Monthly Archives: April 2005

Just a second…..anniversary special

All this while, there’s been reason and no rhyme
And to the rhymester within, thats been a crime
So he thought, what better way to celebrate a blog birthday
than rhyming about all the guys he’s met on the way….
For all who think he’s better off keeping mum
This is nothing, the verse is yet to come….

Aqua wants us to remember
that we have dreams in December

Here’s where we get elixir, but sadly, only a drop,
coz as the line goes,’once you start, you can’t stop’

then there’s the apple of newton’s eye
ebony or ivory, wonder which is her favourite dye

The bad man talking calls himself stone,
But his notes to self always have a good tone..

and though this one advertises herself as a ‘solitary cynic’
she is an integral part of the AA clique…

Vanilla writes on chocoalate cake,
dilse bolo, a better combination, could anyone make?

Until a jolt of reality, a potpourri of thoughts she used to fill,
pallavi’s the name, and the blog that rocks is called jilmil…

Unless you have gone totally blind
a million light bulbs should help read the mind…

For those who think eschewing obfuscation wouldn’t do
Harneet has random ruminations too…

Arunima has titled her blog “Silent Eloquence”
and for once, she makes a a lot of sense

Just a workshop?, nope, its not so simple,
coz its owned by none other than the devil…

And when you’re always sanguine,
Celeb(be)rating life has to be in!!

The view from the tower must be supreme,
but then, being rapunzel itself is such a wonderful dream….

This one calls himself no hair brain
and his ruminations are far from insane…

From the oaf to pleo, he has a split personality of sorts
blot of thoughts, thought of blots, he calls it ‘bloughts’…

The Goan Sri Sri, white is one of his favourite hues
but he still calls his blog ‘saltwater blues’.

Finding a vanilla field is easier than i thought
but i hope this stays, and no new beginnings are sought…

The spirituality and the name -blokesablogin
got me confused, thought it was yang, turned out to be yin…

Arvind Iyer is the ‘lean dude with attitude’
hey, its trademarked, unauthorised use could get you sued…

A lot of ideas are forged by the ideasmith
and most of them are the kind you’ll agree with..

Ashweeta has got herself some pages at typepad,
and here, even the PJs aren’t that bad…

The crackpot calls her blog ‘inkspillz’
and though she’s not a goddess now,it certainly sizzlez!!

The chipmonster speaks, but she blogz as coolcat,
but whatever the name, this one’s cool and thats that!!

Whats an erratic soul that can dance?
That folks, is what we call an errantrance

The fish called goonda thinks she’s a fishy fiend,
but after sad-turn kidnapped her, she’s taken a long time to mend….

Austere she is, and a seeker too,
wonder what she seeks, or should it be who??

The Grinch may call it ‘grinchscrumpit’ or ‘my dump pit’,
but the content is as good as any floyd hit…

Nupur writes about what even she doesnt know,
but mate, she does have a template whiter than snow..

Chaotic daze and enthu knights,
gump does have some great insights

Garfy has got herself a diary
and her antics are anything but dreary…

Amidst all the middle east’s troubles
ashi sips coffee and continues her virtual scribbles..

Kraz calls his place wrecktangle
and to every tale, he adds a unique angle…


Pompy’s blog is “off the cuff”

but you wouldnt realise, judging from the stuff


Imagine a blog by satchit haridas,
actually dont, he already has….

Crabbie likes to call it goofiness personified
but pretty soon it could become a classic food guide :)

one of the best templates you can find – thats “pradeeps’s mindspace”
he posts every bluemoon, and in spite of my taunts, he wont mend his ways!!

Once she used to be a bug, she is now an angel with wings
and from budhhism to winterwear, she can write on a zillion things!!

He’s the blogger who whacks the talk,
but when he gets verse, i go “what the f***”!!

