Nonsense Thinking

French Open 2012 match of round 4 . Novak Djokovic is two sets down against Seppi , but hardly any sign of stress could be seen on his face.  The almost invincible challenge brings out the best in a fighter , every time , like a lion waken up from slumber. He  had done it several times earlier, like any other fighting legend , rising from the ashes , returning from the abyss , again and again . Seppi hardly got a chance in the next three sets to close the match that looked so much of him , just remained a spectator of the greatness of a fighter , risen to the best to come back as strong as one could imagine. Quarter Final . Djokovic against Tsonga. Tsonga two sets up against Novak and the fourth set into the tie breaks , an all time great match in the waiting. Novak denied Tsonga four match points to clinch away the Set. Tsonga could hardly believe it . It was as much a mental game as of the techniques and power, and Novak overpowered the opponent denying a victory th...

She is absconding after taking away my one night’s sleep. I can hardly remember her face; it was pretty dark inside the room. She was anonymous. I could not ask for her identity, she did not carry one. She bared it all while she entered my bed room. Before I could understand anything, she got underneath my blanket. In no time she injected her poisonous love bite into my veins. After three days, today I have been detected of malaria. (Note: Guys, don’t worry, I am all right, this is completely made up)

Somehow he had come to know about her name. May be from a post misdelivered. He searched her in orkut , nope, not there! Facebook , alas , not again! In her company community, no ..no.. nobody could find details till her cell number :( In google with all strange searches..'blue eyes','sharp nose','bangalore beauty','XXX Software Services'...disappointment! He just wants to say ‘Hi’. She stays next door, With her angry fat big brother, Who hates him more than the wild doberman of the owner. So close , yet so far!

Sometimes things can be too complicated being too simple. Like what I have been facing now a days, confused about Whether I want change Or I want to change!

Parting from “Nothing else matters” getting arrested at several stops of “Everything else matters” and finally getting nailed down to “Perhaps something else matters!” Maybe, this is what we call “the journey of love”

I need another astrologer to confirm. Actually I want to consult something about the future of my doggie and am damn tensed and serious about this. He has always been bashful, particularly in front of ‘lovely’, the bitch next door. He is a Piscean, hence I considered it to be pretty normal. But now I suspect otherwise. Last friday I happened to meet one expert of the field with fifteen years experience. He has recently joined a software company as “Manager-Attrition control” .He looks into the employee’s kundli and provides the HR guys a statistical probability report of his desire and possibility of leaving the organization. I showed him mine. He says that my dog must be gay!

He was absorbed in curves of the woman, stripped to half, curled up the sofa, enticing a hundred like him waiting for the signal to turn green- in the hoarding just across the fly over. Suddenly, could realise the exponential rise of decibel level of honking behind him, jumped on the race. His horny vehicle rubbed against someone’s wife’s car. He lost thousand bucks. Half a thousand to the lady in the car , rest for the familiar face in white dress , always praying for someone , sometime to lose control.

The rain was pouring yellow. Standing in the middle of the field the little boy was watching the fast movement of the clouds..fast..fast..fast..they moved..constantly changing the tattoos on the skin of the sky... There was a hut on the hills , around which the rocks were yellow..yellow were the trees..the river where the sun went to sleep. Yellow was his bicycle , his football , the road on which he ran , the faces of the people he passed by... Time changes season, time changes colour ! Suddenly the yellows decided to go on a vacation in a winter. Time decided to appoint a new painter who painted only blue...light blue , dark blue , navy blue... He slept in the blues of the brush of the painter. When he woke up , it was blue all around…the walls were blue , the air was blue , the cigarettes smoked blue , the radio sang blue, the pine trees turned blue... Two years passed by... One day... A car suddenly stopped by him. Opening the door came out the beautiful daughter of a nobleman..her...

I got some fifteen sms and calls yesterday. Another fifteen does not believe in friendship day...but they are still around. I lost fifteen other, may be because I could not maintain the friendship...could not do justice... But to those sweethearts...You will be always there in my heart...for you had made my yesterday beautiful....and made me what I am today.... Love you!

She was calling on his mobile , "I am Preeti Kaur from ICIC bank. Sir, do u have a problem accessing the account?" Bholu Subramanian was stoned by the voice , sweeter than the rasgullas that Subu Chatterjee had brought from Kolkata ... Bholu forgot all laguages...hypnotised!!! Replied in Tamil... "may be no" Kaur madam understood...Dil ki bhasha,dil se samjhee jaatee hain.

