Mr. & Mrs. Sharma

There’s so much people do to increase visibility of a product…no no I am not getting into marketing and branding gyan, just sharing something I found to be utterly amusing.Me and my husband decided to indulge into some good cinema, though we have atleast zillion of DVDs and VCDs lying at home but still thought of ‘scavenging’ through the dvd rentals around our residential colony.Landed at some “Hi-Tec DVD rentals’ and lo! found a movie titled Mr. & Mrs. Sharma, the hindi version of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. 

I want to salute the brain which translates these English titles, this is creativity of some supreme level, probably Ben Hur will be ‘chal mere ghode tak-bak-tak’ or something like that.

The translated names do sound ridiculous but the grey matter behind those names really deserve an applause, its not easy to sell a Die Hard to a hindi speaking nation, it has to be something much closer to the heart like Khatron ke Khiladi.Now on my list is Amriki Gunda [American gangster] and Mere bete ka inteqaam [There will be blood]

Happy watching [to me]!

My first post on Mutiny.in

Necessary Evil: The BRT corridor 

Hello to the world, meet the new ‘wannabe’ mutineer

So what is this BRT, simply means Bus Rapid Transit, a set of roads elevated to form a pathway for HCBS, High Capacity Bus Systems.

Since its inception in 2005 and the laying of foundation stone in October 2006, it has claimed 4 lives from October 2007 to Februry 2008.  Not an encouraging fact to build a landmark on.

The decision behind the BRT project is the upcoming commonwealth games which saddi dilli is hosting in 2010.

The corridor is built on the entire stretch from Ambedkar Nagar to Delhi Gate.

Since the construction started it has managed to kill 4 motorcyclists. Only due to its poor planning.  The geneva based Internationa Road Federation [IRF] has expressed concern at the safety and feasibility of this corridor and called for its immediate stalling.  I quote “The HCBS project in Delhi is the first project in the world which has been started without a detailed project report–something that is virtually unheard for a big project,’’said IRF Vice-Chairman K K Kapila, in a statement issued here, on the occasion of The World Day of Remembrance for Road Traffic Victims. I unquote.

But then again it takes two to tango, why heck these motorcyclist drive when they know that they had a couple of drink or two.  When will they realize that their nervous system is as normal like anyone elses and it takes no more than 20 mins for the alcohol to ‘kick’. We all want to be kings and the queens of our respective world but not in the cost of our lives!

If Delhi BRT corridor is the latest killer on the roads then who stops us from being careful.

The entire road stretch, where the project is being implemented in South Delhi, has only four lanes (two on both sides), one lane on both sides is fully being dedicated to the HCBS while the lakhs of motorists and two wheeler users commuting daily on this stretch have been given a raw deal as only one lane on both sides is dedicated to them, which I agree is a bottleneck for the thousands of commuters who stay in that area.  One plea to the promoters/builders of this corridor, think on the lines of DMRC [Delhi Metro Rail Corp] they have tried to sustain the peace for daily commuters.

I think the basic fact is; delhites in general give into road rash than following traffic rules.  What if you will get home half an hour or to a maximum of one hour late but think of the fact that you will be alive.  If delhi is going through a metamorphosis think on these lines that its for your own good, commuting will be easier on the roads and probably one day you stop driving altogether and make use of these convenient systems.  As the oft used english proverb goes “better late than never” only a couple of years patience is all delhi is asking.

Safety first than to be sorry later, still reiterating, BRT corridor walo DMRC bhaiyon se baat karo and learn.  If dilliwalas are looking forward to crazy traffic jams and agreeing to bear with it for a couple of years more then you are responsible to make it easy for them and not bask in some comfort zone thinking dilliwalas behaved themselves.

Ab jago!

That empty feeling

there was once as princess…

and she still is, trust me yes she is.

She walks on cloud, her very own cloud and believes that this world is her playground. 

Then she woke up one morning, exactly at 3.12am and realized she was not able to breathe, she tried but the lungs just wont fill up with oxygen, she tried to cry for help but no words escaped her lips.  just the noise of her world crumbling all around her, yes her world was falling apart.

She held her mother in her arms for the last time and her mother smiled and closed her eyes forever.

the dream is gone
but the night went on
I dont want to open my eyes
For all I do is only cry

I miss you ma, a little too much than yesterday and little too less that tomorrow. 

L?

A glance, of trust

A feeling thats must

A word, spoken million times

Its meaning, mistaken billion times

Blood rushing up ones face

Numbness in ones gaze

Touch turning the tide

Life becomes carousel ride

I put a question mark

Let the answer be my spark

Love?

