Hmmm... thought of writing about this long time back. Since this subject is always cumulative have to wait to learn more till you finally pen it down. But I realised how many ever years pass, how many ever stars fade by, the base line of Indian cinema stories will be the same. Few typical movies are
1 family drama movies: Sooraj Barjatya ones.
Movie kam gana bajaana jaada... u never know y they start singing.. hero meets heroine song.. his bro meets her sis.. sing and dance.. both families meet sing and dance... now his bro proposes to her sister.. still hero and heroine will sing and dance ( confused!! I never understand y always they are singing??!!)
Then marriage 3-4 singing and dancing... then kill anyone.. or bring some sad situation.. now only sing holding pillars and dried, leaves shredded trees... tears rolling... cut..
Someone will realise their mistake and then back to happy family... final sing and dance with a happy family picture at the end everyone laughing, when the clown in the movie cracks the worst possible joke ever( driving u out of the theatres.... ).
2. Again family drama, but I call it flash back movie:
Let’s call it the great Rakhi movie( I dedicate this to her for her “mere bete ayenge.. mere karan arjun ayenge..” dialogues... I felt like burying her alive....)
Happy family... mom ,dad and variable number of children....( depends how u have the twist latter) Enter villain.. he/she enter seeking help or as a relative of this family or close to this family.. eyeing the grand wealth they own.. thadaaaaaaash.. one fine day he snatches everything from them(90% he kills the father) and leaves the widowed mother and kids.. observation goes Rakhi’s happiness was destroyed by Ambrish puri in most movies I watched... ;)
Now twist... suddenly mom falls ill.. bro 1 runs north to get doctor and bro2 run south to get doctor. After 20 years bro1 will be Amitabh Bachan and bro2 Rajnikantha :P(my movie is a hit!!! 500 crore project!!). After 20 years they meet in a boat, train, bus where ever possible and fight. Later find out they are bros.. how?????
Simple flashback...20years back they had their mom’s passport photo torn into halves. Each having a half of it... when they join it after 20 years they have passport photo of rakhi... :P(CUT IT!!!!)
Now revenge... go hit Ambrish Puri.. while hitting.. first heroes get hit badly.. then suddenly when they see their blood they are reminded of how their dad was killed, mom abused.. blah blah blah... and dishum dishum dishum... By then, they would have found their mom and respective wives to be. So, the end with a happy family “ say cheese” photo.
3.twins magic!!!
Hilarious ones!! Seetha aur geetha,chaalbaz,and likes... u twins separated... one will be suppressed and the other will be suppressive.... funny part of such movies is when they both meet and say “ you look exactly like me” and at theatres people will be “ wow!! Wonderful!!” .Hello people Sridevi== Sridevi will return always true. One more part is they both WILL exchange their locations to teach the negative(observation here is there will be a gang of negative roles here, not a single one. One negative page 3 kinda aunt is also available for sure) people a lesson!
4. Bhoot movie
Ladies will be the bhoot always...( I think men should apply for a 33% reservation there!! ;)) .They prefer white sarees... (I would suggest the idea of using them in surf excel, areal and tide ads.. I mean they are the high priority customers...)They leave their hair loose... and best part.. they sing song that are all time hit!!!! My question.... y do they sing song??? That too at odd times.... But one thing I appreciate about this kind of movie (thanks to the Hollywood counterparts.. )they are evolving.. from just entering human bodies now a days they enter TV, Mobile, elevators, Escalators all possible things...
5.Suspense/thriller/crime movies
These movie day by day are getting stupid. Forget of movie for a minute CID is a serial that is featured in Sony entertainment television. Idiocy is at top. We just buy it saying may be in future tech will improve this much.. Imagine one day one of our client a hard fan of such a movie coming to us to develop something like that... Our firms will accept is saying most challenging project... Think of our plight... Hence these movies should be banned... IT professional should submit a memo to the govt to take action against such movie.. else like farmer today we may find S/w enggs committing suicide..
6.Love story
Poor boy rich girl (if audience demand a different love story or a variety swap them I mean rich boy poor girl) and they meet in train, bus, auto, disco ,temple depending upon the easily available place for shooting. Then the villain will be the rich dad of course... he’ll offer a suitcase full of money( they open it and show each time to give the clarity for audience) then ask the hero to forget heroine(90% money is offered to heroes).. Hero rejects... result.. kidnap of his family members( mostly mother or a bin bihaayi behen) then chase and dishum dishum. Finally at the end dad accepts their love.. moral “laathoke bhoot, bathonse nahi maanthe” in short... CRAP!!!
7.Police or social responsibility
Issue??? anything .Our country is full of issue. So this type of movie owes variety... the hero “ONE MAN ARMY” takes the responsibility to clean the city, at times the country from evil deeds(villain’s bread and butter)He’s sure to have a sister and/or mom for the senti scenes.. Kidnap chase, dishum dishum as usual.. only change is here and there we can have court scenes(I love those “your honour” dialogues) else drag in media ( few photographers and journalists) to ask opinions about the hero to common man.( they’ll say he’s Bhagwan)
8. Brother/sister senti
One big bro or sis (rarely still does we have a few) will do anything and everything for his/her siblings. One fine day the siblings forget what their Bro/sis had done for them( audience should say... “how mean”) and another finer day they remember what they forgot.. The End.
9. Mahabharata/Ramayana
I don’t need to say ,u guys can guess it!! Here we already have a script ready...
