Himesh, Emraan, Ganga and the Internet

Weird title, but when I try to capture 2 distinct events separated both in space and time within a single post, jarring aberrants are wont to occur. It is one of those sudden urges to write up and put it here, and luckily unlike 99.438% of the times when I do not have a laptop switched on, this time I have no excuse to not write (err type).

On my way back home this Thursday morning, having left Gurgaon and then Delhi all before 9:00am, and witnessing mobs waiting like swarming bees for any vehicle to take them home for Deewali. [Reminder to self: write on transportation problem later] And finding the FM channels go weak as the NCR fades away, I witnessed a sigh of relief on the drivers face as we had no other option but to listen to a CD which he had. And yes, it was Himesh. The squirm switched faces, the driver was as happy as I was while listening to classics on the morning FM earlier, while all I could do was feign an understanding (and sympathetic) smile.

The same guy, while Aashiq Banaaya Aapne was playing said, 'Yeh Emraan Hashmi ki film bahut sexy hoti hain![This guy, Emraan Hashmi's films are very sexy!]' And when I refused to comment on his wonderfully intelligent observation, he added, 'Bahut sex karta hai har film mein, hai na? [He does a lot of sex in every film, isnt it?]' I knew I had to respond otherwise a few more incriminating evidence against the guy would pile up and I'll have to listen like one of those HR sessions on caring organizations. So i said, 'hmmm kismat hai [yeah, lucky guy]'. But I guess that was another spark that he was waiting for, so I had to listen about his short stature, unworthy looks, and miniscule acting talent not coming in his way to "doing sex" with actresses aplenty.

Just when I was trying hard how to bring a braking halt to this conversation, he braked the car and reached out for the window on my side. Plop, went down a one rupee coin into thw waiting waters of Ganga. Before I could ask him would it not create a jam on the narrow bridge, i saw almost every vehicle stop and repeat a routine that I have witnessed so many times before. So here was a guy, who shaked his head to Himesh's dhin-chak beats, and lupine croons, who would halt his diatribe on Emraan's unworthy sexual success, to offer his respect (ok! ok! one rupee coin) to the holy Ganges. All I could think of was sadda-India! and a smile made its way through the conflicts that were playing a little while ago within my mind.

Cut to a vastly different world, which involes the far removed America and that too interspersed with Cyberspace. Today I read about how Internet changed the love life of a guy who spotted a girl on a subway in the Big Apple. Strange was the fact that I came across this snippet on the small adspace on top of the GMAIL inbox. Apparently this guy fell in love (yes at first sight) with a lady he saw in the train while coming back from work. they both boarded and deboarded at the same stations, but because of the crowds he lost her. Unfazed our hero, set up a website, gave a short description (which is nice and can be seen here at http://www.nygirlofmydreams.com/) of the girl and the train ride, and requested the readers to pass on the information about her at his email id and phone numbers. Within a short time his inbox was jammed with mails and his cell assumed a constant ring. The bottom line, he found the girl. Read the complete story here.

What I wonder is, will something similar work here in India? I for one, would definitely like to know more about some people that stick to the mind, just after a fleeting glance.

So that was the story for this edition guys. Till my laptop manages to be switched on, while I have this next writing urge, Stay Beautiful.

Hope all of you had a lovely Deewali. To those who were with their families and those who could not, I wish you all a great year ahead.