The Night Out

Okay it can’t get crazier than this,

Yesterday night 1.30 AM

I was walking towards OBH and here, I meet Aniket and Prateek wearing sports shoes.

Aniket (out of the blue): abey chal, Santro/Mushroom Rock chalte hai!
Me (with my colon ‘O’ expression): what?! and looked at my cellphone to see what time is it.
Prateek: it’s just an impulsive thing re. Join us.
Aniket: don’t think, just come along.
Me: um..okay. And I thought: Why the fuck not?

We traversed through a LOT of vegetation comprising of thorny green bushes, climbed a couple of walls, faced a bunch of barking dogs and finally, we were on the True Deccan (mind you, not the synthetic dambar roads or mud-pathways or man-made concrete structures but the genuine igneous rocks of Deccan). Suddenly we stopped, none of us spoke a word. We just stood there, staring at the path leading into woods under the boundless sky (mostly covered with clouds with moonbeams penetrating through ‘em). It was totally surreal, with night breeze hitting our faces. Then, we spotted a weird-shaped rock standing precariously on two small ones with some shelter-space in between ‘em. We progressed towards it through the woodland and finally, when we were near, we started to feel like some sort of Cavemen. Climbed the damn fuckin’ thing and just had a 360-degree view standing on a higher ground until our eyes were completely satisfied. Ah! after some random conversations, everybody just spread their own bodies over the rock in a relaxed, comfy position and closed their eyes to take some rest.

Today morning 6.30 AM

I opened my eyes to listen birds chirping. WTF? we literally had a ‘Night-Out’. We slept on Santro Rock, yes, you heard it right! I just can’t believe how we managed to have a sound sleep on a big boulder in the middle of nowhere. But, it happened. The feeling was just out of this world.

A Chat with My Cousin

DISCLAIMER: People looking for humour, please bear with me.

I had been to my granny’s place – Tenali in the summer holidays where me and my cousin (who, by the way, is an angrezi from US of A and likes to call this town – Ténaal) were redefining the phrase ‘Vellah Vagabonds’. Remember that ‘Things, never done at Grandma’s Place’ post of mine, imagine the same kind of rustic ambience in the background. We were throwing stones over a body of stagnant water which can’t be called a lake actually. And this conversation between us was just as arbitrary as any other over coffee or caramels.

Cousin: hey! you know what, this town is known as Andhra Paris.

Me: what the …, really?

Cousin: what are you man, eight?! (pauses for a moment and wipes his spectacles with his shirt) and says: NOW, you know what your problem is?

***
I began thinking how familiar this question was to me; got reminded of the opening scene from ‘ratatouille’ where the frame freezes as Remy bursts through the window carrying a book over his head. I call it -
“What’s My Problem” scene

***
Me: no, um…but I want to know.

Cousin: you…I mean, we both, rarely visit this place. It’s like abandoning and being ignorant of our own culture. I’m feeling like a renegade right now.

Me: arey, don’t feel off man! I think it’s inevitable but…

Cousin: never mind.

Me: hey! how about a movie in the adjacent theatre housing rickety chairs and a ‘brilliant’ stereo, would that cheer you up?

Cousin: okay, ‘whatever’. (As he was saying this I was deluding that he made two ‘V’ signs with both of his hands and joined to form the letter ‘W’ –
W for Whatever, hmm…why was I doing that?)

After ploughing your way through the above writing you must be like “what’s the point?” frankly, I don’t know. As I said before, ‘arbit’ is the word.

:recording

Quirky Me

By the evolving quirky tag meme! I got tagged over here by Sankalp. um…here are some ‘arbit’ quirks about me:

1. I read comic books and graphic novels; preferably in tangible form. Hey! did you, by chance, read the latest graphic novel ‘Kari’- Amruta Patil. If you have, tell me about it. Not through the internet for christ’s sake, just call me up whenever you’re like super-vellah. We’ll settle down for a chat, over hot samosas and do some adda-baazi at the Coffee Shop.

2. Okay, this maybe weird…but I think girls who wear converse | similar shoes are a total turn-on (now, you must be like WTF? but don’t know man… this is a honest thought of mine). And I respect independent women.

3. I observe systems which evince swarm behaviour in nature.

4. My summer ’sport’: fidgeting with TV remote and doing couch-commando giri at home.

5. I believe in the underlying philosophy of Batman-Joker (’The Dark Knave’) and Sith Lords. By it’s very nature, the dark side invites strife.

6. Finally, Prateek broke my heart! by publicly declaring his hatred for Gossip Girl (TV series). I say, the character ‘Chuck Bass’ is god

I tag sashi the ‘girls restroom guard’ , _shift – ‘officer internet’ of M$, bhargava, srirang, prateek, maruti and those people who haven’t updated their blogs in recent times. bhai logo, kuch to bhi likho yaar apne blaaga per.