Other than these we have really different / hatke movies.. countable ones though... Still I love Indian Cinema (after all it’s so predictable!!!! ) .
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
3 Cheers to Banglore!!!!
Yup its 3 years… seems it was yesterday when my dad dropped me in this crowded city and left. 3 years of new friends, 3 years of new responsibilities, 3 years of profession, 3 years of changes in personal life. Ups and downs , forwards and backwards, left and rights of these 3 years in my life, I had one thing in common was this city. I believe it supported me a lot. I love Bangalore!!!!
I remember the day I packed my bags and came to this city,for once and for all. My dad got me in to a paying guest accommodation (suffocated living I would rather say). Good we had a stay of a week in a transit for a week or so. We 4 girls (me, Archi, Manu and Sherya) had awesome fun at “transit living”. Even today whenever I pass by the building I feel “hey… It’s still there” (and believe me I should ask this… we had rats there in that accommodation.. that to huge ones… they were like terrors for us). I made few new friends there who were like friends for ever. Indu, Femy, Prathibha, Bilky (sorry if I missed any here). In office I got some more friends like Sumathi,Shalilesh,Shine, Paru, Madhu,Prateek,Nithin,Mohan,Chathan, Luttu, Hashim and all.
Then a life in PG. We three sharing a room. Manu, Archi and me. Our guest to the room was Soujanya the new entry to our gang from the next room. She was Archi’s friend and worked in our firm. She was traumatized by some working women’s hostel warden so she had to run from there and joined our PG (which we were traumatized by) Poor girl she was an odd one out. She was serious about her life career and all… which none of us were. She took some time to adjust with us. But she was amicable. Then the PG remained of Raksha, Sandhya and Priyadarshini.
Food and hygiene was an issue for me at PG. I remember the PG aunty and me fighting for the number for chapatis (and I calling a friend who spent almost his 6 years in hostel by then to cry out my heart on this, He in turn made a big comedy on that), how she used to have whole of her family and extended families invited to the PG during the weekends when all the girls were at home. We almost went out on every weekend to avoid sitting in PG and get irritated. PG WAS A HELL!!!
Then finally we decided “PG aunty will never improve. Will take an independent house and will move on to live there.”
We 4 got a rented house (where Soujanya is still staying I believe). It was a freedom to live, speak, learn laugh.. good… each one of us miss it even today. It was good. There also we had “AUNTY” but a different one… here the problem was “stopping problem”. She can go nonstop with her blah blah blah… anyone’s encounter with AUNTY will be a fun for all others… she used to tell same thing again and again…may be “short term memory loss” “GHAJINI”. My encounter were limited as I had my Late nights at office on a full course. I used to leave at 6 am and come at 4 am next day morning. Now I don’t do that. Learning lessons from experience is good!!!;)
Her husband was a fatherly figure to all us. Soft and less spoken person. We had a guest for a few days stay there Rekha. She never used to speak anything. I believe we never gave a chance. Preparing for KAS. She didn’t clear that time I guess.. no wonder I, Manu and Archi were there na.
Later one by one we got married and our life drifted apart. Then I shifted to KR Puram. BMTC travel started here. BMTC travels and adventures have already made entries here.
I dono what was my problem in bus. I was always in a mood of jumping off the bus even before the bus comes to my stop. After jumping I would wonder “where I’m?”
Later transfer to Banshankari office to Silk borad office. Attending interviews. Getting jobs in different cities. But never want to leave Bangalore. Not because I’m settled here. Not it’s the IT hub. I like it.
Then back to West campus. Shifting to vijaynagar back. Then shifting to Bannergatta road house. All fun.
Now negative of this city as all say I to have to say:
Traffic is sick I agree but u see a point in it. In office u r a professional ,at home u are a total homely person. So u need a mental transition from one to another which needs time. Take the time while u r stuck up in a jam. Finish thinking about ur office stuffs and start thing of ur home while leaving office. While leaving home do the reverse process. (it doesn’t work every time . Still u can try. For few it may work)
Water is a big issue in Bangalore. I begged BWSSB to provide water and they said “2012 madam u’ll get”. I want them to watch the movie “2012”.
Electricity in summer when u need to run ur fan and AC u’ll not have it. I called the KEB line man and asked him y is it so he said “CM has to get it” I asked from where “from kerala” . I asked my cousins staying there ..they said they have power cuts. I thought may be our CM might have taken it from there and is on his way back. ;)
Price of almost everything is high. U can’t complain on this. Because u taught them u can give them more so they ask u. Bloody thing… didn’t recession hit them eh?
Auto!!!???? Auto driver have a meter which will be on “ayudha pooja for 365 and a ¼ day” they always say 20rs, 40rs if u say “meter haaki” response “agalla madam”. Normal auto conversations here
U: majestic?
He: no
U:y?
He: they’ll have pre paid system and we have to stand there madam
U: u just leave me outside it
He: it’s to far. My house is nearby here. It’s late. I have to go home. (If u have to go home. What r u doing here ? y cant u go and sleep back home?)
U: please?
He: 250Rs
U: meter?
He: no madam
U: 250 too much
He: then I can’t come.
U: ok 200Rs please. I may miss my bus
He: 230Rs last madam
U: ok.
U may feel u pay extra for talking so long with a useless not so hardworking idiot and being dropped at a distance away from your destination. Made a fool out of urself easily.
