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Johnny Depp: 'I'm not ready to give up my American citizenship' Via (The UK Guardian)

2011-11-07T00:39:00.000-08:00

Johnny Depp as young reporter Paul Kemp in The Rum Diary, based on a Hunter S. Thompson novel.

If I haven't said it often enough, then here it is...If there's a Hollywood actor I admire and can down right act it's Johnny Depp and I enjoy any personal interviews that he does and he definitely has it figured out...Heck anything he touches turns into gold, really an amazing being!!! Keep it up Johnny...#Love~ Read the UK Guardian article below and couldn't resist sharing it here for those who adore him like I do, knock yourselves out~:))

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The Rum Diary star on his love of Europe, flying by private jet and why he can't stop smoking...Article by Decca Aitkenhead:

In the weeks leading up to this interview, I began to think there must be some law that makes it illegal not to love Johnny Depp. Everyone melts into a puddle at the mention of his name. Men go even loopier than women – and the higher men rank on the cool-ometer of fame, the more in love with Depp they seem to be. Keith Richards, Brad Pitt, Marilyn Manson, the Gallagher brothers – the dudes all adore Johnny – while this month's GQ anoints him "the world's coolest actor". The director of Withnail & I was only talked out of retirement to make Depp's latest movie "because it was for Johnny", and recently Ricky Gervais was swooning in this paper: "His emails are like poetry. He's made of bohemia."

What can Depp do to inspire all of this? I wasn't sure that the chance to try to find out would ever actually happen. The mythology surrounding Depp casts him as a sort of Scarlet Pimpernel of Hollywood, so notoriously elusive that one director who flew to London and spent days searching for him observed that the secret to signing Depp "is finding him". He loathes the media, once threatened the paparazzi with a plank, and at one memorable Cannes film festival cancelled all his interviews and refused to get out of bed. But after a long and involved game of on-off, on-off, on-again ping pong, last Friday the door to a discreet London hotel suite swings open, and there he is, hanging out of the window smoking.

Depp looks like he should be in Bon Jovi, or behind a stall selling Zippos in Camden market. The shirt is extravagantly ripped, the jewellery is heavily goth, the glasses are tinted and the tattoos wrap around him like climbing ivy. His voice loiters somewhere between a drawl and a growl – a deep Kentucky slurry of mumbles – but punctuated by surprise bursts of Queen's English, with the odd anglicism ("take a gander at this") thrown in, making him sound like Tom Waits auditioning for My Fair Lady.

At 48, Depp's face remains, if no longer quite ethereal, then still breathtakingly beautiful – creamy smooth, freakishly symmetrical, with a thick chop of chocolate hair untroubled by any trace of grey. The actor has spent most of his career trying to abdicate from the position of Hollywood sex symbol, but there appears to be nothing he can do about the tenacity of his beauty. And yet, the very first thing out of his mouth – once he's stubbed the fag out – gives a pretty good idea of how he would prefer to be seen, and how he sees himself.

"In Los Angeles, the hoity toities, the beautiful people, will sit on Sunset Strip and have their meal at these kind of fancy restaurants where no one can smoke – but you can inhale car fumes all you like." He shakes his head. "I mean, that to me says it all."

Smoking is a useful metaphor for Depp's self-image – renegade, European, rough around the edges. He did manage to give it up for two and a half years, and despite having to smoke in almost every scene of his new film, The Rum Diary. --"Just fake things, I think they're made of cured leather or something, they're really hideous, you light it and it smells like a tyre burning" he says... – it was only on the journey home that nicotine reclaimed him.

"One bang on [the director] Bruce Robinson's horrible little Café Crème cigar. One bang – yeah, one hit and it was over." Robinson, for his part, fell off the wagon while making The Rum Diary and began drinking again. "Yeah," Depp grins, "it was the gift we gave each other.

"I just said: 'Come on, give me a bang.' Bruce and I was in the plane, and I just said: 'Oh come on.' You know, we'd had a bit to drink – and …" He mimes taking a drag. On the plane? "On the plane, mmmm." I look puzzled. He looks momentarily bashful. "Well, it was a private plane. On a private plane you can smoke. It makes it an incredibly expensive habit, of course," he shrugs, "cos you can only smoke on a private plane."

Actually, he says, smoking's not the only reason he only ever flies private. "The commercial flight thing, it just gets a little weird when you're standing in line and suddenly you're not just a guy standing in line any more, you become sort of novelty boy."

Ever since Depp became a teen idol in the 80s TV series 21 Jump Street, the star has been at war with his own fame. An accidental actor, he came to LA in his teens hoping for a record deal for his rock band, but ended up doing telesales until he fell into acting, and before he knew it he was an international pin-up. Depp spent most of the 80s and 90s getting very drunk, going out with Kate Moss and Winona Ryder, brawling with photographers and generating more of the very publicity he found so oppressive. No amount of dark or quirky leftfield roles – Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, Don Juan DeMarco – could get him out of the gossip columns.

"I mean, all those films didn't do well at the box office. But I still had paparazzi chasing my tail, so it was the weirdest thing in the world. Everywhere you went you were on display. It was always some kind of strange attack on the senses; I was never able to embrace it. So self-medication," meaning drink and drugs, "was just to be able to deal with it."

That strategy lasted until the birth of his daughter, Lily-Rose, in 1999, to the French actor and singer Vanessa Paradis which he credits with changing - even saving - his life. The couple retreated behind the walls of homes in Paris, the Bahamas and the south of France, had a son, Jack, now nine, and devoted themselves to a private family life, growing vegetables and tending vineyards, with Depp resurfacing only to make critically acclaimed, if commercially unspectacular, films. It sounds like an idyll of wholesome simplicity and artistic integrity. The only snag is "I just don't go out. I just don't go anywhere. Just don't leave home."

It's a strange profession where the prize for success is house arrest, isn't it? "It's a very privileged opportunity I've been given, obviously. You know, the benefits are certainly very good," he smiles. "But there is a trade-off, as with anything. Somebody's always going to bring you the bill. The invoice comes." And the bill is his liberty.

Depp might have been allowed to recover some of his freedom by now, were it not for one choice he made 10 years ago. It didn't just win him his first Oscar nomination; it has made him the highest-paid movie star of all time, earning $75m between June 2009 and June 2010 alone. Award-winning performances in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Finding Neverland and Sweeney Todd have secured his metamorphosis into box office gold – and all because of that one performance, as Captain Jack Sparrow in the first Pirates of the Caribbean film.

Did he anticipate what the part would do to his career? -- "Not really, no. Pirates was a film I did just like any other one, I made that choice the same way I made every other choice."

Knowing what he knows now, I wonder if he'd have thought twice before making it. --"I wouldn't change anything, no. Because I think I went into it innocently, and it became what it became. And now they want to tear me down. Instantly, as soon as I did Pirates II, they say: 'Oh, he's selling out.' What the fuck does that mean, selling out? What if I did Ed Wood II, is that selling out? I mean, it's not like I was ever looking to become franchise boy, I was never looking to become anything like that. I just latched on to a character I loved."

Becoming "franchise boy" has in fact done nothing to diminish Depp's credibility. But I'm not sure any of his films really account for his status as the world's coolest actor, or make much of a difference either way. It can't be down to his beauty alone either, or men wouldn't lose their heads around him. I think we get closer to an explanation when Depp talks about The Rum Diary, and his friendship with Hunter S. Thompson.
The film is based on an unpublished novel Depp found in Thompson's basement in the 90s. Heavily autobiographical, it tells the story of a hard-drinking young reporter called Paul Kemp who goes to work for a paper in Puerto Rico in 1960, and becomes outraged by the corruption and devastation wreaked by American capitalism's arrival on the island. It turns into a tale of heroic journalistic integrity – but not, in truth, a good film.
The older, LSD-addled version of Hunter S. Thompson Depp played in "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" was anarchic and funny and clever – whereas the younger incarnation as Kemp is naive, dreadfully earnest and takes himself and his notion of Being A Writer so seriously that only the most impressionable student journalist could watch without cringing. Yet to Depp, Kemp is the ultimate romantic hero – uncompromised, irony-free – and his idolisation of the writer becomes almost breathless.

"You know Hunter typed "The Great Gatsby?" He'd look at each page Fitzgerald wrote, and he copied it. The entire book. And more than once. Because he wanted to know what it felt like to write a masterpiece. He was so hungry, yeah. Innocent, and yearning." After Thompson saw Fear and Loathing, Depp was a bundle of nerves, and called him up to ask if he hated it. "God, no man," Thompson told him. "It was like an eerie trumpet call over a lost battlefield." Depp looks awestruck. "Those words just came out, and I thought, fucking hell, what a beautiful sentence." He repeats it slowly, lovingly: "An eerie trumpet call over a lost battlefield."

I think it's Depp's own innocence – expressed as indiscriminate adoration for those he admires – that might be what men respond to. It's an odd thing, but a star with a weakness for public hero worship seems to inspire deliriously wide-eyed hero worship in his fans. Depp is a famous enthusiast, with great taste – he loves Withnail & I, The Fast Show, Jack Kerouac, gonzo journalism, hard liquor, good wine and rock guitar. But then, so do a lot of the men in my local bar in Hackney. Only in today's Hollywood, where most heartthrobs are traditionally either too insecure or un-discerning to share these tastes with boyishly humble enthusiasm, do they confer the status of Jean-Paul Sartre crossed with James Dean.

Depp comes across as thoughtful, friendly and good fun. It would be very hard not to like him. But – and I realize this is tantamount to heresy – he is probably not the best actor in the world, for while no one can match him for kooky freakery, a straight and understated role like Kemp exposes his limitations. But he embodies a collective ideal of cool that touches men.

Early U.S box office returns suggest The Rum Diary may not break even – but he says he couldn't care less about the money. "No, God no, no. It's always a crap shoot, and really if you have that in your head while you're making a movie the process would become something very different. No, I couldn't give a rat's ass really, not really."

The publicity blitz in the past week might make cynics suggest otherwise. But the film is Depp's homage to Thompson, who died in 2005, and also the first release by Depp's own production company, which would account for his uncharacteristically energetic media campaign. "I believe that this film, regardless of what it makes in, you know, Wichita, Kansas, this week – which is probably about $13 – it doesn't make any difference. I believe that this film will have a shelf life. I think it will stick around and people will watch it and enjoy it." Does he suspect it will go down better in Europe than the US?

"Most definitely. It's something that will be more appreciated over here, I think. Cos it's – well, I think it's an intelligent film." He leaves a meaningful pause. "And a lot of times, outside the big cities in the States, they don't want that."

Depp's well-documented love affair with all things European has always had a hint of hero worship about it too. I ask if there's anything he doesn't like about Europe, and he thinks hard for a while. "No. Not that I can think of, no. It's a very old and beautiful culture, people know how to live. You know, here you have Sunday roast or the pub lunch, that kind of thing. It's comforting. We don't have that in our culture in the States. Sunday is football day, so it's chicken wings and pizza."

He got into hot water in 2003 for describing the U.S as "Dumb", having told another interviewer in 2000: "I want to be in the country where life is simple, and we don't have to worry about being mugged or approached by some guy selling crack on the street." Depp has been despairing of America's trashy culture and violence for as long as I can remember, and France is so central to his identity as a discerning sophisticate that I assumed he would never return to the US. So when I ask if he could ever imagine living there again, his reply comes as quite a surprise.

"Well, I kind of do. I'm between wherever I end up on location, and then the States."

What? Hang on a minute; why did he leave France? He makes a sour noise, part grunt, part hurrumph. "Cos France wanted a piece of me. They wanted me to become a permanent resident. Permanent residency status – which changes everything. They just want," and he mimes peeling off notes in his palm. "Dough (Money)"

If Depp spends more than 183 days in France, he explains indignantly, he'd have to start paying income tax. "I'm certainly not ready to give up my American citizenship. You don't have to give up your American citizenship," he adds sarcastically, but then he'd have to pay tax in both countries..."so you essentially work for free."

And all of a sudden, he sounds exactly like your average corporate Middle America multimillionaire – anti-government, anti-tax and apparently oblivious to the part these twin monstrous affronts might play in creating a country where he doesn't have to worry about being mugged by crack dealers on every street.

Maybe nobody – not even Depp himself – could ever live up to the heroic legend of Johnny Depp. So deep is our attachment to the mythology, though, I doubt anything he says or does will ever puncture it. Before I go, I ask if the celebrated story of him and Kate Moss ordering a bath filled with champagne in a hip Notting Hill hotel ever actually happened.

"I don't think we were even in that hotel," he smiles apologetically. "No, it's not true. I wish we had done it. But you know, I'm not the most extrovert person in the world. I'm not particularly ... I'm not ... I'm not ..." and he searches in vain for the word. "You know, at my very core I'm pretty shy. I just happen to have a weird job."

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'I work for neither posterity nor prosperity' : SHAH RUKH KHAN Via (Times Of India)

2011-11-05T15:17:00.000-07:00

Love him or hate him...he's here to stay and there's nothing you can do to stop his success or break his spirit besides his fans will tear you apart if you even try...Because I love him and I believe in him with my whole heart and soul...He's just SHAH RUKH KHAN and he's my family...Enjoy the interview all...Via (Times Of India)

Bollywood superstar Shahrukh Khan climbs on to a wall of his house to greet fans who have gathered outside on his birthday in Mumbai, India, Wednesday, Nov. 2, 2011. Khan's Birthday (AP)

Fans greet Bollywood superstar Shahrukh Khan, unseen, outside his house on his birthday in Mumbai, India, Wednesday, Nov. 2, 2011. Khan turned 46 Wednesday. (AP)

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In a chat the day before his 46th birthday, Shah Rukh Khan refuses to look back, talking about the here and now - filmcraft vs collections, what keeps him going, and why jibes and sniping about him and his work are like nazarbattoos, keeping ill luck away!

