THE WON AND WONLY 'KARAN JINXED JOHAR' AKA KJINJO

Karan Johar or rather Karan Jinxed Johar???

wondering what am getting at?don't stress those poor gray cells of yours coz in a short while you will know why 'the jinxed.' but first something about the man... i mean we should give him some amount of dignity first before stripping it off him right?ok here goes from my ever reliable wikipedia (please note folks from wikipedia i have done some PR for you free of cost here ;D): Karan Johar as the web page would call him, was born on May 25, 1972 in mumbai...he hails from an illustrious 'filmy family' as we would call them-he has studied at Greenlawns high school blah blah blue-interesting snippet:has a masters degree in French and actually wanted to move to Paris before he got involved in Dharma Productions, that would be his folks' production house...

guess that's enough dope on our man..now kjinjo-short form for karan jinxed johar...neways he is fondly known as KJO by our 'oh-so-original' media and the filmy fraternity here...i mean seriously, do they think they are giving JLO a run for her money?anyways our kjinjo(psst he sounds like some ninja boy no?)wanted to explore all avenues that his creative juices would allow him to...so, our man gets into hosting a talk show besides film making and direction...now for all those original angrezis and phirangs and our very originally manufactured indian angrezis, kjinjo's talk show was called 'Koffee with Karan' and hey he has poetic license to tamper with the spelling of coffee ok...i guess k instead of c in coffee looks better than a c in karan..see----CARAN...now that could even be an Italian name...anyways koffee with karan i have to agree though was a more real and fleshy talk show as compared to the ice like plastic 'rendezvous.' and if u still cant get the difference visualize kjinjo's show as Kajol and the other one as Aishwarya Rai...guess i dont have to elucidate any further...with Rendezvous, i came to a stage where i thought my poor ears and the ear drums within had to develop a sense of hearing with an accent to understand what poor simi was trying to whisper through her bo-toxed cheeks and collagen filled lips...anyways coming back to the man of the moment, his show was definitely fun and oh so am not trying to promote anyone but just that it happens, i mean they are all frenz but pathetic actors and this is the least i could do for them kinda thingamajig you know?

now let's keep the review of the show aside for a moment...coz this post is about this interesting observation that i just happened to make..the first season of kjinjo's show was pretty much the usual with nothing interesting to talk about...but it's in the second season is when something happened...now what happened is your next question...what happened was almost all the celebrities i remembered from the few episodes i managed to catch who spoke about their love lives all split up and guess tabu and abhishek bachchan (are there to chs in his name?who cares?) were the two who got themselves involved with someone though tabu says its all rumors..anyways back to kjinjo's show, lets see how many split...first, viveik (or wateva numerological changes the child has made to his name i know not) oberoi and aishwarya rai:they split...kareena/kareina (hate numerology man) kapoor and shahid kapoor:they split, saif ali khan and roza cat'something':he says on the sunday that they are very much together and the next day times carries the news that they have broken up...ahem the ironies of life i tell you...John Abraham and Bipasha Basu: they almost split thanks to the soccer baby christiano ronaldo and i cant blame her here really...who else? guess should have watched more episodes...yes preity zinta who just mentioned ness wadia..thankfully he didnt come on the show so they survived the rough patch...

now can't stress ma cerebral hemisphere no more for more couples..but seriously kjinjo, what's with your show and break ups man?i really feel bad for you mama (no am not referring to you as my mom but just a term of endearment..thought you might need it after all )...who knows what kinda voodoo is going on there...better check that out and see if you can negate the curse man...

but i must say i louve that boy...he could be so damn sarcastic with that goofy smile on his face and oh bleddy cheeky and nobody would guess...and what's best about him?he's a brilliant businessman...he does, what ekta mercilessly does to us on small screen, on a much larger platform and still successfully brings home the moolah!!!!guess donald trump could take a few lessons from our very own desi kjinjo trump ;) and for all those who didn't know, here's a latest discovery i made on the boy and would love to give him complete credit for...the fact that he can actually dance...he aint ur hrithik roshan or prabhudeva but man he CAN dance!!!!

