Sunny: January 2005

For those who think they've seen the end of me, well here I am with the latest series which comprises of only a miniscule part of the entire blogging community but personally means a lot more to those who think it does. Did I confuse you a little in the end ? That's what happens when people are not ready with any adequate matter and try to fill in something for the cause to be established. Actually considering that it's been over a month and a forthnight hiatus, I should be having lots of news and facts to cover for the abeyance I put this place in. Today was disastrous with things playing so much on my mind that I decided to go to a movie here, my second ever in two and a half years of education at Gandhinagar. I saw PAGE 3. The only problem with the movie is that I expected things to start on a note until I realised the final title "A Madhur Bhandarkar Film" was already there. In the end the movie was a bold concept but somehow as I see it Madhur has a long way to cover before he can deal with such subjects efficiently.There is a point of time in the theatre at which one starts to perpend whether the scenes are being rolled in a recursive manner with the only difference in the whirligig being the costumes and dialogues. There was every bit of wild exaggeration. Of course, in his effort to capture some soceital evils for the scope, it is evident that Madhur wanted the intensity to be pressing so that it would veritably appear grasping to the audience.Well someone should go straight upto him to tell that the multiple grandiose parties weren't worth the script at all.Though the whole thing appeared inchoate, sometimes downrightedly ridiculous, it managed to take my mind off the things I was bothered with. For a person who watches very less number of movies compared to the people he lives with and does not have a strong penchant for movies, I might not make a good critic but I do have the right to promulgate my opinion specially where I get to publish my own things. At least Raj was not happy with the way I was persnickety about evaluating the movie. In the end I'd like to declare two things I've been told which have very seldom gone wrong. First is never to watch a movie early without knowing how good it is or without having the necessary reviews enough for the discretion of paying a visit to the theatre. Second is that movies are never entirely dependent on a single person or a single part of the whole assignment, may it be the protagonist for whom millions of babes proclaim themselves to be die-hard fanatics, may it be the background scores which can make people bang their head or mumble in the bathrooms, may it be the renowned cinematographer for being adept at the capturing ravishing ladies in the most sensuous manner or the most exotic locations in the most perfect form. Until things start to work in a cohesive manner, things will never actually work.

I'm on my way to the Mega Composing Festival with the first few steps right in the places they ought to be. I'm very confident of finishing my very own anthology of poems however sleazy it might end up being. At least that is one talent people say I have which I think can be refined in a due course of time with my frequent and trenchant attempts for doing the same. Now I've seen more poets ( a poetess included ) in the college. Krishna and Aditi are doing an excellent job that qualifies them for being my rightful and competitive adversaries. Of course there is Kunal, I do not know how much he writes but when he will I think he'll show the world that every card he plays is his best one. Now that's how real poets are like. On second thoughts there is neither the concept of rivalry or competition in poetry nor am I the ace poet to adjudge their works but I can always tell who's got the upper hand and who's under the false impression of composing poems while they are actually not poems in the true spirit .As Akshat says poems are never just a row of metaphors lined one after the other. If that was the case call them essays because they do not deserve the status poem until the proper rhyming is incorporated within it. Something seems to wrong with Shaan, even he's writing philosophical poetry these days. I'm not ridiculing his posts, it's only that I never saw in such serious a mood. His absence is clearly reflecting here. He's someone who can cheer people up with his ludic character. Are you reading this Shaan ?

Now that I've successfully quit gaming after some zillions of attempts to do so, I've started investing my useful time in rather useless ways. It's not my fault. We must have had more than 24 hours a day so that I could accomodate everything I do in order to circumvent the whole checklist of tasks I'm supposed to finish for a brighter tomorrow. Isn't it fun to blame the system even when we know we are on the wrong side of the argument ? That reminds me of Parikrama, the rock bond whose live performance I happened to be a part of. There was DJ from Mumbai who I bet was conspicuously bad, officially the worst DJ in this whole universe. The poor thing was not aware of all those people who were shouting at him, some requesting, some with bursts of profanity to prevent him from commiting all the blasphemy. He ended up with a sacrilege to even We will rock you. I'm sure no one ever bothered to clap for this idiot unless he'd already employed a claque expecting in advance the kind of response he got treated with. Then came the actual part of the whole show. Every thing they sung had people jumping on their feet. Their own But it rained, AC DC's Highway to Hell, Coldplay's Yellow, Vandemataram which the kids Aarit and Badal were also involved in and to end the show Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water just enchanted the crowds that turned up for the show. To my surprise even Rajeev was at the show. He told me that after the rock show he went with Praneet while doing his internship at Bangalore his opinions about rock music took a U-turn.

I quit gaming but certain people will not. Well, why would they if someone were to announce that digital cameras are at stake for those who can outfox all others at the game. Arun, Arjun and a list of names to follow, every single person is partying for having possessed the virtue of aiming high. Now they are playing Warcraft, that too 5 on 5 which surely must be exciting. Alright, this blog has already travelled a mile now. I need some rest and so does this. See, this is what happens when I start blogging after a considerable gap. Thanks to everyone who's been considerate enough to traverse across all those tiresome paragraphs till here.

When the temporal tag assigned by Pope Gregory XIII suggested 1/29/2005 01:10:00 AM IST, the Reverend Whatchamacallit apportioned crumbs of his intellectual property ( read Return of blogging ) to planet Earth which engendered from the gentry of Blogger