Confessions about... err... dancing!

Its an embarrassing thing I have picked up, and I have to confess it. Have you heard that song from race.. "khwab deke jhoote moothe!?"... well... ahem! I have been craving to dance like mad on that song!!!
*hides his face in between the laptop screen and keyboard.*
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I am not the dancing type. In fact I have managed to convince myself that I hate dancing, while I actually don't. I never acknowledge it outside, and you my friends, better keep your mouth shut!
I ride the bike and this number blares in my ears at full volume on repeat. I put it there. I have been listening to it continuously since over a day now. I ride slowly at 25-30kmph on my thunderbird and my shoulders move with the beat... my fingers tap, and my head sways back and forth in rhythmic jerks. If you notice, the song has some very very cool 'rhythmic jerks' where all music stops for a second, theres silence, and then it starts again!!... I move with that!... sometimes like a robot... I feel uncontrollably musical and if I stepped on a dance floor I feel I'd look nothing less than a drunk moron!
The line "I am craving for your body now" rocks so much that it makes my entire body emerge out of itself, my arms swinging and swirling in precise body hugging motions, hugging thin air instead, pulling in some empty atmosphere along, the feet moving in smooth uncomplicated motions on an imaginary dance floor, and the throttle hits a sudden HIGH. I come back to the normal 30kmph speed as the song regains its regular rhythm and settles into the cool beat...!
I take the extended road to home and circle twice on it so that I can listen and dance to the song again!...
I feel like picking a random girl and rushing to Elevate (the disc) and wait till this cheap fuckin song plays. I could use the time to get drunk. And when the song plays, I could BURRRRNNNN the dance floor with my oh so natural dance moves. They are real!, completely inspired by the music and nothing else! And I wonder that something this real and this natural must be looking good!!!... but I don't dare... I don't dance.

I have half heartedly stepped on the dance floor many times and midway through a song I get conscious of myself and I forget what to do. I look like I am seeking a partner but I already have one and I am usually totally out of sync with the partner!!
I have had some really terrible times on the dance floor and I have convinced myself that I hate dancing, while the fact is that I just MIGHT love it! :|...but i don't know what happens to me when i am out there.

We had our first fight because she wanted me to pull her to the dance floor while i was strolling around with a drink... i DO NOT GO THERE!!... THAT IS NOT MY FORTE!! ask me for simpler things like a debate on Quantum Physics or irrelevance of the M String Theory, or Sexism and Gender inequality in Aristotle's political lectures!! ask me to unearth the rarest of music and movies for you, or teach you how to grab multiple youtube videos and enhance your basic digicam movie on a free movie editor so you can brag about it to your friends, i'll solve all those complicated computer issues for which the only feasible way left for you is to bang the keyborad (already having exhausted the option of rectifying the problem by kissing the keyboard), i'll help you with a jazzy presentation, complete your thesis in 2 hours flat, write you beautiful letters, help you clean the room, teach you table tennis, hug you at night and wait for you for err.. ever!... but.. hell no lady, DO NOT ask me to dance!

I have moved a leg and shaken more than a hip, including those that were not mine. And I know I have the rhythm... I have been appreciated for my dancing skills although that came as a surprise to me!!... but I just can't dance with HER...ANY FUCKIN HER!... I want to... I really do. And I know that if I get another chance ...i WONT grab it. Taking a girl to the floor and dancing is worse than standing naked for a republic day parade and being captured live on DD1.

I wish I was a natural dancer.

uh oh!... the reality check weekend!

Snippets of conversation in 'Coffee and Cigarettes'. Jim is quiet full of something that I can enjoy. A nice start to the journey. She is looking over her shoulders for the third time now. She seems to be wondering, with quiet a dissatisfied look on her face, about seats and her luck while traveling alone.

More coffee and no cigarettes.

"Oh yes, the holy-land? I get down there and save on time? Why say no! of course."

Evening drags along like a faithful companion. The drag is a nice, pleasant, peaceful drag. The kind of drag that one can also feel while listening to almost silent sounds of music, through a perfectly snug-fit set of earphones, while gingerly walking across a really loud street.

And you are at the cross roads again.

"Check that one. It says its 'holy-land'ward bound."
"Sure. thanks" - "No. He says this ones coming back. Might be sitting here for the night now."
"I am Jimmy."
"I am Gerry."
This isn't the same 'she'.
"Cherry! nice name."
"Ya."
"Its late. Not many go towards the holy-land at this hour."
"A companion would be nice. Guide someone to me."
"I am going a little beyond the midway. Half a companion should be as good."
"Thats is great. I'd feel safer clinging on to the cotton of your arm."

Hop on.