There’s someone who goes by the name of J
she has a warped mind, and thats all she’ll say..:)

Anubhas world has a lot of scribblings
and an attitude, among other things…

And from the days of rediff, i’ve been getting some pearls of wisdom,
She’s not on the list, but she’s as good as they come..

The journey that began on a boring tuesday,
has continued for 2 years, to this day…
for better or verse, this one is for all the bloggers i know
and the ones i dont, but who are still part of the show…

The making of……

A was addicted to the object of his attention and A was tired of everyone but him getting to say ‘be my lover’ to it in the latest commercial.. it would have been okay if he had nothing else to worry about… but he was in bollywood, where you were only as good as your last hit. and he had taken more than a dozen films to deliver his first one. it didnt help that he was compared to his dad,whose status was kind of legendary..and even after the first hit, there was no respite, coz he had still not followed it up with another…
it would have been okay if he had been given at least a chance.. but alas, he had to sit and watch not just one, but at least three bollywood stars in the commercial.. one was the current shah of bollywood, whose very name meant success.. the second was another actor, who was also the safe choice of lots of filmmakers, who had recently changed his image and with that, his fortune. also, he had recently left his wife of many years, and was therefore ready to mingle… last, but not the least was a star, who many considered was the only superstar that bollywood ever had.. he was still a force to reckon with, many directors still wrote scripts tailormade for him, as far as A was concerned, his role in the commercial was exactly like his last film – Black!!
For he was A’s dad, and since A’s dad knew about the extent of his addiction, he should have suggested A’s name instead of him, but he had not. A was dismayed, for the products you endorsed spoke about you… and these days, he was not even endorsing one…
just when he thought that all was lost with everyone screaming ‘be my lover, bubbly’, A had a brilliant idea to prove a point to bollywood and everyone concerned…. he went back to the people who gave him his first hit.
and thus, though his character had a funny name and due to the numerologist’s insistence, his lover’s name in the movie was spelt differently from ‘bubbly’, he hoped he could prove a point with ‘bunty aur babli’….
until next time abhi, shake well before use to get really bubbly….

The walk of life……

His parents had an arranged marriage, so they had little option but to marry each other..
He was born in 1964, because that was when his parents decided to have him…..
He did not spend his initial life in a big city, because his dad didnt like big cities…
He didnt get educated in any big reputed school, his small town didnt have any…
He wanted to study a particular subject in the famous university in the big city, but he didnt get it because they had a massive quota for locals… so went to a lesser university…
He wanted to go abroad for his masters degree, but realised they laid a big emphasis on his educational pedigree.
He started teaching at the famous university he had wanted to study in, and felt a small victory.
It turned sweeter when he met the woman he wanted to marry, she also taught there…
And more sweeter when she gave birth to their son….
a few months later, the child fell sick, because of food poisoning in his baby food!!
he took leave, but she decided to go because she had already used up a whole lot of hers…since she was in a hurry, he decided to get breakfast from the hotel across the road…… and got killed while crossing the road……….
if he had a different set of parents, who decided to have him earlier, and live in a big city,and send him to an international school there, he might have studied the subject of his choice in the big university, gone abroad, not taught at the big university, nor met his wife, nor had the son who had the bout of food poisoning, and so he wouldnt have to cross the road….
and they say you make your own destiny…
until next time, just enjoy the walk, while it lasts….

