So there’s this girl whose beauty could blind.
A celebrity with just one rare fan.
She is full of style and fashion
Beauty and passion,
Her smarts could kill an able wise man,
So off to college she ran.
She changed his world with a blink of an eye
something that he could not deny
He was wrapped in her chains of fur
And blamed her for his heart pilfer.
The rhythm of his blues
The wind of his will
She was the girl, whom with, it seemed time flew,
A world only he and she could use.
In her love I was floating like a sampan
Whereas her love could just taunt any man.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
There Was A Time
There was a time, I thought,
These feeling would never end.
There was a time, I thought,
The birds would never stop to sing
There was a time, I thought,
We were each other’s, forever.
But forever lasts a minute.
So does eternity.
No matter how many times
I try to get it over with,
It’s just you thats on my mind
No matter how many times
I lie about forgetting you,
You're too deep etched in time
There was a time, i felt
So damn insecure about you
There was a time, i believed
You're the end of the world, for me
There was a time, i thought
We were each other's forever.
But forever lasts a minute.
So does eternity.
No matter how many times,
I try to get it over with,
It’s just you thats on my mind
No matter how many times
I lie about forgetting you,
You're too deep etched in time
These feeling would never end.
There was a time, I thought,
The birds would never stop to sing
There was a time, I thought,
We were each other’s, forever.
But forever lasts a minute.
So does eternity.
No matter how many times
I try to get it over with,
It’s just you thats on my mind
No matter how many times
I lie about forgetting you,
You're too deep etched in time
There was a time, i felt
So damn insecure about you
There was a time, i believed
You're the end of the world, for me
There was a time, i thought
We were each other's forever.
But forever lasts a minute.
So does eternity.
No matter how many times,
I try to get it over with,
It’s just you thats on my mind
No matter how many times
I lie about forgetting you,
You're too deep etched in time
Albela Sa Ek Chehra
Albela sa ek chehra
Rehta akela
Meri taraf woh
Karke ishara
Ghabraya mein par
Dil ko woh choo gayi
Par kisliye bata
Baat kuch bhi na huyi
Khushiyan mili jo
Mujhme woh samaa gayi
Tum se hai pyaar hua
Tum mujhe aa mili
Pucha jab mein use
Kyon tu mere saath hai
Socha bhi na tha, tere
haath mere haath me
Kehne lagi woh
Kya mein kahoon sanam
Tum jo ho saath toh
Phir kyon dare kadam
Monday, September 21, 2009
quote me
"give her a biscuit and she wants your cake/she is your ego make no mistake/give her a shoe and she wants your socks/makes you wander away from your folks..." - chainz :P
Saturday, September 5, 2009
A childhood Passion: Now an Obsession
I must have been in class 1 or 2 when I developed this passion for sitting continuously in front of the TV screen and watching films one after the other. That time we didn’t have cable television at our home, but we never quite missed that shortcoming because we were offered everything under the sun on just those two channels, DD 1 and DD 2. There would be quiz shows, detective serials, countdown of songs, family drama, comedy shows, sports such as cricket and football, and of course cartoons. But amongst all those, I loved watching the old Hindi films the most. The channel wouldn’t screen much of the recent stuff on their daily line-up, and as a result I grew up watching stars such as Raj Kapoor, Dharmendra, Amitabh Bachchan, Rajesh Khanna, Dilip Kumar, Mithun Chakraborty etc etc… most of the films were quite old and in black and white but that didn’t deter my newly developing hobby.
Now when I look back, I realize those countless hours in front of the TV didn’t quite go for a waste. Now that I've graduated from a film school, I relish on the fact, that I was one of the very few who watched Indian cinema right from scratch. I still can remember little scenes form all those movies (some of them I saw more than 4 or 5 times or even more). I can still remember the scenes and the actors when I listen to those old classic songs on the radio.
