Layzlump (sic) in Deutschland…

Though I had better things to write about my trip than to begin this with cribbing about the keyboard, I cannot help but feel piqued at the number of times I have had to use the backspace key in typing just a simple sentence properly. Typing just a few sentences, I can say that ‘Y’ is a much underrated alphabet. Not just are the alphabets ‘Y’ and ‘Z’ swapped there are some more (otherwise seemingly innocuous) differences on the German keyboard, which are sure to irk one (at least) for the first dew days.

Anyway, let me start from where it all began…

I barely had a day and a half before I was confirmed to fly to Germany. Under normal circumstances, it would have been manageable; but the fact that I had to vacate my room, move all the stuff over to a friend’s place (who stayed on the 4th floor of an apartment without an elevator), pack my luggage while constantly following-up about my travel tickets & accommodation details plus a whole lot of official formalities, I wasn’t sure if I could make it through all this. Though I did manage to plonk my luggage into the cab on time, it obviously left me with no time to let many of my friends know about my travel. So on my way to the airport I was frantically making calls & letting people know that I was on my way to Bonn for a couple of months.

Fortunately for me, this time round I had colleagues travelling with me for most part of the journey. So the nearly three hours at I.G.I. Airport, thanks to an early check-in, passed off without much trouble. As Delhi metamorphosed into a sea of tiny lights, I could then sense that MVY – III had begun! This time round I was too tired to even sit through a single movie & as soon as I had some food, I dozed off. Though sleep was intermittent, I do think I am managing to nap more than I could during my travels before.

Flight take-offs are always captivating! Be it day or night, just after the plane takes off from the ground, the view from the window holds in it something special, every time. It was early morning and Vienna was enshrouded in a blanket of grey when we took off for Frankfurt. However in a couple of minutes, the airplane was making its way through the clouds, as if tenderly caressing them with its wings. It soon rose above what now seemed like a cotton landscape – hills & valleys of cotton clouds, glistening tufts spread across infinite miles.

The flight was short & soon I was at Frankfurt Flughafen (Airport) looking for an immigration counter. Though I had my passport stamped at the Austrian capital, I was expecting an immigration stamp in Frankfurt, proving my arrival at my final destination country. But it was not to be, I was asked to head straight for my baggage. Hesitatingly, I picked my bags (which surprisingly came very quick) & inquired from some more people at the airport which resulted in only partially allaying my fears. It was here that I also realized that I was going to be a rank outsider in Germany with me not knowing their language & them, not any good at the one I knew!

My last minute travel plans had ensured that I do not get confirmed tickets through the Köln Airport (which was the closest one to Bonn). So, a train journey from Frankfurt to Bonn was still in order. Wearily as I trudged my trolley outside the airport, I now looked for directions to the Bahnhof (Station). Thanks to some broken advice from the locals & directions, I somehow found my way to Fernbahnhof (Long-distance Train Station). I was amazed (and eternally grateful to Deutsch Airport Authority) that I could take the trolley with my baggage up & down the escalators till the platform from where I was to board the train. Though initially I did not have the confidence of goading the trolley onto those moving stairs, I knew there was no way I could haul my check-in & hand baggage, totalling to some 40 odd kg of don’t-ask-me-what, around this terrain. The illustrations helped & with a prayer that I don’t trip my luggage or myself, I carefully pushed the trolley… I survived… and so did the bags… and the trolley too!

Knocking down some more language barriers, I got myself a ticket & settled myself on a bench at the platform, while waiting for the train to arrive. As I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice the broken window of the station’s dome or some odd pieces of litter. I sensed Germany wasn’t perfect (a word which I somehow associated with USA, at least when it came to cleanliness). Even though it wasn’t such a big deal, my belief firmed up when the train (Die Bahn) arrived 10 minutes late. It seemed quite like saddi-Dilli’s Metro; no wonder it made me feel proud. Peeping out of the window, I noticed over-bridges with posters & graffiti – it was not an isolated stretch, this seemed to be a recurring feature with many public walls being sprayed with incoherent writings & patterns.

After a while, I sighted River Rhein flowing parallel to the rail tracks. It was a picturesque sight, with streamers cruising through the river and verdant hills forming the perfect backdrop. Unfortunately, the train was speeding too fast for my archaic camera to do justice to this serene setup, so I just let my eyes savour these moments.

