while reading this i wonder what i was on while writing this... obviously not somehting potent, i appear to have been in lab.. so my only conclusion is that a combination of sleep deprivation and trying to implement some hideously complicated quantum error detection code could have made me write this....
this mail is about mansi.
who is mansi? wrong question. which mansi is the real question. yesterday
at the atm, i had an interesting experience. graffiti turns up on walls,
calcutta, my ol' town has some of the most intelligent political graffiti,
poems and stuff gracing its walls. residents complain, but who cares, when
the print media is expensive, and the net is just not exclusive enough,
the walls will have to do. graffiti is actually art of a very high
standard. but the topic of the day is not really graffiti, atleast, not
in the form u imagine. nope, this is more like the random scribbles u see
in toilets run by sulabh and at railway stations. in this genre, one of
the greatest i saw was at vidyasagar college. way back in the hot summer
of 2002, our part 2 bsc exams closing, the pracs was at vidyasagar. two
adjacent toilet cubicles had a whole conversation centred around the
dubious parentage of the physics head honcho and what the students would
happily do to him, given half a chance.
this is the kinda graffiti we are talking about. so, back to the atm. the
first message was: 'mansi was here'. the second was 'mansi was not here'.
strange. mystifying. me stuitably impressed. now comes the killer. 'look
inside the f-in atm machine'. wow! mansi was here or not. kinda like
shrodinger's cat. and then she entered the atm machine. obvious
comparisons are with alice jumping down the rabbit hole. a less obvious
comparision would be with the bloke in 'the long dark teatime of the soul'
who jumps out from behind a molecule and slays people. wouldnt want to
meet mansi alone in a darn alley. or in an atm for that matter. make that
atm first. or maybe she is just some guardian and ganashakti reading
diehard cpi(m) babe out to redress the economic disparity by direct means.
but who is mansi?
there are only a few other mansis that i know of. the first is the manashi
(bong) who appears in the song 'dekho manashi' by fossils. pretty good
song that. usual stuff about being dumped by the babe and asking her is it
was right of her to dump the bloke. i wonder is so much creativity would
ever have been unleashed unless most girls were such heartless creatures.
but with all due respect to womankind, thanks for the inspiration.
the second manashi is the manashi who is indrajit's flame in the landmark
badal sarkar play 'ebong indrajit'. its a different matter that she is
also his cousin, the incestuous bastard, but whatever, if u louvv ur
cousin, then society, or genetic fallback should not stop u.
the last manashi who will grace this mail is the mansi (hindi) who was
akshay khanna's flame in the supercrap subhash ghai movie 'taal'
(yeuckkkk!)
incidentally, i saw colalteral yesterday. people told me that it was crap
and boring, but i realised one thing, that the american accent is bloody
difficult to follow, this movie had english subtitles. which iis pretty
good, cos it had a lot of dialogue. not a great piece like, sat fight
club, but ok in its own way, cruise does an interesting role as a contract
assassin.
i especially like thw way the spelling goes haywire and then some.
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