That hobby developed into a serious passion in the coming years and I further explored the wilderness when I took up Mass Communication and Videography and Film Studies in college. There we dealt with specific genres in cinema and explored them in much detail. We saw Iranian cinema, African cinema, Latin American cinema, French new wave, Italian neo realism, soviet cinema, classical Hollywood, documentaries, surrealist, silent, musicals, slapstick comedy and Indian commercial and parallel cinema.
Films were suddenly unfolding their structure before us and we attended to each aspect to the minutest of details while studying them. We studied how a film is conceived, put on paper, pitched, executed, edited, mixed and rounded off… I really don’t know if any other subject would have made the same impact or generated the same level of interest and commitment within me. For me it was a stark blank drawing book with so many colours in my grasp, and I could run my imagination in any direction I wanted.
And we not just watched films; we also made several films in the brief 3 year period. We made some documentaries and some short films with professional and semi- professional equipments. It was a dream-come-true. For the kid, who once used to hog on cinema all day, could actually get behind the camera and make one for himself. It’s probably the same feeling for someone, who would listen to some music being played on some instrument as a child, and then one day would be on stage in front of a thousand people, and playing the same sound that once had caught his fancy...
Now when I look back, I realize those countless hours in front of the TV didn’t quite go for a waste. Now that I've graduated from a film school, I relish on the fact, that I was one of the very few who watched Indian cinema right from scratch. I still can remember little scenes form all those movies (some of them I saw more than 4 or 5 times or even more). I can still remember the scenes and the actors when I listen to those old classic songs on the radio.
That hobby developed into a serious passion in the coming years and I further explored the wilderness when I took up Mass Communication and Videography and Film Studies in college. There we dealt with specific genres in cinema and explored them in much detail. We saw Iranian cinema, African cinema, Latin American cinema, French new wave, Italian neo realism, soviet cinema, classical Hollywood, documentaries, surrealist, silent, musicals, slapstick comedy and Indian commercial and parallel cinema.
Films were suddenly unfolding their structure before us and we attended to each aspect to the minutest of details while studying them. We studied how a film is conceived, put on paper, pitched, executed, edited, mixed and rounded off… I really don’t know if any other subject would have made the same impact or generated the same level of interest and commitment within me. For me it was a stark blank drawing book with so many colours in my grasp, and I could run my imagination in any direction I wanted.
And we not just watched films; we also made several films in the brief 3 year period. We made some documentaries and some short films with professional and semi- professional equipments. It was a dream-come-true. For the kid, who once used to hog on cinema all day, could actually get behind the camera and make one for himself. It’s probably the same feeling for someone, who would listen to some music being played on some instrument as a child, and then one day would be on stage in front of a thousand people, and playing the same sound that once had caught his fancy...
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Love Him Too
She was going away on a Sunday train
Only if he could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From him
He was feeling like it was the first day again
Well now that we could not see him in pain
He could not let her go without saying
It tonight
She might say yes and wave him goodbye
Or could sit quietly as the train chugged by
She should definitely jump out and hug him
In tears
She was going away on a Sunday train
Only if we could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From us
We’d say, come now he’s such a good guy
He will keep you happy and always dry
So don’t you break his loving heart
Apart
Only if he could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From him
He was feeling like it was the first day again
Well now that we could not see him in pain
He could not let her go without saying
It tonight
She might say yes and wave him goodbye
Or could sit quietly as the train chugged by
She should definitely jump out and hug him
In tears
She was going away on a Sunday train
Only if we could see her again
And tell her what she never expected to hear
From us
We’d say, come now he’s such a good guy
He will keep you happy and always dry
So don’t you break his loving heart
Apart
Sunday, August 23, 2009
stupid all, but good advice
stupid mozzies!
i was sitting at the computer chatting with some friends and playing pool on facebook when some stupid mosquitoes attacked me from under the computer cabinet... i subconsciously scratched the mozzie bites, got addicted to the feeling!!!...and i soon found out that some parts of the skin on my feet turned raw...
i had pealed off the skin while happily scratching away the itch...
