A crumbling world Pt2.

I wokeup at the crack of dawn, without the refreshing feel of waking up frm a good night’s sleep. The ground I was lying on didnt provide me the usual soft feel of a comfortable bed and the the alarm that woke me wasnt my hip-hop alarm but rather cries and hues. I opened my eyes to find my Dad awake, apparently frm a sleepless night and my Mom sleeping with my kid brother clung to her chest. Dad was lying against a broken tree with us sharing his comfortable shoulder against our head. I looked at the sleep deprived, dust covered face of my Dad and realised for the first time how lucky I had been to have a strong shoulder like that to rest on all these years. My Dad turned to me and said with a smile, “The worst is over, We have survived it.”

I started looking around hoping to find my house but all I could find was pieces of it. The front door had collapsed but there was another larger one dividing the house into two. I stood up and walked towards it and stood staring at it. It was a couple of moments later, that I started hearing my Dad’s voice, asking me not to wander off and to keep together. A blood covered sparky came out of the house and sat beside me. My childhood home I had lived in for most of my life was now nothing more than ruins. But all I could see was my home, as it had stood yesterday morning when I had left for school. Pranay playing in the garden with sparky, Mom waving at me frm the doorway and Dad reading the paper sitting on his easy chair in the garden. All I could see was my home when I had returned yesterday evening frm the ground. Mom gosipping with the neighbours over the compund wall, probably exchanging new recipes. My Mom and my neighbour had noticed my presence when I opened the gate and my neighbour was waving at me and asking me about my day. Thats when I felt my Dad jerking me and I came to my senses. When I turned around my Mom was stading behind him, olding my brother and with a worried expression on her face. I turned again to my Dad to find him asking me what was I waving at.

The relief forces had started to arrive and were shifting every1 to camps setup by various help organisations. We were given packets of food and milk. A emergency medical centre was also setup as the local hospital was also affected by the quake. Seriously injured people were being transferred to other hospitals using helicofters. After some preliminary first aid we started to my aunts house which was located in the next town. It turns out that my Dad had called them up after we had reached the camp. After 90 minutes of long drive we arrived at my aunts house and started cleaning up.

A week had passed since the incident, all schools in the town were closed but the hospitals have just been opened partially and the relief camp was mostly disbanded except for a small division to distribute food. Most of the people had already migrated to other places for the time being. Mom was busy rewinding the whole incident increasing the length of the narration each time and Pranay was busy playing around and showing off his new clothes. Dad was busy making calls and visiting insurance offices. Sparky was just busy barking at every1. Pictures of the devastation had dropped their frequency in the news and they were now replaced by interviews with the victims and with experts in the field. The government had released aid for the victims and was promising funds for furthur research to detect such quakes in time.

That evening I went along with my Dad to visit the site where the house used to stand. Dad was one of the few sensible ppl to have insured the house and was happy that we had enough money to rebuild again. He went to discuss the details with the insurance guy leaving me all alone with the ruins. I started moving around the place remembering each part of the house. The spot in the living room where I would be usually be found, lying on the floor with a remote in my hand and switching through channels. The spot where my Mom used to sit in a chair reading her magazines and ordering me to stick to a channel. The place on the dinner table for which we sibling used to fight. The platform in the kictchen where I used to bug my Mom while she was cooking dinner. The closet where I used to lock my brother up when he used to bother me. My bed where I used to lie for hours talking on the phone with friends about girls. Those sweet memories were disturbed with the return of my Dad.

My Dad was all smiles and seemed really happy. On the way to my aunts place after dropping the insurance guy at his office my Dad was telling me that thanks to the insurance money we could afford to rebuild a new house. My mind went wandering off the dirty wall in the living room. The marks on the corner of the wall where I had drawn my first hillside scenery and had to clean it up as a punishment. Yes, we could rebuild our house but would be it the home we lost???

Ps:- @Voltaire, A couple of the posts were meant to be descriptive but Ur right. Will try to improve on that and U finally do Ur work ;).

