Friday, February 26, 2010

V.I.Ps

So while the world, or at least one-sixth of it, ponders on how to make ends meet this year what with the powers that be taking a long-term view for once and suited and booted men and wo-men give expert opinions and not-so-expert opinions on how India well save itself, we here at Belapur sit and dissect responses of our distributors to questions asked to them on around ten different parameters, each of these parameters broken down into five or more sub-questions and then each sub-question broken down further into more questions, and if you think that these are amateur attempts to take feedback, think again, because there is a huge amount of regression, data interpretation, analysis that is done, after which the results are compiled into sexy ppts by consultants and shoved down our throats and also made to count in our year-end ratings which decide our career paths, so yes, we are a bunch of people engaged in what we believe is extremely important activity, while the world waltzes by.

Phew. Seriously.

Statement of Purpose

I am sitting in office and blogging. Yes, I am. I am, I am, I am.

Monday, February 22, 2010

How the week looks and other items

Some people shall be nonplussed by my FB status message.

Coming back to the same bed every night, now that's luxury. And that is exactly what I have planned for this week, not to mention a weekend where not a single cell in my body shall murmur the name of its day-time master, the company.

Work seems like a breeze.

Oh that reminds me, have to sell more breeze.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

I-box

Today I saw what very few people on this planet must have had the good fortune to. I saw..

..Salman Khan in a guest appearance on CID. Yes, that very same show on the Sony channel which plods on and on - and on. And apparently presses dubious stars into doing equally suspicious cameos. Old man Sallu is playing himself at the brink of a release - Wanted, no less. And the CID storms into his residence to tell him that they have found a pirated copy in somebody's home. Sallu tries to act puzzled. Then the CID baldie goes on to say that the problem at hand is much worse than just movie piracy. And Sallu gets to act even more perplexed. He says - Maayne? (Meaning?). Then the baldie throws in the punch line, something to the effect - Along with the pirated DVD, we also found a murdered body! Sallu breaks all records which have been established uptil then by equally fishy blokes for terrible-acting.

And then I switched channels to watch a game of musical chairs being played, between all of Rahul Mahajan's wannabe wives, while he is standing around, squealing with glee, dressed as a school-boy.

Hmm. I have always had a certain attraction for the bizarre. And the most outre thing I can think of at the moment is to switch the channel again and tune in to - Raaz pichhle janam ka.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Dil toh bachha hai ji

Ishq nein humko kaayar bana diya
Billi raasta kaate, toh dobara ghoom jate hain
Ishq nein aisa chanchal-adhir bana diya
Sooiyaan saath nahi dein, toh ghadi phek aate hain
Ishq ne naapaaq-nikamma bana diya
Raat ko aankhen band hoti hain, khwaab din ko nazar aate hain
Ishq nein dekho kaisa bachha bana diya
Jo bol humse nahi hon, woh bol kaat jate hain

Saturday, February 06, 2010

The girl who died

A lonely evening
Shadows falling heavy
The only sound
The tick-tock of the ebbing clock

Some old letters for company
And photographs
The joys of youth
Stamped clearly across each

Look up at the glass window
And the stranger looks back
This stranger is no stranger
Fashioned out of your own two hands

Look again at the photos
And hungrily devour
The girl who died a nameless death
In order for you to survive