Tuesday, August 27, 2013

'Close Enough' - The Haiku Couplet

- I looked up and the eyes met….
Battle over mate
The Joker had trolled ” …..

- I flashed…
"He" gawked in ire …
The Battery died soon after

* Posted for  Haiku Heights #273 - Bat

Sunday, August 25, 2013

“Brother, this never happened”- The Blood-Marred Thriller....

“Mandy, I wish…I could kiss you right now… the punk was deeply absorbed in her eyes….his grip had transformed into an inflexible ligature by then.

I could sense her extent of discomfort, “the gripe”; there was very little I could do.

 But surprisingly, she didn't protest. Her reaction was rather invigorating.

“Take it easy Mike”….She calmly shoved him away as the waiter turned around the corner and gently served the Sauvignon–brimming-pair. She looked beautiful, bathed in the reddish-yellow faded tinge…..

Well, then what was I doing there?

Overhearing conversations could be termed as licentious, but then, as far as I’m concerned, the essence of extricating a stimulating series of random information is quite driving force. I wasn’t a keen listener in my school days because of the simple fact that I wanted to be “different” ; I never wanted to replicate my nerdy classmates who paid attention just for the sake of it. My report card had always invited a “red sparklet” adjacent to the “response in the class” segment because I just wanted act “opposite” of the general postulates; but then, I’d been perversely attracted towards the “inconsequential” predicaments, “gorging” on them exultantly. Those bits and pieces of information appeal to me more than anything else, I am in a committed relationship with the sense of “incompleteness”, because that propels me…it inspires me to hunt for those disjointed clues and merge them together to “synthesize sense”. The concept of “snooping around” doesn't bear a negative implication in my dictionary. Yes, I thrive on the principle of “Chaos having an underlying order”…I have modified the phrase to suit my prodigious purpose!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Madras Cafe: "Decoding Bloodshed"....

Well then! Those posters would have been trampled all along by the enthusiastic mob making way to the those stats and figures that state “top-gross collection”, “record breaking box-office jackpot” and other illustrious facts. I guess these multiplexes have run out of their “pop-corn” supply over the last couple of weekends, but then Shoojit Sircar had perhaps envisaged a “moral victory” harvesting on the trails of the so called “block-buster” Chennai Express.

It was a surprisingly deserted assembly at the Cinemax, Mani Square, on Saturday, 24th August 2013…effectively, the very next day post the movie release. I guess, it’s a gross misnomer to define it as a “movie”, “judicious documentation” would perhaps be the perfect terminology. I have always been inclined towards an art-from that depicts the true face of reality; Madras Café formulates an intransigent bridge between reality, its related facts and the essence of fiction. These facts, unspoken to some extent, portray the darkest side of the Indian political history…the thrilling delineation of a “bureaucratic upheaval” did open up ends….it does unveil a “story” that ripped through the Nation in the early 90’s.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

'The Evidence' ~ The 55 Word Shave

At the stroke of midnight…a cutting cacophony drilled through the creepy backyard. It was almost a quotidian abhorrence; the cloaking charade perturbed the tenants...

And silence prevailed soon after......

The inquisitive minds followed those rancid trails.....

“Scott Manger, World Archaeological Society”….the Sheriff read out as he picked up the “evidence” lying beside the lightning-gutted corpse!

* This is a work of fiction & doesn't bear resemblance with any person, living or dead. The "image' is NOT fictitious though !
**  This post is my second attempt at the 55-Fiction Genre. I found it really really interesting.
*** This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda !

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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The Telegraph Food Guide Awards 2013: Felicitating Connoisseurs

Given a choice, what would you opt for? Ahem....no stress, we're pretty sure of the answer.
“Can I have a blue lagoon please?” – The tall and lanky figure declared as he headed over to the “plugged “bar close to the entrance. It was almost like the mad-rush in-front of a certain Priya cinemas on the release date.

“White wine for me…” – and the crowd hesitantly made way for the radiantly charming “Tolly-luminary”.

One thing was for sure, the die-hard foodies did “re-fuel” themselves from time to time as the essence of worship-ping the “food-architects” loomed high! And when the “stars” illuminated the ‘private galaxy’, it was pretty evident that the City of Joy was ready to relish the coveted Gourmet Endeavor

Well, the star-studded enterprise on a “Khooni” Monday evening celebrating the ” The Telegraph Food Guide Awards, 2013 ” at Galaxy, The Park Hotel did depict the “Flavor of Kolkata” alright. The light-hearted atmosphere mingled with the touch of elegance and varnished with the delectable aroma was perhaps a passionate foodie’s fervent hunting ground. However the event that was aimed at gratifying an assortment of talented “culinary artists”, did offer a LOT more than expected.

