Chaotic Calm

If I say i am a compulsive lier, would you take it as 100% truth?

Update : Going to watch Zinda today. Somehow reviews [here] are not doing the movie good, but I wouldnt belive it till I confirm it for my self.

Last day,
January 6,
[ in year 2005]
I had an implant in my leg,
after that horribly funny accident! 😀

Puleeze! Don’t Ask Me About The Accident!
Ektz.

Update: forgot to add the line that says it happenned in year 2005. lol

Read this first, to understand this post better. This was an open letter to me, from a blog friend, Renjith , you can read it Here . And this post is the reply to that letter I received.

Open Reply to The Open Letter to Ekta Paneri.

Dear Renjith,

I read your letter. And there was a smile on my face after I finished reading it. It was logical, and quite imaginative in terms of the killing of time you must have done while thinking about that stuff. Of course, I would reply to it openly, as you’ve send it to me openly as well. And so with that, I would finally keep my promise of reviewing “ON@CC” in my words.

First about the book, it was nothing in comapred to the FPS. I think it was because the author had studied in IIT at some point of time, which made it quite close to believable. And believe it or not, that book had been quite famous because it had an air of reality into it, even though it was full of Filmi Drama. But then again, indian mentality people wants that drama in the books,TV,Films and other medias, to cut the slack off their own otherwise boring life. Chetan did serve that need of indian people in both his books. But then in the second book, largely cause of the non-familiar enviornment he dwelved into, he failed to create the same close to real senarios. I have worked in a call center since long, and I know what goes on there. Oh yeah, the cursing-between-the-calls-while-putting-microphone-off is real thing, so as the trying-smart-enough-to-ignore-flirting-bastards. But then after a while the concept of the book stubles to keep up with all the drama. I can say it was a good read, for one time though. Wouldn’t dare waste my two and a half hours in reading it again.

Renjith, Yes, we have discussed this book before. And you have asked that if i was the girl who told chetan the story, you certainly did figured your answer right then. Lets not wonder more about that. Anyhow, When you tried to comapre me to the characters in the book, you couldnt fit me in any female protagonist’s role. well, thats totally logical. True, I can not be Radhika, Esha or Priyanka. Just because I am Ekta.

Okay, cutting of all the bullshit aside, let me be precise. Ekta as a person has a shape and figure in the physical world, who is most of the times a person walking carelessly on the thin razorblade line between normality and abnormality. Ekta as a person, is like any other girl by appreance, Yet Ekta as a writer/blogger can be anyone in the real world and it wouldnt matter how she writes about. May be Ekta as a writer writes about what she wishes to be, not what she is. Yes, Ekta can be a middle-aged man, a teenage guy, or a bored housewife by that conclusion.

OR, may be, Ekta can also be the nameless female voice since the beginning, and till the end of the book, “ON@CC”. The voice who actually told the story to Chetan. The voice that Spoke to those guys in the car when they were about to crash.

Can it not? Go figure.

And yes, to my belief, Authenticity is based not on the identity, but on the presentation of ones self. So yeah, someday maybe, you may also realise that the idea of writing a book of your own with me as a protagonist in it, was total crap.

Monday the Funday!

After such a long time, I had laughed so much in few hours. So yaay! It is a time to celebrate. Oh and yes, it is also my near and dear friend’s Birthday today, so guess it has all connected in some weird way. smiles. Happy Birthday my dear Saurabh .

