A future full of recruitment, a time was there when i dreamed to d exactly what i am doing now yet there is the fear that this will become mundane and boring eventually.
The staggering growth of industries finds less and less qualified people becoming available for employement. Although there is unemployemnt on a mass scale but the employable candidates are a mere percent of the whole, and therefore, we find huge dirth of candidates...
learning at graduate level has neither developed their intellect nor their knowledge!
they say, i was born intelligent , education did this to me...
a funny t shirt quote but true nonetheless...
hectic schedule at office, which is driving my personal life into the Doldrums...there is no personal life so to speak!
GOD HELP ME!!!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
FILM REVIEW
DON - THE RETURN
It is the most talked abt movie in dis season! No doubt there r critics who trash it, n
others who hail as the best movie ever by SRK. Again no doubt this is a SRK movie, n
everyone else can jus take a hike almost except perhaps prichops, but then again her role is
sleek and savy, and sexy... 'period'.
But let us talk abt the dear Director, the one who thot of this idea, to create a hype
around this movie he created and courted the not so always subtle comparisons wid the older
version... strangely all of us gave into the speculation, almost readily walking into
theatres at ticket prices of Rs. 200 each, to begin comparing it wid the original...
None of us were aware or expected... (more like, ASSSUMED!!) that this cud in anyway b an
original... for we have hailed Farhan as a genius wid a first movie hit, 'Dil Chahta Hai..'
'Lakshya', and suddenly he was making DON, y make a new movie and spend so much on
an old story when his entire recognition lay in newer stories.... but then we r perhaps nt
as foresighted as Mr. Akhtar jr...
A well calculated risk, wid a new story and a new actor, an old name and a few memries that
dragged us to the theatre, bt dnt fear after u hve seen it once, and the amazing twists are
all revealed, u wud like to go bck n may be look at the details which u may have missed, a
few hints subtle and not so subtle left for u to find by the Director, which pts bt at the
obvious last "twist of tale", that almost blows ur mind, either wid utter disbelief at the
director's pretentions or his belief in our being absolutely illogical and incpable of
reason....
But i will wax eloquent abt SRK's presence, only comparison to him in that is Kareens in her
one item-song feature, the rest of the cast well played but there was nt much to do, a bit
of spice added for effects, but the brushstrokes, if there are any, r very very broad n
leaves much to speculation, whether u chose to belive or not belive, the movie is a hit on
the box office, and SRK does rule.
Every frame he fills, he leaves nothing else in ur vision, whenever he is missing frm the
scene it is almost as if u wake up frm a dream and start noticing unimportant details....
Sleek camera angles, movement, the works, and great background score ... almost a complete
album in itself...
misplaced song.. "kahike Paan".. i wud call that sort of gamble to keep the ruse of being a
remake effective... till the very end, sly and cunning are the words for Akhtar as he has
again proven himself to me one heluva smart guy, who just went laughing back to the BANK!!
On the whole, go for it, chk it out, love it, hate it, compare it, end of it, HE makes the
MONEY!! N SRK is KING!!
It is the most talked abt movie in dis season! No doubt there r critics who trash it, n
others who hail as the best movie ever by SRK. Again no doubt this is a SRK movie, n
everyone else can jus take a hike almost except perhaps prichops, but then again her role is
sleek and savy, and sexy... 'period'.
But let us talk abt the dear Director, the one who thot of this idea, to create a hype
around this movie he created and courted the not so always subtle comparisons wid the older
version... strangely all of us gave into the speculation, almost readily walking into
theatres at ticket prices of Rs. 200 each, to begin comparing it wid the original...
None of us were aware or expected... (more like, ASSSUMED!!) that this cud in anyway b an
original... for we have hailed Farhan as a genius wid a first movie hit, 'Dil Chahta Hai..'
'Lakshya', and suddenly he was making DON, y make a new movie and spend so much on
an old story when his entire recognition lay in newer stories.... but then we r perhaps nt
as foresighted as Mr. Akhtar jr...
