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'Haves' and 'Have-nots'

Monday, December 22, 2008 1 Comments

He said- "Congratulate me! I got my promotion letter"

I said- "Congratulations for the promotion. So, now the divide between 'haves' and 'have-nots' have further increased". :-)

He said- "What are you saying? I am getting this after 'X' years.

I said- "Oh Great! Now it will be easy for you to empathesize with me".

He smirked and left to show his letter to others.

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Thou shalt’ do the Dance

Sunday, December 21, 2008 1 Comments

Do you want to change the world? Then start dancing!

Yeah and all you have to do is ask God to give you, an opportunity to dance. Ask and your will, will be done. But you have to ask and opportunities will be generated. Why opportunity? When you ask God for patience, he won’t pepper you up with patience but gives opportunity to be patient. Ask for courage, he bestows opportunity to be courageous. Like wise, he gives an opportunity to love when we pray for closeness, and not zap with warm, fuzzy feeling. Does he? He gives an opportunity to love each other, together, side by side. So once the opportunity is created, do the dancing.

Not geographies, not seers, Pledge your allegiance to the flag of God and his democracy on which stands a realm under almighty, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. And he will stand by you, side by side.

Talk to god and he will talk to you back. Answer in all ways you can understand. If you won’t, ask him for another sign…and your will, will be delivered.

He has plans on us and not designs. He sails us through most difficult times and test at even the easiest one. He implanted Noah’s ark and it was not about wrath and anger or May be it was, but in all essence it stood primarily for love. For believing in each other and standing together, by each other, even in the most impossible of situation. He bought all his loved ones in pair, standing by each other… side by side J

He did the same many times over and continues to do so. All he wants from us is to stand, yeah…side by side.

At time we wonder, what need we go through testing times, is the trouble worth? We question him, followed by anger, denials and even non belief. We ask him to love us less if its all for the heck of his love for us, fight with him at every steps of those acts only to recoil back to him, sooner or later. Like an angry child, who squabbles, shove around, then calms down and retreats to the mother’s lap.

I wondered where he was on 4th of October one fateful year. He says, I will let you know. You wondered what good he has for us on 9/11 or 11/9. He says, ask yourselves. You want something, he says done. You ask when? He replies when the time comes. You question again- when is the right time. He smiles and say- Now, keep trying.

And then tell him that since he has taken you to this and you went in it together, you shall get out of it with him, together, side by side.

So, you have a choice to wait and watch the world changing or start dancing. We must be change, we wish to see. We have waited enough to watch. Its time, do the dance.

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Shobha, Sari & Shah Rukh!!!

Saturday, December 20, 2008 2 Comments

The "war of words" takes an interesting turn...Dunno how it started and ended [if et al]... Here's an excerpt with the new twist-
SRK: "She is a cynism dressed in a designer sari, she wakes up every morning and decides who she should target that day, so that she can sell few more saris".
S De: "I have got some matching bangles too for you and i really think you will look lovely in one of my designer sarees!!!
Fiddle Dee dee.. the twist-
Sonam Kapoor: "She [Ms De]is a 40 year old porn writer who needs to wear glasses until she starts calling Deepika padukone Sexy".
??!!???

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The cavemen & his club

Saturday, December 20, 2008 , 1 Comments




Globdyne Corporation tanks off and the estranged employee after months of struggling and subsequent bankruptcy, resorts to stealing, robberies, marijuana, secret stakes etc…while some frankstein of a CEO was busy shooting the big game

Well that’s how the movie takes off but not how it is narrated or even ended. “Fun with Dick & Jane” is a movie all about the how Dick Harper’ begins, proceeds and ends this caper with quintessential Jim Carey comedy. It’s about the not so funny things that happen to real people, when the leaders they work for, fail to live up the organizational trust. It’s very lonely at top, risky and non contributing too. Over paid Top management is such a mockery of collective dreams, not necessarily American dreams. Instead of cutting our perks, our growth, pl cut their scotch, golf and “how do they want their eggs in breakfast”.