All these hours of travel & lugging my bags had exhausted me and I arrived at my hotel dead tired. At that moment, all I could think of was a warm water shower to soothe my crumbling body. Even food was not a consideration, as slumber pulled me into its arms soon after…

P.S. I just realized (after a week) that I can swap Windows’s keyboard to an English (U.S.) layout! Though now I have the keys in the place I expect them to be, I don’t necessarily see it saying what I want to type!!!

Lage Raho Rajkumar Hirani!

“Lage Raho Munna Bhai” is one of those rare movies in Bollywood which would appeal universally – one that would go down well with people of every age group or strata of society; Rajkumar Hirani has ensured that like its predecessor, LRMB delights you in every frame. His is a unique attempt at reviving the Hrishikesh Mukherjee genre of filmmaking but tailored to today’s times.

The success of the movie, very obviously, lies in its ability to package Satyagraha & Truth, mostly perceived as weighty or obsolete ideas, into popular milieu. I do not really buy the idea (which is floating around news channels & media) that this movie will infuse a new of wave of Gandhism in our country; people will watch it for what it is – a “masala” movie. However, I do feel that the film has thoughtful moments which question our responsibility as Indians, holding the mirror to us as to how we relate today to the ideals that were laid down by the Father of our Nation.

Whilst comparisons to Munna Bhai MBBS are inevitable, there is nothing common except for the characters of Munna & Circuit; it is definitely not a sequel. I guess, while MBBS did not have onus of preaching anything (except for general goodness) to its audience, this one does try to send across a message. But the treatment is definitely “hatke” as all proceedings are kept in a lighter vein, garnished with Bollywood “masala” fare. You do keep smiling, when you are not laughing, all through the film. The director blends all the genres of Bollywood & yet comes out with a product that is not a mish-mash. There’s the typical guy falling for girl & then wooing her, then there’s the band of elders who live life with zest, there’s this amazing camaraderie between Munna & Circuit, there’s also the bad guy with a human (and funny) side – all this against the backdrop of a fight for justice. The story, despite lots of sub-plots, is held taut with a remarkable screenplay. The songs flow with the film & one did not expect them to be the highlight of such a film.

Sanjay Dutt, as the protagonist, is once again in his “bhai” element replete with an innocence that is difficult to put into words. Boman Irani portraying the builder sardarji is commendable in his character. Vidya Balan as the beautiful RJ displays tremendous talent & elevates the movie with her performance.

But of the entire cast, it is Arshad Warsi as “Circuit” who is most endearing. You can replace any character from the movie, even think of someone else playing Munna Bhai, but the panache with which Arshad brings Circuit to life simply sets his act apart! His inane devotion towards Munna makes him the perfect sidekick; his comic repartee has you in splits all through the movie.

All in all, LRMB is wholesome Bollywood entertainment – one that should not be missed!

P.S. I do not intend to make this a movie blog. However, it does indicate that there aren’t many interesting things happening in my life

KANK – The movie

First things first… You should watch KANK if…

- you’ve enjoyed watching KKHH, K3G,

- love for you is an absolute truth,

- relationships is food for your thought,

- you don’t find emotion talk a bore,

- you are not expecting a classic but a movie with brilliant performances,

You should NOT see KANK if…

- you cannot withstand KJ

-style tears & melodrama,

- length of a movie makes you lose interest,

- you expect KJ delivers an even superior product than his previous films,

- you are looking for glorification of “bhartiya sabhyata”

KANK may not be ground-breaking cinema, but you would enjoy the movie if you identify with KJ school of filmmaking. If you are ready to believe his story, you will find the three hours a breeze! However, if you try & question the director’s vision of love & marriage, you find every passing minute more tormenting & illogical than the last.

So even though I do not concur with his belief, of true love being the elixir for all the unhappiness in life, I still kept my thoughts aside & let KJ narrate his saga of two shattered marriages leading to victory of love.

Here’s my take on the characters…

Dev is the typical temperamental guy, one who has not been able to cope up with the vagaries of life. As a husband, he is grey – you cannot make out if he resents his wife’s success, though it never seems obvious, or if he just thinks she is unfair to him & their family. Shahrukh does well, the role suits him to a T.

Rhea has a sad life for no fault of hers; she works hard & tries her best to balance her personal life. She loves her husband & says so. However, her husband fails to perceive it the same way. Preity is convincing in her role of a woman, who tries to give her best shot at everything she does but fails on a personal front.

