've missed Splitsvilla, log on MTV at Indian Time 7 p.m and take the cue from me, you will not be disappointed. You will be addicted and asking for more &more.
The participants will let their darkest secrets out and they will not get it easy as contenders are ever ready to scrag each other. You are invited to the mindless tattle as the cat is out of the bag. The secret diary as no longer out as the one-night stands, sex escapades, crushes are no longer suppressed. It is a girls' thing but the guys are not left far behind as they indulge in silly bickering, lingering from personal attack, vindication and physical fights that are averted in a timely fashion. It is the vision of the creative director that strike a right chord with gen x who is glued to MTV channel.
The first episode was totally awesome coupled with the close-up shots of the dude, sexy babes in bikinis that is the perfect recipe for success. The ex or hotness quotient is totally awesome. I have always been a huge and de-hard fan of Splitsvilla as it makes me dream of the 'Villa' world with lotsa ecstasy, human emotions and drooling over the babes. It is our lives lived and experienced on the small screen and I wonder how would I react if I was one of the 'Splitsvilla' inmates. Well, I will be myself despite the fact that some contenders have the tendency to go over the top to attract TRP for the channel.
MTV Splitsvilla is the in-thing and glad it is back coz our boring days will gradually wane out. It is a show for its coolness quotient and Sherlyn Chopra as the host is only too happy to up the hotness quotient. It will provoke a rush in hu (man) adrenaline. MTV India's Splitsvilla represents the youth, cool and urbane Indian middle class coupled with the growth of the economy.
As the show hurtles forward, I will come up with new posts and relish on ma favorite moments and chicks, hit at the 'not-so-cool' ones and stuff that deserves flak. Enjoy! Splitsvilla is here.
With Love

It's the s 

A Life Worth Living

adopt your own virtual pet!

A day to remember!
Cherish the aha moments of life,
coz they far outweighs the disappointment in Life.
It is what we make our life that truly matters.
Be good to people, life will be good to you.
Act in an evil manner, the whole world is such a bad place to live.
A wish tonight.
Let's make our life and the world,
an affair to remember.
Spread Love and Good Vibes.
With Love
Vishal 

Things To Do as an Unemployed Bugger

You find yourself suddenly out of job all of a sudden? What do you to fill up your time as boredom is bound to seep up and if you are like me, an unemployed sort of guy-cum-bugger by choice who just resigned from two jobs back-to-back and who was an extreme work-alcoholic. Nopes, no need to despair and hit your head on the wall, thinking, how you will fucking spend your time. There are quite a few things that you can do to make your life meaningful and render yourself useful coz once you join a new office, you may not have the time to indulge yourself in pleasure activities.

1. Write blogs
This is what I have been doing since two months. It's quite a hurculean task to manage or put in that way, be the creative head of two blogs as you toggle with comments and posts. I've been posting stuffs on a regular basis for two months and there are so much to do.

2. Write a book
I sleep at 3 to 4 a.m in the morning as I hop from blogging to work on my rom-com novel. Being a lazy bum, I regularly skip the manuscript to watch TV news channel, MTV and watch movies. But, I was able to pen something and even if you have nothing to say, just open the page and try to pour out something.

3. Read and read
Reading can be such a blessing and I've been devouring not only books but newspaper websites such as The Guardian, Times of India and Khaleej Times. I have developed a fetiche of sort for magazines, lifestyle and feature articles. Being a journalist whose passion for the profession is deeply ingrained, I cannot do without newspapers and magazines. I've been reading Two Books at the same time and gotta finish with Vikram Seth Two Lives and jump to the final version of Amish trilogy, Oath of Vyaputras and Patrick French's India which I am so gung-ho about.

4. Do some Freelancing
Freelancing for magazines and content-based websites help you fulfil your creative urge and passion as you will earn some extra bucks as well to pay up stuffs. With online content mushrooming, you can sit in India and write for mags in Dubai, London or US. The concept of journalism has evolved four-fold and gone global permitting the shift from journalism to citizen journalism.

