Lapses of lingy…

The pitter-patter of little feet…

My cousin Sandeep is turning papa.

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I saw a wonderful film over the weekend called My Brother Nikhil.

I recommend it to all. It’s truly a novel film experience because for the first time an Indian film-maker has ventured into portraying a relationship between two gay men, without stereotyping or getting preachy. There is no melodrama and no corny gay jokes.

Another interesting fact is that, it’s loosely based on a true story though all the facts have been juggled around. For instance, the homosexual angle is I guess fiction.

I belonged to a theatre group that started the NGO called Positive People in Goa, established in memory of the first person who succumbed to HIV way back in 1988.

Like in the film, this person also experienced a traumatic jouney and became a guinea pig, in a state which was wrought with ignorance and prejudices about HIV.

In reality, he was a member of Mustard Seeds, a creative, talented man who got unlucky. This chap was isolated and treated a kin to a criminal.

I cried at one of the last scenes in the film, featuring Victor Banerjee, Lilette Dubey and Purab Kohli, where the two traditionalists, accept their son’s gay partner. How difficult it must be for parents to rearrange their value system.

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My head is bursting with ideas right now, and I am kind of swooping to hold on to them before they escape.

Have you had that feeling before?

It’s a kin to verbal diarrhea. Makes your head think fast, while your hands are racing to keep pace with them.

Anyways, I have to edit a journal for an NGO, this weekend. It’s a nice NGO, which makes underpriviledged kids happy by taking them for summer camps etc 

I attended one of these events and realised how excited these kids get about any sort of extra-curricular activity. It was funny, cause they couldn’t pronounce my name. So, I told them I was Aishwarya Rai. Now that brought an instant smile to their faces.

Other than that, it’s my B’day tomorrow.

Am not sure what I will be doing, as again many plans seem to be floating around, though none of them seem concrete as yet.

But I like a bit of spontaneity. Correction, I like a lot of sponteniety when it comes to my social life. Planning and plotting is meant for work, or one’s financial charts. 

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Currently, having the time of my life!

Met a blonde(dyed) divaesque fashion entity from Milan. Her face looks slightly screwed up, but what  a husky, Italian twang!

Chatted with an upcoming fashion designer who says casual is the new formal.

And tom am off to a vintage club located outside the periphery of the city.

My life rocks, I know!

Also, met someone who lost 40 kilos in a span of one year….am planning to interview this person, cause there was no crash dieting, steroids etc involved. Just a decent amount of exercise every week. Now, that’s inspiration for us “comfortably chubby” individuals!

However, on a more tragic note, one of my best buddy’s moving to a non-descript location outside of maharashtra.

And apparently, my sis has just come down with a bout of bronchitis.

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I feel an ache.

It stems from deep within.

For want of something special.

I see a face in my dreams and sometimes in my nightmares.

In my dreams that face smiles and fills me with happiness.

In my nightmares that face is distant, cold, unattainable.

Beneath the effervesence lies a reality. 

Sans this faceless entity, an emptiness lingers, a wretchedness persists.

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ALERT: My chair just wobbled…

I was sitting in the office, trying to get under a deadline.

It was approximately 3:25 I think, when I felt as if someone was shaking my chair. I looked around, me and no one was there. 

Suddenly, there was pandemonium in the office. People were exchanging stories of more wobbling chairs. Someone saw the water in his glass start swiveling.  

It was a tremor measuring 5.8 on the Richter Scale.

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The weekend was quite lovely. I saw Million Dollar Baby and was pretty speechless after watching it. I expected a typical resurrection of the underdog, kind of storyline and what I got was tragedy and a deglamourised version of the world of boxing.

It’s so difficult for any filmmaker to refrain from including the usual elements, ie glamour and the romantic angle. These ingredients are a part and parcel of every commecial film.

But Million Dollar Baby has neither glamour nor the proverbial romantic angle. These would have completely trivialised the subject. 

Clint Eastwood’s performance was very all-encompassing of his character and the story by itself is inspiring. It’s testimony to the fact that one can acheive so much, even if one starts of with nothing.

The only thing I didn’t like about the film is the sport, boxing. I think boxing sucks because it promotes violence just like bull-fighting and gladiators. And it’s difficult to understand how people can get thrills, cheap ones from watching two people trying to hurt each other.

There’s a line in the film, ”Boxing is about earning respect”, or something to that effect.

What crap! That’s more like demanding respect rather than commanding it.

When I went to Spain, my companions were excited about visiting the bull-fighting rink. We watched a film which picturised a bull-fight, and I came away squirming, my insides churning both with disgust and anger. Pleasure at the cost of another’s pain is so sadistic. In the case of bull-fighting, the poor bull is provoked by poking it with sharp weapons and feeding it some sort of drink which agitates it further.

Then it must die, brutally at the hands of the matador, while the people in the podium applaud and the pretty senoritas blow flying kisses to the ‘courageous’ matador.

Gruesome.

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Have been meaning to visit the gym for ages now, but there’s seems to be a lack of motivation. On the other hand, I think it’s sheer laziness. I so enjoy long, leisurely days of doing absolutely nothing.

At this rate, I shall be the size of a hippo soon. Either ways, my friends love me just the way I am ( or so they have me believe at least), though my mom’s concerns about my figure are at an all-time high.  But can’t allow that to happen. Might land up a gig soon, and if that happens I have to be in spanking  shape.

Okay, I am in a playful mood today, something to do ith my ‘energy’ being positive and all ( Meera can interpret this one for me) that jazz.

Planning to watch Million Dollar Baby. I like Hillary’s Swank ( nopes, not in a lesbian kind of way, cause I’m straight as a rake). But I sort of admire her grit, determination and humility, and also the fact that she still travels by train!

I hope she continues to do really challenging roles.

Boys Don’t Cry in fact made me cry. It’s quite sordid, so don’t watch it if these things make you feel queasy.

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Today is one of those days, when I just don’t feel like working. And then there are other days, when the drive to get ahead on the work front is fast and furious.

So, have decided to give myself a break and do the things I haven’t done in a while.

Like visiting a very pregnant friend who is expecting in 20 days time.

Have another pal who is coming down from Pune over the weekend, so will spend time some time gassing with her. And on sunday might attend a jazz workshop which happens at Planet M every first Sunday of the month or else a film festival at Cafe Mocha which also happens on the first Sunday of the month.

I suddenly have this urge to get out there, meet people, reach out etc

I now have a 2 day weekend. Can’t even begin to remember when I had just a measly Sunday off. It’s totally criminal to work on a Saturday.

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Solving this jigsaw puzzle and posting about this sweepstakes for Big Red makes me eligible for free Xanga Premium for life…

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