Rishi loves his wife whole-heartedly and yearns for her to reciprocate. He keeps his cool despite the cold treatment meted out to him, which probably explains his outburst & jealousy when Maya confesses she has an extra-marital affair. Abhishek is pure brilliance, as he steps into Rishi’s shoes. Be it the comic scenes with his dad or his madness at losing the only woman he loves, Aby Jr. adds sheen to every frame he is part of.

Maya is a complex character, someone I’m not sure if Rani and for that matter KJ himself have been able to portray as intended. She takes the decision to marry, out of returning a favour (of Talwar Sr.) but fails to give her husband the passion so required to keep their marriage going. Love colours her life, and she transforms from a supposedly asexual woman to a passionate lover. Rani had a tough act here & she does her best to breathe life into Maya’s intricate character. Perhaps, KJ should take up the blame for the lack (whatever there was) of conviction in her character.

Many times during the film, you begin to feel as if characterizations don’t justify the plot entirely. My sympathies were with Rhea & Rishi than with the in-love pair of Dev & Maya, who “wronged” their marriages. KJ had to resort to Rhea & Rishi mouthing real harsh words (which did seem out-of-character for them) in one of the some spat scenes to have the audience believe Dev & Maya had no option but to fall for each other. This forced justification is what didn’t go down well with me.

KJ had a bold film at hand. He could have gone the “Silsila” way & have the couples bury their differences in the end. Yet he brilliantly chose to go the modern & perhaps more realistic way; but he tried to show Dev & Maya as the victims of marriage than blame the circumstances or even themselves for having made mistakes & not being tolerant enough to carry these forward.

The genius of KJ is that even in such a setting he makes you sympathize with couples committing adultery. Maybe I was expecting him to paint Rhea & Rishi as villains, but this is where he breaks the cliché. Trying to potray every character as human, trapped in their own insecurities & emotions, KJ sums it up in one line by Maya – “Galti ki to maafi maangi ja sakti hai, khudgarzi ki kya sazaa milni chahiye?” (One can forgive a mistake, but how does one punish human selfishness?). Truly an awesome moment!

Another fascinating facet of the movie is the chemistry between Amitabh & Kiron Kher. The elderly duo, so diverse in their outlook to life, gets drawn to one another as friends. Both witness their families breaking apart, yet as a father-in-law he forgives his bahu & wants his son to start a fresh life with someone who really loves him. Kiron Kher as a mother, however, is not willing to pardon her son’s mistake & decides to stay with her daughter-in-law & grandson. This again is Johar’s attempt to show his characters naturally; while the spouses of both Dev & Maya forgive their ex-partners for breaking the marriages, Kiron Kher as a conservative mother cannot make herself do this. Amitabh as a womanizer is again par excellence & gives the movie it much-needed comic relief.

The dialogues are mint fresh, simple yet evoking the right emotions. The music doesn’t live up to KJ’s previous hits. And no, it doesn’t grow on you; the songs are good while they last but sadly don’t stay on for longer. The cinematography needless to say paints Manhattan in all the right shades. The color theme song is perhaps the most well shot of the lot & sounds the best too – it is vintage KJ.

Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna is thought-provoking. It does not offer anything outstanding, yet it is fine film making where subtle things just spring up (that is) if you care to observe them. It depends on your sensibilities if you chose to marvel at the intricacies in the frame or chose to call it sheer inanity. It throws many a question at you, regarding what makes a successful marriage, what can keep it going, is love worth breaking marriages? Sadly, the true answers could only have been revealed if the story went beyond its ending. Perhaps, my thoughts on the movie’s subject are matter for another post…

KANK – The Music For Me

I had huge expectations from Karan Johar – and his track record of KKHH, K3G & KHNH (though KJ wasn’t the director, he was quite involved in the film) had me eagerly anticipating the music of Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna. The immensely talented trio of Shankar Ehsaan Loy try hard to recreate the magic of Kal Ho Naa Ho, with the hangover going beyond just the range of songs.

The title track here finds resonance in KHNH title track, however the lyrics do not live upto the optimism in the words – “Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna”. For a title track, the antaras have more pathos than there should have been; the magical piano strokes throughout the song fail to find an echo in its words. “Aansu Hain, Ke Hain Angaarey, Aag Hai Ab Ankhon Se Behna.” Surely, I would have appreciated the song to be one of hope than melancholy.

