MTV Tickr!

lol.i love the mtv tickr!its in a word-fantabulous!
totally sarcastic,hilarious and amazingly fun.
here's a revied of Jaane tu Ya Jaane na...

6 SEP '08 movie screeningTICKR MOVIE SCREENING - JAANE TU YA JAANE NA
Take your popcorn and be ready for the show - spoilers ahead!
We save your money so you don't have to watch JAANE TU YA JAANE NA - it's already old now!
Rats, Meow & their friends are crying because her cat died.
Meow speaks... even cries in Tamil accent
Gaana No. 1 - Rats sings a song so that Aditi can has de!
Naseeruddin Shah is dead but he's still speaking from his picture frame "You can take a Rathod out of Ranjhore but you can't take Ranjhore out of a Rathod"
Rats takes panga with college bully, but cons the bully into paying for a soft drink
Gaana No. 2 - Pappu can't Dance saala but Rats can!
Pratik Babbar enters, Meow chases him all over the house. Don't worry, he is her bro!
Meow's Mummy-Papa ask Rats to marry her. Both say they're "just friends"
Both decide to find soulmates for each other.
Meow finds a girl for Rats.
Two cowboys bring their horses to a club and create a ruckus - we should've guessed they're Sallu's brothers.
What's this? This is a Tickr, not some goddamn line scrolling at the bottom of your TV
Meow is jealous. Pratik Babbar paints. Meow finds a guy who's a drunken Kung Fu Panda
What's this? This is the Tickr.. we told you already!
"Meow, this one's for you" says Mr. Kung Fu Panda. Dance follows with sad song
Rats realises he loves Meow and breaks up with Ms. What's this? while Mr. Kung Fu Panda slaps Meow
Rats goes to Mr. Kung Fu Panda and punches him twice.
Naseeruddin Shah smiles
Meow realises she has to study too and leaves for US.
Rats does her peecha, breaking airport security and causing unnecessary melodrama
"Tera mujhse hai pehle ka naata koi..."
Both Rats & Meow come back from their honeymoon. The End

oh my god.no one could have given a better filmy review!
oh and here's stuff about the Indo-US nuclear deal :
TICKR KNOWLEDGE: Things You Should Know About The Nuclear Deal
Only 5 and a half people know exactly what the nuclear deal is all about. You are not one of them.
To clarify misconceptions, the Tickr tells you what the nuclear deal does not mean.
The nuclear deal does NOT allow you to throw nuke-bombs at random countries you don't like. Sunny Deol, please note.
The nuclear deal does NOT mean you have a new firecracker to play with this Diwali.
A nuclear explosion is NOT what happened to Amitabh in the The Last Lear.
The nuclear deal does NOT mean the Tickr will not joke about Harman Baweja.
The nuclear deal is not why Salman is going mad in Hello.
The nuclear deal does not mean you have a new way to get rid of your boss/teacher/professor.
The nuclear deal does not mean other countries are afraid of India. Except Bangladesh.
Himesh, Shiney Ahuja, Hello, Hijack, Karzzzz etc means other countries are afraid of India.
Q.China was against India getting the Nuclear deal. What did Indian diplomats do to convince them?
A.They gave the Chinese the angry Bobby Deol expression
lol.thats great.
oh and here's tickr's how to:
Tired of nightmares about not being able to cross the road?
TICKR HOW TO: Cross The Road
1. Push a friend on to the middle of the road. Traffic will screech to a halt. Cross over
2. Dress in a Zebra costume and just walk across. Everyone has to wait when there is a Zebra crossing
3. Get tall stilts and walk over the traffic. Make sure you point at the cars and smirk. Doesn't work with trucks
4. Take your shirt off and act like a gorilla. Everyone will think you are Salman Khan and stop for autographs. Cross over
5. Ask the chicken for advice. It has done this a lot
6. Find a giant pogo stick. Use it. Watch out for flying superheroes
7. Go to mountains in Japan and meet Kung-Fu masters. They teach you to jump long distances. We've seen it in films
8. Go to mountains in Tibet and meet Buddhist monks. They will teach you to wait patiently for the signal
9. Wear a T-Shirt that says, "I am gay". People will slow their vehicles down to peer at you. Cross over. If it doesn't work, try the "You are gay" shirt
10. Drink that energy drink which gives you wings!
haha.catch the mtv tickr at whatever time on mtv.its more than worth a few laughs.

The Highwayman

The Highwayman,by Alfred Noyes,was one of the first poems i learnt and appreciated,in the 7th.the vivid picture,the beauty of the landlord's daughter(Bess) and the striking persona of the highwayman entice sympathy,affection and some sort of pity.Bess' sacrifice at the end is really well portrayed.and damn that stupid Tim.i rank this as amongst one of the well-written poems o love...

The Highwayman :

I

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding—

Riding—riding—

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,

A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;

They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,

His pistol butts a-twinkle,

His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.


Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,

And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;

He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,

Bess, the landlord's daughter,

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.


And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked

Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;

His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,

But he loved the landlord's daughter,

The landlord's red-lipped daughter,

Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,

But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;

Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,

Then look for me by moonlight,

Watch for me by moonlight,

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."


He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,

But she loosened her hair i' the casement!

His face burnt like a brand

As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;

And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,

(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)

Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

II

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;

And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,

When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,

A red-coat troop came marching—

Marching—marching—

King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.