5. Sit in the coffee house
I always make it a weekly ritual to sit in the coffee house, spill the capuccino down my throat, jot on the diary and contemplate on stuffs. Trust me, ideas can flow and always carry a notepad if the laptop doesn't come handy and you can get the next big idea that will make you the next Chetan Bhagat or Marc Zuckerberg. It happened me quite a few times.

6. Write poems
I have been regularly posting poems on both blogs and you can check out my other blog, www.vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com to read my poems. Poems translate the state of mind and gives me an opportunity to convey my inner thoughts, though I need lots of improvements. I am planning to make an e-book of poems that I can circulate for free if it doesn't cost much. Which better way to sell myself?

7. Potato couch
Being unemployed is a phase and I've turned into a potato kinda couch, sitting with lappie on the knees and surfing various TV channels. I am totally hooked on news channels such as NDTV and Headlines Today that I find so fucking helpful as a journalist. I am already nurturing the dreams of becoming a TV reporter and anchor or host, why not?

Initially, I was wary of sitting at home but it turned out that my life is full of bang-on and activities. Honestly speaking, I find 24 hours in a day so less and how I wish the designer of our life had the knack to make it 36-hours a day. There are so much to do and so little time..novel, TV, reading and blogging..how do I forget Twitter where I have become quite active. To let the cat out of the bag, I have de-activated my Facebook account for a while and will be back after a month. It was a conscious decision coz I needed a break for the time-wasting activity and I find FB so fucking boring and lacks meaning.
With Love and hope you all had a super duper weekend.

It's Saturday, make it sinful

adopt your own virtual pet! 

It's Saturday.
The Shining moors seeps through the early  morning.  
Deriving pleasure in my Yoga ritual.
Sipping my capuccino and Cup cake.
Indulging in Reading pleasure and Capuccino.
I am not yet put to bed,
yet gotta wake up to Saturday ritual.
Good Morning.
Make Saturday sinful.

With Love
Vishal  

Dil Se

Do I have a story to tell on the blog? I'm alive and kicking and right now, I've been turned into a potato couch with lappie on ma knees and fidgeting with the remote..actually, I've turned and shifted base on the couch for quite some time now, what with fidgeting with the remote watching news channels like NDTV and Headlines Today and in the wee hours of the morning, I'm glued to Zoom and MTV India.
Strange happens to an unemployed kinda ex-journo like and I seriously feel that my room is haunted and there is some strange, evil power hell-bent on driving me out of the room. First, the lap-tap was not charging for a month or so and I survived by plugging in 24 by 7 and the power was diminished by one fucking per cent in a day. I got a Dell charger for a day and charged the lappie at maxi 100 per cent. Then, one fucking day, the light went off and shifted lappie to the hall where I had the luxury to watch TV till late night. The day, I turned into a fat, potato couch and shifting lappie in the hall, sleeping on the couch. The books, diary, magazines and note pad plus pen found a new location and I felt like a hippie surviving in the hall. It reminds me so much of college days. Na! It was not a bane but boon coz the lappie miraculously started charging in the power in the hall. Guess, something was wrong with the power structure in the room. Ahem! Ahem! I am experiencing some power in the body as I lay care-free on the couch and working on the lap-tap.
I just got some new books, got Patrick French travel on India and Amish last outing, 'Oath of Vyaputra' which I am dying to start. But, gotta wrap up with Vikram Seth's Two Lives and a take on call centres, BPO-Sutra that I just started. Trust, the Sutra is a fun read as one get to know what really happens in India's call center..what with customer calls an agent almost everyday coz the guy is sympathetic and wanna fix his daughter with the poor call center guy and condoms that freaked the call center cab-driver..no! seriously! What a good life these BPO guys have. Hence, rightly called, BPO-Sutra. I went quite a few times for some call center interviews and the exact number is three. But, it's another thing that I didn't take the job. Regrets! err no...
What a guy without a job normally do? Well! It's fun in the start with sleeping beyond 1 or 2 p.m, reading and writing blogs..trying to pen short stories and attempt to write a novel. Life izz even without the steady flow of income and like somebody told me, make the most of it coz when you'll be back to new job, time will be such a bit. Agree! The story of the day is that I de-activated my FB account and coping very well with four days without facebooking. It's good for a change as all sorts of social networking sites were getting to my head and wasn't getting nething new. A time waste. I know I'll be back and giving myself a one-month break from Facebook. It's a bane being on the social networking site and I'm happy to be out. I am not missing FB at all despite that I was a hardcore addict.
I did watch some old movies on Star Gold..caught up with SRK 90s starrer, Ram Jaane and Bobby-Preity starrer Soldier that was such a fun movie. I soo love the punjabi song, Tera Rang Balle Balle. Good fun and it's nice to be back to the 90s mode. How cinema has changed now with the rom-com, thrillers and meaningful cinema. Such a contrast like our lives which keep changing at the toss of a coin.
Time now, to say ta-ta and this post was written from the heart..no thinking process or planning..ek dum dil se...