Other than the people and the system the city is good (don’t ask me wat’s left other than the people and the system. Weather, place, malls so many things are there.. find it urself)
3 Years in Bangalore was worth living and was a great learning in life!!! Hope I would see it with its metro running some day or rather put it “Living to see Bangalore with Namma metro on rails!!!!”
I remember the day I packed my bags and came to this city,for once and for all. My dad got me in to a paying guest accommodation (suffocated living I would rather say). Good we had a stay of a week in a transit for a week or so. We 4 girls (me, Archi, Manu and Sherya) had awesome fun at “transit living”. Even today whenever I pass by the building I feel “hey… It’s still there” (and believe me I should ask this… we had rats there in that accommodation.. that to huge ones… they were like terrors for us). I made few new friends there who were like friends for ever. Indu, Femy, Prathibha, Bilky (sorry if I missed any here). In office I got some more friends like Sumathi,Shalilesh,Shine, Paru, Madhu,Prateek,Nithin,Mohan,Chathan, Luttu, Hashim and all.
Then a life in PG. We three sharing a room. Manu, Archi and me. Our guest to the room was Soujanya the new entry to our gang from the next room. She was Archi’s friend and worked in our firm. She was traumatized by some working women’s hostel warden so she had to run from there and joined our PG (which we were traumatized by) Poor girl she was an odd one out. She was serious about her life career and all… which none of us were. She took some time to adjust with us. But she was amicable. Then the PG remained of Raksha, Sandhya and Priyadarshini.
Food and hygiene was an issue for me at PG. I remember the PG aunty and me fighting for the number for chapatis (and I calling a friend who spent almost his 6 years in hostel by then to cry out my heart on this, He in turn made a big comedy on that), how she used to have whole of her family and extended families invited to the PG during the weekends when all the girls were at home. We almost went out on every weekend to avoid sitting in PG and get irritated. PG WAS A HELL!!!
Then finally we decided “PG aunty will never improve. Will take an independent house and will move on to live there.”
We 4 got a rented house (where Soujanya is still staying I believe). It was a freedom to live, speak, learn laugh.. good… each one of us miss it even today. It was good. There also we had “AUNTY” but a different one… here the problem was “stopping problem”. She can go nonstop with her blah blah blah… anyone’s encounter with AUNTY will be a fun for all others… she used to tell same thing again and again…may be “short term memory loss” “GHAJINI”. My encounter were limited as I had my Late nights at office on a full course. I used to leave at 6 am and come at 4 am next day morning. Now I don’t do that. Learning lessons from experience is good!!!;)
Her husband was a fatherly figure to all us. Soft and less spoken person. We had a guest for a few days stay there Rekha. She never used to speak anything. I believe we never gave a chance. Preparing for KAS. She didn’t clear that time I guess.. no wonder I, Manu and Archi were there na.
Later one by one we got married and our life drifted apart. Then I shifted to KR Puram. BMTC travel started here. BMTC travels and adventures have already made entries here.
I dono what was my problem in bus. I was always in a mood of jumping off the bus even before the bus comes to my stop. After jumping I would wonder “where I’m?”
Later transfer to Banshankari office to Silk borad office. Attending interviews. Getting jobs in different cities. But never want to leave Bangalore. Not because I’m settled here. Not it’s the IT hub. I like it.
Then back to West campus. Shifting to vijaynagar back. Then shifting to Bannergatta road house. All fun.
Now negative of this city as all say I to have to say:
Traffic is sick I agree but u see a point in it. In office u r a professional ,at home u are a total homely person. So u need a mental transition from one to another which needs time. Take the time while u r stuck up in a jam. Finish thinking about ur office stuffs and start thing of ur home while leaving office. While leaving home do the reverse process. (it doesn’t work every time . Still u can try. For few it may work)
Water is a big issue in Bangalore. I begged BWSSB to provide water and they said “2012 madam u’ll get”. I want them to watch the movie “2012”.
Electricity in summer when u need to run ur fan and AC u’ll not have it. I called the KEB line man and asked him y is it so he said “CM has to get it” I asked from where “from kerala” . I asked my cousins staying there ..they said they have power cuts. I thought may be our CM might have taken it from there and is on his way back. ;)
Price of almost everything is high. U can’t complain on this. Because u taught them u can give them more so they ask u. Bloody thing… didn’t recession hit them eh?
Auto!!!???? Auto driver have a meter which will be on “ayudha pooja for 365 and a ¼ day” they always say 20rs, 40rs if u say “meter haaki” response “agalla madam”. Normal auto conversations here
U: majestic?
He: no
U:y?
He: they’ll have pre paid system and we have to stand there madam
U: u just leave me outside it
He: it’s to far. My house is nearby here. It’s late. I have to go home. (If u have to go home. What r u doing here ? y cant u go and sleep back home?)
U: please?
He: 250Rs
U: meter?
He: no madam
U: 250 too much
He: then I can’t come.
U: ok 200Rs please. I may miss my bus
He: 230Rs last madam
U: ok.
U may feel u pay extra for talking so long with a useless not so hardworking idiot and being dropped at a distance away from your destination. Made a fool out of urself easily.
Other than the people and the system the city is good (don’t ask me wat’s left other than the people and the system. Weather, place, malls so many things are there.. find it urself)
3 Years in Bangalore was worth living and was a great learning in life!!! Hope I would see it with its metro running some day or rather put it “Living to see Bangalore with Namma metro on rails!!!!”
Monday, May 3, 2010
I learnt I can make people laugh.
