The pursuit of beatitude

Thursday, January 29, 2009

If pictures could kill..

… I’d be dead a 1000 times over by now, courtesy my friends’ photos on FB. I have no idea how someone with a sane mind can not only think of clicking such vague and crappy pictures, but also to add insult to (my) injury, give totally unimaginative and downright drab captions to the same. In one word, these pictures are sheer ‘torture’.

Take for example, a hypothetical situation where an acquaintance of mine has returned from his first foreign vacation. Understandably, he’s ecstatic and wants to proclaim it to the world that ‘Hey! I’ve been abroad too!’. Fine with me. I’m not jealous, I’m going for a ‘foreign trip’ myself soon. And I too will be shouting about it from the rooftops once I return. But at least I’ll spare you guys the agony of having to go through my 60 odd photos, which are either blurred, have the same person posing in the same way and shot from the same angle thrice, or simply provide the information that I was standing under a tree.

Seriously, tell me what’s the point in going to that world famous Bird Park in um.. Hong Kong(?) and NOT taking pictures of the rare birds, and instead, in posing yourself in front of some fountain that has ‘Bird Park’ written somewhere? Pose with the birds you fool, not with the fountain! Did you go all the way to the Bird Park in Hong Kong to get the shot of your ugly mug in front of a fountain? Or, how about a shot that has one dude standing on some road (a real famous one I reckon), hands on hips, in the middle of an ocean of people, with no information whatsoever about where exactly he’s standing. If it were not for the white faces in the crowd, one couldn’t be sure if he took it on some busy junction in his hometown. God.

When you’re visiting these awesome places with beautiful skylines, you obviously give taking their pictures a miss, ‘cause well, you were busy taking pictures of you while sitting in the lounge of the international airport, right? If you’re so obsessed with having your close-up shot in every single of the 1000 photos you’ve clicked on your trip, at least try and make the backgrounds interesting.

Anyway, let’s talk about captions now. How does this sound- ‘Me drinking vodka’, under a silly pic of you drinking from a glass at some random hotel room? Or, ‘X and me’, ‘Y and me’, ‘Z and me’, in a row in the same album, while you’re posing with three different friends sitting at the same spot? Or ‘Friends and I posing on the highway’- under a photo that has, well, you and your friends posing on a highway for some goddamn unknown reason?

Kill me.

Monday, January 26, 2009

On a serious note..

Recently, a close friend of mine, about the only person who knows me personally AND reads my blog told me- 'Beatnik, why have you filled your blog with shallow posts? Trying to be funny when you're not, making a fuss out of the most insignificant issues and in general wasting time on meaningless ramblings? Why don't you ever talk about the current issues or something more deep maybe?' To which I told him that I'm like a fish in the ocean. You don't go telling a fish that it's showing off its swimming skills or 'making a fuss out of nothing' while hiding under the nearest coral rock to save itself from predators or wasting time making bubbles while it's actually breathing. Simply put, I told him- 'Go screw yourself and don't ever read my blog again.' Or something to that effect.

Although, when he was gone, I did some introspection and realized that..well... you know.. he might be a wee bit correct in saying all those things. I wasn't exactly the joke-cracker in a group anywhere, ever. Everytime I was asked to tell a joke, I would start off with the 4 elephants story. Wanna hear it? Well, there were 4 elephants who were climbing up a pole.. no wait.. there were 4 elephants walking down the road when one decided to climb a pole. The others also decided to climb. Some shit like that. I can't really recall. Who cares now that it's out in the open that I'm nowhere close to being funny. Anyway, let me desperately try and talk about some sensitive issue today, other wise my blog will seriously NEVER have anything meaningful to be remembered for(AND my friend will be proven right which I certainly don't want to see happening).So well, here I made a list of the few current topics that seem to be everyone's favorites for dissecting(which I wouldn't normally touch with a barge pole). Let me get my scalpel too.

1) Slumdog Millionaire: Muhahaha. You knew that was coming, didn't you? Even before the movie was released in India , Rehman had won the Golden Globe and the world was rolling at Danny Boyle's feet. Praises galore were being showered from the rest of the world, and loads of brickbats from India. You all know the controversy. Anyway, I'd almost made up my mind not to watch it, thinking, oh what the hell, I don't need another topic to shake an already shaken up poor moi's brain. But obviously, I went and watched the first day 3rd show of the movie, and at the risk of drawing brickbats myself for saying this- I did not understand what was so great about it. Nope, apart from the child actors and Rehman's music, I seriously couldn't find one amazingly different, living-upto-Oscar-hype material in the movie. In fact, try developing a temporary 3 hour amnesia when you watch this one(if haven't already), forget all about the Oscar hype, forget who directed it, and then watch it from a neutral perspective, like say, when you went to watch Chandni chowk to china(before reading the reviews) and then let me know if the movie still impressed you all that much. It's so Indian Film-type(substituting for Bollywood to avoid Mr. Bacchan's wrath) that I don't understand WHAT is so outstanding about it. Leaving aside the kids' performances, the others weren't even that great. The climax, so Hindi-filmy. I mean, I've already seen it all in the past 24 years of my movie-watching experience. Salaam Bombay, Bombay and even Satya were different and laudable. But this one, I don't know dude.