"I have heard a lot about the Irish sense of humor."
"THAT is funny!"
"And what brings you so far?"
"I am a teacher. I love to travel. Its my third day in this unknown but beautiful land. And now you look very suspicious to me."
"I can understand your situation. I don't mind your distrust. It just feels good to have you next to me like a short little dream that one never remembers after waking up. I am sure the dream doesn't mind it."
"I don't know if I'd like to talk to you about dreams and such so early. But I am enjoying it all as if I were 10 years younger than what I am. I'd still want to reach my loved one soon."
"Of course! even I have some loved ones to go back to."
"We'd stay in touch."
"Sure."
"Oh! its Gerry. not Cherry! you can still call me Jimmy."
"I could have made it upto here on my own."
"Yes you could have, but you haven't reached the destination yet."
"So am I supposed to go alone now?"
"If thats a request for further company, I am glad to oblige."
"Roads are beautiful. And the lights. I am tired but I like it so much."
"Your bag is heavier than you."
"I am a farmer too."
"I might as well have left you on your own then. You could easily make 3 or 4 kiss the dust of the holy-land."
"I hope I find my loved one. I don't have anything except... a direction."
"Many don't even have that. Also, I thought I was here, with you."
"And have we reached now?"
"Almost. We have a hill to climb."
"I am sure we'll be very close then."
"Yes."
"We are now."
"I will leave. You can flutter around safely over here. Send a thought my way whenever the dawn breaks for you."
"I will. - Oh! my loved one is somewhere here."

Slipping away through a maze of trees, lights and road... loud silence! A dream floats among the trees, the lights... the road.

Back to "reality check!" huh.

"Here take some more. They want you to carry their weight."
"You must must carry MY weight."
"No one wants to carry my weight. They think its a burden."
"Oh I am so heavy I can't breathe. I feel choked under my own self."
"You have no weight of your own, so why is it too much to share some of mine?"
"I won't even talk to you about my burden."
"Lets just not TALK!"

"I can't wait to be. Just BE."

On my way back.

"Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night."

Dead Man... Wil --- Jim is quiet full of something that I can't understand yet.

She Was Chirpy & Sassy

Crimson feet felt high in the sky.
No, I didn't have drinks on board a flight.
No, I didn't make the "get laid 7 times a week" record last week. Yet.
I just piled up 3 pillows one over other, and slept with my tired tired tired feet high in the air. And as the blood flew from the feet, to the ankle, towards my calf muscles I wondered as to why hasn't anyone invented some special design for feet pillows as yet. One can feel the blood circulation getting better and the feet getting lighter...and lighter and lighter... until one eases into a deep slumber!

I don't usually write personal update posts but this is necessary. The things that happened over the weekend can be categorised into "good, better and best", and the best needs to be shared.

The good bits.
I have had an extremely tiring weekend but satisfactory. My brand was a part of this health and wellness event that happened in delhi yesterday and day before. The strategic brand guy in my who thinks that he has his grip on the pulse of consumer, knows exactly what makes them tick, and has devised the perfect promotion plan for the entire umbrella of his master brand with a targeted one on one consumer interaction of at least 1000 and tangible consumer experience of at least 200, was busy managing trolleys, water buckets, cellphone less laborers/drivers, fabricators lacking any attention-to-detail, hungry staff, supposedly big but actually cheap gimmicky competitor brands and their loud on-ground activities, stock-pilferage-causing aunties and free sample seeking hounds.
Oh Yeah! This was the good bit. I call it the positive learning curve.

The better bits were things like, we overshot the expected on ground conversion by 500% and that makes it the biggest single event that this company has done in a long time. We were the best looking brand and had incessant consumer flow across all three of our sections and managed conversions without giving any complimentary stuff. The hard work paid and it was a success.

Now comes the BEST bit. I generated trade enquiries! Nothing to do with my brand/product. My personal trade enquiries. I got to know through the girls in my team that I was being enquired about by random girls at the exhibtion. And then there was this one girl that I wanted to enquire about. That, my friends, is the real reason of this post.

She was chirpy and sassy. And blue. Oh I love blue. She was with her Mom. Mom, like all moms, was very sweet. But she was chirpy and sassy. Maybe sweet too. I liked her laid back, carefree i-am-still-in-bed-don't-wake-me-please attitude right at noon in the middle of almost 500 people. And yet she was chirpy and sassy. She though I was over-smart and said so. I said I was just doing my job. She thought she looked pretty. I thought she looked pretty. Yet I told her to get a make-over done, so I could tease her by saying, "See, only now you look pretty!". She tried to embarrass me in front of a crowd by loudly uttering things like,"Are you talking to me?" and "I don't care!". Just that I really didn't care if she didn't care because at least I cared, and that there was hardly any crowd!
She was smiling and I know she liked me in that way where these chirpy sassy little blue things don't even want to acknowledge to themselves that they like that oversmart guy who actually doesn't care that they think he is oversmart!
She was so chirpy and so sassy.
And she left without letting me know how could I get in touch with her again. I stepped out of the comforts of the hotel, into the smouldering delhi heat, just to see if I could spot her car and probably try and get run over by it to stop it and then ask her how could I get in touch with her again! I am so so not aware of what to do because I can see her right now and she WAS chirpy and she WAS sassy.

