Dobhi Ghat aka Samshan Ghat

Inflation seems to be hitting the skies with all vegetables n stuffs prices skyrocketing.But i wonder how come cell phones and softdrinkes prices seldom go up.?Yesterday i askd fer couple of eggs and i was charged 8/-.We both had to convince each other.I had convince i just want 2 HEN eggs not Ostrich eggs and shopkeeper was equally adamant in pushing just two lilliput size eggs claiming they belong to hens not of some insects or humming birds.Ok leave maths and economics apart..They strain my tiny brain..

"Thinking before Doing" was just never my strong point.Many a times i wonder why i have taken some action or decsion.I just finished reading my second pakistani novel "Reluctant Fundamentalist".Really spooky boring novel which gave me severe headache.Next many minutes i was busy doing absolutely nothing .Suddenly i got up and took an auto for movie Dobhi Ghat as if i didnt know other way to torture yourself .








Hmm...Dobhi ghat by Ammir Khan biwi no 2.Well movie began on pale note.Well i guessed and hoped some masala excitment is just round the corner.But to much of my disappointment , movie was sheer mental torture and beja fry except for the face of pretty lass moncia dogra.Kiran Bhenji (Amir Khans official biwi no 2 cum director of this great Art movie) certainly desreves credit for introducing the F-word graciously and artistically.F word has replaced our traditional slurs like Neech,Kamina , Kuthe etc. Certainly F word has become quite popular these days.Few weeks back one pretty girl used WTF on Gchat.Being ignorant or plainly stupid and cyber illiterate., i was racking what the hell could this be WTF and pride and ego prevented me from asking her.Stupid enough i was that i havcent even searched it on google.I was wondering.,probably this WTF could be some international organisation like WTO or WWF or WWE etc only to realise that its a smart acronym for What The F***K....No wonder Osho sooth sayed long back that F word is the most versatile word in English Dictionary(Google it folks .Its really funny n hilarious)

Hmm..Amir Khan and Yummy Yummy Monica in film use it once or more , i really dont know as i made a grand exit within 30 minutes of waiting for credits to flow on screen.My bad luck is afflicted with worst luck . Movie is of 90 minutes and to my horror there was no interval..I was trapped like rat and at total mercy in hands of Mrs Kiran Amir Khan Bhenji..Waiting for credits was really excruciating .Movie was movng at amazingly slow pace.There was no masala .Sex scenes were absent.Instead you had to imagine that it took place.No ., no even bluring image or atleast hands were shown.Kiran behnji was smart enough to not to let Ammir khan any chance to make Monica dogra future Mrs Amir Khan.Only from reviews i happen to know Knight in Shining Armour Prateik babbr was actually a Rat Killer by night.Super Hero Eh..!!






Instead of waiting for filmi credits i choose to dissolve myself into my own dream world where i choose to write this blog and to write my own credits of my life on my mental screen and at the same time hope that films gets over befpre i become Over or atleast electricty snaps or projector crumbles.But nothing happened.2012 is far away so is Armageddon n End of days for earth,...

From my real film called Life I drew out all persons- some Nameless and Faceless who have crossed my path or my sense of observation.Give credits where it was due.,.Credits to all of those who displayed their wonderful human qualities .Being born as human being is ultmate gift with so many possiblities in infinities which no other life form has or can exhibit.Rather than blooming n expressing our humanness we seem to be ne shrinking n drawing boundaries arpound overslves.Hence these credits to all for whom i hold awe...

Hmmm...where shall i began.Lemme start with Baby of the Battalion: Kritika Lakshmi Triupara Sundari-The whole and sole daughter of a diplomat.She resembles Tintin and calwin n hoobes and astreix comc charatcters put together .The tiniest gal whose tongue talks faster than F-1 racer car.The voice would be full of zest and enthusiasm and full of innocence.(if only u folks have listened to it u wud know what iam talking). But not as innocent as Playboy of Ymca mangalore ., the big belly boy Ramesh.His big belly can be matched only by big heart he possess which is still in pure state and uncontimanated by Johnny walker, hawards 5400 old monkl..etc This Man with Golden Heart (like james bond in man witth golden gun) was the last guy to come and to send me off when i was leaving mangalore and the chap who searched n brought another chap when i didnt know how to book tickets online .Heart touching act before i came to Vizag.