But know what's funnny? All those controversies surrounding this movie. I mean, if you ever happened to read Rediff's reviews(there were 2) and the discussions that followed in the public forums there, you'd be more amused than amazed. What Amitabh Bacchan said, what the world is saying, what the 2 foreigners sitting in the cafe somewhere were dicussing when the Indian who overheard their comments decided to blog about it, whether or not Shahrukh Khan's presence at the Gloden Globe was at all required, should we, Indians, be proud of the movie or ashamed of it, should people call it 'Bollywood's recognition by the west' or not.. man oh man.. the list goes on. But in all honesty, I'm glad that 'Slumdog' happened- for Rehman. Whether or not he wins an Oscar is not something I'm bothered about. He's done us all proud a hell lot of times already and I'm as proud of him right now as I was of myself after winning my first trophy in LKG. Yeah, that I'm comparing him to me- speaks for my love and respect for him. Go Rehman!!

2) Sanjay Dutt's latest comment- I can't quote him verbatim cuz I really didn't bother about what he'd said, but decided to write about this one for it makes a very interesting topic to dissect. He'd said something like 'after marriage, a girl should take on the husband's surname instead of sticking to her maiden surname, as a mark of respect for the husband. I'd be offended if Manyata had chosen to keep her father's surname.' My first reaction after I read this was,
'Yawn.' before I decided to move on to the next article. But since I'm talking about sensitive topics today, I might as well quickly form some opinion and write some bull here in order to appear smarter, more prudent and more aware than I actually am. So well, according to me, what Dutt said is totally crap.
You know what I really think should be done? Once a woman gets married, she should get an altogether NEW surname. A surname she always dreamt of getting after marriage. Like in my case, I want a powerful surname, something like a Birla, or an Oberoi, or even Ambani.. a surname that has a deep clink to it, you know. But anyway, if you can't do that, rather do what else you want to AND can manage right? Wanna stick to your father's surname, do that. Take on your husband's- feel free to. Or maybe hyphenate both- couldn't be more attractive. Like Aishwarya Rai-Bacchan. Personally, I'd go surnameless. Beatnik. Nothing's gonna sound kewler.

3) Patriotism:- Since today is our Republic Day, and since of late I've been feeling immensely and over-whelmingly patriotic, I thought I might as well dedicate a few lines to my beloved country. Funny how at times you need an external influence to make you realize that you DO in fact, still care about your country, and feel deeply about small small stuff when it comes to that. Let me tell you a recent incident. A month or so back, I went to this play. Now, since quite a while, the movie halls at my city(I'm hoping it happens everywhere else too) air the National Anthem, requiring you to stand up and show your respect to the country. Since the anthem is already being sung on screen, people usually choose to remain mum and close their eyes or just hum along. Only a few souls do actually SING it. You're free to if you want though, it's just that people(including me), don't sing out loud. Since I'd never seen that happening at a play, I was pleasantly surprised when we were all asked to stand up, and sing the anthem there. Yes, there was no recorded anthem and so the 100+ people in the audi actually sang it. Sounds like such an insignificant thing right? It didn't feel insignificant at all. I hadn't 'sung' the anthem out loud like that in over 8 years, and I'm sure most of people in the audi would also have decades of non-singing to report. I was actually smiling all throughout while singing the anthem, and once it was over, I looked around to watch people's reactions- everyone seemed so damn ecstatic to have gotten to actually sing it like we did way back in school. I love my country a lot.

A very Happy Republic Day to my fellow Indians!

That's about it. I can assure you I'm not talking about any more 'meaningful' topics again till next year. It's really, really taxing. Now, back to work on my 'how to cross a road' post on which I've been trying to work for so long..

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

This outcast doesn't care anymore!

Never underestimate the peeping-power of your male friends. They might not be as peep-y as their female counterparts, but they're definitely more harmful. Like just yesterday, I had this friend of mine come over for a while. Thinking he probably wouldn't notice my sad looking laptop, didn't bother to hide it 'properly'. I was sure he wouldn't take a peek. He didn't peep, he just took a good hard look.

