devdas to dev d...

Dev D is a modern-day love story. Dev, Paro and Chanda of Dev D reflect the sensibilities, conflicts, aggression, independence, free thought, exuberance and recklessness of the youth of today. A generation that is jammed between eastern roots and western sensibilities.
Dev D is set in the rustic and colourful Punjab and also explores the dingy, morbid, dark underbelly of Delhi. It takes us from sprawling mustard fields to a riot of neon; from Punjabi ballads to mayhem in rock.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRLjycn11Rw

Anurag Kashyap manages entertain as well as deliver the idealistic changes in man. dev d, the modern day devdas has come to the point of no return. 

The days of those age old devdas's have long gone. What has replaced love is lust. Today, lust has overpowered that emotion of feeling and sacrifice for the other. There was no better way to potray this hairpin u-turn but to ride it to the super-sized curtains on the horse-back of Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay's classic love story Devdas.  Superbly including all those news items we generally talk about by saying - 'Why doesn't anyone do something about it? Are the authorities sleeping?' kashyap has proved the worth of the grand scale cinema and its influence. 

Turning around the classic novel into a sattire on the society Dev D brings forward the yet unexposed glossy picture of high-class-booty-filled Indian society. Keeping the tracks set as they were (with slight detours) Kashyap has managed to change the train plying on these tracks from the passenger Kolkata Express to the superfast Delhi-Chandigarh Shatabdi. The characters in Dev D - Dev, Paro, Chanda, Chunni weave together the main headlines of any newspaper in the last 5-10 years. 

It will not be wrong to say that Indian industry ha grown both in skill as well as tolerance for newer ideas. The direction is what they call 'Non-Linear'. 

This modern Devdas brings into light various mundane events that are getting common in India. Starting form disregarding parents, to the late night party culture, to the druggism, to the manipulative crowd around. Chunni here has been very cleverly replaced by the cunning pimp pushing the already not-in-balance people into the abysmal of sexism and nashabaazi. The story of DPS-MMS scandal has been used to build the character of Chandramukhi. 

The attempt to put everything together may have succeeded to some extent but the fact still remains that is the Indian crowd ready to digest this heavy storyline? Can such movies be upgraded from the B-grade cadre of movies (altough this movie was released as a main steam flick) ?  

The music of the movie is exceptional and is probably the only thing binding the people to their chairs (if the answer is NO for the above question that is). Yet, as a remake(yeah, yeah! Kashyao vey categorically says this is not a remake.. so lets put it as re-using the concept), this movie is sure to make a flag on the chronology of the development of cinema in India. The general thing with remakes is using the same storyline with a twist in the end. This on the other hand integrates the concept into the modern values, ideals, needs and hence gives out the DEV D instead of the DEVDAS.  

and please please please visit the official site ---- http://www.devdthefilm.com/

Ode to the Nice Guys

This is so awesome that I couldn't resist putting it in!!! ... this artikle has been picked up from http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html. This rant was written for the Wharton UnderGraduate journal. 

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

<_life><_/life>

<_life>

    <_head>

        <_title>zindagi .. jedi paheli koi na samajh paaya<_/title>

<_/head>

<_abstract>

    <_random>

            it all comes .. goes back .. comes .. goes back .....

all just flows away never to come back. 

why doesn't the water just stay..

the tree<_%=he%> always stands, stooped down by the 

weight<_%=her>, kissing the river. the river<_%=she%>,

but the river never comes back... 

the tree just gives away all it has .. the leaves .. of all colors, shapes,

sizes.. to find in return her going off without a word. 

he says keep it coming. 

    <_/random>

<_/abstract>

var demands[];

//demands is an infinite loop. 

var he[];

//he is the thing standing in queue of a number of he's waiting to fulfill the      demands.  

var she; 

//she is an object having numerous manifestations.

if (she.manifestations == angry) 

{

he.do = sing a damned old song || buy a damned gift || take for long ride ||      make physical moves ||  talk for long hours;

}

if (he.getAttributes == sad)

{

she.return = null; 

}

if (she.manifestations == happy || thrilled || normal)

{

he.do = somehow maintain the situation('PHEW!!'); 

}

else 

she.return = null; 

he.do = :( ; 

<_body>

<_table>

OK, this blog has already shown that how a stupid programming job reflects on the way you communicate. 

next, it also illustrates the role of the female species of the society. 

its been long and getting to terms with the absence of a shoulder to weep on i have realized that u don need one. the support u get only makes u weaker and weaker until that day when this support will be forcefully removed. the only buttress will begin to tremble and give way. the walls around crumble under the pressure and just fall off, leaving a mark of devastation. 

it becomes simple if the wall hanging fall off with the walls, but they dont, they keep on hanging and haunting. the daunting task is then to either move out of the region and to to a place where the view gets clearer without any walls or any wall hangings or to stay there working hard to rebuilt the damned walls or to just let time fade off things. the drive to get back, the motivation to feel that softness, that smoothness, that feeling ...  

