Life As I Know It

Claimer:  All incidents related in this post are based on people that I personally know (My bad luck!) and actual happenings. Too bad for those about who I am writing you should have wished harder for me not to be a member of our illustrious family. I’ve been at the receiving end long enough now it is me as an adult who gets to write and laugh about you. Be glad that I am not mentioning your names and even if I did there isn’t anything that you can do about it because I’m a lawyer! Is it libel? Is it slander? No it is just facts! So Romeo and Juliet got on the train sat next to each other talked about the world and all the problems plaguing it. While they talked like the doers of the society they dragged the other passengers on the train into their conversation. People around them looked at them and probably thought what an amazing couple that has travelled far and wide and yet they are (or rather just talking about) doing so much about the country. The couple was pleased w

I went back to the college. I thought I’d feel a little nostalgic, that I would have this movie playing in my head remembering friends in the dreamy hazy way they show in movies. It didn’t happen. The kinship was never there. I went back to judge a moot court competition. I remembered how KT and I were always placed in a court hall with the toughest judges or the meanest ones. How people always hated us for winning. The little taunts from seniors, the seniors promising to help us with research and at the last minute ditching us to join the competition themselves. The over confident teams who swore to take our breaths away. The magic pencil. The Sean Kingston dampener. The diary. The star wars swords! And the very very very powerful 4 am call saying, “May the force be with you”. Axis point and the photograph that proved lucky every time. The pig faced charm with the awesome dimple. The fake fight that KT and I always had because I was worried about buri nazar ! All my memories abo

The saddest thing in life is that a cynic is always right. You can wish with all your heart and hope otherwise. BUT if a cynic has said it, it is bound to be true. Cynics I suppose have this ingrained nature of being fatalists who believe the worst in people and as they watch the very same people take their beastly form they are not saddened or shocked or scared about the beast unfolding before them instead they are merely watching it knowing fully well what is going to happen next. Cynics are rarely taken by surprise especially when it comes to predicting how a person would react to a certain situation and how a person would perceive a particular situation. People say cynics are people who like to believe the worst in people because they are protecting themselves from being hurt by what others might do to them. Actually on the contrary cynics are not protecting themselves they are just accepting people for what they are. I can accept the beast in me can you accept that th

The man and his dog. This man can’t live without his dog and his dog can’t live without him. A bag binds them. Wherever the man goes the dog goes with him. The dog doesn’t make a fuss just sits in the bag happy to be in the same room as the man. Not a bark not a noise just contentment oozes out of the duo. I envy them.                                                                   The lone millipede. This is the season when the millipedes and centipedes crawl out and cause us humans to run for cover. Though why people run away from them I don’t understand. They make the awesomest jack in the box or rather guess what I’m holding in my hands trick. If you touch them the curl up and lie still. They make miniature Frisbees. In school I used to collect them and throw them at people who used to try and bully me. They were not scared of me but they were scared of something much much tinier than me. I figured that people wouldn’t come near

Mothers are comforting. They are these incredible creatures that know when to be a parent and when to be a friend. They never get confused with roles that they play in the lives of their loved ones. They are there no matter what, ready to claw anyone who threatens to hurt their cubs. My mother too is one such rock that we all lean on. Sometimes stern sometimes gentle and sometimes just plain insane! When I realized she was a Super Hero. When I was in the 9 th grade my paternal grandmother passed away. Since she was living with us we had to perform the last rites and then perform more rituals in Mangalore. In all I missed a fortnight worth of school. When I returned the tests were on. I managed to do well in all except Math. I flunked out because my teacher had taught the class surds during the two weeks that I was absent and the same was asked during the tests. I told my parents about it. The next day my mom came to the school. Went directly to my math teacher and asked him

The other day I was watching “How I met your mother”. In the episode that I was watching Marshall ’s dad passes away and he tries recalling his father’s last words to him. I was having a bad week a friend and I had stopped being friends without either of us realizing it. Sad isn’t it? Because every time I have made a friend I have known by intuition/instinct that, that friend is for life[There are very few of those kind.]. I really believed that the Narcissist would feature in my future like my other “for life” friends. I can’t pin point a single incident that could have deteriorated us but things were going down. I don’t like the feeling of being in limbo where I don’t know where I stand with someone. I am a “let me know” person. Yesterday I pulled the plug on what was a great friendship whilst it lasted. I am a good friend and I fight with a lot of people but friends are not people that I want to fight with, they are energizers, they make me happy, they are people I argue with

It is Sunday and I know the junta prefers utilizing this day in doing a lot of things and staying in is not even a top priority. But for me today is a sleep/eat/drink/loo break/blog/eat/sleep/blog day. Everyday for the past two weeks I have come home had dinner and crawled into the bed and woken up feeling even more tired than I was before I slept. I suppose it is all thanks to my list. The list has kept me much occupied leaving little scope for free time. I have never had a list. I am not a list person and the fact that I have had to resort to one either means I am getting old or that I had lost my Mojo*. I think it is the Mojo. Because inspite of the last 14 days being hectic I could feel my Mojo return. I’d missed my Mojo. When I had my Mojo I did what I wanted to because I wanted. Nothing was ever on the “list”. Why make a list of things you want to do? Why not just start doing it? Sheesh when I realized that my Mojo has been missing for sometime I was scared that I’d lost it forev