That's what magnetized us to the core...the perfect hunting ground for foodies....
We could sense the anticipation in the crowd as Anupam Roy stepped on to the stage; it was perfectly a lyrical start to the magnanimous event that harvested the nitty-gritty of food to its granular level.

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Vagabond ~ An Ode to Freedom

I sighted a random punk…
Shadow-boxing in open air..
Those punches were misdirected..
Those punches were “misleading”….
Yet the intensity was astonishing.
His pain oozing down the curve of life…
His exaggerated “glare” ….
His incessant impish blabber….
Evinced the vehement antagonism…
Reflected those chores of surfeit…
Depicted his unrestrained demur…
Vitreous and revealing!

Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Dirty Side ~ 55 Word Cliffhanger.

I hunted frantically through the stack of files in pursuit of rationale! There was something definitely missing in the carnage. It was an outlandish evanescence. Yes!

The unbiased audit report seemed to have taken a dogmatic bend. “The authorization” was deliberately tampered; shabby in content yet neatly sealed, with a freshly drawn cheque peeping out!

* This is a pure work of fiction and doesn't bear resemblance with any person, living or dead. The "image" is the aftermath....
**  This post is my first attempt at the 55-word story initiative. Found it pretty interesting, and invariably hopped in!
*** This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda !

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Friday, August 9, 2013

I boarded the Chennai Express...Did you?

Well, the twitter trends did suggest a mammoth throng…the expectation was insurmountable to compliment the initial out-burst. The “lungi-dance”, as projected as a symbolic representation, would perhaps send in an askew note…because the soul of the movie, as I managed to comprehend, was embedded somewhere else.

Well, this is NOT really a review of sorts, but I hereby present a set of disconnected statements which when connected together, might sound conclusive. Let’s put ourselves in other’s shoes for the time being and draw a cumulative conclusion.

“I clapped because I felt that there was enough in the movie to keep us interested” – asserted the co-viewer. One thing is for sure; “whatever it was”, the general feeling was that of a “paisa-vasool”! Let’s explore.

“OMG, I can’t believe that SRK is so fit and agile even in this age”- the 15 year old looked fascinated when the “King” literally creamed the dance floor on the beats of 1, 2, 3. (Nope I’m not referring to an envisaged guest appearance in the “Maduri-scorcher”). Yes she rightly acknowledged SRK’s animated yet spirited show.

“She looks like a typical South Indian damsel” – giggled the 35-ish lady sitting beside me. Deepika, you have NO idea how big a compliment that is. It did certify that you ACTUALLY fitted into the groove perfectly. I can’t dare to differ; a movie that has been fabricated on the religion called “SRK-ism”, needed someone who could add that bit of cushion…Deepika did brilliant, I feel.

“This language sounds cute, I even managed to follow it in bits & pieces….*Proud*” – chucked a “cute” little teenager during the interval (Don’t you feel the same pinch? Of course I was skeptical). Yes, in-spite of its repetitive application, the language, thankfully, didn’t appear “impermeable”.

“Heard that SRK did actually carry Deepika in his arms and traversed those painful miles in an ascending motion…” – My “information central” pal apprized. *Blah!* I have never paid heed to those boring statistics. Nevertheless, these bits and pieces of information do hold good in terms of authenticity.

“I can TELL you right now, how this movie’s gonna end” –My nerdy associate seemed to have turned on his “predictive mode”. Well, I couldn’t really disagree. There “had to be” a self-initiated head-on jolt towards the end.

“But then, the ‘melodious representation’ was witty in its own way….sounded awkward, but it was fun…we relived good old moments….” – My cousin made an attempt to divulge into details; he was stopped midway by the grumpy 70 year old sitting right in-front of us. He was perhaps making a thorough note of the “infinitesimal number of flaws” in Deepika’s recently acquired accent or the disgrace propounded by the expression-less Tamilian Don- inconsequential really, in the bigger scheme of things.

“Take me to the spot where the Chennai Express halted midway” – The statement was an exhibit to Shomik’s coveted paparazzo instinct. Indeed so; it’s amicable how they managed to dig out such unique and exquisite locations in the Southern core. Even the village where the duo halted mid-way was eye-candy to say the least. The music could have been better though.

