"I give you…. RUSSELLLL PETERSSSSS!!!"


“Some body’s gonna get hurt real bad”

Sounds familiar? Aww, too bad I cannot simulate the intonation into the words, but those who do know these famous words know exactly it sounds like! Hilarious? Or “Mind Blaaasting”??

Oh yes, that’s, the one and only, the ingenious RUSSELL PETERS !!!

Are there anybody out there who doesn’t yet know who he is? Seriously??!!!
Well then you are really missing something! In a way, I envy you. Because of your first time (no puns, please) with Russell Peters, he’s going to knock you *bang* off your feet!

Russell Peters is a Comedian, to put it lightly. But if only that word alone could define RP. Rather RP re-defines Comedy. His website calls him ‘the Comedy Superstar’, we call him ‘the God of Laughter‘.

You won’t have laughed any harder before in your life and as continuously than you would if you chance into one of his shows. Which by the way, sells out more quickly than hot cakes. I think there’s a record when during a recent tour in Dubai, tickets were sold at the rate of one ticket every two seconds!! All online sales outlets crashed the moment the tickets went on sale!

So, what does RP talk about? Seems a strange question, doesn’t it? What does a comedian do, of course, he cracks the jokes! But think again! This is RP we are talking about, man! He doesn’t do ordinary!

The show begins with the message- “IT MAY OFFEND YOUR HERITAGE”. And all he does is simply talk about people and the different breeds of them. But, lord, how he talks!

The stand-ups are based on his true observations of every kind of people, the whites, the blacks, the browns, Chinese, Canadian, Indian, American, Arabs, Spanish, Jews, of everybody, their distinctive “racial” behaviour and the way he’ll present to you the most obvious yet incomparably hilarious (when you see it the RP way) will have you slumping on your seats with laughter. Like the ‘seductive’ way a Spaniard talks, the difference between Cantonese and Mandarin, an Indian speaking English… you won’t seem to have enough of him! (please ignore the pun)

If you do not have a very strong and active sense of humor, I’ll warn, rather advise you not to bag the best, front seats in the house, there’s a high chance he’ll pick you and rip you, rather who you are, into shreds and will have you laughing at yourself!

For those who already don’t know RP, I am resisting the temptation to air some of his awesome one-liners and remarks. As RP alone does RP best! And his expressions and mimicry are integral to his quips, they are funny, crazy and priceless!

A lot of people in my country who feel offended, please RP don’t mind, we also have our share of fools who do not understand good humor and the joy of being able to laugh at self. So, to set the record straight, for those with half-arsed idea of who RP actually is, you should know the saying “Little knowledge is a dangerous thing”. RP is unique and if you didn’t know, he doesn’t spare even himself (or his family) from his own claws. Not that I would call them claws, I, for one, would be very disappointed if he missed me and my culture and heritage if I am at one of his shows.
He calls himself brown and a Canadian and an Indian, all in the same breath (RP is a Canadian-born Anglo-Indian… What is an Anglo-Indian? Why don’t you ask RP, he has the best answer, even better than Wiki!). He has been doing stand up for 20 years now and has fans and following from every country and every race! The back-bone of RP’s talent is his unparalleled power of observation of human nature and differences, and his ability to bring out the most inane, day-to-day events as the completely funny and insane. Best of all is his spontaneity, sometimes he even laughs with the audience at his own jokes!
He leave you breathless, he’ll have you rejuvenated, he’ll have you happy to be there! (again, no puns intended)
Catch his shows. For starters, do watch Outsourced and Red, White and Brown. I promise you, you haven’t seen anything like it!

RP, however, has severe side-effects. And the symptoms persist for days! All of us friends have been rolling on the floor laughing our asses off for more than a week! I assure you, you too will be laughing every time you see him, wherever think about him, work, home anywhere! And yes, you’ll feel good every time!

Check out YouTube for now and grab the tickets when Russell comes to your city. He’s a treat to watch! A good laugh, guaranteed!

Russell Peters is one of us and yet a class apart! He’s magic!!! Russell Peters is undoubtedly the best damn thing of this new century! Love you, man!