When talking about the flak KKR took in the initial IPL, you'd said that the team just needs to win for the sniping to stop - that "success has the quality that it eradicates all personal and impersonal attacks". In your case, doesn't the reverse hold true? Haan yaar, yeh kuch kamaal hi ho gaya hai mere saath...

From a Shirish calling "Ra.One" a fizzled cracker to a Thackeray almost calling you a Pakistani loyalist, within a week - what did you do to trigger this? Both unimportant... let me say something sincerely. I hope it doesn't sound too rude. Successful people do things, and get over with it, and leave others to live their life off it. I DO them. And then I leave it to others to live their life off it.

It is so strange - if anyone takes my name, I have the ability to make them famous. Just by taking my name. And that's God's gift. My son asked me this the other day, 6 'o' clock in the morning he called me, and asked me, Papa, people say things about you. Don't you get angry? Don't you want to beat them up?

And I said no, your father is gifted with this. That if you want to be famous, you take your dad's name. And I said the only persons I don't want to be famous by taking my name are you and your sister. Let the rest of the world do that. And I truly mean that. I hope that comes true. I endorse so many people free (laughs)!

But surely statements such as Thackeray's must provoke you to respond? Sometimes I don't want to dignify things with answers. And it takes a huge amount of self-restraint, patience, control, and love for your own family, to keep quiet. And dignity, and perhaps the status that I have in the eyes of the people.

I was told by Amitji once - we were sitting backstage for a show - beta, jab stardom aati hai na, koi bhi aadmi aa kar tumko thappad mar kar chala jayega. Tum use kuch nahin keh sakte. Kyunki agar tumne kuch kaha, to tum ameer ho, gareeb pe apna dum daba rahe ho. Tumne sharab pi hui hai. Tum gundagardi kar rahe ho. Tum arrogant ho. Tum apne aap ko samjhte kya ho? He said these are the things they'll say. You have to keep quiet, put on your blinkers, keep walking.

And that is why successful people finally become a little reclusive. It's not the reclusion of loneliness; my reclusion is the reclusion of avoiding, of ignoring, of saying, let's move on.

Hemaji told me something like this long ago, when I was new. Somebody wrote an article which said that I'd said that Hemaji was not a good director - while I'd said nothing like that, but you know how press mein aata hai... so I was very scared and I said, ma'am, I didn't say anything like that. Hemaji told me see, this means, either I am very famous, or you are very famous. And my fame has sort of reduced now, so this means you've become famous, and now this will be part of your life.

The other night, I met her for the launch of her film, and she asked me - you remember na everything I said? And I said, yes, I remember everything.

So, yes, success makes people - people not related to you or to your field - like to take a dig at you. Sometimes I go to social networking sites for a while and I'm like, arre! Kaafi personal ho gaya!

Quite vicious, the online tenor can be, on a bad day. Yes, very. But then, I'm like, this is maybe a small dusty man in a small dusty room, taking out his angst, his loneliness, by taking someone's name, abusing him, and feeling happy that his achievement has been recorded. So then I feel I'm also a source of inspiration for them, even if in a strange, negative sense. God bless them.

There is no death of actors - stars, rather - who share your surname. But the "Nishan-e-Pakistan" sort of compliments are usually directed exclusively at you. Why's that? (Laughs) I know, I know what you mean. Maybe I'm too flamboyant. Maybe like my son, I don't answer back enough...

But why are you a target of angst across the range - from the guy in the dusty room to irked political leaders? I think I invoke radical passions in people - and that is why I am such a big star! I'll walk out with you just now, and you'll have men, women, of all nationalities, just hugging me. I think it is the same intensity on the other side, in those who don't like my face. And I will choose to believe in the hugs more than the hatred.

Just like Hyundai uses me, as a professional, a lot of people use me unprofessionally. I've become a free-for-all brand. I hope they come out with a rule that they can't use a person's name without paying him for it!

And the most irritating part of it is one word - opinion. You ask someone, how could you say this about him? And the answer is - it's an opinion. You're a dog - that's an opinion. You're an actor - that's also an opinion. You're a Muslim - that's an opinion. Anything can be twisted into an opinion. That's not good.

Ek "Trimurti" mein line thi - kabhi picture mein shoot hi nahin kari woh! - mujhe badi achhi lagti thi: "Jisko dekho mera baap banna chahta hai" (laughs). It's a strange thing. Jisko dekho mera baap banna chahta hai. Lekin theek hai. God bless them. So long as my children don't want to be my baap, it's ok!

"RA.One's" revenues have been the subject of much national debate the past week. Yeah... right now, as we sit down and talk, it is supposed to be the highest grosser, as of five days. The business is different - number of theatres, screens, audience going in big numbers... so obviously the reactions are also larger, more volatile.

The projectionists have also become part of the reactions - and they like to make projections telling you that agle din business itna achha nahin hoga.

Everybody has become hugely associated with the tangibility of this business. It is unfortunate that it is so; a film should ideally be allowed to breathe, to reach people at its own pace. That was the old style. But if you release it in the new style, like we have, with 5,000 theatres, which is the American way of doing it - and the right way - because there are no longer Silver or Golden jubilees, there's only a weekend or two of business. In the future, all big films will release in 5,000 theatres. In an earlier interview, you said that films and filmmakers are part of a strange art form which is only measured by the yardstick of commerce. And that dichotomy is one you have to live with... You have to live with it, yes, you have to. Earlier, the business of films was not discussed on every platform. Now, if I'm getting off the plane from LA, people come up to me and say, 'Sir, congratulations, what big figures!' Earlier they would come and say nice film, good role - now they talk about earnings. The applause is mixed with the jingling of coins, you have to hear both together.

It doesn't make me too happy. My heart doesn't crunch numbers. But my business partners are happy - mazaa aa gaya reactions. I'm like, ok... I think a film should be measured differently also.

Is it the media's obsession with you vs Salman that got translated into the almost hourly comparison of "RA.One" vs "Dabangg"? I don't think it's just the media, honestly. I think there is a section of people related to the trade who also talk in these terms. A trade person or a producer, he'll tell you it did well, but it didn't quite do as well as that one, or better than that one on the second day, or whatever...

I feel conversations are not viable anymore; it's just communication. And communication boils down to monosyllabic terms. Yes, no, ok, good, like, dislike, bye, 170 (crores). It is no longer ki kaisi lagi picture... Nobody converses. Reactions are like, wow, thumbs up, smiley.

New genres, new stories are like a new shoe for a day or two. And I've been in the business long enough to know ki yeh joota theek ho jayega. Now it'll swerve to the opposite - these figures are unheard of, etc, etc. I would not like to participate in either of these discussions, Day 1, Day 2, week... the messages I get are like, '7 crores on a Monday! Super duper!' The first four days are just about communication, then it comes to conversation about a film. Appreciating a film is like opening a wine... good wine needs a little breathing before you drink it.

On the point of commerce vs art: Wouldn't you be remembered for a role like "Chak De" even if that wouldn't be a movie that made a fraction of the money that "RA.One" is making? No, I don't think so, I don't think that's a case in point. I work for now. I don't work for two things - I don't work for posterity, and I don't work for prosperity. Some people work for prosperity. I've worked for that. But now I am prosperous, I am ok. And I don't work for posterity. Yaar main yeh kya nishaan chhod ke jaa raha hoon? Because posterity is not created by you; it's created by talk, by cinema, by life itself. If you're working for either of the two, you're on a shaky wicket. I work for NOW. I want to be untouched by this whole tangibility factor.

I was speaking to Lady Gaga, I had this long interview with her, and she said some very nice things. I really appreciated it because when I say those things, I sound as if I am philosophizing too much. But she was saying the same thing. If finally someone were to give her a choice between giving up her money, her stardom, all that she's earned, or give up singing, she'd choose not to give up singing. If someone were to give me the choice between giving up all my cars and my money and giving up acting, I'd say, yaar, acting karte rahenge, will let those go.

Maybe if you are as successful as I am today, you have that choice. Maybe that's not a choice one has in the first two years of one's career. But this is my reality today. I don't work for the prosperity; yes, it happens along the way, Mashallah, it's very good for the business. And I don't think about posterity. I will not think about posterity because I still haven't ended; I think my posterity will be when I sit down and start watching my own films, which I still don't do.

Never? Never, yaar. I can't watch my own films. I've kept that for old age - ki baith ke dekhoonga, kiya kyaa.

What is old age? Old age, for me? The way I'm going, about 140. That's what my friends say. I'm 46 now - so about a hundred to go!

Your dad was 50-something when he passed away. You've talked about thinking more of mortality, and of him, when you approach 50. Yes, then I did. But now I don't... because I am the healthiest I ever was right now. And I am also more relaxed. In a happier space as a person. To me it's no longer about wanting to have my finger in every aspect of life, like I used to be maybe 15 years ago.

But ya, it is strange to think that my son today is as old as I was when my father died. I do get reminded of that, ya. Not necessarily about mortality... but it's good to be reminded of that, too. Like Steve Jobs said, if you know finally you're going to die, there seems to be no risk in anything you do in life. He said this when he had cancer. I think our fear of mortality stops us from living life to the fullest. I am living my dreams - how many people get a chance to do that?

Lady Gaga tweeted a picture with you and said 'screw Hollywood!' That must have made you happy! Yeah! Actually all the reviews of my movie in Hollywood are like that. You should read the reviews in LA Times, New York Times... a journalist said to me, 'It's like we've been saying this for 8-10 years, suddenly, seeing "RA.One", we're telling Hollywood, dude, even technically they're here now - and the cost is one-hundredth of your films.' I think it's a sign of the times, whether it's Akon or Lady Gaga, they all want to come to India. In reverse, it took an Oscar for us to recognize the genius of a Resul.

As to Lady Gaga, she's a sweet lady, really, really upfront, honest. I spent three hours chatting with her. It was fantastic. Simple, down-to-earth middle-class girl... 'Simple' and 'middle-class' are not the first words that come to mind when you speak of Lady Gaga... An image. An image that's bordering on the bizarre. And it's just an image. Amazingly intellectual. A philosopher. She is very clear. As a person, she is so deep, she knows the philosophy of the world, she ad verbatim knows the philosophers... It was a great learning experience - and I say that about very few people, more so those who are 25 years old.

She said a great thing to me. She said, an artiste's personal life should not be discussed beyond a point, because it somehow blunts the art of the artiste. People start taking the art less seriously than the personality. She says my personality is me, my art is what you see - and they are two distinct, two clear thoughts. Seeing her on stage, you expect her to be this really wild, vivacious girl - she's actually a calm, normal person who says her most interesting pastime is cooking food for her father whenever she's in New York. Middle-class girl. She's very clear - I just want to sing.

It was a fantastic learning experience for me, and it was also stuff that I completely believe in. Whatever I am out here is for the people - I'll dance for you, I'll do a "Chammak Challo", I'll wear a tight suit and fly if that makes you happy. But in my personal life, I'm a deeper person. So when you say silly things about me... I have to disassociate and say, these guys don't even know me personally. So the comment is unfounded. This guy doesn't even know me. I was flipping through an article and somebody had written, 'This is the most expensive mid-life crisis of a person'. Why are you talking about my mid-life crisis? What do you know about my crisis? Or where I am? Talk about the film - that's what you're paid for. Review the film. Don't review my personal life. I don't sell my personal life to you. Talk about the actor, don't talk about the person.

When you make a personal remark about me, without knowing me, I have to take it like that - it's your own issues in life maybe, you're just putting it upon me because iske paas yeh sab kyun hai, hamare paas kyun nahin. I guess it's just that, finally.

Are you still an outsider in the system after all these years? Well, if you look at it, I'm an outsider, which my son won't be, so maybe he'll have it easier... but it's not that. I'm told that I may be coming across as rude. I'm not really very social.

Maybe it's because I don't bend. Maybe because even in the face of bad things, I'm smiling. It irks people sometimes. They're like, saala, akele yeh sab kaise kar leta hai? I do that because I sleep less, I work harder. Everyone finds a different reason for my success except the fact that I act. 'Yeh marketing guru hai yaar'. 'You know what, saale ki luck chal rahi hai'.

Luck chal rahi hai, for 20 years? Haan, saala, bees saal se luck hi chal rahi hai! It's 'Arre wohi kare ja raha hai, love stories karta rehta hai'. 'Gaane nikal jaate hain iske; gaane achhe mil jaate hain saale ko'. 'You know what, Muslim audience bahut pyaar karti hai isko.' 'Overseas! Overseas ki wajah se itna chalta hai.'

They find strange reasons for my success. But the real reason is - early to bed, early to rise, work my a** off, and advertize. It's as simple as that.

I am my one man walking talking team. I can handle 5-6 things at a time. I can handle a cricket team, I can handle production, I can set up a VFX studio, I can make the most expensive film in the country. I can still come and launch a kabaddi tournament in Bhatinda and deliver a speech at Adasia which everybody loved and still go back home and celebrate my birthday with my kids.

