Salaam Mumbai!

A year has passed by since the 26/11 attacks took place and Mumbai still stands tall.
I just finished watching a piece on 'News 24' channel (didn't know this channel existed) and they were showing a video-taped Kasaab being interrogated by a police officer. And here are his confessions.

Another thing I just found out is about a song that Sonu Nigam is coming out with. They call it The Mumbai Anthem.

It releases on the fateful day of 26/11, ie, today.
I heard parts of it on the news channel and it's absolutely amazing. Do check it out whenever you can.
For all the mumbaikars, the anthem is going to launch exclusively on Big 92.7 FM today. Be sure to catch it.

PS: Till today, I didn't know what to write here and I didn't know why I was suffering from the Writer's Block. I guess I didn't have any strong emotions all this while that could make me write.
But watching Kasaab confess on tv brought about such myriad of emotions that I was unable to contain myself and just had to share what I saw with everyone!

Whatever happened was highly disgraceful and this is one of the things I wish could be undone (where are time machines when you really really need them :( )
But I must salute each and every person who was involved, in whatever little way possible, in rescuing and building back the Mumbai of his/her dreams.

May the souls of all martyrs rest in peace.

Amen.

:(

"They say you cry when you are full of joy.
But today I cry in pain."
                                                             - RT

It has been a really frustrating day. I didn't know Fridays could screw you like it did today.
I thought Fridays were everyone's friend! But its been a fiend to me.

I feel lost .. feel a loss .. a loss far greater than it seems to others.
Despite the fabulous appraisal today, I feel I have failed somewhere. This was not supposed to happen.
I was supposed to live a very fulfilling and fruitful life. 

Yes, I know I am not dead yet. But someday I will be. And on that day, just moments before I head to the other world, I don't want to regret this loss.

"Someone snatched my drug away,
And now its price I have to pay."
                                                 - RT

Being serious.

Yesterday was the Independence Day. How is one supposed to feel? Liberated? Free-spirited? Unconstrained? Footloose?

I feel wasted .. useless and wasted .. and no, I am NOT drunk :|

I have no sense of purpose and have still not found my calling.

Exactly 2 weeks from now I will be 2 days into the training on my new job. There is seemingly a lot to do. But I just don't feel like doing it.

Today, most of my time is devoted to the net, movies and music. And to say that I am done being idle and with nothing serious to do would be an understatement. Just how many movies can a person watch for sixty eight consecutive days??

My energy reserves are not being utilized in ways I would appreciate.

I have always been a restless person. I always need something or the other to keep me occupied. And satisfaction is what I have related to the phrase being serious. As long as I am serious about whatever I do, I have felt content. But ever since the last of engineering exams was over I stopped caring about anything. I have had the same pathetic routine to be followed religiously every single day of my pre-work break. I do nothing I can call worthwhile.

So, basically, my vacation is really getting to me! I have lost all seriousness in whatever I do. :| and its NOT a nice feeling. Even though I have been subjected to so many changes lately, it seems like nothing would motivate me. I just wouldn't charge into action any longer and give it all I have. Or maybe dealing with my changed status quo is the cause for all this!

Whatever it is, I do not like it. Maybe I do need that round of drinks I am always being offered. And I would like to be serious again. Seriously! :|

Here comes the hot-stepper!

Time and again I have been proved wrong in thinking one thing .. that I might actually be able to dance! :|

If you scan my playlists on media player you will find one dedicated to dance music (mainly club, techno, a lil bit of reggae, hip-hop and salsa mixes) .. brimming with (I cannot guarantee the latest but) some really groovy tunes you can shake your booty to. Many have been surprised/shocked by this revelation. Getting jiggy may be encoded in my gray cells but somehow my body fails to decipher and execute it. :|

In the initial stages of growing up I used to be forced to dance with everyone at the weddings and birthday parties. The main, nay, the ONLY force behind all this was me mums (who loves to dance and is the life of every party). Well, this is one case where daughter unlike mother. (Oye! That was only for the dancing part, you jerk! I still am the life of the parteh in my own unique way :P)

Anyway, that era passed and I entered the teeny bopper stage, where I would be nagged again, by my contemporaries this time. But it proved to be more difficult. No amount of persuasion was going to make me put even my little foot finger on the dance floor. Not even the convincing look in the eyes of the cutest guy around .. not even when he tried to pull me up from where I was seated towards himself. (okay .. it was something like that :P) And I guess if that could not make me dance, nothing else ever would. But I suspect that happened only because it was much later that I realized the guy was totally hot. And yes, I regret that moment till this day :( If I meet him any day now, I definitely want a dance with him!

Anyway, moving ahead, it was a dormant period and nobody tried any stunts with me until the end-of-teens. By this time I had started to become a little open to the idea of shaking one’s body alongside total strangers united together for their common passion for dance (or whatever). And hence had quite a few groovy sessions. My favorite would be a particular rain dance and a phase of craziness at 2 am on a certain night (which i shall delve into later) ;) 

I don’t really like to move to the sounds of bolly and most Punjabi remixes. But it so happens that whenever I gather courage to show my in-ability, the DJ will promptly start belting out one of the many Punjabi remixes :| and now that I’m on the floor I can’t just move away and hence have to utilize my non-existent skills to gyrate to something I detest.

I’d really like to learn salsa .. that’s one of the things on my to-do-before-I-die list. I’ve been made an offer for the same by two different individuals on two different occasions. And this time, I am seriously going to consider them!

You’ve heard of bathroom singers. But I am a bathroom (actually, just my room) dancer. The status has actually risen from the mute spectator to “room” dancer to the courageous one trying to move on the dance floor. But hey, atleast now I am trying!

I think two/two-and-a-half drinks ought to prepare me to unleash the R-factor in DANCE (that’s right .. no R in dance hence I don’t think I can ever unleash that non-existent power of mine :|)

And, wherever he might be, I’d like that afore-mentioned guy to know

You broke my heart,
'Cause I couldn't dance.
You didn't even want me around,
And now I'm back, to let you know,
I can really shake 'em down.

I can mash-potato,
And I can do the twist.
Now tell me baby,
Do you like it like this? ;)

[Watch the whole thing here.]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I think it is time I brought the R-factor into dance. Period.