Watch out for Russell Peters!
P.S. Hey, by the way Russell, I don’t think I have that Indian accent, man! :~))
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Catharsis Part-I

I am jobless and hopeless!
Well, the first is not exactly true and the second will get me killed by those who always keep up a flow of encouragement so that I do not think it! They won’t like knowing that they are doing a very lousy job! (You aren’t, but then my moods are legendary)
Honestly, setbacks are not my cup of tea. I need to be moving forward constantly. People have been telling me (well-wishers of course) to enjoy this time that I have because I won’t be getting a time like this back in uhhh… about another 15 years at least! Even if I take time off for honeymoon during that time! No relaxing!!
But I can’t F***ing RELAX!!
I need to get off my a** and work!
My idle mind works overtime and dredges up the most improbable and impossible catastrophes to inflict torment on self! How more pathetic can you get than that!
Oh, by the way, to top it all, we are on Tsunami Alert!!! Would you believe it!
Last night I was on my bed, yet to sleep, when suddenly my bed started shaking and just wouldn’t stop! It slowed down for a bit and again resumed for a few more seconds while I was vacillating between jumping off the bed or not! I was more baffled than scared as to what was happening, but whatever I thought, I didn’t think of an earthquake! Well, yes sirree, that exactly what it was, an earthquake. It originated on the Bay of Bengal near the Andaman Islands and it scored a whopping 7.8 on Richter scale and this morning I got it from the papers that India, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Myanmar, Thailand all have been warned- there may be a damn Tsunami!
They are saying there are no reports for anymore tremors, the alert may be on its way to cancellation! Thank god for small blessings!
But I have decided to campaign (don’t ask how but there must be a way and with help, we will find it) for saving and expanding the mangrove forests in the Sunderbans! It is all that protects Calcutta and West Bengal from being flooded and being hit by tsunami. It was proved when the massive tsunami had hit a few years back, we were protected and saved from the worst effects of the crazed ocean only as a result of the deflecting the biggie! Even the low pressure emanating from the Bay of Bengal creating cyclones and hurricanes have bypassed our city, Calcutta and our State only because they have been routed my the mangrove forests at the mouth of Ganges and Bay of Bengal. Have anyone ever thought about it!
So, I was thinking it was high time we did something to preserve the Sunderbans. It is those forests that have saved lives and properties over and again. And God forbid, if we are indeed severely hit by this lack of protection, I doubt we’ll be able to recuperate. Aila itself has left us crippled when it didn’t even hit us completely.
So my catharsis goes, and I’m championing causes (it is an important one!). It does give me direction and purpose. I am an idealist and do want to do good in this world, not matter how small, in my own way.
Anyways, writing in my blog is always cleansing! I am really feeling good about myself and am not feeling hopeless anymore! Victory!!!
P.S. I am going swimming today after a long time and so, I’m off to find my skimpiest swimsuit!!
Just kidding! 😉
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Phoenix


To rise after a fall is the greatest thing of all. Unearth that spirit and go wild. Rediscover. Recreate. Reincarnate.
Be a Phoenix.



The heat cannot burn me

The cold cannot freeze me
Ascended above all
Finally did I learn
To rise and high after every fall
Known my worth
Whether others know or not
Known I am big
Stand upright and proud
And stand out always in a crowd
It is me as I’ve never known
But one that existed in me
Dragged up by love, faith and will
To survive without fear, and feel
I’m turning over a new leaf
A new Me, not just to exist, but Live.

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By the Sea

Have you ever been to the sea, just standing on the warm sand watching the endless waves shining under the shroud of the dark evening sky? This poem was inspired by such a fascinating and solitary evening. Enjoy!

*****

Sparkles of the sea
Setting the waters on fire
Splashing over and again
Waves after waves
Unbridled and free
As far as it can possibly be
They roll and roar
And tumble and groan
The white foam and the glittering froth
Washing away the sand
Taking everything they can
But giving them all back
Rolling they come
And touch your feet
With souls left cleansed
The waters come and recede

*****
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Seems like I Loved You from Forever

This is to celebrate Love.
However much you think you know it, you never know till it is the real thing, Don’t be impatient, just wait and believe, that other half of you is also waiting! Keep the faith!
For all and every out there in love, hold each other close. You already know the feeling.
This one is for Everyone! Go on, enjoy!

Personally for me, this goes out to the one who inspired it…

There has never been a time

when I didn’t love you.
There’s never been a while
when I didn’t know you.
Always is when
I’ve been yours.
There’s no wonder that
we did find each other.
But what holds me in awe,
that in realm of creation
Amongst all of celebration
I was the one blessed,
For it was within your arms
that my destiny was placed.
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Nice or Rude- I have no choice!

OR

Is that a choice?!!


Being nice works better than sarcasm. So, I’ve experienced (especially with the Indian crowds, myself included) but I am so handicapped, I’ve actually begun to find pride in my warped (and slightly demented) sense of humor.