Sensual love, soulful pleasure and craving of human instinct

Her naked body rolled and unfurled on the bed.
The translucent white bed sheet unfurled on the bed.
I sat half-naked on the bed, watching her beautiful body.
I caressed her face, as my finger ran gently on the upper part of the body and I moved downward with passion.
I pulled the white bed sheet that covers her beautiful body.
She smiles passionately and bites a red apple.
I sprinkle cold water all over her body.
She seems to tell me, let's be free and engulf in unequivocal passion.
I hold and embrace her in my arms.
We engulf in a long, passionate kiss as she bites my ears.
I kiss her on the neck as we our body gradually melt.
It's a gentle shower of passionate love as intimacy soars to new height.
I feel the fragrance of her body and our submission.
It is the submission of my body to her's.
I am the controlled lover as she subjects me to her passion.
She holds the remote as I sway to her burning desire and her craving for the innate human pleasure, sensuality and desire of the instinct.
We both experience an emotional and mental ejaculation.
She enjoys each and every moment of my masturbation that she provokes.
We found peace, solace and the yearning of desire reach a dead end as we enter each other.

Say I love bread with pictures

Picture 1: I love the pic with a mermaid surrounded by bread and sea shells.

It's a lazy Sunday. A day I lazed around and no pressure to read stuffs or blog my way, I sat in the hall, watching Race 2 on DvD and right now, watching Barkha Dutt's show on the food bill. Well, it's Sunday and I ain't not bore you with debating on the issue.
Yesterday, I clicked some pictures and I feel it's goes perfectly well with Sunday, matlab fun day. There was show bread festival going on yesterday on my way to the shopping center where I go for my coffee and read stuffs. On my way, I clicked some pics and enjoy the breads on display. Above: Read picture one, Breads on display coupled with flour, shells and the mermaid is made our flour. It's such a beautiful and creative work that is pleasure to the eyes.

picture 2:Bakery at work with bread on display and nature showcased with miniature forest and human beings beautifully portrayed.

 

 Personally, I love picture number two (above), with ready made bread at the extreme right and small miniature bakery as the factory. One can also see a well-built man which can be certainly be interpreted as physique can be built by eating bread. I also love the setting of the bakery designed in the forest frequented by man and and animals.

Picture 3: Bread the world

Picture 3 (above): Bread the world. One can see the French ginger bread which I love eating and small miniature breads that was on display. Normally, it is very rarely that I eat bread except sandwiches, cake or Indian snacks for breakfast or afternoon. I prefer the ginger bread since I find it tasty and spicy.
Enjoy this post

 PS: I hope you enjoy the picture features that find its way on Sunday.

Night owl awakes the genius within

Night owl is back after early sleep trial.
The mind works best during the early morning.
Sleep is a thing of the past.
The best work is churned out when normal people sleep.
Lying awake at a time when the birds has stopped chirping, dogs stopped barking and parents dreaming.
The genius in me flap its wing and writing bug start manifesting itself.
Working at night is soulful.
The blarring music makes me feel like a king,
As the ideas flow freely and in a creative manner.
Enjoy the silent mood, keep the ideas fresh and be ready to unfurl your creative side.
It's a boon the boisterous kid is sleeping.