A well calculated risk, wid a new story and a new actor, an old name and a few memries that
dragged us to the theatre, bt dnt fear after u hve seen it once, and the amazing twists are
all revealed, u wud like to go bck n may be look at the details which u may have missed, a
few hints subtle and not so subtle left for u to find by the Director, which pts bt at the
obvious last "twist of tale", that almost blows ur mind, either wid utter disbelief at the
director's pretentions or his belief in our being absolutely illogical and incpable of
reason....
But i will wax eloquent abt SRK's presence, only comparison to him in that is Kareens in her
one item-song feature, the rest of the cast well played but there was nt much to do, a bit
of spice added for effects, but the brushstrokes, if there are any, r very very broad n
leaves much to speculation, whether u chose to belive or not belive, the movie is a hit on
the box office, and SRK does rule.
Every frame he fills, he leaves nothing else in ur vision, whenever he is missing frm the
scene it is almost as if u wake up frm a dream and start noticing unimportant details....
Sleek camera angles, movement, the works, and great background score ... almost a complete
album in itself...
misplaced song.. "kahike Paan".. i wud call that sort of gamble to keep the ruse of being a
remake effective... till the very end, sly and cunning are the words for Akhtar as he has
again proven himself to me one heluva smart guy, who just went laughing back to the BANK!!
On the whole, go for it, chk it out, love it, hate it, compare it, end of it, HE makes the
MONEY!! N SRK is KING!!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
online,,,finally
OK FINALLY I HAVE A BROAD BAND CONNECTION AND I HOPE THERE WILL BE ONE POST A DAY OR ATLEAST A COUPLE A WEEK, UNLESS I FIND MY CREATIVITY FALLING APART!...
GREAT!!
BY THE WAY HAVE BEEN GIVEN A TEMPORARY GO AHEAD ON OUR PROBATION PROFILES, AND I AM JUS SIMPLY LOVING THE WORK WHICH IS QUITE A SURPRISE..
APART FROM THAT I HAVE GOT RID OF A PESKY PEST, TAMED A FLY AND MANAGED TO SNAG A INTERESTING FISH!!
TALKING IN RIDDLES????
MORE IN INSTALLMENTS!!
GREAT!!
BY THE WAY HAVE BEEN GIVEN A TEMPORARY GO AHEAD ON OUR PROBATION PROFILES, AND I AM JUS SIMPLY LOVING THE WORK WHICH IS QUITE A SURPRISE..
APART FROM THAT I HAVE GOT RID OF A PESKY PEST, TAMED A FLY AND MANAGED TO SNAG A INTERESTING FISH!!
TALKING IN RIDDLES????
MORE IN INSTALLMENTS!!
EPILOGUE
8:34 PM 10/2/2006
Here I sit today telling you the very end of the story that I never started to write.
When she heard those words rattle against every defence she had built for so many years, the realization clattered to the floor, she had been fooling herself. Wishing that she was not the cause of all the misery in his life. But standing with the purse in hand in his room she felt the horror she had meted out to him in these years.
He said that she could never create anything, even if she did she would eventually destroy it.
He said she had too many options, and her attempt to ride the waves with each foot on a different boat would hurt her at the end. Had she decided in which boat would she take the final ride?
He said she had obliterated him in one way 3 years ago and now she had obliterated him again in another way.
He said was she happy? Now what could he do for her? Bring her Tea, Coffee or Water? Would she like him to wash her feet?
He said Congratulations. He said Many many Happy returns of the day in advance cause i won't be there that time.
She did not say anything, anymore, everything was suddenly her fault, suddenly she felt like a murderer, a condemned enemy whose worst punishment could not be enough to penalise for the horrors she had committed. She let her tears well up cover her shame and abandonement of all virtues. She had turned into pure evil.
Suddenly, everything blacked out...Who has made her swear to tolerate all the insults, all the abuses? No one. She took it on her own, so why was she letting him make her feel small?
Her 'asexual' angel has once told her that she never stopped to see how much her words hurt others and that it was not always about her. She had stopped she had seen, felt and today she got it from his mouth that she had destroyed him.
