Faith departed. Has it happened too soon?

Faith.
I have lost faith. would that also mean passion? yes. I have officially lost it.
Ok. Human nature is predominantly and is unabashedly ruled by Desire.And if you stare even for a second around you, you will see people battling for a bargain, saving money, using it for another of their artificial necessities. You don't stop. And when you do, you begin writing this piece like I am doing right now, to get it off your chest. To contemplate and find an answer. And most of you just don't. Because there are a lots of things to do. I had them too, but seems like I lost my path, and no one showed me the way. To get away from it all we listen to songs. Most songs we hear, are always melancholic, sad or contemplative, wondering, most times I am trying to picture someone who could fit that song, how am I supposed to relate to it otherwise? So the ones don't fit in. I just don't listen. That's how you ask your friends to help you with a good set of contemplative songs/ ghazals / happy/ fun/ sleazy/ songs, so that they elevate that mood for you.That's the way it works. But songs are one of the best temporary solutions you can find, besides shopping and food and friends. I saw this movie, the other day, Pursuit of happyness. It's a briliant story, and I want to feel that way. I really do. But my faith has departed. It's hard to bring it back, I need to live for something, that truly means something to me, and once I do, maybe I should find it sooner, or else it will be too late.

* Ironically as soon as I posted this, my player sang this song " AAshayein" from the movie Iqbal :)

Maybe there's still hope left, or I just need to wake up to find that spirit.

Today is the day when I clean my keyboard. :)

This is to remind me, to take care of somethings left undone.

Another uneventfuls

ok ok. won't discuss supernatural powers or anything like that or the Sahaja yoga....damn! but I discovered something, that is important to me. And there, I don't care what you think. Thank god! WE CAN'T SEE GOD, OR I'D BE RATHER BORED BY HIS DIKTAT, AND I WOULDN'T HAVE HOPE LEFT!

Anyways, it was a relatively fine day. I am quite close to being broke, that's probably why I shun the roadside bhel. I live a normal life, get excited on fridays, spend weekends contemplating about anything under the sun, then give a lazy stretch on sunday nights, and sulk at the thought of mondays. Bas, nothing great has happened in this Creative's mind so far. I just love cooking up whacky ideas, that only a few intelligent people like me get( hehe). Guess what?! I SAW AN AD FROM THE New York festivals, and my idea was in there. Damn, isn't that great?! But my boss knows, and well forget about it, I don't want to tell you how it went, because it doesn't matter, because he dint make a big deal out of it. Damn! anyways, maybe a lil moreeeeeeeeee hardwork, should be applied, to win this war.

HMPF! G'nite and really good dreams, but not so good, that they'd make you want to sleep even more, to get that one nice smooch from that love you recently found interesting ;)

Au revoir!

Some things left to be said.

I had wanted to write this piece for a long time. I didn't get a chance to. I enjoyed every bit of the escape I had desperately wanted to achieve. And even put my 'passion' at risk. and went to an Alumni party.
It was fabulous. Because there were a few familiar faces. Thats the beauty of life. when you get to smile at a person, and he/she smiles back.It's beautiful. We shed our inhibitions, I let the rum take the better of me and gave in to the lull of the music.It was grand.I did miss a few people. Yes Shreeja I missed you, very much. We just went crazy. The entire feel was more like, hey we are MICAns and its our party. Damn. It felt splendid. I haven't danced so much since I've been back. I recieved a call, from a very old friend of mine, and I felt a twinge of emotion that every Bridget Jones would feel. But Alas, every dog shall have his day.

Lesbians, gays what's the deal anyways? There's this one guy I know, who came out of the closet. Admitted it, in a cult magazine, and well, he's quite hot I must say. but then when you go deeper, you probably just don't realise, what they are talking about, until you're one of them. It came as a shock. But then, it was alright. It was about, just letting some things be. Not imploring so much, or giving so much thought to it. Sexual attraction or lust, they are relative. friendship and love, they are too, but whats the validity? When do you realise you're gay, a touch, a look. Is it just hormones. Is it convenience? Is it ridiculous, or is it just normal?

I found the answer to life, the other day, while I pondered and discussed with my mom and hten told Dad, he said, he'd be back with an answer in 2 days, today was Day 1, i am waiting for Day 2. When he actually puts up a fight. When I had the answer to the purpose and the working of the universe, I felt empty, like after this, what? And my head started aching tremendously. But I still have a job to do. I have to go on living.

:) and a smile is the best way to begin a day right!

Prime Movie - 2005-* Meryl Streep, Uma Thurman, Bryan Greenberg

Saw this movie, on a lazy saturday afternoon, munching on lays and some Maggi.

It is a different take, as far as romantic comedies go.
Meryl Streep, acts as a Shrink, who lives a strict, conservative Jewish life. Her son, whose life seems to be suppressed, is caught in the daily trials of living a Jewish life and the Great American dream. Uma Thurman, has recently been divorced, lives the life of a model producer, in sexy Manhattan and is looking for love, and surprisingly, finds it with a 23 year old. I won't reveal the plot here.