Disclaimer:if i have been rude or have been 'politcally rude' i am so sorry that i do not absolutely what so ever intend to apologize for that...i truly believe in freedom of expression...therefore i encourage you to exercise yours and leave comments behind..and even if you choose to leave behind the choicest of expletives i assure you to read them with my eyes shut tight and accept it maganimously!!!

until next time....hasta luega

It Must Be Love Though It Isn't

ok...you will find below the lyrics to Don Williams' song 'It Must Be Love-' now before you jump to any conclusions i haven't had the fortune of meeting a wonderful young man and thinking 'oh!it must be love' (blush! blush!)-i would really appreciate it though if there was a caring and sympathetic and most importantly a wise soul out there who would take the trouble of elucidating what does 'a wonderful young man' really mean-because in this tiny life of mine, i haven't really met a MAN, i mean they are more boys-then if i end up meeting someone who is almost there to being a 'man' he aint wonderful or young-now really don't wanna get into the details and explain how if he is wonderful he aint young or a man or if he is young he aint wonderful or a man-wait guess i just did get into the dynamics of the equation-anyways coming back to the matter on hand which actually is the song, i am posting it coz i can only see love in songs such as these (i mean the word is there in the lyrics, printed right in front of you when you read them)-nah!!!don't you dare label me a cynic just by reading the above few lines-i am not being a cynic rather am being a practical romantic-
it will be a little difficult to understand all that's been written above but hey don't worry-when you don't have a career, when your love life is beyond non-existent, when you leave the city you live in and shift for a month and a half to a city you thought you detested your entire life and grow to liking it, and when the heat there burns your skin, trust me you will achieve the zen that i have successfully achieved in this 'ripe young' age of mine (feel like some fruit-maybe avocado)-
ok enough of all ma gyan- find below ma fav song of the day :)

IT MUST BE LOVE
- don williams

First I get cold, then hot
Think I'm on fire, but I'm not
Oh, what a pain I've got
It must be love


There's nothing I can do
All that I want is you
Look what I'm going through
It must be love


CHORUS:
It must be love, it must be love
I fall like a sparrow, fly like a dove
You must be the dream, I've been dreamin' of
Oh what a feeling, it must be love


Something is wrong alright
I think of you all night
Can't sleep til morning light
It must be love


Seeing you in my dreams
Holding you close to me
Oh what else can it be
It must be love

I, ME AND MA QUIRKS- TA DA!!!!

guess it's the world aishu blog day today or rather was yesterday and continues today...little confused with the time factor?ok...lemme try and help you out with this one though am no genius when it comes to temporal concepts...you see its 4.11Am 23/July/08 and i haven't slept a wink since i got up at 10.10AM on the 22/July/08...so ma tuesday has smoothly flowed into ma wednesday and ma wednesday still feels like yesterday...hmmm guess thats how clear and rational ma thinking is at this hour of the morning ;) the birds were chirping...when they stopped the dogs started barking...the a/c, the ceiling fan and the table fan-all three seem to be immensely enjoying their conspiratorial 'jugalbandi'...ma eyes are bloody tired and burning...but my mind is working relentlessly even at this hour...what does that mean?that i have a healthy and well functioning brain...

went to the airport to pick up my uncle...saw people from various walks of life there...and as i sat there waiting and swatting that determined fly off ma nose i kept looking at people and attributed them with an imaginary story of life to each...but again, i only did this to those who looked interesting or god looking...saw so many 'phirangs' there...every time i saw one i convinced myself that my heart was skipping a beat...(yea right and to think i wrote what i wrote today or rather yesterday)...i had half a mind to hold a placard like all the cab drivers were holding that said 'INDIAN BEAUTY WANTS PHOREN BOY-HEIGHT AND WEIGHT NO PROBLEM-COLOR OBVIOUSLY WHITE-BANK BALANCE IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE-SHOULD BE BIG ENOUGH TO GIVE BILL GATES .07689% INSECURITY-IF YOU MANAGE TO POSSESS SUCH ATTRIBUTES I AM YOUR WIFE WAITING WITH A CARD AND A HEART TO EQUAL YOU BANK ACCOUNT'...man i sound like such an eloquent loser...who would have thought?meanwhile i also counted the number of iron rods that made the barricades..all in multiples of three...

