Let me know who said Weekends are to relax and catch on with your sleep, unwind and you look forward to it. Am I strange or I was born upside down? I hate it for it’s so hectic that the only thought which I end up remembering is Monday Blues, you are tired, gloomy, yawning and so heartbroken.
Weekdays are nice, they are predictable and if you have regular work flowing in; pass like seconds and the best thing is you can count days left for Fridays and on weekends you dare not count days, Saturday nights are long and tiring and Sunday is the worst day for a RJ if he is on air Sunday you are the master for everyone worth his salt is off enjoying the sun somewhere and you are either donning the mike or assisting your bum chums on air. I realised that I work longer hours than weekdays and radio doesn’t even pay me as much as my regular job does. So much to pay for your love!!
I am sure I want to quit radio since past 2 years but then there is so much of blackmailing, your listeners, your trusted colleagues who being RJ themselves are hardest shrinks and sweetest enemies to resist and then your producer whose first question would be if not you then who? Who can do this show I don’t even know what you do on your show. Damn why did I innovate on radio and pay the price, you just can’t miss one weekend on air for it’s you’rs on air hours and then your colleagues hours who depend on assistance provided by yours truly.
Did I not try to charm my colleagues; fooled them as to how easy doing my shows are, it was such a hard task to finally go on my US trip. Soon I had realised that answering questions at the embassy for visa was no comparison to finding my stand by and getting a go ahead from my producer, suddenly all my friends had sidelined themselves putting me up there high on the pedestal which they wouldn’t dare attempt to climb. Finally
Mehak fell for the trap and Geet agreed to ensure the trap continued; by providing all the necessary assistance. All during my stay in US I kept getting blackmailing SMS as to how boring it is to not be doing my shows.And finally I had to cut short the trip to come back to Delhi to my shows and what a professional price to pay leaving my project mid way in US to be back in India and for what?? Radio. Definitely money doesn’t make the world go round its pure foolishness called love and its temptation.
So finally
Vandana got her Album released, what a voice and what a person, having known her now for quite some time and her life a bit, she does deserve accolades to have had her album released considering that she trained to be a Corporate Lawyer and is such an amazing on air RJ.Its sad that its a remix album and that she still is not releasing her self written and self composed songs which have an instant I-know-it lyrics; but to believe her words, she is going to have it out soon. I finally did call her on the show
(Dilli Mail) and had her talk about her album and sing a song for us, I remember I use to do one of my earlier shows and she was there booked for a show right after mine and was calling all her singer friends from Palash to Mallick and with a look like hers; I had thought her to be a firang minus the twang, desi-firang!!.
Those were my earlier days in Delhi Rainbow and was an underdog but from then to now, it’s been quite a journey, a journey which has been worth a travel. It’s a different feeling when you see one of you achieve and get what one deserves; I am sure all of us, her friends wish and hope that she continues to have her albums piled up one after the other. Vendy go for it!!
So its going to be the third year of RJ Bash and how different will it be this year since last year, when I look back I see that I have a knack of starting off these bashes from College to now Radio. And this year we want to take it a little higher, if Movie Stars can have it, Television artists can have it then why not we now when radio is such a catch on. Sometimes I feel that 8 years of radio is enough but then when I look at OP or Parvati or Narendra Joshi or Pradeep Kumar I see that one can be RJ for much longer. But the case is different with Private Stations where you call it quits in 3 years or 4, its such a tiring job, 6 days a week with 4 hours on air every day, come on one aren’t so witty in life to come up every day with something new; so can you afford to become repetitive, no you cant, and therefore you quit.
But it’s fun to be with Rainbow, if you are seasoned then you do one day in a week for few hours and hold your forte and if you are really good then you are penalised by being asked to be on air on weekends on so called weekend manoranjan khazana. I don’t love any life if not this but then I do want to love other lives, let me see when I can call it quits. Let me call it quits now for this weekend and welcome new week.
So what do you do when you are caught in a tricky situation, you just think of getting out of it, feeling of security, safety and the ego hurt gets on to you; yes you would survive injury, loss of money, loss of love but a slight brush down on your ego is like you are amputated brainwise; you wouldn't want it and if you get it you wouldn't take it.