Anyways, I promised myself to keep my reviews sweet and KISSable [Keep It Short & Simple moron]. Like my presentations, I shall keep this short too [not on expectations though].
What I loved most in this movie-
- The “elevator” to VP- Corp Communication.
- Dick’s first day at home
- Job interview at pyramids
- Kentucky bluegrass
- Jin ku paw
- Sprinkling family shower
- Guero Mexicana
- First loot
- Mercedes, off!
- A18 stampin



Jim Carey and his Hon are a delight to watch. Esp. the bit when Carey burgles at the pyramid’ guy and while rephrasing the lawn. NO teary stuff, strong message and good laughs. If you are not interested to purchase, call BigFlix and get it home delivered at marginally lesser cost.

Whoa! Honey. Now that's a way how pension fund crumbles?

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Jack & Jill

Monday, December 15, 2008 7 Comments


Jack and Jill,
Went up to the hill
To build a house n live happily ever after!
Jill chucked down
Broke her crown
While, Jack went off with some Julie smarter.

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The great Indian Idle Challenge: Do you have it in you?

Sunday, December 14, 2008 , 2 Comments



I am politically challenged and that’s no revelation. But why am I one, is an anonymity which doesn’t bother elaboration.


The grand invasion of reality shows, opened many vistas to wannabe’s, in India & abroad. Wannabe singers, dancers, hooligan bikers, daredevils, millionaires, size zeroes [brain or waist? Oops], actors, jokers and god knows what, ruling the TRP roost on otherwise “sauce-boo hoo” dominated idiot box. You see the more mediocre it gets, more popular it becomes [2nd Law of airtime; let the 1st law be].

The competition, at least, is getting real and the market saturating. So time for plan B. New joinees, you said?

Hmmm …from Rakhi Sawant’s choli [dress] to antakshri’ holi[festival of colors] to raju shrivastava’ thitholi[stand up comedies] to Sa re ga ma’ Mouli to MTV Roadies Toli[gang] to err Kunal Kohli. We seem to have ignored our great Indian Politician, who’s been quite a butt and smut and inspiration behind the stupendous success of all reality TV, needs to claim up its extended territory. Imagine the kind of thrill their real life nautanki will bring to reel life! And TRP ratings too!!!

Quite a prospect and am sure our audience will welcome it with open SMSes. Remember a certain face pack called Rahul Mahajan at big boss? A la “Big gross” oops or “Kaun banega Neta” or “Neta baliye” or “Neta Circus”. Whoa, what an idea Sirji!!!

Cool. What next? Screening! Some selected correspondents [pref journalists] will travel all geographies esp the mafia infested ones & short list candidates for “parliament round” where all the wannabe’s will compete in a violence round [Survival of the fittest u see]. Survivors will be taken to the next level and so on exhibiting their sordid political aspirations through mock rounds on booth capturing, scamming-scheming, MLA kidnapping, under the table etiquettes [bribe taking], murders et cetera till we get our perfect “Indian Politician” fresh out of the kill oops kiln.

The recipe is ready, now churning the essential ingredients for all you aspired ones. Let’s run through a quick guideline for some prime eligibility criteria.

To become a politician in India, you must meet the following criterion –
1. You are a criminal or have an insalubrious background
2. You have no education or experience to qualify for the job
3. You like to ride high on other people’ expenses
4. You have never been to prison despite criminal activities
5. Or you have been here and done that… it’s your second home
6. You are well connected (sordid Builders/Industrialist/ Mafias et al)
7. You are a staunch believer of appeasement in the name of secularism
8. You were terrorist/dacoit once, now change of heart or business model
9. You have high resentment towards ethics, discipline, honesty and hard work.
10. You are a rat of the highest order [future public servant who fear to travel alone in public but escorted by a mobile citadel with caravan of state paid body guards]

Phew! Looks like a sort of “10 commandments for being an Indian Politician”.

So, time to get in to the action and start rolling- Lights, sounds, Camera and Action.