and that reminded me of one of ma quirks...i used to think before doing a job a number that was a multiple of three.and if it went by what i had kept fixed in my head i used to think what i wished for would come true...for example, if i finished surfing 99 channels in 3 minutes, the guy i truly loved.....wait....lets change that to the jerk i truly loved once upon a time would call me up...crazy things like that...something else...from the age of 10 r 11 i just suddenly knew, not even desired or wanted, to marry a french guy...now why french and why at that age i dunno...it baffles me even today though it is a spaniard now ;) oh here's another quirk (it is i think)...i just know words...how i dunno...like i had words in ma head such as bazooka and babushka...now bazooka happens to be a kinda cannon or some weapon used by the armies during world war 2...babushka is a russian word for an old lady or the scarf worn by old russian women...i have no idea what so ever how i got those words in my head...so this is what i think i know of me...in my previous birth i must have been an old russian lady who used a bazooka to keep stray dogs away from her garden or an old russian lady killed by a shot from the bazooka as the soldier who was using it was under training or they used to decorate a bazooka with a babooshka and i must have been the soldier who did it...man did i have an interesting life or what!!!!

okie dokes...the plastic stool am sitting on seems to be making ma rear end feel like stone...moreover i have said enough about me and little more would be detrimental to ma social health...need to try and see if i can see a sunrise in chennai though i would rather not as the sun burns me throughout the day...hmmmm....if only wishes were horses
psst...what does that last line mean bha?

IT'S COMPLICATED!!!

i am complicated...and somehow saying this gives me a clarity like no other...my emotions are complicated, my ideas are complicated, my thinking is complicated, my life in short is complicated.. not that am complaining...but by spelling all this out i am actually wondering if it is going to help me sort out the mess that i might have very skillfully created for myself...first of all...be wise enough to learn from your friends' mistakes...she told me not to do it but guess what?i just went and did it anyway...i dunno if i did it coz i was blind and stupid or was just being a good friend and wanted her to have some company..nevertheless the mistake was given a rebirth...i am now able to empathize with her...i know what she went through...perversely am also happy to have her for company...
next never keep tripping in and out of love...i mean if you fall in love, i mean fall really hard in love, trust me it works better...see, i fell in love with this guy once...and it took me 5 bloody years to get outta that chap..the point here is that yup i was hurt when it all ended but also i had some really genuine and nice fond memories to cherish and had something to take back...now, for the past 2 years i have been tripping in and out of love...the point is, coz i don't fall real hard for these chaps i am just getting outta one relationship and bang!!!am into the next one...and the sad part here is that you get to do this with men who really aren't your type...and also the sad thing is that you don't have any nice memories to cherish..you are most often than not regretting the whole relationship, your choice in men and most importantly your ability to pick out good people...right now i don't think i will make a good choice if i had to choose a guy...
very recently i came to this deduction that like we have disposable cups, plates, bags and even underwear, we also have a new set to the disposable lot...disposable friends...now don't be shocked when you read this coz if you sit down for a moment and think about it we have all had someone, at least one person as a disposable friend and been one to another...but i realized that its all in my head...i mean if i choose to look at it that way it is the reality...but with the power of my mind i can change that reality into something more pleasant and thats what i did...its ok for me to have been a disposable friend to someone as long as i was the friend in need to him/her...
now when life really became 'complicated' this is what i did...i packed ma bags and just headed outta the city i lived in...i got the solitude i was longing for...a solitude that helped me spend more time with myself and enjoy me...in all that had happened to me the past 6 years, i had somehow lost bits and pieces and fragments of me..now i can see clearly how much of me i had lost and realize that i am slowly able to find all the pieces to the 'me jig-saw puzzle' and am filling it all up!!!funny i look but know what, i look ME!!!

is this just yet another rant of mine???

i never thought or could have preempted that growing up and being an adult would be this difficult and at times torturous...i have no idea why i would have thought otherwise..guess it was ma childlike innocence and naivety that made me think otherwise...when you take your first step you have someone holding you to help you balance..but when you take your first real step into this adult world there is no one to support you or no one out there holding his arms out ready to hold you lest you fall, give a big warm hug and tell you that 'hey its OK!!!we take it one step at a time'...maybe expecting this again is being childlike...as a child i was worried about ma basic needs...today i am worried about how to support ma basic needs..fair enough..but along with genuine worries such as the same, i have worries about what the world around me thinks of me, have i done ma job well enough to earn myself the reward of a promotion, do i have the necessary brands in ma wardrobe that raises me in the eyes of the world at large, a world that forgets to even notice the person wrapped up in such superficial accolades...i would understand if you stop to think as you are reading this whether i am over analysing the stimuli around me...perhaps i am...yet i do wish i had some of these questions answered...as a kid loneliness could have been an alien from a planet yet to be unearthed for all i cared...today it sticks by me like we are best pals...as a kid people around me made me happy...today they make me wary, keeping me alert pondering over what their next move is and what are their intentions...this world out here is so harsh and cold that the thought of staying isolated away from people in an igloo somewhere up the north pole would make me feel warmer than i do sitting in this tropical country...i do understand that it isn't all bad as i seem to be making of it...but life has bestowed on me some very harsh lessons that fail me in appreciating the good that happens...i have indeed grown to be the woman i am today, come into my own and even get strong enough that i possibly could support a multitude of people emotionally, but i always wonder where does that leave me?where do i go from here on?i dunno and i dunno why...

