About the script:

1. A to B, how can you take such risks, you have almost gotten killed twenty times that I know of? B, buddy I have a secret and the secret is that I know the day I will die, looks him in the eye with all sincerity, A is taken off guard,

B goes on saying, haha, just kidding yaar, but no, he was serious..

2. A voice behind the tree talking every morning to the boys cleaning cars of the colony, only the voice can be heard, one day, the MC came and chopped the tree, the voice was never heard, no aunty stayed in the house, there was no one there..

rUN DoWn

I have a new Pet these days, Jamun, wild black CAT with green eyes, comes everyday in the morning to have the nice things we have to offer. I kind of like her now coz she is so chilled out and wants to do her way..

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I think the first thirty years, you only develop addictions, after that you have to do things to give it away, I am on the second stage and everyday is a struggle..

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talking about struggles, I go for walks after lunch and there is this house near my office which has big cages for exotic birds. You can see them from the roads and everyday I think how lucky I am for not being trapped that way..things are fine and good..Oh Good Lord, thanks for everything..

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AM BECOMING A FATHER..REALLY EXCITED..LOVE MY WIFE FOR BEARING WITH ME ALL THESE YEARS.

addictions

Everything fades away, the law of diminishing marginal utility. I can compare it to smoking and drinking and how I used to enjoy it. But then over the years, addictions become a loose point, a burden and has its own sweet ramifications.

Somethings in life just start as an adventure and mature into bigger things which can at times mould a character.  When you are addicted to things, you cannot think of an alternative. The mind is always looking for the same high, the perfect feel with the exact ambiance. Sadly, that never happens coz the utility is gone and is diminishing.

I want to be high, so high when I dont care about the world, who I am and who you are. I want to be away from me, myself, my identity and everthing this world can offer, but then who am I??

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Dialogue

Churan ko Agar Chanein Ki tarah kao  gein
to Gand mein Ghanna to ghuse gaa heee

Characters

So A and B have been the best of friend from a boarding school.  one of the elite ones where the kids were from the richest families. A met his gilrfriend in a school reunion and they have been close ever since. I will call her G..

Now G has travelled the world, been there done that but believes in living an ordinary life,  her friends are bitches, talking and partying with the whose who, she likes doing that sometimes..

and then comes D, the computer guy who has just returned from the US. His father is a renowned painter, and he lives a free life..a friend of G loves D, but D is not interested..she flirts with him openly..

Now the story of this is about this PLOT..

BEGINS

I have finally thought of writing a script. With my bollywood connections, (yes I have some), I will be able to atleast put it across to people, lets see if they like it.

So its all about characters,

Character A, is a dreamer, happy, dumb with sporadic brilliance, he is seeing this girl who is level headed, determined to be his partner, from a super rich family, all friends are dazed why she feel for her, the imbecile milk sop..twof his dialogues:

Darling, agar mein US ka president hota to hum bhi airforce 1 mein ghumtein, nainital jaatenin garmiyo mein..

Yaar, bahut senti maara aag, senti pishaab ke jhaag se shampoo kara diya..

Character B, is a normal man, disgusted with his job, but a wanna be gangster, have all the right connections, his childhood friend, now deals in narcotics and ocassionally guns..B; father is quite chilled out, a retired IAS officer and lives a simple life. Mom is orthodox..

and then there are more charactres which I will feature soon..

kamaal hein

Sometimes when I close my eyes, I remember my childhood days. The scene becomes clear, I can see people, talk to them and feel the same. The smell, the rains of shimla, running down the hills and doing what any thirteen year old would do. The great part is that I still feel the same. I am 33 now.

So what is being mature? Understanding people and relationships, or being successfull and helpful at the same time. I read a report which said that men mature when they are 43. I have another ten years of all the things I want to do by then. Ten years is a long time..

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Talking about ten years, I complete ten years in the profession now. I am proud to say that when I came to delhi, I used to use the bus, look at the counting numbers at the red lights in delhi, waiting for them to turn green, used to have crap food, drink real cheap alchohol..and then I worked, worked real hard, changed my attitude, developed certain good habits amongst others..one thing I have realised over the years, cribbing is a habit, its like an addiction, which makes you feel lighter in the beginning but leaves you hollow, wanting for more and above all, disoriented...

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talking about disorientation, I saw the news lately of another hot girl committing suicide..earlier I used to think that hot girls can never feel depressed, they have everything and sex is something which they can get at the blink of an eye, literally..sorry for her and the way she felt...

random..

Just read about someone being buried with state honour. As if he/she cares. The more I think about death, the more fascinating it becomes. I am not afraid of it but then I hope I am prepared when I see it coming. Prepared in the sense my last thought should be filled with contetment and a life well spent, with emotions and all the emotions money can buy.

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Saw 90 minutes in the US when it showed the lady rescued by the Seals. The lady was saying that the Somalians have blank eyes with no emotions. Drugs so that to them. I have left the same. Not the lady but the eyes with no emotions, and when you are at that stage, you fucking dont care..


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Sometimes its all about handling the ocassion..Leandar Paers..

Gutar Guein..

Taking each day as you were living your last releases you from expectations.  The release is immense and the mind is grateful that you are still alive. Mind, in the end of it all shall always think about himself. Sitting on the top, he is still self centered.

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The more you travel, the most contended you will stay. There is nothing right and nothing wrong in the manner we live. The world is full of unorganised, dirty and idiotic people. And yes, many of them are still happy.

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This one goes out to the one I love..

EGO STINKER

Janne Bhi Do Yarro..
Why so serious..
Live and Let Live..
Take it easy..
Smile and Fart..if together then you are on..
Dont throw your ego at people, it stinks..

TRUE LIES

I was in the balcony smoking up when a beautiful bird came and sat on the wire right next to the balcony. She told me that she was a lawyer in her past life, and flew off, leaving me totally surprised. While, I was still thinking about what had happened, she came back and told me that she was kidding..OK, then while I was about to leave the place, a crow came, sat on the same spot and again told me that he was a lawyer in his past life.. He never came back to tell me that he was kidding..!!

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So, these days the discussions have moved from hot chiks, dating practises, business deals and jealous anecdotes to how hollow you sometimes feel in life. The void which is hard to justify when you thought reaching a certain spot would provide you with the full view. The complete story, a view of the future as easy and planned as you had always thought it to be, but that does not seem the situation..the hollow feeling lingers..

Laley told me that you can only feel hollow when you have achieved something, the feeling of achieving something can only leave and create a hollow space..its so true, achievement comes with a price it seems, the price which is priceless..

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I have forgiven you my friend, it was hard, but its hard to forget the how you ditched me when I needed you the most..