Are you done ranting about the Wall Project?

Once upon a time…. (Not at band camp), the BMC of Mumbai woke and decided to let its citizens paint walls to beautify the city. All ages put aside weekend plans and came forward, joined hands and painted in scorching temperatures just so that they could do their bit for their city. Thus the “Wall Project” was christened.

The response was overwhelming which led to phase two. Again, many ages, colors and kinds came forward; even new faces who felt they missed the opportunity the last time to participate came forward. Bearing the soaring temperatures, they toiled hard to ensure, their little wall in a gigantic city was pretty and a piece of themselves, regardless of what they painted.

Less than 24 hours later, social networking site Twitter was in a frenzy over the fact that pending movie releases promoters ( Aladin, Gair, Canvas, London Dreams) had stuck their posters all over a few walls even before the paint could dry.

They raised a hue and cry with users ranting in 140 characters to the actors, directors and so on from these movies . Complaining of disrespect and disregard. A few of these ranters belonged to the media and were quick to print articles and take quotes from disgruntled youth. A few even threatened to boycott the movies altogether.

We were loud enough that a few members from one of the movies apologized profusely and promised to take action. In the meantime a petition was set up to stop such acts of vandalism from happening again.

Now, here’s where I stop the story and put in my two cents. Fair enough we disliked the fact that “our” art could be posted over by some random film posters less than 24 hours of the painting. My issue is, while the film fraternity does have some say in this, how many of you know who sticks these posters up? How many of you know whether the walls in that area are authorized to stick bills or not? How many of you know that they employ young boys as cheap labor and get these children to keep up late nights so that they can make a quick buck by pasting posters?

What are you doing about that? Is it because they are not your concern you don’t do anything? Is it because the film fraternity paid them that the film house should be targeted? While I condemn the vandalization, I do not blame the movie directors, actors or producers solely. I blame the promotion companies, they know where the authorized and un-authorized areas are. I think our film fraternity needs to be stringent with their promoters.

Our business should not be to care whether a bunch of actors came and painted a symbol from their movie on a wall. Our business should not be that they were doing it as publicity. Our business should definitely not be to worry over their TRP’s. Our business should be that unauthorized sticking of posters, bills etc be condemned and stopped.

How hypocritical can we be to say they made this a publicity stunt? Didn’t we take our voices to the media too? Didn’t our friends amongst the media write out stories?

How hypocritical of us to think of maiming the wall painted by the only film crew that offered to help? Arent we just lowering ourselves to that level? Doesnt that take us back to square one?

Why should they inform our producers or directors of the posters that were put up? The issue lies in the promoters hands… All the other directors and producers were definitely accessed by media, they refused to respond, why lash out at the team that did. Shame on you! Who cares what kind of reporters they invited, the stories or their statements would be the same. There are millions of questions unanswered. And we can keep asking them, but then how much are we doing for our community?

Yes, I was present this morning, as Vishal, Shekar, Sujoy, Jacqueline and Ritesh painted that wall. It was insensitive on their part to paint a lamp, and I do not believe they did it without realizing it. But here’s where we stand right now, we created a humdrum about the vandalization, we blamed the film fraternity for “spoiling” our walls and we then ranted when the first available team responded almost instantaneously.  What next? Our issue still stands that posters, bills are being stuck in unauthorized areas.

Earlier this morning, Vishal, Sujoy and Shekhar admitted that such acts are wrong. But they did not stop there, they assured that we can take this movement forward and we will have their support. We will get the leverage we need to ensure such acts don’t “deface” our city.

Now, I’d like to see, how many of you ranters and media people actually take this forward, you have the promise of a fight, you have a petition sent out by Vishal.

WILL YOU ACTUALLY FOLLOW THROUGH? Or once your humdrum of being an angry young man/woman persona is gone so will the cause? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?

Time to take a break…

I usually don’t do forwards or crap like that, but this morning when i received this particular poem, i just had to share it.

So often we get so caught up in our lives, we forget to smell the daisies, or be thankful for the little things that we have. We tend to concentrate more on the material things and our desire to acquire worldly material objects that will not enrich us in the long run.

This was written by a young girl who was diagnosed with cancer. I don’t know if she survived it or not, but her poem was something i needed to share.

