Adventures of a polka dot

A tiny journey to a larger destination…of a tiny dot with big dreams…

Are you done ranting about the Wall Project? October 29, 2009

Filed under: India, feelings, media, movies, rant, wall project — punkpolkadots @ 9:52 pm
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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… October 5, 2009

Filed under: dance, death, feelings, life, music, pain, writing — punkpolkadots @ 11:27 am

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. October 3, 2009

Filed under: boys, feelings, hatred, hurt, memory, rant — punkpolkadots @ 1:49 pm

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!!!