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Reflections of a lack of creativity

Its believed that the first words I said, when I was born was not "Amma" or "Appa" ... but rather I said "What a sublime world !!" Thus began the era of the greatest poet that had ever set foot on this earth. My poems and articles have always been rejected by school and college magazines, because it has always been beyond their understanding. In fact, once William Shakespeare had said "It takes another Suhas to understand Suhas' poetry" !! Don't think too much ... just believe what I say.

So these are just a few of the poems I have written ... a few selected ones ... sometimes they have got me into trouble ... sometimes they have saved my ass (pardon me !) Read on ... but do not attempt plagiarism ... that is against the law of this land !!

Big brother returns ! ! !

Dated: 03 Jan 2005

Big brother had gone to U.S.A for 2 months ... and was bound to return on Jan 04th ... the flow of creativity had begun ... what started off as a smooth flow became a flood ... and I came out with this short poem ... a return shock I can say !

Here it goes...

Here's a short poem for you,
I thought about it when I was in the loo !
You can call this, 'a message of love',
the details of which you'll read now.

You were out there in Chicago City;
Here, I was getting bored with Mr. Kitti !! (i.e. my dad)
You were out there enjoying New York;
whereas here I had no one to talk.

Now you are back and we will have fun,
soon after college, home I'll run.
If you are tired, go take a rest;
And with the chocolates, I'll make a fest !

They say love increases when you are far;
Our area is now getting tar !!
You might read the last stanza and whine,
I'm sorry I could not think of any other line !!

To Sir with love ! ! !

Dated: 16 Nov 2004

This was in my 2nd year of B.Sc. Ravindra - our Chemistry lecturer ... who is Mr. Cool all the time ... suddenly had lost his temper ... and walked out of the class in a huff ... we were responsible for it ... and we had to fix it ... this poem did it all ... he had to smile in the end ... after all nothing can be more bad than my poems !!!

Here it goes...

This is a message to our Sir, with love,
we don't want to spoil our relationship now.
We have had so much fun with chemicals and gas,
and we spoiled it all by being mischievous in class !!

You were new to us this year,
you teach us well, loud and clear.
Though we bunk all classes and run,
your class is educative as well as fun.

But Wednesdays really make us hungry;
Our disturbances has definitely made you angry.
We promise that we'll be more serious at college,
after all, more than fun, we need knowledge !!

Exams are only 2 months away,
and all we have is just 3 words to say,
"We are sorry" we say, the Karnataka boys,
please forgive us for making so much noise !!

Dreams ! ! !

Dated: 06 Sep 1999

This poem was for the school magazine ... it was rejected outright ... but it still lies in one of my old dusty files ... that was when I discovered I could torture people with my poetry ... its about getting weird dreams

Here it goes...

We all have had some delicious dreams,
of pizzas, burgers and ice-creams.
But I had this strange dream one night,
Oh ! What can I say about my plight ?

Fast asleep though I was, I felt a tap,
and there I saw Yamraj sporting a cap !
The cap said "Where there's a wife, there's a life",
I did not have one, so he had brought his knife

"Your end is near", laughing he said,
and dragged me out of my bed.
He said "I'll now take you to a marriage choultry,
and get you married with pigs and poultry" !!

"Please don't do that", crying I said,
He bellowed, "In that case, off with your head"
My head flew, my body stood where it was,
blood oozed out, like Kisan Tomato Sauce

I woke up to find myself below the bed,
sitting next to me, mom stroked my head.
With fear and embarrassment, out I ran,
mom said, "I'll get you a wife as fast as I can" !!

I'm back !!

I welcome myself back ... knowing for a fact that none of you would welcome me. It feels good to be here ... good to start posting again ... good to hear you scream "Oh No !! He's back so soon"

Check your mailboxes ... they'll have only my messages in them ... I'll even haunt you during sleep ... I'll be everywhere. You know who I am right ? Its me Suhas !!

Don...and the Queen Khan

Have you watched the older version of Don ? Would you like to see Amitabh's role played by a person whose gender is questionable ? Yeah...I'm one of those few who have watched Farhan Akhtar's Don and survived the ordeal. This movie does not deserve a review. The movie tries to enthrall you with one line - "Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahin, na mumkin hai". I'd rather make it into "Don ko dekhna mushkil hi nahin, na mumkin hai"!!

Kareena Kapoor compared with Helen ? No comparisons...Helen is a character, Kareena is a Tata Sumo. Priyanka Chopra looks good...as usual. Isha Koppikar............no, can't compare her with Zeenataman.....no way !!


I happened to go to this movie with a little short-tempered cousin of mine. She now thinks I purposely took her to this movie, because I hate her.

SRK does not have the character, seriousness or the right gender to become a don !! This movie sucks too !!

Dhoom machale...not really !!

The racers are back again. The posters look stunning !! Dump the bond, its time for our power-packs ... its time for Dhoom !!!

My cousin Bharath gave a terrible review to this movie. I decided not to watch it. Then, Bipasha came in my dreams and asked me to watch it.

Evening show, Cauvery theater.

As the movie started off, I realized how wrong my cousin was. This was good stuff. Hrithik looked too good. His body looks so much like mine !! The heists he carried out were exciting to watch. Look more rationally and you'd call it 'crap'; but Hindi movies are not to be watched by those with a rational bent of mind.

