Ouchie, Men!

I dislocated my knee! The doctor explained that I've torn a ligament and will have to wear a brace for the next 20 days followed by a knee cap, exercise and bed rest. Sucks!

It all began when I left on an impulse to Goa. I'd never been to Goa (surprise, surprise) and like many other illogical decisions I took off to the land of Coconut based Fish gravy and unlimited Alcohol. Now, maybe its because I'd never seen Goa or perhaps it was to do with my company but I'd never imagined it to be so serene, so beautiful and uncrowded.

"Off Season", I was told. That meant, a spacious A/C room for just 700 bucks a night. It also meant that there would'nt be hordes of foreigners and better still, no hordes of annoying people desperate for some white skin show. It just meant affordable uninterrupted relaxation.

The rain kissed state rejuvenated me and even though it poured continuously for most of my trip - I LOVED it. The fried eggs for breakfast, the unparalleled thrill of a filmy bike ride in the pouring rain, endless conversations and philosophies about the many theories of life and love, romance in the air and sand in my shoes, and in er.. my cell phone as well; that brings me to another story.

We thought it would be a great idea to click some pictures in the water. That's when I got the bright idea to waddle into knee deep water to capture the true essence of Goa on my lens. Sure, I didn't heed warnings for the undercurrent in the water or the strong waves. I mean, warnings are for scared babies and rules are meant to be broken. Right? Wrong!

I have never let anyone tell me something and have me do it. This wasn't going to be an exception - Moral of the Story: When someone is yelling, "Wave, Wave" you don't behave like a smart alec and Wave out coz they are NOT kidding.

Cost of trip : 15k
Stupidity Damage: 50k

..oh wait! What about the knee? Well, there are 3 versions - The version I Told Everyone, The Version that I'd like to tell everyone and the truth. Which one would you like to hear?

But, all said and broken, it was completely worth it. I think I fell in love with Goa, where everyday is a Sunday, where its easier to find alcohol than it is to find water, where true love can blossom sans pollution and unadulterated living takes a whole new meaning.

I'm just raring to go back.

Boys & Their Toys… (Part 2)

Who says money can't buy happiness? I beg to differ. 50 thousand rupees can buy you a lot of happiness. My Mom just bought me a Playstation 3, my Dad gifted me my first game (Resistance: Fall of Man), I gifted myself an additional wireless control (coz I won't have it any other way) My friends parents gifted me 2 more games (Motorstorm / Call Of Duty 3) and my sweetheart of a friend got me 2 more (Need For Speed Carbon / Oblivion Elder Scrolls)

What can I say? People really love me. I can't even begin to describe the joy of hooking it up to an HD TV (another gift from Daddy dearest) and surround sound. It's orgasmic, to say the least. I'm sure this post comes across as yet another one of my self-obsessed pieces but then again this blog is called "TansWorld. "

Yes, I'm writing non-stop like a maniac, I just finished reviewing the sexy music of "The Train", wrote three different reviews of "Swami," am high on the sounds of "Awaarapan," attended two private screenings, scheduled another tomorrow, interviewed the gorgeous Sheryln Chopra, watched Shootout At Lokhandwala for my Dad's birthday, interviewing the Bhangra King Daler tomorrow; wished my Ex-Boss on the dot of 12.00, and fixed yet another directors cut to remind myself to not stray too far from the original master plan of making movies.

There are no blank spaces.

And even though life is choc-a-bloc with work and I'm rushing to finish stories and interviews at breakneck speeds whilst shuffling movie previews in between, I feel great. I truly enjoy what I do for a living, I always have. Few people have that privilege. I guess I'm a really lucky kid. After all, I was born with the golden spoon in my mouth and the wireless controller in my hand. Can't complain.

Life is beautiful.

Gesundheit..

I've got a violent cold, again. I've never understood why I'm the chosen poster boy for the common cold. I get colds as often as people change their underwear (well, most people). My colds are never as simple as a few sniffles having a field day - its like a vengeful spirit that takes over my mucus membranes and ravishes me inside out. This brings me to a question I had asked my teacher when I was 7, "Can a person ever run outta snort?" She threw me a disgusted look and made me kneel down outside my class with my hands-up.

"ACHOO!!"

After my post "break-up" introspective, I decided to do things I love and not things that pay me money to buy fancy electronic stuff. So, I quit television.

"ACHOO!!"

Like the thousands of aspiring film-wannabes who come cursing and ranting out of a screening of 'Fool and Final', I too decided that if these are films that get money to be made, then what the heck? I should join the bandwagon. After all, I've spent a lot of American greens studying film in New York, when the dollar rate wasn't the joke it is now.

I should be making movies in life; but obviously my Dad's not Yash Chopra (which would make me *yikes* Uday Chopra) or if my gene pool called the bluff and luck tilted in my favour, then I'd turn into Adi. Anyway, the point is that I needed to do something until I finish writing out my film scripts and start 'struggling'.

"ACHOO!!"

As a promise to myself, I've decided not to sell my soul and do things that I truly love so with the help of a friend (and writing partner) I' decided to try my hand at film-journalism. What started with simple movie reviews, blossomed into the 30 stories in 30 days syndrome. What can I say? I'm good with people and great with tongue-in-cheek sarcasm.

"ACHOO!!"

Today, I have to write 3 different stories and just as the creative juices were about to flow, "ACHOO!!" That was 10.30am. It's 2.59am now and I've barely begun. I can't seem to write a thing and in between my 'steamy sessions' (not the good kind) and Coldarin binges, I'm really stuck. It's not writers block, its the damn nose block. I also just realized that my film scripts still pending revision, another screenplay for a telefilm must go out tonight, my movie collection list has to updated and I have to write out two new synopsis's that I told people I finished ages ago.

"ACHOO!!"

It's going to be a long night; & it really doesn't help that I'm a hypochondriac.

PS: The "ACHOO!!" is not a work of fiction. It's been pasted genuinely, every time I sneeze.

Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head..

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain. But for some of us, who have, I think it brings even more sadness. I’ve danced in the rain. I’ve taken long walks by the seaside giggling with my soul mate eating butta (corn on the cob) even canoodling under the dull grey sky looking at an earthworm go by.

I’ve enjoyed Zeus’s temper tantrums.

I’ve enjoyed looking out the frosted windows of an Air-conditioned bus, gleefully shivering inside, holding hands and making private jokes. I’ve enjoyed driving in the rain watching my windshield wipers dance their orchestrated "whoop-whoop-whoop" rhythm, to match the heartbeats inside . I can list a million reasons why I love it when it rains. It rained today, in Bombay.

I love walking in the rain, 'cause then no one knows I'm crying.