Rolling in the credits
Sponsors: Lok sabha & Rajya sabha
Judges: 1. Lalu Prasad Yadav 2. Amar Singh 3. Mamta ben Bannerjee 4. Behen Mayawati 5. Raj thackerey 6. Uma Bharti [just in case if the wannabe’s fizzle; judges will sizzle]
Prize: The winner will be appointed as Deputy Additional PM [perks included]
Associated producers: Any enterprising production houses [read deep pocketed]
Channel: Chameleon TV

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It’s that time of the year again!!!

Thursday, December 11, 2008 , 1 Comments

And those 3 magical words…ummmm

Mid term Review AKA PMS may be elaborated differently from its closely heteronymous cousin but trust me both aches in a way almost the same. Exceptionally when it is the last day for update and whole wide company is logged in the same quagmire. And yeah! while one claims to be productive, i wonder what the other forfeits to be?

The entire tryst challenged me with some usual learning-

1. Why our IT and allies always play kaput when we need them most?
[Did I hear you say- IT sucks?]2. Why everybody has a standard reply in the face of utmost paradox?
3. Why “last dates” do get extended when I finish my update on or before time?
4. What does ePMS reach when the entire exercise frights like a menopause?
5. Why my job sucks?
6. Why should I have someone as my performance reviewer who seats miles away and I doubt, barely knows if I exist?
7. Why my job sucks?
8. Why do we have a column which says “remarks after the joint discussion”, when there is no joint discussion? [Did you actually said- HR sucks?]
9. How come IT [information technology for uninitiated] UAT scores 100% compliance when everyday my mail box is flooded with messages like” A system runtime error; B system outage, Internet not functional, downtime notification of system a to z” etc?
10. How could I insight my fellow colleague to fill in her details ASAP as a contingency against the highly ahem reliable system but failed to do same for myself?
11. Why does corporatism sucks yaar? [At times though]
12. Does my job really suck?

12+.. Is this point no 13?

Hmmm the mute spectator’s agony revolves around his insistence that he faced a Hobson’s choice but still had to comply and act as a mute spectator does!!!

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Love Actually!!!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008 4 Comments

With any luck by next year
I’ll be going out with any of these charmers



But for now let me say
Without hope or agenda
Just because its Christmas and Christmas u tell the truth
To me, you are perfect
And my wasted heart will love you
Until u look like this

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Procrastination is many stupendous things!!!

Tuesday, December 02, 2008 0 Comments

Oh no! I can’t let this happen again…there’s plenty of thoughts sailing inside, waiting to ripple over my keyboard and be expressed. But as always I found myself napping on the wrong side of laziness and kept napping. It’s gonna be twilight and i must get out of the siesta and sail…

I know what you are thinking? Well, I never claimed to be creative!!! But I never, not claimed to be trying my hand into being one!!! :-)

So, I must write and write again before the itsy bitsy of my followers get drawn away to some other “Coffee and creams”. Oops not intended!

You know the biggest problem with perfection? It’s just that in order for trying for one, we limit ourselves too much to go out and stretch out loud. Too much with the fear of rejection or loosing all those accolades which our art [or the fart of it] ever bought to us. He he… I won’t let myself down and must scribble something. Aw well, must post something. As a lot have been scribbled and dribbled though….all it needs is to be poured and it will be poured soon…So, keep glued [my whatever few followers]. Till I swoosh back with another of my weirdo. Yo hooo….

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Shaken & Stirred!!!

Tuesday, December 02, 2008 , , 2 Comments

Here stays a nation, amidst all chaos, plunders and ill will. But the question is- For how long?

There’s a lot said, written and being done [reactively or the usual keywords viz- poll campaigns, award functions for martyrs, petty compensations, media coverage, blame games, political foo-fraws, new plots for otherwise mundane tv shows, even chain mails etc] on the recent, yet another terrorism tragedy in Mumbai. Except one thing- the Preventive & Precautionary Action!!! And hey, am not considering all those farce [sorry for the expression] going around in the name of it.