Help me guys!! :| ...pass the word! I don't know anything else about her... the conversation is the only clue, which is.. well.. hardly a conversation!

What do I do? This the third time this is happening to me in 6 months. Crimson feet can't walk all over Delhi looking for her.

The New Race

"No. I don't believe that Ivan! When it comes to the extent to which a human can be violent towards their own type, theres a limit. But these...things! One doesn't know how far will they go before they stop. If ever they stop."

Dr Bianca Lever was shuddering with fear and rage. She had never realized how quickly her journey had brought her so far. In less than 200 years she had managed to reach the pinnacle of the new human existence. Her friend, and now a co-parliamentarian, Ivan D'lyst, was standing stoic as a rock.

"Oh! you'll be surprised. And moreover, they are more human than a human can be Bianca!"

"Not for me. I can't even imagine them as one. And you know that Ivan. They don't have the capability of attachment!"

"Capability or flaw? Irrespective, all the more reason why they are a safer bet for the mission."
Ivan D'Lyst was as convoluted as a flagpole. And could handle flutter as easily. He was aware of his shortcomings too. He didn't have faith in human beings!
"Tell me something Bianca. How far is too far?"

"This could be a new beginning Ivan, or this could be the end of it all. You know the odds. They don't favor any. I fear they will use the X2RMN8 more readily than any human ever will. What stops them from it the moment they have a moral justification? They wouldn't feel the pain, and we will be scraped off this planet for ever like an unwanted layer of rust! Doesn't that make you cringe for God's sake!?"

Unruffled as ever, Ivan moved towards the screen to turn off the time warp and reconnect with the Intra-Existential Parliament.
"Nothing makes me cringe. And we have been in discussion far too long. The parliament may not realise this but outside the forum limits, time is still moving. So, a Human Contingent it is? And you lead the charge? Remember Bianca, its just a recommendation you are making."

She knew how much weight her recommendations carried. After all she had created them. Her mind leapt back to the dilemma she had faced when she was expected to terminate a Humonian. The Humonian had killed Bianca's trusted human guard in an attempt to save her life. Of course, he might have as easily killed her, if only he fully realised the repercussions of her decisions. Laws were laws. And that calm satisfied look in his eyes, of a task well done, had haunted Bianca forever.
Still, she had signed the papers. Only because she knew the Humonians were idealists. No decision pertaining to a social set up can always be devoid of total harm. Someone somewhere gets a raw deal, and Humonians were too evolved to accept such disharmony.

Unfortunately, they were here to stay and they never took the first wrong step. No wonder their communities were way more peaceful than Human's. It was only a matter of time before all humans perished, and Humonians inherited whatever was left of the earth.

"Just one more minute Ivan. Hold on to the warp. I think I have decided."

He looked at her, awaiting the next words.

"Human it is. But, you lead the charge!"

Ivan smiled. He had been expecting the dilemma and been waiting for this moment for the last 147 years. Without saying another word... he shot her.

He was in charge.

And he felt satisfied with his first right step.

Deconstructing Harry: I am embarrassed...

"Deconstructing Harry"...a deceptively autobiographical movie written and directed by Woody Allen. Its HILLLARIOUS to the core. Yes its profane and vulgar, but tell me one person who didn't laugh at least once, while watching a porn flick. No, this isn't a porn flick.



I have not seen much of Woody, although I am sure that henceforth I will. DH is one of the most brashly honest piece of work I have seen. The backdrop of the story is that of a self proclaimed spiritually and morally bankrupt writer facing a writer's block. And the reason why it stayed with me is that I could see quiet a handful of myself in Harry/Woody!
Now, although thats not very important, but its a good enough reason for embarrassment.

Heres what this character is like -
- 60+ and still a boy
- loves his son but can't understand marriage
- doesn't believe in God but is sure of Satan
- believes in physics, black holes and sexual encounters of all kinds
- obnoxious freely hopelessly honest chain lover
- doesn't like being lonely, can't keep wives
- irritatingly argumentative while defending himself
- genuinely innocent while defending himself
- can't understand women
- can't live without women
- flirt, liar, cheat... for people in general
- truthful, honest, fair in his own weird unreal way

A few good thing that I could pick were -
- doesn't like tradition, thinks of all human kind as ONE
- honest to himself
- funny
- actually innocent (Nah.. I am just being good to him)

His treatment of love, marriage, children, sexuality and religion are not necessarily incisive but are very humorous. I suggest you pick it up if you want to watch a weird satirical comedy that gives you a peek into a strange master artist's psychology.