Destroy ,aesthetically

Scene : Marcel flicks a lit cigarette towards the pile of nitrate reel and the cigarette swirls achingly and lights up the pile.The screen bursts into flames and pandemonium ensues .Donny and Ulmer, dressed as slick Italians , let loose a string of bullets on the Nazi top brass.With Donny's eyes lit up there is absolute carnage.Shosanna , lady in red , metaphorically and literally dressed to kil,l completes her retribution .Amidst all this , smoke is billowing and Shosanna , laughs hysterically in the smoke.No one can create a scene of violence so poetic and stylish other than Tarantino.
Scene cut to, humid and hot cauldron ,people are pouring into watch the divine.But one man has other ideas.There is anticipation in the air , silence is built up , the spectators are composed and Then there is a WHIPLASH!A tracer bullet smacks the hoarding.The crowd erupts and appreciates the delightful boundary.And from then on there was no looking back, barrage of cuts , drives, pulls punishing the bowlers.Sehwag plays them all, with disdain.His shots reek of audacity , decimating any semblance of pride in the bowler.He sees a ball , he hits the ball.Simple yet effective.Yet his domination of bowlers doesnt seem brutal , his shots are laced with elegance and served with panache.I can picture Sehwag playing to the tunes of Ennio Marricone or the eye of the tiger.Class.
He pounds a bowler into total submission and despair.There is a deluge of runs.Even Muralitharan , the magician tweaker , had no answers .He bowls short , he is cut to the boundary.If he provides some flight , a step or two down the track and the cherry is sent soaring over the ropes.You bowl into him , he drives nonchalantly through the covers.The timing and power of his cover drives are so balanced , he hits sixes off inside out drives!Simply exhilarating and exquisite.Murali was literally left , finger licking good.
Sometimes i wonder ,am i watching street cricket?He is so fearless in his execution that he seems to be hitting a tennis ball.It might look like im extolling his virtues endlessly but such is the reputation and sheer talent of the man.He hits boundaries at will , i thought that happens only in EA Cricket.I am left gasping as i follow his breaking of records .But yes , he still has to cover some distance to reach the divinity of his teammate.
Its not like he is the perfect batsman.There was a period of self doubt and he was shunned by the national team.But he came back a better and mature person , cutting out some wild streaks.His 293 is forever etched in my mind .During the innings , at the end of day 2 , he look tired.Dravid on the other end advises him to defend and save it for tomorrow, the next ball there is a half hearted defense ,He looks up sheepishly and grins at Dravid.There was something serene about him.These are ominous signs.I hope he keeps riding this surf.
Tarantino signs off through Aldo raine making his "masterpiece" on Col.Landa,Sehwag , with his usual candour, says "I just hit the bad balls".

viva Espana

$ grep Harmony

March 1st .Its her birthday .Im teeming with excitement and i set off to work though its a saturday as i had a leftover task .But misfortune strikes and i lose my phone which i had kept it in my bag on the way. Aaaaaaaaaah, my beloved phone, i miss him .going ahead my day stopped and i was helpless.So i need to call up the Airtel call centre. I happened to find a "The mobile store " jus opposite to my office, which i enter seeking help to call them up .The store-guy is least bothered and he blatantly replies "i don know sir." Hmph , i decide lets head back to office n do the work ,but then a kind samaritan in the shop asks me " Is it Airtel number?".I replied"yes".Without even me askin him any thing ,he dials the toll free number and goes through the rigors of pressing n number of keys to reach the call center operator( airtel requires tat u remember some code n all) but he fails. I was about to say" its ok , i 'll leave thanx.." Immediately he tries the toll free number again and this time he gets his code right and gets through to the operator and i report my lost phone to the operator happily.Relieved that my sim was blocked , i turned to thank the good samaritan and then a conversation just conjures up .Finally sayin good bye i ask his name and he says "Ahmed " closing his helmet visor and zips off.

Whoever is reading this article might not realise the significance of this incident but i was left wondering. How is it possible for iniquity to coexist with goodwill in this world ? are they in some way symbiotic? And i asked myself a question if i would have done the same in case someone was in need?? In this frenzied selfish road trip that we have embarked upon , can we spare ten minutes for altruism? Can we ignore the disparate needs , religion , race, region that we have created? Can we place humanity above all?

:) why don we all sing along with Klaus meine --
" cause we all live under the same sun
We all walk under the same moon
Then why, why can't we live as one
'cause we all live under the same sky
We all look up at the same stars
Then why, tell me why can't we live as one...."


PS : Due to certain laziness in research "MissJudged" has been postponed to the future posts . Thnk you :).

“The Question”

Disclaimer: The author of this article places womankind on the highest pedestal of respect!!

Ahem .. A typical conversation between two samples of the fairer sex.

Here it goes..

Sample 1: “ Hey have u been following the US elections?”

Sample 2:”Oh ya, Hillary seems to have put on weight na??”

Sample 1:”But Bill still looks as handsome as ever…..

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Im not judging women by any means but I just cannot fathom their infatuation with this question –“Am I looking fat ??”.

(Simultaneously in one of the dark quarters of my brain , two grey cells converse

Grey cell1 : “dude ,why don u store her statistics so that we can help our host answer this?!! .”

Grey cell2:”No way, that’s impossible.”

Grey cell1 asks “y?” looking confused.