stupid dettol!
i thought diluted dettol was for sissies and little girls, so i dipped a fresh piece of cotton wool in the fully concentrated dettol and cleaned off the area. it burned! shit it burned! but i felt good and proud after that!
stupid me!
by next morning, i realised that sissies and little girls are the cleverer ones! atleast they would never harm themselves like i did! cause the scratch wounds that got a decent helping of raw dettol last night had turned all red and swelly...awwwww my poor feet!
stupid infection!
i thought the area would heal by itself after a couple of days, but the situation got worse...the portion of the infected area turned a bit yellow with pus instead...and i realised it was a bad infection! the adjacent areas also swelled up making it very difficult and painful for me to walk, and more so when i had my feet idle for a while, and then again had them working all of a sudden. i looked up the net and read about infections. i never thought i had enough discernment in that area, and as i was updating myself with the facts, i found myself shrinking into my chair like a deflated baloon...
The facts were frightening!
and i understood that if i didnt see a doctor soon enough i might damage my feet forever!
stupid long line
i dont like to visit the doctor.
i found myself queued up in a line with some million people waiting before me! and it took me hours before i could actually go to his tiny chamber with the awful smell of medicines and disifectants.
good advice
NEVER clean your wounds with undiluted dettol.
i was sitting at the computer chatting with some friends and playing pool on facebook when some stupid mosquitoes attacked me from under the computer cabinet... i subconsciously scratched the mozzie bites, got addicted to the feeling!!!...and i soon found out that some parts of the skin on my feet turned raw...
i had pealed off the skin while happily scratching away the itch...
stupid dettol!
i thought diluted dettol was for sissies and little girls, so i dipped a fresh piece of cotton wool in the fully concentrated dettol and cleaned off the area. it burned! shit it burned! but i felt good and proud after that!
stupid me!
by next morning, i realised that sissies and little girls are the cleverer ones! atleast they would never harm themselves like i did! cause the scratch wounds that got a decent helping of raw dettol last night had turned all red and swelly...awwwww my poor feet!
stupid infection!
i thought the area would heal by itself after a couple of days, but the situation got worse...the portion of the infected area turned a bit yellow with pus instead...and i realised it was a bad infection! the adjacent areas also swelled up making it very difficult and painful for me to walk, and more so when i had my feet idle for a while, and then again had them working all of a sudden. i looked up the net and read about infections. i never thought i had enough discernment in that area, and as i was updating myself with the facts, i found myself shrinking into my chair like a deflated baloon...
The facts were frightening!
and i understood that if i didnt see a doctor soon enough i might damage my feet forever!
stupid long line
i dont like to visit the doctor.
i found myself queued up in a line with some million people waiting before me! and it took me hours before i could actually go to his tiny chamber with the awful smell of medicines and disifectants.
good advice
NEVER clean your wounds with undiluted dettol.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I Don't....
I don’t care if you say you dont see me
In your dreams
I don’t care if you say you’re not in love
With me
I won’t care if you say that you don’t need me
Anymore
I don’t know if I shall ever see that at all
I believe I can’t lay my head on the line now
For you to walk past like you didn’t see
It doesn’t matter to me anymore somehow
I don’t care to even consider it
And as I go and let my ego rule
I don’t know if it‘ll ever leave me
I can’t live for a day in your sunshine
I don’t care if you don’t need me
In your dreams
I don’t care if you say you’re not in love
With me
I won’t care if you say that you don’t need me
Anymore
I don’t know if I shall ever see that at all
I believe I can’t lay my head on the line now
For you to walk past like you didn’t see
It doesn’t matter to me anymore somehow
I don’t care to even consider it
And as I go and let my ego rule
I don’t know if it‘ll ever leave me
I can’t live for a day in your sunshine
I don’t care if you don’t need me
Sunday, August 16, 2009
the good guy and the bad girl
A girl calls up a guy
She wants some help with her project
The guy doesn’t like the girl that much though she’s quite hot...
