Sunday, April 26, 2009

Recipe of a Soap


Firstly, for all science students, I have not discovered a new method to mix sodium ,potassium or calcium with a fatty acid to make a SOAP…..Until a few years from now, I only knew the word Serials for daily Nautanki…but the media now seems to have popularized the words DAILY SOAPS for serials. So this article is dedicated in memory of the great SOAPS that have come and gone and many which are still being aired & continue to haunt me in my dreams!

Basic ingredients to make a soap :
1)A producer with lots of extra money and guts in his ass to risk them for JUST ANOTHER TV RAMLILA.

2)One nursery ABCD alphabet book and a numerologist- to give the soap a name and a date & time to begin shooting.

3)One big SUPER RICH JOINT FAMILY, as big as you can imagine with husband, wife, brothers, sisters, mama, mami, chacha, chachi, tayaa, taayi…..every damn relation in a family that you can think of….all living together….and many more visitors ,from everywhere.

4)One female protagonist who is EKDUM PERFECT BAHU- always talks and thinks like an experienced DAADI AMMA, looks sexy in a sari….takes care of everyone and a stupid lady who prays to God for everything in her life. And God too only listen to her prayers in the family….as if he doesn’t have any more disciples.

5)One female villain (male villains are in films, at home entertainment level, we have female villains)….wicked by nature….odd sense of dressing up…big ugly bindis….does not like a peaceful house and is always planning to usurp the family property.

6)One grand grandmother played by a not so young actor…mostly bed ridden or on the wheel chair, loves the female protagonist a lot, can’t do much to save her from the acts of wickedness by the villain.

7)One tip top Naukarani, loaded with artificial jewellery and make up. Acts as a Special advisor to the villain.

8)Two- three kids to waste time showing their fights or artificial play…..as if we find them funny.

9)A sad lyricist for those sad songs and an equally sad singer….to bark on music.

10)And how can we forget the makeup man…to give them the perfect look with lipstick and mascara even if they go for a condolence meeting.

11)Other side actors to play police officers, plastic surgeons and lawyers who are required occasionally.

Method of preparation : Mix all these ingredients in whatever proportion you like, keep varying their amount from episode to episode…….show them celebrating all festivals that appears in an yearly calendar……occasionally kill a character in an accident, never show the dead body, to have him back after a few episodes with short term amnesia, or plastic surgeons working hard to give him a look which is impossible to do by we doctors…….let all this cook for a long long time and when you think its burning, TRPs falling and channel harassing the producer to be pulled out due to the people getting bored….one just needs to take 10-20 years time leaps…..till new dadiammas are trained in that house…generations after generations..finally the SOAP is ready to serve.

Garnish with long adds and serve to stupid audience who torture their kids with such nonsense running continuously at prime time……
You too can prepare your own SOAP STORY with my guidelines.

Any budding story writers reading this??

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Be yourself...Always !


(NOTE-An old article which I found scribbled in one of my old diaries,so thought of putting it up.Its not my current frame of mind, I've come over it...long time.)

This article will not make sense to all, it is meant only for those who identify with it….

How many times have people tried to influence you, to tell you how difficult you are, what mistakes you make, you shouldn’t have done something, you got a big mouth, you live in a world of your dreams away from reality, you are this….and that.
Do you think you should even listen to such crap or does it even matter to you?

Not to me at least and many of you ,I know, who would after reading this may just even rethink…may be this is what you wanted.

Each and everyone of us come from a different culture, different background, different lifestyles, different past and each one of us is unique to ourselves……Each one of us is not a person but an entire World in ourselves…. I don’t think it is wrong to be in one’s own world if it makes life worth living…..I JUST BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE UNHAPPY THAT YOU ARE HAPPY IN YOUR WORLD….Live life the way you want, do what you feel is right, enjoy every moment even if you are alone, but not lonely…most importantly BE YOURSELF, ALWAYS !

Friday, April 3, 2009

UFF, YEH FINAL YEAR

Final Year ab aa gaya hai
Padhai kaa maahol chaa gaya hai
Main bhi kar raha hoon lay ki khooj
Isliye pahunch jaata hoon jaldi library roj.

Harrison,Baily padne ko kahten hain sabhi
Manipal,Mathews par atkaa hoon abhi
Inn ke prakop se log kya bach payenge
Baag mein sabhi apni aukaat par aa jayenge.

Aajkal toh ghar kaa khana bhi nahin khataa hoon
Din bhar main college mein hee paaya jaata hoon
Phir bhi vajan bad raha hai mera,Shayad BMR kam ho chalaa
Tabhi toh soochu kaise ho gaya 75 se main 90 bhalaa.

Posting ,clinics se main pak gayaa hoon
Train kii bhid se thak gayaa hoon
Life mein mazeee ki badi kami hai
Saala apni toh koi girlfriend bhi nahi bani hai.

Na jaane kab hoga yeh final year khatam
Kab banenge hum bhi MAMA INTERN
Tabh patient bhi humse khush rahenge
Jab humbhi khud ko Doctor kahenge
Jab humbhi khud ko Doctor kahenge

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Hide N' Seek


Life and Death play a game of hide and seek….while death is counting in the heavens, life finds a place to hide IN A FAMILY..…..only to be caught by death one day.

Being at the hospital everyday, I get numb many a times to see people die ..relatives thinking that the doctors are heartless when they declare a person dead….but that’s the way life is…with such a thought I draw this analogy.

When I light the ‘JYOT’ in the ‘diya’ everyday to pray, I see life being born (neonate).It slowly fights to light up throwing some tantrums until it becomes steady (infant to childhood).Soon the flame starts to rise, become bigger, glows brighter to reach it full height, cover up the entire cotton ball (adulthood)…and slowly gets blown out, with a smoke……in which I see Death.