"Cheeni Kum"

This truly is a sugar-free romance.

The acting is excellent, considering all the experience Indian actors have is in melodrama. To see them portraying serious, realistic, more-human-less-godly characters is a refreshing and lively change.

The story is nothing extraordinary but the dialogs are well-written and well-executed. Most serious movie-watchers have already, I'm sure, given their critical review on this flick. So I guess this post is, rather than a review, a regret that I only say it a year too late.

If you haven't seen it, you should. Avoid the regret. It isn't worth it.

"Pappu Can't Dance Saala"

Hai muscular, hai popular
Spectacular, he's a bachelor.
Pappu ki gari tezz hai,
Pappu kuriyon main craze hai
Pappu ki aankhen light blue,
Pappu dikhta angrez hai!
Rado ki ghari haathon main,
Perfume Gucci walla.

Par Pappu can't dance sala!

Paida Pappu hua toh qismeten chamkeen
Aur uske moon main thi chaandi ki chamchi
Pappu ke paas hai pesa
Haathon ke mail jesa
Pappu yaaron ka yaar hai

Par Pappu can't dance saala
Pappu naach nai sakta!

Paapa kehte hai bara naam karega
Mera Pappu toh aisa kaam karega
Pappu ke paas hai MBA
Karta hai France main holiday
Pappu guitar bajata hai
Jahan jaata hai chaa jata hai!

Par Pappu can't dance saala!

"Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na"

Aamir Khan does it again. Although it's not as thoughtful as Taare Zameen Par and creative as Lagaan, it still is better than regular chick flicks that Bollywood is known to produce. Imran Khan is the only watchable entity in the movie alongside Naseeruddin Shah's depiction of the kingly Rathore. The girls are fairly irritating and the Indian accent angrezi just about reaches my threshold to tolerate a 2.5 hr flick.



In any case, the movie is well-made (comparatively) and is a breath of fresh air, especially with its cute soundtrack (courtesy, the maestro, A. R. Rahman) and a light storyline. If it had been a bit shorter, with prettier girls, I'd say it would have bored me a tad bit lesser than it did.

Sticks and Stones.

This is the 26th day of my fall. I have a new olecranon process of the ulna. Bright, shiny, new - and painful. That's the price of a new bone. You gotta feel the pain.

This little post is to thank all the people who cared and called and messaged and came over and sent me those huggies and kissies and worried about how I'd survive the pain of a broken bone.

Turns out I'd broken my olecranon-process-of-the-ulna in three different places. See the elbow there? It's outta shape, innit? Rugged in its shape. That's because it split into three.


Man. I thought I was a wuss when it came to surviving physiological distress. I'm kinda proud of myself. I even giggled a little (I do that sometimes when I'm in an emotional extreme) much to my mother's frightened disdain. No wonder Dr. Jokhio looked at me with those dagger eyes when I lightly asked him on that first day of the fall, "So do I really need a cast?"

It's freakin broken in three. I'd be mad at me too.

So it's another three weeks of liquefication of the bone and calcification (the brand new x-rays show a decidedly different shade of white where the old elbow was) and whatnot, which means painful exercises and probably a dash of physiotherapy.

Is it weird that I'm strangely blithe?

This means the worst is over. Right?

No matter what.

There will always be that something that will make you smile when you're just about to kill yourself.

And. Change your mind about it all.

From the west of normal.

'Idleness is the parent of all psychology.' - Neitzsche.

You bet it is. I got more psychology pumping up my brain stem than I can manage right now.

Why waiting is difficult.

Because you stare.

And stare. Into that clock that ticks slowly, languidly into another ... second.

Into the colored calendar that moves after twenty four sometimes-waking hours of the day in which there are the sun and the moon acting like five year olds.

Not hurrying up when people want you to.



Or you look into the happiness of those who have bided their time. Paid their dues. Had their share of toil. You stare into what is inches away. In relative terms, moments away. Seconds away. Milliseconds away. Micromilliseconds away.

And there goes the second hand. It's only been one day since the last time you checked the calendar.

Waiting is hard because miniscule moments explode into eternity. It's like a process of reverse fission reaction.

In three days my cast comes off and I get my right hand back. I get to wash my face and scratch my chin without looking like a fool.

In three days I get my self-respect and my elbow back.

When the finish line's got a million dollars waiting for you the last few lunges are more desperate than the ones taken on somewhere in the middle.

But then again.

Maybe it's just me.

This was written for you.

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight...

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Home...hard to know what it is if you never had one
Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the heart is

I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme...

It is what it is.

There aren't enough books or movies or friends or cell phones or music or random events in the WORLD ... to kill this time.

Gravity..

Oh
Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down

Oh twice as much aint twice as good
And can't sustain like a one half could
It's wanting more
That's gonna send me to my knees

Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me
And gravity has taken better men than me...