Delhi is shivering with cold. Post Diwali winters has got momentum, when we talk on weather Delhi is a strange city, extreme in all senses. Extreme hot, extreme winters, extreme rains, richness, poverty, beauty, ugliness, everything is in extreme. There were many things I was planning for last couple of days, like visiting India International trade fair, or to watch Guzarish and complete some of my unfinished writings on MS, meanwhile time in these days is the most precious commodity, we can earn money but not time.
I have recently promoted at work. The promotion hardly made an impact on my salary cheque, though the work at my desk has increased enormous. The promotion has loaded me the work that I hate most, like making sales report, collecting reports from executives, making weekly payment report, checking and forwarding expense bills and making comments on very trivial things. Even working long in the corporate world I strongly dislike the work sense, it is the invention of computer by which we seem to engage in work, excel sheet, PowerPoint presentations, notepad, and reports, all these things are being made to man fool to others, looked genuinely occupied, engaged, otherwise we all would sit idle and staring the wall.
Well leave all these things, Yesterday I was watching a critic criticizing badly the Guzarish and Bhansali. I really felt bad. Bhansali I believed belongs to that rare class of director, for them cinema is an Art. I have seen many of his films, and all of his films are perfect example of art.
Even after two years, MS has not given me the star, though I have no regreat, MS is better then those schools of creative writings, here you can write what you feel and believe and there is always the feedbacks.
