My first Journal Presentation.....

Dr AyASKANTA SINGH...

essay on WATER

Sonu, a kid from our colony was sitting on the boundary wall and was vigorously studying a piece of paper…When I inquired what it was ,he replied that its an essay which he was remembering by heart … “tomorrow there is an essay competition in school and my dad has gathered from his sources that the topic for the essay competition is WATER…My dad has written this essay and asked me to memorize so that I can do well in the competition..” he said… My pupils dilated as I read the essay ..I am giving here the exact copy…

WATER

Water was an liquid thing…It was very important to mankind…We do many things with water…We bathe(with soap),wash clothes(with surf),clean our floor(with phenyl),also clean our car using water ..Many varieties of water are there…rain water , tap water ,drain water, river water, mineral water, well water, etc...The most pure water comes out of Aquagaurd…Water has become costly …A single water pouch costs one rupee…Water is also there in cold drink …The milkman also mix milk to water ..If water is kept in the fridge, it catched cold and become a solid thing called ice…

But the true is that water is an chemical ..It was made of H and O…If we drink water,we go into the toilet…It comes out of our body like water but is yellow coloured and is salty…We shouldn’t drink water at bedtime because we will do toilet in sleeping... Water comes from heaven and also from hell…From heaven water falled as rain and from hell it comes out as well water…There is water too in the oceans but it is different water…Fishes live in water and becomes its queens…I don’t know who is the king of water ..I hear that our body made of water also but it false…When our body is cut, blood comes out not water…

Water is called “pani” in hindi…many songs beautiful are on water ..They are “pani pani re”, “tip tip barsha pani”, also “pyaar hua ikkrar hua,pyar se kyon darta he dil”…There is no pani word in the last song but lots of rainwater there in the song..It is a love song, thus we should love water…

As I completed reading the essay, Sonu’s dad walked to the scene…He, trying to show off his English knowledge,asked “so how is the essay ?” …I replied dryly, “Its great but don’t u think it has got some grammatical errors”…The colour of his face faded but he replied “I know…but it was intentional ,I wrote the essay for a 7^th standard kid , do u expect him to write a perfect essay !"

Shaking my head as I walked off, I heard him advising his son to keep away from me…

......ayaskant

Nostalgia...

This video sums up all the fun my gang,DOGSASS ,had when we had gone to goa in 2006....

LUCK BY CHANCE....the review...

This must watch movie "LUCK BY CHANCE" unravels the intricate fabric of BOLLYWOOD,err hindi film industry layer by layer delicately yet sophisticatedly...Though the movie title is about "luck" ,"chance" etc but this delightful zoya akhtar movie crafts each of its scene in such minute details and perfectinism that chance factor is thrown miles away..

The story meanders around the two chief protagonists,Farhan Akhtar and Konkana Sen Sharma who want to make it big in the big bad world of Bollywood...The movie showcases their journey ;albeit in dimensionally opposite directions; yet well lubricated by the different aspects of the film indusrty...While Farhan,wanting to become the typical Bollywood hero,learns everything-acting ,dancing,fighting,etc apart from being the manipulative smooth talker who knows how to get his way while Konkona goes through the ever eternal casting couch,recommendations rigors when doing itsy bitsy roles or parallel ones in B grade production houses..

A rags to riches story of a rising star,the theatre versus cinema clash,the star sons/daughters/brothers dilemma,the ripping of western dvds to perfection,the superstitions associated with film making,the fodder of gossip magazines,the asperity of a screen test,etc....The Zoya Akthar script has it all ,in details and in sync..

The gags are plentiful...And each one while evoking a laugh also stirs the heart somewhere....like Mac grim and poise while saying the famous "pure pachaas hazaar " Sholey dialogue ,Farhan saying "hello" to a impassive Diya mirza ,or the Rishi Kapoor describing Dimple Kapadia as "crocodile in the chiffon saris"...The dialogues are crisp and candid...

Performance wise; Farhan "rocks on " again and delivers an honest and ernest one while Konkona is a powerhouse who make her complex character come alive with ease...They are ably supported by Rishi Kapoor as the hilarious veteran producer "Rommy Rolly" ,Dimple Kapadia as the stern superstar mom, Juhi chawla(though a little wasted) as the supportive wife,Isha Shravani as the not so bright star kid on the block and even the "overconfident" yet failed actor and wannable director Sanjay kapoor :everyone strike the right note....And HRITHIk roshan as the shallow superstar deserves a special mention...Even the fleeting cameos by the biggies of the industry leave a lasting impression...

The only thing that works against it is its pace...Its very slow but then pace is the price one has to pay for perfectionism...No wonder Aamir Khan movies are always so long...

Overall the talented Akhtars desevers all the kudus and hope their AKTHARNAMA continues...

.........Ayaskant

the "BIRAYANI" fiasco...

Just a casual conversation on the dinner table lead to the chance discovery that my grandfather's birthday was on Oct 2nd,the very same day as that of another father,the father of the nation....Silpa,my cousin,remarked "Grandpa,this calls for a treat,in fact for a special biryani treat.." My grandfather ,with his blank stoic expression said," hey I dont celebrate my birthday...It always has been inauspicious "... Then he narrated how I was attacked by a bull (when i was just a thumb sucking kid),the last time he had celebrated his birthday....But Silpa was adamant and I gave her my full fledged support...At last the old man gave in and I was bestowed the divine task of bringing home biryani,the next evening....

