Nice, beautiful, rainy day. Lots of work to finish. Am sipping green tea and working at my own pace. My fav cd just stopped playing. Chatted with a long lost friend. Maxi popped in for a minute and sent me hugs. song playing in my heart.

Kahin To Yeh Dil Kabhi Mil Nahin Paate
Kahin Pe Nikal Aaye Janmon Ke Naate
Thami Thi Uljhan Bairi Apna Mann
Apna Hi Hoke Sahe Dard Paraaye

Summer 2007

I watched Summer 2007 yesterday. It was by fluke that I ended up watching it. Kathy got a break from perjury and was home (his home). He wanted to watch a movie on Sunday by any means, but since he had to go back early evening, he wanted to watch an early afternoon show. We had plans to either watch Aamir, Sarkar Raj or Indiana Jones, but none of the show timings were good for Kathy. The only option was Summer 2007 at 11.40 am. We weren't even thinking of summer 2007. I was under the impression it must be 'I know what I did last summer' kind or other such stupid Hollywoodesque movie. With close to no TV promos and an odd poster here and there with the 5 main characters in various poses for publicity, anybody would think that. My sis said the movie's got good review in IE. I read it, called Kathy and we decided to go for it. I am glad I watched the movie inspite of all odds, sunday morning, lazy mood, and prejudiced preconceived notions about the movie. All in all the movie's good work, nice work by the actors too. Unfortunately, the movie is up only for the morning shows in all multiplexes. There were only 2 rows occupied for the show. My suggestion would be skip the Priyadarshans and RGVs and watch summer 2007 this monsoon. Sad how superbly pathetic and no purpose movies like Tashan and the likes have huge publicity budgets and movies like Summer 2007 come and go without a trace.

I know it is not a great thought.

But sometimes I feel I should be less of me and more of others.

Its been a long time since my muse Ganju has appeared on this blog. Before she complains, here is a concocted conversation between Ganju and The Humbles (who else but me)

Ganju: Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Yeh tumne kya kar diya???
The Humbles: Ganju tohar suhag ki kasam hum naahi jaanat (not jannat) yeh kaisan hua. Jaan bujhkar humne kacho naahi kiya.
Ganju: Bhagya tumhare bharose main isse match box se nikalkar ghumne chodd gayi thi. “sob sob sob” Peechle ek hafte se yeh masoom meri tanhayee meetha raha tha.
The Humbles: Par Ganju yeh ek jhingoor hi toh hai
Ganju: Kya, tumhe yeh sirf ek jhingoor nazar aa raha hai! Roz sabere unke jaane ke baad, issike saath toh main saara din guzaarti thi. Kaise, Kaise tum iss nirdosh ki jaan le payi.
The Humbles: Hey Bhagvan! Ee sab kya ho gaya. Humein maaf kardo Ganju, woh kya hain ke hum galti se iss par baith gaye. Kya hai ke humra wajan thoda badh gaya hain na, isse pehle ke hum uth jaate bechare ka dum ghut gaya.
Ganju: Ab main kya karu? Kiske saath apna waqt bitaaon?
The Humbles: Kauno phikar ki baat nahi Ganju. Ek jhingoor kya, humre gaon se hum tumhare liye jhingoor ka pura khandaan mangva sakte hain. Bas tumhare hukum ki deri hain.

Ganju is in deep thought, either she is still mourning or she has liked my idea.

I could do with less heat, more response to my work, a break, seeing Max and Dim (I so miss these guys), some meditation, carefreeness back again, less pollution, music in my heart, some rain to wash away this strange mood.

Back in the limelight

For the last 45 odd days, Manoranjan ka Baap, IPL, has been my sisters only interest. The woman was completely hooked. She's watched every damn match except one of the latest Bangalore vs hyderabad match(she couldn't handle the boredom). I have my doubts about going home today. She wont have anything to entertain her, so she might shift her attention on me. Everything from my paunch to the clothes I wear will be under the scanner again. Not that she completely ignored me during the last 45 days, everytime she found me eating a cream biscuit she dutifully pointed out the correlation between food habits and weight gain. She also had problem with a white skirt I had worn last week and the track pants I wore yesterday. The blissful days of low level scanning are over.