“This is different and quite refreshing after the likes of Raanjhanaa and Lootera”- The “lady in orange” rightly pointed out. This film cannot be judged or compared on the scale of “depth and finesse” or in the “hatke” terms. It is a indeed package of sorts- entertainment, humor, comedy, love, subtle romance, bewilderment, impulsive “encounters”, action, face-offs, “untimely realizations” and a moderately happy-yet-predictable ending.

And well….”I think the soul of the movie was in ‘its soul’ “- I felt like clapping on this one though. Yes, the age-old “break-the-caste-and-religion-barrier” axiom seemed was the pivotal perspective.

“This SRK has the glimmer of the projection in Chaahat…young, exuberant and determined”…..I murmured to myself. Yes I could compare the “intensity levels”; the climax did bring back memories of his “comeback” after being brutally slaughtered by Nasseruddin Shah. No worries SRK, we aren’t underestimating the power of a common man- You ain’t “common” by any stretch of imagination though!

And focusing on the impact of this movie, the under-lying Facebook update (from my friend's wall) rounds it off perfectly....

** Since I started with twitter, I guess, Rahul (SRK’s favorite on-screen name) ‘s grandpa has a twitter account too. Can anybody give me the handle-name? ;) 

My Rating:
Story-line and script- 7/10
Acting- 9/10
Camera-work- 8/10
Music- 6/10
Overall- 7.5/10

Some of the reactions posted on the social media...the "journey" has INDEED gripped the nation in full throttle! 

That's how the city of joy greeted the latest SRK dazzler.... (Courtesy - Twitter)..

The HOT-Cake (Poster)

And of course, SRK shouldn't be perturbed with such status updates; he must have booked a couple of flight tickets by now ;)

P.S. Do not forget to share your set of views in the comments section below....Much appreciated...

Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Extended Weekend Foodie Ramble ~ Flame & Grill, Kolkata

-Well, things appeared to be slightly tricky when the "Weekend & Holiday" price listing was unfurled...."Whom to select?"

There was a close call between Machan and Flame & Grill on the bustling “Eid”; but then I guess we chose the right destination. A perfect blend of the grilled enterprise combined with delectable main course scripted a perfect start to the extended weekend.  And an expenditure of INR 1250/- odd for two seemed to be a worthy affair!

- Okay...I hereby switch over to the “Baatein Kaam….Picture Zaadaa…” mode; let these "slurrrpy"  images do the talking....

You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
- Yogi Berra
There is no sincerer love than the love of food.
- George Bernard Shaw
Beware the hobby that eats. 
- Benjamin Franklin
If you really want to make a friend, go to someone's house and eat with him...
the people who give you their food give you their heart.
- Cesar Chavez
Statistics show that of those who contract the habit of eating,
very few survive.
- George Bernard Shaw
You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.
- Ronald Reagan
It's difficult to believe that people are still starving in this country because food isn't available.
- Ronald Reagan
I want my food dead. Not sick, not dying, dead...
-Oscar Wilde
A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat,
he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his 

- Leo Tolstoy
Fettucini alfredo is macaroni and cheese for adults.
- Mitch Hedberg
Man seeks to change the foods available in nature to suit his tastes,
thereby putting an end to the very essence of life contained in them.

- Sai Baba 

** This post is an exclusive continuation of the "The Signature Dining Experiences" that forms an intrinsic part of the blog!
** Click on the link provided below the image to view it's High-Resolution Version on Flickr. Do not COPY without permission.

The Meandering Path.....

The meandering path…
That led through the ponderous scheme…
The meandering path….

That was draped in sin!

The meandering path….
That diverted valor…
The meandering path….

That taught me how to adore!

The meandering path….
That led me to the “root”…..

The meandering path….
The camaraderie never showed an overshoot!

The meandering path….
That had hair-pins to cripple…
The meandering path….
That harvested a coterie of ruthless people!

The meandering path…
That disturbed the parity..!
The meandering path….
That twisted and turned the gusto of clarity!

The meandering path….
                © Sammya Brata Photography
That seemed to have an endless bend…
The meandering path….
That showed light towards the fag end!!

The meandering path…
That created and ruined with either hand…
The meandering path….
That came alive with its magic wand!

The meandering path…
That filtered the lump and chose a few….
The meandering path….
Gave me the best of consorts…
In form of YOU!

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