And then it hit her like a wave, she had just avenged herself for all the pain she had to feel all these years.
Yes it was just that!
There was nothing more to feel guilty for, all her attempts had finally borne fruit. All those days she had prayed to be able to face him once and know how miserable he was without her and one day to be able to stand in front of him in his house and see him at her feet. They had all come true at a time she had least expected it. But it was there for her to see, he was grovelling in the dust she had vanquished her vanquisher. Her Angel was wrong.
Now all that remains are a few lost strands to tuck in.
Standing under the shower she let all her memories, pain, hurt, guilt wash away and she knew she had ultimately buried it all, the past and the hatered she had felt and stowed away somewhere.
She became aware of the truth in words like when your heart is truly broken and pained someone feels it, and the universe conjures a path imperceptably that leads you to the final release of all the pain.
She understood the meaning of the words revenge is a dish best served cold.
She saw the meaning of a woman's heart is deeper than an ocean.
She realised she did not have to do anything anymore....
Everthing was just right.
Here I sit today telling you the very end of the story that I never started to write.
When she heard those words rattle against every defence she had built for so many years, the realization clattered to the floor, she had been fooling herself. Wishing that she was not the cause of all the misery in his life. But standing with the purse in hand in his room she felt the horror she had meted out to him in these years.
He said that she could never create anything, even if she did she would eventually destroy it.
He said she had too many options, and her attempt to ride the waves with each foot on a different boat would hurt her at the end. Had she decided in which boat would she take the final ride?
He said she had obliterated him in one way 3 years ago and now she had obliterated him again in another way.
He said was she happy? Now what could he do for her? Bring her Tea, Coffee or Water? Would she like him to wash her feet?
He said Congratulations. He said Many many Happy returns of the day in advance cause i won't be there that time.
She did not say anything, anymore, everything was suddenly her fault, suddenly she felt like a murderer, a condemned enemy whose worst punishment could not be enough to penalise for the horrors she had committed. She let her tears well up cover her shame and abandonement of all virtues. She had turned into pure evil.
Suddenly, everything blacked out...Who has made her swear to tolerate all the insults, all the abuses? No one. She took it on her own, so why was she letting him make her feel small?
Her 'asexual' angel has once told her that she never stopped to see how much her words hurt others and that it was not always about her. She had stopped she had seen, felt and today she got it from his mouth that she had destroyed him.
And then it hit her like a wave, she had just avenged herself for all the pain she had to feel all these years.
Yes it was just that!
There was nothing more to feel guilty for, all her attempts had finally borne fruit. All those days she had prayed to be able to face him once and know how miserable he was without her and one day to be able to stand in front of him in his house and see him at her feet. They had all come true at a time she had least expected it. But it was there for her to see, he was grovelling in the dust she had vanquished her vanquisher. Her Angel was wrong.
Now all that remains are a few lost strands to tuck in.
Standing under the shower she let all her memories, pain, hurt, guilt wash away and she knew she had ultimately buried it all, the past and the hatered she had felt and stowed away somewhere.
She became aware of the truth in words like when your heart is truly broken and pained someone feels it, and the universe conjures a path imperceptably that leads you to the final release of all the pain.
She understood the meaning of the words revenge is a dish best served cold.
She saw the meaning of a woman's heart is deeper than an ocean.
She realised she did not have to do anything anymore....
Everthing was just right.
Again Once more! ... ...
10:01 AM 10/1/2006
NEVER SAY NEVER!
It is ironic that on a beautiful day like today when all my plans seemed in a disarray suddenly something happened and i am again in the midst of a lot of ferverent activity. Eternally have i found myself crying over milk that has not been spilt. Strangely i never seem to learn.People i have said grey, wet and bleary goodbyes to have returned; sometimes to haunt me. But nonetheless returned when i thought i would never see them again. It is a miniscule moment in time when i feel all the weight of the world on my shoulders driving my knees into the hard ground, as i collapse under the heavy lashes of stormy weather. But there have been hidden silver linings in every dark cloud that has engulfed my blue sky, and i have been short sighted (which in real life i am) in finding it least of all being aware that it exists somewhere.