Happy Week end
Vishal

Love and intimacy for all seasons

The rough wind is shaking the leaves and tree branches.
It's winterland approaching.
As caress your face, running my hand down your body, you smile in an erotic fashion.
Love has not diminished between us,
as the season changes its colors.
The color of love and passion may have changed but added more depth to our existence.
As we lay on the bed, engulfed in passionate kiss and intimate love-making,
Our existence gains more signficance.
Love has a purpose and meaning.
Our intimacy has reached a high-voltage as we declare vows to each other.
Winter makes us fall in love all over, again and again.
As we wake up near each other in the morning, we stay silently mute.
We don't need to make declaring of love to each other.
The winter is testimony to our love.
A love that transgresses season and its natural change.
Till a new season seeps through, we vow to make each other's life beautiful.
There is never a dull moment in our love,
like the beautiful and romantic weather.
 

Kya Cool Hain Hum

Kya Cool Hai Hum! Kya Cool Hai Hum! Tushar and Riteish D gyrated to the song of the namesake to find the former a hot girl friend? What makes our generation cool and do we need to set a benchmark for cool quotient in today's massive consumption society and mall culture?
Does indulging in drugs, two-timing, 'friends with benefits' read a busy sex life with multiple partners, partying or what one term, 'call centre' culture makes us cool?
The cool dude, sporting the biceps, chaperoned by a babe on a swanky bike and driving his way on hot wheels and speeding at the Andheri highway. Would that be termed cool? The super rich girl driving a swanky BMW or Rolls Royce in the affluent Punjab much to the envy of girls and guys will surely grab eye balls. Well, what do I feel is cool? It's not about displaying wealth indecently or wearing expensive Dolce and Gabbana but rather as being comfortable in what one's wear or drive. I feel that cool is linked to happiness and the former is a state of mind and being. For instance, when I got myself my brand new HTC One X handset or I-Pad it was not to flash these assets and show how cool I am. One may say that hey, you got a laptop, why the need for the IPad? Baby! For the nature of work, I keep traveling and hoping from one place to another and I find it difficult to carry the laptop all the way. Last time, when I traveled to Delhi/Gurgaon for work purpose, it was quite a burden to be armed with the travel bag, luggage and lappie bag and I mulled over the IPad which I can easily slink in the bag. It's not about showing or raising the stock of my cool quotient. The same goes for my clothing and I am not going to deny that I love wearing my branded denims and attire. I am very comfy in my Levis Jeans, formal trousers that I pick at West Side or shoes at Woodlands. It's not trying to be desperately cool but being comfortable in what I wear. For me, it's Wear Your Attitude. Period!

Today, the buzz word, 'Cool' is an invention or a concept popularized by the glamorous or new media where young guns are encouraged to flaunt what they possess. It's not about that or putting your pictures with three hottest babes in a party on Facebook? Certainly, the young people who are swayed to this particular definition of what's cool are under spell and losing their individuality as human being. I am cool since I know that I will not lose my true-self or identity as a person and they day I start emulating others, I cannot call myself a cool dude. A cool dude or gal for me is one whose temper is not flayed at the very provocation and try to be someone else. Hey! Hold on! Angry young man tag hold good on Amitabh Bachchan on screen but not off screen. Why do you need to be someone you are not? Being confident, composed and speaking or acting in a dignified manner is cool. Doing your own stuffs and having the courage to go against the crowd without the fear of being judged for me defines coolness.
There is no such thing as 'cool' being an exclusive domain reserved only to a niche of people composed of film stars, pop stars, business tycoons or icons. Just be yourself. Just because somebody is indulging in free sex, partying like an animal, you don't need to do that just for the fucking sake of emulating them. That's not cool. Fine, if that's your life that's cool for you and you will be comfy in doing that. If it's not your stuff, then why do it? There is no such thing as morally good or bad, right or wrong but rather being comfy in your skin.