Bhaya do you have a clue? What’s happening to the most popularly played song on TV and radio today? If you don’t you are an innocent and I am not going to corrupt you except tell you Ek aandhi ayi hai snadesa layi hai…. bhaag D K Bose Bhaag! What brings me more joy is every little kid singing this song without knowing the kind of profanity they are belting out. Imagine a daddy telling his precious child, “ Beta Amir Khan ke nayi movie ka gana gaoo.” And the kid starts singing! Last weekend as my friend and I were browsing in a book store we came across a set of “back to school” things spread out for little kids. On top of the pile was a bag with the caption “Do you have the balls.” Really? Now if there are people out there who would let their child go to school with that bag on their backs, this song should not be a cause of worry. On the other hand do people remember the song Zara Zara from Rehna Hai Tere Dil Main? Well listen to that song people. That is a very explic

When my peers have taken a turn to being philosophical, spiritual and religious the loser and I are busy developing more theories on how one can enjoy life. We like denial, procrastination, confrontation sans sensitivity. We are materialistic, shameless, can’t hold on to relationships and most importantly we are often told to grow up. We pout, wink and resume with our happy lacking in direction kind of life. We can’t be bothered about Osama dying or Anna Hazare fasting. Osama’s existence never bothered us, so why should his death? Anna Hazare has good intentions and has his heart in the right place but somebody needs to tell him that no Bill and no amount of restraining intake of food and water can kill corruption. Nah. It is very simple – I’ll not bribe and I will not take a bribe. That should be our aim. Simple right? If every Indian thought like the Loser and I we would all be so happy enjoying ourselves instead of looking for meaning in life by not living it at all. The one ot

One would expect this movie to be an over the top bollywood flick with nothing in it for the audience except a lot of shor (noise). The trailers weren’t giving many clues as to how the movie would be or exactly what it was about. The sound track on the other hand was hilariously brilliant. Not the music but the lyrics. The first time I heard Karma is a bi#@h I laughed. The lyrics are the kind of things I think when I really want to kick some butt. I decided to watch the movie nonetheless and it surprised me because it wasn’t as noisy as I expected it. It is a very simple story where every character is interlinked with the other but they all tell their own story and each character surprises you. Clearly there are no shocks. One expects and in my case agrees with some of the steps taken by the characters in the movie. It is about desperation that sometimes leads people to crimes. Sometimes people take the law into their own hands – when the thin line that separates right and wrong b

When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart. ~Diane Ackerman The play-list was ready as was the helmet, bandana and yes my hand too :) Freedom is just too good a thing to give up easily. The feeling of the evening summer breeze. The joy of being back on the road and the music playing in my ears. The feeling is incredible.5 Months I was a prisoner of my injury and now i am back. The cattle still hasn't figured out if it prefers grazing or standing in the middle of the road contemplating if it should actually graze. The road-tards have increased. Felt like they were all especially there to we

First off this movie has two women in the lead sans a man. So, one’s expectations are but naturally high. When I saw the promos I thought, NICE finally a bolly flick without a man flaunting his waxed chest. But by the end of the movie I was thoroughly disappointed. Rani Mukherji who plays the reporter comes off as a potty mouth. She is playing the role of a media person a.k.a television journalist. I have friends who are journalists in print and T.V and I enjoy the word play that ensues in our conversations. I know for a fact that the “F” and “B” word were used as often as they were to compensate for the lack of testosterone in the movie. Here is a woman playing a journalist, the least I expect is some witty comeback… and no “Fly solo” is not a comeback and definitely not something for which the crowd needed to hoot so loudly. If expletives were ever wittily used here is one fantastic example of how not to use them! She was beyond disappointing… pathetic would be more like it. Vidya B

Was it just me or did others for once think that Aishwarya Rai for the very first time “acted” in a movie? I thought she looked absolutely fabulous and did a really good job in acting. Hrithik Roshan on the other hand well... he is a good actor but he never really ever was the kind of actor I liked. Hence I’ll hold on to my comments. I’m just going to write about the movie, what with the Supreme Court’s ruling on making Passive Euthanasia legal. This movie does deserve a mention in my blog for the story, the acting and the music. Euthanasia is something that has been discussed for a very long time in our country and there was no real law on what one could do in a situation where one knew that there was no getting better than how things are right now. We all are put in situations and the reason why we can rise above them is because we can say “this too shall pass” and it does. Think about it… you have been plagued by several problems and set backs in your life and at that point you’ve c

....and so she looked up at the ceiling and saw nothing but darkness she closed her eyes and conjured pretty blue swirls of smoke that spiraled right above her like a universe beckoning her to intrude on the mysteries that it holds. She gently put out her hand towards the blue and immediately pulled it back. Should she dare try and see what it holds for her? “I’m not going to think I’m just going to do it.”, she said and stretched out her hand, seconds later there was a pull and she was engulfed in the blue smoke. The joy she felt as she was encompassed by the smoke was thrilling to a point that she feared opening her eyes… what if the feeling vanished? What if she saw something she did not want to see? She let her head fall back as the smoke thickened and tightened around her and she found it hard to breathe. The fear had to be done away with… she opened her eyes only to be surrounded by bright shades of every color that the mind could conjure. A rush of colors everywhere she looked.

In college the frequency of blogging increased during exams. The Blog was a distraction apart from being the filter to vent and sort out feelings. I always felt there was so much happening in life. So much so that it needed to be documented. Once practice began I started telling my friends about all the funny court stories and made promises of writing them down and putting them up for everyone to read. I guess I felt since I have already told people I know that read this blog what is the point in writing it all out. Becomes redundant and well there is so much to type apart from the day to day events that sometimes amuse and sometimes confuse me and of course those delightful moments when I want to Hi-5 someone. Off-late I have been typing out things that only relate to work and I think I have become rusty in expressing myself the way I used to before. I also find myself not wanting to talk about cases sometimes because Law/Courts/Cases is all one gets to hear about most of the day. I