Before I die(d), I fell in love with Amit Trivedi...

thanks to the title of my new post, I now have your undivided atention (glory be to the ways of PR and media)!!! Amit Tridevi happens to be the music director of the just released Dev D and I am completely in love with the sound track. None of you would have been reading this, if you knew it was a music review. So, here I am doing almost that clubbed with some of the memories the songs have triggered.

well, I chanced upon this song 'emosanal attyachaar' while one of the kids was channel surfing... all of us were hooked to the song instantly (they are 5 and 2 and me 32)... they fell in love with the weird sounding words and music and i went back to my childhood... it triggered my stay at Bhopal (then and even now in MP)... Bhopal in those days had these orchestra guys playing music and singing aloud on big 'haath thelaas' blaring from loud speakers... they even sang the music... like 'tauba tera jalwa, tauba tera pyaar... taain-taain-taain-taain-taain (5 times, then repeat again)... gottit? and it was so much fun... basic bhopu, and yeahs, and tain-tain happening!

coming back, next is a song called 'aankh micholi'... it takes you to a different high... you need to be in a trance... a state of mind that you don't want to come back from... so, go, smoke, pot, booze, feel high and listen to the song... or on second thoughts, maybe just listen to the song... it will be a different kinda high!

And yes, that's all about my love story...isstory... Bhopal kinds!

Before I die(d)... I learnt it is so difficult being good!

don't know why am i writing anything about being good and bad... for me it is always a shade of both... wonder does good or bad really exist? what is good to me may not be good to you ... don't know...

well, what triggered this thing about being good is rather being right... i was at the ticket window wanting to renew my train pass... i have a first class pass and there's a separate queue at the window that allows you to feel special(!!!) by not letting you be a part of the serpentine queues.

Now, that I was there, one look at those in the 2nd class queue and I couldn't just barge in and get done with my pass... those who know me, know I am no saint but somehow it had to do more with not being the right thing to do when there were people waiting from I don't know when... so i waited and let at least 3 people from the 'other' queue pass before I went to the window...

the woman behind me, lost her patience by then and showered me with what-the-hell-do-you-think-you-are-doing kinda look... well, not only looks but showered me with get the hell out of here kinda sentences. I stood my ground, let the 3 people pass and then went on with my ticketing...

next in the train, i stop a lady from throwing garbage out of the window and again i am showered with the above mentioned looks...

really wonder... if it is difficult being good ... is it really difficult standing your ground... your princples?... think whatever it is but it is worth it... for me, i get a kick out of it at the risk of being kicked!

Before I die(d)... I met a sniffer dog called Lara Dutta...

yeah, it is true... really really true... and no, it is not my figment of imagination after the recent attacks and bombs... this piece is dedicated to this beautiful black sniffer dog (bitch for those who are ready to slit my throat on gender bias grounds!) called Lara Dutta...

Now, in the local trains which I take to commute to and from office, I happened to meet this lovely dog with a police wala... she was elegant, had shiny black hair, well kept and had a first class pass... (don't ask me what was the pass for? Was she supposed to check only the first class compartments or what???)anyways, here she was, just besides me, sniffing under the compartment berths wagging her tail and licking her nose clean...

She was named Lara Dutta (I know, I know, my curiosity got better of me and I asked the policeman about her being christened Lara Dutta... and he drew a blank and smiled his paan stained teeth saying, 'humka kya maloom madam, saahib log jo rakh diye so rakh diye')... hmmm... there seems to be atleast 1 big fan of the Bollywood actress(?) in the police force...

So, our Lara sniffs for bombs, has detected 2-3 bombs and saved lives so far... she has all the facilitites of a first class officer, will get pension after she retires (actually, this is still under debate), has a breakfast of 1 litre milk, 4 eggs and mutton and even has a personal care taker!

... but she sniffs around for bombs without any jackets... atleast not on her regular visits... something like our own jawaans... hai na?

Before I die(d)... I met a man who repairs coffee machines...

this subject is a little weird to start my blog with... meeting a man who repairs coffee machines doesnot make for an interesting subject... there isn't much scope for creating something out of it... well, i will be honest... there IS nothing to create out of it... 'll just state the facts...

So, here is how it goes... today at noon i was having lunch with a colleague... and there was this youngish looking chap working at our office coffee machine... 'maa da ladla...' - that was his cell ringtone... he picked up and i eavesdropped on the one sided conversation...

"... in some xyz office i had gone before there was a little hole in the coffee machine and rats would go into it destroying the machine... so, you know what I did?... i just took a 'kya kehte hain usko? jispe yeh office waale apni chaai ka cup rakhte hain?.. arree wahi jo chaukon hota hai...' (i wanted to butt in but decided against... wanted him to carry on the conversation)... khair... let it be... so, i took 'that' and bought 5 rupaye ka gum and stuck it on that hole... so no hole and no more rats... vo udhar ki madam boli 'kya idea lagayi hai' ... " and he smiled...

he smiled and so did i... think that's why smiles are infectious...