For divine justice, we need not wait for 2012, it’s here and how! Theatres will turn into devlish machine, & the end of shows will witness zombies storming out post Skyline…
Listing down a few apparent dangers of watching the movie so intense in logic, that defying the logic becomes extinct.
• Danger 1: Skyline might help speed up your receding hairline
• Danger 2: you may end up shunning any light, including Bud Lite
• Danger 3: it might inspire you to gorge your brains out, vaporize them with the hope a new one will emerge from somewhere
• Danger 4: if it happens, gents might have to live with ladies brains & vice versa, a sure shot guarantee for Apocalypse
• Danger 5: Might risk saving any of those flirtious moments hoping the world’s going to end, so wtf…it might end, just for you
• Danger 6: post urination, do not feel embarrassed if flush does not work
• Danger 7: if you check flush is not working, decide not to urinate
• Danger 8: take more time to decipher the plot than would have taken putting the Rubek’s together thrice
• Danger 9: go & watch it post reading this
• Danger 10: if already watched, wait for part 2
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Hip Hop Hope
The 100 days of nerve wrecking hope festival begins again! ICC Cricket World Cup is here again to come & the ad frenzy has begun. Checked out the full scale page ad in a leading daily talking about the ‘Billion hope & 1 Dream’…so very prophetic. Perhaps an ad for the last edition’s must have been the same (considering the faces are the same & the Indian official billion remain as it is). Perhaps what did change were the money spenders’ logos at the bottom, either new names or fresh identities.
My heart goes out to all of us who sleep, eat, dream cricket who religiously put out time, and heart in following our superstars bring bag home the cup of hope. After all it’s not just an empty cup any more. It’s the cup…that symbolizes a coming of age of the country, eradication of evils, continuation of the hope forever. As our Fellowship of the Cup Hunters prepare for the journey, mothers will abandon their favorite kids to pray for Dhoni, husbands will stake their wives for a Sachin century, brothers will face each other to bet for their star.
Imagine this also coincides with the Great Indian wedding season, so the dowry demand will definitely include an LCD and Tata Sky. And a few of the honeymoons might be postponed, (after who goes to SL & Bangladesh for honeymoon). Every ball which consumes the head of the enemy will be remembered; those little knocks of the warriors will be passed on from generations. The widows will emphathise with the wails of surrender; the grandfathers will bring out from their holy books of anecdotes the pain of ’62 or the pleasure of ’71.
In all this will be the regular drinks to soothe down the tempers, the waiting line to wish the team victory, mike wielding ex-cricketers getting a chance to be heard. & all else will be remembered but the game. Dhoni & Co. carry a burden which Gods find difficult to handle. 11 people fighting not the opposition but fear of failure. & before they take the field, will have their movable & immovable properties insured for a premium.
We deserve this cup, no matter what. Like the comet Hailey’s we wait for the first signs it is arriving, and then go in an overdrive of prayers. We drink, we cry, we laugh, we fight. & like Lord K in Maharashtra, we assimilate all the Bhagwat Gita’s teachings on the fields. Our heroes, we worship & curse at the same time. In moments of victory, old ‘treachery’ is forgotten.
And yes we are a forgiving devotee, or a patient one. If we are not the one, doesn’t matter, the fruits of patience we will taste the next edition!
My heart goes out to all of us who sleep, eat, dream cricket who religiously put out time, and heart in following our superstars bring bag home the cup of hope. After all it’s not just an empty cup any more. It’s the cup…that symbolizes a coming of age of the country, eradication of evils, continuation of the hope forever. As our Fellowship of the Cup Hunters prepare for the journey, mothers will abandon their favorite kids to pray for Dhoni, husbands will stake their wives for a Sachin century, brothers will face each other to bet for their star.
Imagine this also coincides with the Great Indian wedding season, so the dowry demand will definitely include an LCD and Tata Sky. And a few of the honeymoons might be postponed, (after who goes to SL & Bangladesh for honeymoon). Every ball which consumes the head of the enemy will be remembered; those little knocks of the warriors will be passed on from generations. The widows will emphathise with the wails of surrender; the grandfathers will bring out from their holy books of anecdotes the pain of ’62 or the pleasure of ’71.
In all this will be the regular drinks to soothe down the tempers, the waiting line to wish the team victory, mike wielding ex-cricketers getting a chance to be heard. & all else will be remembered but the game. Dhoni & Co. carry a burden which Gods find difficult to handle. 11 people fighting not the opposition but fear of failure. & before they take the field, will have their movable & immovable properties insured for a premium.
We deserve this cup, no matter what. Like the comet Hailey’s we wait for the first signs it is arriving, and then go in an overdrive of prayers. We drink, we cry, we laugh, we fight. & like Lord K in Maharashtra, we assimilate all the Bhagwat Gita’s teachings on the fields. Our heroes, we worship & curse at the same time. In moments of victory, old ‘treachery’ is forgotten.
And yes we are a forgiving devotee, or a patient one. If we are not the one, doesn’t matter, the fruits of patience we will taste the next edition!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Eyes of Love...
There will be more after us,
We are not the 1st to love,
& yet an angel so pure of heart,
Will never walk the earth.
For beauty was not defined by seas,
& Time forever lost in your eyes,
When a tear drop left the eye of God,
A pearl named you was born.
I am no magician who will reach for stars,
I am a stranger to Mecca & Eden,
But when you wake up at my side,
No monarch so great can be me.
In your smile, I find my world,
In your memory, a 100 lives,
In your voice, is the song of love,
In you, I find I.
We are not the 1st to love,
& yet an angel so pure of heart,
Will never walk the earth.
For beauty was not defined by seas,
& Time forever lost in your eyes,
When a tear drop left the eye of God,
A pearl named you was born.
I am no magician who will reach for stars,
I am a stranger to Mecca & Eden,
But when you wake up at my side,
No monarch so great can be me.
In your smile, I find my world,
In your memory, a 100 lives,
In your voice, is the song of love,
In you, I find I.
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