Pre-Menstrual Syndrome

Empower me, just once

I want to kick the remaining dirt in your eyes

Empower me, once more

I want to stomp on the earth and loosen my worldly ties

Empower me, yes again

I want to scream my victory

Empower me, again and again

I want to tell the world that it’s not easy

Wake me up from my sleep

Tell me it’s a bad dream

Keep your hand on my head

Ask me not to scream

Take me in your arms, again

Make me open my eyes

Hold me once more

And I will forget all your lies

Black Revisited

“Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn”

I wake up and smell the sun

I know you are not here, but still pretend to look for your hand

your right hand

“And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…”

Everything…everywhere…all for you…all in you

The smile, the sudden cloud, the laughter

I live in a dream that I will see you day after

“I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away”

Yes, I miss you

I never wanted to post this

felt her like a teardrop on my fingers

she was there yet she was not

her smell lingers

she was there yet she was not

i am mesmerized with her half cooked lies

i face her with my casual smile

i know she thinks i dont understand

but she doesnt know the pain i can withstand

its too easy for you to cry

for once be brave and give life a try

close your eyes and feel it once

your dry heart and your cold soul

you are a pauper but you have it all

you are a sinner but you feel like god

please dont take for granted the life you got

because you might be there but i know you are not

In the name of love…

A few months back… a call

I quote ” Kreeti, I think I found the love of my life, he is the one i was waiting for.  You know he is ditto like me, knows my whims, understands my moods. I met his sister, she is very nice and accepted me with open arms.  You know my past doesn’t bother him” I unquote.

One week back…an email

I quote “Guys, bad news, I broke up with him, seems there was nothing common between us” I unquote

Love, the oft used expression of a mistaken emotion and the worlds greatest spoof.

I was happy for this friend of mine, she has gone through a lot in her life and when I say lot I mean it. Her anguish, her pain, her hurt, both physical and mental.  She married the guy she ‘loved’ and suddenly one day it all fell apart.

No, this is not an autobiography of her life, I can’t sum it all in this little page but yes I feel for that girl and like any other good friend and well wisher, I want the best for her.

She needed somebody, she felt the need of that warmth after what happened and most people term that as a Rebound, agree it is, but then what about the feelings? Is it such a cold world we are living in? All she wanted was a little respite, is it too much to ask for.  Or people take this situation for granted?

I know she liked this guy and she was looking forward to probably a few nice moments before she actually take the big plunge…has she asked for too much? We all deserve a breath of fresh air and she is no different.All I question here is, is it really love what we feel for someone or is it mere gratitude?

When I said I love you I meant it but it just takes a fraction of second and a little ripple of misunderstanding to question that feeling. Are we lying in the name of love?

Are we day dreaming? Does love really exist?

Put that thought aside, what is love?  Something which the greeting card company cash on?  Or is it just a heady phase one must go through, hit the head hard on the wall and then nurse the bump till someone comes along and nurses it for you…  

Burning so bright but still so fast,
Will it burn out or will it last,
This love feels so right,
So are you ready for this?

The day my patrón killed an Italian…

It was a usual friday and a friday lunch is what I always look forward to in my drab work life. And there I was, at dot 1400hrs, standing facing the oh-so-familiar white board which announces ‘Todays mainu’ and found myself scratching my head trying very hard to decipher a particular item on it and voila! we had a ‘murdered’ italian exotica on our mainu…mama mia!!  

Why?

Why?

because I want to

Why?

because I feel like

Why?

because I HAVE TO

Ok, the Q now…why Queen Regnant?

Cut one…Spent more than 15 days thinking what to name my blogging ‘resurrection’ even asked my blogger dost, Sanjukta, she suggested it should be as distinct and special as you…cut two I am in love with Egyptian history, not that much that I have a horus name and a nebty name tucked inside my belt, I find it alluring, mysterious and the mere foundation of our basic govermental nuances…cut three Hatshepshut and our very own female icon Cleopatra are the ones who qualify to be “Queen Regnant” simply meaning a female monarch who possesses all the monarchal powers that a king would have without regard to gender…the final cut…I consider myself the Queen of my own domain [whatever it is], Queen of my own little world and yes the one who enjoys the anarchy and tyranny I bestow on my own people…sniff!

A little bit about Queen Regnant again…

its here..http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queens_regnant

A little bit about me…

For all those who know me, know my name [ofcourse!] For the visiting ones I am Kreeti [means creation]. A hardcore optimist with shades of pessimism, bundle of complexities, a gizmo freak, a voracious reader and love cheese, practically on anything.  Love my family and friends to death and love my husband a little bit more than that.

I have decided keep honing my blogging skills and not to abandon this effort.

Hope you stay good.