Ghajini..............

It was just one of those mornings when you wake up and find unfamiliar things surround you. It was as if i was back to bedlam. The dishevelled place brought glimpses of the happenings of the night back to my mind. May be those events that occurred the other night were too much for my brain cells to handle so they chose to just forget them?  

I got out of bed and saw a newspaper lying down on the floor. Surprisingly i could not even remember my own apartment or even the date on the newspaper. It said 14^th jan ........ it carried a picture of a bohemian rock star gone havoc on the streets and apparently wearing an oversized diper and running around the streets with a toy green coloured jedi lightsaber cursing some company named Satyam . Why was he doing that ... I just couldn’t comprehend? As far as i remember , Satyam was one of those fortune 500 companies. Why would neone hate some company with the bottom of their heart so much.

As i moved towards the loo i found some medical reports stuck to the door. They said that i had some sort of short term memory loss. OMG!!!!!!! Was that why i couldn’t remember anything? To gainsay that seemed logical at that time. So i just shrugged it aside and went on to do my business.

But as soon as i removed my shirt.... i was horrified to see myself. Apart from the awesome biceps and abs, i had some strange tattoos on my entire body. As i went to the mirror in a bid to look at them i was horrified at what i saw. The one on my (awesome but clean shaven?????) chest said, “You will not get placed“. As i gazed upon the rest of my body i saw more of these tattoos. On my left hand there were a series of numbers 6.32, 5.46, 7.22, 5.25, 4.75 (the last number seemed pretty low) it said these were my GPA’s for the past 2.5 years. Then as i moved my hand forward to reach for the tap ... i found another tattoo there. This one said “there is no water, internet, good food in the mess below “ . This agglomeration of all this new information was too much for me to take.  i rushed outside with the fallacy that this was just a dream. I screamed, broke tube lights, and applied toothpaste on my head all while I was still naked slapping a dozen people on the way.  I was now gravid with doubts about my existence itself.   Knew that i had to do something ... something very important but i just couldn’t put my finger on it.  All this while i was running when my friend’s voice acted as a hiatus which bought me out of my maelstrom. He pointed out that there was something written on my back. It said, “Amir must be killed!!! “. It was then that realization dawned upon me. I started to recollect my memory. It all started when i went to watch Ghajini with my friends. I had so many expectations from this movie. I even thought of getting the Ghajini hair cut. Thankfully i was sane enough back then.  It was such a nugatory and ignominious flick that i felt mortified just by sitting in the theatre. I think that did it for me. Being such a big film buff, the recent films were such a letdown that i had pinned all my hopes and as it seems that my sanity too in this film.

 

aur batao...........

What  do 20 yr olds talk about when they meet ....... remember age means a loot here .... i would have written completely different shit if i was a year or two younger or older .......{ but shit none the less  :P } ....... i am a hostelite in a different state than my hometown ........ so i don get to talk to my friends here a lot on my phone .....  you know ... cause std rates are applied on the calls ....... which is in itselfa very funny story ....... when i took my Vodafone plan i was very happy to see written on my booklet in big words “ Goa and Maharashtra local *” ... i was sooo happy to see that ..... but i didn’t notice the star at that time ...... u really gotto be careful of those things ...... they are like devils horns on a word ....... they had cleverly written in very fine words at the bottom of the booklet .... except Mumbai ..... man it pisses me off so much ......

I come home after every 4 to 5 months ... so i assume i have a lot to talk to my frnds here ....... but surprisingly ...... i don’t ........ ill tell u how one of the meetings among the frnds go here ... we all decide a common place to meet ..... most of the time its a mall .... tis not becoz we r not bored of the malls ... its becoz .... a new one pops after every 5 months ..... and u have that compelling need to check it out even though u know it is goin to be the same ol crappy place ..... where  annoying bollywood numbers r always played in the background and everyone of the shopkeepers are smiling their asses off ............ 

So when we meet ... v start with throwing yoyos at each other.....that take about 5 mins ...... most of us have forgotten the branch of te other person .... so ten v start askin each other the embrassing question ...  to which college and branch they belong .... that takes another 5 mins ..... if its an all guys group th v jump on  how awesome Angelina jolie was i her attest movie .... or what all new laptop configs are available ....  an if there girls too ... then the go on an on about how this one or that one has gotten fat or prettier ..... Obviously there r exceptions.........

But after exchanging these plesantaries .... the conversation somersaults in a vry obscure direction .... hey did hear x  hooked up with y ... and thn  thats it .... the fun tat the evening was supposed to be ends ..... and then its nolonger fun ..... i mean ppl why cant v talk bout ... globalwarmng ....or the lhc ...and its effects on mankind ... and the reaction of the church towards it ..... butno ...v wan to tlk bout something else ...and once you r dragged into tht conversation ... here is no stopping it ... u go on an on an on .... u will be amazed about how much u will talk bout x ‘s compatibility with y n bout  why h should have had chosen z .....

This jus makes me wonder ... r v seeing too much of American sitcoms ... or in these troubled times .... this is the only topic which interests us......

intro ........

Frisbee

Well lemme tell you guys what the name means first .....

First lemme warn you guys that i hav a very screwed up way of looking at things so please bear with me . you all know what a Frisbee means .... you played with it when you were a kid .... and if you still do then grow up .....  if it still seems fun then you should think of getting yourself a life ....... but thats just my opinion .... comming back .... a Frisbee ...... its something you throw in the air .... but the deal here is that ..... and contrary to popular belief ... it most often does not come back to you .... thats just a very ......very ..................very metaphorical way of saying that you guys might not agree with or even completely disagree with whatever i write here ........  but that doesn’t mean i care even a damn bit .....  i still donno why i am blogging ....... i guess the reason behind that lies hidden deep in the midst of my conscience right in between my 266778^th  and 266779^th nerve cells obviously an approximate number ............. think its jus cause i wanna increase my typing speed ...... mebbe ..... i donno ...........................................