I was in the kitchen(filling in my water bottle, not cooking! Duh.), when I thought I heard the very sound I was dreading all this while- the sound of keystrokes. Sure as hell F was doing something on my comp and before I could stop him from invading my privacy further, he looked up at me. It was a strange expression, like he was shocked.

"Hmm. So this is what you were hiding your lappy for,eh?"
"Hiding? It was right under the pile of clothes yonder. Why would I hide it anyway?" I refused to cave.
"No? Okay, but now I know what you watched last Sunday!", he said, smirking.

My legs became jelly. He might be my friend and all, but aside of inheriting the very dreaded feminine characteristic- peeking, he had also mastered the art of gossiping. I had no idea what would be the reaction of my male friends if they got to know of it. The girls all already knew.

"Out of all the things available on the net, Beatnik, why would you ever access OneManga?! I mean, how could you read MANGA! After all that we taught you after making an exception for you in our exclusive 'boys-only' club, is this what you do to us? Read Manga? Whatever happened to the sanctity of the anime!"

It was like a slap in the face. Yes, they had taken me under their wing, introduced me to the world of anime and even filled in my disk drives with unending Naruto, Bleach and FMA episodes. They just had one condition- do not ever read the manga. Although they'd maintained that the reason behind it was the very benefit of us all, that this would ensure that the pleasure of watching the fresh episodes everytime wouldn't be adulterated in any darn way. But I knew deep down my heart that they had an ulterior motive of making sure that I never got ahead in the series than them, that I didn't know how Itachi was not a bad guy after all before they found out, that I always begged them for more episodes and writhed and cried and begged until they obliged. That I was always on their mercy. Not any more though. Sure I wasn't as resourceful as them, and was perpetually challenged by the poor internet connection that never allowed me to download any videos from anywhere, but I had finally found a way out. The way of the Manga. So what if there is no inspiring background music, no over-the-top dubbing, no colors, no live animation? Manga at my disposal gave me something to look forward to everyday. Whenever I would be troubled with self-doubt, I'd simply treat myself to the boy-who-never-gave-up tale of Naruto. Or like when I had a whole week's wait ahead of me for the next chapter of Naruto, I'd hop on to Bleach, or maybe FMA. The Manga gave me a new lease of life, a life that was finally free of begging and living off the mercy of my so-called friends. It helped me while away countless hours everyday in a more 'productive' way.

I may be a 'elite anime group' pariah now, but I feel liberated, I feel empowered. I love you OneManga.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The day it finally happened..

I couldn't hold the feeling anymore. I went downstairs, looking for him. He knew I'd been watching him everyday in the park now, and not-so-subtly at that. He seemed to acknowledge my presence, but I couldn't be sure. I was going to find out today what he thought. No more subtlety, it was time go offensive.
He had spotted me when I was still far away, and kept looking at me as I walked up to him. I thought I saw a faint smile spread across his face.

Me(slightly stammering): Hi, I think my roommate knows you and told you about me.
Him(looking amused): Yeah, she did. I think you wanted to talk me long before today, right?
(I blushed, he continued)
Tell me..
Me: (Pointing down him where he was sitting)- Can I play with it?
Him(No shock in the slightest): Sure, but here? In front of all these people?
Me: Um.. you're right, not here.
We proceeded to another, slightly open but less crowded area. He tapped me from behind.
Him: Wait. I want something from you too.
Me: Huh? But..!Him: It's all give and take babe, not just take, take. Right? So I'll tell you what I want. (He bent forward to whisper in my right ear)
(My eyes grew wider, I couldn't believe he was suggesting this!)
Me: That's just impossible! I just can't! It's been forever since my last time.. I possibly can't do it!
But he was determined. After almost 2 hours, we had both got what we wanted. It was a memorable day. Age gap didn't matter anymore.
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I couldn't hold the feeling anymore. I went downstairs, looking for him. He knew I'd been watching him everyday in the park now, and not-so-subtly at that. He seemed to acknowledge my presence, but I couldn't be sure. I was going to find out today what he thought. No more subtlety, it was time go offensive.He had spotted me when I was still far away, and kept looking at me as I walked up to him. I thought I saw a faint smile spread across his face.