Here in Vizag ., Life could have been veritable Hell if not this Baby faced bihari babu Ashish anand.Office without Ashish is no Anand at all.He is the most productive and industrious chap and really awesome super master chef around who advises me on all things .which thankfully helps me in preventing me to strain my invisible brain. So Active and so systematic and so effeicient. But if anyone can be more efficient than Ashsih ., then it has to be Dobhi (Name unknown) who presses my clothes .So flawless he does his job the clothes would be stiff even after many days of use,He surely can win an medal or two in Olympics of at all Laundry is included in Olympics.And i always had a sour corner for NRI who behave so boorish n arrogant but that ideology was torn to smitherns by our Vroom Vroom Arooooon(arun to be precise but he hardly runs though his brain does all the running @ speed of thought)




Well credits havent yet flowed eevn after enduring the movie fer 30-40 searing hot volcanic minutes.I just do what i do when faced wit a challenge. Take easy route out.Hence i called it quits. And Yeah., Reviews say Dobhi ghat is soulful poetic movie not for masses.Well.., All flop movies are called hit or critic acclaimed or art films which need artistic taste to understand.Well then Kiran should have made movie and watched it alone in her home theatre rather than letting my purse get destroyed.I want my money back...hope she listens

Well Ramesh n Kritika ., i know i have promises to keep .My next blog would be what you have asked fer "Creepy Encounters" Before i could write them i need to gather some energy .I thought of eating some boiled eggs .


chalo till next blog ....adios amigos ..
Sagar

Restive Relics ....!!!

2010 Extinct and 2011 in Endangered list (within 365 days it follows the path of its ancestors into memories of Time )Here i stand between tons n tons of Yesterdays and God-knows-how-many-Tomorrows..


New year was just like all years ahead and maybe comming years aswell. dull bland and same ...For a change i thought i wud visit my store room and give my rippling muscles some work which were in state of inertia since the Times of Dinosaurs.

Store room was filled bygone junk ..dust filled ,cobwebbed crates .Its my policy to dump old stuff periodically so that things dont pile up and space would be free from clutter and welcome errr...new junk. How often we kep the stuff we never or seldom use?.old clothes, furniture,cutlery.We never use yet we pile the stuff.Same thing with our minds.We still stick to old ideas and opinions even when we know the truth is contrary? Frankly when was the last time we assessed our ideas and opinions??

Here iam trying to assess what to dump and what to preserve.All things once that were price less now appear expendeble or useless.Time surely a great game changer.Iam sure everyone has an attic or boxes or lockers or just some corner where they pile up things that they cannot let go immediately..Arent these places store houses of memorie.So are mine.,so many things lying around..All fragments of memories scattered everywhere.First salary slip..Airplane ticket,Tons of old comics whose pages became yellow due to ravages of time.



Tons of books wrapped in polythene to prevent termites n bookworms..Tons of novels waiting to be read or re-read.There is no change in me in all these years .Always in hurry .Hurried life,Eating without tasting.Into relations without feelings.Just living without experiencng..Weird n Quaint often funny

Most of my stuff are books.As i fiddle around dust laden boxes., some books catch my attention like Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Vernue..Its rare original unabridged book i bought from roadside seller in my 11 th class.I had to beg him to sell that book for my price which he had to, rather he was irked by my presence to his shop daily just to see that book isnt been sold..often hiding it under other books so that no one buys it.Oh my ..My love for books is more than my love for any human being and perhaps can be matched by my lust for green forests. The yellow corners of old books and its ancient smell it carries really swirl my mind to ecstacy

Hmm...Dominant genre are comics.My 1st and ever lasting love.Those Justice League comics for which me and chouji had to walk miles on rail tracks to buy.I wonder with that beer belly if chouji can do the same stunt now.? Two Alister Mc lean books gifted by Frank pa the legendry biriyani gobbler.These are the only books which came by surprise in dead of my birthday night.I never lock my room whether iam present or not ..and frank pa like silent black cat commando slipped in n placed it next my pillow ..really heart warming surprise n experinece of YMCA ..

There are so many books that i have to read in these mountains of literature.Which i have promised myself to read later in leisure...maybe tomroow ..ater i finish 10th class ..after 12..maybe after engg exam ..post exams ..once i get job ......Always postponiong to tomrrow and this tomorrow never comes ..maybe grave is only place with plenty of time ..





Not just books there are other stuff as well ..full packet of Provake tablets hidden inside bryan adams cassteee box.Tablets which would alter sleep cycles giving you 24 hours laserbeam concentration.Initialy it wud zap 24 hrs of my sleep but after 2-3 hours of studies i was hell bored and to tired with studies and wonder what to do with remaining time .I cannot even sleep and my boredom would be centre of my concentration.Hellish and Harrowing it was.

and here is old college scrap book , alma matter book full of photographs.i dare not to keep it lest all old flames memories might pop out like genies.Let graves be not dug.who wants to remeber college day crushes .let bygones be bygioes .