The wave of relief…

He was shocked when he got the call from the CM’s office. actually it was a combination of two shocks, one that the cm of a state could blatantly ask for a bribe, and two, they had found out the truth about his activities…
it was all because of his girlfriend’s stupid idea… when they had got into the
relationship, she was already an acknowledged star, and he was the star on the horizon.. the entire industry had heaped praise on his acting skills, and were sure that he would be the next big thing in bollywood… but alas, all his films had bombed miserably, and he had gotten coverage for all the wrong reasons…
in a fit of rage, his girlfriend had told him that the only reason she wasnt leaving him was that she didnt want the tag of a ‘fair weather’ girlfriend… she had a history of ditching her last boyfriend when he needed her most… but that didnt stop her from chiding him, whenever she got the chance… including saying that his theme song should be an mltr song that went ‘ i’m not an actor, i’m not a star’…. and after she had come back from the international movie festival and tongues started wagging about the hollywood role, she had become intolerable…
that was around the time when the tsunami struck… that was when she came up with what at that time seemed a brilliant idea… she told him that the waves had done their job, and since he wasnt exactly making waves in his trade, he should get some good pr coverage by doing some relief work.. and in her typical bitchy fashion, she had said that his going off would be a relief to her too..
and so he had gone to the inflicted areas, and since he wasnt exactly cut out to do relief work, he had bribed the journalists to do stories about him.. he still remembered how difficult it was to get the natural looking photographs and testimonials…. and now, that state’s cm had come to know about it, and was threatening to let the secret out..he decided he couldnt afford to bribe her, he would rather bribe the journalists again, to prevent bad pr…
it was all because of his girlfriend… from now on, he decided he would stand up for himself and be v.oberoi, and stop being what his friends teased him to

be – v. obey rai!!
until next time, sometimes stars get struck too

The Workshop

Thats what he liked to call his mind… for though he had a huge workshop around him, he felt that his mind was where the real workshop was.. at least he had felt so until recently, but things were changing now..
he remembered a time long ago, when he was asked to start from a single room office.. the guys who gave him the responsibility had only a bare vision of what his roles and responsibilities should be.. he had developed the entire operation from scratch…and being very process driven, he had slowly but surely ensured that his workshop was extremely systemic…
and thus over a period of time, people had started to use his services more and more.. in fact a vast majority felt that his serices were an integral part of existence, and that was the way it was meant to be…and thus, as his workshop and its target population became more and more systemic, he began to devote more and more time to think up ways to increase the efficiency of his workshop,and to devise more and more ways to entice his target, and the more thinking he did, the more he felt that his mind was the real workshop…
but these days things were changing..some people had begun to improvise on his services so much that they had done things even before he thought about them… there was nothing he could thinko f that they hadnt done already… he began to feel that there was no work to be done in his mind, his real workshop…
but meanwhile the workshop around him flourished, with more and more souls joining everyday…he felt that the constant heat was taking its toll on him, and maybe it was time to retire…
once upon a time the humans had a saying about him -“an idle mind is the devil’s workshop”.. but the way humanity was systematically destroying everything that was good, and generally doing his job for him, he felt that it was high time that they changed the saying to “the devil’s mind is an idle workshop”….
until next time, whats on your mind??

Child at heart

That he was a special child, his parents knew from the start… and it was not just the usual feeling that all parents had for their children.. he was genuinely different because of his sheer talent for song and dance… and all who saw him perform knew he would have a great future..
but he was raised like a normal child, not that his parents had much of a choice, because they barely made ends meet.. he had a horde of brothers, sisters and cousins, and they had many a gala family gathering..but in spite of all this his parents felt there was something really different about him..
they didnt know whether it was his obsession to look different from his ilk… or his penchant forloneliness… not that he was a compulsive loner, for all though he had never had any girlfriends, he had a battalion of boyfriends who he shared a close bond with… he regularly brought them home, watched videos all night, played songs and generally did a whole lot of things his parents thought were just normal ‘boy stuff’…
soon, he lived up to his relatives’ predictions and his song and dance made him an internationally acclaimed pop star… but that didnt stop his parents from worrying.. he became obsessed with his looks and his numerous antics regarding his looks made him the laughing stock among his peersand the general public.. and somewhere in between he had a broken marriage as well..but that was their least of their worries..
he was still bringing boys home, and the things he did with them were not exactly ‘boy stuff’, even by his parents standards..he apparently didnt want to grow up, but that wasnt the only thing he had in common with Peter Pan… he had a ranch he called Neverland.. he brought kids there, played games with them, and when the stories got out, he landed in court…
and gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘boys will be boys’….

until next time, games that you play in childhood….