A trance number circulates through the torpid air of my room as the beats find nails to hammer into my brain, and the pain, oh so numb do i feel that every sensation has ceased and i am a person, no longer a human, i am one with the world, an entity and nothing more or nothing less. all i can feel are the corrugated edges of the keyboard as my fingertips dance along them, my eyes are unfocussed on the immidiate white screen that stares blankly at me and flickers here and there as each word is etched on its surface.
I go back to a tune that i had long forgotten, the spiralling memories flood me no more, and suddenly i find that the creativity in all its objectivity peaking through the masses of self-loathing, guilt, remorse.
Althoough this is meant to be a place for realities i find myself drawn towards thoughts that become more and more global, moving from the narrow personal hates and loves, may be thats how great writers are born or may be thats how filthy hacks decide in their own delusion that they have achieved enlightenment in writing about human life, love and emotions!!
SARCASTIC!! am I??
Nothing is over till everything is over, and this world has not ended and perhaps will not in a long time, then by my logic i will keep returning to the losses and gains i have made over the years in my life. A short life that i keep writing about saving it in this virtual realm has but begun and yet words echo thoughts that are centuries old. I wonder when we learnt to communicate did we also learn the basic motiffs that describe the pains and sorrows...
Do animals feel sad, or are we the only one of God's creatures foredoomed by our original sin to sorrow and pain?
"Sorrow", and here we celebrate human thoughts that speak/ sing of our saddest thoughts. Exhalting in the superlative, the melancholia, and so I sit quite unlike my favorite poets and tapping at a black mass gathering stray thoughts to bind into a book, A book of life; My Life!
NEVER SAY NEVER!
It is ironic that on a beautiful day like today when all my plans seemed in a disarray suddenly something happened and i am again in the midst of a lot of ferverent activity. Eternally have i found myself crying over milk that has not been spilt. Strangely i never seem to learn.People i have said grey, wet and bleary goodbyes to have returned; sometimes to haunt me. But nonetheless returned when i thought i would never see them again. It is a miniscule moment in time when i feel all the weight of the world on my shoulders driving my knees into the hard ground, as i collapse under the heavy lashes of stormy weather. But there have been hidden silver linings in every dark cloud that has engulfed my blue sky, and i have been short sighted (which in real life i am) in finding it least of all being aware that it exists somewhere.
A trance number circulates through the torpid air of my room as the beats find nails to hammer into my brain, and the pain, oh so numb do i feel that every sensation has ceased and i am a person, no longer a human, i am one with the world, an entity and nothing more or nothing less. all i can feel are the corrugated edges of the keyboard as my fingertips dance along them, my eyes are unfocussed on the immidiate white screen that stares blankly at me and flickers here and there as each word is etched on its surface.
I go back to a tune that i had long forgotten, the spiralling memories flood me no more, and suddenly i find that the creativity in all its objectivity peaking through the masses of self-loathing, guilt, remorse.
Althoough this is meant to be a place for realities i find myself drawn towards thoughts that become more and more global, moving from the narrow personal hates and loves, may be thats how great writers are born or may be thats how filthy hacks decide in their own delusion that they have achieved enlightenment in writing about human life, love and emotions!!
SARCASTIC!! am I??
Nothing is over till everything is over, and this world has not ended and perhaps will not in a long time, then by my logic i will keep returning to the losses and gains i have made over the years in my life. A short life that i keep writing about saving it in this virtual realm has but begun and yet words echo thoughts that are centuries old. I wonder when we learnt to communicate did we also learn the basic motiffs that describe the pains and sorrows...
Do animals feel sad, or are we the only one of God's creatures foredoomed by our original sin to sorrow and pain?
"Sorrow", and here we celebrate human thoughts that speak/ sing of our saddest thoughts. Exhalting in the superlative, the melancholia, and so I sit quite unlike my favorite poets and tapping at a black mass gathering stray thoughts to bind into a book, A book of life; My Life!
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