This post may not be as U might have expected it to be based on my previous post. But this is just what I had in mind when I was writingPt1.

A crumbling world Pt1.

I was riding on a horse-carriage on a rocky road. Feeling each bump under the wheels throughout my body. It felt that the road just got bumpier and bumpier. I opened my eyes to find the ceiling swaying like a swing over my head. I could feel the bumps like slight tremors frm the ground. I could hear a faint whisper calling out my name. I stressed my ears to hear it but all I could hear was a rumbling noise and the howling of my dogs. The neighing of the horses, the sound of wheels jumping off the bumps were all gone and were replaced by the rumbling frm under me.

My eyes began to see clearly and the ceiling was still moving but much faster and the dog kept on howling. It was desperately trying to free itself frm its collar. I moved my head around and all I could see was specks of vibrating lights. Some of them were shining brightly on the floor in the faint glow of the night bulb, some of them were floating and some of them were falling down and giving birth more lights. It was then that I heard my dad’s voice for the first time. He came barging into the room screaming something and it seemed as if he was running towards me. Then I began to hear what he was screaming about. My heart skipped a beat and the world went blank inside me. All that my brain could comprehend was his words ringing in my head. “EARTHQUAKE, GET OUT”.

Then I felt his hands under me trying to throw me off the bed but he didnt need to. My legs had already started to work and had started on their own. I couldnt remember asking my legs to start running, I couldnt remember the need to wear my slippers and more than that I couldnt remember the existence of my dog, though my ears could hear it howling for its life. It was after I had reached the next room that my brain began to remember, the dog that had been my playmate for over 3 years and I began to run back to get it. I could feel my my Dad’s hands trying to drag me out but I kept shouting “I have to get sparky, I have to get sparky”. I was able to free myself frm protective clutches of my Dad and ran towards the room.

As I enetered the room, my legs began to hurt and it was then that I realised what was shining wasnt my imagination but peices of broken glass on the ground. With blood flowing out and pain filling into the emptiness that was created, I started searchign for sparky in the corner where it slept. Sparky was still howling but this time it wasnt in desperation but rather in pain. Pieces of glass were all over him and they was glowing like the night sky on his brown skin. I unlocked the chain and grabbed sparky and started running out. I saw my Dad screaming profanities at me, screaming to let go of the damn dog and save my life.

I followed my Dad to reach outside but instead of waking up frm the nightmare I started seeing the sad truth in the eyes of the grief stricken, trembling eyes of my neighbours. I could see my mother holding my brother in her arms and trying to calm his down. Mom’s are so stupid, how can a 6 yr old kid stop worrying when a 15 yr old kid couldnt??? Then my head turned towards the surroundings as I saw houses shaking like a setup of lego building blocks and ppl crying, Mothers trying to get into the crumbling houses to save their children and Dad’s trying to stop them from killing themselves. Then my eyes fell on the now unfamiliar remains of my childhood home.

It has all passed like a flash and before anyone could realise it everything every1 knew just vanished.

To be continued…..

Stalin

Saw the movie today and wanted to express my views on the movie.

1. Awesome theme music, good cinematography and decent comedy.
2. The movie has a good theme but lacks in story and screenplay. And the pace of the movie is a bit slow too at times.
3. A decent flick and considering Chiranjeevi it would be a hit. Mayb not as big as Tagore but definitely a hit.

Now for the part in which most Chiranjeevi fans would b interested in.
Songs and Dance sequences. Overall the songs wernt a drag. The steps assigned to Megastar though wernt as complicated as his previous endeavours but the cinematography was pretty good and the steps seemed to go well with the songs. The intro song which has long since become mandatory for all Chiranjeevi movies struck well with the overall picturisation of Chiranjeevi’s character in the movie. The locations for some of the songs seemed fresh and the cinematography was good in almost all of the songs. The movie also included a item song by Anushka( of Vikramarkudu and Supre fame) which I rate to be the best frm a purely male point of view. Trisha didnt seem to compliment Chiranjeevi in the songs.