Hi! The 117 story was a hit don’t know if it was the post or the popularity of 117… anyways thanks. After that post I thought I should write about this “big on stage blunder” I did in collage with 117!!! Many of our buddies know the incident, but don’t know what exactly happened there. Many might after reading this will ask me a question “REALLY????”
It happened in our final year. Some fest from our dept was happening and we both were in the ORGANISING side. Now don’t ask me “how did u get there?”, “who the hell got 2 dumbos into organizing?” It was like a gang thing. Ours was a big gang so what ever happened in the dept it was by default organized by us. Hence we being a part of that big gang were put to do the organizing.
Well the thing was a simple paper presentation competition. As we were 4 of us ,less blunders happened (but still few things happened!! You see we never allow things to be normal)
There are so many things coming to my mind about that fest… Tabu’s antyakshari was fun. I and 117 almost fought on the Hum Aapke Kaun Hai dog’s name, just to know its name was “Tuffy!” Tabu made antyaksari tough for us
The situation which I want to put here is not all these. It was the last item from our batch. Idea was again by “Tabu, the great”. She said that it should be interesting at the end ,than just a lot of speeches and vote of thanks. She said it’ll be better if we, “ the final years” perform a skit. I knew, I was pathetic at acting. In school I was kicked out of a drama. It was the tale of Cinderella. I was supposed to play Cinderella’s step mother. Kahani mei twist was, Cinderella was my friend. Why was I thrown out??? Cos Cinderella used to laugh when ever her step mom (ME) used to beat her…………….Finally my teachers found that Cinderella and step mom are actually having fun, they replaced me. DHANNN! There ends my acting.
Now suddenly I thought “Hey It was long back in primary I did all such thing. Now I’m almost about to get graduated. I may have acquired the talent of acting.” Tabu had almost like 5 to 6 skits. So she wanted different people to act in each one. She was very choosy about the actors (But as we were her friends may be she didn’t have a choice!! Well…. who knows that.. yup Tabu knows ;) )
Then finally I got into a skit along with 117. Skit was like….A wealthy man comes to purchase a bungalow and tells to a person near that its fine blah blah blah and that he wants buy it. Finally he asks the person “Per meine suna hai ki yahan pe bhoot raha karthee hai?” for that the person replies “Mujhe kya patha. Mujhe tho mare hue 20 saal hogaye”
Well these were not the original dialogues. Tabu sorry for editing your skits dialogues. Actually the part of the wealthy man was offered to me. But I turned it down…Why???? Due to date issues …...No due to dialogue issues. Dialogues were too lengthy and I was not able to remember them and Tabu was rigid on the words being used, hence my idea of using synonyms was put off. Tabu was sad, still she said ok. (she was sad as she thought the ghost role suits 117 more than me!!!!)
So finally I was supposed to play a ghost with just a dialogue!!!! Simple na!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! Please. I couldn’t even say that dialogue. I said that I want it to be cut short. Tabu agreed! Still I’m not through. I said “hey whats in words Tabu. It should be ok with the synonyms also. Main point is people should understand na? I think we can go with my own dialogue which means the same as the original” Tabu was totally off. She was fixed on one thing “Anyways she’ll do whatever she likes. She has almost spoiled my play. What’s the point in holding on words?” Other who were there during the rehearsals were also pissssssssssssssssed of that they also started pressuring Tabu to accept. They might be thinking “areee……. That skit is gone……. forget that… we have ours. So let’s practice them.” Tabu said “YES!!!” So It was almost “mera man maani” than Tabu’s skit. I somehow was happy I’m saying the dialogue now (Actually I was saying what I see as a dialogue.)
Finally it was lunch time. So I went home for lunch. I told mom, sis and dad that I was going to act today. Dad was as normal started mocking. Others joined. I never take their opinion because they tell me the truth. I told mom I want to make it more real and I should look like a ghost. She said no need for makeup u look one naturally. Truth is always bitter!!! But damn thing is still a truth.
I had lunch and returned. Rehearsals were on full swing. I too rehearsed (WHAT??? I don’t know.) Then as the rest part of the fest was happening. We went to see it. Being a part of the audience and passing funny comments was easy!!! And lovely!!! Then the whole thing was over with vote of thanks.
Now show time!!!!! Tabu, the director, was ready with her script and actors. She had a series of skits and had arranged it in a sequence. So mine was last but one skit. So we had time. The skit before mine was of Vinay. I remember this because………………….. I’ll let u know soon.
As each skit had 2 members 2 microphones akka mikes were provided. The stage had 2 tables at 2 ends and had one entrance. First table was near the entrance and another at the far end of the stage. Vinay and his partner finished their skit. Vinay kept the mike at the far end table. And his partner at the entrance table. 117 and I entered the stage. She being surprisingly smart that day took the mike near the entrance and “STARTED HER DIALOGUE”. I was like S***. Oye wait let me get the mike. I rushed towards the mike took it and rushed to my position when 117 gave me a look.. I was like “WHAT????” Then it dawn to me… seems like madam has finished her part now it’s my time. I said my dialogue.
Then came my life’s “Jhoor ka chadka dheerese lage”. No response from audience. I mean that’s the limit. I didn’t see anyone laughing or at least mocking or says what a bad acting or what a bad joke. I felt such an audience. I out of shock or I don't know out of what ,suddenly I started to laugh on stage. On seeing me laugh audience laughed. I didn’t know what to do next 117 was equally confused. I saw all other skit guys equally perplex. Tabu the director had really bad time of her life with me she signaled me to come out of the stage.
