BRO-rigination

Barney Stinson, the "Casanova",the person responsible for causing an entire season of controversies, books, blogs, facebook "SUIT-UP" events and generating quite the business for CBS. After seeing tonnes of series and its complete seasons over and time and over again, what came pretty apparent was that "Barney Stinson" ain't any radical that they stumbled upon.


A mere progression from one successful cast character to simply another one. I guess the evolution starts from the discovery of "Patrick Maitland" of Coupling (2000-2004). Patrick is a successful businessman and is very competitive with others in the same business, but he does have a vague sense of loyalty to his friends. A guy with a narrow opinion of women, or a "one track mind". He is good at courting women and collects videos of nights with his girlfriends in his rather large "cupboard of love."


"Patrick" was taken to the next level by "That 70s Show"s character 'Michael Kelso'. A dumb-witted fool who gets off by his looks. He has been pretty lucky "in the sack". He has had a series of off & on relationships with 'Jackie Burkhart' which initially prematurely ends as he cheats on her with numerous other "skanks". But goes on to sleep perhaps with most number of girls in the series and practically floats by nothing apart from his good looks. He bypasses adolescence the first in the series as he impregnates a girl over a one-night stand.


Warner Bros. Television tapped this source and incorporated in the famous sitcom of all times, "Friends" and tried this phenomenon with 'Joseph Francis Tribbiani'. In Season 1 they experimented with the witty, smart, casanova, but as the season progressed they realised that the audience prefers the sweet cocktail of dumbness and playboy. For the rest of the seasons he was a loyal and  true friend but just kept getting dumber.


BARNEY STINSON, the CBS production and mark of absolute awesomeness had been ensued as risky business. But it all turned out for the best with his "Lemon Law", "Suit up" and other insanely bizarre rules, the audience just could not have enough of his charm. Everybody tuned in with an intent of hearing Barney's statements rather than see where the story led up to. CBS even tested with him in a relationship with Robin Scherbatsky, something which severely destroyed the "BRO"ness entailling him and was called to an end so that he could continue being the single guy that he is. After all, he is "awesome" at it ;) 


To end the day, all I'd say, Barney Stinson, the notch above notches of various Don Juans, classy, charming and witty. The perfect CBS creation.

Withdrawal Symptoms

In today's world when people are getting addicted to tobacco, cocaine, ecstasy, coffee and even chocolate; I brutally and quietly suffered from a different kind of addiction. Facebook! Yes, you might be laughing your a$$ off the chair, but I did and all of you on my facebook friend list suffered the wrath!
Around a year ago I was made aware of this addiction by a fellow sufferer, its termed as FAS (Facebook Addiction Syndrome). While I laughed heartily at him, little did I know that I was to suffer from this sooner or later.
About three months ago, my real life ceased to exist, studies flooded my life, old bonds were too far to fetch and hence I sought the "known" solace on Facebook. I knew the people, there was no "new" akwardness (the old akwardness sufficed :P ). Slowly, it became a habit, too much of it!
Yesterday, with the onset of upcoming papers I realised what's going on, and decided to take charge. Till my exams get over, i.e. the 18th January,2009, I take recluse from Facebook.
Its been 24 hours since I had last logged on. And its not that simple.
On a daily basis, I wake up, check and respond to my notifications. Log in every now and then and reply to the posts etcetera etcetera. Today not having done that, it feels like I didn't do something, that was due to me. Man is a creature of habit, and for an ex-BIT-ian lazying around comes more than naturally. And when you combine the two, it indeed gets quite lethal! Every now and then when I get bored I feel like logging in, more like what the smokers state as "Sutta-break". I guess more or less all of us are hooked on to it, but without being freaked out about it like me, or may be I did get a bit hyperactive! :P
On the plus side, I did get a surplus of time. I updated my blog site, read my fellow bloggers blogs, saw new videos, played a few rounds of Counter Strike. Just like the old life. :)
Lets see how many more days do I last.
And you know what perhaps is the saddest or best part is?
The fact that when you people reply to this on Facebook,all those snickery,sarcastic and cocky comments that you'll post, I'll have no clue!What-so-ever!
Curiosity always gets to me, so hoping that curiosity doesn't kill the DOG ( HATE cats! ) this time, at least!
So long, farewell.... :)

[P.S. : LMAO! It reads like a log entry of a hardcore drug addict!}

"The Beatles" bit me!