The final act

He was happy for a lot of reasons, but two things primarily – one was that he had achieved whatever he had set out to do in life.. and the other was that the governing body had given the go ahead for his final act.. he had been sure he would get the approval while he had given the application, but then, governing bodies were a strange lot..
the approval was a two stage process, the first step was a basic application indicating the profile of the person giving it.. the governing body would decide whether the person could still perform an active role in society, and if he/she could, try to convince the person to do it, but that was just a formality… the second step was when one had to give the time and procedure chosen..the authority would then notify the next of kin, and put up a notice seeking whether anyone had an objection ..the objection, if any, and the right of the person objecting would both be scrutinised by the authorities before giving the final approval.. again, this step was also a formality since the applicant would have already announced his decision to the people concerned (who could object)..
a few days back, he had just gotten the final approval from the governing body for what was known as ‘euthanasia’.legal killing was what the critics called it.. but after decades of legal wrangling, the majority had voted for it… in fact, they even made a procedure for people who were not in a position to request it themselves… the majority considered it a part of the society maturing, but there were people who still believed that He should be allowed to do His work…
but today was the day he had chosen for his final act… he had decided for it, when his wife had had a natural death a few years back and he had become alone, since their kids lived elsewhere and rarely had time for him.. stereotypical, he thought…
he had just had dinner at his favourite restaurant, and was on his way to the hospital where he would get his final injection.. he was still thinking deeply about whether he had left anything incomplete, since there would be no coming back…and that was why he saw the truck too late… his last thoughts were, “so long as i die..”


until next time, lets propose, and let Him dispose…

Bollywood Dictionary for Dummies

actor: may land up in the couch for different reasons.
actress: the driving force on the couch .
blockbuster: a wonderful actress usually guarantees it .
behind the scenes: careful, thats where the news agency guys are..
climax: go on, pretend you dont know what that is .
call sheet:given to the actress/filmmaker to know when they are supposed to arrive and where .
camera: the filmmaker should always make sure there isnt one…
anti climax: when theres a news agency involved in what would have been a climax..
cartoon: thats what the filmmaker becomes if he gets caught .
casting: what they do after the couch .
casting couch: the couch used for casting .
chemistry: what the actress is supposed to exhibit on the couch .
costume: usually minimal .
credits: should be given for a good performance .
critic: they dont approve of the casting couch .
cross over: change in position on the couch .
cues: a good actress should always understand them .
debut: the actress’ first couch experience .
dialogue: the actress’ should be enticing, the filmmaker doesnt have any..
director’s cut: when the filmmaker is a director.
documentary: boring activity on the couch .
double take: please see take .
extras: only if the filmmaker insists. with good performances, they might be a threat to the actress.
filmmaker: the guy to please on the couch, most often producer, but could also be director. actor, and yes, even villain .
flashback: a feeling of deja vu for the filmmaker .
flop:a non performer, but the actress to be blamed, never the filmmaker .
frame: thats what the filmmaker claims when he gets caught .
industry: a collection of filmmakers .
in-the-can: the trip to the loo after the couch activity .
lip sync: ideally the actress shouldnt, but refer take .
make up: kiss before doing it .
method acting: when the actress has done it before .
miscast: the filmmaker’s excuse for a flop .
overacting: usually happens when the actress is faking .
plot: what the actress/news agency does to get the filmmaker on the couch .
preview: foreplay before the couch. usually only for big fimmakers .
release: refer climax .
remake: a repeat performance, usually happens due to lack of subject/actress .
screenplay: the activity on the couch .
script: a nitty gritty version of the plot .
slow motion: some filmmakers love doing it that way .
story: every actress has one .
take: you have to,if the filmmaker insists .
word of mouth publicity: what a blockbuster gets .
zoom: only deals with page 3 now, but would be interested in couch activities too..

until next time, Koffee on the Kouch??