Suddenly a waft of pages fluttred by sudden gust of wind .,Couldnt help reading the contents,Poetry and cartoons from my and school and college days. I have totally forgotten that i used to write poetry n done painting during my teens .Advt Posters from advt copy writer days.Silently i smile n tear them away .All gone n dead .i no longer do painting n artist days are Days from another life time .With no regrets i tear them to smitherns

Now with darkness slwoly creeping into room,Shadows being casted gave an errie feelings ..From little light twinkled..reflection of some glass shine caught my
attention.I open the box fully to find fat book with glass being taped to it.....This book...I delibertaley never completed this book so as to have
some reason to take out this book and see it again..."Code of Honor" ...gifted
by then-gf and the taped glass is nothing but glass blended with 18 karat gold rose ...as i feel the curls of glass rose which are same like her curly hair ...sweet scent on nape of neck...eeeks..now i feel electricity pass through the lenghth of
spine..memories from past scream through the every corner of my memory... past
... .....unknowlngly i am about to be sucked into depths of nostalgia...I guess procrastination of cleaning the books clutter is the best form defence to combat the tricks of mind...i dump the book into the box and postpone the idea of cleaning the clutter for another century and rush out ...

Till we meet again ...in another Time and another Mood
keep smiling and shining
Myself

Random Thoughts

Hmm..this blog is little hatke from regular mocking joking comical banter. this blog is just my observation at various periods of time from diferent sources and which hitheryo not connected yet has some common strand running beneath them.

Scenario One; A Friend was saying how she wants to serve n take care of old n elderly. this was about 5 years ago and probably she was 19 or 21 at that tme .Hmm..what a noble idea at such an young age.

Scenarios Two: every day. from my window i happen to see scene in my neighbourhood home.Grandmother who is touching her 100th year possibly struggle with her daily chores.Its so hard for me to see her.She has all her wrinkled skin hanging to her bones.She cant even get up from her chair .Luckily her children take care of her reasonably well.Frankly many a tims when i ever i see her struggling trough i let out a silent wicked prayer that she is better off dead than alive.Death would have brought peace and solace for troubled soul


Scenario three: Couple of days ago i was reading some artcile in Tehelka newspaper where an investigative journalist has uncovered a story from villages of TN where Children kill their parents unable to take their burden. They give them full oil bath and make them drink XYZ water which raises body heat followed by high fever.(I said XYZ coz i dont want goive others any funny ideas though i know information is frely avilable on internet) These elderly with low levels of immunity die of high fever. Skill full Assasination i would say though the technical name is ...again XYZ


Scenario Four: I guess who is at fault.Childern with no concern for elderly and ready to dump them at Kumb melas and Busstops and temple steps or Parents who missed instilling right attitude in minds of young, I often find parents too busy in their hey days leaving little quality time for children.Often escaping the job of raising children properly behind the job in office or saying ..Just busy .Busy doing office work ..Busy playing gold or lazing with friends or TV or some other work...Lazy by being Busy?? Somewhere Parents miss the trans formation from being Authoritative and being and becoming Friends to their Children.I guess they fel they need to control a kid ...even when they are old enough to take flight on their own..You try to control thgem when ur strong..only leads to two situation. 1) They become timids in the real world 2) they become adverseries when Parents become old and feeble

Scenario Five:
My own case .Do i take care of my own folks ?....complex question but answer is clear.For 15 years i led a gypsy life doing little or nothing with family.I have little sentiments and family experience.I harldy talk to my parents except hi-bye , This-that etc Just Monosyllables conversation with no aim and enthusiasm..I seldom listen to them .I never take any orders from them.Frankly iam not at all obedient son and perhaps even a good one

Yet i confdently and with no regrets rejected a job in Dubai and Higher education in Usa for my parents..My interview question for my job was why i didint go to USA like all my classmates and return after earning enough.I know well., once i go ., returning is next to impossible or atleast heartwrenching scenario leaving all the luxuries and developed world life style..

.Atleast and least of things i can do to my parents is to be around India and just a call away in their ending days when they are old and feeble giving them personal touch rather than seding Rials or Dollars luxuries...Guess its the least i can do .....I may be right ..or i may be wrong ..but who cares ..My life ..My wish ..didnt i tell u iam damn
Independent Thinker