Wednesday, October 29, 2008

holiday mode

happy diwali, i know i'm a day late, but still, HAPPY DIWALI.

hope everyone is enjoying the festival and having a safe diwali.

me in bangkok, having fun shopping, visiting new places and spending my time with my parents. but no brusting crackers. damn.

will post pics once am back in pune.

take care. vp.

Monday, October 20, 2008

me on ibnlive.com

i had earlier written couple of articles which were published on http://www.ibnlive.com/
for quite sometime, my article link was published on the front page of ibnlive.com
for more, read here.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Dooba Dooba

One of my favorite songs by Mohit Chauhan of Silk Route.

Dooba Dooba - Boondein
Dooba dooba rehta hun aakhon mein teri
Deewana ban gaya hun mein chaahat mein teri

Ab din guzarte nahi,
Raate kati nahi
Tasweer se baat banti nahi,

To Aaja...
..Koi jaane na, Pehchane naa yeh hua kaise,
Tum aagaya khabon mein aise

Koi jaane na, Pehchane naa yeh hua kaise,
Tum aagaya khabon mein aise

Tum jo mil gaye, Diye jal gaye mere khaboon mein
Ban gao tum mere humsafar

Bewafaa, suno bewafaa
Bewafaa Na jaaaa....

Dooba dooba rehta hun aakhon mein teri
Deewana ban gaya hun mein chaahat mein teri
Ab din guzarte nahi,
Raate kati nahi
Tasweer se baat banti nahi,
Doobe............

aankhon hi aankhon mein

another good song, have a(nother) listen.

Aankhon Hi Aankhon Mein - EMI
Baithe Rahe Khayalon Mein Yu..Uljhe Rahein.. Sawaalon Mein Yuun Hi
Umm Kitni Baatein Hai Jo Kehna Paaye Unko
Hum Toh Na The Iss Tarah...
Hooo Hoooooo Aankhon Hi Aankhon Mein Yuun

download here.

tu saala, kaam se gaya...

been listening to lots of radio as the studying continues for exams...

came across a good listen. download here.

Tu Saala - Golmaal Returns

Tujhse Pyaar Kiya Hai, Tu Hai Meri Jaan
Meri Har Dhadkan Kehti Hai, Mein Tujhpe Qurbaan
Tera Zara Sa Bhi Dhola Jo Imaan, Tu Saala Kaam Se Gaya, Hhaa
Hua Tera Kaam Tamaam, Tu Saala Kaam Se Gaya
Tera Dil Jo Huwa Beimaan, Tu Saala, Tu Saala, Tu Saala Kaam Se Gaya

(hahaha)...

ps: exams starting on 20th oct. (and going on till forver...)

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Testimonial for Kuldip

Perfectionist. Businessman. Production Manager. Photographer. Blogger. Cook. Good listener. Movie buff. Psychedelic music lover. Jugado. Mr. Photoshop. Mr.Glove-Hands (Cricket Fielding). Athletic. Organizer. Fast learner. Webmaster. Traveler. Creative. Treasurer. Helpful. Trustworthy. Dynamic. Marketing guy. Prankster. Chicken lover. Good soul. Great Human Being. Rarest.

What more could someone possibly want in one single person? Talk about multitasking.

This creature once lived in a movie-rental store-cum-restaurant-cum-computer repair shop-cum-newspaper production office-cum-disco-cum-photo gallery. And now anymore “-cum-” then the room shall not exist anymore.

Now here is one guy whom you run to for a solution to for the following things: something wrong in the computer/laptop? Want go to on a photo trip? Want to plan an event/trip? Want to play cricket/badminton/table tennis/pool table/swim? Want to make a PowerPoint presentation/Photoshop/InDesign/ or any other various documentation on the computer? Want to make a website/blog? What to organize a barbeque dinner party? Want to eat some good food? Want to go to KFC for Zababs? Want to watch movie/exchange movies?

When in Webster University Thailand, few years back, all these were answered in a certain Room # 595. The resident of which was responsible for various memorable moments in many people’s lives. The list would be endless, so no real point in putting it up. But hopefully by now you know who I’m talking about. (Else, I’d doubt you would read so far.)

