CHEER(up)LEADERS

Sneakily switching channels to catch those divine goddesses/unrealistically hot babes of Baywatch perhaps has been an integral part of every Complan Boys’s life…and of course, for those who no longer need Complan, and a Teachers is just as good.
And after every episode followed a deep reverie dangerously and tangibly tilting towards a fantasy,as You imagined what it would be like to catch even a fleeting glimpse of them in real-life.

Decades of such fantasies later came IPL.

Then came the cheerleaders...an equivalent of those memories,toned down with touches of reality.

And then came the moral brigade….and the rest is history…literally and figuratively even as they voiced ‘displeasure’ and ‘concern’ over the apparent ‘loss of Indian values’.
Really?? I may have been speaking from the point of view of a testosterone driven male before but that’s well and truly half the picture. It cannot be refuted that they entertain the masses…(and some of the fielders manning the boundary line).But they are important not just for their glamour quotient ;they are representative of how the game itself has evolved over the years from being the Gentleman’s(read snob’s) game to the game of the aam junta. Rather,Cricket has seemingly adapted itself as per the needs of the average Joe who has to slog from 9 to 8 under more pressure than ever before,trying to meet one steep deadline after another. So even if there is an Indo-Pak ODI over the weekend,he or she can just about hope to catch the last few overs. So what would you do in such a situation? Get yourself a drink at Park street and hit the disc where you drink some more,dance like a retarded monkey and stare at cute guys/ gals. IPL is what offers a different way to unwind.Although I am sure there are many who would still prefer the former scenario,i am equally certain that many guys or girls will prefer sports…in this case IPL.
And why not? It’s giving us what we need: an action packed extravaganza complete with bollywood stars,the best cricketers of the world thrown into one single arena,foot-tapping music for those wannabe Hrithiks and the cheerleaders who egg on the crowd incase you are running short of enthusiasm…and all this inside an approximate of 4hours. That’s total entertainment for me. And the cheerleaders just happen to be an important part of that entertainment-package. So where exactly does morality fit into all this? I think the MP’s(moral police) are implying,that should you happen to be more interested in ‘finer legs’ than fine-legs,then we have a situation at hand…therein lies your ‘immorality’. Perhaps,by shifting priorities from late-cuts to deep-cuts,you are getting your priorities wrong.Simple.
But I believe,and i speak for every true cricket fan hopefully,that the lovers of this now-beautiful game need not be told the fact that a straight-six by Sachin is still even sexier than the ladies with pom-pom’s.Of course,if a batsman decides to make 30 off a hundred deliveries,then i would much rather prefer watching ‘em blondes gyrating away to glory!!
So our MP’s need not feel “concerned” as far as loss of values are concerned on the cricket field.
I am sure our MP’s have voiced their “concern” keeping the best interests of India’s tradition in mind.And being responsible citizens,it is our duty to bring any cases of Value-loss to their attention. For example,the banning of bar-dancers,who are forced to dance and please complete strangers due to inavailability of other decent jobs; instantly robbed many women of their livelihood…I am guessing,though I might be wrong,that maybe it is perhaps not moral. When people with enough political clout get away with rape,murder etc etc….maybe…just maybe it is immoral.

I am sure that our MP’s, our most loved guardians of Indian culture,tradition and values;the Justice-League of our great nation,fiercely protecting our morals from westernization will take up these matters and many more and ensure that there is no loss whatsoever in our values and the halo of purity on our heads is preserved till eternity. Amen to that.

No regrets

Shards of your memory,last night
Sliced me up with neat precision…
(So you’re expecting some blood,tears maybe
For metaphors sake,at least)
Sorry. I just made a bad decision.

Useless Philosophy

Damn.Its one of those moments again.
When reality makes love to you...and you’re left with a sense of waste,despondency and an overwhelming sense of nothingness inside you.Not something you bargained for.
But that’s exactly what happens sometimes is’nt it? When you manage to coax your subconscious into sneaking a peek at the world around you,for what it actually is,and not how you think it is,and not how you force yourself perpetually to believe it to be.Some might say these are moments of epiphany…I just think these are moments of life exposed to the hilt for what it truly stands for..nothing.We have this despicable habit of viewing things from an extremely parochial point of view..we see what we want to see..we believe what we want to believe. But the notes of reality are jarring enough to reshuffle our make-believe world.
I think i am digressing. I just heard of someone passing away recently…drug overdose.He was a student i think…an exceptional one at that.
The potential of his being reduced to nothing. He makes me realize the bubble of stupidity and pretence I have created around myself..the bubble of transitory dreams and desires….a great job,success in life..successful relationships.. a giant bubble…and a vulnerable one too.
Suddenly everything seems so naked…so real.
I look around myself and see my own reflection in the glass wall of farce around me.Its got a crack running right through the middle.

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For the past few weeks my subconscious has been subjected to a seige of sorts,from thoughts and issues ranging from the commonplace to the extremely bizarre....put all of them together and voila!.. the result is a sandwich of incoherence and meaninglessness which i seriously believe has the potential to zap the last remains of intellect which i have(or at least i think i have..)

