The joy of being God

Yesterday was beautiful....

I popped a CD into the lifeless computer and on the screen was my first ever script - LIVE!!! As every word of the Pantaloon corporate video's rough cut was being read out, I could almost leap with joy! This was the script that we had run through more than 20 times...carefully weighing each word, how and when it should be said and more!

And when I saw it on screen, actually happen, I was in total bliss!!! Almost as if I was giving birth......

And yeah the perinnieal regret of getting the raw end of the deal by being a man (you dont get to give BIRTH!!!) is always going to stay as an unhealed wound, I realised that creativity lets you give birth to something of your own....

As a creative freak I've experienced the sheer high of ideas....the frenzy that grips you as you scribble stuff even you wont be able to read on paper ....... you just want to let it out of you.....the pains of clutching an idea in the confines of your inner space, in the unmanifest are akin to the labour pains .....if not that physical, the discomfort is there.....

And then you express the idea....the child is born....its a mixure of joy that is heightened by relief.......

Creativity lets me be God in small ways many times over, and each time its a very very rewarding experience....

And the greater the masterpiece you've made, the greater the joy....

And that makes me think that God (if She exists) would be a very very happy person! Imagine the joy of having created something as beautiful as me ;)

To throw or not to throw

That was the question on my mind as I was sitting on the second seat of the local compartment, chomping on my ferro rocher......

I originally took great pride in not throwing stuff around....

And yet if I dont throw garbage, and everyone does that it will only make the municipal sweepers lazier.....I realise that I am anyways spending a bomb in getting these services (yeah i just started paying tax)

If I throw again it becomes dirty and I look bad....

Confusing a thought isn't it......

The death of Neo.....the birth of Morpheus

I am my own super hero - I don't find anything egoistic about it.....I am amazed and surprised at my sheer ability to learn, to achieve and to share myself.....I rock.....

I survived a tough one....never thought I would.....Neo dies before he is resurrected......I too had died.....the part of me that dreamt of enterprises and freedom was dead.....my soul was heading forth towards the land of corporate slavery (I don't wanna be politically correct here - SORRY)And then suddenly I resurrected......something happened....Maybe God realised he'd taken the joke too far....maybe He figured that I was his best chance to rescue others......he gave me back my soul....my life....my faith....And then I was Neo........I had understood the matrix....for the first time......I was stronger than ever.....I was an inspiration to myself....Life had given me what I had demanded of it.....not fully but had made major concessions......

And I realise that its my turn to be Morpheus now.....to rescue others who are dying slow deaths....getting suffocated in corporate labyrinths.....stifling their innate creativity......suffing away God gifted talents........And I can no longer stand it.....time to rescue is here.......Yeah thats waht my mission is....to rescue more and more people into Zion......The Neo in me is now going to die......its time for the birth of Morpheus

Memories of music

I love music ...... there is a song for every special moment in my life....it may not be playing out there but its there in my head.....and when I hear that song I get transported to that era....

Let me for example take songs that I associate with IIM B......

"allah ke bande"....start of term 1.....C block seniors playing it all day....confusion....enthusiasm.....challenges.....

"koi kahe" is a very private song I share with vibhor....we believed every word of it for both of us and shared that special feeling of having cracked and rocked IIM B :)

"Koi toh ho" from chupke se reminds me of the time right after summers....the raw high of getting the DB summers.....unexpectedly cracking it....yeah I'm a stud kinda feeling

Then there is "Solitude" from Karunesh.....Fanaah......lonely moments at the insti....heart aches....these songs so beautifully capture that phase.....

boom boom....apex days....L2 and life is so beautiful kinda feeling.....

o podu flashes the image of a dancing jeeves......dancing in max enthu .....wat a beautiful person.....wat a song :)))

Yeah a lot of them are about people.....that thing you do = sugi....
californication and kandisa = sid.......
Kawa Kawa = we dancing around ali
.........any satya song or ghati number = we doin ghaati dancing


Tara Jala reminds me of a time when I really really wanted to achieve....a lost kinda feeling at times....

Kal Ho Na Ho is for the summers itself...Singapore...Samrat Ghosh...DB......figuring what life is about

All of swades songs remind me of germany....thats where i was when it got released......cycling in sub zero temperatures wiht the laptop blasting these songs away.....

And of course "naina milke"....Saathiya....the coorg trip with speaking tree...... :))))

And aaj jaane ki zid na karo......reminds me of Biplab....

Jats the way would remind any IIM B guy of Sameer Mahandru, the impeccable presi that we had.....

Its the time to disco reminds me of this whole studs gang of apachhu, andy and pankaj who'd set the dance floor on fire.....

and hawa hawa reminds me of andy....he'd FREAK on it....totally totally freak........

And then jumma chumma....the song when we expressed the sheer frustration of our apex......Gattu and me pounding away at the floor as if it was Rambo.....

Chori Chori reminds me of saket....i dont know why...saket neel matta and the whole gang.....no clue why......

And of course there are many many private songs that remind me of tender intimate moments.....songs at L2...I wanna break free.....sweet child of mine.........

And the L2 songs that we felt as they played....its my life.....in the end it doesnt even matter.....pink floyd.....all of that......

And of course Maaeri....the song that would send you in wonderment.....complete wonderment of what the fuck is happening in my life.....

Shakira's Whenever Wherever reminds me of our seniors too....the song stopped playing when they left.....

The chadthi jawani song reminds me of when these NIFT babes had come and Chery forced me to dance with them (which in retrospect was not that bad an idea.....)

Nitin swanhey music reminds me of the time when I was slogging away at the business when the rest of the B school was muggin away for placements.....it represents the disconnect i felt at that time.....


Maar Gayo re....gabru.....dil le gayi kudi....chunri chunri...dupatta baimaan re.....all the remixes...each of these songs captures a feeling, an era that's almost impossible to create.....

unless of course you play the song itself :)