I and 117 left the stage and asked what happened? Why were people not reacting? One girl asked “What did u say???” I was like “EH????” What does she mean to say? NO ONE HEARD MY DIALOGUE. Then many things dawn to me. I got to know my mistake. But I didn’t tell anyone. I was scared if Tabu will kill me of doing such stupid things on stage. Later after the fest I told few people what happened. I don’t know how many remember that now.
What happened was ……………. Vinay is a prompt person so he kept the mike on the table and made a point to SWITCH IT OFF before he placed it. I in hurry (Cos of that IDIOT 117 who started her dialogue once she was on stage with mike.)took the mike came to my position and said the dialogue. What happened was. I FORGOT TO SWITCH ON THE MIKE!! I made fun of myself by laughing like an idiot on stage.
Now I know I can make people laugh!!!
It happened in our final year. Some fest from our dept was happening and we both were in the ORGANISING side. Now don’t ask me “how did u get there?”, “who the hell got 2 dumbos into organizing?” It was like a gang thing. Ours was a big gang so what ever happened in the dept it was by default organized by us. Hence we being a part of that big gang were put to do the organizing.
Well the thing was a simple paper presentation competition. As we were 4 of us ,less blunders happened (but still few things happened!! You see we never allow things to be normal)
There are so many things coming to my mind about that fest… Tabu’s antyakshari was fun. I and 117 almost fought on the Hum Aapke Kaun Hai dog’s name, just to know its name was “Tuffy!” Tabu made antyaksari tough for us
The situation which I want to put here is not all these. It was the last item from our batch. Idea was again by “Tabu, the great”. She said that it should be interesting at the end ,than just a lot of speeches and vote of thanks. She said it’ll be better if we, “ the final years” perform a skit. I knew, I was pathetic at acting. In school I was kicked out of a drama. It was the tale of Cinderella. I was supposed to play Cinderella’s step mother. Kahani mei twist was, Cinderella was my friend. Why was I thrown out??? Cos Cinderella used to laugh when ever her step mom (ME) used to beat her…………….Finally my teachers found that Cinderella and step mom are actually having fun, they replaced me. DHANNN! There ends my acting.
Now suddenly I thought “Hey It was long back in primary I did all such thing. Now I’m almost about to get graduated. I may have acquired the talent of acting.” Tabu had almost like 5 to 6 skits. So she wanted different people to act in each one. She was very choosy about the actors (But as we were her friends may be she didn’t have a choice!! Well…. who knows that.. yup Tabu knows ;) )
Then finally I got into a skit along with 117. Skit was like….A wealthy man comes to purchase a bungalow and tells to a person near that its fine blah blah blah and that he wants buy it. Finally he asks the person “Per meine suna hai ki yahan pe bhoot raha karthee hai?” for that the person replies “Mujhe kya patha. Mujhe tho mare hue 20 saal hogaye”
Well these were not the original dialogues. Tabu sorry for editing your skits dialogues. Actually the part of the wealthy man was offered to me. But I turned it down…Why???? Due to date issues …...No due to dialogue issues. Dialogues were too lengthy and I was not able to remember them and Tabu was rigid on the words being used, hence my idea of using synonyms was put off. Tabu was sad, still she said ok. (she was sad as she thought the ghost role suits 117 more than me!!!!)
So finally I was supposed to play a ghost with just a dialogue!!!! Simple na!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! Please. I couldn’t even say that dialogue. I said that I want it to be cut short. Tabu agreed! Still I’m not through. I said “hey whats in words Tabu. It should be ok with the synonyms also. Main point is people should understand na? I think we can go with my own dialogue which means the same as the original” Tabu was totally off. She was fixed on one thing “Anyways she’ll do whatever she likes. She has almost spoiled my play. What’s the point in holding on words?” Other who were there during the rehearsals were also pissssssssssssssssed of that they also started pressuring Tabu to accept. They might be thinking “areee……. That skit is gone……. forget that… we have ours. So let’s practice them.” Tabu said “YES!!!” So It was almost “mera man maani” than Tabu’s skit. I somehow was happy I’m saying the dialogue now (Actually I was saying what I see as a dialogue.)
Finally it was lunch time. So I went home for lunch. I told mom, sis and dad that I was going to act today. Dad was as normal started mocking. Others joined. I never take their opinion because they tell me the truth. I told mom I want to make it more real and I should look like a ghost. She said no need for makeup u look one naturally. Truth is always bitter!!! But damn thing is still a truth.
I had lunch and returned. Rehearsals were on full swing. I too rehearsed (WHAT??? I don’t know.) Then as the rest part of the fest was happening. We went to see it. Being a part of the audience and passing funny comments was easy!!! And lovely!!! Then the whole thing was over with vote of thanks.
Now show time!!!!! Tabu, the director, was ready with her script and actors. She had a series of skits and had arranged it in a sequence. So mine was last but one skit. So we had time. The skit before mine was of Vinay. I remember this because………………….. I’ll let u know soon.
As each skit had 2 members 2 microphones akka mikes were provided. The stage had 2 tables at 2 ends and had one entrance. First table was near the entrance and another at the far end of the stage. Vinay and his partner finished their skit. Vinay kept the mike at the far end table. And his partner at the entrance table. 117 and I entered the stage. She being surprisingly smart that day took the mike near the entrance and “STARTED HER DIALOGUE”. I was like S***. Oye wait let me get the mike. I rushed towards the mike took it and rushed to my position when 117 gave me a look.. I was like “WHAT????” Then it dawn to me… seems like madam has finished her part now it’s my time. I said my dialogue.