After joinning "Sgt. Peppers lonely hearts club band" I realised "All you need is love". So I yelled out at the beefy looking passerby, "Hey bulldog", he smiled and said "Aint she sweet". I thought "Act naturally" and pacified the "Devil in my heart". I asked him "Do you want to know a secret"? He said "Every little thing"! To this I realised my time for "Crying. Waiting. Hoping." was indeed over. I said "Mean Mr. Mustard" "Don't let me down" . He started to sing "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da". I got "No reply" and thought "Not a Second time". I walked up the slope of the road only to realise that I am like "The Fool on the Hill". I felt the urge to "Shout" for "Help!". 


I thought I have forgotten what I am "Searching" for. Just then I met this "Sexy Sadie" doing the "Hippy Hippy Shake". Her friend came to her and said "Why Don't we do it in the road?" I followed them on to "The Long and Winding Road" to see them "Here there and Every where". "A day in the life" when i thought I had reached "The end", seeing them I realised it was just "A beginning". "Ask me why?" "Because" I realised I was "Free as a bird". And "A hard day's night" always follows with "Carnival of light", all I needed was "A little help from my friends".

I followed a "Bad Boy" from that group cause "I got to find my baby" "Teddy Boy" cause he was my "Honey Pie" who'll "Hold me tight" at night. So I followed him to the "Yellow Submarine". I got in "From a window". I saw him from there talking to "Lovely Rita". He put on some "Jazz Piano Song" and went to "Rip it up/Shake, Rattle and Roll". A voice in my head said "Run for your life"!


I thought "There's a place" I could go to, but realised that I need a "Ticket to ride". I thought "Wait"! "Slow Down". So I took the "Winston's Walk" that passed through the scenic "Norwegian Wood" instead. It was a beautiful night of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". Someone shouted out "Hey Jude". I looked back and thought "This Boy" is "Mother Nature's son", the love of my "Sweet little sixteen" years. He looked at me and said "Baby! It's you"! 


Both of us felt "Something" rekindle. I realised that he ain't just "Some other guy". He felt I'm not just "Another Girl" . He said,"I have searched for you "Across the Universe" to find "A taste of honey". "A world without love" made me "Cry for a Shadow" of my "Girl" ". He held my hand, paused for a while and said,"I want you" "In my life". On hearing this, "Lonesome tears in my eyes" flowed freely. I smiled, quivered and replied, "If I Needed someone", "I need you".

LOL v/s LMAO

"A comedian (comedienne is used sometimes if female) or comic is a person who seeks to entertain members of an audience, primarily by making them laugh. This might be through jokes or amusing situations, or acting a fool, as in slapstick, or employing prop comedy. A comedian who addresses an audience directly is called a stand-up comic."


I was introduced to Russel Peters by the tag line "Praaataaaaaaapppp!!!!". My friends kept repeating it, till one of them (namely Ravish) ; finally forced Russel Peters on us. Thereafter the video spread like a plague. While every joke and punch line he cracked made me die laughing, but the patriotic in me kept feeling, "Why does he keep picking on Indians repetitively?"
The answer was pretty obvious, born and brought up in Canada; it was pretty obvious to feel more like a Canadian than an Indian. Him feeling violated when looked and treated as an Indian, makes sense,somewhat. 


To answer my woes came Papa CJ to the rescue, introduced by yet another friend (namely Maulik). An Indian to whom foreigners WERE the outsiders and not the other way round, which was the case for Russel Peters. I guess being in UK right now helped me correlate with his basic theme of criticising UK life. His ending line made my day; "If you've been upset by anything I said today, I don't give a shit. Heck I come from the land of Kamasutra, I can f@%k you in more ways than you can count!"