El Perfecto, breezy weather

Windy weather, cool breeze seeping through the temperature.
Lighting a smoke in the cold, the cold weather sent a tizzy down my body.
Enjoying the sudden change in temperature, I stand outside the house.
It's such a beautiful weather that cools one's heel.
I feel no state of hyperness despite the storm in my life.

Nowdays, I am feeling so relaxed and chilled out. It's a feeling of spacing out that I am experiencing after slogging out my ass for nearly three years and this extended holiday,lazing around is something to die for. I'm out of working but I don't feel out of place anymore. Outside, the sudden change in temperature and breeze makes things so beautiful and winter seeping in is a delight that sounds like mint chocolate. 
I have been able to do lotsa things, blogging on both forums, reading two books simultaneously and working on my novel. Life is beautiful and I never enjoyed the lazing off so much. El Perfecto! As they say, the past is behind me and sift through lotsa enjoyable stuffs. The weather brings out the good vibe and positive energy, thus, enough reason to believe good things and pleasant surprises coming my way.
There are some job application letters that I need to shoot to some communication and media agencies. Guess, I'll do that in the evening as I droll over the blog and the free flow of words dropping like sharp arrow and cool cream. I eye the corners of the room only to realize that junk been lying on the tables that needs to be arranged in a neat manner. The room is always messy like the life is.
Shit! It's so cold nowadays and sitting in the room gives me lazy pang. Winter is always the season where I become fucking lazy and the only thing to do is to hit the sack, morning or evening. The rest doesn't matter. What do I do in these laid-back and free moments of life? For one, I didn't go out today and I opened the eyes at almost noon, checked some news websites, watched the headlines on the TV channels and yeah, watched MTV after aeons. One thing that eluded me so  far is penning my thoughts in the diary and guess, this what I gonna do after reading a lil bit of the books. Guess, when night come, I shall sip a whisky or two. Did I tell you guys that I have developed crushes on Barkha Dutt and Pooja Bedi, they are totally awesome women who are making a difference to their respective lives and that of the people around.
Chal, I shall switch off the button and I know, it's a pretty lame post. I promise to come with a better blog post morrow, something on the coolness quotient:)

Casually yours or suit it up at workplace?

You are reminded that you are no longer in college as your office rules state that you should dress up smartly, read wearing corporate shirt, trousers and black shoes while reporting in the morning at work. Hey, we've heard it somewhere that offices are now flexible nowadays since jeans and tee are allowed, isn't it? After all, what matters is not what we wear but how the work is done and I firmly believe that competence, skills, dedication to one's work ethic and professionalism has got nothing to with wearing formal attire coupled with a tie.
There are many companies who insist that employees should dress formally in office to maintain decorum. While this may hold true for bank or corporate employees, this may not necessarily hold true in liberal professions such as film-making, advertising or journalism. Honestly speaking, I feel that what we offer in terms of performance, working round to clock to meet deadline and bring results and dedication to one's craft is more important. What's the point of dressing formally, if one employee is not result oriented. What matters at the end of the day is not how you dress up in office but bring results that raises the stock of the company. There many people who wear corporate suits or sarees and carry a huge brief case in office but fail to perform in the work place. Certainly, I would prefer someone wearing jeans and a tee but perform efficiently than a show-off person wearing suit and end up doing nothing in office.
Personally, I abhor wearing a tie and whenever I wear a tie, I feel like a dog with a collar round my neck. It smears of colonial hang-out when companies forces their employees to dress formally in office. During my career as a reporter, I appeared in cocktail, wearing my blue denim and shirt and some friends told me, dude you should have dressed formally for the occasion. I simple quipped, hello! I am here to cover the event and it's not that I have been invited as a VIP guest. I find the idea of wearing suit as a very repressive mindset where the aim is to exploit employees.
Ok, let's get straight at things: If one has to attend a formal event, then yes, the person should dress formally in trousers and shirts. But, I feel that on a normal day one should be allowed to dress casually in jeans and tee. This creates a conducive and chilled out environment where the staff do not feel oppressed and work in a very relaxed mode. One does not feel the pressure and it can lead to better efficiency and productivity.
Whenever, I have formal events to attend, I carry a formal shirt in my bag and when I leave for the event, I change into the formal shirt tucked into the pair of jeans. In fact, wearing a formal shirt over jeans look quite corporate and smart, I feel and there are so many corporate guys who have sacrificed the traditional trousers for jeans. 
Today, everybody is speaking of an increasingly changing global work environment and I feel that it makes perfect sense to change our traditional and conservative outlook when it comes to dressing up at the work place. Sure, it's a generation gap problem that need to be addressed by employers who need to change their outlook since the majority of employees are in their 20s and late 30s. You are dealing with a young work force who has a fresh perspective towards life and work. Therefore, how does it affect work whether the employee is dressed casually or formally. What stand important is the potential, knowledge and ability to deliver the goods on the part of the prospective candidate and not what he or she wears in office.
For those who came late, Yahoo CEO Marissa Ann Mayer tickled the bones of young employees when she said either wear formal or quit. I feel this is something which is the least needed in a social media organization like Yahoo. Perhaps, Mayer should grow up and be more in sync with today's changing reality at the work place.