Rimi Sen was a wasted character and I was thankful for that. Hey, where are the chicks ? Enter Bipasha, wow !! If police girls were really like this, I would have dumped Biotechnology and become a constable. More heists. This is a digestible movie. Why didn't my cousin like it ? Was he being over-critical ? And where the hell is Aishwarya ?

Enter Aishwarya !! Now the movie starts...or does it really ?

Aishwarya does not look good in the movie...full stop...end of discussion. Bipasha looks much better. Fine...Ash has shed her fat...but she does not look good. Enter Aishwarya and enter boredom. The movie comes to a stand still. No movement. Becomes a mega-serial. Weird things start happening. Location shifts to Brazil. Colorful Brazil. Yet another Bipasha here. Double acting ? But why ? And when is the next heist ? All everyone does is eat, sing and party. Hey, where's the theme ? Who cares....party without reason.

Finally...the last heist. Hey Aishwarya, who's side are you on ? She seems to change sides just like how she changes her boyfriends !! A bit of action...yeah...now we are seeing some good stuff...that's what you think...until you see the stylish charming Hrithik as a cook in a restaurant. What happened to the story ? Well, the director never promised us a story, did he ?

This movie is goofed up. Why are the Mumbai police on vigorous search for a criminal who has stolen antiquities in other countries, and has never entered Indian soil ? How does Hrithik survive ultimately ? The second half is way too horrible. Aishwarya bores us to death, Bipasha is wasted, Uday Chopra offers some compensation (coz of his clown acts), Abhishek looks nothing special, and Hrithik is the only prize you get for watching this movie. He looks good, and he has a unique charm he carries with him. The movie's messed up...and after the interval, you can see everyone in the theater moaning, children crying, adults crying, women scolding their husbands.

Yet another Hindi movie goes down the drain. And oh yeah, my cousin was right, this movie sucks !!

Casino Royale

I guess its too late to give you a review coz you would have already seen the movie. I don't know whether you regretted your decision, but I did not. I am happy I watched the movie because I now know and can say for sure that Daniel Craig does not carry the Bond-flamboyancy in him.

Can we call this a Bond movie if:
1) James Bond looks like Pierce Brosnan's father
2) There are no high-tech gadgets in the movie at all
3) Action scenes are reduced to just three
4) The movie is not too far-fetched

Pierce Brosnan had the charm. He wore a black suit when he drove a tanker across streets of Russia chasing the villain. He was stylish. Sad, Daniel Craig looks too old already. What's an Asten Martin with no missiles fitted in it ? And what's a Bond movie with hardly any action scenes in it. Bond looks a sorry character when he falls in love. He is too realistic. He cannot be James Bond.

The story is supposed to be derived from Ian Fleming's first novel. The accent of Daniel Craig is too bad. Except a couple of scenes, the viewer has just to sit, wait and watch, and expect that something big would happen anytime now. This continues until the viewer realizes the movie is over, and he has to face the big traffic jam just outside the theater now. I expected our own desi Dhoom 2 to be much better. The movie is not only boring, it doesn't excite you at all, the actress Eva Green looks good only on few occasions, and overall, its not a must-see.

My rating: ** 1/2 (average)

Story of a cell-phone

It takes a lot of time for me to adapt to fast-changing lifestyles. When the entire world was bidding good riddance to Britney Spears and her falling marriages...I began to realize that her songs are good to hear. I have seen people faint when they come to know that I haven't ever seen Bryan Adams...let alone hear his songs. By the time I begin to talk about Shakira and her hip-dances, she perhaps would have passed away.

I got a Nokia 1100 whereas today's kids believe that it was a cell-phone used by Neanderthal man. I never needed a cell-phone until I realized I was missing lots of classes. At college, time-sense is really bad. Lecturers schedule classes by just sending an sms to a few students before their bed-time and expect them to be present at the scheduled time next day. I would walk stylishly to college, neatly dressed, oiled and combed hair, only to realize I have missed 2 classes already.

Our Head of Department was really proud of me for not possessing a cell-phone. She said I was a very rare item, an antiquity, a museum-piece. Yeah....right !!

I explained my pitiful state to my brother and sister in law, who finally realized it was time for me to walk around with a cell-phone. "777 messages a month. Thats' huge, what would I do with so many messages?" I said looking at my Hutch Plan. The following month, I had exhausted all messages, with still 2 weeks to spare. Those were terrible 2 weeks I spent.

I get all sorts of messages. What am I expected to do when my cell wakes me up at 6 am and all I see is a good morning message which also goes onto say some crap stuff about life and goals and success and friendship. Friendship and love messages are pathetic, coz its forwarded without any changes to millions of people. "Pass this onto 12 people and you'll get good luck. Do not neglect" messages are even more disgusting, and those people who actually do it need to be shot at sight !! If our futures would be decided by sending sms(es), why are all my friends who send such messages still single (when the sms makes romantic promises) ?

But this cell-phone thing is a part and parcel of life. Its a pet. Comes with you wherever you go to. Sometimes it is too noisy, sometimes it sits silently. Glare at it for a long time and you are sure to get some message (its worked for me several times). I still do not know my cell number; I owe a lot to these phones coz it bought me a first date. Lets see what wonders this phone would do !!