This blog seems to be dying and I have been feelin low lately, but underdogs have to get up nd slam the heavyweights and thats how nature takes its course, so I decided to pen down somethin even if its absolutely ridiculous (when is it not??)
So, today I was feeling absolutely low and I couldnt figure out what was wrong with me. This does happen to me a lot of times and somehow for no reason I get depressed. Maybe its the lack of lady love in my life or the excess of academic bonanza around me which drives me crazy, somehow for no apparent reason I go down and nothing seems to have any purpose. Then alchohol gives me perspective and so I am returning to Sunny and so probably Sunny will represent me more than he ever does.
Sunny was surprisingly laying low even though he had done things and evidenced situations which demanded a rewrite of the boring village history. There was a certain nerdiness in the air which drove him mad. People all around him had suddenly delved into books and some weird creatures they called kampooter....They were always staring at it as if it would come alive anytime and eat their solemn paapads. They were living a life of terror and had no time to share his idiosyncracies. He tried to tell them that a great sage had once preached that "Jeene ke hain chaar din, baaki hain bekaar din" but somehow nobody listened and dismissed it as if it was Salman Khan starrer bandhan with Jackie yelling out bidu apun ka salaam..apun ko bas chai bidi de aur apun hai gulaam.
Sunny thought that he would be so happy to return to the familiar grounds. He could indulge people in frivolous banter, have fun with no worries whatsoever and when time came (Dussehra ka akhada) show his might, but he was wrong. The village seemed as alien as the riches of a foreign land. He could no longer cheat people into buying him a pink colored towel or a brand new razor. They all wanted to revolutionize mankind by reading books and publishing incremental papers. This vogue was infact brought about by Lalchiram who published a paper slamming all the developed countries for making satellites since the world was flat (as stated by Friedman) and demanded millions of dollars in compensation from their governments.
All this geeky talk disturbed Sunny. If he would have known that his village would turn this way, he would have happily sung Superman and Lady (http://youtube.com/watch?v=7-9ORkqqEJQ)
with vishkanya Tara and danced his way into immortality. Alas, it was not to be. In order to koohl down he decided to play the dehati version of tennis, but only Shamshera played the game with Duggi. Also, during his adventures Sunny had watched this amazing movie called "Taare Zameen Par" and had realized that he had motor impairment, which effected his reflexes. So,
it was extremely foolish to challenge Shamshera, but then life becomes so morose if you leave out foolish acts and so Sunny sold his farmland to buy a racket and challenged Shamshera.
Next time lets see if the story tries to have a touch of reality or flies off again to fantasy island. Till then lets remember Love Machine Shudhir who brought the real mean villian to the Indian screen without being tacky (prade sirf tu hi samajh sakta hai ye )
So, today I was feeling absolutely low and I couldnt figure out what was wrong with me. This does happen to me a lot of times and somehow for no reason I get depressed. Maybe its the lack of lady love in my life or the excess of academic bonanza around me which drives me crazy, somehow for no apparent reason I go down and nothing seems to have any purpose. Then alchohol gives me perspective and so I am returning to Sunny and so probably Sunny will represent me more than he ever does.
Sunny was surprisingly laying low even though he had done things and evidenced situations which demanded a rewrite of the boring village history. There was a certain nerdiness in the air which drove him mad. People all around him had suddenly delved into books and some weird creatures they called kampooter....They were always staring at it as if it would come alive anytime and eat their solemn paapads. They were living a life of terror and had no time to share his idiosyncracies. He tried to tell them that a great sage had once preached that "Jeene ke hain chaar din, baaki hain bekaar din" but somehow nobody listened and dismissed it as if it was Salman Khan starrer bandhan with Jackie yelling out bidu apun ka salaam..apun ko bas chai bidi de aur apun hai gulaam.
Sunny thought that he would be so happy to return to the familiar grounds. He could indulge people in frivolous banter, have fun with no worries whatsoever and when time came (Dussehra ka akhada) show his might, but he was wrong. The village seemed as alien as the riches of a foreign land. He could no longer cheat people into buying him a pink colored towel or a brand new razor. They all wanted to revolutionize mankind by reading books and publishing incremental papers. This vogue was infact brought about by Lalchiram who published a paper slamming all the developed countries for making satellites since the world was flat (as stated by Friedman) and demanded millions of dollars in compensation from their governments.
All this geeky talk disturbed Sunny. If he would have known that his village would turn this way, he would have happily sung Superman and Lady (http://youtube.com/watch?v=7-9ORkqqEJQ)
with vishkanya Tara and danced his way into immortality. Alas, it was not to be. In order to koohl down he decided to play the dehati version of tennis, but only Shamshera played the game with Duggi. Also, during his adventures Sunny had watched this amazing movie called "Taare Zameen Par" and had realized that he had motor impairment, which effected his reflexes. So,
it was extremely foolish to challenge Shamshera, but then life becomes so morose if you leave out foolish acts and so Sunny sold his farmland to buy a racket and challenged Shamshera.
Next time lets see if the story tries to have a touch of reality or flies off again to fantasy island. Till then lets remember Love Machine Shudhir who brought the real mean villian to the Indian screen without being tacky (prade sirf tu hi samajh sakta hai ye )