The next day as I came back from my college library(studies are going on heavily these days as the P.G medical entrance exams are breathtakingly near),I was immediately reminded of the biryani...Grandpa gave me 150 bucks...Rs.150 and biryani for five persons!!!! It was bit too trifle even in this cheap town of Cuttack... A matchstick cost Rs 1 in this age of inflation!!!! And Silpa wanted the biryani from hotel Bishal which was famous for its special chicken biryani and also for its exhorbitant costs...!! A bit of cajoling and the amount was raised to Rs 200 ;still it would be grossly insufficient ;I was sure....

I took my friend Samba(pet for Sambit) along from our college hostel to kill time...We had chicken tandoori as he told me some disturbing facts that how some people bitch me behind my back...I showed the "I dont care" attitude but somewhere i felt a mental pang...btw it was just going to be the beginning...In the meantime ,the birayani was neatly packed and the aroma itself was mouth watering...But the Rs 500 bill that came along might not be that titillating for my grandfather...

As we came out , we were stuck in a heavy traffic jam...Some puja procession was going on(which goes the year long at Cuttack) ...And the roads were jam packed...We took a diversion but as luck would have it ;it was even more congested...
Suddenly my bike,the white elephant(read about it in the previous post) ceased dramatically and fumes came out its engine...Both of us had no other option to drag it to the college hostel nearby...And to drag it for 2 kms midst the heavy traffic; glaring horns and the flood of perspiration didn't feel rosy at all....I kept it at the hostel and took Samba's bike...Three missed calls on my mobile indicated that people were desperate at my home ...

I was vrooming along comfortably and smoothly negotiating through the hordes of vehicles,that suddenly the bike jerked and stopped..!!! Shit! petrol over !!! And again I was back to the bike dragging business....Then I bought some loose petrol and sped away to finally reach my home...A 10 minutes ride back journey took more than two precious hours...
I was so mentally and physically drained that I didnt realise that I was terribly hungry too...The biryani was served and everyone ate it gleefully ..That also included my grandfather,who was obviously shocked at its price and while licking his fingers began stories how things were cheap during his age...

The Biryani(if u deduct the very sour raita) was fantastic ,but was it really worth the effort..!!!!!! Or my grandfather's theory of inauspiciousness with a special relation to me, vindicated..!!!!!


......ayaskant

the WHITE ELEPHANT

He was sick....He was almost dead ... After spending five days at the I.C.U(read garage),he came back hale and masculine but not before burning a hole in my pocket that almost scalded my skin...This has become alarmingly regular...He has turned the "WHITE ELEPHANT"...


He is none other my bike,VICTOR GLX....Once upon a time,he was my pride when i went out on a ride...Once named as "BLIZZARD" ,this dude after serving for six long years grew old and arthalgic...Once known to bring "MORE SMILES PER HOUR", it became a source of perpetual sorrows...once it served me loyality and royality,but now it needed to be served....Once ran like a CHEETAH having an extra ordinary mileage but now the old war horse limped guzzling more and more petrol...

He was my companion in my quests for love and war...He had been my shock absorber for when i used to ride him he had an amazing relaxing effect on me even if I had nerves like a naked wire....

The blue bike has become a collage of ruins.... True ,I didnt maintain him well enough and the spectacular roads of my city with lotz of potholes didnt help to his cause either...Right from the Fuel tank,silencer pipe,ignition lock,tyres ,brakes to the shock absorbers,engine plates;etc ;everything is in tatters....

His condition is so pathetic that my Aunt remarked laconically that my girlfriend would dump me if i dont dump my bike soon....So true...The WHITE ELEPHANT has to go...


..........ayaskant

WRAPPING up the WEEK....

Suddenly i have realized that "time" flies like some super fast supersonic jet nowadays...Just a blink of the eyes and zooom one week goes by...when i sit down and close my eyes and ponder what i did last week,i draw a absolulately blank picture...When i force the little neurons of my hippocampus (that's the memory apparatus), these few obscure images crop up .....

1. Vivid stills the movie of the week..."SINGH is KINNG" ...I watch it on 08.08.08 (and like always), 1st day 1st show...but this time in a jam packed theater with a very dear "claustrophobic " friend ...the movie is good,even if it isnt great....AKKI rocks n KATS pretty as ever(esp in her barely there pink skirts of hers) but what really jubilates me is its title....singh is kinng...hmmmm i feel likka a king...

2. The shine of the gold medal and the national anthem being played at the olympics....Its really great ...Like all Indians celebrated the gold medal that our shooting star,Abhinab won at beijing that day...Never before has any sporting event made me so happy(if u deduct the T-20 championship) and i am really hoping some medals from our boxing stars...we are always good at fighting, isnt it....

3. Spend bulk of the week gobbling books i.e 4 large voluminous Harrison's Internal medicine text books...While I give one weekly mock examination braving the harsh rain but on the other hand miss the other exam owing to my lack luster preparations...Hey i feel the guilty pangs somewhere !