And I can play video games with them. And I'm not tired. And I'm everywhere.

But your being everywhere was a point of much talk in the run-up to "RA.One" - he's on every show, everywhere... And why not? An actor once told me - I won't name him - 'I don't like dancing at weddings'. I said, and how often have you been invited to dance at weddings? The answer: 'I'll never do it'. I said, pehle chance toh mile! If I'm invited, if I'm put on people's shoulders, if I'm asked to be on, from "KBC", to whatever programme - if I'm called, I like to do it, I'm ok. This is what I'm here for. I like doing that. You do that if you're called. Just because you're not invited, don't run down my party. I'm invited to every party. And I like to attend all of them. And I enjoy myself.

Life is beautiful. I am beautiful. And the few things around me that are not beautiful - I like to think of them as nazarbattoos - tils. Woh kehte hain na, tere chehre pe yeh jo kaala sa til hai, lagta hai daulat-e-husn pe darbaan bitha rakha hai. So yeh jo negative baatein karte hain mere baare me, yeh mere daulat-e-husn ke darbaan hain, mujhe nazar lagne se bachate hain.

You looked tired, run-down sometimes while being everywhere... I got tired. I fell sick, actually. I got a bronchitis attack but I couldn't stop, film ke premieres they. Then I was on antibiotics.

Superstars don't rest, do they? I sleep an average of 30-35 hours a week. Today I slept just an hour, but on the flight from LA, I slept for 16 hours straight. I guess it comes out to an average of 5 hours. I don't sleep very early anyway. I like that time at night. That's the only time I get to be with myself. No cars, no clothes, no films, nothing, just my thoughts. That's important. People think insomnia hai, but it's not that. I like that time - 2, 3am. You hear crickets, it's quiet. I like that time of the night.

For 20 years, when so much is asked of you, and you want to give it with happiness and love, you deserve that time by yourself. I just sit quietly, I do nothing. I'll write, or surf channels, or read a really silly book. That time, I feel, gets me ready for the next day, more than the sleep.

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CELEBRATING RA.ONE AND GAGA MANIA...ON THE EDGE OF GLORY...FILMS, LOVE WITH SHAH RUKH KHAN AND ARTISTIC INTELLIGENCE...@LADY GAGA...HAPPY 46th BIRTHDAY MY SHAH *ILU*~ (11/02/2011)

"As You Unravel Me"

2011-07-10T16:42:00.001-07:00

As I am
Weaving crosshairs
of your wrapping fingers
shadowing my eyes
I see filtered
behind the hazel of your own
an insatiable intensity
ordering my flesh
To ascend
and descend
into a recruit’s rhyme

"Take me higher"

"Move lower...Ooh... my sweet love..."

I ask of you

Submerging, you trail down to my heart
Hearing its clamorous beat you remove the lace
Undressing the silk of my skin
Untying me
Exposing me
Freeing me
From the crimson veiled phantoms
Bleeding across your bed
Begging to be scrubbed clean

"Don’t"

I whisper to you

"It’s not time yet"

Let them be...
Let us drench in each other
Am tainted in your colors
you’re painted in my soul
and we need the camouflage
I need the frequency of your lips
the length of its waves
to hush my moans
transforming themselves
from sound to sensation
Crying to shivering
Escaping from mouth to body
both begging release...
The consequence is the expert
playing of our digits
Surging music from our bones

"Lean closer"...

Your smile begs to be tasted
Heavenly dimples blushing
Something about this feeling
when kissing you is so tender
than the hesitation allowed
The intricate examination
of the texture of your flesh
leaves this raw expectancy
of waiting for more and more
Pausing for the truth of your tongue
as it unravels me again and again...

WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY (GREENATHON): Shah Rukh Khan on Greenathon3 Taking It Global~June 5th 2011

2011-06-05T12:08:00.000-07:00

We all talk of improving lives, saving the environment and making a difference globally for our families and societies as a whole...BUT what are we really doing about it?? Action does speak louder than words, so lets take a look at some who are walking the talk while making it fun to do so...

GREENATHON 3: SRK UNINTERRUPTED - TOO FUNNY :-)

NDTV-Toyota Greenathon 3: Shah Rukh Khan talks about a whole lot of things, but some of the one liners... you would want to hear them again… LMAO~

SHAH DANCES TO RA. ONE'S CHAMMAK CHALLO BY AKON WITH PRIYANKA...G3

But most importantly, Shah Rukh Khan, Priyanka Chopra and Shahid Kapoor amongst others adopted 580 villages and all will be lit up with solar lanterns that will help improve the villagers’ lives immensely. Just think the villagers can see what they’re doing in the dark, girls can read and get better grades in school, the villagers’ day to day activities and lives are made easier just by having light instead of working in the darkness. God!!! I am so thankful to all these wonderful celebrities for making a difference where it matters most and helping boost their communities. Shah Rukh Khan adopted 11 villages on this Greenathon 3 and has helped take the greenathon movement global. I don’t know about you but if you asked me how I feel about all this. It would take me an eternity and more to tell you just how proud I am of my Shah...what a blessing and a beautiful example this man is to society and to me and my family. Thank you my love for all your efforts and may Allah open all the doors for you to your greatest achievements and all the success in the upcoming films Ra. One and DON 2...Words don’t do you justice Shah...but you have my heart and soul and that is enough words from me for now~

NDTV-Toyota Greenathon 3: SRK dances to Sajda dedicated to him at Greenathon 3

ALL IN ALL 11 CRORES ( 110,000,000.00 INR) => 2,454,261.51 USD EQUIVALENT WAS RAISED FOR 580 VILLAGES IN INDIA WITHOUT LIGHT!! CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO MADE IT HAPPEN~

Shah Rukh Khan: I think we cannot remove plastic straight away. We need to learn how to recycle it...You're damn right baby we do need to learn how to recycle, all of us~

ASK YOURSELVES A FEW QUESTIONS AS YOU GO ON ABOUT YOUR LIVES AND TRY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE:

How shall I stop the use of plastics in my day-to-day activities?
How shall I conserve energy?
How shall I help in stopping pollution from my side?
How shall i make a difference in another person's life?

Did The Professor Have A Choice...? And what would your choice be??? :))

2011-05-12T12:58:00.000-07:00

The following is an actual question given on a Chemistry mid-term exam at the University of Nairobi in Kenya.

The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well~

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic
(absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

P1V1 = P2V2

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.
Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Julie during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you!"..in her own words..and then take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true and thus; I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why last night, Julie kept shouting..."Oh My God!!!"

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A+"

New Beginnings Year 2011

2010-12-29T02:33:00.000-08:00

Today is a good day to new beginnings,
Our tale may be old but it’s new in this season
Speaking the arc of truth today
My muse’s blessing took the form of
An immaculate colored breeze
devouring the rebellious butterfly on the wing
As he guided me to

My new year’s resolution...

Loving those within and closest to my heart
Now more than ever

As he loved then, I loved back
Now I love and he loves even more
We will love still
And hope to love infinitely

Without misfortune or ramification
In the sweet breathing of our lives
2011 is a good year to just love
And truly be loved eternally and thereafter.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE AND STAY BLESSED WITH LOTS OF LOVE~

"My Adonis"

2010-10-05T15:39:00.000-07:00

You stand before me
Handsome as always,
My Adonis
Sculpted from my love,
My dreams and desires.
I am astounded at how still you can be
As my eyes drink your flawless pose
Rock hard granite perfection.
Silky raven hair falling
No...
Hanging above a placid
Forehead unrifled yet by age
A Masterpiece!
Gem colored eyes
Varying hue by the hour
Or reset by the mood
Cat's Eye Topaz
Malachite chartreuse
Complimenting
Fleshy lips flawlessly placed
Begging to be bitten...
To be consumed...
On an angular face
As if chiseled after an image of Eros
Erogenous neck line luring the eye
Down to your broad shoulders
Arms outlined in muscles
Defined and secure
Like a horse in gallop

Tag Heuer resting on your wrist
Interrupting the flow
To your hand
Harboring virile fingers
Painting, gliding and gripping
A pen, a phone, a brush,
My soft supple skin...
Your torso inebriating
Your well drawn back
A heavenly sea to rest upon
A pirate
plundering hearts
Wherever you may sail.

I met you long ago
Needing someone to dream of
When bored and to speak to
When lonely
To cry to and hold
When nights failed
To draw me into slumber

Now always together...

I have spoken to you
Of Love, Fears, Dreams
I have read your poetic words
Contemplating all of life
Your melodious soft voice
Stretches itself over the extension
Whispering magical words
Lulled with a sultry accent
Airing comforting phrases
These memories and time spent
With a man that is more than a rainy-day’s comfort
And a fleece blanket covering
My naked feet.

Softly...
Like a whispered caress
I edge closer
To your wanting pedestal
I possess you
My one-piece collection,
Frozen forever in this moment
My hands move-rushing to
Polish you into refined elegance
Kissing your eyes,
Your dimple,
Your nose.
Caressing your face,
Your chest,
Your thighs.
I kneel before you
My Vampire Knight...
Smoothing you until you glisten
I come apart at the ends of
Your soft fingertips...
And before I am finished
I slowly run my lips
From the apex to the base
Of our passionate craving
Entangled in sweat and tears
Unafraid of tomorrow’s fears
Ecstatic to the moment’s oblivion

For every question
You hold in your heart
I answer
I am yours.

"Don't Question My Intelligence: SRK!!!"

2010-10-01T14:16:00.001-07:00

I love posting anything that i find interesting and there're a million reasons why i adore Shah Rukh Khan as a man / star / actor and human being. Below is one among those many reasons. Here is an example of what simple human rights (Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Thought, Freedom of Religion, Equality excetera...) are and how they're interpreted and misconstrued by others. This is an article from the Times Of India and my thoughts come after, some translations are included...

Anshul Chaturvedi, TNN, Sep 30, 2010, 12.00am IST

SRK ke affair ki story mein ek byte communal harmony ka bhi chala do (While talking about SRK's affairs let's throw in a byte about communal harmony too) is how stars' perspectives on national issues are treated, says SRK, which is why he doesn't always say what he thinks. Except, of course, to TOI

Last week, the Mumbai police asked cine stars to appeal to people to maintain communal harmony as the Babri verdict approaches. You've spoken earlier – after Emraan Hashmi's press conference on not getting a house in Mumbai – and you'd said that you have a point of view, but you're defensive about expressing it because a) it's always misinterpreted, and b) the media doesn't take a stand. Today, if approached for bytes on communal harmony, are you willing to go beyond the one-liners?
Perhaps we should not be taken very seriously because we are film stars. You don't go to every engineer or doctor to take his viewpoint on communal harmony. The contrary argument to this is – oh, but you guys are public figures! My contrary argument is, we are public figures to the extent that we are entertainers. Beyond that, if there is an issue that I want to talk about, it may be personal, it may be women's education, I'll say it. You don't have to take it seriously, but if I felt it, I said it. If somebody takes it seriously, wonderful.

But I do feel that the line between how seriously we can take movie stars is rather fuzzy; we ask every movie star to talk about a national issue – whether it's the games, a cricket match, communal harmony, using contraceptives, polio vaccines... And on the same hand, we ask them some really silly things too. By virtue of subjecting a profession to two diverse thoughts – arre, bataiye, aap ne toh wahaan badi badtameezi ki thi, aap to sharab pi kar danga karte hain, humne suna hai ki aap ne toh...(Please tell us, you behaved so badly in that place, you drink and create havoc, we heard you .....) – you get a little schizophrenic. Am I someone who should talk about a larger issue in the overall interest, or am I someone who is just meant to be doing tomfoolery?

Yeah, the last time you spoke on this, you said, I'm just a dumb, vulgar star, why should I have an opinion?
Yeah, so why do I have to answer all this... so you are always in two minds when something like this is said. There are days when you feel, I'm not gonna speak, yaar. Because with the stage and the time of the work that you are doing, you reach a point when you cross just personal satisfaction. Then you think, I'll do this because cinema will look better. Of course you want your films to do well, but at some point you also begin doing it with a thought beyond just the BO returns.

But people only weigh it like that – that you can't think beyond your next film's future. That makes me go back to a thought – films and filmmakers and actors are part of a strange art form, which is only measured by the yardstick of commerce. So it's a dichotomy; it'll always be so. Ki hum artists hain, lekin jab tak woh painting biki nahi ek crore ki, tab tak hum bade artist nahin hain. (We are artistes but until that painting sells for a crore we haven't made it to the top) It's a strange thing, that you are weighed purely by commerce, while you are artistic by thought and belief. So sometimes, the question is put to you as an artistic person, about national interest. And you're like, haan, main artist hoon, main aapse is baare mein bolta hoon. (Yeah I'm an artiste, so I'm talking to you on this issue)) Suddenly, it's a commercial question – and you go, arre, yeh kahan se aaya... (Arre, where did this come from) It's a fait accompli, an occupational hazard, and I'll never be able to resolve it.

So when someone says to me, speak about communal harmony, I will say – yeah, I believe in communal harmony, in my house there's communal harmony. I believe my nation is truly secular, I truly believe that. So I will talk about it. And on the same platform, like you were just pointing out the contradiction, someone will ask me – toh aapka six pack aa gaya? (so have you got your 6-packs yet?) So you're like... how do I answer something on communal harmony and on six packs in the same breath? So you're, like I said, schizophrenic. You know you're playing two parts simultaneously, and so on days, you try to avoid playing at least one of them.

