I've developed very strong attraction towards cars these days. Seeing Mr. Tata flagging off the Fiat 500 at the Magic India Discovery was a spectacle in itself. What an amazing car?!!! A complete heartthrob. Then there are the some others like the Merc, Honda City, Lamborghini which remain constant eye-catchers! But something that remains an all time favourite is the Vintage Collection. The new interest has perhaps come from the realisation that machines are more loyal than men.
I got out of Churchgate station at about 10am heading to hail a cab to work. There's a rush to get the first cab, leaving behind the trail of people heading towards the first available taxi. Also not to forget the mental notes that are being taken preparing the 'to-do' list after getting to office and the music blaring in my ears through the earphones to keep my calm.
Waiting for the taxi is quite a pain especially with the attitude of most of Mumbai's cabbies to choose the ride they'd want to take up. Amidst the busy roads, the search for a taxi and the mad rush of people, there she comes. It almost feels like 'love at first sight' where the rest of the world goes blur and all you see is her. It looks like that mesmerising beauty who you know is difficult to possess and keep for yourself but be happy dreaming about being with her.
It was quite similarly that the navy blue Rolce Royce passed by amidst the busy roads, with the beholders holding their breath, some smiling their widest as the driver drove it with utmost honour and pride of his possession...
As my eyes wandered from right to left not missing any glance of it, admiring every part of it and grinning to myself, I caught sight with a cute stranger doing the same. As the eyes then met, we knew what we had communicated to each other, smiled at each other, caught the last glance of the vintage as it drove past us n resumed in our rush to occupy the next available cab. What a beautiful beginning to the day! Cheers!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Of victories and distorted images
Had a great weekend first watch a refreshing movie, one of the latest hindi movie flicks Jaane Tu... ya Jaane Na and later followed to watch the spectacular game of the Wimbledon finals. One relaxing and a fun-watch, the other nail biting at ensuring that you remain at the edge of your seat till the tail end of the game.
Though the film was a refreshing watch, it was very raw with several characters left at loose ends within the film. At several shots, the camera work was seen to be very amateurish. On the other hand, the music of the film has been an undoubted winner. Keeping the technicals apart, kudos to the first timers. I've personally always appreciated and loved first times as they have a charm about themselves, anyways talking about that some other time. Special mention to Babbar boy and the red-haired friend who within their short period of screen time managed to leave a mark on the viewer, at least on me.
The game was spectacular with both Nadal and Federer ensuring that you watch it to the last shot. Though Federer hit some marvellous aces, I sincerely felt that he wasn't in the best of his spirits in the game. He fought till the last game for a win but was evidently not playing with his aura and style. On the other hand, no one deserved the win more than Nadal for his brilliant display of energy on the field.
All in all a relaxing weekend with victories ensuring you push yourself harder to acheive the unattainable as nothing really is beyond your reach; as also with the distorted images of the raw characters in the movie.
Though the film was a refreshing watch, it was very raw with several characters left at loose ends within the film. At several shots, the camera work was seen to be very amateurish. On the other hand, the music of the film has been an undoubted winner. Keeping the technicals apart, kudos to the first timers. I've personally always appreciated and loved first times as they have a charm about themselves, anyways talking about that some other time. Special mention to Babbar boy and the red-haired friend who within their short period of screen time managed to leave a mark on the viewer, at least on me.
The game was spectacular with both Nadal and Federer ensuring that you watch it to the last shot. Though Federer hit some marvellous aces, I sincerely felt that he wasn't in the best of his spirits in the game. He fought till the last game for a win but was evidently not playing with his aura and style. On the other hand, no one deserved the win more than Nadal for his brilliant display of energy on the field.
All in all a relaxing weekend with victories ensuring you push yourself harder to acheive the unattainable as nothing really is beyond your reach; as also with the distorted images of the raw characters in the movie.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Trying new waters
Variety may be the spice of life but as humans we will always be skeptical to try new waters, deal with change and accept them. On the other hand, the same human beings hate monotony and do like to venture out of their shells to experience new things.
Well, so have I. After blogging in a different link for about three years, I decided that it was time to eliminate the old and go for something new. I want to explore. I want to unwind. Care a damn about the world and yet express everything that this damned world doesn't allow you to.
And so, without second thoughts, with one hand in my pocket and the other giving a high five, I am moving out... away from the beloved, to a zone of anonymity, to experience change and to stare at it in the eye and prove that I can survive.
Well, so have I. After blogging in a different link for about three years, I decided that it was time to eliminate the old and go for something new. I want to explore. I want to unwind. Care a damn about the world and yet express everything that this damned world doesn't allow you to.
And so, without second thoughts, with one hand in my pocket and the other giving a high five, I am moving out... away from the beloved, to a zone of anonymity, to experience change and to stare at it in the eye and prove that I can survive.
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