Category: Social Commentary

  • Faster, honey, faster….

    Is that what its come to now…. love, that is? the romantics are an endangered species… gone are the days of roses and chocolates and the slow romance. from what i see around, its gone faster and faster and faster until its now come down to speed dating…
    no, i dont want to do a moral policing act here, wouldnt do good to sound like a prude and tarnish the otherwise hep nature of this blog…hehe.. so let me just write about it… I thought that it was merely a Valentine Day phenomenon, or in the case of the next weekend, a hangover, but apparently not.. because i have been informed of at least 3 separate events happening over this weekend and the next, and whats more, these are sponsored by brands ranging from chewing gum to fashion brands…
    Since i havent been attending any, i’m guessing the agenda based on what i have seen in movies, and heard from others.. rows of guys/girls sitting in a fashion similar to their regular office cubicle existence and getting around 10-15 minutes with someone from the opposite gender before he/she moves on to the next… me thinks thats exactlywhat is needed after the pressures of a ‘perform or perish’ existence at work… but i guess to each their own…
    You think they have the speed daters have a customised lingo of sorts? like say, “Take off your clothes” means remove your inhibitions an be open
    “Don’t worry, i have protection” means that the person is well settled in life, has a good bank balance and is insured etc
    But like i said, to each their own, for there might be people having fun when their partner at speed dating reacts to their attempts to make an impression by looking at the watch and saying, “faster, honey, faster, if you do it well, i just might come with you !! “
    until next time, that title was a fast one 🙂

  • In reality

    Pooja Bedi got up from the couch and tried to dance, but the man in black and his two co-judges didnt fancy it, and in the end it was another case of ‘Jassi jaisi koi nahi’..
    Some sales guy in BPL, Mumbai landed up with a bonus because a particular couple decided to buy 200 SIMs and tried rigging their chances. of course now they are dancing to the tune of the Mumbai police…
    In case you have no clue of what i am talking about, you, my friend, are out of touch with reality,shows that is, because i’ve been referring to the two desi versions of ‘Dance with the Stars’..
    For a whole lot of TV stars and celebrity chefs and bollywood directors, the last few days have been a dance..and after the chronicles of one abhijeet sawant, life’s been a song even for some kids..and the latest one, which started off last weekend is one thats featuring Arshad Warsi for the desi version of Big Brother… 13 celebrities under one roof for 3 months, with no outside communication – har daily soap ka baap, so says apna circit and all their movements are going to be followed by closed circuit cameras..bole toh, privacy ki to vaat lag gayi, mamu!! the part thats most interesting is that this blog’s favorite celebrity is going to be one of the participants – the one, the only, Rakhi Sawant.. if she can create a controversy out of an ordinary birthday party, imagine the havoc she can cause, when she knows the public is watching..just imagine the possibilities :))
    and going by the SIM card fiasco, i wonder whether the line between real life and reel life is getting even more blurred.. and maybe its not just for the celebrities, but the ordinary folk – and again, not just those who take part in it, but the ones who watch it…
    until next time, surreal..

  • World Chup

    Yup, fnally, after a month long rollercoaster ride of ecstasy, agony, joy, sorrow, and skimpily attired female fans who gave rise to myriad other emotions that transcended geographical boundaries, the world has awakened to a day after the world cup… its exactly like the day after any mela, when all the crowds and the small shopkeepers have left, and the grounds are empty, not yet ready to start the countdown for the next show…
    for a month now, a lot of people across the world have been glued to their television screens, watching the drama unfold.. a lot of people, not all, because there were some like me.. i watched only the england – portugal match just in time to see Rooney being shown a redcard for kicking a ball (actually, two, thats why he got sent off).. and while the world was chanting ZZ, i was going ZZZZ… but yes, most of the world ate,drank slept football..
    the newspapers were writing about the social impact also, as old friends who had no interest in football were forsaken, new friendships forged, and loads of other games were played all in one big frenzy thats the FIFA world cup…in a sense, its the story of our lives, because if we get down to the nuts and bolts, all of us are living our lives in anticipation of something, it could be as simple as going home in the evening, a good dinner, the release of a music album or film, or an F1 race or as complex as getting a new job, getting married, having a kid..
    and when the moment passes, theres a feeling thats quite like the empty grounds.. an eerie silence that says that the free kick is over, and its time to move on… and we move, and wait for the next one, hoping that it will be as good as or better than the last one..

    until next time, hope, skip and jump, thats the way forward…

  • Reel…

    That was exactly what Bangalore did in reaction to the death of Dr Rajkumar… no, correction,that was what it was made to do… in a city where less than 50% of the population is not native of the state, it is difficult to imagine that the death actually made the entire city mourn… rather, it was fear that made the city come to a halt…a halt which almost got the bachelor population go hungry for a day, which forced all forms of entertainment to be out of access – that included all the shops, malls, theatres and the staple cable TV!!…
    and which all but killed the long anticipated weekend.. although most parts of the city was peaceful there was an ‘anything could happen’ air about, which hampered the regular functioning of the city.. and after the scenes aired on the news channels (which weremercifully spared from the entertainment ban), not many people would have wanted to open their shops for the few people who might actually dare to venture out…
    two millenia after Jesus died, when his followers make up the largest religion in the world,i wonder what would happen if the same logic were to be adopted by his followers every Good Friday.. Perhaps its because of the knowledge that He would be back on a later day, and that,i guess, is the difference between a god and a demigod.
    until next time, end of reel
    (yup, delayed by almost a fortnight, but am almost settled, so from now i should be on normal mode)

  • They may be dead…

    But they still send me messages.. The last one i got was from Kishore,and a few days before that, i had got one from RD Burman… both of them messaged me for the same reason, that their songs were now available as ring tones, and all i had to do to was sms my choice to a certain number..i guess heaven must be a very costly place, for them to be actually selling tunes after their death… The mobile service providers must be surely making money out of this, and i guess they would be paying the record labels..
    Now, do you think the above two eminent personalities, got anything from the record labels for the revenue their work would generate in the future.. because even royalties would be paid only on short timeframes like a year… but that left me wondering, we are now in an age, where we actually pledge our anticipated incomes for different purchases, in the form of EMIs.. so do you think that the artists, writers etc of this age are getting any money for the revenue their work would accumulate in the future.. what i’mtrying to say is that could RD Burman have anticipated the internet ormobile phones in an age when even telephones were a gizmo??so though JK Rowling has a share in the earnings on the internet, movies,palmtop devices etc, would she (for example) anticipate the revenues from ‘Customised psychiatric sessions with your favorite fantasy character’..and even if she did, how many could she imagine?? thats what, i guess, they call loss in profit…
    until next time, even royalty has limits….