Happy Mother's Day

A small wish in my heart to U, Maa.
I have always been scared to tell you, How Much I Love You.
I am grateful for how you sacrificed your life for me.
You constantly chide me, you shout at me.
Yet! You love me a lot
Happy Mother's Day.

Today, is Mother's Day, a day where we declare our love to our mom. Mother's Day, some argue, has been hijacked by big retail shops to make a killing on the market. Though it is not an entirely dubious argument, the fact remains that it is a day to shower our love to our mother. I have always believed that one do not need a Mother's Day to shower our love and affection to the one who gave us birth and sacrificed her life so that we are able to stand our feet.
My Mom& Me: Though I am an adult, mom constantly nag me and treat me like a kid. I know that it can be irritating at times but the fact is that there is so much love when my mom shout and press on me to do things. Before, I was born mom was  working women but she decided to sacrifice her career so that I get the best of both world. She has sacrificed a lot so that I am not deprived of anything in life and has always encouraged me to study so that I become somebody in life. Today, as I look back, I realize how mom loves me. I remember when Dad passed away, I was studying at Mumbai university and she stood rock solid to take the place of Dad to make me realize I'm not alone in this world.
There so many mothers like Mom who toil hard and cut their stomach so that their children do not sleep hungry at night. They work double shifts in order to ensure that their sons and daughters get a good education. On this occasion of Mother's Day, my thought goes to the mom of Nirbhaya and so many rape victims, gudiya and the six-year old girl who died. If, there was something called poetic justice!
On the occasion of Mother's Day, I pay tribute to Maa who ensured that I am not deprived of anything in life and I pledge not to say anything that will hurt her feeling. Tomorrow, I may relocate to some other country but that does not mean that I do not love mom and leaving her. In life, we need to move on for various reasons, career or things that make us happy but mom will understand coz they know that the happiness of their kids are important. I promise Maa that once I am settled in my life, I will take you with me.
Maa, I know..I am trying to cut smoking and you constantly shout at me, telling how dangerous it is for health. I promise that this time I will try harder and yes, you are right. I should cut smoking and eventually put an end to ir.
Love you, Maa and you need to chill.
With Love
Vishal

Tuesday's 100 words post and beyond

Sitting inside the cubicle, I wonder what goes outside the glass tinted windows I spend eight hours of my life. I never looked beyond my glass cubicle. Someone is preparing tea to sell so that he meets both end of his family and they are assured of a square meal. The tiny lil' girl begging at Marine Drive does so much against her wishes. Dismayed she is with the life being led and she is beaten to death if she fails to meet the quota. She is hungry and angry with life. Travelling faraway to Kamatipura, the prostitute sell her body to men like us against her wishes. How can she be happy to be in a business pleasing man throughout the day yet she work honestly unlike us who manipulate information, businessmen who cut a murky deal or the corrupt politician. Yet, we look at the 'lesser' human beings with contempt. We call ourselves, 'civilised.' We are the ones who lead a double existence.