I don't know if people understand, from the outside, the dichotomy of questions that we are subjected to, ki bhai, kya poochh rahe ho same breath mein? (what are you asking in the same breath?) You don't ask the other part to national leaders, you never ask them a frivolous question. And just because we entertain, by jumping and doing fight scenes and dancing, it does not make us different...it takes a lot of intellect to do the silly things that we do on screen to convince a billion people that this is true. It takes a lot of intellect to be able to convince people to believe in fantasy – but people don't seem to be able to recognize that.

Like, Walt Disney wasn't a cartoon...
Absolutely. Walt Disney is not a cartoon. He is genuinely, internationally, the longest lasting phenomenon. You don't laugh at him when you see his face and say, he's Mickey Mouse. He's not Mickey Mouse – he's the creator of dreams. And some dreams are funny, some are silly, some are sweet – that does not make the creator any of those things, it just makes him very imaginative. It makes him versatile.

I like talking when people ask me sensible questions. Ask me senseless questions also, but in a context, and I can have fun, I can make you laugh at my answers. But it should not be that you are just doing it for a purpose which is so transparent, and you are questioning my intelligence by asking me a question like that; ask me a question, but don't question my intelligence. That's what it comes down to, many times. Come with a question, but don't come with a motive behind a question. But... you live with it. You do get irritated also, at times... maybe that is why people are taking to more social networking stuff. They are actually moving away. That is why you may find in the long run that the fastest information, the most important information, finally, all celebrities will end up giving through their own channel – be it a book, a blog, Twitter, XYZ. If I'm not talking about a topic on my channel, it means I don't want to talk about it. I'm very clear now, for example, I don't talk about religion. If somebody asks me a question, I usually won't answer, because what I say hurts people. So, it's like, sorry, now you can't have my views on religion, publicly, because you don't know how to appreciate it, because it causes too much strife.

Transmission losses?
Ya, ya, it all gets... in fact, in some time, I'm gonna take a position that I will not answer questions about co-actors. Ask me about my film, my work, my job, my stuff – good. Bas.

So if it is about your suit in " Ra.One", or the six packs, the pop answers, you will answer anyone, but if it is about something that you actually think about, like religion, you won't take a public platform, won't share it?
No, I won't share it. Not with the popular media. I don't think they're even interested in knowing. I doubt if there is any real interest. It is like – aap bol dijiye na, thoda sa bol dijiye communal harmony pe... matlab? (tell us a bit please, just say a few words on communal harmony....what's that?) It's like advertising. They just want me like someone who is selling that thing right now. Thoda sa bol do na... Shah Rukh ka affair ka story chala denge, toh uske andar ek yeh bit bhi aa jayega communal harmony appeal ka. (Just tell us a few words na?.....we'll start the story with Shahrukh's affairs and throw in a bit about communal harmony too) I think a lot of actors and right thinking people will be perplexed by that, won't they?

You've stuck to that line, of not commenting on issues of social relevance?
Yeah, I don't think movie stars are nationally relevant – it's as simple as that. Or, are thought to be not relevant enough to speak in the national interest, on national issues, without it turning out to be a full blown controversy. We are not supposed to have an opinion. If we have an opinion, it has to be controversial – that is how we are always projected. It is difficult. I do have my opinions, in a private room, and I like to share them, and I do like to figure out if they are correct or wrong; I am an open, 'discussive' kind of person, but it is so unfortunate that today, I am so worried about saying anything – can't even say anything nice about the city (Delhi) ki bhai kisi aur city ko bura na lag jaaye! (in case some other city gets offended) I may say things with the right intention, but more often than not, people will misconstrue it.

I couldn't help overhearing you talking to friends about the question of money-making in projects of national relevance, before we began this interaction...
If anyone is working on something in the national interest – even if there is this human nature, that I would like to earn because I am working the hardest in this activity, or whatever, if you feel you are not being paid enough for it as per your efforts, say so, make a clear-cut demarcation about these things. But be clear, whatever I am doing in the national interest, for a public activity, at least 51 per cent should go to the nation, I can look to make 49 per cent from it. It cannot be that 99 per cent I make and give 1 per cent to the nation! You need to give back. And when I say give back, I am not being idealistic, I'm a material guy, I'm a businessman, I'm a f****** rock star! Okay, maybe I shouldn't be talking like that, but the point I'm making is that, if I'm ever asked to do something in the national interest, do a project of national relevance, it's not as if I will not charge for it, but I will ensure that what I give back is not just worth that money, but is a little more than that. It should not be just value for money, it should be a little more than value for money. If you are in a business, your personal venture, take 100 per cent profit, take 500 per cent profit by all means, but if you are working on a national project, the objective cannot be to take back a 500 per cent profit. If somebody is working very hard, or deserves a lot of money, pay him upfront, say he is going to be working for so much time, he deserves it – and then put the rest of the money where it should go. But unfortunately, that sort of transparency is rarely there.

In that context – Rahman being paid 5 crore for the games song, which is widely seen to be a fiasco. Do you think this is an instance of delivering more than a little value for money, as you say, or is it that when politicians and bureaucrats commission something, even a Rahman ends up delivering a sarkari output?
Uh... you see, yaar, creativity has this problem, sometimes it'll be liked, sometimes it won't. It's unfortunate that perhaps we expected something more popular from this music, and it isn't that. See, this is very subjective. You will find enough people who like that also, I think. But perhaps one has decided at some level to take the Commonwealth Games and say, everything is wrong. Ek predisposed idea ho gaya hai – Commonwealth hai, sab kuch kharab hai. Paani aa gaya, dengue aa gaya, traffic aa gaya, yeh ho gaya, woh ho gaya... sab kuch galat hai. Ek wrong footing par aa gaya hai games,(It's become a predisposed idea now - It's the CWG, everything's rotten. There's floods, there's dengue, too much traffic, this...and that...everything's bad) and the song is also caught up in that.

Also, I think the whole spectacle is a reflection of how little we appreciate sporting events in our country. We as it is are quick to demean it, and of course all these recent controversies in cricket etc are not helping it either. It's a slightly grey area for us.

A Bollywood superstar, brand ambassador for a state, a little later is brand ambassador for another state with a completely different political ideology...?
You can see it one way, I see it the other way, like I am affiliated to, say, Pepsi. If I leave Pepsi, and later Coke tells me to do something for them, I'd do it. I have no issues, whether Coke and Pepsi have different ideologies or not. See, I'm called for a job, I'd do it. I used to endorse a computer company; they don't use me any more, for the last one and half years. There's another computer company that just called me, and I said of course I'll do it. Of course I believe both the companies are good at their job. And I believe it is my job to tell people about what the good points of either company are. I'm not lying in either case.

If I'm called to launch the Delhi Eye, I'll say okay, I'll come, I was excited by the London Eye, so if there's something like that opening here, and I'm called, I'll come. Tomorrow if I'm called to launch the Chennai Eye, I'll go and do it, or the Bhopal Eye, or the Lucknow Eye. There's no political line, as far as I see it.

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I think we look at stars or public figures as servants of our own egos and not human enough to feel and do the things we do simply because they're portrayed as a bit alien with something more than a normal person. Hence, we emulate them and blame them at the same time for simply being human. But it's time we realize that they're no different than we're they just happen to be in a different line of work than most of us. Okay granted they make more money but anyone who works hard enough or invents something can make that kind of money. However, this is besides the point. I have met women who tell me that their kids look up to President Obama and therefore when he smokes he's setting a bad example. Yeah you heard me right...Please do excuse my French but who the fuck thinks like that??? How does your parental responsibility get transfered to the President of the United States??? Does he not have enough responsibilities on his plate as a public servant of this United States of America, he has to babysit someone's kids, a responsibility that is solely theirs as parents?? Oh and as if that isn't enough you find parents that that let their kids watch whatever is on the TV or online like a Lady Gaga video and then when their kids want to dress like her they decide to blame the Musician and completely fail to see how idiotic that is!! Because Gaga didn't give birth to their child, they did it's up to them to shelter their kids from anything that maybe a bad influence or overexposure to the Media...

I fail to understand this kind of mentality where people project their personal responsibilities to movie stars, musicians, political figures and other celebrities.

Why do we ask movie stars and musicians questions about politics or how to run our country? Isn't this the work of those congressmen, senators and Members of Parliament we voted for and put on those high end seats to run our countries and governments? And who says movie stars and musicians don't have a political opinion? Are they not citizens of their countries and well serving members of those very communities? They have every right to voice their opinions just like everyone else but we make it a big deal that they have spoken and God forbid they said something sensible so we turn on them and use their words against them. But wait... when we need them to show up for an event (fund raising etc..) we're promoting then suddenly their opinions seem to matter. How wrong is this???

So here is my take on it because it annoys the living daylights out of me...

People...all the above persons have their own lives to deal with besides yours. They have their own:
-Families (Children ) to raise
-Jobs that they have to work hard at to survive
-Trying to please all their fans or followers
-Entertain everyone
-Keeping up appearances everywhere
-Maintaining the the peace amongst us because we're just too stupid to work together on common goals that benefit us all as human beings (Democrats and Republicans)

Now get your shit straight ya'll, get on top of your game and take care of your own damn responsibilities and issues as parents and members of your communities instead of sitting on your asses and blaming some public figure who has no clue what your psychosis or egotistic self centered-ness is all about!!!

Ask yourselves what your responsibilities as parents, members of society and as human beings are before you throw all that to some actor, musician, or politician. We all have an obligation to ourselves and an interest in our communities and need to evaluate how we're making a difference for ourselves, our families and others around us before we designate that accountability to someone else!!

GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT!!!

"A Lesson In Chemistry"

2010-09-28T16:59:00.000-07:00

Indivisible you come to me...meeting me in the spaces...
between our hearts...
Here now...talk to me...more about everything...whisper slowly...
Films with you...films of you...old black and white movies...
colored ones too...
Take off my armour...stay tonight...decorate me...
Reflections in cafe` windows...we sit and read together...
substance...
I want (not less)...maybe more... yes more...touching...
your glittering gold...
Surround me...soft pillows...in hotel rooms...waiting...
Dream...make it unforgettable...everything else...
leave it unsaid...
Needing...You undress me...unfolding me...my layers...
My fingers...mesh and then unmesh with yours....
They trail...over the soft olive flesh...
Of your forearm...to your back...down...
So strong...yet vulnerable...Your sight...
It never fails to undo me...

Confessions...In your ear...I need to run...down every path of you...
Exhaust myself in the many mazes...and patterns of you until weary...
I collapse...allowing the last remaining traces of coherence...
To abandon me before...the madness of your scent...
Leaves me...without an identity...

"Mmmm..." You giggle...looking at me...you search deep...in my eyes...

Gift wrap me...red bow...make it about nothing...
about something...about everything...
Say it...I will...tell me stories...till dawn...
Sweet...sweeter...sweetest...equations and calculations...as you...
Feed me...
Loving...your tenderness...such beauty...fade in me...you are my whole...
Our lips...our torsos...our hips...our thighs...our moisture...
Our straining...our collapse...inside...

"Please...!" You whisper... again and again...as you're kissing me...
Not knowing what you're begging for...but it almost feels like it’s your life...
I have never heard you plead before...
"Yes Sir...!" I say...tears rolling down my eyes..."Anything you need...
...Everything you need..." I belong to you...murmuring...
Drowning in your kisses...beneath the flood of your yearning...
You lose yourself... in me...I come undone...
Falling into one another...complete rapture...

By the phone...calling me...play me like your sax...
Cover me...
Comforting you...giving trust...love...my fire...You
Glued to you...on you...portraits of intimacy...fit in my frame...
My winter coat...your arms...your heartbeat...Within me...
Your touch...meliorates my emotive wounds...
Your lips...nestle the glaze of my being...
Your soul...becomes that of with purpose...only after my own...
Altogether...Ours...

SHAH...THIS ONE BELOW IS FOR MAKING ME ELATED TODAY...*ILU*..THANK YOU..!'BUMPY RIDE' TEACHING YOU HAHA...~

"Love's Invasion"

2010-09-21T19:54:00.000-07:00

Love came in a Spanish calypso
with sonnets written under a
Back Bay’s Indian moon
It was smoking a Cuban cigar
filled with verses written
by romantic film heroes
Blowing clouds of carnival sounds
trying to rewrite the notes to my heart
I fell prey
to the sweet tongue
Kissing my heaven

When I was awakened
from the hypnotic loving
It had stolen my rebel
Leaving me like those badass poets
Who once composed the history of
Britain with their famished teeth
Volcanic lyrics that made
The devil retreat under words
they can now be seen on road side theaters
Singing tunes of Shakespeare
Writing love messages in bottles
Searching for that predator
Who indulged on their hearts
Very shortly they will blossom
Because that is what love will do
Filling your inkwell with roses
and soft melodies
Making you forget to cry
I feel the beating heart from graves
Of men whose bravery still bleeds on my page
I didn’t want to fall in love
And have it take away the pain
Because yesterday needs revealing
and tomorrow needs replenishing

But alas...

Am too late for Love’s Invasion.

"Third Strike!"

2010-09-14T02:43:00.000-07:00

Rise before me...
Take your shirt out of your jeans.

Now!

I didn’t say you could look at me.
You just earned your...