Shafqat Amanat Ali in “Mitwa” makes the song instantly likeable; his vocals are powerful & it will repeat the success like other songs of this genre (read Pakistani touch). However, had the western bit of this song been avoided, it would have been a purist’s delight. The music directors have experimented a bit too much with their sounds, which may not appeal to everyone. They could have left it to “Mitwa Revisited”, which is the remix version, and to be honest I haven’t felt the need to listen to this remix in its entireity.

“Where’s The Party Tonight” is catchy but again I feel the sounds become very electronic after a while. Agreed it is a disco song, but it doesn’t weave the same magic as the very retro “It’s The Time To Disco” from KHNH. Maybe I’m comparing too far & too early, considering the fact that I got hooked to KHNH disco track only after I saw the movie. One can’t miss the zing with which the phrase “Sapno Ke Din Hain, Sapno Ki Rateein” sounds through the track & will surely make you want to groove.

“Tumhi Dekho Naa” moulds the title track tune into a happier version (thankfully!) this time. The lyrics are mushy & singing mellifluous. This is perhaps the only true romantic number of the album.

“Rock n Roll Soniye” is the run-of-the-mill Punjabi number on the lines of “Pretty Woman” & “Shava Shava”. This song is good while it lasts though again I wish the music directors had not relied heavily on mish-mash of western & punjabi sounds. Much like the others, this song will gain popularity after its video airs (for the uninitiated, it features Kajol).

“Farewell Trance” would be a treat for fans of this genre but again it doesn’t really have my attention due to its techno feel. Maybe that was the intention KJ had the with musical theme of KANK.

All in all, the album didn’t hook me enough on its first hearing. However, I guess with the visuals & movie unfolding over a period of time, the songs have the potential to grow. I, no doubt, look forward to seeing how he weaves these songs in the movie.

P.S. Initially, I didn’t think the music was a winner like KHNH but as I write this I do see the tunes filling up my mind. The music is already “growing” on me – I am beginning to rethink this review but I’ll let it stay.

Win-Win-Win-Win!

Picture this…

It’s a hot summer evening & you are travelling by bus – long distance travel, when you wished you had carried something to eat & drink for the long hours ahead. To your relief, the bus halts & you see the door open with a guy, carrying 3-4 bottles of “packaged drinking water” to sell, trying to get in. However, he & others of his brigade are forbidden to enter the bus by the conductor, who thinks this will delay departure of the bus (or maybe is it just his whim?). The guy fumes & leaves the bottles still in tow.

You see another hawker from the window but the bus’ window pane would not budge to open & before you can shout, he has left to sell his wares to the next bus. You curse the heat & as the bus drives on, you try and take a short nap. Just then an altercation between the bus conductor & a fellow passenger stirs you out of slumber. You realize the conductor does not have sufficient change (chillar) to hand back to the passenger buying the ticket & both are holding the other at fault for not carrying change. Just another day, you think & sigh…

Now, picture this same setting but the proceedings quite different this time…

The guy selling water bottles climbs the bus & palavers the conductor into something which culminates in this guy jingling out 1-2 Rupee coins totalling to 50 Rupees to the conductor who promptly hands over a Rs. 50 note back to him while allowing him passage into the bus to sell his wares. What a wonderful jugaad, I mused as I bought the water bottle from this guy. And yes, needless to say the conductor was only happy the dole out the change, from his now heavy-with-coins bag, to passengers.

Idealists would term it as a sort of bribery, however I would tend to see it as an interesting arrangement where all these 4 parties stood to gain… A classic case of ingenuity at work as a result of which multiple parties benefitted.

No Sick Directed Havoc!

When the controversy over the release of cinematic version of “The Da Vinci Code” was its helm, I was scared. I was keeping my fingers crossed that I get to watch the movie on the big screen because ever since I had read the book (which was over 2 years ago) I, much like millions of others, was terribly curious to watch the action unfold in front of my eyes. Much to my comfort, it was all set to be screened in India (even if some states banned it).

But as soon as the film got released, it got a severe beating from the critics. It was disturbing as I was expecting a magnificient film from Ron Howard, Tom Hanks & Co. Before I got to watching it, I had read enough postive & negative reviews to know that world had been divided into the two halves – one which was in love with the movie & the other sect which loathed it. I decided to watch the movie with an open mind – unperturbed by all the unkind words that had been said about the chemistry of actors, length of the movie, pace et al.