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,

We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,’Hi’

You’d better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

Piece of shit.

It’s not like i would have attended it. I wouldn’t even have wanted to be invited or asked to come for moral support. But a short line, or post it would have been nice, just so i knew.

Social networking sites seems to make our online existence a boon. The bane though is when you discover an ex is getting married. How? Through FB. How did i find out about the engagement? Through FB. Again.

So what, if the relationship we had was nothing major? So what if we havent met in awhile (1 year to be exact). I have known him for the longest time ever. We shared a fun friendship! And we talked about all sorts of things. If he had the comfort to tell me he had syphilis, i doubt marriage would be a deadlier disease!

I remember how i broke down when we had a major fight. And how he said (through email) that i was the skankiest girl he knew. He wasnt getting any ass out of me. I remember when he told me how we needed to stop being friends as he had a new girlfriend.

I even was supportive enough to meet the bitch. I had to pretend to like her. For those of you who know me, know how hard it is for me to pretend and what a terrible actor i am. So next best thing? Get drunk! It was easier after that!

I remember going to the bar getting myself a drink, turning around to find the leaning against the pool table playing tonsil-hockey. Dashing to the loo so i could puke my guts out. When i returned i was all smiles *anothercosmopolitanplease* and back to being my regular drunk fun-self  *anotherdoublescotchontherocksplease* and endless witty phrases. *Iwantmorescotchontherockswithouttherocksplease* The evening ended with a slurry version of ” i hope to see you again, ho.” or something to that effect.

I don’t think of him much now. I have happiness in life and i know how silly i was to feel that way, considering it really never was love.

But you know what sux?

THAT FUCKIN’ FACEBOOK HAS TO TELL ME YOU’RE MARRIED!!!

She is New

She rose from ashes and succumbed to it. She had heard of his magic and wanted to touch. She feared she’d burn herself again, her heart would not let go. She wanted to see him, feel him, and touch him. She felt anew.

The time had come, she went to receive him. He was lost in a crowd of millions. She wanted to see him first. Her heart leapt. The butterflies ate her insides. She searched for him. He for her. And then she saw him, it was new.

They embraced, their hearts entwined. It seemed like forever. She was new. He let go, looked into her eyes. She moved forward, kissed him. The world stopped. She was new. She is new.

He could not understand it. She was in awe. He was beautiful. She wanted him. He, her. The clasped hands and walked in silence, allowing their emotions to die down. They wouldn’t. This was the first time they met. This was new.

They drove home. Her home. To be his. They hugged when inside. It was magical. She was a virgin, she was glad she waited. He lay her down, brushed her hair away… caressed her body. She arched her body to touch his… feeling his touch. They made love. She was new.

She took him out that morning, to explore. She wanted to explore him. She was in love. He held her ever so carefully, like glass. She yearned for him. Their bodies for each other. They watched movies, lying in each others arms. They walked along the rocks, through the bustling city, through snide remarks and comments. They heard nothing. She was new. This was new.

He left the next morning, he wanted her. She wanted him. She never felt this way about anyone. This was her forever. Her heart wandered. It followed his.

She remembered. She is new.

Because i have the best friends in the world…

I hate working on Saturdays, I need an outlet. I need someway to forget it was a Saturday and get through the 10-6 work timing. Inevitably, my best/closest friend decided to call up. Simple pleasures, really.

We got talking; it’s been about 3 weeks since we last spoke about anything. And it felt like years, but he’s a darling. We gossip. Oh, we gossip. Like I said a few days ago, if gossip was beer in our conversations, we would be wasted all the time. So we were talking about fashion, boys and the girl who’s giving him hell. Vaguely. He didn’t even remember her name and when I did remind him, he replied, “That’s a whore’s name.”

He was in a store buying mousse; the yucky ucky over fermented malt concoction. I know he hates it. He told me he was buying it for Satan. The girl he’s seeing, that he likes but hates that she wants anal ALL THE TIME. But seriously. Is there any “other” kind of butt sex apart from SURPRISE butt sex? His response to a woman’s orgasm? “I hate it when the woman cries out “OH MOTHER of GOD YEAH IN MY VAGINAAAAAAAA!!” He also went on to say he hates his idea’s being robbed. Penis in Vagina sex was his idea. He also stands firm when he says that naked women should do anything a man wearing clothes says.

