Owly

Ogling owl on the perch
Awaits the night of pleasure
When the dark would cast its spell
With moon’s radiating white bedspread
And disturbing noises would settle to laze
Deep down in the dreamy haze
Then shall it take a flight
Junket the entire night

BLUE-A sunken story

BLUE, that’s exactly what you’ll feel after watching this flick. Well if you are thinking that the storyline is really titillating and engrossing then watch out. I say you’ll be blue as you’ll be clueless about the plot and all you’ll remember is the sea life, diving and little playful tricks underwater, the bikini shots and the biking.

The dialogues are lame, the characters are weak, and the lucidity of the story line is missing. Though there are instances where you’ll feel the heat of thrilling action building up but believe me all you’ll be grabbing onto is sheer disappointment. There’s nothing left for your speculation rather all is obvious. Climax, just doesn’t exist as half way through the movie, you’ll know for yourself, who is the man and what are his intensions behind the entire goof up.

One thing that works as a healer to this disaster is the music score by AR Rehman, kudos to him. But yet again the much hyped and expensive performance by Kylie Minougue constitutes of only 5 to 6 times of the Chiggy –Wiggy step and then Akshay and the gang takes over.

Zeroing down to the action, in the movie. Then the biking too is far beyond the Dhoom standards. A little hits and missed underwater are ok and the gun shots at Sanjay’s house are pointless. And if you are an Akshay’s action fan, again all your hopes will be shattered.

In the entire movie Sanjay’s character (Sagar/ Seth ji) is keeping the secret of the “Lady in Blue” under covers but when the reality of what happened and why he had been concealing the treasure comes to light. It might be a little sentimental but a big hole in the plot.

By the end of it all, the director has kept the ending of the movie and the relationships of the Good and the Bad gang, open for his viewers.

All I can say is, despite so much water the thirst for the THRILL in the movie is still unquenched. Or should I say…the script of the movie got washed off in the BLUE waters…

Engrieved (Interpretation of the song IKATARA -Wake up Sid!)

Witnessing the present I feel future is so uncertain.And as I travel back in time, with a string of memory, on this journey of lifeI feel silly and small for sweating over tiny things.
It’s funny how we react to the momentary incidents, so un-mind-fully and impulsivelyand do not understand the value of our actions and words.
And give all the chances for misconceptions, misunderstandings and distances to dwell, nurture and grow beyond, over and above the size of life.
Our ego balloons- to cover all our vision and sight. It not only "dams" (blocks) but also "damns" (finds fault) our trust and faith.
In a moment all is lost and scattered.
And when the same dreams shatter, ones that you had crafted all days and nights, your eyes wishfully closed. They spill pain and grief with the eyes closed, now mourning over the broken hopes. Not wanting to see and face the truth-the grave of our aspirations.
It hurts and makes you so low on confidence that you don't want to dream again. Live again. Have faith again.
You loose yourself and surrender to the situation, feel numb and mute to the chaos in your life though the pain in your heart is unbearable. Looking time and again in the pile of acts, for that- one missing link which turned your joy upside down. Reflecting on the sequence of events. You some how find the courage, sit back, lean on your broken faith and look at the distant picture to have an overview of the complete story. But the shots of those happy moments make you both smile and cry in the agony of the great moments that exist no longer.

It Spilt

I did nothing!!!...Like the boiling milk my feelings simply spilt. Spread all over. I knew not what to do with it next??? I tried to collect it and wipe it off before anyone saw it, but it flowed. I felt abashed…but it soon became a river. Clear and flowing. I felt like taking a dip into it and wanted to play and splash it around. I felt like a teenager. But that’s not how it goes…suddenly my hand jerked the bottle of ink and it crashed on the floor, the glass shattered….ink spilt on the floor…looked like a blue sky but it was getting late. The sun was setting, birds returning, it got darker gradually…the words in my book got harder to read and I dug into the book to catch them…soon mom came and switched on the lamp and the light spilt...

Silence in Noise

Have you ever got lost?
Well I don't mean literary but like into your own world. And I am not talking about your dream world either but your world of thoughts or may be in the noises around you?
Well I ask so because lately it has been happening to me. No matter whether I am with my family or friends or a at a place with complete strangers around me. I feel numb and dumb. Absolutely sensationless. As if afloat in my own thoughland. Practicing silence in the noisiest of places, as though was invisible to people and no matter what I do doesn't bother them at all. And to my amazement I felt certain amount of peace spreading all throughout me. Felt like keeping mum like this for quite a while now, untill the silence spills over from my eyes, nose, eaars and mouth. And when my whole being is formatted with this internal peace I wish to return to this big bad world. It seems there is some conncetion between this peace and my tempramenst these days. Seems like I have lost my cool and balance of mind. I am just flowing along with the flow and getting all displaced from my path of destination. I see a distant sight of me, that I was, from where today I am and alos how I want to be. But with the circumstances around and the unexpected situations that life poses, things take a small degree of turn here and there, making it all go haywire. Trying to grab controll but it is just going all away. And it is only in this silence that I feel myself. I don't want to be an idol of sacrifices but want to be me. People call this selfishness, but I ask how does it matter. I am not doing something obscene or with bad intent, but for my growth and knowledge. After all we are here on earth to learn. there's not just this external world but also a world within us. I want to experiment, I want to be free, liberated, with no watch dogs.