Grey cell2 replies”Our host’s memory is limited ,so it cannot be compromised as he needs to use it for primary functions like remember where his boxers are!!” …)

Every time someone asks me this question my grey cells abandon me and I’m left all lonely n stumped to answer it. So then I look around and answer it with help of my surroundings. This reminds of a particular ad by Reliance mobile where a wife, particularly endowed with extra amounts of adipose , poses a question to her spouse “Am I looking fat?” and that guy seems to have lost his vocabulary. There are quite a few variants to this question.It might start off with "U r lookin pale , u seem to have lost weight" !!!Gosh!!

Im not being a male chauvinist here but I just cant understand the import of this question , maybe I’m on a lower plane of iq .I’m startled and amazed when people are able to figure out the change in their comrades’ contour. I agree to a point where a person has changed radically and seems unhealthy then we can advice that person but otherwise I don see the need.Y am I writing this??

Maybe I’m irritated when someone concentrates on my favorite female tennis player’s weight rather than her game. Or maybe I see certain “health spa clinics” thriving solely on this diabolique inquiry. And there are some people who inspite of knowing the answer ask this sinister question and experience a sadistic pleasure when they see the person squirm while answering it.

Ok ok ..let me just conclude here, I suggest people don’t approach me with this question coz eventually they will be misled. Lastly , I don’t know if Hillary will become the prez but she will definitely impress her fans by losing some pounds in the process.

Hastala vista ,Ladies n Gentle men for now.

Coming up next ,the eagerly awaited:-- MisSJudged

Ow just let him be!!!

Obscene vulgar sacrilege.... Journalists are given the divine power of words but beat it guys who are u to judge .. He has toiled n run over miles n if he is rewarded he celebrates, he relishes it , hes rejuvenated only then the sweat running over his body accepts him .Each individual has his expression now who r these people to hold him back .. i just cant fathom the fact that media is making a furore over his actions .. ok by wat means did u term it vulgar, its such a relative term in this case .Spare him , look at what he's good for , focus on that guys instead of moral policing .Sreesanth is one heck of a talent , encourage rather than penning down such incisive articles.
Alright agreed he shouldn't get himself in other's way esp if its The Hulks of Cricket -Symo n Hayden but otherwise i see nothin wrong in his celebrations.Brett Lee ,Andre Nel are no cognoscente , why dont u take a look at their celebrations in their first year of cricket.Well lets talk more , The Aussies are such sad spoilsports , god imagine if the secretary of their cricket board is ashamed and starts crying hearing the comments on the nation's favorite people.Glenn McGrath ,whose bowling is as precise as passing a thread through a needle's eye, is pricked when Sarwan gets smarter than him . And supposedly they lost the ASHES '05 for being friendly , ok so now who needs alibis u know whom to ask.

Go on Sree ,dance away but make the batsmen dance first ,we like to see some competition else the beauty of the dance n cricket will go unadmired

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Mi Halcyon

Too many thots seem to be flowin out of me .. hmmm..ok it began as just a small reunion at some junked up eatout .. ended up going to a guzzler downin 4 mugs of beeeeeeeeeer and my first shot of vodka.. n then it hit me or "heat " me.. at that instant i felt warm once that queer liquid enterd my oesophagus.. i didnt feel anything else happenin in the sense i felt normal .. there was just a slight delay of 5 millisec between my vision n brain.. i guess it happens "jitter" effect u know .. but i was pretty sane but feeling really nice to be back with all my buddies .. poof memories returned i smiled , laughed, felt tickled but tat was all inside me .. these things werent displayed physically.. then it was all same old banter we all do wit our buddies .. seriously i was feeling great when my frnd was drivin me back home.. 1st time got home drunk not exactly thrashed though n ur best frnd leaves u home wat more do u want.. then i hit my bed driftin into a lush paddyfield farm at dusk with the sky overcast walkin over cobbled stones with my hands holdin her cold and fragile yet assuring fingers , leading her to i don know where.. watching her all along,watchin her lissom hair trying to wrap over her face but in vain as she held them back in their place like a mom tryin t0 discipline her stubborn 5yr old sweetly .. n then we just sat on the wild grass pricking me thru my jeans but i liked tat also .. there was a stupid insect troubling her so had to shoo it away .. her delicate shoulder ,draped with her fragant hair ever so peaceful, beckonin me to rest my head.. i just rested without a care on this world gazing thru an ethereal glow..i was totally disarmed,tender n helpless relative to all the elements of nature around us but nothin could take this away from me n i jus knew that .. the moment was endless or so i thought until my stupid cell woke me up:-/(so it wasnt nature another of man's stupid creation spoilin my time) ..i woke up high n dry like i i had been put on flight flying me to stratospheric heights of ecstacy n i had to crash land.. That was my "Halcyon"...just Beautiful ....

Wats in a name??

Well my first post huh... to start off let me explain y the name "CRyppled " .. tat emerged from a mutated string function i guess.. Ok don think im weird geek..
Actually I was reading this book "The Brothers Karamazov"--Fyodor Dostoevsky (One of my favorite author coz he's as confused as me) and he quotes--"Man is a Mystery:if u spend ur entire life tryin to puzzle it out ,then do not say that u have wasted ur time .I occupy myself with this mystery because i want to be a man." ..so thinking about it i sometimes wonder what are we after all.. who makes this heart of ours pump the blood ??.. when a person dies y cant we just replace it with a mechanical pump n get her/him started all over again?? ..if u ask me im a "crypt" which i can never decipher n this leaves me "crippled"..so mutated_sring(crypt,crippled)= "CRyppled" //ignore syntax

Holy mother i should start writin a book!!