PAHAR GANJ, DELHI'S RAIL ENTRANCE IS UP FOR A REVAMP

This is a pic of the Main Bazaar, Pahar Ganj. Bustling with economy tourists from world over, the place - though dingy - tries to present India in the rustic hues that tourists would love to see. In fact I really love the way some of the joints here have won patrons among many expats. Book-stalls, boutiques, and joints that are a cross between a cafe and a dhaba, team up to make for a fabulous experience. While all this might make it a desirable crib for the discerning traveller, the place is, rather dingy. The many tiny corridores and super-crowded streets give it the real 'underbelly feel' - making it pretty possible for you to bump into someone selling you pot. Now you to must be thinking all this comes nowhere close to the pic here. That's because all of this might be in for some change. With Commonwealth games coming to town the government swung into action to revamp the New Delhi Rail Station only to open into the dingy Pahar Ganj. Now with days to go for the games they want to facelift Main Bazaar as well. All I hope is for this activity to not take away from the look n feel the place has acquired organically over the years.

THE ROAD WHERE YOU DON WANNA STOP

Here's a song that I wrote recently. Will try to compose this one also, no matter how bad I am at it. Apart from being a confession of stupid situations I get myself into, it's also a comment on the superb, efficient and women-friendly law and order situation we have in our national capital. So here you go..

THE ROAD WHERE YOU DON WANNA STOP

Half sane
Half miserable
But for all my buds this day
This day ain't nothing liveable
Of all the roads back to our home
Tis the road less travelled
So I'ma put my foot down hard
Break every law applicable

I'ma put my foot down hard
Break every law applicable

Chorus:
Cos This is a place where you don go lone,
And this is the road where you don wanna stop
Lest you like a prick with a gun in his hand
Put the gun t'your head and ask you wachugot!

See me through please..
Don't die on me now
It's a bad country for chicks
You had better duck down
Duck down n stay like that
Although its hot,sweaty n how
Got meself into shit like this
Feels good its been so long

Got meself into shit like this
Feels good its been so long

Chorus

Who the Shanks! pulled down the windows?
All of you uninvited quetoes!
D'you really think i'ma scratch her toes?
Go away n leave us alone!

[This song is dedicated to our saviours, Saurav n Sweety]

SANIAMANIA! WHO'S REALLY BOTHERED? FROM SHASHI THAROOR TO SAYALI BHAGAT. EVARONE.

Omigo!! Sania's gonna be 'Pakistan ki bahu'! Now which country will she play for? How can she marry into a terrorist country? What about 26/11. And who's really bothered about all of this? I'm the first one, because it spurred me to write something after a long long time. And Shashi Tharoor.. in an attempt to be sarcastic, asked where are the Indian guys? And if it was a diplomatic/romantic failure? Agreed he was trying to be funny. Celebs and politicians feel the need to make comment on the issue because both of them require attention desperately. Their profession needs them to keep yapping about it. I for one, don't feel the need to take a stand. Because it's a strictly personal matter. They say people without opinions are jerks, but there are exceptions. When media is sad enough to bring such stuff into public domain and the society is 'sadder' to crave for such news, you'll find plenty of issues in public domain where having an opinion is not just unnecessary but foolish.

First up, even if she was to play for Pak, anyone who actually follows tennis knows that she's past her prime, done well, peaked, won her grand slams and now is gonna settle down. It's tennis for God's sake, no one but Martina Navratilova can carry on till 40. If the marvellous story about Shoaibs first(and blind) love wasn't funny enough, it just keeps getting better. Everytime some bright soul out there tries to show that models and actors aren't such a brainless species after all, you can find someone who does more than enough to prove the contrary. This time round it is Sayali Bhagat. Says she turned down a film with Shoaib Malik because of 26/11. And miss Bhagat that's as wtf as it gets. Worst of all is the Branjelina style branding for the couple some brainy fellow came up with.. SHONIA!!

SHONIO.... O SHONIOooo... Tu bas dede mera saath.

IDIOT ME!

Yeah I've seen this superbly made satire and absolutely loved it. Sure it gives the message that's been given loud n clear previously, but it really made me ponder about myself and in the end I found a lil bit of every character in me. Yup, I write this post to confess that I now clearly see all the idiots in me, and more! The message was clear in the book, and beautifully portrayed in the movie, 'Follow Your Heart'. But it posed a real uncomfortable question to me. All the frustration in life could very simply be traced back to an effort aimed at confirming to 'inspirations', if I may call them so, from outside and not from within. Yes this is where the itch starts. Many would blame parents for creating pressure, I feel this attitude is akin to blaming politicians for all the flaws of our society, rather than first looking at ourselves. If RDB taught us that we are to be blamed for our society to be screwed up, 3 Idiots was even simpler. It extends the same philosophy to our own lives. So I'm the one to be blamed for my life, if for nothing else, at least for those occasions in my life when I didn't well, 'follow my heart'. From hear popped up the real disturbing question. I say, But've always followed my heart. So where's the gap? The discomforting answer to this one, was something many won't accept. Well, I'm not sure what my heart wants, So how the F do I follow my heart??






Yes, as much as I would hate to appear to be a clueless balding young guy, it's a high to wake up to this reality. And I owe it to this movie to have made me realise this. But all is not bad. In fact the best thing I take away from this phenomenal flick and this equally phenomenal realisation is that, if I sill don't know what I want from my life or what my heart wants, then I haven't really made the most horrendous mistakes of my life yet! And I haven't committed myself to something that I simply, don't like or am not good at. So if you are as clueless about what your heart wants, that means one good thing, 'arre chachoo ALL IS WELL!!'