I love being happy, it takes me no second thought to be so, it comes to me completely naturally. What I really like is seeing others be happy. I believe in true optimism, in face of even the worst adversity… my favourite blogs are naturally those which are infused with positive thinking and staying content inspite of whatever kind they write. My posts also reflect a kind of good feeling through out… even though, my cathartic ones may be a bit off the meaning of ‘feeling good’, nevertheless, I staunchly believe in spreading goodwill and happiness.

But even my life depends on it, I just can’t write nice !!!

As much as I try to sweet and nice and doting and loving and adorable and… and… (on goes the list) well, you get my drift… all I manage to do is end up with a satire (if you can call it that)!
Well, to do myself justice, I am not at all sarcastic only towards others… if you don’t believe me, you can check any other post of mine, you won’t miss the self-depreciating tone.

Being ‘oh-sho-shweet’ completely sickens me but if it could get me readers I would gladly try to be so, at least it’s better than the plaintive whining that I resort to! Well, again I’m handicapped, being sweet is not one of my best character traits!

So, I can’t be nice. I can’t do sweet. I’m sarcastic and rude, and will probably end up offending the only reader stumbling upon my blog by accident. No wonder, I get no comments, have no followers (the ones I coerced into joining don’t count :P)… I refuse to attribute the sad truth to the supposition that I don’t write! I just don’t cater to my audience is it… hmmph!

So, I guess I’m left with my whining!

N.B. I am actually a very “nice” person to know, you know, the goody-goody types, who’ll listen to you and all… but this is my blog and I should have some bragging rights, ain’t it? Even if I malfuncton, I also like being flattered and adored and followed and wow-ed… well, you get my drift.
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Maverick: A Way of Life

This is kind of a spur-of-the-moment poetry I had come up with in my blog. Usually I need a pen and a paper to rhyme and spin… but this one is one of the few I’ve typed spontaneously. I don’t know what kind of a writer I am but I write ’cause I love it. Even less I know about my poetic abilities, but I still try ’cause at the end of a good one, it feels like a victory and a cleansing at the same time. Read on…

I’ve been thinking…
All that is Crazy and all that is Fun
Let’s get ’em all before you run

Life’s short baby, but it’s all ya’ got
It’s nothin maybe, but it’s better than naught
Don’t breathe just ’cause you gotta
Live so y’know you did all you had to
‘Responsibility’ is a big word
As tough as it is to keep movin’ forward
But what’s the fun in the borin’
It is the challenge, it’s what is the doin’
My Life this is, and I got it this once
Happy I be and Love’s in me, till my Breath burns...

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Photo Courtesy: sheknows.com
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The Next BIG Thing

Patience, people! The night is still young and the BURNiN’ has just begun!

HeY there ~ WoRld of RoCk ~

YoU gonna be ROCKED !!!



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The Expedition

At that first glance she just looked reed thin but then that was expected. If at that one would hazard a guess and decide that she was barely in her mid-teens, the error in judgement would be huge. It was only when one looked on closely, a trait imperative in his profession, that one noticed the curves that could never belong to just a teenager.

His first impression of her was the dirty yet poignantly lovely child-like face lit up with simple joy that was so incongruous with her surrounding that it had the combined effect of him being sucker-punched in the gut. It was not the attraction for the fairer sex, though Lord knows, no one appreciated them more than he, it was neither the thrill of capturing a captivating subject through his lenses, a thrill that had directed him to be the celebrated photographer that he was, it was something much much more potent than that. Dusk reflected in her eyes with the falling sun’s rays rapidly being overshadowed by the storm clouds, but could not hide the childish yearning of frolic and merry in them.

Age and experience hardens everybody, no one escapes it or so he believed. As a photographer he had travelled places unreachable and unthinkable to common man and had pictured first hand what misery could be. The effect of his wanderings had resulted in contempt, bitterness towards the elite social circles in his personal life, women who thought themselves abused if refused another fur or trinket by their husbands, men losing thousands over a game of poker or a race-horse in an evening’s recreation, children who threw tantrums over any single thing that didn’t go their way, all in all people who had everything in life and yet were not happy at all. Husbands kept mistresses and wives cheated their husbands, money spent recklessly and lives were empty.

He hadn’t chosen disdain but it was impossible to sympathize when he had seen children fighting over one morsel of food, teenage mother scavenging for food against her abilities of her body for that child which wouldn’t live for long anyway. He had seen ten people residing in a single room which would have been too small for three people, families braving elements to live under the open sky for want of a roof, women selling their virtues for nothing just to live another day, children travelling miles in a day just to get water to drink. What he had seen in each of the remotest part of the world that the common man knew naught about was despair and disillusionment. Hope and happiness were aliens where men and women struggled just to see another dawn.