You’d be running faster to him if you want to play a prank (or as is often told “mess up the brains of ___). He is the king of pranks. Hopefully, you’re not his next target.

Warning (for women): Don’t worry if he suddenly changes your gender from female to male in any of his conversations, in any languages such as Hindi, English, Bengali (the little that he can speak; no more comments please) or any other languages that he claims to speak in; he blames it on the English education he got in his school, but there are other theories that are currently in being processed in this matter and which shall be disclosed when the right time comes.

And as someone has quite aptly coined a name – he is truly adwitya (Dwitya means second and Aditywa means for whom there is no second, therefore is UNIQUE).

For further details, please contact Veeni Patel at veenipatel@gmail.com.

new blog update.

Well, well, well...one that was meant for the calling, really.

Hope the new avtaar will keep you entertained (and as should the written content, too). Exams are literally around the corner, but will try and have something or the other.

PS: Kuldip, thanks for all the hard work in this blog. But your photo blog, is a great piece of work too.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Pappu Can't Dance Saala; But Pappu Can Act Saala...

Is love being able to spend most of the time together, happy times; be opposites but still feel complete without the other because they complete each other; want to keep each other happy and smiling.

And is it possible that despite having all these things the two concerned people don’t know it? Then again if love were so easy, it couldn’t be love. Or could it?I don’t know what it is with this movie; script ok ok, newcomers, the best performance is by a dead man in a portrait played by Naseerruddin Shah; music ok ok, (little disappointing for a Rahman movie); script ok ok, nothing too great. But still there is something which makes you not want to get up from your seat; I guess it’s like what Abbas Tyrewala said “it’s a movie with clichés, but in a very non cliché manner”.

The first half way better than the second, it has the gripping affect, to a certain extend. The flashback trail starts at the airport; and then the journey starts: a funeral, Juhu beach, fight in the college canteen, home to a talking portrait, farewell party, the pub, a painter’s room, the police station fights at parties, on a horse to the airport; with short glimpses of a black stallion in the middle of a desert in search of justice. The second half is where all the clichés add up and get caught on to each other.

Imran Khan (Jai) gives justice to the character, and proves to become a true Ranjhor ka Rathore after all. Genelia D’Souza is the pampered brat whom you just want to kill at times, but looks as cute and fragile as need be. Prateik Babbar’s acting deserves a mention; small role but played to the T: a useless, not-to-do-well nothing. As I’ve said before, the best performance is still the dead man in a portrait hanging on the wall. Overall, decent movie, worth the ticket’s movie. Just don’t go in with too many expectations.

Jaana, dil, jaana kaise maine na jaana,
Ke pyaar yehi hai, yeh jaane tu ya jaane na…

Yeh dosti...

Arrey yaaron, dosti bahut hi haseen hai, yeh na ho toh, kya phir bolo yeh zindagi hai…

…these words are not only part of a good song to listen to; it’s a thought that brings peace and assurance at heart. It reminds you of the inseparable group that you once had in school and college. The bunking of lectures and attending sessions at the canteen; making revenue generating business for coffee shops/ cineplex(s)/ restaurants.

But you know what, har dosti mein kichav hai…

Sorry, boss, I’m not here to put you in dream-land...

har dosti mein kichav hai. But wait, before we get to this, let’s rewind to the start first.

In a new place, organization, or any new beginning; as we get to know people around us, the initial ‘bonding’ (as they call it) is one of a very symbiotic relationship. You might go out with a group of people because they are going to a place that is unfamiliar to you or for a common cause. From there, a symbiotic relationship starts because either you and/or the person(s) need something from the other to stay together. It’s a give and take relationship where the binding element could be as tangible as money to as intangible as the fear of being seen alone by all people around you.

And this practice of nautanki continues in some cases for days and in some for months, till there is a breakdown. A breakdown could be where either of the person(s) in the relationship feels either that there is nothing else to get out of the other party and when the other party fails to give what is needed. That’s when there is a fallout. Friendships break. Awkward looks and weirdness of silence takes place when there is a future encounter.

That’s why there are so few true friends.
Friends for life.
That’s what friends are for. Remember?