I dunno if it happens with others, but I am a very visual reader; I mentally picture the words I read, to the effect of visualizing the setting, the characters, the action. Specially while reading TDVC, it is only natural that with the kind of detail Dan Brown had put in his book anyone would have created The Louvre, the car escape, Teabing’s chateau, Isaac Newton’s tomb, the cryptx & countless others in their heads as they voraciously turned through the pages.

The best thing about reading a book, as enthralling as TDVC, is that it lets you wield the director’s wand yourself & your perspective etches the words into characters & settings the way you want them. Essentially, a book stimulates the senses to think & imagine, words are only suggestions (like raw vegetables & spices), a lot is left to the mind to interpret & visualise (cook, as an analogy). On the contrary, a movie is like a laid out meal; you can’t do much other than chew what is in offered to you & savour (or disdain, depending on your taste) it.

So coming back to my cinematic experience of TDVC…

As the reels rolled by, I could not help but juxtapose my imagination with Ron Howard’s vision. I enjoyed the movie, not in the same sense as the book; it was as close as it could get to the book but obviously a different experience.

As for the performances, I found them quite adequate; every role was well-defined & (more or less) loyal to the book’s characterisations. I’ve seen very few Hollywood movies, to comment if Tom Hanks lacked the panache from his previous movies & I believe this movie wasn’t really an actor’s movie. Much like the book, the film relies on the pace of events to deliver. The script was minimally tweaked though the essence of the book had been moderated to appease hardliners across the world.

If you have read the book, you are bound to make comparisions & movie will never match up there.

And if you haven’t, most of the events will not fit into context, the problem here being (as I mentioned on a comment on Vin’s blog, which was also this post’s inspiration) that Dan Brown’s work is far too dense to be cinematised in two & a half hours. There were a number of crucial moments in the book which have been depicted as few seconds of flashback. Only people have read the book can understand the plot & sub-plots & appreciate their context in the film.

The movie boasts of amazing cinematography – be it the grim crime spot at Denon Wing of the Louvre or the sylvan environs of Rosslyn Chappel. The closing sequence of the movie when Langdon stands over La Pyramide Inversée outside the Louvre & bows down with the camera moving from the stars above to the inverted pyramid to the tiny pyramid to the “supposedly” Holy Grail (Mary Magdalene’s tomb) was breathtaking!

Maybe, people outside India who are used to watching Hollywood flicks of two hours found it long, but an Indian movie buff like me did not find the movie lengthy or slack in its pace. Ditto for the dialogues which has been another cause for critics’ displeasure, I found them in synch with the flavour of the movie.

I’ve advised all my friends to only watch the movie after they have read the book. I feel the best way to enjoy the movie is by living the book along with the movie – to not compare & supplement the book with what they feel is lacking in the movie.

The best way to judge if you liked a movie is when you don’t realize how long you sat in the movie hall seat, and I’m not talking dozing off but actually, being so involved in the movie that you forget the world for that while. The Da Vinci Code film was just that experience for me.

P.S. For those of you who are wondering what the title above is all about, well go ahead & rearrange the words, it is an anagram!!!

The Da Vinci Code Rocks!

Love – Compromise?

Disclaimer: I'm back to babbling my notions about love. Let me state outright that my feelings are not first-hand, it is observing what I see around. And again, it is more questions than answers.

I have a friend who is so in love, or so his phone inbox tells me; it is filled with countless mushy smses – sent & received. And yet when I probe his feelings, it does not ring true to me.

Yesterday, when I met them together for the first time, I just didn't see the chemistry between them. Infact, the "loved" one later asked me what the likes & dislikes of my friend were. I did not fathom the amplitude of this question, but later when I thought about it, I found it weird that two people could be in love without knowing each other to that level.
Maybe, this is just a case of faking love, but I have seen umpteen people in "love" when you can clearly tell that there is a lot of disconnect between them, when love ought to be a state of effortless compatibility. So is it that people fall in love due to reasons other than love?

I am tempted to believe that sometimes one just decides to get into a relation out of pressure. It could simply be peer pressure; the need to please others around & gain acceptability or it could arise out of a self-need to fight loneliness. Whatever be the case, it does seem to be compromise at the core of it all.