100 years of celebration, entertainment and joy of movie-making

100 years in a history of the silver screen is a long time to hark back upon! On May 3, the Hindi film industry celebrated a century of entertaining zillions of views and as we retrospect on the stars we love and the movies we cherish, there is no doubt that Hindi cinema has come a long way and today, there are new talents zooming their way ahead and film-makers are ready to experiment and explore with new talents and subjects. Certainly, the best time to be in the film-industry where 100-crores plus movies dominate but at the same time, small and meaningful cinema exist side by side.
The 1950s and 1960s saw a host of memorable actors to the likes of Raj Kapoor, Sunil Dutt, Dev Anand, Shammi Kapoor, Dilip Kumar and so many who shine through the film industry and I feel that this era has produced many classics such as Mother India, Shree 420, My Name is Joker, Sahib Biwi aur Ghulam, Madhumati, Guide, Kashmir Ki Kali, Bimal Roy's Do Bigha Zameen and of course, the cinema of Guru Dutta where he churned out master pieces like Pyaasa. At that time, movies were made in Black and White and many believed that the 50s and 60s was the best time in the history of Hindi cinema where movies were subject centric. The best and memorable songs were composed during that time. We were also exposed to movies like Pakeezah that saw the birth of a performer like Meena Kumari and Manoj Kumar's patriotic movies.
Dilip Kumar was the tragedy king and it is nearly impossible to forget memorable roles in movies like Devdas, Madhumati, Leader, Shakti and Vidhaata, among others. He is an institution of acting that is considered unparaled and gave tragedy a new definition. Certainly, one of the greatest actors of all time who is still a model to the young generation.
The late 60s and 70s saw the birth of the first superstar in the history of cinema, Rajesh Khanna and the epithet was coined for him. Rajesh Khanna was a phenomena and it was said that young girls married to his picture and slept with his image under their pillow. As we celebrate 100 years of cinema, it makes sense to pay a tribute to Rajesh Khanna who passed away last year. It was the death of a man who spread havoc among the crowd and Kaka, as he was known, contributed immensely to sensitive cinema such as Anand, Safar, Namak Haram, Aradhna and Amar Prem, just to name a few. Rajesh Khanna was a phenomena that got bigger and bigger. He made romance soft and love endearing. This is a phase in the history of Hindi cinema that cannot be obliterated.
Come the 70s, the angry young man, Amitabh Bachchan was born in Zanjeer and after facing rejection where 15 of his movies flops, a new star was born. The success of Zanjeer at the box office gave Amitabh Bachchan, the name 'angry young man' who went to rule the silver roost for more than 30 years and beyond. Bachchan was the star, the companion and the actor may dreamed to be and he was a dream to so many of us. He gave us memorable movies like Sholay that is considered to be the biggest success in the history of cinema, Deewar, superhit entertainments like Amar Akbar Anthony, Naseeb, Don, Muqquadar Ka Sikandar, Shahenshah, Agneepath and Hum, among others. Bachchan turned the way in which we looked at TV with the game show, Kaun Banega Crorepathi that sent waves of ripples across the country. Today, we no longer look at TV with contempt and it won't be unfair to say that actors like Shah Rukh Khan, Govinda, Salman Khan and Madhuri Dixit took to TV but nobody came an inch to the Bachchan persona and charisma. Bachchan is the only actor to star in four superhits movies in a year in the 1970s and it is a feat that he managed to repeat in 2005 with movies like Black, Sarkar, Waqt, Bunty aur Babli. He is also the only factor whose career graphs has much more hits and flops and trade pundits, says that even today his movies that doesn't to well at the box office manage to get an initial opening that ensures that distributors doesn't lose their money. 
In the 1990s, Bachchan took a five-year break from the film industry and it was the time when new heroes such as Shahrukh, Amir and Salman saw successed in romantic movies. The 1990s were the era where action movies took a back seat and romance was the flavor of the season. Actors like Ajay Devgan, Sanjay Dutt, Anil Kapoor and Sunny Deol also thrives during the era where India opened its economy to the world and India became rich through globalization. The face of cinema changed.
But, legends are legends. Bachchan came back and met with failure which was a reminder that he cannot remain a cliche of his own image and re-invented himself with movies like AKS, Sarkar, Ek Rishta, Ankhen and Kaante and of course, Kaun Banega Crorepati. This paid off big time as he not only paid back debts from the failure of his corporate company, Amitabh Bachchan Corporation Limited but ruled the roost again. There was only one Amitabh Bachchan who even today donning the father's role to young stars is seeing young producers and directors making a beeline at his doorsteps and where roles are being written for him. One has the impression that his young co-stars are being rendered insignificant and despite being the hero of the film, the latter is seen as secondary to Bachchan. That is the power he wields among the audience. This is why I feel that the history of cinema cannot be written, re-written or scripted without Amitabh Bachchan. I often wonder what will happen if Bachchan didn't take the five-years long break and perhaps the Khans, had to wait for another ten years to make it big.
The year 2000s saw a host of new talents such as Hrithik Roshan, Abhishek Bachchan, Irfan Khan, Katrina Kaif, Priyanka Chopra, Ranbir Kapoor, Imran Khan, Kariena, Sonam and Deepika Padukone as well as actors like Ranvir Shorey, Rahul Bose, Ayushmann Khuranna, Parineeti Chopra, Rajat Kapur, Konkona Sen-Sharma who made a fortune in the small budget movies.
The future of Hindi cinema is brilliant where new subjects are being explored and there is whole lot of possibilities with new age directors such as Abhinav Kashyap, Zoya Akhtar, Sujoy Gosh and many more. It is the best time for the film industry as one doesn't need to crores to make a movie but a good subject is needed and a small budget will do. Good cinema shall always prevail. The perfect example of a good film for me is Bheja Fry that was shot in one apartment on a medium budget. Similar, subjects exploring relationships will always have a medium, so will rom-com and out and out commercial movies.
On the occasion of 100 years of Hindi cinema, one do not have the right not to mention Dadasaheb Phalke, the pioneer of the Hindi film industry, who made a dream come true. One should always chase their dreams.
Long Live the Silver Screen.