Cheap Dedications

Dear Novice Romantics, It’s good to idolize the love of Shahjahan. What he got done was a constructive way of showcasing all the love for his beloved, with all the wealth he had. We know it’s impossible to put up a pompous show like him, but oh the ashiq’s of today, why go about scarring every monument? That too for a love that might die a sudden death at the glimpse of another woman walking past you… Instead of flaunting your insensitivity on these historical gems, try something original & constructive than putting all efforts to scribble cheap dedications.

Pearl of Indian Ocean

Imagine yourself on an Island with spectacular scenic beauty, sun and sand; palm fringed beaches, luxurious hotels and crystal clear water. Tidy surroundings, smooth driveways, rare traffic signals minus the honks and the skyscrapers. Welcome to Mauritius. It is virtually a tropical paradise in the Indian Ocean.

Your welcome starts at the airport itself as dancers belting out local songs set to local music warmly greet you. Mauritius has emerged as a major tourist delight attracting visitors from all over the globe.

A plethora of hotels, ranging from small to big five star hotels provide a multitude of recreational activities to explore the natural beauty of the island. Almost all hotels near the beach offer windsurfing, pedal boating, rowing, water skiing, speedboats and glass bottom boats. You have a wide array of activities to choose from like parasailing, sub-scooter ride, scuba diving, submarine, the blue safari, under-sea water walk and many more. It is a treat to see the clean beaches with crystal clear water.

The best months to visit Mauritius are from May to early December. Then comes the scorching summer that hangs on till April. Mauritius has a typically tropical climate with year round heat, although the southwest trade winds help it neutralize the mugginess. It would be wise to carry skin friendly cotton clothes, sunscreens, shades and caps.

The innate beauty and the extravagant natural make up of Mauritius have contributed to its International recognition as the pearl of the Indian Ocean. Primarily Mauritius is famous for its beaches, some being: Perybere, Grand Bay, Blue Bay, Belle Mare and many more. Apart from the beaches, the island nonetheless has a vast number of other breathtaking points of attraction. Some of them are Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam Botanical Garden, National History Museum, Alexandra Falls, Ile Aux Cerfs, Chamarel, Camp De Mars, Port Louis-Central Market, China Town and so on.

Drinking water in Mauritius is very expensive and the price of mineral water varies from place to place. Water in your hotel’s mini bar is always charged for. It is best to buy your own water. Enquire about the price first and it is economical to buy in bulk. If you cannot find a reasonable shop, head for the nearest petrol station.

Mauritius is worth a visit. Experience a mix of French, British and Dutch culture. Shop for local curios, laze on the beach, surf in the shimmering sea or go parasailing. And don’t forget to sample the different flavours of tea.

Road Less Travelled…

Gone are the days of a good romantic long drive, not because we have grown older or parted with our lover, but because the romance of driving has gone. The romance of being the privileged one owning a car and driving through the smooth traffic, on way to Connaught Place, crossing India gate and enjoying the ride as the fresh air kissed our face. It’s all past! It’s all lost!

Today we drive bumper to bumper with people overtaking from both sides. Honks and honks! No body wants to be behind the auto rickshaw and if there’s a girl driving a car then she is taken to be the culprit. If by chance you are just a learner out of the driving school and your car’s engine turns off…all you’ll hear are the deafening honks! Honk! Honk! Honk! Swish-sh-sh swosh-sh of the turning wheels of the cars which change lane without an indicator as if all contesting in the formula one race or are players in a video game. The loud thudding music adding to the noise and those cars with high beams on, almost blind you. Brakes! Brakes! Apply the brakes for heaven sake…screeeeeeech… whew! You almost got that woman crushed under your car. Uff! We have forgotten that the cars have a brake too. We have become so inhuman rather mechanical almost. Need for speed is the greed of the day. Where has all the sense and sensitivity gone?

Why don’t we halt at the traffic lights? Why don’t we indicate while changing lanes? Letting someone pass by is not that bad either. High beams and tinted glasses are ruled out by the traffic governance, why do we not understand that these belts are for our own safety? Where has all the sense and sensitivity gone?

Pedestrians, bicycle riders and rickshaw pullers are amongst one of us humans. They too have a right on road. Riding a technological and scientific box like well designed structure on wheels with five seats on it which runs on petrol and has loads of machinery loaded on it, does not make us larger than our tiny being. What would make us larger is to revive our sense and sensitivity on the road.

Everyday we crib about bad and rash drivers. A scratch or two per day has now become like a daily diet for our cars. And how about those bikers who try and act smart, zip and zoom into those teeny weeny gaps amidst your car and the one ahead, behind or besides you. But don’t worry these bikes would soon transform into another four wheeler- The NANO. And soon the day will arrive when we all will be jamming on road less travelled…

MEN: That is unfair…

Fairness of the fairer sex is always envied by the not so fair sex. So when different companies launch fairness creams for the women even men demand for equal rights. No more the guys love to reason out their fear of rejection by reiterating the song, “Hum kale hai to kya hua, Dilwale hai…” Rather they would prefer the girl’s temptation to make the first move singing, “Gore gore, oh ba ke chore…” Thus their wish was market’s command and fairness creams for men are here. No more our Adams have to be embarrassed and abashed for getting caught white handed in those secret applications.

JUST LIKE THAT

When life gets busy with no time to spare
Steal a few moments for yourself

When someone shouts
Smile back

When troubles surmount
Laugh them out

When someone hurts
Let go

When afraid
Step ahead

When crestfallen
Play with a child

When fed up with life
Live it

Don’t always look for a reason, do things…Just like that!