What a Big c(l)ock!!

From celebrity gatecrasher at Obama-hosted dinner for the visiting Indian primiere Dr Singh to public sex at the Clock Tower in Sidney, it all happened in the last one week. While the earlier made it to the headlines and maintained Front page in the mind of the nation, the later was mindfully restricted to Foreign Pages in most of the dailies catering to you, me & hum.

I wish the later made it to the Front Page Anchor slot. And who else than (my old) Times which could serve us such an Experience!! And with such a void, the headline-sicker in me had to navigate The Sun to find the collegian couple enjoying a daring nude romp in the shadow of a giant city centre, oblivious to the gathered fellow beings.

Cut to the new Lux Ad featuring AbhiAsh. Tney never match the Madhavan-Vidya (Balan) effect a la Airtel.

Howcome people become so boring, so cautious about the moral pigs!!

Ouch, save me the horror!!!

Monalisa Smiles from US

The quint-essential poster boy of our university love & lyric, Suvakant Samal, is back to the centrestage after a "long hiatus". We spoke to eachother after a gap of ten years. His mobile ring tone (+919958261961) and his "About Me" description in Orkut rightly justify the enigma even today. We had a brief chat about our present scenario, the old flame-turned-NRI and our eternal quest Sara Rati Swati Swati , about the Turning Point and of course, the Bengaluru-based Jay Suria. I enquired whether his marriage was truly an arranged one and he about my poetry.

I was no less surprised to know that he is still playing cricket in the gallis of Noida and NCR region. More over, he is having the same quantum of fun of his erstwhile bachelorhood by successfully convincing his wife to not restrict him from certain activities which have been so dear to his heart over all these years.

I still remember him and his Monalisa mannequin that he not only kept in his room during PG days in Vanivihar, he applied a bindi of his favourite colour on the statue. For people in the know of things, it was some sort of poetic justice intended to fulfill his desire for his all-time
mal-fatuation.

Swati, tusi great ho!!

The Anniversary Shocker

Cricket to match-fixing is what Bollywood to terror-engineering. The nexus is here to stay. And David Coleman Headley (DCH) is probably the latest icon of this Bolly-terror intercourse. (Alas, the only David I knew so far was the Aussie keeper David Boon of my school days!!)

The appearance of DCH post an FBI teaser is the First Anniversary Shocker of Mumbai's 26/11. After an year of the tragedy, we are as vulnerable as we were; our system_ a la NIA_ is as jawless as it was; we are sending dossier after dossier to Pakistan; Kavita Karkare has come out public over the mssing jacket; the families of the very first victims of Kubera, i.e. the fishermen, have been left out for not adding to any interesting story; the small-incident-in-big-city controversy fame RR Patil is back to the reins of the state; Kasav is still changing statements; Marathi Manush & co are the same impatient lot to drag the Greatest Marathi Manush into the their cup of filthy politics!!

It's an unending drama. If (at all) more skeletons set to tumble out of the closet, we would witness a real-life Jannat in the life of Emran Hashmi, all credit should then go to uncle producer and India's all-time big mouth, Mahesh Bhatt.

Tail Piece : Ahead of 1st Test against SriLanka at Ahmedabad, the police had an hawk's eye on motor bikes. Thanks to their inspiration from the Lahore-istyle attack!! Like it is said, difficult situations demand innovative solutions. Our security apparatus have probably learned it the best possible way.

Trophycana

Last time I saw her was during the live telecast of IIFA Awards. She arrived on stage wearing a dark saree. Her heads down and she was smiling like on the throes of success. When success knocks the door of a sweet teenager Lucy of William Wordsworth. Unaware, unaffected. Her smile had hundred percent virginity, full of humility and energy, passion and positivity. She went ahead, collected her trophy and then again back in her seat.

My eye-lids were trying their best to defy the laws of nature, to come up and down, and get their fair share of Shreya Ghosal.

Last night, she was right in front of me, or rather I had an opportunity to have a glimpse of this rising queen of Bollywood songs as part of a "cultural programme" (my lingo to symbolise contexts offering pretty somethings who are able to cause a Kuch Kuch Hota Hai).

She started with her debut Devdas and went on till Jab We Met and thereafter. Her "thank you so much" and honest invitation to the crowd to sing with her and her effort to create a masti-vara atmosphere had a silent taker in me. I was listening to her and trying to understand her every steps. I realised my own intensity. Her repeated offering "Love you so much" made me feel rather honest. I felt better for the moment. I was into her steps, her straight hair, her long leg, her smile, her everything....trying to define her presence in various terms from a distance of approximately 30 meters.

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There are very few people around us who possess such "healing touch". They make you feel positive with their presence. They carry a balloon of positivity wherever they go and whoever they interact. Their sensuous presence, their kind words and their sensitivity provide an enormous opportunity to lift you up and transport you into an altogether different planet. They make you forget yourself for the time being. At first, you may not meet their eyes but you love to see them and hear them even from a distance. You want to fall in love with them without even seeing them.

And they capture our imagination, our body, mind and spirit in our subconscious. Their rejection is our connection. We don't mind if they don't like us. We just want them to be at a distance so that we get the fair share of their fragrance.
May be that's why people adore their heroes, no matter real or reel!!
May be that's why I also adore people!!
In turn, people should adore eachother, pronunce love for eachother, to be loved. And live.

Tailpiece : I was so moved by The Secret of Rhonda Byrne that I borrowed the expression "trophy wife" to rightly express my longings from my future partner. While visualising Trophycana before submitting it here I felt that longing. Hence this title.

We all love beautiful people, people having good body and mind. I believe, particularly the goodlooking lot had probably done something good in their past life and have thus been sent by God to continue spreading the same goodness on earth. So if you feel that you are good-looking then please, my dear reader, help the rest of us enjoy the virtue of the humankind. So, in a way, flaunting/celebrating your beauty is part of this virtue. Hence my desire for a "trophy wife" who would make me feel one and whole, who would titilate me like there is no tomorrow.