Archive for February, 2006

Bollywood & Spirituality

Monday, February 6th, 2006
India. Spirituality is deeply rooted in our culture. Kashmir to Kanyakumari. Bombay to Bengal. Simply traveling to the interiors and with luck (or as they say: if your time has come) you may come across unheard of ashrams, true gurus, spiritually awakened souls - all shying away from the world, your cameras and your questions. And then there are those awakened spiritual souls tucked away in the hundreds of caves in the hills of Kumaon and Garhwal regions, who step out ever once in a while, or those simple, homeless looking tattered clothed souls sitting in the corner sipping tea or perhaps one of those sitting next to the door of your railway compartment before being ...

Friday Mirchi

Friday, February 3rd, 2006
It's been about a couple of weeks since I went out to a club/bar, in other words, a long time since I went out to meet someone new (in other words, yes, no new girl in my life so far, sorry my dear pickup brothers). Practice makes a man perfect. That's true in case of your social skill sets too. How? Here you are checking your stuff out at Costco (a big discount retail chain store in the U.S.) and in walks a hot Costco girl. She wants to check your membership card. You smile, brain digs to find your opening lines...blank blank blank. Nothing. Nada. FUCKING STUPID IDIOT. Where are my lines? And ...

What keeps Dev Anand going?

Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
At an age where most are photo framed with a garland of flowers and an occasional aggarbatti (incense sticks) lit next to the picture, here is Dev Anand at 83 chugging on with his next project “Beauty Queen”. Oh, not forgetting he’s just completed his autobiography and it has found a publisher. Now I don’t have the heart to start jokes about this legend of an actor. No, I didn’t call him a great director. Cause I never found him to be a good director. And that is irrespective of his flop movies made in the eighties, nineties and in this century. Since his first direction (Prem Pujari) or even his biggest hit as ...

Desi Souls: American Suicides

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006
At a stage in life, where friends her age would be rushing their kids to school, she stood alone, on the terrace of her office building. The Los Angeles skyline clear, visible and strangely looking very beautiful. She carefully folded her jacket and placed it on the floor over the last letter she would ever write. She pulled a corner of the letter from underneath the jacket so the words “For PS, my only friend” would be visible. Strangely she felt quite calm, unlike the strong jaws of depression which had her screaming a day ago. I love you Mom… Dad, forgive me for I could not become what you dreamed of… Raj…I still love you…. And then she flew. She ...