Starters and More!!!

All the characters, role models and mumblings jotted in this piece are for real and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive, of any feeling is definitely deliberate and steadfast

Now I can officially be tagged as the weekend consultant!!! To the total antipodal of what the potpourri section of a page-3 glossy features, instead of being in a Mariott or a Hyatt whiplashing to the latest 50 cent or Darude number I was cross-tabulating product-wise profiles for a sector that is not even a sunrise one and is plummeting into troubled waters......well not that shaking a leg or two is my way of spending a weekend..its juss that I miss the option of doing sthing like that anymore...u knw the way how Meg Ryan in "When Harry met Sally" feels after she has broken up with her 5 yr bf and on being asked if she misses him..she says to her fren that she does not really miss him, but she misses the idea of a guy like him..juss like me, not that i really miss-miss weekends, i juss miss the idea of having one..when the art of power dressing on a Saturday night picking up the latest fades gives way to how to multi-task holding calls of clients and trying to bring up a straight face amidst drowsy ppt sessions..LONG LIVE THE CONSULT WORLD!!!! the only saving grace, ..hmmm...errrr... aehmmm...well will divulge it once i get to knw whats the silver lining( ok i may be exag a bit like a typical robert ludlum piece but thats where the fun in writin is na )

Like any other story of the West Side after much needed melodrama and cribbing starts the part where the protagonist goes a bit Descartes or a modern day Saki and tries to impression like a Raphael of the day gone by and the key influencers...was revisitng a movie called 'Veer Zaara' and like always it still gives me goose-bumps and brings on the what-if factor into the picture..the kind of love portrayed there, one might say is highly unlikely in these days of bluetooth-3G connectivity and cocktail bacchanalia but what if one can achieve sthing similar of that order. The amnt of sacrifice and unsullied love shown in the movie might have been out-of-place and imaginary but i bet smne somehwre out there also feels abt smne the same way Veer felt for Zaara and vice-versa...I mean, who wud have thought of man flying befre the Wright brothers made good use ot bernoulli's eqns or the way ppl thought birth was by default God's own right before things like Dolly and all startd popping out of nowhre..when we can think of stem cells doing wonders, us being not-alone in the universe( though i have to admit am sceptical of the SETI program ) do we not keep a glimmer of hope that there are certain things like what the movie showed that exist or can happen to ppl like us...

We are at a time when the latest radio bars have come up arnd the Colaba in Mumbai where u can have blind dates and keep changing dates each day; a time when a VJ becomes an Agent Love trying to play cupid and in the pretext of fixing up a pair together,she calls herself "Lady Love"..isnt it time that we stopped using the word 'L' altogether..cause if making one go thru the conveyer belt of a Habib's->Manish Malhotra->l'oreal make-up->prada accessories->dine at the Geoffrey's is an idea of setting up two ppl and calling it love then somewhere down the line we seem to have mistaken dates for sthing else.gosh...
If one goes thru Gabriel Garcia's "Love in the time of Cholera" one wud find that a person had the will in him to wait for his valentine for more than half a century..by that same time-frame Liz wud have had a full rugby team of hubbies...novel it is, we read it, feel senti but unlike wat a certain Mr. Bacon said centuries ago find it difficult to devour it..reason being either/or/neither of: no time,no motivation,do not believe in it, believe in it but think its a hadrian's wall,never met never will,been-there-done-that eshtyle...etc....but the kind of feeling and emotions one goes thru like a Veer or a Zaara is sthing that is totally celestial..among a bunch of guys this topic might be out of scope and not relevnt as the affinity is not even covanent-bonded in this case but am sure at some part of the juxtapostion of our arteries we sure wish, even terse what if i were to experience sthing like this..tht moment may or might not come but the anticipation is always there..

We all like songs, some of us hum, some croon, some try to relate at times..i try to relate at some discrete moments to certain songs..ever wondered why do we like certain songs, is it because we relate or like to relate to it or like all dreamers we are all in search of finding our neverland.I will sign off with one of my wonderlands..ok befre i leave, juss one that disturbed me when I heard Martin Luther say in a rather gloomy History channel piece

"If one cannot pin point or figure out one thing in life that is worth dying for, then there is little value in life as is living for"

Look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster

You know you went off like a devil in a church in the middle of a crowded room

All we can do, my love is hope we don't take this ship down

The Space Between where you're smiling high is where you'll find me if I get to go

The Space Between the bullets in our firefight

Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you

The rain that falls splash in your heart ran like sadness down the window into...

The Space Between our wicked lies

Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand cause we're walking out of here

Oh, right out of here love is all we need here

The Space Between what's wrong and right

Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you

The Space Between your heart and mine

Is the space we'll fill with timeThe Space Between...

A slightly demented N