First strike!

Kick your shoes off and spread your legs apart.
I want bare feet
Spread them wider
I can see the pulse jumping at your throat.
You’re breathing fast, baby...
There’s no reason to be afraid of me.
At least, not yet.
I can always smell you.
Your scent’s caught on my skin
and when I taste it on waking
My smile soaks into my day
and spreads like honey through my limbs
You smell like sandalwood and tonquin musk
with white chocolate
I’ll never be hungry again
Or soiled

Unbutton your shirt from the bottom to the top.
Slow
Slower
I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.

That’s the second strike!

Throw your shirt near your shoes
and take a deep breath.
If you look at me again,
I’ll pull one of your chest hairs out
with my nails and feed it to you.

You know...literally?

I’ll place my lips against yours
and tug them open
With my incisors and a guarded heart
Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle
I’ve started to need you
So I’ll bite hard this time.

I’m going to hurt you tonight
In three delicate ways
So that you don’t hurt me
When your hand gets tangled
in my hair as we sleep
Pull your jeans just below your hips
And be still...

Such marvelous lines to fall into here
my throat aches..am thirsty...

There’s a muscle twitching beside your belly
when I reach out with my two hungry fingers
You almost flinch.

That is the third strike!

You know what that means...

Come here boy... *I Love You* ~:)

"The Child In Him"

2010-09-07T15:41:00.000-07:00

I love
The child in him
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
The blush upon his cheek
The tender way he speaks
I love
That he shows me that he cares
And tells me he loves me in his own invented
language
The little colds disturbing his ever
Strong immune system
That give him a stuffy nose,
How he sweetly agonizes
On everything smelling less
How I make him chicken noodle soup
And give him lemon with sweet honey
Cold remedies concocted in the
Pharmacy of my soul
Honey lemon syrup of passion and
Hot ginger filled in his laughter

I love
The touch of his warm hand
That gently touches my hair
When he’s feeling better
And he holds me in his arms
The warmth from his chest on my face
as I lay on my forever home
I love
When he wears "the pink eye glasses"
The way he says my name
When I kiss his nose
The smiles that we share
That fill my life with glee
For when I’m with him
I find the child in me.

"My Predicate"

2010-08-30T17:28:00.000-07:00

Words seem so inadequate
When I reach for you.

Why?

I want to
Precisely convey
The trace of my fingertip
Along the nape of your neck
or along the soft dimple in
the small of your cheek
as i stroll down the furrows
of your chest...

But how?

Each night as I envelop you in my arms
Your love’s scent mocks my attempts
to attach these predicates
called words
And when I awake and
find your hand in mine
I desperately search for
An unused phrase,
And unrepeated clause
That paints best a picture,
That speaks to you and of you
Of this delight that you sketch
Within me beyond definition

Yet what else is there for me to use?

I am no painter or actor
Is there another language
I must learn
That can portray
The way we fit and
The safety we feel
As we hold one another?
Our gaze meets and
our dreams are intricately
tangled
Every night I madly search
The heart’s dictionary
The soul’s thesaurus
And once more
The words slowly abate
Your loving glance becomes the
rhyming composition
Your laughter the emotional verse
The brush of your lips become
my pausing sonnet
Your arms wrapped around me
the Academy
This game is astoundingly frustrating
yet thrillingly beautiful

Perhaps...

It is Evolution, an Atomic
Fusion of electrical transformation,
an Inception
That needs to catch up
Where the Predicate
And our heart space is so
Undeniably intertwined
That one learner cannot survive
without the other
Certainly that is what already is,
Our never ending comma
An everlasting trend.

"Embracing your chaos"

2010-08-25T01:50:00.000-07:00

I wrote this first in long hand in the dark
Wrote you short hand in the dim
to feel the words take me innocently upon the page
the distractions of the colour of life ruled away
Or was I trying to be a secret agent of my words?
Going undercover as I scrawled my
heart speak over an unlit page
hiding my feelings in the dimming
But each letter that fell
I knew where the right imprint of my truth was
I desire to write them on your skin each day one by one
with my tongue dipped in the ink of you
I love you
I love you still
I love you without the need to have a returning page
Eyes closed into the shadow of us
you ate from the goblet of my flames
slowly I consumed the fuel of my forever love for you
I lay quietly, glistening, the stars of my skin twinkling as your fingers passed
You wondered what universe you had led my mind to.
I played amongst the clouds the tremulous symphony
that was neither predictive nor pre-emptive.
Annihilating me you celebrated my fascination
Imbibing our motivation right to the core of the matter
to the nuance of our heart beat with undying emotion.
Such it was...
A knowing that cannot be spoken
A love that cannot be broken.
Day came with a discerning ray of light
And I awoke with a smile of contentment
my lips blurred a little in midnight blue
A no regret kind of awakening morning
It just does not feel wrong
to love the way we do, our biopic.

"Through Their Eyes"

2010-08-17T14:17:00.001-07:00

Through their eyes
Door to door
Street to street
Her walk, little feet leaving imprints
Of mud and innocence,
selling her fruits and tins.
5 cents a fruit
20 cents a fish
10 cents per yam
The basket on her head
That is too big for her to carry
Weighing down on her steps and slowing her heart;
She cannot go home until it is all sold.
What will the little mouths eat?
She has a shawl draped
over her thin and weary shoulders,
With her thin and weary face
Are sharpened eyes that smolder
Telling of the truth, and the ways
And the days of their lives
That are not ever comfortable or playful;
It is why she does not smile.
Disappearing is the sun
as it sinks to the other face of earth
So that other little girls
May start the fires on their hearth
Or whatever it is that other little girls do.
This one walks on and on
vanishing out of sight
And she knows, though she keeps knocking
Door to door to door,
street to street to street,
there will be no meal for the little mouths
and that there will be no bed for her tonight.

All over this world trouble remains
Every man thinking about the rules of the game
But no-one is praying for the answer to find
The secret to happiness for all of mankind.

Every day, a little hope fades
Lost in the ocean, consumed by the waves
Of poverty and hunger, felt in the hearts
Of my young sisters living so far apart.
And into the distance of the path that we walk
We’re surrounded by silence for we never talk.

SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS SO MAN CAN HEAR YOU AND HELP OUR DAUGHTERS RISE WITH HOPE~

"GUEST POST AT THE URBAN COWBOY"

2010-08-16T12:04:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone, Brian or better known as The Urban Cowboy asked me to do a guest post. Of course I couldn't say no because it was an honor and i was elated. Most of us know him as a decent, loving and amazing human being. I admire him for his generous spirit and lovely sense of humor. Besides that, he can write some mean stories for those who enjoy reading as i do. So if you haven't met him then please stop by and visit him, you won't regret it :)

"Into Dimensions of You"

2010-08-10T16:01:00.001-07:00

You came to me
secretly
like the soft strain
of violins
woodsy
happy
noble
strangely solemn
saxophone sexual
on a bare raw breathe
I bled into your angelic limbs
as I soared through your heaven
you caught my essence
like blood and red wine
you sipped me slowly,
savored of my sweat.

Softly now
My lips linger
like cigarette smoke
on the taste of your glow
My heart warbles a chant
to the hymn of your soul
a tantalizing stroke
on the hull of your want
belonging
to the rains, the stars and the moon,
to the quiet,
to the rhythm.
You and I
reach to the sun
beneath the shades of blue
echoes like white shells and sand
hand in hand
You came to me
secretly
but linger infinitely...

"Tell Me"

2010-08-07T08:06:00.000-07:00

She walks through the door startling him, he looks up. For a while they stare at each other. Then she says, “You look tired, it looks like it’s been a busy day.” He replies, "Yeah..you have been busy too." Can you tell me what happened?
She replies, “Maybe someday...”

Then he asks her, "Did I lose you? Did I..?"

She walks up to him and hugs him. Then she answers, “I have known you all my life and even then I only knew half of you...the promise of you. But these past few months, you have fulfilled your promise. How could you ever lose me?
He tightly hugs her tears rolling down his eyes, he kisses her forehead.

"Gold on Film"

2010-07-27T20:48:00.000-07:00

The alarm shrilled
lingering briefly
he invited the morning sun rays in.
Just another day on his calendar
the morning was as the previous,
but this one was strangely
full of hope and belief.
How could he have realized it then?
No signs had laced into his dreams.
Building up anguish seeped into his bones,
he did not turn to his wife to voice it
nor did he kiss her good-morning.
He had decided to change the rules to the game
No longer a game player,
he had become the game changer.

He dressed up and ate his breakfast
reveled in his children’s eyes,
the goodbyes at the airport were short.
Going into the day that was every yesterday
of his tomorrow, his work on the film sets.
On location during a shoot she walked in,
exuberant her cheeks swallowed
each step she took left a foot print upon his heart.
Shifting her gaze; his eyes followed
concealing her dying heart inside a rib maze,
his world spun in only her direction.
Silence filled every hour she was out of sight
limbo rocking his heart back and forth.
His need had grown patient arms
but it was her tears that undid him.

Then they met again and again there after,
every moment tasting different
sweeter than the last.
He was quiet and unassuming in his disposition,
the gentle elixir for all she’d known before.
Her spilling joy was everything
missing in his uniform existence.
He knew her ache was boiling
beneath her jubilant crust,
she couldn’t bear to see him alone
not even for a second.
She had vowed to watch over him every night,
he had sworn to dance with her every day.
She loved him beyond her dying heart,
he loved her beyond all reason.

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday .

"Mapped"

2010-07-23T12:59:00.001-07:00

Sat on the grass, listening to the crickets,
laid me a map on the ground,
wide and lusty.
Fornicating with the soil it touched my outskirts,
It said, “Take me”
I said, “I will after the beautiful storm”
Looking at the map more carefully,
I realized it was fleshier,
mountainous in all the right places,
with hills exactly where there were meant to be.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I touched it and
Lo and behold!
It was my lover’s body, laid out on lascivious grass,
and it was the best map I could think of,
with all the GPS gadgets strategically placed,
he took me on an exhilarating journey,
to places I had never dreamt of.
So as not to sting him, I used blue and orange thumbtacks
to mark my favorite destinations,
the towns that I’d visit again and again with urge wondering lust,
he led me to the creek where we celebrated our selfness,
leaving a love stain on the leaves,
we mapped out our eternal tomb.

"Deified"

2010-07-14T07:01:00.000-07:00

Screaming angel prays,
imprisonment tumbles flat,
shining some stag bends.

"Jungle fever illation"

2010-07-10T21:24:00.000-07:00

It was a lovely early morning in the wild, the sun was just mounting up high in the sky and the hill-side whitened with blossoms of mountain ash. Late autumn colors flashed hues of red, yellow, drab, purple and light to dark shades of green. A rich coverlid of grass— exotic animals and birds—with private untrimmed banks of primitive apples and pebble-stones all negligent of one another as beautiful fragments. That is what I called them or thought of them. Drooping shy and unseen were our love thoughts of love yielding and acts of love climbing. Hands and arms of love, lips of love, phallic thumbs of love, breasts of love, bellies pressed and glued together with love. An all earthly chaste of jungle love it seemed.

Watching our body of love--the body of the man I love with me as the morning dew airs blew from the southwest, nature unraveling--the hairy wild-bee murmured and hankered up and down— griping the full grown lady-flower, curved upon her with amorous firm legs, took his will of her, and held himself tremulous and tight till he was satisfied. In the wet of woods through the early hours, the curious roamer kept at work; his hands roaming all over the body with bashful withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly paused and edged themselves. The mystical delectable night—the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats, had brought us to pulses pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers, a rocking conclusion at the horizon. Flushes after flushes, surfing in the rain as everything seemed better when wet. Hot hands seeking to repress what would master him; his voice carrying me into a land of open grass plains, a place where anything and everything was possible. Jungle fever driving us mad. Then a wholesome relief, stillness, content with fulfilled sighs. Work was done as we tossed carelessly to fall where we could in the beautiful wilderness, our safari concluded.

"Toffee and Ice-Cream Swirl on Safari"

2010-07-10T19:47:00.000-07:00

Trickling in caramel toffee warmth down my back,
he slithers as sugar magic streams through our veins.
My stomach aching to receive the lightness
that is the tone in his caressing voice,
crushing like stampeding animals,
herded through a kaleidoscope rainbow,
remembering to slow down.
Then taking it all in before the atmosphere disappears,
our Safari sketched.
Erupting into chaotic cacophonous diatribe on frailty,
realizing this is reminiscent of nothing ever felt before,
giving new meaning to feelings.

Every fiber in my being driven to call out to your wild,
primitive self,
brooding and emotive yet somehow fragile,
elongated musings drawing out in the middle of the afternoon,
tasting toffee colors and mischief swirls of ice-cream on the lips of you.
Us dripping down walls like water draining,
sapping of energy but still energized enough,
partaking in another rendition of love’s ballad.

Harmonizing elegantly, sensuously, sumptuously,
and scintillating lust masquerading in erotic repose.
None knowing the depths of this passion we share,
giving up all attempts to decipher our puzzle,
meaning only to enjoy this moment.
Hoping for many others that resemble this
delightful melting of ebony and ivory,
titillating, unabated and inebriated spirits morphed into one.
Marathon sessions of exasperations,
sleeping and awakening to start all over again,
drawing in breathes upon shattering release,
losing grip on sense; giving in to shameless enjoyment.
Deploying every trick ever leaned through time,
eliciting the love, pleasures of body and mind.
Electrifying skin prickles with droplets of sweat,
glistening with sheen of exhaustion,
palpitating hearts beating in unison,
so many beats per minute.
Racing to the point of passing out we shout;
"Oooh...now isn't this just the sweetest insanity of toffee and ice-cream swirl?"