Comedy. Some of the comic sequences had Chiranjeevi’s mother(Sharada) in the pivotal position with Bramhanandam(marriage broker/purohit), Sunil(Chiranjeevi’s friend) and Khusboo(Chirajeevi’s sister) complimenting her. While a few others rotated around Chiranjeevi and Trisha. Trisha’s sister also takes part in a few comic sequences. The comic sequences between Chiranjeevi and Trisha seemed to lack the comic timing at times. The sequences involving Chiranjeevi’s mother seem to be the best.

Fights and Dialogues. The fights though seem far fetched frm physics point of view, the cinematography, the choreography and the effects seem to carry the weight of the sequences. The dialogues were powerfull and an attempt for social reformation was made. A war sequence has also been included with Chiranjeevi as a major in the military in a flashback. The sequences lacked everything except patriotism and heroism. In plain english the sequence sucked.

StoryLine.
The movie revolves around the lead actor’s attempt to rekindle the long dead helping nature of mankind. A corrupt politician(Prakash raj) and his son-in-law(Sye villian) have been included to fill the gaps in the movie and to give the hero a anti-hero other than the heartless selfish society.

The movie starts with acts of kindness and the helpfullness of the lead actor. A traumatic incident leads the lead actor to lead to a method for improving the society. A person helps 3 ppl and instead of acceptings thanks asks them to inturn help 3 others and pass around the gudwill. This idea has been copied frm a movie “Pay it forward”. The central idea of the movie seems to be revolving around this idea which seems to have failed at the beginning but towards the end becomes a revolution.A small feud over a drunk punks rudeness and hostility towards a beggar turns into a clash of, principles and moralities of the hero and the ego and ambitions of the anti-hero. The anti-hero tries to get rid of the hero’s family but fails and inturn leading to his only son’s death in a bizzare and ridiculous fight seqence of sorts. He plans to pin a murder of noneother than the CM on the hero but fails in even killing the CM thnx to the hero and later gets arrested on those charges.

On the sidelines A small and persistent feud between the lead actor’s mother and his sister based on her marriage to a punjabi razes on and ironically leads to some good laughs. Though towards the interval the feud ends thnx to dontaion of kidney by the punjabi.
The love story between Chiranjeevi and Trisha seemed to included only for aesthetic reasons and even the humour attempted failed miserably. Overall Trisha’s existence in the movie is purely aesthetic and holds no significance.

Performances.

1. Chiranjeevi is awesome asusual. But he has become old. He isnt what he used to be.
2. Trisha seemed to have failed to do justice to even the meagre role assigned to her.
3. Chiranjeevi’s mother’s performance was good and times and the comic timing was perfect.
4. Prakash raj seemed to be a imitation of Laloo in appearances and the role is unique and is not cliched.
5. Khusboo’s performance did justice to her role.
6. Sunil seemed to have become the perfect filler but unlike his previous movies his role is more emotional and less humorous.
7. A lot of actors were wasted.
8. Suman plays a guest role.

And again the theme music is awesome.

PS, thanks to

1. Ippili for the tickets.
2. Ramji for Chiranjeevi’s mom’s name ;).
3. Ramji and Yar for reviewing.
4. Srikanth for enlightening me about the movie “Pay it forward”.

Future

Finally decided what Im gonna do with my nxt few years. Gonna takeup a job at ATI with venki and vamsee and will ahve some fun.

Well thats all actually.

Rain

I dont really know, wether its my boredom or my happiness that has promted me to write this blog. It all started at 7pm today, when I was trying to burn some fat by indulging my body in the most non-demanding sport that I know off. TableTennis. I dont know about others but as far as Im concerned that game must have been invented by a person atleast as lazy as Iam. A game that would barely pass as a sport based on the energy required to play it but is still fun though.

So we were having a game of TT and all of a sudded it starts to rain cats and dogs. We stop our game to have a look at the rain and start swearing about how this new development would ruin any possibility of me going out. Then we return to our world and continue our game and after a few minutes of RIGOROUS gaming we decide to call it a day and return to our rooms. I dont know wether it was the tiredness or wether it was the pleasant breeze flowing but I couldnt close my door.