I told him about my recent fascination with ice dancing. He made fun of me and called me queer. I said I was going to buy him skates and send it to him, so he can try it sometime. He asked me to save some money and buy a unicorn or “whatever you girls spend your money on.” Idiot.

I reminded him my birthday’s drawing close and that I wanted something pretty. He was very polite when he told me that he’ll get HIMSELF something PRETTY and let me play with it. Idiot. Again. I pondered over what his girlfriend saw in him. He thinks it was his big penis. “But she hadn’t see your penis when she first met you.” He assured me it was his huge penis, they were at a bar and he took it out to play pool. It’s apparently a sure shot party trick to getting laid.

He wants to buy a pet. He’s confused between dogs and rabbits. He says he’d buy a bunch of rabbits if they weren’t stupid. He finds them annoying because they chew extension cords. “So do you!” I pointed out. For him apparently, it’s a religious obligation. I was taken aback, “What’s you religion?” He wasn’t allowed to tell others. He told me he knew I was an outsider, because I don’t chew extension wires.

I was online and he asked if I would order something for him from eBay. I said no. He then told me he’s going to invent a scrumptious sandwich and name it after me. He would call it “bitchburger.” He then proceeded to tell me how he chooses gifts for friends at Christmas. He always gets them gifts he would like to receive. He’s buying me a gun.

I told him about the new house, and how I desperately need a washing machine with two baskets so I can do the laundry all at once. He disagrees saying that ill only be able to wash tiny pieces of cloth. He obviously doesn’t understand the math. My head hurts; I tell him it’s buzzing. He thinks it’s probably from the bomb he planted in my brain, if I ever stop being best friends with him,

He digresses. He likes crazy girls in bed. I reminded him, that they can bite of wieners too. He feels sick. He thinks America’s next top model is high drama at a brothel. He also asked me if I take sex as a pay back for the money he owes me.

I remembered why he was my friend. I lost a bet. A small part of him was manufactured at the RETARD factory. I told him of my brush in with a common friend who grabbed my ass at a club recently. He threatened to break his hands, but then remember the said person was gay. So he decided to spare him, he asked “If I break xxxxx hands, how will he sew?”

I needed to get back to work. He ended it with telling me his most urgent wish. He wanted a course on unintelligent design. So he could pay a wasted guy to design the universe and explain flightless birds.

James Cameron just outdid himself!

$140 billion, 12 years or more and 24 minutes later, I was in shock. I couldn’t speak, well maybe I could but flabbergasted would be an understatement.

James Cameron has every right to be pompous, the ambition in this movie has hit the nail on it’s head. The slow and steady truly win the race. The movie took more than a decade to make as Cameron had to wait just that long for technology to be “perfect” for this movie.

Thankfully Moksh helped us get that much closer. So Kris, Andrea, Shawn, Urmi and I cozied into our seats, joked around. We were THE loudest there last night. We were ready to experience Cameron and to take on anything he threw at us. Or so we thought! Silence.

The trailer opened with crippled Jake Sully (Sam Worthinhton) being briefed by a commanding officer. As the scenes flashed in front of us, we ooh-ed and ahh-ed. We saw Jake transform into his avatar, fight against the force, fit in and fall in love.  The final scene left us incomplete but wanting more.

I was in awe. I thought I had seen it all, Gollum, The Hulk, Lord of the Rings… but Cameron’s decade to make the movie was well worth the wait. I’ve watched a lot of 3-D movies; Cameron makes them look amateur and pointless. The characters were so real that you had to remind yourself they were CGI. Their eyes, faces, bodies made you forget where you were. The movie is in a league of its own.

As the whole audience felt numb with what they had just seen, Cameron in his introduction seemed so cool about it. Effortless, like he had just made a paper plane. It makes me realize how he could have contained himself for the last decade when I had been jumping for the sneak preview for the last month!

Cinema better be ready for a change. The Avatar has landed.

She lay there.

She lay awake. She was torn. He gave her his heart, she broke it. Shred it. She lay there. Dipped into the feeling, strangely enjoying it. She hated herself.

Love took shape and body. She walked by. She knew he deserved better. She led him on. Souls and bodies keen, she gave him hers. He made love to it. She lusted. She lay there.