We thought only men carried their ego with an air pump carry on, but what an irony its not such a divider, ego is the new status symbol, if you have loads of it you are well respected and if you don't then you are a farmer, you fend for the rest without which the rest wouldn't survive but you are not even paid back that for yourself what you fend for others.
We get to hear so often how can he not turn back and look at me, am I handicapped or devoid of a shape and form or am I invisible, push button availability !! Yes look backs when you want it how you want it. The irony is ,the invitations to look back are not for everyone even though they are available for every eyes reach, if not feast; it should come only from the ones who are the select few (read out of reach).Its ego which blinds you and singles you out from the crowd, you walk in a sea of people but still think its just you and that special man. No one in his mind would ignore that every action of yours is pried upon by every second person you wouldn't want to even notice your dog, we always thought that was love but alas its the hunger of the ego which sometimes humbles you sometimes angers you to no extreme and when the ping pong gets tired you call a love being lost.
Love is for the dogs ,for its a feeling; why should a feeling need a word or worst sentences, which are so vulnerable to twists and designs of a human. Do feelings needs reassurance, can you generate a feeling do you know what triggers the feeling do you understand where it comes from? And what in the world of mind tells you that reassurance in the form of display and commitment is reassurance to that feeling. Grow up its ego and you want a feed for it, a reassurance that it would be fed day in and day out
Love is probably a palpation, a connection that understands the language of touch,skin to skin or internet to internet or just vibes to vibes something which your mind would forever die to understand but would still be miles away from anywhere close, Love is intrigue, a mystery a reason to enjoy, living in pain all in the name of love is glorifying mindlessness.
Life is too short to experiment pains you anyway would experience it why cant you just experiment happiness, contentment, peace, respect , connect with people connect with mysteries connect with love connect with me :)
Its yet another day when you wake up and walk directly to the washroom, drawing room, reading room, TV room and back to the bed (in random sequence) and then realize that its well past morning and you have brushed your teeth, read your newspaper, turned on the radio and the TV at the same time, microwaved tea ( you no longer boil tea on the gas) and maybe even cribbed about the maid not done the cleaning and you are still not awake. Your mind is programmed to do all this even while you are still in your limberness, today Time is too little to be let passed by in the complete consciousness doing trivial things.
There was a time when you could wake up, turn multiple times in your bed, stretch and yawn, rub your nose, clean your throat and then yet again crawl up against your chest and enjoy few more moments of absolute bliss ;transitioning from the strange and strong dreams to the oh so identical and harsh reality. But where is that luxury any more, if you have few more minutes you would stay a little longer on chat or cam or on Cell or who knows glued to the TV or catch few more lines of Enimem and laugh at his poke in the pubic lyrics.
Sometimes you are lost if its Monday or if its Tuesday because Tuesday is the deadline for the Phone Payment or maybe Friday; for now its time to update yourself on the movies released in the week so as to talk on the show, talking as if you watched those movies yourself or thank to Himesh you can always say a thousand things about him, all nasty and nasal. Himesh bashing is the in thing in radio, its given hours of talk time without you even bothering to understand if Himesh is a singer to be or a Music Director has been.
Delhi is transforming itself like a Cinderella with a pair of shoes and the clock frozen . Don't I amaze myself at times at the pace with which every day you get to see a new development in some or the other locality. And look at weather!! Is Bangalore better or is Delhi better now, every single day I curse my fate of having to go to office and sit in AC Cubicle right next to a glass wall and the outside world teasing me to take a jump. Or to sit in the studio appreciating the rain drops on the mike Finally Delhi is getting blessed, sometimes I wonder what if Delhi gets bangalore's weather!!! Probably everything else is getting close to a perfect, ring roads being widened to be of 6 lanes, noida to Naraina almost signal free or for that matter, Rajghat to Naraina Signal free a good 20+kms, metro done with its Phase 1; a ride which is almost similar to Hongkong Metro (which at one station is 3 levels underground) Delhi Metro is just 2 levels underground (at CP).
What is the future? is it anymore unknown. What is time ? is it lady's diamond and then what is love, that for sure is for the dogs to understand. We are on a downward stream, too fast to catch and notice anything, too helpless to do anything but tide along, Hello; Rang De Basanti is like a big rock which hits you, tumbles you over multiple times, either you are saved or you are pushed down with a greater force and speed. Welcome to my Blog!!