While we are busy debating on our "BEST" disaster management, my question still remains unanswered. Why do we need terrors and tragedies everyday to remind us of our cost centre [in all caps] called “Disaster management”?

Well India is awakening [Jago re, alpha dopomines], awakening to a better future ah well, & bigger tragedies too??!?? Every minute of our lives, that we work hard, sweating out family and personal dreams to keep the economy moving, flourishing, to safe guard the nation, which ironically is more threatened by its own internal malefactors than world at large.

Ahoy! Mr. terrorists, why wasting your energies, resources etc to hurt us? Leave it on our great leaders [read politicians, industrialists, cricket rewards n' remuneratiosn and many others], who are in higher abundance than you are. Arre!!! We have home made sudh marka MNS' guarantee on the patent called "mumbai", who leaves no "stone" or "terrain" unturned to accomplish their KRA's. Why bother? BTW its a breach on their "selected marathi khadus" rights that non mumbaikars are evading. Why MNS is quite and letting non mumbaikar infiltrate their terror territory, running "deadly-hood" when they don't let so called outsiders to earn simple livelihood?? Huh! chaha pee ke jagun re pore. Ever wonder what greatest good your brains would bring to nation when you start thinking positively & ethically.

Taj, Trident were risked, damaged but will be restored eventually. But can you re create Hemant karkare, Unnikrishnan and others from their ashes and give back to their shattered families? Resign you must, but will it revert the avoidable? For, what should we motivate our youngsters to join armed forces? To lay their lives for the greeds of so called khadi tuxedoes brigade?

[Realize, Men or women, when a person dies, he/she doesn’t die alone. With them the entire family, spouse, children, lots of dreams and smiles die and cremated all together. Yeah buddy, it’s a cliché but this cliché is grasping the whole tribe off late.]
Greed! Well, I understand, has metamorphsed into the basic premise for the jhandabaaz’s selection to the “Kursi” and “Satta”. Ah, Satta [power] and Satta [gamble] not just sound similar [Heteronymous] but are Siamese twins of Indian politics, joined from hands [hands in gloves too].

TOI published a great remark by one of our many wise sinister oops minister, who allegedly said- “Bade bade sehro main aise chote chote events hote rote hai. See we have worked and lessened the impact. For only 200 people got killed when they were supposedly 1000s”. Right said Mr. Leader. We well deserved this to “Jago re” and voted you.

India is not sleeping, it is burning! It’s disheartening to see a majestic country burning like this. And burnt through whose hands? Its own refuge who believes that burning up the world will calm the fire inside them. Reason whatsoever and logic be damned.

Am I sad or angry? Or do I feel helpless? No, I feel funny. In a country of above a billion people, people who are among the best thinkers, scientist, artists, and wealth creators in the world but not even a single leader. No infrastructure that scans & filters the infiltrations at first instance. [Even if it does, we are so inspired by “lifebuoy’s mujhe kuch nahi ho sakta’ ad that we throw all caution to winds and seas off course!!! Weeding out is no leader’s business but weeping is surely the fate of innocent voters]. No single politician who take anybody else’ life seriously. Hey, Dare you say “Jago re again!

Despite the fact that my city is burning, my trains/buses are not safe, the food I eat is remotely unadulterated, the air I breathe is toxicated, I have no choice but to keep walking the debris, the debacle of all that mortality heaps me into and slog as I must to keep my remaining uncertain breaths alive and keep slogging on till mortality warps me fully.

And hey! Don’t plagiarize it by calling “Spirit of Mumbai”. It ain’t any spirit but choice less option of the common men and women. Spirit, is when the common brigade turns it plight on and wreath such sinister at the residences/offices of the so called admins of the nation. Its not "spirit" but a lack of it.

This as it is not enough. Above it, am made to pay my hard earned, my earnest money as tax for the maintenance of big sarkari bungalows, posh lifestyles of illiterate politicians, Netas and MLAs, for their electoral, bashes? Or is it for coping with improper road, dirty drains, “always under construction sites” esp. during monsoons or for highly polluted natural resources & monuments, endangered natural resources?!??