Sitting on the bed tired and enjoying the cold breeze I started to enjoy the finer elements of rain. The distinctive smell of water soaked mud, the pleasant beating of rain drops on the concrete floor and ofcourse the refreshing breeze. All the weariness seem to have been replaced by a freshness that only a hot bath would havee able to achieve.

Then I shift my butt to the corridor and place it on the edge of the wall, with a pillar lending support to my back and the grills preventing me frm falling into the rain. Drops of water touching my skin and even the cold and wet grills sending chills throughout my body couldnt drag me away frm the rhythmic beat of droplets of water falling on the leaves. The leaves appeared as a assortment of drums waiting for the heavy drops of water to challenge them and the drops of water trying desperately to break those leaves. It looked a whole symphony consisting of only only drums. At the moment all I could do was stare into the rain, nowhere in particular and all that flashed into my mind was AR Rehmans recent ads for some radio channel. All he says in it is “Theres music in everything.” and i understood it then completely for the firsttime.

Then after an hour of staring at the rain my paapi peth brought me back to reality and I had to leave the scenery. The rain had already stopped but it was still very hard to move. So a brisk walk till the gate procured me some hot noodles. Thers nothing better than hot spicy food in a rainy night.

Okey, enough of this crap. Will b back with a serious topic in a few hrs.

Civil War - GNR

Awesome lyrics. Definitely better than anything I can post right now.

Civil War - Guns And Roses.

“What we’ve got here is failure to
communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach…
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N’ I don’t like it any more than you men.” *

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they’ve always done before

Look at the hate we’re breeding
Look at the fear we’re feeding
Look at the lives we’re leading
The way we’ve always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can’t deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D’you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said “Peace could last forever”
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can’t trust freedom
When it’s not in your hands
When everybody’s fightin’
For their promised land

And
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we’re spilling
Look at the world we’re killing
The way we’ve always done before
Look in the doubt we’ve wallowed
Look at the leaders we’ve followed
Look at the lies we’ve swallowed
And I don’t want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I’ve seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
‘Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

“WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER” **

I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
And I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need one more war

I don’t need one more war
Whaz so civil ’bout war anyway

* Strother Martin-from the film Cool Hand Luke
** Peruvian Guerilla General

Uncertainity

Have you ever been reading a novel and right in the middle of it, wondered what would happen next??? Have you ever been, tempted to skip to the ending, just because U couldnt handle the suspense anymore??? If U have then all it says about U is that, Ur afraid of whats gonna happen next. The same way Ur afraid of what Ur life is gonna shape to. So, is it a gud thing or a bad thing that Ur afraid of the suspense that Ur future is. Ppl rushing to their astrologers say that they just want to decide whats better for them.

Some great philosophers might say that its useless being afraid and that whatever is going to happen, is just a part of Ur life. And that whatever is going to happen, will happen eventually, when it is supposed to and its best left alone, for only that time to show us that. They even state it in a poetic style, “The past is the past, the future is the future and all thats present now is this moment”.

Others, whom the saintly accuse of being human, are afraid of the uncertainity that is life. They are curious of the future that will eventually show itself, when the time is ripe. But whats the point of living, if U knew what going to happen next. Whats the point of living, if U dont have anything to look forward to. The uncertainity of life and the wait for future becoming present, isnt that what life is all about. Isnt the uncertainities that arouse our curiosity, the real beauty of life???

I dont know how to end this, except by saying that I have found myself, to be suffering with the so called disease of being human. There have been instances, where I had to leave a book uncompleted, as I couldnt handle the tension, read its end and spoiled the book for myself. There have been times, when I frantically rush through the papers, to have a look at what the stars predict for me. I dont know wether its good or bad to dream about the future, all the possibilites and then to be surprised at what it really turns out ot be. But thats what keeps me going through the mundane life. The quest to findout what possibility future has chosen to become, of all the innumerable possibilities.

A burning cigarette.

