Sugar Less

Cheeni kum hain cheeni kum hain thodi thodi tujh mein hain kum,
kum kum hain kum kum
Dheere Dheere hole hole durr durr hogi problem,
humdum oh humdum
sunle kabhi, kehti hain kya, dil ki sadda bhi

Over the weekend I watched this movie named,

We were little late to buy the tickets yet still got them and sadly the price for getting late was we got the seat in the forth row from the screen, a lil too close.
The Sahenshah of Bollywood appears on the screen. He acts as a perfectionist in the movie, things for him should just go in place as they are supposed to be. In one scene, he explains to one of his cooks in his restaurant that hing(an indian spice) should be put after the oil and then the onion, as the cook doesn't do so. He is just so like me. Friend sitting next to me looks at me as and when the scene is screened with the isn't-that-your-kinda-person look. He blasts on people for the obvious reasons seems unobvious to the other person, and i get the same stare again from my friend.
The movie has just the right amount of everything in it, emotions, drama, comedy, etc. Though the story isn't so catchy, the way it is put up is good. The dialogues are just what are called placed right on time and right on place, just your ears need to be attentive throughout if you don't intend to miss the fun part.
Tabu plays the role of a Delhi girl, just the way they are, straight on face for whatever they are, and to whomsoever they are speaking too, be its her father, or her boy-friend's mother.
On an all, I really enjoyed the movie, a full paisa wasool. It has the right amount of sugar, wasn't a cheenikum for me.

Vending Machine

Proud and Close association with the vending machines in the pantry. Dreams of time when the day start, and the dreams of dreams when it falls. I stay near the vending machine, making the hustling sound as though it's brewing the coffee fresh, but still I know its just the powdered coffee and the creamer it mixes to give me that hot cup of coffee.

Through the sound of that pretentious brewing coffee, a herd of thoughts passes through my mind. Capturing one and capturing other followed by capturing the one I had just left. The one minute wait at the coffee vending machine makes me think of the thousands catch, the one or those I am sure to forget as soon as I reach my desk and power up my monitor.

It is just for the matter of fact that I think of the meeting in the room alone with the girl in that room locked but still not so locked. The way she looked, the smile she bore but still I was so unsure to say yes or no.

Through the same sound I think of calling an old friend of mine, who was in college with me. Though not prepared for any exam with her, I have definitely revised all my subject with her before exams. She complains of me forgetting her, but there were very few in college I spent time with.

In that pretentitious sound I think of the girl I always think of calling up, but never get courage to do so. At the same time I think that I had been thinking a lot over the girls in my life and try thinking of something else, realizing I forgot to think about the girl from the school or the girl in the neighbourhood and many more.

The coffee is ready and then I pick the cup thinking I need to take serious decision in my life... stop doing things those harm me or cost me a little high, start things I had been planning to do.
Everything after I finish this cup of coffee.

Soon I get back to the machine... the same cofffee vending machine, rushing through all the thoughts I just dumped in the trash with the cup of coffee I just finished, thinking on my way I also need to cut down on my coffee, but realizing soon that this vending machine is the best friend I have got in the office, whom I visit the most often, standing next to which I take many decision, staying around this machine I clear my doubts, hence trashing the idea of chopping the number of coffee off.

So I am just going back to meet my friend... thinking tough on thinking something new this time.

Feels good to

come back to the same routine.
Yes now I am back to the same fun life of Bangalore.
May of 2007 is one period, which I will forget after forgetting my name. I was so excited with my trip back home and it turned out to be equally repulsive. Apparently after reaching back to Bangalore the tune of bad news didn't fade off.
Firstly I learnt that the QEA nite party is already thrown and icing on the cake, it was thrown at the Taj. And I broke my bike's mudguard... and there are so many more..
I am still waiting for the more bad news to come. truely... I am waiting and I am all ready to tackle them.

But on an all I am happy to be back to the place I was missing all these days.