If you're a perspective movie-watcher , you'd like the movie. Uma Thurman's visits her shrink, and like all people, she loves to go in great detail, about every aspect of her monotonous, sad life. Well, and the poor shrink has to just humour her. And she does. She does a perfectly good job at it. Bryan Greenberg, is a young boy, who falls head over heels with Uma Thurman, when he meets her at a disco, she's his dancing queen. Well, he calls her up, they meet for dinner. She lets go, they kiss in the garden, while they discuss their age. And well, Kaboom! they are in a relationship. Brilliant, ain't it? Yes. She lets herself go, for a little bit of fun. And well, her Shrink leads her on. Everything is fine, Amazing sex, Amazing conversations despite the 14 year old difference. Boy 23, Girl 37. Well, mid life crisis, isn't bothering her so much. But, she isn't giving this relationship her all, that's her problem. She keeps asking her Shrink, if she's doing the right thing. Meryl Streep on the other hand, is caught in two different worlds, and she has to fight her own war, and she does it beautifully well(Man, I just love this woman!). David, learns and discovers himself. Uma, has a wonderful rebound period. And Meryl, she gets along, and life goes as planned for her, just the realisation changes her completely, maybe we all are learning.Thats what life is, an incredible experience!

I had fun, watching this movie. But, I writhed once. But it goes alright, something like "Little Children". But, I guess, America has much more mature thinking going around, than what they make us believe, but they do have their own share of Miss South Carolina's too.

Who are we to judge, some of my best directors come from the US. I am not complaining.


P.S: The point is, you watch the movie or not, it will just give u a peek in the life of those celebrities who are dating older women, and what their life could be like. Meaningful or just plain fun? Well, you decide.

And we raised the Trophy! not the finger ...lol

Ah We won! At last.

Yes, this is the wonderful game of cricket I am talking about.And India won. Finally.The crowd at Johannesburg was a mini India really, with flags unfurled, and the roar of an Indian cricket maniac reverberated in my ear even after the chaos had died down!Boy! it was a match to have " Not missed". It reinstilled my faith in this lethargic team, and I felt immense pride as the boys ran in the ground parading with my Indian flag. I normally don't watch cricket matches so much, but a match with Australia and Pakistan and Sri Lanka are one of those that Keep me hooked on to the Television set.







This match had me and my mom in splits. Coz of nervousness, of course. Its funny how, when when Pakistan could have easily scored those 158 runs, nobody could do a Yuvraj, by giving 6 sixes in an over.We changed the channel, when 7 balls were left, to Sony Pix, where this fat old guy from Robin Hood's team falls into a puddle, and starts struggling and only when Robin helps him up, he says thank you for saving my life. LOL. We couldn't stop laughing. We waited for shouts to emerge, to know if someone had taken a wicket. And in a minute or two we did. We swapped the channel to ESPN, and there it was written, in quite modest letters: India win by 5 runs. Oh it looked so brilliant.




One thing for sure. The captain of the Pakistani cricket team, when he comes to the podium,after receiving his medal, to chat with Ravi Shastri, he thanks the Muslims in the world,And when Irfan Pathan comes to chat with Ravi, he says, Insha allah, as he began saying his thank you. Its like God was on both the sides. It was only the skills that mattered today,and a little bit of luck.


I must say, hats off to Dhoni, for being a wonderful Captain, with an aggressive spirit and a steady mind.

Keep making us proud, as they CHAK DE INDIA!

P.S: Shahrukh Khan was there to cheer on, but the boys surely took the limelight, and SRK looked like one happy Indian, who couldn't contain himself as he lifted Harbhajan paaji up in the air!

I am just talking whatever is in my head right now, thats all.

Stretch. Pull your arms at the back, give that lazy smile, and return to the normal position. WOW. that feels real good, right?
Ok, Have bunked worked today, and the inspiration has not only come from avoiding the unwanted puddles that reside at the station, with peoples spittoon mixed in them, the dirty platforms, educated women who cud easily be recruited in the profession of fisher folk, its also my Boss. Its annoying. To face all this and then get comfy in at your desk, where the only people you find yourself reciprocating with are your 30-something colleagues. There is a grand desire to stop and stare at the computer and listen to the silence. Which is often and most occasionally being disturbed by the unnerving, unstable, and hyperactive copywriter. Yes, that would be me. Wow, but being a copywriter who writes about medicines and advertises them to just make a hit with the doctor. let me tell you, that advertising is a lot more than what we do here. We are merely the super puppets of our servicing agents who are the puppets of the clients. My servicing head is really impressive, sometimes I think that he's more smarter than my Boss...lol.

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But you don't expect an agency looking like a you'd be walking in the emergency room next.Thats what my wonderful little world where I spend my 13 hours of my life at, looks like. Yea, I have a handful. And well, each day, I just possibly try to get along. And it hits you, when your work isn't approved, or more likely not liked as to the tuning of your servicing people's inclinations.Yea, well who cares really? I do, becoz my job is on the line right. One of the agencies who happens to pay a lot more to copywriters. A hell lot more. So the question should be. We are such suckers for money. Haven't we all heard. Money makes the world go round. Nah not only that.

Money makes your world, lick you, walk with you, walk behind you, trail you, fan you, call you for meetings, parties, heck even for conversations, so that they get some dope on your basics, or where u learned them from. Bastards. Liars. Hell, who cares of such fake people. We rather leave them at the doorstep and never meet.

I walk this world with my head held high, and when I remember things that have hurt people, I realise I am just human, and walk away with a little guilt in my heart.

profound eh?

Bah!