Bristi...a dream in a name...Don’t remember where did I first meet her...may be outside the window in the very early ages of childhood...may be in a radio program I have long forgotten. "Bristi" means rain in Bengoli and Assamese.Don’t know how many lengths of song I spent searching the cause behind the irregistible pull towards her...how many lengths of cigarettes stretching the hands through narrow grills of the window… feeling the touch of the wintry little drops of rain tutoring my sensation..... I could never resist her invariant calm approach . I could visualize her invading me from very far, sometimes while coming back from school , sometimes while playing football and sometimes when I stood by river side. Might be desire of getting mild gentle touch prevented me from searching a safe place to hide...A drenched smile always used to pass through the core everytime she painted her color on me...... I expected Brishti on that day. I was leaving home to join the college fa...

He told , I was lost and found in a pub. Someone in the pub said, ‘Here he is lost and found in a city of bricks and wheels’. Mom believes, I was lost and found in the temple. I claim, I was lost In the tinted glass of the closed window. Nobody believes me. Just now I got the news I am lost to be found again.

Look at this photograph.Can u see something in the upper left corner of the picture??? It was the diwali night and trust me, no one was there.It was a camera testing.Discovered the abnormal thing much later. The distance to the wall was not more than 10 meters,anything present there could have been seen . No clue found later on.

Two guys , around 26 , drunk but smiling and jumping came out of the pub shouting ( not singing ) the Puddle Of Mudd number at 11 yesterday night. " I tried too hard And she tore my feelings like I had none La la la la She fuckin' hates me " It took me no time to realize that the guys have a lady boss :)

Two things I really don't like about the names of the films. 1.People shorten the names of the films. If they have to be shortened, why the hell were they given the full names? Kuch kuch hota hain : KKHH Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham : KKKG Kal Ho na Ho : KHNH Can you pronounce those abbreviations? What rubbish is this? Nope..Not acceptable at all !!! 2. Nothing is clear from the name , audience is misled. Kuch kuch hota hain: kya hota hain be? Kabhi alvida na kehna: How impractical!!!Jindegi bhar ek dusre ka thopda dekhte raheen kya??? Jane de bhai... Kal ho na ho: To main kya karoon? But I won’t allow this to happen to my next film.I won’t allow anyone to abbreviate the name.And the name will be self explanatory , it won’t mislead the audience. So I have decided the name of the film. It is: “ After lots of calculation and deep realization now I have come to the conclusion that the Indian matriculation examination is nothing but a botheration for the Indian nation where main occupation...

Kasam khao aaj se roti nahi khaooge! Kasam khao aaj se subeh uthke brush karoge !! Kasam khao aaj se regular fit jeans he pehnoge !!! "Kasam,The commitment" is a movie on transformation of a loser,indisciplined guy (Bholu)to a masterpiece by virtue of the innumerous kasams forced on him by his lover. The movie moves with a fast pace to reach the climax. The girlfriend throws another kasam onto him..."Aaj amavasya hain, aaj tum jhooth nahi bologe..tumhe meri kasam..” Matter of coincidence, the same day Bholu gets call for the HR round of interview in a company where he had cleared the technical rounds the previous week. Bholu reaches the office building; camera follows him to the meeting room...focuses on the HR sitting on the other side of the table examining his resume. HR: Welcome Bholu! Please take your seat. Bholu: Thank you maam! HR: btw, I am Sheetal , assistant manager HR in the organization. Can you please start with something that you have not written in y...

My native state Assam is burning. A dozen people were killed day before yesterday .Curfew is not yet relaxed completely.Another bomb blast: 3 killed, 15 Injured. Sachin’s centuries are easier to calculate, not the number of bomb blasts and bandhs in one month in my state. Death of innocents is a staple diet in the front page of the local newspapers. Everybody is blaming the other, public blames administration, administration blames some X association and X blames some Y. You go round and round...reach the same point again. Politics,vote bank , corruption, social divide, insurgency , mainstream....Oh God…how many times the same words , the same stories... Everyone has his own agenda. No body is responsible, only the other!!! None of us is wrong, only the other one is. We are born to show excuses, we can find justifications to whatever we do ...we can dig out causes stronger than some killings...GREAT!!!! The politicians, the police, the public, me-everybody has his own agenda. We are h...

Am back with some more stuff in my bag :) I always wanted to make a film. The dream came true in the 1.1 workshop of Filmcamp. Conceive the idea , mess up with the team mates, script ,story board, shoot and edit in one day. It was an awakening experience. Now I feel it... I will make films. Short films to speak up my mind. An Indie film maker in the making...haha. If you want to waste some of your valuable time to watch the amateur product , here is the link. Last Man Standing However, I liked Chinmoy’s movie more ( Chinmoy is my cousin, obsessed film watcher and my partner in the film-analysis discussions over coffee).The link to his movie is here. See you there Barcamp 5 was cool. The design Fest was a good learning experience where my design was criticized left and right :( .Nice to see many known faces in Barcamp. Met couple of interesting minds and came across some nice thoughts in the IndieFilm Collective.Exercising my brain to come up with a script good enough to impress a seaso...

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