So, am I sad or angry? Or, am I just shaken, stirred and as helpless as many others. Just as mute, blind and deaf monkey as “Bapu” envisioned the citizens of this country, some monkey years ago.

I don’t know. Nor am I looking for any more answers. It’s so futile.

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What did little birdie say: Let’s not worry about those who came through boats, but let’s be seriously worry about those who came through votes and notes!!!

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"Draw-a-yawn-aaaahhh"

It hurts! Having spend a 200 of INR on a precious Sunday morning at Inox, sitting through a neo-surrealism of this sort. C’mon, we must encourage the new creative ideas in film making. So let’s go and watch Ramchand Pakistani instead. At least it impresses.

Ok fine, since its 'bout “Drown-a” oops "Drona" here, let’s quickly run through our checklist.
Big budget-Present Sir;
Impressive star cast- Present sir;
Grand visuals- Me too present sir;
Senseless scripting- terribly present;
Even more senseless treatment- Affluently Present sir;
Wasted good talent- [Sigh] present sir.

Also, making their presence impeccably felt were- Stunt Overdose, Emotional brouhaha, High decibel direct borrowing from Hollywood fantasies brigade, And sherwani of a super hero!!! [Quite a cloak n dagger affair] Seems little Goldie went too far researching for his movie in DVD parlor and museums!!! Tsch Tsch, Mr. editing table.

Well not all that begins well ends well too. The prelude on the “Legend of Drona”, drawing fine correlation with Indian mythology- “the Sagar Manthan” was a very good tactic. [The evident resemblance to Eklavya could be ignored]. But what followed was quite tasteless.

A bad postscript to a good prelude, indeed! The poison spewing family, Overdone KK, Yellow “transporter” kind car, an out of place item no amidst the lost world and what was that- a introduction bit of a song???!!!?? My buddy from pages of my Chennai travel-logue, John Paul [an American bicycled to Tamil hinterland] would ve rechristened it as “Clown-a” [our abridged version of the vernacular flavor where every sentence/word ends with a sweet “aa” sound]. No offense da.

Pri Chops was a delight to watch. I strongly feel her wardrobe would ve tailored a better version for our smart Indian superhero. Think through. At least he wouldn’t have turned up looking like “Durban of drona”.

AB Jr is such a good actor that sometimes he really sleep walk through his role. Yeah, in this one particular he was actually sleeping most of the time [may be when camera was rolling], well so were we. Looks like his buddy behl behl-aoed [belled] him into this gory, by telling- “my dear, lets have a picnic on our sets and I shall give you enough resting time in between your other movie shoots”.
I am still an AB sr fan [even after nishabd] & think it would’ve been more interesting if he played the superhero. Not that I do not like JR but Sr. would’ve salvaged some viewer ship/ eye candy[he still] for the otherwise dud project. It hurts when some directors makes such a fool of their stars.

[Time for a disclaimer: talking about the crass called Nishabd, Mr. Bachchan shouldn’t be bought into guilt. This mess, once again was the crap a certain MR. RGV’s Factory harvested, a man who seem to be on a one word mission to bring down the glory of the former. Don’t agree? Recalled something called “Aag”?]

Drona had almost all the ingredients to become an entertaining movie [yes off course if you exclude Miss New knit Nishant and her over the top Punjabi ghetto; revamp the start point of the movie to create viewer’s interest and hope. And for God sake some meat to hero's role]. Alas the over confidence and too many mystic blue petals swamped the desert and made Drona such a “Drowny” affair.

The movie is visually inspired by many, but engrossing as none. A classic case of confused identity and screenplay, from promising to heady. IMHO, a true superhero movie should be more unique, imbibing and creatively stimulating.
[BTW, did I say “déjà vu to Da Vinci code”??!??]

Anyways, my little naughty niece who wants me to paint or play dandiya with her, is growing very impatient with my “Drona” bazi and threatening me to close it before she erases it all. And she is quite capable of doing it [apni mammy pe jo gayi hai; oops my cousin sis for uninitiated], I must quickly wrap it up with small postmortem on- Why Krish worked & Drona didn’t?