What To Do On A Friday

We all look to Friday, isn't it? Thank God It's Not Monday and Thank God It's Friday, that's the stark contrast between the first and painful day of the week and the last working day where we could dance our way to office.

1. Make sure you wrap up everything in office the earliest and do not stay till late which could well play the spoiler among friends, girl friend/boyfriend or husband/wife. On Thursday, keep all your stuffs in place and as you reach office in time, who knows your boss may release you much early, say 2.30 or 3 p.m

2. Drink lotsa and lotsa water coz you know the next stop will be pub where you will drink like a fish till the wee hours in the morning. You know you can sleep late on Saturday, and, therefore, you shall not hold yourself in partying like an animal.

3. Save money for Friday and spend the strict minimum from Monday to Thursday if you don't wanna play dutch and sit at home, watching MTV on Friday. You know you gotta splurge on Friday and you gotta make sure that you resist all sinful temptation before Friday comes.

4. Spice up your sex life on Friday and make it the most memorable sex you ever experienced. Go with the free flow of energy and make your partner wanted and desirable. First, you gotta remove all negativity to attain bliss in sex and make Friday sex a special moment that both of you look forward to experience.

5. Fake an illness on Friday. There can't be a better day in the week when you report sick and stay at home, lazing around and waking up late. Trust me, it's bliss not having to wake up and rush to office on Friday and it is an absolutely awesome moment. But, do it at your own risk.

6. Catch the latest release in theatre next to you. This week you can look forward to Shoot Out at Wadala starring Anil Kapoor, John Abraham and yes!!!! Sunny Leone. It's awesome to watch a movie on the release day and there can't be a better feeling than watching a movie till 11 p.m and become a party animal after that. Come on, unleash the demon within.

Have Fun
V