Then came my life’s “Jhoor ka chadka dheerese lage”. No response from audience. I mean that’s the limit. I didn’t see anyone laughing or at least mocking or says what a bad acting or what a bad joke. I felt such an audience. I out of shock or I don't know out of what ,suddenly I started to laugh on stage. On seeing me laugh audience laughed. I didn’t know what to do next 117 was equally confused. I saw all other skit guys equally perplex. Tabu the director had really bad time of her life with me she signaled me to come out of the stage.
I and 117 left the stage and asked what happened? Why were people not reacting? One girl asked “What did u say???” I was like “EH????” What does she mean to say? NO ONE HEARD MY DIALOGUE. Then many things dawn to me. I got to know my mistake. But I didn’t tell anyone. I was scared if Tabu will kill me of doing such stupid things on stage. Later after the fest I told few people what happened. I don’t know how many remember that now.
What happened was ……………. Vinay is a prompt person so he kept the mike on the table and made a point to SWITCH IT OFF before he placed it. I in hurry (Cos of that IDIOT 117 who started her dialogue once she was on stage with mike.)took the mike came to my position and said the dialogue. What happened was. I FORGOT TO SWITCH ON THE MIKE!! I made fun of myself by laughing like an idiot on stage.
Now I know I can make people laugh!!!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
About a person, like my reflection.
Yup long time since I paid any attention to this space. Last when I wrote it was 2009, now its 2010. Tooooooooooo looooooooooooooooooooooooong gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap. I know how much you guys are waiting for my post, like u wait for an Aamir movie. (Accept it na... for my happiness.... plz......)
So as the title, I would like to write about some beings who all r like me, IDIOTS. But don’t accept to don the title on them. They all enjoyed my posts here and called me proudly IDIOT. I’m one, I know, by now u all know. As I said u won’t have a life span to do all the mistakes by yourself and so learn from other’s mistakes. I learned from these IDIOTS. I know my life span is going to be reduced reasonably after I put this post out here. Still a brave me is here with my next post. (Copyrights reserved to me. Whatever I write is final and no corrections here. After all, it’s my blog)
Introducing this girl, whom I know her from my 1st Physics Lab external in engineering( I guess). She is one of my all time good friends (u see the common factor that brought us together? Yup!!! IDIOCY ). We spent nice moments of our college life together. We had same thinking and we used to laugh at things together which others used to take heavily serious. She was the usual load (As I used to call her...) on my scooter pillion seat for 3 long years. Used to see my sem results and info me. We were bench mates. In practical classes again batch mates. So totally WE WERE ALWAYS TOGETHER. On seeing each other we used to get confidence I guess, that even Idiots can live life happier than Intels. There are many such incidents that’ll win her “THE BEST IDIOT EVER AWARD” from me. “I won’t give it to you. No. Its Mine.”
People who know both of us by now might have guessed who’s that girl. I’m not supposed to tell her name here, cos that’s the condition.(Pssssss... but I can anytime add her photo. That was not mentioned in the conditions. She’s an IDIOT and proof is this!) Hmmm.....For our reference will call her.............. hmmmmmmmmm......... yup 117!! Her hostel room number was 117 I stayed in that room as a guest for 15 days. I used to be a regular visitor there. Oye!! 117 dont think too much .I went through my old diaries to get this number....
So in our initial days of friendship, I used to feel strange about this girl. She was tooooooooooooooo sincere (which I can’t even imagine.) toooooooooooooooooooo truthful (which actually irritated me and our practical session batch mate a lot.) A Cry baby..... Many say and believe I spoiled her. After getting into my friendship she changed. But trust me It was a good change and she didn’t change that much also she was the same but many didn’t notice it before. Later when they started noticing. Their shock they expressed as “Ani... you have spolied that poor girl....” I’ll be like... Excuse me!! Give me a break!!! Who changed whom???
I’ll tell what happened!! She used to sit in 1st bench and nod at each and every word the lecturers used to utter.( don’t know if it was because she understood or she was dozing off). She thought playing games (Like totha udd... chidiya udd... another IDIOT taught us this, Bollywood, Bingo, Dots, passing the message... ) Assignments are to be done not copied (Come on... I didn’t change this ,as I used to copy it from her and if she didn’t do then where will I go).Should not talk in class. Should always pass and score in internals. Should not bunk classes.
Later she started to sit in last benches, bunk classes, score single digits in internals, play, talk and sms during class hours. Trust me people I DIDNT DO ANYTHING. I’m so influential that, I can’t help it.
Incident 1:-
It was during our initial friendship days I was staying in her room, which mean I was her roommate then. It was the time when strikes in college were at peak. Our college had (It still has) 2 gates, back gate and front gate. During the Strikes both the gates were closed and student reps will guard them. Only during those times I feel like getting inside the college (I meant college not class.) because for me its adventure to go in passing the reps. That day we were walking from Hostel to college for our morning classes, we saw many students coming back. On asking them we came to know that there was a boycott of classes from the union side. Demands I don’t know. I was not an active member in all these things. They were a different world for me.