1. Krish had a very niche audience- Kids. And they targeted them well. So much that they sketched, presented and merchandized the movie to the alpha pups, all profitably.
Drona, must surely be targeted at the elderly [septuagenarians and above]. And how many of ‘em would go to watch movies at multiplexes? [In fact I asked one of my Nani if she would like to watch Drona and she said Nah! Lets go “Rock on” instead to watch good bahu Prachi Desai].

2. Unlike Drona, which got meddled up between “that age & this age & futuristic”, Krish had one consistent backdrop throughout the movie.

3. Krish’ hero was very contemporary, sweated all his breathtaking stunts himself and still kept the charm on. It’s atrocious to waste AB jr. in Drona.

4. Good, strategically placed music [read cash registers ringing from music rights, VAS business]

5. Alternate business of VAS, merchandizing etc a la spider man was well scoped as well tapped by Krish. Remember Krish mask et all? Now tell me which kid would like to wear the tika/sherwani kind of stuff our new superzero wore? Unless the movie is declared huge hit! Yeah, the sword could ve been fun but such toys are banned, you see.
6.Last but not the least. Superheroes don’t have bodyguards’ Puhleeze.

Inspired if you must, Pl go ahead and bring a DVD home. Use it for your HR psychometric tests on a 5 factor ranking scale. For instance-
Duration of movie watched [in minutes] v/s Patience levelLess than 20 minutes - Not so Bad
>=20 and <= 30 - Good
>=30 and <= 60 - Very good
>=60 and <= 90 - Excellent
>90 minutes - Genius

Synonyms: Draw-a-yawn-aah, Drone-a, Drown-a, Darao-na, Darawana [scary in Hindi], Dharo-na [idea in Bengali. PS: what an idea sirji]

BTW, If you liked the songs, you can download it as a caller tone on your Tata Indicom phone. SMS Keyword to 12800-
Opp Cha WT44929
Nanhe WT44931
Khushi WT44932
Bandagi WT44930
Drona Female WT44933
Drona Male WT44928
Oop Cha Fare Play Mix WT44934
Thats All Folks!!!
Numero trivia: What would you call if AAG produced by RGV & directed by Goldie Behl? - Aag and Gulab!! Voila PJ!!!

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Ladies and Gentlemen and those who are yet to make up your mind

Monday, November 24, 2008 , 5 Comments

Amidst the quantum of dostana and fashion golmaals, I chanced to watch an extremely amazing, inspired by true life, British comedy. A heartwarming, feel good caper, involving sassy characters from Price’s shoe, Northampton and drag queen’s club, London.

Lola from London, meets- “This is a Charlie from Northampton” and weaves oops shoes sizzle to an otherwise fizzled business. In the meantime, the two outcast members figure out to stand for themselves in the red, thigh high boots and how is a treat to watch.

“Kinky boots” begins with a little Simon dolled up in a girlie garbs, walking alone the pier in a fancy red stilettos, away from the disapproving eyes of his/h [err] father. The screenplay then captures another little boy, growing up with his father in the family shoes business.

Young Charlie Price grows up and inherits a shoe factory from his dying father, only to find that the company is failing badly and he must retrench or revive and quickly. In despair and dilemma to save his company from bankruptcy, accidentally encounters drag queen Lola [the flamboyant, absolute surprising- Chiwetel Ejiofer] and finds an unlikely creative consultant in the cabaret queen who guides him to find his niche business in flashy transvestite shoes, leading to the ramps of Milan. Voila!!! Quite a sentence :-)

In this tale, there is Lauren. Lauren is one of the employee who doesn’t take her lay off easily and fire back at her boss to rather fight the situation than to bury his face in “what can I do” syndrome. Hope some people hear and wake up to this.

And there’s the posh, real estate, greedy fiancée of Charlie who disapprove to see the greater goods in his dreams and walks away on her Jimmy Choo’.

