So the pure awesomeness has stuck with dark knight, kung fu panda, hancock and jaane tu all in a matter of a couple of weeks. It feels so great being born in the time a movie has gone upto IMDB # 1. The joker has redefined what a villian looks like, walks like, and does (Its not actually this godly, but I like to exagerrate a bit when it comes to this).
So, the agenda of discussion was, how many girls today have gone totally free, wild and excited about the same. Blogging about their lives, nightouts, boyfriends and binges. Describing themselves as living lives similar to SATC chicks. Being proud to be cute, snuggly, and girly. Part of http://www.ihatemen.com/ and writing those nonsensical lyrics, which are just a produce of some fancy and colloquially pseude literate words which makes the contemporary crowd go yayy, with a piece of rhyme and bitter cool hatred and suffering. Its like living 'Tere Bin' all their life. The Aatif Aslam Generation, if one must say. So many are cool, fall in love, break their hearts over a break up, blog, and are secretly being a wonderful person trying to wait for that one guy who will be the most humourous, charming prince who will fulfill their destinies. So, as I was reading this blog 'the compulsive confessor', just got a feeling of a tinge of SATC, shobha de and a friends voice combined. Well, thats too much interpration too.
Life was working well in hostel, and when I turn up home after a trip, my fone, hard disc and RAM have stopped working. A small wtf. Then I remember the work I had with these things, and how I have been bogged down by the almighty himself in doing my things with ease and no pressure mounting situations. A smile reappears on my face, and I go to a cyber cafe resuming my work. Its not that bad still.
Being cool, trying to discover new passions, working on daily reading habits, playing cricket/squash, looking decent, getting appointments with health clinics. Life at IIT was single agenda, just scrape though exams and enjoy whatever comes along. Sudden transition to home has changed how everyday passes by. Every meal has become important, every sitcom, every injury, every friend, every phone call, every headline, every movie, every problem has a significance (Salu SRK is discussed with gusto) suddenly. That fuck-it-no-matter-what-happens-I-continue-with-myself attitude disappears. Met this new person this weekend, and realised how long it had been since I met new people in my life. Really long. I had almost forgotten how to bond or even get along with a new person. It's nice.
Factory production. Guys used to be the same, jeans t shirts. Go to a mall, and it feels there are clones of women walking. Everyone has the same top, same necklace, same hair, walking in the same manner just the companions are different. Its like the Zee add of Youngistan. Zamana badal gaya hain. Everyone is smart all around. (And yeah, my lookout is limited to this, can't appreciate the variance in the different type of jackets and wrinklets or sandals/slippers, or even the difference in the lengths of 3/4ths or 4/5ths, for there exist our own shriyas who are in and can remarkably make a costume look like the ones in gossip girl)
Btw, the penetration of fashion sense into indian public has been very speedy. Everyone has a cool quotient. Even a person like me, who is the least conscious of what he is wearing, thinks twice before putting on a t shirt of a particular colour. And yeah, I suck at being fashionable, or what many people call being decently dressed.
Whichever channel you look, you have a katrina dance number playing. Sorry, Item number. She has infiltrated every movie possible. Sometimes I get tired of seeing her! And thats the last thing that should be happening with someone like Katrina!
Addiction of item numbers, cool flashy sets, rap music, cool tops and skirts, tight jeans and necklaces, cleavages and belly button rings, multi cellfones and break up songs, infidelity and experimenting with sexuality, football fan following and F1 fury, nightlife and freedom to follow dreams, its a completely different generation this one. Surely something very radical is in line in the next 10 years in India!
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