So are we justified to bite into a half-baked loaf just because we haven't been offered a scrumptious piece of cake? Is love akin to a primeval need like food or sex which needs to be fulfilled even if at the cost of "lowering the bar"?

Nightmare!

I usually don't dream & when I do, I don't remember it very well… But this morning, I woke up to a nightmare without the stereotypical horror or gore element in it, but enough to scare me really bad…

I was getting engaged!

I vaguely remember the setting as the usual Punjabi ring ceremony, with tonnes of relatives descending to be part of my engagement… Only I didn't know the girl I was supposed to be engaged to!!!

 Yes, I hadn't seen her before, I had not talked to her before!!! She was a complete stranger to me!!! I couldn't believe this was happening & yet I was part of all this…

As I was pushed to occupy the pedestal, I saw her for the first time… There was an instant feeling of repulsion, she wasn't the kind of girl I had pictured to be my life partner… But I was helpless, I couldn't reverse this, when things had gone this far! The incessant flashes of photographers made me more antsy & even the beaming faces of my parents wasn't reassuring enough…

Now as I exchanged glances with this girl, she smiled & whispered to me, "I like you." This was too much for me to handle… I just wished this would somehow end… As we moved for the ring-exchanging ceremony, I couldn't help but take my parents to a side to talk to them…

I don't recall much of what I blubbered at that instant, but my howls (in the dream) was enough to wake me up & bring me back to real life… I had never felt happier resting alone on the dirty pillow on the rickety-rackety thing I call my bed…

After long…

It took an old pal from Hyderabad to come to Delhi for me to have my first METRO "ride"…

Last evening, when my friend from Hyderabad, P landed in Delhi for a single day trip, I joined him & A for a rush-rush trip to Delhi… It was his first trip to the National Capital & he really wanted to see India Gate & other Dilli attractions… I guess it always takes such an enthusiastic "tourist" for us "localites" to see our own city… I've been in NOIDA for near about a year now & still I haven't had much of a chance to go around Delhi; blame it on my laziness or whatever!

So after office, we drove to Delhi in A's car with my digicam in tow (it again took the tourist's zest to get my rusting camera back to action)… I have seen the India Gate during my childhood; I have memories of us picnic-ing with our Delhi relatives here on a winter afternoon many many years ago… But last night, I got to see this historical monument illuminated – its beauty heightened by the beaming lights… We took the customary shots of India Gate posing next to it, in the background followed by a kulfi…

Now A had this desire to eat out at one of those Chandni Chowk old eathouses… We weren't well-versed with the ways but still decided to give it a shot… On our way, we found a METRO station & all three of us decided it was time for a METRO ride… It was already past 9:30 pm & we were told METRO runs only till 10 pm… We still decided to atleast go & take a look at the METRO station…

I had heard enough about the world class standards of Delhi METRO, but I was still awestruck when we descended into the Central Secretariat Metro station… Truly it was a shining picture of India's progress & I was instantly reminded of those international swanky airports… DMRC deserves kudos for such a delightful service for the common man…

We were excited & decided to get complete the METRO feel in the limited time we had by getting onboard the METRO to get down at the next station & return from there… As we held onto handgrips of the right-on-time train, I couldn't help but notice the spick-n-span carriages… I just hoped that we keep the METRO trains & stations clean & not let it become a junkyard like other Indian railway stations…

The responsibilty of maintaining METRO as a world class service is not just DMRC's, everyone using it has a duty to let it shine for generations ahead…

We couldn't make it to Chandni Chowk for dinner, so we decided to head to Comesum (NIzamuddin Station) for a late night dinner… As usual, the place was crowded & the food yummy… I really like the variety these guys have to offer…

On returning home, it felt like a weekend – an eventful one after long!

The story so far…

Hmmm… Errr… Ummm… Been there, done that & doing it again…

Even I since I abandoned my previous blog, I've been pushed to start blogging again… Not that I am a great writer or anything, but I do have some immensely kind blog pals who want to see back in "action"…

So what will this blog be about? I guess… nothing different… same old rants… same old nothings… same old everythings…  (that is, if I happen to stick to it) … As I did mention on a blog forum sometime back, all this while (which lasted around 2 years) I have had the urge to write, but somehow my short attention span never got me a concrete blog post… And when I did decided to revive my old blog, it decided to not let me in…

Now on the advice of a dear fellow blogger, here I am on wordpress (the new in-thing in blogging?) starting off silently to see how long I'm going to be at it…