BEFUDDLED

i have recently been to hell and back….the unholy journey lasted 3 hours and had a zillion song and dance sequences.add himesh, malika, some absent talent and an ex rodie and you have the quintessential hell hole that i personally like to nominate for worst movie of the millenium.aap ka suroor ahould be banned from theatre and all copies of the film should be burnt and the ashes thrown into a outerspace, along with the acme of all things pathetic H.R.

i have no idea what demonic power possessed me to pay for such a foul experience but i did. maybe i had a notion that me and my comrades in squalor would belittle the depraved and hooded monster in his attempts to writ , produce and sing in his cinematic endeavour. but alas! it was we who were humbled. it was we who were ragged. it was i who contemplated gouging my eyes out wit the very fingers i used to pay for the ticket.

the story sucked.the music was in scientific terms known as rhino-crapload.the love story is non existant. it looked like something only a loser as big as himesh or H R could take priveledge in. he calls himself ‘indias rockstar’ and claims that he never smiles because sometime long ago someone very special hurt him.we dude after watching that piece of shit movie i dont think i ll ever smile again. on film everyone s totally inlove with him and he s supposedly making our country proud.in reality i ve never known an artist i ve hated more.film opens on him being chased by the german polizei for the apparent murder of a 20somethin reporter, well i think they should arrest him anyway for attempted mass murder all the unsuspecting indian audiences.i mean a bullet to the brain would be less painful.i regret those 3 hours of my life…wasting them.atleast now i know what not to do in film making.

as for himesh…with the clevage bearing shirts,the sappy sad dialog, his lack of visible talent for anything and his  self obsssseness i can only say enjoy it while it lasts. somehow when noone was paying attention you sliped through the cracks.your a glitch in the system. your a disgrace to real indian singers and artists.little girls dont cry for you.sluts dont bathe listening to your music.boys were never meant to show clevage and singing thorough your nose is the least of your annoyances to the world. 

to those reading this. people this is how chernoble happened. a simple mistake.  

swarowski shades, gucci belt

watching the news

as the glaciers melt. 

tred mill at home, jog in the park

reading the news 

as bush boms iraq.

diet of cheese, no salt, no oil, no wheat

going for yoga in a merc

while children starve in the streets.

a mansion in malibou,cottage in tuscany

a tan in hawai

as families sleep in dark alleys.

researching cloning and test tube babies

thesis on modernisation

but people still die of cancer,AIDS and scabies.

connecting people, just do it,simply the best

praying for a new pair of shoes  

as grandpa is put to rest.

obssessed with perfect, always being aware

losing sight of whats real

and forgetting to care. 

when i was a littl echild my parents always told me to study hard, to be good and to believe in god.my teachers told me to dream big and respect my elders. my grandma told me not to eat sweets and pray for the poor.when i was a teenager tv told me to wear benneton and drink pepsi.oprah said read, jacko said dance and jay said laugh.zoom said flirt. vh1 said pimp it up and ekta said cry.my girl friends told me to try gloss, my boy friends told me to try mini’s and my college friends told me to try hookah.

did i really decide anything for myself?did i do any of the thigs i wanted to?who have i become?why do i say”dude” and wear ‘chappals’ and why do i chat so much?

where did that little girl go … .. she used to play ‘teacher-teacher’ on the cupboard, pack her school bag the previous night and treasure those ‘tic-toc’ shoes.she adored herself.she would nt roam the streets in half torn jeans and her hair in her eyes.she would nt be late and she would nt curse.she was nt without adventure and unmindful to trends but she was her own person and you could nt change that.

what does it take now a daysto influence someones state of mind? an upbeat tune? a catchy phrase? a garisly bright billboard? a famous sponsor maybe?a small attention grabing gimmick to steal you of your induviduality , your essence.

be aware, be alive, be yourself……..you depend on it.