Therefore, this is how it began. After a late lunch and a good time spent in optimizing my computer, I thought it was time to get out and go for a movie or something, with my younger sis. Her exams also recently got over. Therefore, we decided to go out and watch any damn movie, for the sake of watching it. Luckily we decided on Bluffmaster And like many other movies, besides what critics has to say, I liked the movie. Its light comedy with a good message. In addition, I enjoyed the twists and turns of the movie, not to mention the stud Mr. Abhishek Bachhan and not to forget the charming [my favorite] Ritesh Deshmukh. Both have done a nice job in the movie. Moreover, ever-great Nana Patekar has done a fabulous acting in both the sides of the role he is playing. So not getting too deep into the review of the film, I would simply move ahead and go on with my fun day:)

Watched the movie, laughed throughout the way back home. Before reaching home, we went to a patrol pump for a short de tour. And here the second fun started. The pump was full of people, as usual at 5 in the evening. We went in to a queue, where there were prolly two vehicles ahead of mine. By the time, the first vehicle moved and the second was about to take its place, an idiotic helmet-clad biker ‘uncle’ [weird, is not it?] cut the queue and rode directly pass me. Oh, I cursed him right then. The way he can hear, but he ignored it. Now in my mind I was still giving him a piece of my anger, my sister took his side saying, he might be in a real hurry, and he is probably going out of town as in his bike he filled patrol for like 250 Rs. She is obviously a positive thinker and an optimist, while I am not. So irritated as I was, I ignored and concentrated on his bike and him. Trust me, if I would have had fire power like buttercup in powerpuff girls, he would be all ashes by then. However, as if my cursing was heard by that unknown invisible entity called god, there was a small problem with that biker uncle. Because of his helmet, there was a miscommunication between the patrol-filling person and him. He actually wanted patrol for just 50 rs for his bike. All of us laughed aloud just as we heard the situation. Quite a few people also ended giving remarks, like “tit for tat” and all. He frustratingly had to put the bike aside and go off into the office to solve the matter, which resolved when he was forced to pay for the patrol he filled. In a very weird way, I also thought he deserved it.

Anyhow, went back home, after reaching I realize I still have time to send the cards and the book to Nemesis and Morpheous. To be precise, there was a Birthday greeting card for Morpheous and a Book+Greeting card, for Nemesis. I reached there at around 6, at the courier place, XPS. Sadly, I came to know that the courier van was already sent at 5:30 from there. Nevertheless, the guy at the desk, asked me to hurry and give him the parcels because he thought he might be able to catch the van in Ahmedabad city offices. The funny part was not his enthusiasm to send my parcels, but the fact that he knew me from somewhere. And mentioned it, but then shyly smiled and did not tell me when and where. I tried to remember the whole time, that how do I know him, as I also had a feeling I had met him before, somewhere. That guy was charming desk manager, with cute dimples. And he was nervous and shy in front of me, as he fumblingly started typing out the addresses. Oh, isn’t that a treat for a woman like me? Then his nervousness proved to be a trouble more than a charm. As he messed up addresses with parcels, names, and ever phone numbers. First, he could not understand what was being sent to kolkata [to Nemesis] and what was being sent to Bangalore [to Morpheous]. After a few mishaps, he succeeded in confusing me, about which card and book was going where! lol. But then I managed to shut him up and give him exact whereabouts. It was not enough, as then I realized he has messed with the addresses, and names of people. Nemesis’s real name had and exchanged vowel in it, And Morpheous’ name was converted to a female name. Although I confirmed the address once again, the name remained unchanged, as he had to leave the office soon to reach the parcel van. He almost forgot to even take money from me, after giving receipts the parcel IDs. Heck, I was smiling broadly and laughing all the while. He was too sweet to scold at, so I refrained from that. Then I just hope both the people get their real parcels. so yes, Morpheous and Nemesis, I know you both will be reading this, so if you receive wrong parcel, do sent it to each other, and save me the trouble. hehe.

Here is how the day ends, excluding the people who jumped in front my vehicle for the whole time I was outside. I was feeling like playing the game called “Anti-carmageddon” Where you are not supposed to kill the pedestrians but you are supposed to save them even while they run on the road, trying to be hit!

Yikes, a truly fun day, isn’t it?

VERBAL VIRTUOSE:
You are the verbal virtuose that we would all like
to be. You read a lot and write effortlessly
and well. Everyone is waiting for your novel!

What kind of blogger are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Happy new year to All my readers:)

Brand new Resolution for the new year ….
….. ” 1024 x 768 pixels!! “