Wednesday, March 28, 2007

An idea can change your Knight.

It hurts when it happens the second time. Always hurts.
The first time you didnt know.. but the second time,aww man..
6years ago, An imaginative kid like me,was inspired by a certain animated series (Batman-The Animated Series(Classic Stuff !) on DD-2 - anyone remembers?) so much,that he went ahead to cook up his own futuristic version of the Dark Knight.. [People with no particular interest in "cartoons" or "superheroes" or similar stuff,abandon ship NOW !]
The boy had it All done in his head..he called it Batman-2030. He had the cape designed to assist in flying And gliding. Infra-red vision fitted into the mask.
The Batmobile, an amphibious ride touching sub-sonic speeds with ease.
Latest arsenal on the rider as well as the ride. The Kid let his imagination ride people!
He even went ahead and came up with a soundtrack and matching action sequences. (Lol, come on !)

And then..2 months later- Batman:Beyond. Batman of the future. coming soon. on Cartoon Network. Shatter.. Shatter.. Believe That..?

5 years later..
"Batman Begins" breaks all ground with its spectacular direction and awesome fundas about the Dark Knight. Months later,the Kid is back at work again,this time in his head..
He cooks up a movie now.. calls it "the dark knight" .. Joker reigns in terror. The Ultimate showdown. A very cool Joker with new weapons,new tricks.. Psychological Warfare. The Kid had it All lined up. And yeah,there's this trailer the kid cooked up for the "Dark Knight".. it's Awesome..wish you could peep into the kid's head right now..man !
The Joker even had a sleek sports car (traditional Purple and Green ) and lets not forget Batman's Tumbler from "Batman Begins" - Its still there..!

But Destiny,not to be outdone.. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Knight_%28film%29
No Dont bother.. its just a movie,the sequel they are making for "Batman Begins"
Probably getting released in July 2008. Just that its called "The Dark Knight"..
Like i said, NOT the 2nd time.
Mummeeee !

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Just 2 Daddies..

Rush ma man,your Big Daddy is here..
Rush ma man,Judgement cometh and that too soon. Soon..?

Frankly,my ego needs its food. So my ego and me,we both dine. chew. mmm.. write clever scraps,write cool blogs. food. hungry hogs. both of us. i am expecting you to appreciate my blog,wonder at my prowess, of course it matters to my dear ego,what did you think?

You know what,am wondering.. i will write as i want to, as i feel i should. this is someone else's life,not my ego's. i hate it. this pedestal of mine on which i place my ego, i hate it. when i see that Daddy with a palpitating heart, the eyes once sparkling now dark,whatever little flame there was,blown away. yes,yes my hands shoot up into the air. ME ME !! i did it ! It was me !

2 Daddys..
Both living Sacrifices.. One still Lives, i dont know about the other.
One, father to his sheep and kids. The other, father to him who shatters his Greenhouse of Hopes.
One made himself of no reputation and killed himself,out of Love. The other doesnt know about this Daddy..i never told him.
One, watches as i type this. Love and Holy Justice. The other,sleeps-completely exhausted. Or maybe he's just having another sleepless night.

what do i do now.. both Daddies watching me. One's Love awaits me and my sins. The Other,awaits my consequences.

i Can go on. man,my ego's just enjoying it. mmm... but there's a Linkin Park song which goes like- SHUT UP when am talking to you, SHUT UP, SHUT UP !

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Get a job,and a Belt party too..Absolutely free.

Ever thought twice before using the restroom?
i was doing just that at 8 am today..

Not that i hold faith in notions like Wailing Banshees or any kind of spooks possesing restrooms as we folks possess Condominiums, but at my college thats what you inevitably end up doing the morning after the day you get a job(placement)..

3.25 pm_ D-Day.. this soldier shakes hands with the Placement Officer while in a trance of sorts..
"Well done this.. well done that. you Finally(?) got your job".. buzz,buzz..buzz off.
3.29 pm_ D-day.. Massacre. Placement Officer sips his cup of tea to Glory,while the soldier,25metres away, gets stamped in the butt by the best brands(Reebok,Woodland,I-D,Lucknow Bootwala-you Name it.) [Courtesy- loving merciless buddies of his batch,off for a trip to Goa.] No armour for my poor backside as they print it blue with their itching shoes n boots.. Oww. Oww. Oww.

4.30 pm_ D-Day..this soldier holds his butchers at bay, fixes a mutually agreeable appointment for his Whacking ceremony.. 10pm...please please,Pretty please? Gives them the Bambi Eyes(calvin n hobbes enthusiasts should know..) and scoots to his room.