Now 117 and I were thinking should we go and check the front gate. Finally don’t know what happened I left with one of my other friend to the front gate. She didn’t come I guess. On reaching the front gate we saw it was guarded by the watchmen who had clear instructions from Principal to allow students inside and union was not supposed to stop any student entering. So, we were actually pushed in. I was happy I achieved something. Now what??? I thought we should go out and try getting in again. But the girl who drove me in was not insane like me. She was quiet sincere (I hate it) She dragged me to the class. As Canteen and other possible hide outs were closed on that day, I followed her. Cursing her. We entered the class. My only relief at that time could have been “FREE ATTENDANCE”. Which means no lecturer will teach anything. They’ll just walk in and take attendance and leave. But.. My prayers were in vain and I was put to that pain. We had all the morning 4 hours that day. I was thinking of 117 enjoying in hostel. I felt jealous of her. Finally lunch break. After that all the later classes were suspended I guess. Whatever I went back to hostel and didn’t come back for the afternoon session. I went to our room which was crowded with our batch mates. (It used to be like that as there were no seniors in this room. Full gossiping happened here. Hostel stories can be a big post here sometime later.) I entered and saw 117 hopping. She used to and still hops a lot. Don’t know why???I never cared as I can’t or never even tried to imagine her without hopping. She asked me where have u been???? I was like.. What!!! She was asking as if I had been lost. And common I was not that hoppy as her after my 4 hours back at college. I said “Eh???!!!! As if you don’t know. I and the other girl went to check the front gate na.. It was open. We went in.” Her face changed, eyes widened, dropped her head and looked up at me only lifting her eyelids and not head in a lower voice “You attended the class?” I said “ Yup!!!” Her face turned red. First I thought she supported the union and my attending class hurt her belief in me. Then her eyes turned red... I felt she’s going to eat me raw. (She’s a veggie. That was a relief.) Then it came... TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was like “?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!” She started to sob uncontrollably. Everyone in the room was like me. FULL CONFUSED!!! Some less shocked girls tried to enquire what happened. (No.. Not me... I was hell shocked!!!) Then she said while sobbing... “I couldn’t attend.” I was like “What? Attend what?” She continued... “I couldn’t attend the class...” I was “WHAT!!!!! She’s sobbing for not doing something that I did and am sobbing for doing that. EH???!!!!” I couldn’t understand this girl. “Oye... Give me a break, and explain actually why are you sobbing?????” I felt like screaming and asking this question but didn’t do it, because many girls consoling her gave me stare like the way I was a spoiled kid and I snatched the favourite toy of kid 117 and poor thing as crying because of me. I was like “Hey..... Please chill u loving mummies of 117 and please console me. Try to pinch me and tell me what’s happening is a bad dream. Else I may go into coma............” But no. All were consoling her. Some girls started talking logically and said... bunking a class is not a big thing. It should happen usually and it’s fun. One girl said she was thrown out off the class for making noise and was standing outside the class. She felt hungry and so she went to canteen to have something. While returning the lecturer who sent her out of the class caught her red handed. All were laughing. 117 also. I was not enjoying. I still demanded a valid explanation from 117. After a long “Blah Blah Blah” from all, she recovered from her sorrow (the great loss) and I from my shock. First thing that I decided that day was. Cut her friendship else, she’ll spoil me. ;)
After that we discussed this thing many times.. I asked her “Why did u cry that badly?” She said “I felt guilty of not attending.” I said “WHAT!!!” Later, I told this to all our other friends and made fun of her. She finally felt that she quiet over reacted then and laughed the incidents off.
Lots of 117 to follow, if I still be alive after this post sees day light. (Excuse me! It’ll not go for a morning walk. I meant publishing it. At times I try to be poetic. I’m terrible at that. I accept. But still I try).
So as the title, I would like to write about some beings who all r like me, IDIOTS. But don’t accept to don the title on them. They all enjoyed my posts here and called me proudly IDIOT. I’m one, I know, by now u all know. As I said u won’t have a life span to do all the mistakes by yourself and so learn from other’s mistakes. I learned from these IDIOTS. I know my life span is going to be reduced reasonably after I put this post out here. Still a brave me is here with my next post. (Copyrights reserved to me. Whatever I write is final and no corrections here. After all, it’s my blog)
Introducing this girl, whom I know her from my 1st Physics Lab external in engineering( I guess). She is one of my all time good friends (u see the common factor that brought us together? Yup!!! IDIOCY ). We spent nice moments of our college life together. We had same thinking and we used to laugh at things together which others used to take heavily serious. She was the usual load (As I used to call her...) on my scooter pillion seat for 3 long years. Used to see my sem results and info me. We were bench mates. In practical classes again batch mates. So totally WE WERE ALWAYS TOGETHER. On seeing each other we used to get confidence I guess, that even Idiots can live life happier than Intels. There are many such incidents that’ll win her “THE BEST IDIOT EVER AWARD” from me. “I won’t give it to you. No. Its Mine.”
People who know both of us by now might have guessed who’s that girl. I’m not supposed to tell her name here, cos that’s the condition.(Pssssss... but I can anytime add her photo. That was not mentioned in the conditions. She’s an IDIOT and proof is this!) Hmmm.....For our reference will call her.............. hmmmmmmmmm......... yup 117!! Her hostel room number was 117 I stayed in that room as a guest for 15 days. I used to be a regular visitor there. Oye!! 117 dont think too much .I went through my old diaries to get this number....