The story is interestingly pleated. Beginning from Charlie & Lauren; Charlie & Lola; Charlie, Lauren & Lola; Charlie, Lauren, Lola & Union workers; Charlie & Lola again. And the awesome cha-cha climax!!!

It’s Lola’s show all the way! From the terrains of enigmatic lives of transvestites to the reigning kinky boot designer bogeying on ramp of Milan’s shoe show, Lola whip lashes all surprises from her kinky boots, gay and jolly. What Simon couldn’t do, Lola does.

Some of the best scenes also includes Simon aka Lola’ entry to Price’ shoe factory, designing the first niche shoe for transvestites heeled up on durable steel shank and winning over the orthodox union motley. My favorite is the magnanimous ramp romp show by Lola and her angels.

Kinky boots is a pure fun to watch. If kink is a taboo word for you, let me tell you it’s more of an uplifting comedy and provides no real surprises [not even a single scene is as suggestive as the title]. The title shouldn’t deter you from indulging your guffaws out in this movie. Fun & original, it’s a must watch that proves the best way to fit in is to stand out and stand pout truly!!!



Psst: Did anyone said- Early to bed, early to rise. Find your niche market and diversify

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Third time lucky!!!

Friday, November 21, 2008 2 Comments

Voila, am turning quite bewdoo theses days. Yeah! a pet name given to me by a high school contemporary who just hee-hawed out of shock or culture hearing that I had 2 spoons of brandy in my milk last night, given by my parents to soothe my pugnacious throat!!! Can anyone else be a more weirdo than I am??!!??

But what ever it was, it wasn’t as strong as the concoction I gulped last night. Call it hang up of the highly turmeric-zed cup of milk or non suppressing/retreating nature of my bad cold. Men! Am getting addicted to drink “Haldi wala dhoodh”. But how long, I wonder?

But must say its remedy of the remedies. One stop solution for high insomnia, body ache, bad throat etc…a warm cup of milk with turmeric and honey in an adequate pouring is a thing to relish. Ting Tong!

But I feel ravaged. Cold is one of those things which I hate seeing not just in my relations but even in my ENT. Hankie dropping is one of the “ada’s” of the girls but not one with phlegm [never mind, I never carry one]. Thank God, my office house keeping staff assisted me with decent stocking of tissue papers and hot cuppas of tea.

Its my 3 rd day of the cold. 3rd day of the publishing and positively what could come out of it, 3rd post. Pssst, if you were just wondering what is 3rd time lucky!! Tee Hee hee

Last time I fell sick was in August, during my green belt six sigma training in Mumbai. Men! I must say it was terrible then. I had run pillar to post to get that training. Tough but everything fell on place, and then this cough nosed it’s way-uninvited. Long continued hours of extreme coaching teamed with group activities and my very sharp trainer from Motorola University with his rapt attentiveness on my eye balls movements. And the highly air conditioned conference room with live commentary of Avaneesh singh from Chandigarh.

To make matter even worse, I had a badly bruised foot to nurture that week. Long live people who invented Mistdress spray bandage.

And also an almost broken, battered, bruised heart!! Don’t ask me why.

Anyways god took off all my thinking time that week incl some single minded focus on my much awaited project. Dear “I love perfection” pals don’t owe that to my irresponsible nature, but also to my involvements in more live projects.

Our very clever instructor gave only 3 people to her “Ekla’s” group against 4-5 members in other groups. But it was a wholesome experience, thanks Mr. Wong.

Laptop covers down! The then new buzzword in camp for a week. And I still love it. Those were days!!!

Yup coming back to my currently playing cribbing carping stories, episode- Cold n allies, I must say that I missed on the generous supplies of lemon tea for 3 days :-(

The quite friendly batch weren’t too left behind; making digs on my supposedly saint like after classes’ habit. When all of them would be either indulged in filling “phoonk” to empty theatres of RGV films or making time for “CKompany “[guys that all released that time], I would be boringly sitting at my room wasting the lovely Voltas HRD centre’ tissue papers.