And he had thought he had seen everything.

In that moment suspended in time, he could only stand and stare at that child-woman. For a blink of an eye, he could forget that the woman with the musical laughter running about in the field chasing the snowflakes was one of the refugees of the camp, who had no place to live, no food to eat, no warm clothes to wear in the cold weather. She seemed totally unmindful to the fact it was fast approaching zero degrees and she was wearing just a long skirt and blouse that could be better described as rags. Her eyes were alight with joy and she was running and skipping over the rapidly-turning-white grass, her long, unkempt, dirty black hair flying behind her. She was the widow of one of the men in the camp, he found out. She had lost both her husband and her child to famine and drought, he learned. And he couldn’t help gaping in awe. She had lost everything but he saw in her what he had never seen before, the spirit to live.

He watched her play around like a small kid from afar, till late. As she made to return, he scurried back to the camp before she could spot him watching. As with every place he had been to, he was an intruder in the camp too, and he was treated with polite courtesy and caution. Every expedition he had been to capturing essence of human lives, the job had been done in exchange for mere money, a few dollars were riches for them and it had been no different here. He sat around a fire inside a tent with his expedition team, along with few other refugees of the camp, talking and learning. A little later, the woman came forward tentatively. He could see her longing for the warmth of the fire. He invited her to join the group and she acquiesced with a slight nod.

Conversations went around the fire for hours in the tent with a slow storm raging outside. The food and fire provided by the expedition team went a long way to help eliciting answers to his subtly prodding and sensitive questions about their lives in a light-hearted banter. But all the time, he could feel the woman’s eyes on him, slightly bemused and wondering.

The next morning, the last of his trip, he woke up early as was his habit and wandered out of his tent to explore. The grounds had turned white overnight, the sky was still grey with a hint of blue near the mountain peak which was barely discernible in that foggy morning. He was startled out of his reverie when someone called out to him. Somehow he was not surprised to see that woman standing there.

Up close, her quaintly pretty face was lined with fatigue and the long years of hardship. Her voice had a high timbre and an abrasive edge to it which somehow was more endearing with the image he had of her in her mind. She spoke haltingly and uncertainly in the native language he understood and this was the gist of it.

“I heard from the others, that you are a big man and very famous. You will take pictures and write stories about us. But I think you are taking wrong pictures.”

He was shocked. Whatever he had expected from her and he was not sure what, it was not this. She continued hesitantly.

“You take pictures of our camp and our suffering but you do not see the Nature. They make happier pictures. Then when you will think back, you will think good things. I will be your guide and show you where you can take nice pictures.”

He knew of the lake near the foot of the mountain where she took him to but hadn’t visited. It wasn’t a part of his expedition. She took him to the lush green, now snow-capped forest and to a cliff from where they beheld the panaromic view of the camp below. He wasn’t a nature photographer but his stills that day surpassed many of his colleagues’ who excelled in nature photography. They made it back even before the others had woken up.

He tried to show his gratitude and his inner celebration of her spirit in the only way he could, by taking out a couple of hundred dollar notes. He knew it would go a long way in abating her plight as a refugee. But she just shook her head, smiled lightly and turned away saying, “Give it to the children.”

As she walked away from him, in an unprecedented show of bafflement, he shouted after her. “How do you do it? How are you so content even… even… in midst of all this?” He asked her gesturing towards the slowly-stirring camp.

She turned back to him and earnestly replied.

“You see, you just live one day. I take one day and live. So, no matter if I see another day or not. After all some see many ‘one day’ and some less. Then why live the day sad?”

He stared after her as she walked back to her camp and stood there for a long time.

He had thought, he knew everything there was to know in this life, but he was taught what it is to live by a woman who lived in that part of the world where suffering was a way of life, who had lost everything and had nothing to live for.

He never saw her again.


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In the opulently decorated home of a renowned globe-trotter and photographer, there only hung a single life-sized photograph- a wide-eyed, bereft-looking woman with arms splayed wide dancing in the snow in falling sunlight. People knew it was his picture symbolising Life and Hope, as he had told many. But no one knew the story.



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The Maverick prescribes…

Wake up to a wonderful new morning everyday and grasp that elusive happiness in your fingers, all the good things are yet to come…




At the end of that long tiring day and you want nothing more than to give up,
Close your eyes and just feel…
and you’ll be alone no more.


All that was worthwhile is lost and there is nothing more to lose,
Look for that Spirit still breathing somewhere within..
and discover those wings and fly… again!



When it is your ‘my-time’,
and smile
and send up a silent thanks,
for yourself and music…….

keep that SMILE
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