That night was soon long ago. The summer belonged to them. There will be other nights like this. With another. He cried out. In pleasure, she wept. She lay there.

She played a game too rough. He knew nothing of her. She was mystery shrouded in emotion. She caressed his chest. He knew. She lay there. This was his time. He wanted her.

She arched her back, he traced her lines. She matched his breathing, he embraced the moment. She closed her eyes and regretted this moment, he closed his, it felt divine.

She lay there. He lay there. This was her plan. She kissed his head and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He was asleep. She watched him sigh. She felt a pang. This was his time. She heard a bang.

The voices knew her. She was filled with remorse. She drew his blood. He breathed his last. Her hands painted, she lay there.

Another world, another universe. Destroyed.

Change starts with me!

So a couple of nights ago, while on the phone with my mom, I realized that although she might be the coolest mom on the planet, her conservativeness lurks somewhere beneath the surface. I could talk to my mom about anything on the planet and she would not be shocked or amazed, or so I thought.

That night, I told her about the Gay Pride March and the Queer Azaadi. Her first question to me was “Why did you attend the march?”, “I want to show my gay/closeted friends that I will support them, no matter what” I said.

“Ok, but are you gay?” she asked. “Err… No. But what if I was?” I replied. “Don’t act like a bloody fool, have we raised you the wrong way, that you need to be satisfied by a woman?” she asked.

Err… Wait a minute! What does THAT have to do with my sexual orientation? “Ma, would you love me any less if I was a lesbian?” without missing a beat, she retorted “Off course not! You are and will always be our daughter, we just never figured you to be Lesbian. Or any other orientation apart from straight!”

“Will you just be satisfied by a woman that just sucks and licks you?” “Err, Ma, what does a boy do differently to arouse me?” I asked. “Pokes and F*cks” came the taut reply. Ok, I knew where this was headed. But she continued “This will initially be hard to stomach, but I guess eventually (read: never) we will come around. Also anything that happens to your father, after I tell him about this conversation, you will be responsible!”

“Relax, Ma, I’m as straight as a stripper’s pole, I was just being curious!” she keeps silent for about 5 seconds and then says “Not funny Michelle, you know I have heart problems!” I apologized and ended the conversation there and moved onto other topics.

But here’s my bone to pick, why does someone’s orientation need to be a status consideration. I think our LGTB population is so balanced in emotions and so focused on what they want. Why do they think that being gay or lesbian is only with the physical sexual aspect? Why should they be treated any differently? Why do you run away from them? Why do they scare you? Homesxuality is NOT a disease.

Why do we identify these people by the sexual preference, if I like coke and you like pepsi, does it make me a lesser mortal? If I like oral and you are against it, does it make me less sexual? Or I like anal and you think it’s sick, should I say you’re a lousy sexual mate?

That’s what I thought, too. We should pride ourselves, regardless of our orientation. Embrace everyone else’ as well. I do not force you to agree with what I say, but accept that they are a part of our society and they are equal.

Pride is an affirmation of our individuality and I am proud to support my gay friends. The parade on Sunday was so colourful and there was genuine happiness and pride. It was festive with dancers, sign boards, drag queens and loud singing. These are the same activitists who fight for AIDS awareness and anti-LGTB violence. They were mothers, brothers, sisters, uncles, families present to supports their sgay children. It made me realize that our society is waking up. It warmed my heart.

It was like society was loosening its grip and  giving LGBT’s the room to find an identity in our culture. There were no protests, no attacks, we hope the movement will snowball and allow LGBT’s to no more be outsiders, but embraced.

So… THEY’RE HERE!!!  THEY’RE QUEER!!! DEAL WITH IT!

When India takes 2 steps forward, we have people who’ll pull her back!

Last weekend was good! A wake up call if you must! I like that India as a nation is slowly awakening. I love that we no more live in denial. I love that our youth is the most outspoken we have ever been. And I love that we want to be bigger and better than we currently are.

That being said, last weekend it made me happy to see people I was acquainted or even friends with, contribute to a larger cause. They dressed down, put on their overalls, lugged paint cans and tried to make our city a little prettier. We may have culture and tradition and be famed world over for our spices and food, but we are, literally RUBBISH when it comes to cleanliness. We spit where we wanna spit, we pee where we wanna pee. It’s sad and shows our ignorance. Yes, there are people who know better, but don’t take a step to stop it once and for all. As a nation, we need to WANT to be better.