She calls him at a very odd time
And wants him to come for a few hours
The guy is a bit hesitant, but he is very generous and can’t say no if someone asks for a favour
So he rides his scooter to this girls place
Reaches at 7.30 pm sharp
The gal is a complete mess
She smells like a crate of uncorked bottles of whiskey
And her hair is a complete mess as well
But even then she manages to look quite hot to the guy
She is wearing a low cut nighty, with a really daring neckline
The guy is a bit hesitant to walk inside her house
He still goes in, and at once unpacks his bag and takes out his notes and starts helping the gal with the project
They soon get off topic
And the gal tells him all about her personal life, and the several affairs she had had
She yaps and yaps and the guy is eventually bored
And in his mind wants to leave ASAP
The gal then offers him cigarettes
The guy takes one and they talk a little more
The guy is really worried as it is getting late
And he says that he can’t stay any longer and wants to go and that she can keep her notes and copy them down and finish the project
The gal doesn’t listen
And says that since he has come to her place for the first time he must no go without having anything
She offers him a peg of scotch
The guy refuses, as it was getting late
The gal was now getting dangerously close to him
And the guy was breaking into hot sweat from all over his forehead
He is very tensed and confused
He doesn't want to ‘do it’ with the gal
He doesnt want to ruin his virginity with such a desperate slut
He wants to leave
The gal pushes him in rage
And he trips on the carpet and falls down
His head is injured and the gal apologizes to him and gets him a glass of cold water
The guy falls unconscious
Next day
He finds his pants missing...he has bruises all over his body
He realizes he got raped
Finish
She wants some help with her project
The guy doesn’t like the girl that much though she’s quite hot...
She calls him at a very odd time
And wants him to come for a few hours
The guy is a bit hesitant, but he is very generous and can’t say no if someone asks for a favour
So he rides his scooter to this girls place
Reaches at 7.30 pm sharp
The gal is a complete mess
She smells like a crate of uncorked bottles of whiskey
And her hair is a complete mess as well
But even then she manages to look quite hot to the guy
She is wearing a low cut nighty, with a really daring neckline
The guy is a bit hesitant to walk inside her house
He still goes in, and at once unpacks his bag and takes out his notes and starts helping the gal with the project
They soon get off topic
And the gal tells him all about her personal life, and the several affairs she had had
She yaps and yaps and the guy is eventually bored
And in his mind wants to leave ASAP
The gal then offers him cigarettes
The guy takes one and they talk a little more
The guy is really worried as it is getting late
And he says that he can’t stay any longer and wants to go and that she can keep her notes and copy them down and finish the project
The gal doesn’t listen
And says that since he has come to her place for the first time he must no go without having anything
She offers him a peg of scotch
The guy refuses, as it was getting late
The gal was now getting dangerously close to him
And the guy was breaking into hot sweat from all over his forehead
He is very tensed and confused
He doesn't want to ‘do it’ with the gal
He doesnt want to ruin his virginity with such a desperate slut
He wants to leave
The gal pushes him in rage
And he trips on the carpet and falls down
His head is injured and the gal apologizes to him and gets him a glass of cold water
The guy falls unconscious
Next day
He finds his pants missing...he has bruises all over his body
He realizes he got raped
Finish
Monday, August 3, 2009
Memoirs of a past
Into spaces wild and free
Some of us would often be
Carelessly lost in words galore
We could've asked for nothing more
The rays of light into the darkened room
Would cut across like an autumn moon
In a starless night with no winds at play
Our days're as fresh as showers of May
Seldom visit we those memoirs lost
New grass has replaced the treaded coast
Oft we go with no plans aboard
Soon to realize we're too far off shore
And as we walked by the waters still
We saw the steady reflections within
The waters, and yet felt so obscure
We didnt recognise ourselves for sure
Some of us would often be
Carelessly lost in words galore
We could've asked for nothing more
The rays of light into the darkened room
Would cut across like an autumn moon
In a starless night with no winds at play
Our days're as fresh as showers of May
Seldom visit we those memoirs lost
New grass has replaced the treaded coast
Oft we go with no plans aboard
Soon to realize we're too far off shore
And as we walked by the waters still
We saw the steady reflections within
The waters, and yet felt so obscure
We didnt recognise ourselves for sure
Monday, July 27, 2009
Grunge Lullaby
come on baby take your medicines
daddys gonna get you clean
clothes and a pair of jeans
now close your eyes, go to sleep.
