Zarquon is not very punctual

Its now time to catch up with things I’ve missed due to the busy month that passed. (Or was it two months?) Well whatever, its now time to catch up. So what did I miss…. a lot of movies, a lot of books, a lot of news!!

Yes surely a lot of news. But it was a strange experience, I mean missing the news. If you pick up today newspaper say after 5 days, most of the news must have either changed, made redundant by some other news, or oblieterated by some happening. So I felt it was okay to have missed the news.

But had to compensate for movies…. haven’t seen anything since the release of Troy. Can you believe that. Yes you have to. Its true. So I saw Troy today. And there’s a long list of pending ones… The Aviator, Ocean’s Elevan, and I don’t even know what(?)…. I told you I missed the news as well. I feel like coming out of some hibernation.

I’ll come back and write reviews, if could manage not to hibernate again.

Mai akelA hi chalA thA janib-e-manzil magar,
log sAth Ate gaye kArawA.n banatA gayA.

(By Majrooh SultanPuri, I guess, somebody confirm)
(Image: Prasoon in Goa, 2002)

I left delhi when I was 17 or 18. I always disliked the city. People are hypocrite, show-off is prevalent, Its not safe. The delhi news papers read at least one rape case daily.

Mumbai has always been the most liked city. The time span for which the city is awake, the feeling of being home even after being part of the undistinguishable crowd, the unbelievable levels of saftey.

But today a news really baffled me. An incident of rape by a police man… that too on the marine drive. God save Mumbai.. from the real filth of metropolitan life… the feeling of being in a forest… the feeling of being insecure… the feeling on being in a Darwinian framework… struggle for existence and survival of the fittest. God save…. Mumbai!!

Orkut, as I always use it, is a tool to observe people. Nothing else on the web gives a better way of doing it.

But something wierd happend with me. I had a conversation with a girl on a community some ages ago. Then banged into her again. While writing something in her scrapbook, could not help observing her huge sracpbook. (Yep huge… some 300 odd scraps) Where else do you get a chance to apply your logic to derive conclusions. And I derived conclusions. Somehow I wrote the conclusions to her…. and what!! she blamed me for “stalking” her. As in I’m some Delhi rapist… paving a trap route for a ‘prey’.

Yes there is something really strange about the world nowdays. I need to take a break from work… surely.. haven’t taken it for long.

I’m listening to Nirvana, after a really long gap. Brings back some weird and old memories. Everybody around me in college days used to love them. Man who sold the world was an anthem. Even now, if any of us starts…. tanaa-na-na-nanan …everyone else catches up…. we passed upon the stairs…..

I dont know what’s there in Nirvana which binds you, makes you resonate with the music… phyisically as well. You start moving in sync with the base. There are very few bands which have that affect… I guess “release me” Pearl Jam and to some extenct Alanis.

Whatever I write here is coming true. Unfortunately I wrote only bad things here. So now I must start penning down good thoughts as well. But what… nothing coming to mind yet. Anyways… I’ll comeback and write something.

go hAth ko jumbish nahee.n Ankho mei.n to dam hai
rahane do abhee sAGar-o-meenA mere Age
[jumbish = motion/energy] [sAGar-o-meenA = glass of wine]

(By Ghalib)
(Image: From one of my birthday treats, probably 2002, in SP Powai)