9.25 pm_ D-Day.. Soldier at stand-by. Puts on Armour.. 1 Towel, 2mm thick(thin) wrapped on,1 Newport Denim pulled on,1 Live-In Denim pulled on over the other denim,belts it all up-All this while trying his best to keep the baying hounds on the other side of the door. Tries to harden his heart and Guts,fails.. Goes ahead to pull open the door, suddenly turns around,digs around his room to find 2 Times of India editions n shoves them down his Denims,u know where.. Sniff.

10.18 pm_ DHAMAKA -Day.. Bulls on Parade. i Wail.. Hulks n Hogans of A.I.T welcome,lets whack 'im home. Soldier stands poised, facing the wall, hands high on the wall. They came,they saw,they Bulldozed.. belts,kicks,what-not.. at one time lost count,at one time went hysteric..
Mummee...

11.10 pm_ Daze-Day.. Soldier limps back to his room,with smoking,blazing You-know-whats.. throws away those 2 editions of the Times,torn and obliterated at places,n thanks Almighty for them..doesnt remember a thing as he deadens his memory with episodes of "Prison Break"..and then one Doze to Glory(slept on my tummy,ok?)

8.20 am_D-Day + 1.. Contemplation.. to loo or not to loo,Thats the question. Owww.

Monday, March 5, 2007

i wish i were Homeward bound..?

F5..
no new scrap.
F5..
no new scrap.
so,visit my own profile. scroll down. double-take at "hometown".
Hometown : Trivandrum.
Yeah right. Born in Udhampur,Jammu and Kashmir,India (or was it Pakistan..? leave it to Mushmohan and Manarraf, sorry did i mix up their names..?)

that Hometown remark set the erstwhile cogs in my head a turnin..
Trivandrum..i never belonged there.. yeah i am a native of Kerala (and i Adore that place),i can speak Malayalam (my own version please..) but i cant call the capital city Trivandrum my home. Yeah lived there for 4 years and did my kindergarten there,so? Go on vacation every semester break,so?
Trivandrum was never my hometown, just an obligation. The beaches are beautiful,my strongest memories of family reunions have a touch of Trivandrum-every single train i boarded due South,made me long for the Enchantment called Kerala. But Home- naah..
So- Hometown : __________ .

Hyderabad? 5 years -5 Blaze of Glory years.. Onslaught of Teenage. Mr.Academics at High School.. Introduction to Rock,Pop,so on.. so forth. Riding the Kinetic Honda up that hill to watch the blazing sun set by Golconda Fort. Every evening. Every single train i boarded for Hyd n Sec,pushed me down the memory stairs to the days of Glory.. Not home.. not yet.

Pune? 4 years - that single most memorable event in life called College. The Pits in Acads. Saying goodbye to the Maestro within. Standing in front of the mirror,trying to look at failure,but not being able to find it. Stood watching as Life became a cold,Cold milkshake- Flavour~ Gaming and Movies and Music. Then found friends who actually lived. And made me live~ 3rd Year and 4th year running.. finding Everlasting Hope, Enduring Love.. Un-Crunchable Faith. Wont want to leave Pune,nope.. every single train i boarded for Pune made my heart sink and soar.. like a ship with a cargo of yo-yos on high sea.. Home- maybe, just maybe.

Every single time i board a train now.. all those years of relentless Nation-trotting rush into my headspace like floodwaters.. papa bustling around trying to make sure we got our berths,our food..that sense of security with him around.. me and my sister going for Rail Aahar instead of mummy's yummy homemade food (man,Mummy Must have felt bad,u know..) Never being able to stand at the gateway.. always longing to do just that.. Me and my dear sister fighting over Who would get to sit by the window,me winning most of the times and- Now am feeling bad for her..How papa and me almost didnt notice the train beginning to move out of Balasore station in Orissa,while we were having a stroll there..how he shoved me into the compartment while running at full speed..
All those years bygone,now i walk alone (yup, just like that Green Day song goes)..
Now,its just Me standing at the door,wind rushing in and out of my mouth (you know,dogs have a gala time poking their heads outta the windows of cars,its Fun- i speak out of experience now..)
whizzing past shades of coastal Green that God created.. Letting the morning Goan mist smother my face at 80kmph.. He must have said- have Fun kiddo !

Hometown :
Every time i get into a Train, i feel am at Home..