So in our initial days of friendship, I used to feel strange about this girl. She was tooooooooooooooo sincere (which I can’t even imagine.) toooooooooooooooooooo truthful (which actually irritated me and our practical session batch mate a lot.) A Cry baby..... Many say and believe I spoiled her. After getting into my friendship she changed. But trust me It was a good change and she didn’t change that much also she was the same but many didn’t notice it before. Later when they started noticing. Their shock they expressed as “Ani... you have spolied that poor girl....” I’ll be like... Excuse me!! Give me a break!!! Who changed whom???
I’ll tell what happened!! She used to sit in 1st bench and nod at each and every word the lecturers used to utter.( don’t know if it was because she understood or she was dozing off). She thought playing games (Like totha udd... chidiya udd... another IDIOT taught us this, Bollywood, Bingo, Dots, passing the message... ) Assignments are to be done not copied (Come on... I didn’t change this ,as I used to copy it from her and if she didn’t do then where will I go).Should not talk in class. Should always pass and score in internals. Should not bunk classes.
Later she started to sit in last benches, bunk classes, score single digits in internals, play, talk and sms during class hours. Trust me people I DIDNT DO ANYTHING. I’m so influential that, I can’t help it.
Incident 1:-
It was during our initial friendship days I was staying in her room, which mean I was her roommate then. It was the time when strikes in college were at peak. Our college had (It still has) 2 gates, back gate and front gate. During the Strikes both the gates were closed and student reps will guard them. Only during those times I feel like getting inside the college (I meant college not class.) because for me its adventure to go in passing the reps. That day we were walking from Hostel to college for our morning classes, we saw many students coming back. On asking them we came to know that there was a boycott of classes from the union side. Demands I don’t know. I was not an active member in all these things. They were a different world for me.
Now 117 and I were thinking should we go and check the front gate. Finally don’t know what happened I left with one of my other friend to the front gate. She didn’t come I guess. On reaching the front gate we saw it was guarded by the watchmen who had clear instructions from Principal to allow students inside and union was not supposed to stop any student entering. So, we were actually pushed in. I was happy I achieved something. Now what??? I thought we should go out and try getting in again. But the girl who drove me in was not insane like me. She was quiet sincere (I hate it) She dragged me to the class. As Canteen and other possible hide outs were closed on that day, I followed her. Cursing her. We entered the class. My only relief at that time could have been “FREE ATTENDANCE”. Which means no lecturer will teach anything. They’ll just walk in and take attendance and leave. But.. My prayers were in vain and I was put to that pain. We had all the morning 4 hours that day. I was thinking of 117 enjoying in hostel. I felt jealous of her. Finally lunch break. After that all the later classes were suspended I guess. Whatever I went back to hostel and didn’t come back for the afternoon session. I went to our room which was crowded with our batch mates. (It used to be like that as there were no seniors in this room. Full gossiping happened here. Hostel stories can be a big post here sometime later.) I entered and saw 117 hopping. She used to and still hops a lot. Don’t know why???I never cared as I can’t or never even tried to imagine her without hopping. She asked me where have u been???? I was like.. What!!! She was asking as if I had been lost. And common I was not that hoppy as her after my 4 hours back at college. I said “Eh???!!!! As if you don’t know. I and the other girl went to check the front gate na.. It was open. We went in.” Her face changed, eyes widened, dropped her head and looked up at me only lifting her eyelids and not head in a lower voice “You attended the class?” I said “ Yup!!!” Her face turned red. First I thought she supported the union and my attending class hurt her belief in me. Then her eyes turned red... I felt she’s going to eat me raw. (She’s a veggie. That was a relief.) Then it came... TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was like “?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!” She started to sob uncontrollably. Everyone in the room was like me. FULL CONFUSED!!! Some less shocked girls tried to enquire what happened. (No.. Not me... I was hell shocked!!!) Then she said while sobbing... “I couldn’t attend.” I was like “What? Attend what?” She continued... “I couldn’t attend the class...” I was “WHAT!!!!! She’s sobbing for not doing something that I did and am sobbing for doing that. EH???!!!!” I couldn’t understand this girl. “Oye... Give me a break, and explain actually why are you sobbing?????” I felt like screaming and asking this question but didn’t do it, because many girls consoling her gave me stare like the way I was a spoiled kid and I snatched the favourite toy of kid 117 and poor thing as crying because of me. I was like “Hey..... Please chill u loving mummies of 117 and please console me. Try to pinch me and tell me what’s happening is a bad dream. Else I may go into coma............” But no. All were consoling her. Some girls started talking logically and said... bunking a class is not a big thing. It should happen usually and it’s fun. One girl said she was thrown out off the class for making noise and was standing outside the class. She felt hungry and so she went to canteen to have something. While returning the lecturer who sent her out of the class caught her red handed. All were laughing. 117 also. I was not enjoying. I still demanded a valid explanation from 117. After a long “Blah Blah Blah” from all, she recovered from her sorrow (the great loss) and I from my shock. First thing that I decided that day was. Cut her friendship else, she’ll spoil me. ;)
After that we discussed this thing many times.. I asked her “Why did u cry that badly?” She said “I felt guilty of not attending.” I said “WHAT!!!” Later, I told this to all our other friends and made fun of her. She finally felt that she quiet over reacted then and laughed the incidents off.
Lots of 117 to follow, if I still be alive after this post sees day light. (Excuse me! It’ll not go for a morning walk. I meant publishing it. At times I try to be poetic. I’m terrible at that. I accept. But still I try).
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