 

nevertheless .. 

still.. 

it keeps on rolling ..  

 

      <_/table>

     <_/body>

<_/life>

life ticking away!!

Coming to terms with the situations and challenges life poses is indeed very difficult. What is it with the relationships? Are they ships definitely to be attacked by trojans? Why is it that they crash almost certainly? But as muzumdar [1]sir used to put it, exceptions are always there. In fact, exceptions are one sad thing. Why is it an exception if it is always there.. Probably only exception can answer that. Rules - breakable pathetic term drafted for something which cannot be true. They are either broken by these exceptions, and if not them, the ones on whom the rules hold breaks them. Hmmm.. This is sort of going off track (not new with me). Getting back to what made me write this blog.

Relationships. They tick, don't run, don't roll, don't rumble, don’t.. Just tick. It’s as if you have a spring loaded somewhere with the tension increasing continuously by the constant and non-stop twisting. These twistings are nothing but all those small little backlashes at each other, you never thought were relevant. These springs are person specific, the characteristics - the spring constant 'k' is depedent only on the composition of the person under consideration. The k-factor goes on to be naturally large for warm-blooded creatures like the homo-sapiens. On top of that there are people who take this factor to a new level all together. With the increasing k-factor, the stiffness of the spring increases, hence with a very small displacement of opinion the potential energy reaches heights


all those who don't remember - potential energy = 1/2*k*pow(x,2) ... [2]


And then there is the law of energy conservation in which this large energy has to manifest itself in some form. There are many routes taken here - sound energy (predominantly), kinetic energy (things flying around here and there), and many more. However, the whole concept to learn here is that difference in opinion or to say the opinion covered by one to understand the other is directly proportional to the tension in the spring which indirectly is proportional to the seizure rate of the ticking.

this spring if functions properly, that is the tension is controlled and well utilized in keeping the WATCH ticking, the relationship will never be surrounded by the pirates.


ticking of watch = ticking of relationship => watch = relationship


It comes to this. As huge as the relationship can get, it always stays right there is your closet, ready to be put on any time, ready to be discarded any instant. Then, there will be a number of watches, not just one. The strap should match with the dress. There will be silver metal strap, brown leather, black leather, a sporty, a gold metal strap watch to be put on as and when needed. The female counterparts will also have multicolored goonish and rascalish watches hovering on their wrists.

Leave alone aims, ambitions even thoughts meet just once every hour in the beautiful looking world of relationships [3]. The guy obviously being the hour. The holes are very often more erratic and fickle minded than the poles and change more often. And ofcourse, the ticking is very dutifully performed by the second. Never are the two hands of the relationship in agreement and point in the same direction only for a little while during the entire day. And by the time guys realize this, the spring has already been twisted for long and the brewing tension overflows. The story then comes to the very familiar turn –


‘We were on a break!!’ .... [4]


The batteries are taken off. The ticking stops. The watch discarded. So what, wear a new one!!!



References

[1] Nisha Kothari, Medha Deshpande, Muzumdar, “IIT HOME - A tale of establishment,” JEE J. Solid-State Kanchipura Circuits, vol. 11, no. 14, pp 1068-1077, may 2005.

[2] H C Verma (the dude!!), “the blue thing- Fundamentals of Physics - Part-1,” AIEEE J. Any BookStore Circuits, vol. 11, no. 14, pp. 744–746, Jun. 19xx (koi idea nahi).