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday .

"SHAH'S 500K+ TWITPARTY-CONGRATULATIONS"

2010-07-07T08:02:00.001-07:00

FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND JOYS THAT YOU GIVE ME...WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU MAKE MY LIFE AND OUR FAMILY'S. BABY *ILU* INFINITY. I HOPE YOU'RE BLESSED WITH MORE THAN 10 MILLION FOLLOWERS. BECAUSE I KNOW I WOULD FOLLOW YOU TO THE END OF THE EARTH SHAH~

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU DO FOR ME...

WITH ALL MY LOVE~
LARVK & FAMILY~

"Polaris 1°"

2010-07-04T20:10:00.000-07:00

Strutting my verve on these wireless waves,
flaunting my literary drinks, assimilating succulent dissertations,
wanting your doing words to feel my curves,
Teasing out all manner of fascination and enthrallment.
Sucking your bookish toplip with my words my Space Cowboy,
You, tasting of punctuation and unfinished sentences, allure!
Slowing down love, as you delicately drink the intoxication of my syntax,
feeling my word licks through your Wifi space; iPad, iMac, Nokia, Kindle,
steering your gravity towards sublime expression.

Watching me as I slowly strip off the formula of what rhymes in you,
flowing only in pure hardcore with no meter.
I am so grammatically undressed as I feel your holographic 3D image
around and within me, loving this feeling of allegorical nakedness.

Lying with me in a bed of supple supposition,
phrasing your desires in my mind,
pushing towards the opening number.
There are no shy abbreviations between us,
you’re in me as am blooming in your every era,
daring yourself to be my body scribe,
printing me in your soul forever.
Touching the inside of my declaration,
writing your bounteous words along my hips,
while feeling our hot groove of sultry alliteration,
reading aloud the mutual arousal of this written chorus.
Loving me in my sonnets,
Me, understanding all of your composition,
There’re no word limits to us,
No censored feelings.

I am unadulterated and unedited,
I am your prose,
you complete me with your aspirations while
penning me with your satisfactory sigh.
You’re my written muse needing to be read,
baby, we have come a long way.

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday .

"Translation London"

2010-07-03T21:47:00.000-07:00

Wet night shivers,
unfolding lotus soars,
a scream under the waves.

"Black Slick"

2010-06-26T20:12:00.000-07:00

Boats build keenly, birds
gloating burials pleading
buoyantly, limply.

"A Qualified Driver"

2010-06-24T20:43:00.000-07:00

He moved away from the edge as the lights turned yellow and then green accelerating hard, the race was long and it was going to be tough. His competitors were faster; it seemed it was getting pretty rough. As the first corner beckoned, it got a bit tighter. But he dove down inside and got it just right. Exiting the bend while the rear end was sliding, my qualified driver relaxed nearing 96 laps ‘til the end. He had had some good races in the past and qualified seventh, his experience helped him make up to fourth and then third place. By the end of the 97th lap he was sitting in second but he knew what to do as my driver was no nerd. While burning flames were spitting from the exhaust he was braking for the turns.

Though slippery from the oil, he had learnt to use this to his advantage in the past as he remembered bit by bit how to maneuver. He passed other drivers showing his true grit, half way through the race he was in the lead but he had to stop at the pits because he needed new tires and another swift adrenaline boost on 60 seconds. Regaining the lead once more he outwitted his rivals, seemed the strategy was working. On lap 98 and just two more to go, he feared things could go horribly wrong at this point but he refused to show his worries. He was a man of his word always finishing the challenges ahead of him. He calmed himself down becoming one with his car; such a beauty he had. Lovingly he stroked its steering wheel the car VRRRrrrmed as he raced deep into the finish line, the superstar had won! Receiving a Superhero trophy on the podium, he shook hands with his rivals and went to caress his baby one more time, an equally titled fine-tuned supersonic speed machine.

G.ONE~

"il Mio Mediterraneo"

2010-06-24T04:04:00.000-07:00

NAPLES~

Sailing a symbolic sea today,
mooring our tale with maritime metaphors,
plying port, spinning starboard,
veering, steering.
Simply bobbing the gentle waves of this little
jubilee of beautiful memories and bonds shared.

***
It's been seventeen bright and buoyant years.
I thank you! "Ti amo mio re infinito"

"Kite"

2010-06-22T22:19:00.000-07:00

You set out on a journey to Ithaca full of adventure and knowledge, as emotions touch your body and soul, the fierce Poseidon rises within you. Your thoughts remain lofty entering ports seen for the first time. Souring through the secret ruins of Istanbul, Roma, Barcelona and Athena; stopping at Phoenician markets and purchasing fine merchandise. Mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony. A beautiful voyage, arousing sounds of lutes and lyras entice your ears. Lovers dancing on the isles of Greece, where Sappho loved and sung bring a smile to your immortal face.

Reminiscing of a past encounter your temperature raises, Athena sensing it sees the string of your kite and follows it straight to you like the scent of fresh roses and delicate thyme. Her skirt flutters covering your face as you bend down to pick up your Spanish guitar. Her sensual perfumes provoke the scorpion phoenix in you, causing an abrupt urge to yell..., " Today, I shall play these strings to quench my Athena’s thirst." Your words stir up the heart in her breast, she watches you as you caress the strings of the guitar a delicate flame running beneath her skin. Yearning for you to release her from the grueling anxiety that her soul longs for, she’s almost scared to admit that the adventures of your body much like your voyage excite her. That on multiple occasions she has heard your calls of starving and craving as she ached and wanted you even more.

Tongued hesitation builds up the tension along the border of her skin eyeing your fingers teasing the instrument at hand. Her body ablaze, her admission to you comes as no surprise, she runs down every path of you exhausting herself in the many patterns of you. You run your fingers down her bare back and circle to her belly knowing where her gate is latched, Athena in turn lovingly savoring where your slope is anchored. Muscles harden, sights, smells and sounds, her limbs shaking slightly as your own ravenous appetite surrenders to her every will...you sigh. You knew you had always wanted her, and that despite your different latitudes, she had always belonged to you. Your surroundings erode as you play harder her rhythm enticing you, leaving you wanting more. Her skin static to your every touch sends sweet shivers down your spine while the madness of your musk leaves her without an identity. A perfectly calm afternoon of shopping turned into a tempest of emotions as you create flames from the friction of your humid bodies.

Your mind ticked over, your whole world explodes! Everything at that moment belonging to only you and her. "Don’t let me lose the wonder of your eyes", you mutter. "Sssh...! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon winds. I found your kite...It was sweet tasting it and it belongs only to us", she replies. Her eyes filled with mischief, a giggle escapes her tender lips. You smile back at her holding her in your arms as you gaze at Mt. Olympus in the horizon. You close your eyes hoping Zeus will keep your secret at bay.

"Keys"

2010-06-21T21:49:00.001-07:00

She sat at the piano with a her fingers posed,
and the beauty flowed out into the keys,
she never once stumbled over the arrangement.
Her desire painted the tunes,
had she chosen a different life,
she wouldn’t have played the song so beautifully.

"Feminine Intent"

2010-06-20T22:28:00.000-07:00

The evening is young, you’re relishing the views and noises of the ancient city of Kusadasi from your balcony. You decide to take a walk to the hotel bar, realizing its Turkish night you sit down for a drink.

The bartender hands you a Raki as the drumming beats increase, the evening celebrations have began. Taking a sip of your drink you scout around and notice her noticing you. Clad in belly dance attire she gets up, smiles at you and starts gyrating her shoulders to the percussion. You take another sip of your drink and smile back at her.
Like a shot to the brain your senses suddenly awaken, you light a cigarette your eyes focused on her. She places her hand on her leg slowly moving it up her thigh knowing you’re watching.

Arching her body backwards she twirls and shimmies with mesmerizing hip rolls to the tempo of cymbals and piccolo.

Swaying all the right parts with such emotion for you, lovingly telling you as she picks up pace, showing the beauty of her female form.
Your heat reverberating to the depths of her soul like an aphrodisiac uncurling sensual side, rousing your loins with mysterious eyes wide.

Come hither your smiles do, sweet feminine wiles, Turkish delight. Framed and bejeweled in the evening light, her golden coins tinkle and chime as she moves through the dance floor all a while reading your smile. All are spellbound as she continues to perform but she’s only dancing for your pleasure.

Imitating a serpent uncoiling to the ancient Mizmar,
she writhes and glides sensuously to the ancient sounds, of the eastern moon. She enters your psyche, taking over your mind, hands palpitating, pulse beating to heady rhythms carnal entwining.

Her hips pounding out to the beats of Darbuka;

Dum, Dum Taka Tak Dum, Dum Taka Tak...

Rising seductively to the music, not a beat amiss.
Moving closer and closer to you she weaves her way to your chair, she calls out to you in tradition, "Buyurmak Sevgilim...Come darling dance with me.." You oblige and stand up but then she sits you down parts your knees and proceeds to dance between them. You let out a sweet gasp unbelievable, her every shift redefining a different kind of ecstasy within you.

Staccato hip moves,
Hip Twist, Hip Bump, Hip Thrust
As she grinds Up and Down on you.
Arm waves, shoulder rotations, Head slide,
You mourn, such is your desire to finish her as you watch her belly trembling like wind ripples, she gains speed suddenly, leading you to Nirvana, a constant state of bliss.

Circles, eights, camels, snakes accentuating, your body heat swelling,

Cleopatra in Caesar’s arms…heating your passion in sweat, exploding with antagonizing pleasure...And then climax, fast and lively, grand finale as she bathes you in her erotic embrace. Her audience still in the state of hypnotic trance.
Here in the blissful presence, she’s all yours...you gracefully tangle, the drumming settling into silence as the dance concludes. Never have you known a better night than this.

She whispers in your ear, "Tonight, I wanted you just like this...such was my feminine intent."

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday .

"Father's Day"

2010-06-19T00:58:00.000-07:00

A Father who teaches his own to find their own paths, and to put their best foot forward,
In so doing they find themselves starring at your footsteps.
Shah, you have never needed a manual, never asked for directions,
And have even made a few wrong turns;
despite insisting that you knew where you were going.
But you have always managed to steer your little ones in the right direction, time and time again.

Fatherhood requires that you wear many varied hats,
I gotta say, you wear them very well.
From me, a happy father’s day to you means I love you first of all,
G. One...I thank you for all you do.
You’re an amazing and wonderful father in a million different ways,
and you merit loving compliments and accolades of praise.
As the best dad in the universe, you’re like a solitary mountain,
with all your love rock-like, steep, and strong.

Papa Shah, you’re the
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
The masterpiece complete,

In you I see my own father,
In you I cherish my loving mate,
In you I glow in my best friend
But most importantly, It means you mean a lot to me,
and that I honor you as the father that you’re.
This is for you baby for being an understanding, patient, loving, sharing, funny, silly, serious, caring, and extremely imaginative father, actor and lover.

Happy Father’s Day Shah…*ILU*~

With All my Love~
@LarvK~

FROM SUHANA AND ARYAN SINGING TO PAPA SHAH…~:)

Click me Shah…!!

"In Response"

2010-06-18T21:47:00.000-07:00

Blue turns to purple when all the red is added.
Nights are only dark when all the lights aren’t yellow.
Could it be true?
I met you,
And now we were two?
No! Scrap that..we made three,
You my moon and him my sun.

It may sound strange but it’s so perfect,
My cup only half full, without you.
So go your own way and do what you do,
but half of me follows you there with half of you.

So when I slide, you slide,
When you glide, we glide
With pride and dignity, we walk with our heads held high
Our hearts set ablaze, our minds flying.
Our days halcyon never seem slow,
Despite occasional steep plateaus,
It’s your beauty and beautiful words that fall upon my ears each night.
Talking and giggling, together as comfortable as never before,
Our lives merged and blended,
Our songs matching a crescendo,
Stronger as a force, working to overcome the others’ past.

Peering through the looking glass one day,
our future was unknown, partners without a face.
You were drown to me,
I as equally followed your scented whiff,
running across wildflowers in our wilderness,
We bounced through space and time.
Our laughter uncontrolled, our bond unmatchable,
The confused crowd before see us biased,
Perception, unlike matching gloves,

But we raised our wings,
like two glowing doves sealed by Hera and Eros
our time ticking as three mounted clocks,
in response to one another like a music box.

This poem is in response to this dedication from one so close to my heart: (Best Friends!)

"Funniest Boondock Episode 7 - Season 3: Fund Raiser"

2010-06-14T01:18:00.000-07:00

Last night i watched what had to be the funniest episode of Boondocks yet (Episode 7-Season 3) For anyone who has seen the show, you know how satirical it is and how hilarious Riley Freeman can be not forgetting how much he curses. His lines and speech in this episode totally had me in stitches. Read, in his own words, "coldest speech in da history of cartoons"

"Fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on, fuck them shoes, fuck them socks with the belt on it, fuck yo gay ass muthafuckin’ accent, fuck them cheap ass cigars, fuck yo yukmouth teeth, fuck yo hair piece, fuck yo chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie, fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen. This is America. My president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga. Now get the fuck out my hotel room. And if I see you in the street I’m slappin’ the shit out of you"

Watch the story of Gangstalicious here!