what are you thinking why you're up all night
i know that you look so miserable tonight
and so many tensions in my head
there're no monsters under your bed.
come on baby take your medicines
daddy gonna get you cleaned
he'll play your favourite 'yellow submarine'
and you'll see the beatles in your dream.
come on now dont you make me angry
you just had your meal, no you're not hungry
i am telling you this just one more time
no there wont be no more stories toinght.
now close your eyes, go to sleep...
daddys gonna get you clean
clothes and a pair of jeans
now close your eyes, go to sleep.
what are you thinking why you're up all night
i know that you look so miserable tonight
and so many tensions in my head
there're no monsters under your bed.
come on baby take your medicines
daddy gonna get you cleaned
he'll play your favourite 'yellow submarine'
and you'll see the beatles in your dream.
come on now dont you make me angry
you just had your meal, no you're not hungry
i am telling you this just one more time
no there wont be no more stories toinght.
now close your eyes, go to sleep...
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Your Love
(verse 1)
your love is so sweet
sweeter than honey,
but it's so hard to get.
my heart misses a beat
well, its kind of funny,
and i lose my way.
(chorus)
and it feels really nice
when your wondrous eyes
spot me in the crowd.
well i am not that wise
but i feel like you will reside
in my heart forever now.
ohhoooo your love
(verse 2)
you play the sun when
the clouds surround me
in a rainy day
you dont hurt my eyes
i am mesmerised
when you light my way
heyyyy your love
your love is so sweet
sweeter than honey,
but it's so hard to get.
my heart misses a beat
well, its kind of funny,
and i lose my way.
(chorus)
and it feels really nice
when your wondrous eyes
spot me in the crowd.
well i am not that wise
but i feel like you will reside
in my heart forever now.
ohhoooo your love
(verse 2)
you play the sun when
the clouds surround me
in a rainy day
you dont hurt my eyes
i am mesmerised
when you light my way
heyyyy your love
Thursday, July 2, 2009
You Got The Cutest Elbows!
You got the cutest elbows
You got the cutest nose,
You have the prettiest eyes
You got that perfect pose.
And I see you here
When you are away;
I gotta hold you near
To my heart everyday.
I want to hear you laugh
When I close my eyes;
I am under your spell
You got me hypnotized.
I love the way you talk,
Just love the way you walk,
Love the way you look at me,
Love the way you are.
You got the cutest elbows
You got the cutest nose,
You have the prettiest eyes
You got that heart of gold.
You inspired me in
So many ways,
Taught me to whistle
And to dance away.
Now I can drive a car
I can play basketball;
I thought I couldn’t swim
But you made it possible.
And I see you here
When you are away;
I gotta hold you near to
My heart everyday.