[3] Ashutosh Mehra, “M/S gmail.com@ashu.life,”BITS J. Solid-State Circuits, vol. 25, no. 3, pp. 885-889, Jun. 2008

[4] harami afghani "friends @ DC ++," BITS, Jan.7

champi wale.. champi wale..

it all had to come to this. unwanted were those unshaven idiots who love the hair 'hair and there'. with the PCR kids (now calling themselves the new BILOO BARBERS) showing off their newly paved paths, the new trend caught hold of JP ; he caved in to the rising demands and himself, without any professional hand set out on a mission never even thought by the great jinxd. facing hurdles and mid way multifarious vegetations on the 'to be constructed' part. the mix of savanna and the amazon, the prairies and the sunderbans with patches of the gobhi on the newly established zones for cultivation by the tribes that had migrated from the lands beyond the C to the one near the V.


the process was on the way when the invention of the great alexander volta failed to operate and required charge up giving a chance to the new 'champi champs' to relax their hands and cool down their feet. finally came along another machine even more merciless than the previous one. the PCR kids back on track with the ghashti giving full support. the finale had to take place in the filthiest yet the most important place of the day - the BOGS. credit has to be given here to Mr. Gillette for his contribution to bush clearing avocation.

the mirinda kids now ready to show off their newly ploughed fields. the very elated party then moved on to the rest of the campus to flash their newly acquired beauty around.

the sad part however, keo karpin lost to old spice 0-3

hanging onto a matchstick in a flood

everything goes well at your college, only till there are people around you to laugh with you or in most of the cases laugh at you. however, when the scene turns into an one-act play comes a flood of emotions, frustration, fury and god knows what. being solo and lonely for mere 8 hours has put me in place where i am totally regretting staying here. not that i hate place, as a matter of fact i don't love it other. the thing is not about the place but about the people around you, blabbering there way through.
at first it was exciting to know that i was going to be a part of the industry, but ultimately this experience rings the dong that life is so going to suck in a couple of months, with all new faces to look at and talk to (not about the girls i guess!! at least some compensation..eh). lets put it as re-admission to the college, the same butterflies are hovering inside of me. what is it going to be like? whether or not sitting in a place from 9-5 going to this boring?
helllllo, time is running out and this wonderful life is going to reach its terminal soon. this one way trip has been so awesome, with all the blacks and the whites, with the hills and trenches, and it seems so dark to look down the road that i feel intimidated just by the thought of it...
beating the bush has so become the fashion of the day, complaining, the new trend, lets get along and put some enthus into the roadtrip. the effort turn right now is probably going to take me to another wonderful destination as this brilliant stop has been. 3 and a half years, boy!! a long hiatus.

tales of pilani season4 ep1

return of bulldeep the great was the highlight of the episode. bullu as he is fondly known amongst his followers, first set foot on the lands of pilani in the year of 2005. elation and enthuse spread through the air when bulldeep, the one with the skimmed milk (remembering distinctly here of the 2 mothers mandeep had!!) reached the little town of the 'bhayajis'. however, sadly bulldeep turned foe and instead of amusing his very dear - the jinxd and the alpha q's - he very conveniently went aide-de-camp at the 'controlz aka bulla babes'. finally, after a lot verbal 'persuasion' he buckled under the pressure of expectations.
it was at this moment that his presence made the difference that was recieved with blurring views and revolving scenes. but to make it clear, the absolutely free carlsburg contributing more than bulldeep the great himself. the state of affairs were such that the empire of bulldeep the great was annexed by the danish 'calrssssssssburgssssss' and the people of pilani had their wings wide spread, flying around the streets having occasional nibbles at raka or bunty.
bulldeep, free booze, what more could the praja ask for. and there comes the icing on the cake with mimcat aka mimzi aka macaca rhesus agreeing wholeheartedly for his birthday to be celebrated. scandalous lives of the elite of the jinxd at pilani is famous and the news spread like fire through the jungles of amazon.
macaca comes from the tropical rainforests of the bengal, and is heavily dependent on some mr. batra for cosmetics and stuff. macaca - the king of the rhesus's clan - displayed skills par excellence and very very vividly. his (oops! i seriously dont know whether to use 'its' or 'his' so lets go with general perspective on the issue)ITS satisfying skills were discussed and analysed in detail being continuously monitored for any optimization possible. finally, with the sounds of a few shrieks filling the corridor and gullwinder expressing his love for the micromini of macaca - holding his trophy, the ecstasy was spilled over by the ancient bucket which had been a home to few species at least. the home was however destroyed after the event. some die, some live, some laugh, some cry, some fumble (this was me after the danish ravished me!), but still, nights lived by the jinxd are memorable and capable to be put on stone....