Me(slightly stammering): Hi, I think my roommate knows you and told you about me.
Him(looking amused): Yeah, she did. I think you wanted to talk me long before today, right?
(I blushed, he continued)Tell me..
Me: (Pointing down him where he was sitting, to his cute little puppy)- Can I play with it?
Him(No shock in the slightest): Sure, but here? In front of all these people?
Me: Um.. you're right, not here. If it ends up biting me or chasing me all over the place, I'm gonna be so embarrassed!
We proceeded to another, slightly open but less crowded area. He tapped me from behind.
Him: Wait. I want something from you too.
Me: Huh? But..!Him: It's all give and take didi, not just take, take. Right? So I'll tell you what I want. (He bent forward to whisper in my right ear)
(My eyes grew wider, I couldn't believe he was suggesting this!)
Me: That's just impossible! I just can't! It's been forever since my last time.. I possibly can't do it!
Him: Come on, just one game, didi! I know badminton is about the only sport in the world you're good at.. your roommate told me! I have my own racket! Please didi!! If you don't, I won't let you play with my dog!
Me: Fine! Fine!

After almost 2 hours, we had both got what we wanted. He beat me in every single game, and I got my consolation prize- playing with his cute lil pup after that. The pup didn't chase me around even! It was a memorable day. Age gap didn't matter anymore. I think, I should socialize more with 15 year olds.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

You know you've had Southpark overdose and turned Cartman fanatic when-

1) Your conversations have a generous dose of 'dood'(When speaking formally, it starts with 'dude'), 'lame', 'sweet', 'weak/super weak'.
2) The conversation with your father goes like this:

You: Dood.. sorry, dad.. I need cash.
Dad: But beta, I transferred half my salary of this month already to your account. At this rate, we(your mom and me) will be on road, and you'll still be after me to sell my torn blanket and my money collector bowl to pay for your shopping. What are you doing with your own salary anyway?
You: But daaaaaaaaad(tone imitating of Cartman's 'but muuuuuuuuuuum').. my salary is so less! The morons hardly pay me enough to get a couple of manicures every month. And what with the rising prices of oil and everything, you don't expect me to take care of my own expenses anymore(at which, you pause for a second, hoping your dad never notices the blunder you just made) on my own, do you? Dood, I'm totally seriously, that's just so lame!
Dad: Okay, okay, fine, I'll break my FD's tomorrow and send you whatever I can, leaving aside enough for food expenses for your mom and me.
You: Sweet!

3) You suddenly find yourself big-boned, as opposed to 'fat'.
4) You resent the fact that you're not a guy simply because you can't technically say, 'you're breaking my balls, mister', while negotiating with the vegetable seller.
5) You hopelessly try and find a Jew friend to pick on. That you're not a Christian doesn't make any difference.
6) You end up saying 'screw you guys, I'm goin home!' to your roomie after a disagreement, inspite of sitting in your own room while saying this.
7) You decide to replace your Facebook profile photo with that of Cartman's.
8) You go to the extent of comparing The Joker with Cartman, and can't decide who wins! (this is very serious!)
9) You write a post on how much you love Cartman at 4:30 in the morning.
10) You try fervently to write a valid 10th point here. The fact that you tried matters more than your failure to do so.

I'm totally seriously you guys, if you can relate to even 5 of the above 10 points, you need a South Park break.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Happy New Year and all that jazz..

So.. been almost 3 days after the big eve thingy.. how's it goin y'all? Resolutions and stuff? Gonna try and do a few things and try and not do a few things? Me? Dunno.. kinda unsure. Was thinking of the following resolutions on the New Year's eve, but had the intuition that I wouldn't follow 'em anyway, so cancelled the plan. And boy, was I right in doing so or what! Read on to find out how-

1) No procrastion. Have already delayed my first New Year's post by 3 days.
2) Be more proactive. Called up a couple of friends today after receiving their hurt messages- "How come you didn't even wish me!:( "
3) Be more health-conscious. Subway sandwich was the closest I got to this in the last 3 days.
4) Ensure a brighter future, career-wise. Called up dad and cried and asked him to marry me off to the next rich and hansum dood he spots next.
5) Take German language test within one week. Haven't gotten beyond - 'Iche heisse Beatnik', yet.
6) No wasting time/money/energy on crappy movies. Umm.. let's go to the next point.
7) Read less(no, seriously! The way I read.. it can screw my eyes). Bought a fresh batch of chick-lits today from Crossword.
8) Stop obsessing(about things in general). I was sooper hysterical about my expanding bottoms, dearth of money(it's never enough anyway), not-yet-long-enough hair, and a bleak everythingwise-future today.
9) Do not be cynical anymore. Huh, what's so great about the New Year anyway? It's just a time to buy new calendar.
10) Do not post anything negative about yourself. This post will give you an idea of what I was trying not to do, but had the insight on the New Year's that I would do it anyway, so decided against trying to not do it, and thus, did it, making my insight correct in the end.

Yeah, so, Happy New Year and all that, people.