:D

La be`lla

(I hadn't have had the time to pen down this article, but the basic idea of this article has been haunting me for the past few weeks.)
Few weeks back, I was invited by some friends to go for a movie, my first in UK's theatre. So I went without caring to ask about the movie. When I reached I came to know it was for "NEW MOON". A movie that was completely & brilliantly successful in incinerating all my crazy ideologies, hypothesis & emotions attached to the "supernatural realm".
Although a complete "BLAST!!!!" of a storyline (according to the movie and not the book, you mad TWILIGHT series lovers!) and two hours of my precious time that I'm never getting back, there was just one thing I liked (apart from Jacob's stunning looks :DRROOOOLLLL! : ) . There was only one dialogue that thrilled me and kick started my satiated thirst back to its unquenchable state for knowledge about the supernatural, paranormal and downright unreal things. The lead female (Bella) goes through a solliloquy where she goes on to say,"What if everything we ever heard was true?". And truly a scintillating statement.
It got me thinking truly, What if E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G was true? What if there are Thumbelinas and unicorns to dragons & dragon slayers, to Gods, Devils and vampires, to Darth Vader to Yoda, to werevolves and vampire slayers. The fact that warp drive, teleportation, borg cubes, Klingon species...everything just waiting out there to be discovered and the high potentiality exhibited by them of their existence just makes the child in me quiver with ecstasy and happiness.
The idea that a mutant spider is going to bite a "Peter Parker" any time now is just what the comic reader in me would come alive to! Till then I'll keep shuffling through the pages of newspaper to find my own "Spiderman"! Now, isn't that news worth waking up to! ;)

Last Christmas..

So this is what I wrote a really looooong time ago and held on to it thinking that I'll use it as a part of Christmas spirit. Here goes nothing!

"Last christmas..i baked a cake,
the very next day i ate it away.
This year to save me from pounds,
I'm havin a muffin special.

Once eaten and twice shy,
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye..
Tell me dear batter do you recognise me?
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me.

(Merry Christmas!) I iced it up and smelt it.
With some decorations, I really prepped it.
Now I know what a fool I've been,
But if I baked you now I'd gladly eat it again.

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes...
I'm hiding you from all those prying eyes,
My God I thought you were someone to rely on,
Me? I guess I was the woman who just baked one.
A face of an eater with a fire in her heart,
Hunger undercover but you tore me apart!
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found some muffin which doesn't taste the same.

A face of an eater with fire in her heart,
(Gave you my heart)
Hunger undercover but you tore me apart,
Next year,
I'll bake something, I'll bake something special..special.
something..something...
I'll bake something, I'll bake something special!
who'll give me something in return,
I'll bake something.
beat my batter and watch it bake.
I'll bake something, I'll bake something special.
I've got you here to stay,
I can bake you for a day.
I thought you were something special.
Gave you my ardour,
I'll give it to something, I'll give it to something.
Last christmas I baked a cake,
I ate it away.
I'll bake something, I'll bake something."

Gear up for Christmas everyone :)

I hope you dance....

"Cherie,  when you write a program don't try to unnecessarily include pointers and recursions and all that. Keep it short and simple. Use the power of simplicity". This is what my brother told me while I gasped for breath with "Unix & C" in my first semester of my undergraduate level of study. These words carved a niche in my soul and stayed there forever. So simple yet, so strong.
"POWER OF SIMPLICITY"..how many of us realise that any more?
How many of us remember that a simple "Sorry!" works more effectively than quoting paragraphs of poems of a laureate to say the same thing!
How many of us remember that a simple "I miss you" bears more charm than gifting a humongous teddy bear with a hideous red heart bearing these words inscribed on them?
How many of us remember that a simple smile exchanged between two random strangers bears so much warmth than the ongoing ignorance of your existence between people working in the same office.
A simple gesture of getting a graphic candle on a Diwali night when you have been rampantly searching for candles brings you far more joy than burning those 14 candles which only causes more pollution. :P

Somehow in the daily hullabaloo of life we forget to live. We forget that we live to "live". We forget that money, food, materialistic pleasures follow and bring you joy only when you are happy!
I can't help but quote a song that was written on the diary that my father had gifted to me in my 10th standard.
"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder.
You get your fill to eat,
But always keep that hunger.
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.
I hope you still feel small,
When you stand by the ocean.
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens.
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance....
I hope you dance....

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living might mean taking chances,
But they're worth taking.
Lovin' might be a mistake,
But it's worth making.
Don't let some hell bent heart,
Leave you bitter.
When you come close to selling out,
Reconsider.
Give the heavens above,
More than just a passing glance.

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.....
(Time is a real and constant motion always),
I hope you dance...
(Rolling us along),
I hope you dance....
(Tell me who),
I hope you dance...
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)..
(Where those years have gone) ."

Courtsey: Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance.