GOAAAAAAAAAFEST

I think I should write …while I am still excited about it


Been to goa these last few days. Beer by the sea, forged papers, trance music, bumping into someone I’ve not met in months….it’s the stuff movies can be made of (a very cheap movie at that…heheh)


Bates David Enterprise…that’s where I’m currently working. And in their infinite mercy they decide to send 25 of its under 30 slaves to goa.

As luck would have it …I got upgraded to that list cause a few of the higher slaves went off the list.


And so with open arms this agency scum got a flight ticket ( in the name of another person) to himself. Forging papers to fly …was no easy task ….but it all went off without a hitch.

It was my first flight …….and my first time to Goa. And what a time it was.

Booze by the sea, booze at the hotel…..booze on our way there and back. And all that was there was the sand between my toes. The trance music in my ears. The photographs I have in my digicam.

Day one was a REAL adventure.
We were put up into a hotel (Varca Palms) that was a stone throw away from the actual goafest venue. But it was like a light year (and 800 bucks) away from our other colleagues who were put up at a hotel called ALA GOA.
SO WE DID WHAT WE HAD TO

Pull some strings with the organisers by faking an excuse
“ we have to reach the conclave …errr…..but before that we have to pick up a bag from ALA GOA”

sure enough the trick didn’t work….coz the guy we contacted was super cool

he just asked us “ WHAT IS THIS REALLY ABOUT???”

after which we spilled the beans ….only to find ourselves chauffer-driven to ALA GOA….and duly accommodated there……hats off to the organisers who understood our “friendly” plight.

By this time it was already evening and we were starving …..just the thought of not having anything since we left Bombay …and the goan food to come made us hallucinate…..till we reached the food at one of the shacks at beach ….err…what was the name of that beach again??……haa….BetalBatim…( or BetalBati as it is pronounced)

Then came the chilling at the beach till morning….the beers….the sea….the quietness.
The only quietness we’d have in goa….the rest was as noisy as it could get.

Day two…the fest begins
With all that I thought GOAFEST would be …it was better than that …and more.
Booze by the sea ..(again)…..and trance music …ooollllaaalllaaa. People were getting smashed with alcohol…left right and mid centre :-)
The only thing I expected and I didn’t get at the venue….was goan food (well that was to change on day three…you’ll see)

Day three
We basically were so hammered and stoned that we slept all thru the morning. We weren’t in no mood to get rosted in the sun …unless we get to taste the local cuisine.
So we made our way to MARTIN’S

Prawn curry rice
Mussels
Prawn papad
Chicken vindaloo
Pork goan sausages

(man …my mouth is watering just thinking of it again….hummmm…MUSSELS….deep fried…hmmmm)

We were back to the venue at the beach…and the music was better than it was on the earlier day.

We also sat for the function (as a real side affair..hehehe)

And then it was back to the beach ….where DJ NASHA belted trance hits all through the night till 3.00 am …..and we danced like there was no tomorrow.

Many were sloshed …..only a few didn’t drink much …J ..(the crazy few)

And before we knew it ….it was time to catch our flights back to mumbai

Farewell to goa
Farewell to the narrow roads
Farewell to the goan brothers ( better called patrao’s )
Farewell to the food ( ohhhhh maaannnn…how I’m going to miss it )
Farewell to the trance by the sand
Farewell to the open sky peering back at you

Till we meet again ……farewell

wasssaaaaapppp

Lack of inclination to write has bitten me lately.

Much to the dismay of a few, I shall write, as I like. In the past, may have pulled my leg on the way I write …and frankly it doesn’t dither me.

I think this place is somewhere where I can write whatever I want …let it mean whetever it wants to.

Coz I don’t have any client servicing person telling me that “this” word isn’t right …..it doesn’t mean whaht it was to…..or that it wont be understood.

If you don’t understand what I mean ….err…well maybe you should reading right here


For those few who are still around …there’s not more to look forward for in this post.

Keep it simple.

Yes…that’s a dictum, at least these days. Just keep it plain simple.


(ok I took a writing break ….so that’s explains the unconnected shit)
cheers …..J

To cut a long story short...

I was denied a finger bowl at café churchill (colaba)...

Take me

Take me to another place,
somewhere where I’d want to go.
A place that doesn’t have pseudo maniacs.
A place that free of foes.

Take me to another place,
I want to get away from this land
A land where people don’t know what the say.
A land where they don’t say what they mean.

Take me to another place,
I lived so long for it .
For the warm rain that would feel so divine
For the numb feeling in my feet.

Take me to another place,
I really don’t know why I want to go

Take me to another place,
take me now ….lets go.


( ok ....dont judge be by this ...i really dont know what i was TRYING to write........maybe some airy fairy stuff ..hehehe)

2.43

It’s like 2.43 ( on my home computer)….and I don’t know why am I awake….

??

Been playing this game on zapak.com “caravan toss”…….seems pretty interesting (my best score was 354.19 mts

(well …..you gotta play the game to know how addictive it is )

Ne way …the reason I came to ramble was that I remembred what piyush said to me today

“you should write stuff when you maarofy nights …..some crazy stuff is always the end result”…………….welll I didn’t need quote him …coz I don’t really remember his exacts words ( but heck who cares ….thats what I choose to retain in my memory….and in this blog post)

Planning to buy myself an MP3 player.

I’m not the ipod freak …so I’m game for any MP3 player…so long as it has FM and MP3….i don’t care what the fuck it looks like

Looks don’t matter ……..(ok …now that’s a really big statement there ..worthy of another post )

Who am I kidding ……I never kept this blog organized …and never will.

I once got criticized for using too many dots (…..) ………and brackets ( )

But somehow I think that’s the way I prefer to write …..if only I could write copy for ads like I do here …..

If only the world were square …so that I could live on the edge

If only chickens managed to cross the road ….without people making a million jokes about the act of crossing the road

If only I could tell her how much she means to me ….with that hint of doubt she thinks I have…

If only I could stay awake night and day …….more time to make hay

If only I could sell my radio and film scripts ….I’D GET RICHHHH

*just remembered about this cartoon character who I don’t remember seeing too much of …RITCHIE RICH……….:-) ……so cool if I was him …naa?

A lot’s been happening …and a lot will happen

Got my first TVC out. It wasn’t my idea. The words I had written got changed like a million times till what was left wasn’t mine at all. The voice over was done like a million times, till the VO artist wanted to take her life (and ours)….but at least five days of work put together to come out with ONE FREAKING 10 SECOND AD!!!


“So lets live with it” they say.“ the client will not approve of it any which way”


So does that mean we stop trying?
Stop fighting our way to what we think is right?
Stop believing that things can be done better?

We all have a closed mind to change…..and that my friend is the truth.

Whether I like it or not…I will admit it.


I wont like it if my place in office changed everyday.
Nor would I like changing my pillow…( my underwear ..yes….but pillow…nopes)

( ok going of on a tangent here….coz I was away …..and just came back to my computer)


less work today….me bosses are out. One’s gone to cal….the other for a shoot. So basically I’m here on my own. Waiting for feedback from a client ….nothing much to do though.

Just dismantled a torch that I got for 20 buks. The guy who sold it to me said “ battery ki koi zaroorat nah” so it works on a dynamo!!!…..i believed him at the time…though I had my doubts.

So finally after a whole month that mechanism fell apart in my bag…..coz it was so badly assembled.

And now I know for sure that it’s got no battery …………….SUPER COOL

Though it would have been a bit better if it actuall worked for a longer period of time


( heheh…I think I’ll buy myself one …and keep it at home ….makes more sense…don’t you think?)

HAPPY SONGS PLEASE

A few days ago I realised why my blog didn’t show any comments.

Coz I had done some silly setting on it….where I had to moderate it. Little did I realise that it wqasnt going to reach my mail account but be on the blogger homepage.


Any way …now that’s out of the way lets get back to what I wanted to write today…which is again nothing.

There are somesongs in this world that can lift you up on a bad day …and there are those that can make you feel even sadder.

Right now it’s the latter that’s happening.

I’m trying to cheer myself up. But I don’t seem that’s going to happen if music like this keeps playing. Why don’t people understand that I really don’t want to hear stuff that’s morose and sounds like a “I am going to kill myself” song.

HAPPY SONGS PLEASE

Give me a gun

Give me a gun
I want to shoot someone

Make sure the bullets are really rusty
It’ll be more fun this way…I know for sure

Give me a gun
His time has come

Make sure the bullets are bigger than his brain
…on second thoughts ….even the smallest bullets would be bigger than that.

Give me a gun
Its time for some fun
Give me a gun
It’s good that they’ve left no rum
Give me a gun
Give me a gun
Give me a gun

Another day

This morning I was coming by the local train to office (late of course). I managed to catch a glimpse of a guy who was chanting some mantras. What was odd was the mode in which he was counting how many times he chanted the mantra.

He was doing it with an AXE CLICKER.

So there you go. The evitable. Advertising meets god.

I don’t really want to get into this whole conversation actually. Advertising advertising advertising. That’s all that’s been talked about whenever my friends and me manage to meet.

So lets talk about something else-My aching head and this cold that doesn’t seem to leave my side.
Its been a week now (maybe more actually), but this cold still seems to persist. I know that its winter and all ….but that doesn’t mean I’ve got to have an eternal cold.

Chal cold toh theek hai …but this sick feeling of your head feeling heavy is what is irritating. More so because I wasn’t able to go to Indore for my cousins wedding. I was so looking forward to going there.

I’ve not been to many places in my life. ( heck I can name a few places I’ve been just on the fingers of one of my hands). There’s also going to be a wedding here at b’bay, but I wanted to go there. Get to know what life would be like. At least if nothing else check out the Indore chicks (* grins in excitement …but realises it just fake…THERE ARE NO CHICKS IN INDORE )

So there you have it. I’m here for some more time. At work and in b’bay.


So long indore ( someday…..someday)

Hey I’m back.

With nothing to say, as always. You must have already guessed that it was gonna be this way. And it will always be like this.

Random babbling.
Unwanted words.
Something foolish.
Something stupid.
Many things that don’t mean anything.

A mindless ramble. A waste of web space actually.
Why am I allowed to subject this space to what’s in my head (which of course is empty).
It shouldn’t be allowed. It’s degrading if you see.

Someone somewhere must have thought this would be a good idea. I think so too, but that doesn’t mean I am making any sense.

Not to you.
Not to me.

So I’ll just carry on this way.
There’s a lot I need to know. And I think I’ve said this before …

I seek, but I don’t know what I am expecting to find.

Life’s ironic.
You learn one thing one day. And then the other day it’s suddenly obsolete. Somehow you begin to question why you began to learn (what you did) in the first place.
You give you heart and soul to a few things in life, and then they somehow manage to walk all over you.
I’ve gone thru this before. And now it has happened to me again.

( ok I really don’t know what I’m saying here….coz I’m just getting mixed feelings ….and funnily I cant even point out what I’m thinking of)

I’m irritated.
With this cold I have.
With the weather.
With the lack of belonging.
With the pride of knowing how good I am …but not being able to prove it.
With people who are commissioned to make your life suck.
With cold baths.
With acting like I’m normal.
With work…or the lack of it.

‘Stop tripping” I tell myself “Its all just a phase. It’ll soon pass”.

But when and how…somebody tell me.

I was once called a “sensitive fucker”
And I think I am.
Its so easy for me to trust in some people. Though I’d like to question what going on. I trust people …then lose it…. regain it…only to lose it.

To cut a short story to half……….I’m just irritated!

Its come down to this

I’m getting dumber by the second.
I need change.

Somehow …

I’ve just realised that ive stopped rambling random stuff


So here goes (….again?)

The skin coming out of my cuticles irritates me. Ya I know its winter and its all dry and stuff. But that dosent explain why my face looks like its been plagued with dandruff (when its just dry skin)

Ne way ….don’t even begin to say “use a cold cream”…..coz I don’t like the sticky feeling.

Paunches
Guys and paunches. Girls and paunches. People with paunches.
It happens to everyone. So whet the difference.
Aha….there’s a BIG BLOODY difference.

Guys with paunches…..don’t care what they stuff their face with.
Girls with paunches….act like they need to have the perfect figure…and starve.

People and their jokes
I don’t get them …I don’t like them …THEN WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I PRETEND TO LAUGH?
Though I must admit I have (many times in the past) tried not to….but in vain.

Dirty keyboards
Are you trying to tell me that you don’t see the half eaten vadapao fall into the keyboard??……seriously.

Eat if you’ve got to …but please don’t feed the keyboard ….more so if its not yours!

Babel
Stop talking about the film everyone …I haven’t seen it yet…please stop…NOW!!!
(hmm …as I write ..there are two who talk about the film …that’s what’s irritating)

people having an opinion.
Everybody has one. One when you’re in deep shit. One when you’d like to be alone. One when you want to beat the shit out of someone.

And another one …put in for fun.

Rhymes
I sometimes …
get caught up with rhymes.
Somebody slap some sense into me.

A friend of mine
Told me in good time
But I haven’t listened to her as you see



Getting interrupted
Time and again I’ve tried to finish a post ……and finish this post I will.
But the question here is that I always……

(ok ..i didn’t end up finishing this post too ….i left it in the middle yesterday …..and now I’m just posting whatever I had written)

just had to ..........

running out of titles

I intended to write YET ANOTHER post on some sidey random topic.

And then I continued to do so….

Been a slow day here at Bates (sounds like I’m forty seven years old man).
The only closest thing to fun that happened is …..well …going for a shoot on the roads of mumbai ..( I guess )

I don’t exactly have anything to do. So thought of writing….nothing seems to be materializing on paper though.

(ok I just got distracted by some people behind talking about some shaadi.com site)

ok back to the topic….(oops …there wasn’t one to begin with)

lets freeze here……the office paintings…yes …finally a topic …yippieeee!!!

There are these millions of painting on the wall here at bates. And I’m cool with all the “arty-farty” stuff man ……but there’s this eyesore of a painting that we (the creatives) got stuck with.
It looks like shit ( really …no kidding)

When it was kept below , to be pinned on the wall, I actually thought that it was a piece of wood that had been stripped by the carpenter to be disposed off as scrap later.

Oh …oh… oh …(hmm …just remembered something…..and no I didn’t mean to make sounds like SANTA MOURNING)

The bunting on the front of the office said “ merry chritmas”

(till someone pointed out that the spelling is wrong….and they unwillingly changed it ..heheh )

Balls!!!

An odd story I’d like to tell
Can’t say it’s been inspired from heaven
Can neither say hell.

It's about this crazy ball
That bounced about …hit the wall
Tried doing a humpty dumpty
But just wasn’t too tall.

Past the bed
Onward to the hall
Just kept proving that he was… but just a ball

He came to rest
Upon a chest
The one used to keep her clothes.
He wasn’t at all pleased
When he was forced to get on his knees
And now he groans and loathes

Then came the hour
When he felt sour
Coz the other balls were out having fun.
Sony balls they called it
Jonathan Glazer directed it And he really wished he could have got some.

( )

I think It’s a nice time to write ….
Coz I’m sitting here …and don’t know what to write on this blank sheet of paper (hmm I mean word doc actually)
It’s a Saturday…and I’m in office.
A rare occasion I must say.
I thought of fighting for a radio script which got disapproved yesterday. And I though that getting it recorded would have more of an effect.

I was wrong.

Any way….life still moves on.

On a much lighter note…I did get my first radio script recorded at a studio. Awaiting client approvals for the same. Lets see how that goes.

*Fingers crossed.

It’s a great learning experience I must say.
I think I’m learning to judge my own work. I’m no where there as yet. But I’ll get there some day.

So till there ….cheers to many more scripts getting bombed ….and cheers to all those that do survive to see the light of day.

Nangu

just

Sweet surrender
Is what I feel here in her arms.
The way she holds me,
the way she brings out the charms.
In what she does
And what she has to do.
I know she wants me now,
and I know that I want her too.

She loves to sing
in the pouring rain.
She loves the way the people look at her.
She somehow knows
what it’s all about.
I don’t need to say nothing more.

C

A few ( I mean ‘many’ actually ) failed attempts have made me do this…
Write on my blog.
I don’t really want to write in this state of mind. But the irony of it all is that I end up writing whenever I’m in this kind of mood.

I think this time though…I’ll be blaming it on the medication. Well I wasn’t feeling all that good for a couple of days. Todays seems to be a better day for me. So am here in office. ……wondering!!!

What am I doing here?
Is this really how it was meant to be?
Why am I writing this?
What are the answers I’m seeking?
What’s the question again????

I’m in ‘NO’ mood right now ….

Cant call it good …cant call it bad.

My writing …( as I just realized) has always been in this phase…lately.
And soon the blog design too is going to get a bit more morose……a bit more dark.

Though I think it will look spunky ….(getting to a better mood now)
Lets see…when I get the time …I’ll tinker with it again.

For two days I was TRYING MY ASS OFF at a new blog design…..but all seems like waste to me now.
But tomorrow is a better day …

Lets see…