Am sure Ckompany/phoonk wouldn’t all that bad!!! Some ppl watched it even thrice!!! Hee hee Amresh Pratap singh and Rohit Roy, this bit is not meant for you.

They said it’s a fag end aftermath of tequilas & talli-doms, I would say it’s actually a side effect of all that abstinence!!! He he

Anyways my health seems to be improving now. Looks the 2 doses of haldi milk was quite effective. With lesser hammers within my head, I must get back to work.

Here’ a toast to the miraculous ways of Milk & turmeric.

Bravo!!! Divine!!! Encore!!!

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What is Numerounity?!!!

Thursday, November 20, 2008 0 Comments

It’s been decade that am, out and yawned with words like my space, e- world, e-desk, dear diary, meri away suno, mind over matter, juicy tomatoes, love khichdi, sprinklers- sparklers, songbirds, living miracle, soul mantra, era of something something types that I decided not to puke any one of those here.

Numerounity is a word I inspired myself, some years back from the famous “Numero Uno” which means No 1. For the uninitiated, my name is Ekta Khetan [ek’tā kh-ey-tān]. Ekta means “Unity” in Hindi. A bit remodeling makes it- Numero Unity.

If you wonder if this the name that inspired Tata sons to make their supercomputers, I must say Mendeleev heard nothing of me while predicting chemical elements...Lolz

My writings may not be refreshingly original or amusing. Not sure if I can continue blogging even after 2 posts. The sudden plague and plethora of bloggers make me even more sick. It’s just that my little interest has been ignited by a friend of mine, who not just ignited this alone but things many. For the one track thinkers, some of it holds true too.

The world is already full of cliché which is like is your mother in law, you can dislike them but can’t do away with them J

I am an ambidextrous, an absolute maverick who loves to turn the conventional wisdom down and am here to stay, a friendly yuppie who has branding for breakfast, Dow Jones for lunch & social upheavelings in the evening, etc etc will also be pleasantly missing from my writings…I never claimed to be interesting!!! J

But yeah, I do love to challenge some of the common norms of society if I feel them too self imposing for my comprehension. Aw! If you get too much surprised with my sounds and think its stupid then let me suggest that searching too much for sanity, makes things around us more insane, inane and inhuman.

Wow, we sure can have way around wordsJ

Time for some more disclaimers?!?! I am not here to attack, counter attack, review, criticize, mud sling, whistle blowing, tune in or whatsoever you heard the blogging being trumpeted for in recent times, [unless I change my mind]…I am here to write and write all that can be written J

So, let it be normal, spontaneous and easy. Yes, cliché are very normal too. But accrediting to the brilliant tagline coined by leher PepsiCo-
“Pagalpanti bhi zaroori hai”!!!

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Tintinnabulation

Wednesday, November 19, 2008 1 Comments

tin·tin·nab·u·la·tion (tĭn'tĭ-nāb'yə-lā'shən)
The ringing or sounding of bell
Ekta’s interpretation: The sound made by rain drops falling on a tin roof

To some it’s a lilting music and some, a titillating cacophony. For me it’s like curbing some noise in an unkempt attempt to orchestrate some music and karaoke. Cliché?

So, pinning my sundry hopes to make a decent inning outta this sojourn unlike my past fiddles n putters. And needless to say, not to make much a fool of myself while I fool around with great grammaticians or politically correct tribes of the world

Aha! Hope is too strong a word for monsoons though. Let’s rather move forth on assembling noises, while still creating a symphony out of it. Game?

Folks, “pouring”(s) splashes around quite incoherently at times. Disagree? Have a walk! Off course on a rainy day!!! J

Also, now since its tintinnabulat-ing, remember to cherish the augustic fall with its sound [silent ones are most suitable for my concealed chronicles] and not chase punctuations in the poodle. That’s another disclaimer! J

And if you are looking for someone having perfect harmony between their thoughts and its expression, am quite vulnerable to disappoint. Stick if you want and let me any improvement dawns onto me.

Aw well! The cliché will also improve over time, if you still don’t get used to ‘em.

Quite a preamble, isn’t it?
Cheers!!!

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