I want to hear you laugh
I want to see your eyes;
I am under your spell
You got me hypnotized.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
MY English Movie Database
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Reservoir Dogs
City of God
Goodfellas
Silence of the Lambs
Get Smart
Hell Boy 2
Jumper
Vicky Christina Barcelona
What Women Want
21
I’M Legend
P.S I Love You
Sexdrive
The Shining
The Librarian
Agnus Thongs and the Perfect Snogging
The Day the Earth Stood Still
Wild Child
Yes Man
The Happening
Marley and Me
Eagle Eye
The Pink Panther 2
The Ruins
The Spiderwick Chronicle
Tropic Thunder
Twilight
To Kill a Mocking Bird
Wall E
Disaster Movie
Easy Virtue
Resident Evil 3
Thick as Thieves
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Bedtime Stories
Death Race
Pineapple Express
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People
The Girl Next Door
A Walk to Remember
Pulp Fiction
Coffee and Cigarettes
Blow Up
Bride Wars
Burn after Reading
Deception
Changeling
Ghost Town
Doors- The Movie
Into The Wild
Strangers
Taken
Passengers
My Best Friend’s Girl
My Sassy Girl
Quarantine
Splinter
Lost in Translation
Iron man
18 Year Old Virgin
Confessions of a Shopaholic
Cruel Intentions
Enchanted
What happens in Vegas
X-Men Origins- Wolverine
Night at the Museum- 2
Underworld 3
My Mom’s New Boyfriend
The Reader
Meet Joe Black
100 Girls
Mall Cop
The Mummy- Tomb of the Dragon Emperor
Rock N Rolla
Defiance
Slumdog Millionaire
Body of Lies
Quantum of Solace
The Transporter
Transporter 2
Transporter 3
Life is Beautiful
My Fair Lady
Roman Holiday
Shakespeare in Love
Mary Poppins
The Sound of Music
Casablanca
Oliver Twist
The Bank Job
Crank
In the Name of the King
My Best Friend’s wedding
America’s Sweethearts
Notting Hill
Pretty Woman
Mary Reilly
Erin Brockovitch
Indiana Jones- Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Narnia- Prince Caspian
The Forbidden kingdom
Street Kings
Speed Racer
The Dark Knight
Hancock
Meet Dave
The Hulk 2
Fool’s Gold
Two for the Money
The Interpreter
Paycheck
The Constant Gardener
Catch me if you can
Cellular
Saw
Saw 2
Saw 3
Saw 4
Hostel
Hostel 2
Rocky
Rocky 2
Rocky 3
Rocky 4
Rocky 5
Rocky Balboa
Undisputed
Iceman 2
Cinderella Man
Raging Bull
Play it to the Bone
Girl Fight
Shooter
Fracture
Dead Silence
Ocean’s 13
Warlords
Charlie Wilson’s War
The Golden Compass
National Treasure- Book of Secrets
Forrest Gump
Braveheart
The English Patient
Titanic
American Beauty
Gladiator
Rambo- First Blood
Rambo 2
Rambo 3
The Man Who Knew Too Much
Psycho
North by Northwest
The Birds
The Trouble with Harry
The Farmer’s Wife
Twister
The School of Rock
The Shawshank Redemption
300
Jonny English
Rat Race
Bedazzeled
The Quiet American
School Ties
George of the Jungle
The Mummy
The Mummy Returns
Blast from the past
Crash
Scary Movie 1
Scary Movie 2
Scary Movie 3
Lord of the Rings- Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of the Rings- The Two Towers
Lord of the Rings- Return of the King
Mirrors
Resident Evil
Wild Hogs
The Matrix
American Pie- 1
American Pie- 2
American Pie- 3
American Pie- 4
American Pie- 5
American Pie- Beta House
The Bucket List
The Devil's Advocate
Straightheads
Accepted
Never Back Down
Entrapment
The Day After Tomorrow
Sahara
The Pursuit of Happyness
Stealth
50 First dates
A Lot Like Love
Bee
It's a Boy Girl Thing
Ratatouille
Alladin
Snatch
The Illusionist
Training Day
Interview With The Vampire
Darjeeling Limited
Angels And Demons
Goal 3
How To Steal A Milion
Charade
Love In The Afternoon
American Gangster
Milk
Love Actually
D.O.A
Van Wilder Party Liason
Music and Lyrics
How to Lose A Guy In 10 Days
Capriccio Tinto Brass
Love wrecked
Behind Enemy Lines
Fight Club
The Pink Panther 1
Watchmen
The Hangover
He Is Not Just That Into You
Meet The Parents
Meet The Fockers
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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