P.S: check out the trailer of ‘Watchmen’ on youtube.

fear tag

as _shift tagged me over here (the tag was about things i fear the most) and i have also read sultan of samarkand’s angst

i fear…

-> post-apocalyptic/’after fallout’ worlds: like the ones in “I am Legend”

maybe you want to try this thought experiment: next time you see a tall building, imagine it with a family of creeper|climber plants all over, weed-covered, badly corroded and tons of moss ‘hanging out’ on that. dark nimbostratus clouds present in the sky with sunlight beams trying to penetrate ‘em. radioactive water gushing through drains underneath the same road you are standing and staring at the abandoned building. suddenly, you feel a metallic hand on your right shoulder placed from behind. snap! well, that my dear is the ambience of a post nuclear world.

-> a robot uprising*, on a lighter note you can rely on the dialogues like “sup, hostile mute!” in greeting the attacking robot. more details on “how to be cynical when * occurs” will be posted in the next eternity.

-> that for the first time in history of acads, in one of the BTP vivas, a professor will say ‘F’ U to a student (as in for real, literally along with the action), that student would be me. it almost happened the other day.

-> that i might miss something important because getting up early in the morning is like a herculean task for me. btw, according to ragdoll an impossible task is equal to “getting lindsay lohan wear an underwear” which is the threshold.

-> finally, monsters under the bed.

also i kinda !fear being feared.

ciao

:%s/_shift/_|_/g

Being Indie | Grassroots View

Good Day,

What do I miss? It’s been a long time, people. Fine…I am a !’regular’ blogger. I doubt anyone reads this page anymore. Why bother. Posting every eternity isn’t exactly how it’s supposed to work. Anyways, let’s talk indie.  Whenever someone says ‘indie’, people expect something outlandish and quirky. Well, I don’t think so.  This song “Once – Falling Slowly” has been in an infinite loop in my media player since morning, it’s an oscar winning independent music but it does not project any different lifestyle. I just love it for the way it is, more suited for mellow evenings and sunday afternoons. Though, I had a tough time making sense of this beautiful movie “once(2007)” and ofcourse Juno! do I need to say anymore (ughh! it will really become pointless if i post crap describing actors, directors and crew in the above films. we know about ‘em already, don’t we?).

The Bottom Line, ‘indie/independent’ flicks are here to stay to bring those winds of change and only thing we might want to re-think a little bit  is about the preconceived notion of what indie is. By the way, wordpress is one real smoothie as opposed to blogspot in navigation, I have been one hell of a delusional in this regard.

ps: weather outside is simply awesome right now, anyone for a brief ‘hang out’ at the OBH terrace.

:wq

Concert Stereotypes

stuckinmyhead: DJ Tiesto – Just Be (antillas club mix)

Local Dada Kimmy

I have heard many people say
L= {”my school classmate is a hot model now”, “my friend is a bouncer in some bar”, “there he is, my school buddy in the television”,”that girl jumping off qutub minar is my …”}

All these are like
(whatever)^(whatever) , picchaa____lite, pedaa___bhoothu,
(”bhai, time please!” in a weird voice), gimme a break!, Fubar!

BEFORE
My school ‘che’ and bachpan ka yaar famously known as “Local Dada Kimmy”. He makes people vacate their flats, rides BMX bicycle which is modified to such an extent that it almost looks like a motorbike and has a pile of cycle-chains, hockey bats in his attic. “kimmy dada” literally became a household name for dadagiri and loferpanti. The other day:

(telugu)
kimmy: chicha, yem college raa bai needi
me: treble-it-hyphen-h, gachibowli
kimmy: gachibowli, edi mana daacoit area naa
(/telugu)

me: yeah man, could be true (mused with my hand rubbing the chin followed by a toothy grin). I didn’t even know about the blasts in hyderabad until my mom called me and told “don’t even think about coming to home, stay out of here”. my coll(read island)

After that, we(me n kimmy) went to eat panipuri. The shopkeeper told “eff you!” when he asked for one more extra panipuri and also charged more than expected. **slapped**, the shopkeeper immediately got a “Khaan-Bhairi” with kimmy shouting “kya rubaab chalara be tu, baigan!” (i was like “dude! call 911″). Anyways, after everything got calm. I paid, got him that extra panipuri. And there are incidents when he bet a scooter mechanic guy for delaying repair of my acceleration vehicle and doing O.A

But the ground truth is I like to hangout with him. I like people for who they are, not for who they pretend to be. I know this whole post is kinda lame, but ‘who’ cares!! yes ‘who’ does care. I give a damn to you,’who’. YES, I give a “DAMN” about things, places, lives (to be really specific: people), friends and yeah! Butterscotch Cornetto. You Complete Me.

Can’t wait to see “Hancock (trailer in dc)”, “Speed Racer” and the “Caspian Prince”.

:q!

Shopping with My Cousin

He even scared the guy at the counter.

Entering a bookshop , cousin runs to the shopkeeper with his innocent smile.

Cousin: Bhaiyya , yeh sab books pirated hain kya?

Shopkeeper (shocked more than surprised and wondering if it is some inspection or something): Nahin…sab original hain

Cousin(with increased confidence): Pirated books kahan pe milenge?

Shopkeeper (irritated beyond description): Pata nahin.

Cousin (trying to be innocent) asked the Shopkeeper:
Koti pe milega kya…

The observer (me): giggles