They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,

But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;

Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!

There was death at every window;

And hell at one dark window;

For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.


They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;

They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!

"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.

She heard the dead man say—

Look for me by moonlight;

Watch for me by moonlight;

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!

She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!

They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,

Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,

Cold, on the stroke of midnight,

The tip of one finger touched it!

The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!

Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,

She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;

For the road lay bare in the moonlight;

Blank and bare in the moonlight;

And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;

Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?

Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,

The highwayman came riding,

Riding, riding!

The red-coats looked to their priming!

She stood up, straight and still!


Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!

Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!

Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,

Then her finger moved in the moonlight,

Her musket shattered the moonlight,

Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.


He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood

Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!

Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear

How Bess, the landlord's daughter,

The landlord's black-eyed daughter,

Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.


Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,

With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!

Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,

When they shot him down on the highway,

Down like a dog on the highway,

And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,

When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

A highwayman comes riding—

Riding—riding—

A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;

He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;

He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,

Bess, the landlord's daughter,

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

ajeeb dastan hai ye

अजीब दास्ताँ हैं ये
this is an absolutely beautiful song.heart-wrenchingly beautiful and poignant.
sung by Lata Mangeshkar,and from the movie "दिल अपना और प्रीत परायी" (1960),its sad and in a way,a kind of a i-sincerely-hope-you-and-that-girl-make-it-really-happen.and it fits into any kindo of love equation,and thats goddamn why it gets to you।every line,every word,somehow seems to remind you of something you felt for someone at sometime...

अजीब दास्ताँ है ये
कहाँ शुरू कहाँ ख़तम
ये मंजिले हैं कौन सी ना वोह समझ सके ना हम


ये रौशनी के साथ क्यूँ धुआ उठा चिराग से
ये ख्वाब देखती हूँ मैं की जग पड़ी हूँ ख्वाब से


मुबारकें तुम्हे की तुम किसी के नूर हो गए
किसी के इतने पास हो की सबसे दूर हो गए

किसी का प्यार लेके तुम नया जहाँ बसाओगे
ये शाम जब भी आएगी तुम हमको याद आओगे

अजीब दास्ताँ हैं ये
कहाँ शुरू कहाँ ख़तम
ये मंजिले हैं कौनसी ना वोह समझ सके न हम ...

Reading...Andromeda Strain

The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton is thereby pronounced as geniusly written,amazing book!its absolute madness what USA is capable of doing - the way it spends money - and i mean billions and billions! (and im talking about the '60's!!) on things that they think will be consequential.and the way they end up covering it all.absolute craziness!but u have to credit the us of a with one thing -secrecy!oh man...the intelligence,the way they hide things,especially from the threat of russia,and now china...fantastic.thats the word.
anyway,im not upto writing a review on it right now,though id definitely say its a must read!
cheers

ode to friends

this was a poem id written AGES(ok. 4 years back) back for a friend.im putting it up now.for another friend,just so she knows,shes not alone.

this is definitely not poem material,i know that.but what im trying to say is that in watever you do,you need support.a lot of people are not strong enough to take criticism without some support.an entire world can crumble,because there arent enough peopl you can trust.but you can make someone's world,simply by being there.

Have you ever noticed,

That i'm the girl sitting next to you

Have you ever bothered

To know what i'm going through?

Wishes,dreams and desires

Bottled deep in me

Feelings and emotions that no one ever thought to see

It's a big world out there

And everyone's in the race to compete.

It's a dangerous world out there,

Survival is not an easy feat.

I was always taken for granted,

Nobody took me on easy.

But there was always someone in me

Who really longed to be free.

Maybe,its not you,

Maybe the faults are in me.

I guess i might have been too shy

To let out my feelings and cry.

I don't beg to be noticed

But i plead you to understand

Do try to see what i'm going through.

I bet you never felt so alone

That you wanted to scream.

I bet you never felt so forlorn

That you had to cry yourself to sleep.

Life isn't easy

For those who lose.

But please give me a try

Don't give up on me so soon.

Wear my shoes

And see the world from my point of view.

Understand,please,of what i see.

And i will try to tell you who i am

As you walk along

Hand in hand beside me.

Blind and Mad love

ok.so after that very very heart-broken-ish post,i bounce back to say a hello!

in general,the world sucks.so?big f'king deal!

that doesnt mean that you lead a bloody depressed life,does it?hell NO!

ok.so.on to more cheerful things!

love
(ok,so not exactly one of the cheerful-lest things,but still.)
this is a forward a FRIEND sent me.when i read it,i didnt know if i should laugh or cry.
Once upon a Time all d Feelings decided to play Hide n Seek.Madness started Counting, all others were hiding .Lie said he will hide near the tree but dint do so.Love hid in the Rose Bush .Everyone was caught except Love but Envy told Madness where Love was hidingSo Madness jumped in the bush n Draged Love out.Bcoz of Thorns in the bushes Love lost both his Eyes.Hence GOD cursed Madness n he was ordered to be with Love forever.Since then Love is blind and Madness always accompanies it.

:'(

hm.

hm.

hm.

damnit!

why is it so easy to say three words,and then walk away,like nothing happened?

why is it so difficult to say something like you mean it?

why is it so difficult to keep trust?

why cant we say it when we feel it?

why are we so worried about a cruel,heartless world?

A world that we make up.

A world that we break up.