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Of late, I have been blogging very infrequently (and most of it is about me "not blogging" ... so in real terms I have been blogging more infrequently than it appears to be)

Maybe, I thought that I can jot down few random points about random happenings around me -

- I loved the movie - "Inception". I am increasingly tempted to believe that life is just a dream within a dream!
Maybe, that this world is my totem and that it goes on continuously, is a proof that life is a dream.

- I watched Udaan (all alone!). Loved the movie.
  Few points (apart from plot, performances, narration etc) that added to this liking are -
  music that gels with the pace and theme of the movie (including "motu master" song), poems (especially "joote kahan utaare the" - have copy pasted it below in Appendix -1), realistic settings (un-karan joharish sets) etc. I would love to call it a "Taare Zameen Par" for teenagers.

- The "w" key of my laptop is orking on its on ill ... and I am telling people to assume "w" herever necessary!!

- Looking at the state of affairs in preparation for commonwealth games, I often wonder that corruption is an accepted thing and maybe we have become indifferent to it. Although kabhi kabhi ye sab dekh kar mere andar ka caffeine khaul uthta hai !!!

- My reading habits have deteriorated to an abysmal level. However of late I have been quite impressed by UG Krishnamurti. However, I have been guzzling newspaper and other random articles with hopes of accumulating (useless) knowledge.

- Some people think that when I say "I am doing nothing", I might actually have been writing something.
I wish to, but I suddenly have seemed to run out of all enthusiasm/ motivation!
And yeah, I need some sustainable time pass !

- There has been an overdose of Facebook and Twitter in my life and now I am getting bored of them (especially "phony"celebrity tweets!). Also India - Sri Lanka test matches are a big bore.
But I am a bit addicted to boredom so I do follow these things.

- I am impressed by Wikipedia as it lists Rahul Mahajan's occupation as "entertainer".
(I seriously wonder how stupid the "contestants" for the swayamar of this drug addict & wife beater idiot would be ... or maybe, such is the lure of money!).

- Of late, I am getting scared of August ... It is the month that brings me a number closer to old age!

- According to latest estimates, my book will hit markets in at least 1 month from now. So I hope that it will be out in 2-3 months or so. (it was supposed to be there a month ago :(( ) Lekin main patience ki charamseema paar kar chuka hun ... ell .. .almost !

- Sometimes I think that I am such a trivial element in this mighty jigsaw puzzle called "universe" and wonder if I really matter !!!??

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Appendix -1 - Joote kahan utaare the
(poem from "Udaan")

Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein 
Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par 
Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte 
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain ki Joote kahan utaare the.
Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur nazuk hi rahegi In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.
Sach, bhool gaye hain Ki joote kahan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin.

Comments

  1. ur life seems to be W'Hole :)

    addicted to boredom ... how to get out of it ? next post ka topic

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  2. May be, you should take up learning Chinese to pass time...

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  3. @ Marathe - IF that is the next topic, that post might never come at all ...

    @ Pradnya - Yeah .. Looking at those Chinese comments, I might soon need to learn the language!

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