The clips above are not from the same episode am referring to since it takes a week for them to be posted online. But I needed to add some videos for reference so just enjoy. The second clip is The Story of Gangstalicious who is Riley's favorite rapper. Gangstalicious is shot and hospitalized in Woodcrest hospital. When Riley goes to visit the rapper he finds more than he anticipated... like maybe rappers that make songs like "Thugin' Luv" aren't necessarily as tough as they seem. Go figure. So enjoy and have a good laugh~

"A galactic color coded Journey: You, me and us!"

2010-06-13T21:24:00.000-07:00

Galactic journeys, my rife. Responsibilities, sign here and there.
Paperwork phobia, 'please stop jumping me I will be back', he proclaims.
Yes Sir! Due projects, last minute meetings, crunch time and shaking!

High fevers? No worries darling, 'I love daughters, get well very very soon sweet angel my love,' he prays.

Kiddies, forgotten goodies,
Heavens! Unpacked mess,
Find me Sir, am a pink thin Ipod.
Papa, don’t forget the blue literature notebook.
Scrambling, looking up on shelves,
Peeking under the beds, Aaaargh...Between the sofa cushions,
Aha! Blue literature book, living room table ornate a dimpled smile.

Up and down the stairs, searching,
dragging sofas, playroom squirks! Huggy pooh bears,
Ouch! Code tripping, Shrek 3, Lord of the Rings, ....
Oo...pink Ipod, Sigh!

Random Access; my companion shadow..access two,
unison bonding,
Flying Istanbul, London, South Africa, Rome, galactic journeys,
a never ending conclusion.

Access two, happiness, boundaries unknown.
You, me and us, time and distance irrelevant,
Reaching out to you, giving in to me, taking all,
Challenging the journey, opening your soul inside out
You, engulfing my heart, outside in.

Tear drops of joy flooding my eyes, winning over your doubts,
putting all your learning in practice, achieving our dreams.
Both crossing the bridge, life teaching us new lessons,
taking us to new places.

Loosening your belts, setting my wings far and wide.
Letting the wind fly us above the clouds, directing us towards the sun.
Walking on your galactic path, feeling the wisdom of yesterday,
rejoicing in what will come and dare,
giving way for a journey worth taking.

Words achingly indescribable, singing our seventh hour trebles
A color coded galactic journey, making it all we want.

G.ONE *ILU*

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"Soccer and Rains Turn-Ons Extraordinaire"

2010-06-08T04:51:00.000-07:00

Euphoria, goes FIFA 2010...

South Africa hosts World’s United Soccer front,
World Cup Soccer Fans..
Mad, wild, sexy, fanatical, loving the ball
King, remembering my muse, touching your soul.

Emotional, frenzy, missing mum,
Up all night mother and I watching,
Rudi Voller, Rumeinnege, Socrates, Maradona
so far, so good, for me Love.

Excitement, fever, kids, en route South Africa,
My own kitty team, butterflies angelic.
Our Favourites;
Argentina, Brazil, Germany, Spain, England

O Mother if thou were here..
Perfection,
So love, so me, that’s when,
The joy I felt, I feel again.
Stumbling within reach, yet so far,
Stars, heavens, Harmony.

Crowns climaxing,
Messi unbelieveable, Kaka unstoppable, Ronaldo speed and grace..
Torres cool unpredictable, Rooney a bull, Ballack missing, Xavi surprise.

Rockets playing,
Zico, Platini, Beckenbeuer, Paolo Rossi, Baggio, Ronaldinho.
Graceful, strong, Soccer so beautiful.

Rains shower me, singing, dabbling
Running,
Heat, sweating, kicking, huffing, puffing
So fair, so soft, so free.

Drenched sticky Oooooh..

You're here again, waiting,
till morrow takes us there,
So try, so long, till then,
Soccer and rains turn-ons extraordinaire.

(Inspired by SRK/LarvK Soccer Fever)

Hollywood Is Stunting Our Brains

2010-06-03T14:09:00.000-07:00

Hollywood Is Stunting Our Brains
Hilarious article by thinker's room, have read...~

"The Magnificent bird on my Terrace"

2010-06-03T06:35:00.000-07:00

Sitting in living room, looking at the glass door lost in my own mind…Daughter brushes against me giving me a gentle kiss to my lips, TV thoughts lingering. A raven lands on our terrace with a distant sweet aura, starring into its eyes wondering what good or bad omen it has come to deliver.

It flaps its wings and for a brief moment I feel the dark joy of parting, the strange pain of separation…The bird stares back as though understanding my inner fears, slowly it lowers its head and tiny whispering sounds seem to emanate from it. As I wait attentively for more sounds, it’s chirping breaks the icy silence and it starts singing to me. I can clearly hear the song. Its cry like ink on wind, words carved with its wings. I watch the message of the bird and it becomes my eyes--

"O King of the land of Bharata and the gushing waters of the Ganges, I bring the biddings of my mistress; smiling on a tarriance here;

Yes! yes, I have come from the spirits' land far North
Where its bright and fair, I come with a voice from the shadowy princess,
To tell you that they love you there!
To say, if a wish or a fond regret could live in Elysian bowers 'It would be for your love she could never forget.
To whisper to your dearest soul, that she watches around you still
Her light and magic veil cast over your woes.

Tis’ true in the silent night when you call
She ofts on a hurrying blast to answer you again and again…
Bidding you remember the laughter, the affection, the joy
not just the recent tears. Cherish the memories, your hopes and dreams.
Hold fast to the love that you share. Be happy with the time you spend together
and being anew."

My mistress psalm...

"Hear me King of Bharata when am not around am not really gone,
I am closer than ever before. As the morning sun rises and throughout the busy day...I am with you. Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon and we watch the day turn into night...I am here.

You may feel a faint breeze stir round your head, while you slumber
as I gently kiss your forehead, "Good night." The stars that shine so brightly in my heavenly sky help me watch over you and keep you from harm.
I am the wind in the trees and the song of a bird.
I am moonbeams in a midnight sky and a glorious rainbow after the storm.
I am morning dew, and freshly-fallen snow.
I am a smile on a stranger's face, a gentle touch, a warm embrace.

Listen to the wind for my message of love. Watch the sun rise and set in the sky with me. Feel my essence encircle you with warm memories.
Open your heart to know...I am not gone. Reach deep into your soul...You will find me.

I am here.
Have no fear.
I am with you,
Always."

As a mere messenger on wings…She bid me say that in unfading flowers and key board notes,
You'll find in the path she trod, But my plaintive strains tell you in life,
She loves, oh! she loves you still and forever more.
And a welcome you’re; true to her deathless bowers,
pronounced by the voice of reason fly back to her on wired notes.

"Political, Film and Musical Parodies"

2010-05-26T13:36:00.000-07:00

Obama & Bush Impersonators...Sound just like them too. Laughed my ass off watching these videos:
*ROLFLMAO* This was beyond hilarious...Will Ferrell reprises George Bush" at a Sizzler comparing Bush killing a gopher to Obama killing Osama Bin Laden...Funny as hell and Bush again will always be an idiot~~
...In a new Funny or Die video, Will Ferrell reprises his role as George Bush, and he does so from a Sizzler in Texas. President Bush has just killed a gopher in his yard, and he says the world is safer for it. And in other water cooler news, Stephen Colbert and Katie Couric share a bathroom moment.

world news

Obama explains where babies come from~~~

Worst Translator to ever hit the White House~

"And You Thought Your 2-Year-Old Behaved Badly..."

2010-05-26T10:24:00.000-07:00

(Tar baby ... naughty Ardi Rizal
takes a deep drag on his cig)

I added this article as a post because i felt that i should share it with the rest of the world. As a mother i was shocked and appalled that the parents of this kid gave him his first cigarette and now he's addicted. He's 2 years old and he started smoking at 18 months because his father thought it was okay???? What kind of parents do that to their own children?? Please read and share. This is a serious call for help!! Both parents and the child need an intervention. Am saddened by it all :((

Little trucker ... Ardi Rizal, two, blows smoke on toy

Click to view video of Ardi Rizal smoking here:.

Find Full Original News Article Link here:.

"Adam and Eve the Story - Our Twist"

2010-05-24T20:03:00.001-07:00

In a paradise with perfect measures, Adam lived in harmony with all creatures. He had been fashioned from clay as God’s own unique creation. He roamed the beautiful gardens of Eden sipping in all its peace and tranquility.

Till one day he got bored and very lonely. So God created me from part of his rib and soul, to serve him as a lover and be his mate. He breathed life through my nostrils making me as good as new.

That morning as sunrise broke apart the shadows, and the sun bathed me with its rays, I walked above the ground alongside my mate. Hand in hand we danced down the winding roads of daisy fields full of faith and glory. Running liberated along nature’s path, reaching for supple coconuts to satiate our unquenchable thirst as we shaded beneath palm trees.

"Am happy, am proud", said Adam holding my face between his hands, the sun seems to beam from my heart as the stars dance around us. What is this sensation I feel?" A happy tear ran down his cheek. "What’s the cause? I want to know?", he asked.
“Adam" I answered.. "Just now when we were intertwined, you called the sensation love, I felt it too. What exactly is a “Love?" I asked him as I licked his tears away with my lips. He smiled and said, "Maybe it’s this wondrous warmth we feel. So fresh and clean; and as pristine as snow. Love is a health, it’s a sunshine..." he said, nodding his head.

So smart, my Adam was I thought. This "love" feeling was sunbathing me with warm rays and through it we were lifting each other. It was like a powerful and magic golden rod. There was music in my soul and the sun was shining through my mind. Walking hand in hand down the silver rolling hills, dew lifting in a rising through gentle mist.
We came across the blossoms of an apple tree, lit up like tiny, little lanterns, as the sunlight pierced their fragile bodies with warmth. It was so beautiful, we were enchanted. Then a powerful voice echoed through the clouds. It was from God and he commanded; "Adam my son, do not eat from the apple tree. Your knowledge will disappear and you will realize your fears"

"Eve" said Adam, "God has forbidden us to eat from this tree, let’s eat the cherries from the tree next to it. Then he looked at me with his dazzling hazel eyes, something mysterious swimming below their surface. There was a riddle that I could not penetrate. I watched, holding my breath. "You’re not thinking of disobeying God, Are you? I asked."

Up high in the tree, a serpent watched our unfolding scene below.

"No! Of course not" He said in a composed manner. It’s just that all this time I had only had my body to look at and I never imagined another being just like me.

"Hahaha...!!" My laughter cascaded loudly, frightening a pair of parrots from their roost above us. Oh my love, you are a very sweet and wise being sometimes!"

Adam sat there in silence, watching me, as I continued chuckling to myself. Completely mesmerized by the sensual contours of my body playing in the morning light, as my blush began to deepen at his expense.

Hsssss hssssss hsssssssssssssssss

Hissed the serpent to himself as he slowly made his way down the apple tree. He knew that today would be a great chance to get these two lovebirds to eat the apple. Because of Eve’s present bashfulness, she might just be that much more inclined to appease Adam. Yes, today was turning out wonderfully indeed. Thought the serpent..

Little did he know of the sensation called a "Love"!

The serpent approached us with a bullet proof plan, an apple wrapped around it’s coils. He then proceeded to tell us how knowledgeable we would become if we took just a bite of the apple. He told us that God was so selfish that he didn’t want to share his knowledge with us and that by eating the apple from the forbidden tree, we’d in fact be more powerful than God and we could simple banish him from paradise altogether and leave happily ever after as gods.

We gazed at each other for a while contemplating on our new found friend and his theory to power. Hypnotized by the mirage of our eyes under the serpent’s glimmering scales. Suddenly, we were in each other’s grasp drowning in pulsing waves of milk and honey, smothering ourselves in our primal carnality. Drinking from Adam’s sweet raging sweetness as he hoped to quench the thirst of his throbbing weakness.

“Adam, I cried out...Give me more...I want more...more please...And he grunted.."Eve, Please let me in, let me in..I want in...penetrating my ever changing paradox and scorching me with burning touches.

“Eve...Let our flames devour us in perfect pleasure in an eternal paradise,” Adam whispered. Now inescapable, I could hardly breathe, it was more than just physical and deeper than spiritual; we had morphed into each other completing our tango. My libertine, I thought out loud.. there’s no substitution.

We no longer need an explanation for it!

In our madness, we had both instantly forgotten the serpent and it had finally slithered away in hopes of finding another mortal to corrupt!
It was that feeling called a “love” that had saved our souls from an original sin.

Adam and Eve the story - Our Twist. (LK/SRK)

"My Hero of another kind" - A dedication to my daughter

2010-05-19T03:44:00.000-07:00

Eyes, Irises of beauty
Wide and awake, twinkling.
Not of knowing but quizzical,
From the moment I gazed on
your newborn baby face,
I knew I had been blessed with God’s
overflowing gift of grace.

Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into the special being that you will be.
You were born right within,
from just beneath my heart
Its here I hide you always,
Though you swirl right past the years
Growing so first you send me into a whirl.

Oh, how I wish I could stop time
Hold it right where you’re forever,
Alas, this is life’s rush.
But all dreams and goals,
sit before you very near.
As I sing in rhythm of
a mother's heartfelt Love,
Your smiles take away my sorrows and sighs.

