Tel Malish..

This is one of the many things which Indians are truly masters at..Right from the road side barber to the esteemed hair stylists everyone seems to have the expertise in this field...Infact the roadside one does better i've heard !The style defers from person to person and each is innovative in his own way..
Today I had this opportunity at my local barber's shop to go through this experience (after quite a long time)..The first question asked was "Kaunsa tel bhai" .I was like..huh..koi bhi jo aap theek samjho..He was quick to pass on a chirpy smile..I closed my eyes and then with that began the most enchanting journey with caressing to fine kneading with back thumping in between..The music as usual was playing loud as it does in most local saloons..He arduously carried out his task taking me slowly n steadily into the rhythm of his movements.As his expert hands soaked in oil went through my hair it felt like this should go on and on..It appeared like the barber's magical fingers had cast a spell over me and I was being hypnotized by him !
As the pace slowed down ,i slowly started getting back to senses with satisfaction glistening on my face..I paid him his fees and got off the shop with a lighter head on my shoulders albeit a bit sticky !!

DON gets my NOD

As the names appeared on the screen DON kicked off with its sensational background track and i relaxed back in my seat to watch the new inspired version of this highly acclaimed 70'z movie..For the first few minutes I had to orient myself to the new settings and but soon the movie catches pace..With its high tech gizmo gadgets and flashy dialogues and foot-tapping music ,the movie catches ur attention and the plot keeps u interested throughout..
The most laudable part about the story is that even when most of us know the original one still this movie catches ur eye more often than not..
This is actually one of the very few times that Mr Sharukh Khan's attitude really matches up with the aggression the movie demands...The three Goddesses paired along side him look divine and sensual in the plot..The twist in the tale is amazing and ingenious.The movie has its own flaws and deficits but they surely donot outnumber its merits..All in all it is definately an adrenaline booster and Farhan Akhtar surely deserves acclaimation and DON gets my nod..

BOO-HOO INDIA....WHR THE HELL IS REAL INDIA

From times galore the great Indian cricket team has left no stone unturned in disappointing its fans around the world and today was no exception..And somehow it alwayz comes to snatching the bone from the dog's mouth at the crucial final moment.It really feels foolish watching millions of spectators wasting their precious time n money chasing an illusive indian victory(that includes me)..And ya everytime a new justification from the team management is right out in the media even before you have gulped down your frustation from their pathetic performance.
But its really amazing everytime the team gears up for its next encounter all those bags of hope are filled again and everyone gears up to witness a so called grand revival of the team.This is what we have been doing for years together and obviously old habits die hard..Right from Sourav Ganguly sitting and cribbing in that empty stadium supposedly cheering for India to the the "blue billion" behind him ,the fizz is out ...

As good as it gets..

As I walked through the streets of Mumbai today the faint smell of gun-powder was still lurking in the air..The sweepers were busy on the streets working on possibly their busiest day of the year..As i walked into the building of Wadia Maternity Hosp the beautiful sunshine lighted up the dark corridors inside the building..The beautiful spiral staircase lead me towards the nursing home and i got into my routine chores..
I always ponder seeing these majestic heritage buildings if they ever could speak..The volumes of history hidden in them is mesmerizing..They have seen the real transformation of the city from the victorian era to the new metropolis and with it have stood the test of time..I'm no architecture student ,but then one doesnt need to be an expert to admire these magnificent structures..This hospital built in 1924 must have churned out thousands of young aspiring doctors into astute clinicians and is still going strong..As everytime a new cry of life comes alive ,I wonder how many families must have been associated with this hospital atleast sometime in their life..Those anxious husbands walking down the aisle..those apprehensive mother-in laws peeping into the labour room as often they can..and the ever wacky nursing staff shooing them off..years roll on...generations change but somethings never change..do they ?

Eureka !

Blogging....! The word rekindles some feelings hidden in the depth of my mind but suddenly it all comes to a standstill..There is SO much that I can write but somehow the motivation is what I lack..From there comes the word "cerebral outburst "which i'm urgently in need of to sway off all the inhibitions and mental blocks that arise from winthin...With this much needed thrust I begin this e-journey into depths of my gyri and sulci into the enchanting world of blogging..