So i tried to cordon off the area of my brain where these 'vile creatures' were pounding up and down,as if on an overdose of viagra..and these are just a few of the elements which were gnawing at me uncessantly,and unnecessarily(chronology has'nt been adhered to):

/fu*k exams//new cell new cell new cell//tickets for IPL//deepika's soo damn cute they should ban her from making public appearences//wish i was on roadies//need money//......need more money//exams from june..fu*k//james joyce and Araby//psychosexual experience//disillusionment//why does the board hinder creativity??fu*k??//man i broke a signal!! thats probably 200bucks//Central park seems a nice place to make out...//no books in english for sociology..unbelievable!//Macbeth's one sttrong text//Jodha-Akbar...give two whooping hoots for Akbar..i want jodha...ash is surreal//hope i get a job somewhere as a journalist//why are there no cute girls in my college??//Love song Of J.Alfred Prufrock//gotta finish writing the fu*king notes//killer curves..on the merc//F.R.I.E.N.D.S//im not in stephens..why???//been a long time since i went out with her//Mittal's driver gets paid more than i will earn in 10 years//hate to mug up answers..never thought i would be doing it//when is the best time(and place) to lose my virginity?//Banalata Sen//jennifer anniston//wish BBC hires me//john donne's epitaph//some girs are BIG time sluts//whats the syllabus in J.U like?//gotta have a gud physique//FU*K its only 2 months to june!!........................................////

Makes sense?..Congratulations.......aap paanchvi paas se kaafi tez hain..

some day..!

Its that time of year again when street shops,malls,departmental stores are all inundated with flowers of diverse kinds.Red,yellow,white,pink...flowers of all possible hues are abundant everywhere.Suddenly people develop an intrinsic affinity to romance,which strangely,must needs be accompanied by the seed bearing part of the plant....Im talking of course,of the build-up to Valentines Day,14th February.The change in societal atmosphere is blatantly perceptible to such a degree that,should you not sense it,then two conclusions must be drawn.Either you are blind or a puritan bordering on the extreme,refusing to acknowledge such an event at all!! Just a cursory glimpse across the street should be enough evidence for my claims.



And in a progressive world as the one we inhabit,shows of love are not confined to the modest rose or the perfumed greeting card.Trying to find the essence of romance by extending the realms of transience is what unemployed persons would do on a winter evening!There is no room for ephemerality today,when people can freeze their love(hmm) on digi-cams with 7 or 10 megapixel cameras,which by the way has auto-focus...Sooooooo.........



"Rush to your nearest mall and grab hold of the best digi-cam available! After all,your partner is worth it!! whats more we give you a discount of 50% for every purchase worth 7000 rupees! RUN NOW!!!!.....CONDITIONS APPLY MORON."



This is what V-day stands for in the context of recent times.Glorification of material aspects which are not even remotely associated with love.I cannot figure out why one needs to express "love" in terms of the number of carats which a gold ring is made of.Why should we equate love with tokens of superficiality?


Again,is there a need at all to observe such a day? Many say that V-day is when we "celebrate love"....on a grand scale,albeit!! I feel it has now become more of a statement to say "we are celebrating togetheress"....it is the proclamation of love,the statement itself which matters more than the intent.We keep forgetting that love can be found in the little things that we do for each other...

So instead of taking a day off on V-day to be with your partner for lunch;surpising her with an unexpected visit might be a less mushy and yet far more meaningful gesture...instead of meeting your friends at parties,dropping by when they're cleaning the garage might be a less glitzy but more constructive and thoughtful approach!!! Instead of buying your mother a saree,taking a french-leave to spend a day with her would perhaps be more emotionally satisfying.....



Lets indulge in love...not celebrate it.




P.S: this post was supposed to be published before 14th but obviously my server had designs of its own...i guess it was busy "serving" others on V-day!

Pro-crastinating bong..

NO.

I am not suggesting that the average bengali has proclivities towards perpetually delaying their already delayed matters(job,studies or whatever).Nor am i,by fiddling arond with alphabets,trying to put a label on them.Im a bong myself.

I was merely drawn into a retrospect,which in itself was a culmination of three consecutive lazy mornings and six cups of coffee(decaffe),on whether the irrepressible urge to delay important assignments is only confined to my slothful self..an uncle of mine who happens to be bengali also,somewhat calmed my agitated nerves.He was supposed to leave for mumbai on some official tour and had to get himself updated on current affairs,as he would be interviewing some candidates.To his consternation,he discovered that time does not expand and remains a constant commodity..fixed at seven days with 24hrs each,which then runs into months and years in that precise order.Acknowledging this essential fact of life,48hrs before departure,is perhaps not helpful.Nevertheless,he was equally aware of the effects of an immovable self-belief.Well i was'nt.It did not take me a long time to find out though.

The results of a solid human self-belief in such a situation,keeping my uncle as the parameter;of trying to conquer time(at the last minute?) are as follows: dizziness,grogginess accompanied by gastronomical implosions of diverse kinds and hypertension.

Procrastination of such supreme kind,magnified several times,maybe seen in some government offices also.They have,in fact perfected the art and taken it to the next level...or so i heard.Therefore,i can now take solace from the fact that,im not the only creature to practice this ancient art form.

Let me give you further paradigms of how this human trait was prevalent in medieval times..

ummm...maybe later.Time for some sleep.............................................

Dead Silent

a thousand voices screaming inisde my head
wrenching out my sanity and leaving me numb,
fighting and killing each other,leaving a blank canvas in my head for
a second;
again its filled with wild scribbles,harsh strokes but no colours..

more incoherent noises,
trying to speak through me now..
draining me again and again..

there's the din rising again
more intense,with a screeching this time..
the canvas is full,no corners left to discolour..

it has reached a crescendo now
and goes beyond
ending in a blinding light of darkness..

no colours,no sound.
deadening quiet forever and now.