4. And yes it was the Rakhi week...it fells really good when my adorable sisters's rakhis are being tied onto my hands and the outflow of pocket money in procuring gifts for them strangely cheers me up....


So the week is over and another one has started..Thinking of making a time table for this one,least it vanishes before i hit the "post" button of this blog...

aYASKANT SINGH

UGLY n PAGLI..

99 slaps = 1 kiss

That's the unusual tag line of the film...So if the kiss is from the hot Mallika Sherawat,it sounds real mouth watering,isnt it...One can easily tolerate the 99 slaps for the elusive kiss...All these thoughts were going in my mind when i was buying the first day first show ticket of UGLY and PAGLI....


And when i came out of the theatre, i was'nt disappointed and had got the kisses from Ranvir Shorey...Now don't get me gay,but this dude playing dumb was superb...His ever eternal vulnerable face is so believable that u actually feel those slaps...The scenes where he wears a petticoat and rides a cycle putting his bottom to utmost risk,or where he walks down wearing the stiletto heels or his 'fart'inating experience in the lift leaves u in splits...


And finally when he gets his girl and along with the kiss, u think its fair enough..He deserves it hands down...Now what about our sexy Mallika ? She is hot and cool at the same time,'masters' her act well as she tries to enslave our poor dude...check her 'outer ' garments in a dare which she does for Ranvir....But its the emotional Mallika who sounds too screechy...Please we dont need her sobbing and being teary eyed but want her to be hot ,sadistic who dominates her lover...

This flick is inspired from "my sassy girl" as it says so in the title credits(at least they have the guts to say so)...And the director pulls his own leg in the particular scene in which Ranvier goes to show Mallika's script in some famous producer office and the producer asks for the DVD from which it is inspired,saying no script nowadays is original...I wonder how Pritish Nandy(the producer of this movie) was shown the script..!!!

The direction part is okay,but drags a bit towards the end...The music is average and by the way who listens to the music when u have Maillka gyrating on screen...The movie is a collage of some brilliant scenes, but the thread connecting them could have been stronger..But i am not complaining...i have got my kiss..


rating..3/5

When eyes talk....

1. 

wow when eyes talk....

I feel eyes are the windows to a woman's heart...
No wonder,the lingering looks of your eyes,too difficult to thwart....

They present a vivid view...
of pools of bright blue....

I wish to dive in...
and foresee no sin...

In experiencing for myself...
thoughts and feelings of thyself...

Eyes do more than just view one's surroundings...
They talk...and talk not with words but understandings...

They tell stories,
of dim glories...

Sometimes the tales are of yearning for a friend....
Or of happiness because there is love for someone who is godsend!

With each blink, something ignites a spark...
and makes me sing within myself like a lark...

I look into your eyes and again they talk...
about love and take me into the eternal walk....

Just the way,you look at me says it all...
"I need you","I care for you", they sing in carol !!!


wow ,when eyes talk....
.....Ayaskant...

AAMIR KHAN n ME...

Dedicated to Mr. Aamir khan


Yes!!! I have arrived...Arrived finally to this blog-o-sphere and this is one of my first half hearted attempt to blog...But then you would ask why this blog on Aamir khan when he himself owns a whole blogging community...That's because he is the inspiration,expiration and perspiration behind me being present in this blog-world...


When one of my friends had suggested me to start blogging,I was bit apprehensive...But then when a person like Aamir khan can blog,why cant I..? I may sound narcissistic,but at least i am more erudite that Aamir...he hasn't graduated (or has he?) while i have successfully completed a ruefully long medical curriculum...


So both Aamir n me are now bloggers..But that's where the similarity ends abruptly...We are poles apart ,but i can prove in 7 WAYS I am superior to him...Here i go..

1. Aamir has always been the 'thinking' actor,a rare breed indeed and that has lead to much of his mammoth success...while I am just the 'thinking' doctor...You may think all these doctors are the thinking types,what's so special...That's what is special !!! i have to think extra to outsmart my colleagues while Aamir has just to think...
Ayaskant ...1
Aamir....0
2. I dont have dog called SRK,but my cat is called Tom Cruise(purr pussy cats can be male too)...now who is a bigger star..!!!!!
Ayaskant...2
Aamir...0
3. His nephew IMRAN (who is of my age) romances pretty girls singing "papu cant dance" but my nephew GUGU(people call him papu also) who is in class 6,cant dance but already has two girlfriends....
Ayaskant...3
Aamir...0
4. He is a compulsive smoker....while I am not...need i explain more...
Ayaskant...4
Aamir...0
5.He has married twice..while I am still enjoying my bachelorhood....i score again...
Ayaskant...5
Aamir...0
6.I really dont want to look 'down' on him but for his height !!..I may not be too tall but at least i am taller than the 5'5 Aamir khan..
Ayaskant...6
Aamir..0
7.He may be the most charismatic of the Khans...But then my surname is Singh...and the current chant of the nation is "SINGH is KING"....So
Ayaskant...7
Aamir...0

.....to be continued....