pun_princess

Whoa! I seem to have attracted a lot of attention by this particular Title. I was merely going to write a review of Wake Up Sid, the journey of A Boy to be The Man.
I absolutely love the 22 year old director – Ayan Mukerji for giving the female protagonist a meaty role to play. She is not your Stupid Bimbo Katrina Kaif-ish where all she needs is to get into a mess so that she can be rescued by The Man. Her character requires anything but dancing at different foreign locales or getting away with wearing a plastic smile throughout the movie; nor does she cry her eyes out or scream Bachao Bachao! The movie has no steamy scenes; thankfully bereft of any smooches *to justify the role*, so if that is what takes you to watch a movie, give this one a pass.

So the film is about the pardesi no-steroid unadulterated man of a hero, who is called back to India by his family to be married off because that would make him eligible to own his maternal grand dad’s property, which would in turn clear the colossal debt of his elder brother. Unless the debt is paid  within a stipulated period, the modern Anguli-maal aka Bhai will mutilate the hero’s elder bro’s fingers...summat like that. Eeesh scary!  

( The so called REVIEW... )

Top ‘n town, New Market is my favourite place to meet friends and then take it from there. For the uninitiated, I am talking about an Ice-cream Parlour under the open sky with all the hot boys prowling around.

( And then... )

I was tagged by Karan here.

1.    Mug multiplication tables till 20. I know about till 9. Okay, I wasn’t really lying there; I definitely know till 6!

2.    Establish ESWAR (Elder Sibling Worldwide Association for their Rights). Our tagline – We are NOT guinea pigs for parenting experiments.

3.    Write a book about the magical powers of a girl called Punk Princess. The magical powers would be - putting others to sleep the moment she opens her mouth or by writing

verbose blogs.

4.    Start a non-profit organisation which would fight for the rights of the victims of networking communities/chatting. Some themes – If you are on orkut/facebook/twitter, it’s your birth right to go to office/college/school only after 12 in the day.

5.    Institute a rehabilitation centre (where the cheerleaders from the IPL teams would work as volunteers) for the extreme cases of above mentioned victims like all those people whose only friends are – imacoolboi, dwildgoose, d_psycho, roadside_romeo, pinkie_sweet, i_want_a_place_in_your_heart etcetera.

6.    Stir up a Nazi movement, but this time it would shun non-bloggers instead of Jews.

7.    Kidnap Ekta and Tushhar Kkapoorr and make them participate in Roadies X.0. Alternatively, kidnap Raghu and his evil twin whatever-his-name-is and make them act in any of Ekta’s soaps.

8.    Direct a new soap on colours based on how tormenting it is to be a girl with curly hair.

9.    Be the founder of the loser club consisting of the students of the new IITs and IIMs. Club name – The Elite Losers. In case you are wondering, yes, I am trying hard to get into one such college.

10.  Become an astrologer (now that getting hired by any company is a far fetched dream) and con the very people who turned me down. Vengeance makes me peaceful.

11.  Win a Nobel prize (for world peace) , Bharat Ratna, Grammy Award, Booker’s Award, Pulitzer Prize, Magsaysay Award and a mention in Guinness Book for being the youngest recipient of these awards; also for winning maximum number of such eclectic awards.

12.  Spread Looove ;)

I tag everybody on my LJ friend list. I also tag the lazy bloggers – The ShutterBug and The Eternal Thinker. Anybody reading this tag who doesn’t have a blog, but wishes to have a go at it, is welcome to post his/her tag as comments. I wanna hear about you all. :)

To not to see is easy

After having seen it all

Fervour is passé

Now the fad is to crawl

The naivety is lame

For a crime that is innocence

The insipidity is vain

For the charm infests in this pretence

Timid and faint

Remnants of the last refrain


Transcends space, transcends time



Where the passion is mild

And the engulfing silence - wild and profane...

It is half past 2 in the night.  Most have chosen to rest their sore muscles and embrace sleep. The lonely street lights cast brooding shadows on the roads used to hustle-bustle. They, no longer the pointer to the destination, no longer the faithful friend throughout the journey, lie meek and downtrodden by known and unknown shadows.

Like light reflected by far away planets, waging their way through the eternal darkness of the space, two of the windows let neon light perforate them and pass through to join the brooding shadows on the road.

Silence

***

Earth shattering music drums against fine membrane, the outlet cushioned so that the sound doesn’t spill outside the tunnel. Beyond the cushion, it is drunken peace that pervades dreamy gamma waves of the unity conscious state, floating only to be rejected by the object that the membrane also shares. Only if it would have been accepted, the gamma rays would have been successful in simulating stupor in the object.

***

Scene-1

Brrrrr Brrrrrr

The cell phone vibrates on the study table. The girl with a bushy curly mane, the object rejecting sleep waves, stopped reading from her laptop screen to check the cell phone. Who could be it, at this hour? Her mind is flooded  with all sort of possibilities.

( What happens half past 2 in the night??? )