The group together!

So I made Kristopher come pick me up and DEMANDED he take me around the city to visit the Wall Project. I was in awe, surprised even.

The Wall Project was amazing, just like music is a universal language so is art, all ages and races came together to paint their views. To showcase how they felt and why they wanted to contribute.

Michael Jackson Lives on!

Peace

No matter whether you were a professional or not, this was your day to own a wall and shout out what you had to say. I loved that the BMC took the initiative, I love that our city responded.

Watch what the painting on the left later becomes!

There was such an amazing vibe around it. Friends were made, although they had their difference, they had the same reason for being there. They loved their city and they wanted to be a part of it as it grew better. I cried a silent tear, one of joy as I got to muck around with paint. Although I did paint Krissy’s head a tad too much, I did still contribute. (Ok, maybe I dint)

While all of that was fun, it wasn’t malicious, and I am sure anybody in their right mind, would not want to be malicious. I was wrong.

Remember the picture above, this was the revised version clicked by Mahafreed, earlier today.

I never took the saying that an idle unemployed mind is a devils workshop until I saw these. It shames me to know that I have vaguely in the past spoken or hung out with these people, whatever their intentions were, this was disappointing. Sad, really. @aalaap, @goobimama cheap shot guys. We definitely thought you could be more productive.

And although they have since “cleaned up” their act, the remains will still be there.

Just goes to show, why we might always stay a third world nation, cuz no matter how many steps India takes forward, we will always have someone pulling her back.

But we live in the hope that we will win in our fight in making this city a better place.

To the women who make me waste time in restrooms, FUCK YOU!

This morning as I overslept I dreamt of the weekend that was to be. *sigh* bliss… Then I realised.. Fraack, I’m late! Brushed, Dressed, Left home. And Murphy strikes! I needed to pee. I can’t hold the need. I have to. Last resort… uses a public restroom. *sigh* (not in a good way!) And for all you women who turn your noses up to the nasty smell emancipating from the men’s room, YOU’RE waaaay nastier!!

So the next time you’re going to use a public restroom, stop being a wuss and sit on the fucking seat, seriously. Fucking pussy.

You can’t catch anything serious by sitting on the seat! It has been proved! Unless you can see tiny warts or crabs crawling on the seat, please (and I say it in the nicest way possible) SIT THE FRACCCK DOWN!!!

I mean except for your thighs and a bit of your ass touches the seat.. How many women do you know are sadistic enough to spread their gloop around on the seat? Yea, I guessed as many too.

So, please stop squatting on the seat and spraying like a freaking garden pipe infused with a water divider!! Stop being in denial! You aren’t built like a man! We cannot maintain a Straight shoot! Commodes were built for us… in the bowl like shape! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE USE IT!

It isn’t very comforting to enter stalls that have piss on all the seats! It’s annoying to roll out toilet paper for us lesser mortals as we clean your mess so we can pee like a normal human instead of hob-nobbin on the seat like an epileptic with Alzheimer’s!

This makes me think, if you’re painting the stall with your pee, you must surely get some on yourself! Which, I’m guessing you appreciate better than sitting on a dry seat someone else has sat on! You must be insane. Clinically.

If you are and refuse to sit on the seat, please at least try and behave like a woman and CLEAN THE SHIT UP! No matter how hard it is for your tiny brain, try decency sometimes.

Speaking of which, you’ll are the same bitches that complain about men leaving the seat up! It’s just a single lift! And yet you’ll throw a hissy fit, I agree with them, if you aren’t using the seat put it up like men do! It definitely is easier to get stuff into the pot without dirtying the seat this way! Let’s just be realistic here!

So basically, I wanna pee quickly and get the fuck outta there! And you should be able to do the same! That would make the lines shorter. Men, the reason women take so long in the loo is because either they just pissed themselves while squatting and are now cleaning themselves up OR its poor souls like us wasting time cleaning seats after these nasty whores leave!

So, you mothafucking pussy’s, STOP HOVERING AND SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

Cheers,

M.