The human species is possibly the best standing example of that eternal cycle of life and death. Nothing else showcases this chronological phenomenon better; well, nothing except nightclubs. They have a similar cycle but it moves much faster – like those fast forwarded clips they often show on Nature channels where the sun rises and sets in a matter of seconds (Time Lapse shots – for those who know and should now know that I too know).
I am not a celebrity so I can’t say that I am reporting first hand; more like an acquaintance of a friend who attended told me: but in this age of information and technology, such data can be treated as first-hand information, right? Or have I been inside my office far too long?
Say what you may, you can’t miss the splash on the pages. The prime minister shakes an opportune hand with the US and gets a massive cold; someone operated and saved the oldest Siamese twins, disjoint only on their political views…All humbug! A new night spot just opened and briefly seen were two actresses from upcoming films with lots of nudity (in the film that is) in hunky male company (at the club that is) – Carry on tabloid, we are all tuned in and listening… Read more
When I was in school, martial art films were the only thing Chinese on the market. Albeit dubbed, they also formed a clear majority of ‘English films’ that made it to the city in VHS format.
Many in my age group then had a major love for these films: the language was barely comprehensible, the action was great, the stunts real and one didn’t really have to bother with who was playing the main character.
Ten years on, teenage times, and the action on tape had turned a tad more carnal. Funnily though, and I only recently awakened to this odd similarity, these films of the flesh were not much unlike Chinese martial art films. Read more
I have never had an ugly dream where I got up in the middle of the night sweating and palpitating. I would like to though, would make me feel like that guy in the “November Rain” video. Statistics have shown that most such people were having nightmares about being trapped, suffocation, arranged marriages, free-falling…mostly, deathly dreams without the ability to do anything about it except to get more scared till such time when they shocked themselves awake!
The good thing is that this made many swear off marriage. Almost all of them even managed to go back to sleep. I couldn’t. Reading about such stuff put one thing in my head – death, when it comes, comes without a warning. No save-the-date cards, no placemarkers – just pure stiffness and numbness all over all of a sudden. Read more
There are very few things that can get me worked up to the point where I can break anything I strike, including my hand, and with each passing festival, I am finding it more and more difficult to buy health insurance!
There was a time – I wasn’t alive then; even my dad says he has only heard of that glorious era – when festivals and celebration were exactly as the dictionary defined them. People took time out from their daily rut to visit the near and dear ones: gifts were presented with much a personal touch and, more importantly, true affection. People stepped out of their houses to greet and welcome neighbours and friends into their homes and there was a true sense of warmth and enjoyment. Festivities lasted for almost a week around the day of the festival itself. Read more
Starting from the era of Adam & Eve right up till Armageddon cometh, we mortals pay for all we consume. I remember a time from a previous life when people were happy drinking whatever was classified as intoxicant; and if it could power some medieval form of transport, all the better!
Lately the scene has changed. More people are asking what exactly is in there glass; will it kill them or send them flying, and all this at what cost? It started with the more common whiskey and beer and gradually drained into wine. So much that even fellow Indians everywhere are up in arms and happy hours, inquiring apropos their evening elbow-exercise. Read more