say hi to your tooth fairy ;)

have you ever imagined what life would have been if waxing as a technique for hair removal hadn't been discovered and one had to pluck each hair out from your hands and legs with the help of the tweezers? argh!!!!too painful to even imagine..but i just realized am enduring something worse forget imagining it...i am undergoing root canal treatment...trust me you have to run to your dentist or rather you will run to your dentist the moment you are done with this post...
now what is root canal? for the blessed ones who are yet to endure this trauma, let me explain the medical condition to the best of ma abilities...now your tooth is hollow within and nah!!there aint gas in there. it has nerves within...now why hollow and how nerves within? (you have the nerve to ask that question in your head ;) ) imgine this fragile swaraoski crystal rose plant in a glass case...yeah yeah keep wishing...it aint that beautiful but the equation is more or less similar..so neways the issue with root canal is that these oh-so-delicate nerves get infected and its time to clean the crap outta your mouth (hey am just being figurative here..no need to screw up thy face) to do this they would have to drill a hole on th surface of your tooth to enter the hollow..and then the cleaning procedure begins..man i felt like this bathroom tile who was being scrubbed clean coz it hadnt been cleaned for years on end..but i must add that ma dentist is like god to me..the only man who always elicits the same reaction from me when i meet him, as in ma jaws drop wen i see him each time and am drooling all over..one lucky soul on earth must say..but yeah he is briliant at his job and thereore i needen't worry about loosing one of ma pearly whites prematurely though the procedure when is happening makes me plead wth god to make the tooth disappear...
know i am fixating on this whole root canal treatment..but hey for someone who ran the opposite direction when you took the D of Dentist, this feels like climbing mount everest without any capabilities, be it physical or in ma case mentally...today i feel so liberated and euphoric that i think i should have sat at the dentist's instead of ma counsellor's couch...and the best thing is that alongwith my tooth even ma head seems to be clearing up..
and folks do this today coz if you ignore like i did then you too might have to empty half your savings..aint worth it...
any doubts, clarifications, suggestions or advice required in this matter please feel free to consult yours truly..................

P.S. hmmm aint too confident over the root canal spelling..but really who cares eh? dont even if you have a tendency to do so...understood?

present to become past soon as it will enter the future

another year is about to end in the two hours sixteen minutes. another year that has passed by with no significant change that would later make me want to reminisce the year. i jumped from one agency to another to carry on the same job that i started with and also hated the most. i got to re-connect with friends i had lost over the years. i made some new ones and soaked in the glory of old ones like wine. i made some new ones as well. overall it seems to be a decent year. and yet there's this void that does not allow me to be content.

i want to write so much, yet the conscience within me is tying me down with heart wrenching chords not allowing me to express myself. i don't think i can on a public medium nor do i think i ever will. growing old i never knew was this perennial board exams that one always had to give. writing has always come easily to me but i suddenly find myself inarticulate and intellectually challenged.

the coming year seems to be approaching near and very fast. it's this baby that is not ready to wait its full term but is all eager and enthusiastic to enter this world. if only it knew what it has to witness. hey hold on!!!!!if i want to have a blast the coming year, i need to be positive right.

yeah now thats very important. i do believe that the coming year also holds a lot of expressed and unspoken promises. if all goes well i should be able to realize my dream. i should be able to get my footing somewhere in the process of defining myself and my identity. this 'about to be past' year has definitely brought moments f joy and moments of sadness. the one thing that i can never get over is ma loss of simba. without him i feel somewhat bereft. he knows as much as i do that we both are there for each other and that neither will forget the other ever. 'i miss you love. may your soul rest in peace my baby ;(.'

just a couple of more hours for me to get into the next train in the journey of my life. i dunno how many stops are we going to stop at this time. some bring happiness and the others something morose. overall it is truly a journey of life. i think now am all ready emotionally to experience yet another roller-coaster ride.

so here's to one and all who have read my blog and encourage me to write more and who really care for me and love me!!!!!!thanks a million!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

have a very very very happy new year!!!!!!!!!!!!