Losing my religion!

The other day, the unthinkable happened.

NO, Rakhi sawant didn't pass an IQ test, there's really only so much anomalous behaviour the universe will allow for. The truth is much worse - MY HARD DRIVE CRASHED.

I lost important pieces of work, projects I'd been working on for months and cherished pics and lastly all the ghazals and guitar tracks!

In retrospect, thank God they'r gone ( I still don't know what I was doing with those incomplete projects), but none of those losses compared to the loss of all my TV and movie content.

For the first time in years, I was out in the cold bereft of entertainment.

Lovely!

And..and for the first time in all these years, I was faced with a daunting prospect- going outside to entertain myself.

Historically speaking, this has never ended well . In school, it involved going for shy, slightly awkward lunches with my seniors.

Oh! the sheer horror.

:D

In college, it didn't matter what I did because I wouldn't remember it the next morning. but, now, here I was faced with the toughest task of all : "MAKING PLANS".

Better men than I have balked at this task and with good reason. Time was, when making plans in kanpur without your friends gives you too many options.

You either went out to dinner , which usually meant all dal roti, raita etc or you went out for cold dring. I am not talking about that drink which you could afford the super swish places listening to a bryan adams/Ghulam Ali while quaffing watered down beer!

You knew it was time to leave when " Hath chute bhi to rishte nhi chuta karte" played for the 6th time that evening and you still sang along :(

The world, it would seem has changed. I was pleasantly surprised to find that these days, you can be entertained in a billion different ways none of which are generic.

At evening, I can now choose my terrace and my ipod. I can choose birds and what not!

Yes, i know i am getting psycho day by day. :D

Well, if I really want to grab a drink now there is a hot cup of tea for me and even I can easily ditch anyone for everything from the kitchen. But, nothing , and I do mean nothing has made me happier than the fact that I am spending few evenings in listening ghazals ,
Premchand and watching quality stand up comedy.

Vir Das has a show and when he doesnt Raju Srivastav has a show and when they are both busy, Cyrus Broacha has a show and when they all are busy, the odd african comedian of Roorkee " Gobar" is there :D

But, the better news is the fact that amateurs are now getting up there and taking a swing at things.

So, i can spend an eve nursing a chai coffee and watching an awkward south indian teen talking about the joys of STDs (I am not making this up!)

More important than the fact that I am learning to entertain myself in different ways is the one that I am finally learning to laugh at myself.

Given the fact that MY condition has always swayed from the sublime to the ridiculous , i have always wondered why I don't laugh at myself anymore!

I mean when you think about it , its definitely a more constructive way of coming to terms with our identity than breaking people and setting things on fire.

:)

What say Sam?

:P

ChEErs!

On the Edge

NO

I am not alone.

That's pretty obvious. Usually, I get flowers and phone calls at least four times a year from dost log.

That's because different sites have published different birth dates for me and they stay in Google memory.

Today, I use my cell phone to add and subtract, recall phone no. and faces, remind me about birth days. My laptop tries to correct my spellings, languages, grammar and often makes mistakes itself.

NO, I don't need to remember anything at all.

Google helps me to find it in an instant.

I wonder what was the song Bade Ghulam aLi sang in Khudita Pashan?

Tagore's unforgettable ghost story that Tapan Sinha's directed, for which Ali Akbar Khan wrote the music?

Not to worry. Google has an answer.

When Google fails there is an Twitter. Somebody, Somewhere will always have an answer to the question bothering you.Well the answer need not always be right. None of us look for right answers in life. We look for answers that comfort us. Its a bit like finding GOD. If he doesnt exist, we will have to manufacture him.

No, its not stress or any sort of tension that is slaying my memory cells. Moreover, this time I am trying to express all the shit On Nitin's special blog.

:D

Its just that I am becoming a technology victim i guess.

Do I really need taps that go off on their own or lights that come on when I walk into my room?

Do I need so much technology in my Life?

Do I really need 11 digits phone number that no one can recall without assistance?

What about simple, easy to remember words?

Why not stick to 10 people who really matter to you and call them instead of sending an ecard or a scrap to them on orkut?

Why to send a V-card when a simple kiss can do?

How can internet sex be a substitute for the real thing?

Yet porn is the biggest business on the net.So, as this year stumbled to an december end , I make this promise to MYSELF .

Let me enslave technology, not let it run my life for ME.

ChEErs for an upcoming year :P