A cigarette is lit and continues to burn until all of it is consumed. Wether U smoke U or U dont it will still reach its end. Mayb a little slower but it sure will.

The red invisible flame burns it bit by bit until the countdown is finished. We are born, we eat, we sleep and do a lot of things during our lifetime but eventually we die. All thats left is a tombstone with Ur name on it for the coming ages to acknowledge Ur once exsitence. Slowly but surely humans will become extinct and then their successors would b studying the habits of a extinct race. Some ppl try to stay immortal even after their death by doing things that others would remember. Things that are good, things that are bad. Things that were considered good in the past might be considered bad now. But they are still remembered along with their doers.

But what really is the reason for wanting such immortality??? Is it for the coming ages to praise us which we cant listen to??? Or is to delay the eventual extinction of the race??? Or is it to create boring study material for the archealogists of the future races???

What really is the purpose of this life then??? Whatever we do, however great the deeds mayb, we will eventually die and would it really mean anything to us afterall???

A cigarette is lit and continues to burn until all of it is consumed. Wether U smoke U or U dont it will still reach its end. Mayb a little slower but it sure will.

So why not smoke the cigarette and die a little younger and atleast have the fun of smoking it.

Disclaimer:- This is a study of the real meaning of life frm the perspective of a lazy, earthly guy. Not to be misread as the mournings of a smoker who couldnt find a cigarette as its past 12 ;).

Elvis Presley

Lyrics may not be too great but this guy is the greatest music star of the previous century.

Not his best songs either. But the ones I really like.

Trouble

If you’re looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you’re looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery
Well I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me

I’ve never looked for trouble
But I’ve never ran
I don’t take no orders
From no kind of man
I’m only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you’re gonna start a rumble
Don’t you try it on alone
Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery
Well I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me
I’m evil, evil, evil, as can be
I’m evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don’t mess around don’t mess around don’t mess around with me
I’m evil, I’m evil, evil, evil
So don’t mess around, don’t mess around with me
I’m evil, I tell you I’m evil
So don’t mess around with me
Yeah!
 

Cant help falling in love.

Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can’t help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can’t help falling in love with you
for I can’t help falling in love with you
 

Many more really good songs. My favourite but not his best.

Source  http://www.oldielyrics.com/e/elvis_presley.html

Bike Crazy.

A lot of ppl ask me why I love my bike or why I dont lend it to any1. Both have the same answer.

Some ppl buy bikes for their transportation needs and some others buy them cos they love them.

Thers no easy way to explain how one can love a lifeless machine that follows Ur orders and might even kill U if Urnt careful while using it. Or in other words have more fun and U might get hurt ;). So why does one love a bike when thers a possibility of skidding or crashing???

Remember the summers when U were 5, playing in the ground with Ur friends, the first drops of rain declaring the start of the monsoon, U getting wet, the winds making Ur body even cold and all Ur friends running for shelter??? Ur the only1 left in the ground. Wet and cold, the rain drops pricking U like endless needles, the winds splashing dirty water all over and Ur friends are calling for U to get to the shelter. But U dont run to them. U stay in the rain, raise Ur hands to Ur sides, raise Ur head to the sky and just stay there enjoying the arrival of monsoon.

Same goes while riding a bike. U know that the tires might skid if U brake hard but U still push Ur tires past it limits. U know that U might lose Ur balance and might topple off but U still bend the handle. U know that U might crash into others but U still give the accelerator a push more than U really need to. All that isnt bcos U need to get somewhere a little faster. If it is then Ur stupid to lay Ur life for saving a minute. All that is bcos of the child in U.

U roll Ur wrist not to watch the odometer spin but to feel the mechanical soundtrack sending vibrations through Ur body, to fell the wind blowing in Ur face, to watch the world dissappear behind U.

U bend Ur shoulder not to take a turn but to see Urself winning against the Earth pulling to devour U and to give the blood in Ur head a different direction to flow to.

And U dont race to win but to fly.

But asusual the child in U might want to use a knife but knives along with shining, cut too.

So be careful cos even fun isnt free. Ride safely.