My daughter, the love of my life
The world my Oyster,
Earth’s angel, my shiniest pearl
Endless words not enough to capture
the depth of my love for you.
Discoveries at your feet..
Love of life, animals, music, films
Cute little laughs, your cartoons.

Watching, my sweet reflection..
Amazed! Noticing your inner beauty
and individuality.
Sunlight reflecting through your curls,
Humming little unknown tunes,
As you skip about your day..

Night-time, forever in my head
Our nightly rituals, piggy-back rides
en-route to bed.
Wishes, Winnie the Pooh
cuddly big hugs,

A million kisses, lullabies
When you lay down your head to sleep
with little praying whispers,
I thank God each and every day,
asking him to keep a watchful eye on my rare
and unique treasure.

Protecting you always
for you “my little girl”,
I love you so infinitely...
Probably more than you’ll ever know
My hero of another kind.

With all my heart & Love-
Your Mummy

"You’re Mine to Keep" - A father’s love For his daughter on her birthday

2010-05-19T03:13:00.000-07:00

Dear Princess of my heart,
I care for you so much,
Loving the fondness in your wide beautiful eyes,
the tenderness in your little touch
Your memories so great,
Bringing me a heart of joy.

A powerful sense of fatherhood,
So innocent and pure
The twinkle of your eyes shines greater than any star,
The smiles you give me, keep my days so bright
I watch and pray as you grow,
Bringing me love and faith,
beauty and grace.

You’re my pride, my unconditional love I pledge,
You’re my sunshine, undivided bond I cherish,
You’re my little angel, my hugs and kisses
I shield you from the ups and downs of the world.

Days in, full of sunshine and bliss,
bike rides and water sports.
Seeing you run and jump,
shouting and calling out my name,
No love that I have ever known,
could ever feel the same.
Nothing can over shadow the bond that we retain

Nights out, watching you sleep
dreaming of things that I can only wonder.
That innocent look upon your face
just makes my heart grow fonder

When I asked God for a flower, He gave me a bouquet
When I asked him for a second, He gave me a day
When I prayed for an angel, he gave me you
My very likeness, he carved you
to the very tip of your nose..

The perfect gift,
because on this very special day of your beginning,
God gave away a gift of love,
from up above so unique and so rare..

May Allah bless you my dearest angel
especially on this day, that marks your birth,
for all the unique ways that you’re
You bring a bit of heaven into my world,
with tender kisses all over my face,
My little princess, you're mine to keep.

With All My Love,
Your Papa~ SRK

"Soulmates"

2010-05-16T01:16:00.000-07:00

This poem is a special dedication to me and a loved one from someone very dear. I hope you enjoy it as I did~

Their eyes were gazing
on his vivid face
printed like a rainbow
on their blinking eyelids
desperate bids
yearning for their master
to blow in their ears a whisper
like a bullet into their ribs
one daring moan slips
uncovering their smashing beats
as meeting treats
that burst
with lust
salty
was that shining ebony
a rare dashing beauty
soaked in his forbidden dips
of spice
twice
with the exotic ivory
sprinkled chili pepper
in his veins she was a dripper
flavored as fire
tickling yet sauer
bitter sweet
a triumphal retreat
untamed resistance
kept shaking his existence
once they bend
salt and pepper trend
they both lean on his bare skin
shivering within
only adjusting the taste
rolling in haste
unveiling that rippled wave
kneeling before his majesty and crave
for his touch of life
to resurrect their soul
offering their all
asking for none
dancing around their sun
like hailing stars of pleasure
enchanted with his spicy leisure
pulling on his wild trigger
shooting his beating spots
signing in with million dots
along with three initials
crossing to an absolute climax of unseasonal satisfaction.

VIDEO BELOW IS MY OWN ADDITION TO THE POEM ~:)

Find Original poem here:.

Johnny Depp to Play Russian Spy "Alexander 'Sasha' Litvinenko"

2010-05-13T14:43:00.000-07:00

Johnny Depp has been planning a film about a former Russian security agent whose poisoning in London has touched off an international mystery, according to the trade magazine Variety - one of three possible Hollywood projects about the case.
One of the other projects, involving the director Michael Mann, came after Columbia Pictures agreed to pay $1.5 million for the film rights to a book about the former Russian agent, Alexander Litvinenko, being co-written by his widow and a close friend Marina Litvinenko.
Warner Bros., which was outbid for that book, acquired the rights to a book by Alan Cowell, a New York Times reporter, which was published in 2008 by Doubleday. Depp's production company, Infinitum Nihil, is currently producing the film and the actor will star in it.

Mann is known for his crime sagas such as "Collateral," "Heat" and "Miami Vice," while Depp often takes on eccentric character roles in films such as "Pirates of the Caribbean," "Finding Neverland" and "Edward Scissorhands."
According to earlier Variety reports, Columbia envisions an espionage thriller "exploring the collision between the deep rooted Russian power structure enforced by the KGB ... and the new wave of wild west capitalism" that followed the collapse of the Soviet Union. The book that will serve as the movie's main source was published in May, 2007 by Simon & Schuster's Free Press imprint.

Braun Entertainment Group, based in Beverly Hills, Calif., stated in 2007 that it had bought an option on film rights for a third potential project - based on Litvinenko's own book "Blowing Up Russia: Terror from Within."
Braun - which previously produced for "Freedom Road," a movie starring Muhammad Ali, had been in talks with Litvinenko's widow, Marina, for its own project around the same time.
The former security agent's book was published in 2004 with financial support from the self-exiled Russian tycoon Boris Berezovsky and alleged the Russian Federal Security Service, or FSB - an agency that replaced the KGB - was behind bombings at Russian apartment buildings in 1999 that killed more than 300 people. The Kremlin blamed the attacks on Chechen separatists.
An updated version of the book was released in Britain in mid January of 2007 as confirmed by the London publishing house Gibson Square.

Litvinenko fled to Britain, was granted asylum and became a Kremlin critic in exile. The former FSB agent died on the 23rd of November, 2006 several weeks after falling ill with what was later determined to be poisoning by the rare radioactive isotope polonium-210. Before his death, he said he fell ill after meeting in London with an Italian security expert to discuss possible suspects in the killing of the Russian journalist Anna Politkovskaya a month earlier. In her coverage of Chechnya, Politkovskaya was highly critical of alleged human rights violations by Russian forces and by Kremlin-backed Chechen officials.

The film project is set to be done by 2011 and just to clarify, Johnny will star in the "Sasha's Story: The Life and Death of a Russian Spy" film version of the book by Alan Cowell made by his own production company (Infinitum Nihil) not Mann's version based on "Death of a Dissident", a book co-written by the poisoned ex-spy's widow Marina Litvinenko
Follow Link for the 2007 News article:.

"Sweetest Taboo"

2010-05-11T06:40:00.000-07:00

My Beloved...
My King in this life and the next...
and the one after that...

He touches me with his whispers so sweet,
My body's engulfed with heat
So vast is my love,
So tormenting is my desire
He turns me on..
With such common words; Hope, unseasonal showers, rock & roll..

My heart's afloat,
I feel it pound...
Oooh, I want him so bad....
Would this be the right time to say so?
Or should I just let it go?
Hmmm... just common words,
But he turns me on so bad.
I look at him...The way he beautifully stands tall,
I close my eyes as he touches my body..
He's already touched my mind...My Soul is his for eternity,
He tells me his desires...His Dreams....
I tell him mine
Just plain old desires and such big dreams
We can accomplish and achieve them together I know...
He knows it too
Hmmm..., I want him so bad...

Then I say to my beloved...Look into my eyes,
let your hands see for you instead.
My heavy-lidded gaze means my body
understands the language
of your touch..
It is a dialect known to all,
but the nuances are only fully appreciated
when accompanied by familiarity.
Your deft fingers know
every rise and curve,
and each secret softness of my flesh.

Like a much-read book,
which falls open to a favorite passage,
so is my body to the ministrations
of your caress..

You already know the story,
but it only serves to whet your appetite
for the denouement and...
Climax of this dramatic plot of events.

"My Master is Home"

2010-05-08T22:04:00.000-07:00

It's been too long, home at last.. home at last
He brushes back my hair and gazes down at me
quietly watching me curled safe in our bed
Nuzzling my neck, softly he whispers in my ear..
My sweet loving pet, your Master is home.

I lay deep in slumber wrapped in his robe,
peacefully dreaming of pleasures shared..
A smile like a wolverine's flickers over my lips
I sit next to him feeling his warm flesh
I slowly expose his olive skin to my touch..

He wets his finger in his mouth to write his name
between the mounds of my full ripe roses,
Warm letters spell out his love upon my skin,
He blows gently over them, his breathe cooling,
soft tingling breeze, like mint on the tongue.

Smiling, wriggling deeper into my dreams,
I quietly sigh and surrender my cavern to him,
Suddenly; am billions of miles away in a galaxy so enchanting
Touching each star as It melts warmly in my hands
Holding on to my Master’s every fiber of life
His arms supporting me like a feather..
Master...Are we still alive? I mourn..
Then he exclaims as he gasps...we have just landed!!
Grinning devilishly his dimples magnificently curved
On the handsomely face...
I kiss one then the other then his forehead
Then each eye slowly and sweetly..

He watches over me in the flickering candlelight,
like a wolf watching over his sleeping mate
I raise my head to meet his gaze
seeing the glimmer in his eyes..
I dart, burying my face in his chest as
he hangs on to me with all his superhero might
I smile..I’m home.
My sweet loving Master, your pet is adorned..

"I Touched"

2010-05-06T06:30:00.000-07:00

Your eyes
I lost my soul within...
licked your salty tears
Your nose
rubbed mine against its curves
Your silky hair
I fingered the strands with my palms
around and around

Your ears
I nibbled with my sweet whisper
as you tickled with sensual laughter
Your neck Ooooh...
With my tongue, my lips, my teeth
I kissed giving it a gentle bite
Your strength...my earth..
I touched..

Your belly to back
I caressed the soft flesh
Your feet they rubbed
the back of my calves
Your hands to my hands
your arms to my arms
And even your heart..
Yes especially your heart
It beat within me

My cheek to your chest
As it rose and fell
Your breathe in my hair,
The wind to the leaves
Oh yes these all I touched..

"The Conversation Between our Fingers and Skin"

2010-05-01T02:18:00.000-07:00

The most important discussion we’ve ever had
was the conversation between our fingers and skin
Deep in our blue you found our love, peace and tranquility
Like a fire fly, a spark, a glow, a match in the darkness;
I went wherever your light took me
The bumps and scratches along the way
gave us the texture we now call life..

How we felt when we got there
is the only thing we had control over.
The more we forgot ourselves
the more beautiful we became
We suffered together and held each other tight
because when we touched each other,
we knew; We were never alone. Ever!

All your work. All your play. None of it compared to the one night
spent next to the warm body of the one i love
I had looked up by mistake and fell into your eyes.
Sometimes, it feels like I was flying all along...

You had no idea how close we had become to each other.
You may have called this life whatever you wished to call it.
An adventure. A challenge. A call to arms.
But I called it history.
As I was watching you. While you watched me.
Watching back. Slowly melting with you..

The dirt you and I share and have shared forever would grow a tree
so high it would kiss a star, each leaf a promise,
each stem a new beginning
I will wait for you here,
here is the last place I lived our conversation..

Now, I spend most of my nights outside,
looking for ways to make you smile
When I look up at the sky, all the constellations look like you
Forgetting the air, I breathe you instead
I am holding you even now...
A lover's fingers on my cheek and
a drunkard’s elbow in a crowded bar, You’re!
So I smile. Because you are in that too.

As you see beauty or pain, life or death,
love or fear, then you see what we normally see
when we look at the world..Ourselves.

I gaze upon you noticing
how brightly you burn and how big you’ve grown,
until you looked back, you hadn’t realized
how amazing you have become.

For now, the world will tell you that the way you say things is more important
than what you say. The world is wrong because what you say..
how you do it is more important to me than how you say it.
I love you because you took the time to
read this sentence and all the paragraphs before and after
And somehow, I knew you were doing the same. Thinking of me.
Thinking of you..

We then took our next conversations on the wires..
I wanted you to keep growing in our memories...
so I remind you of this,
I continue to burn...Until you return.
Just so you know, I checked and it's all going to be okay.
I promise!

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"Tête-à-tête (Head to head)"

2010-04-27T02:56:00.000-07:00

Head to head..Face to Face..
His lips touch hers as his fangs brush on her skin and mouth…
“Will you be my bride and share my cozy lair?"
He asks...
Together we can conquer the madness

"Yes!"
She answers..
As beasts of the dark
saviors of each other’s souls
We can get a shot at happiness

Her heart beats steadily for the last time playing a musical symphony
I taste your blood on my lips..Ah!
She savors the astounding heat and harmony
He utters..the dark night gives us the closure we once madly seeked
Our hearts beat as one
You conceal me in you..

No more sleepless nights
No more cloudy days
We have been...

She finishes his thoughts..freed...
Of the madness
Of the fears
Of the insanity
Of our inhumanity
Head to head, face to face
Eternally one...

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"Sweet Idiotic Whims"

2010-04-24T01:35:00.000-07:00

My fatal charmer,
why have you taken me whole?
I can’t stop my heart from trembling
at your presence..

I want to tell you "Thank you,"
But it doesn’t seem enough.
Words don’t seem sufficient…
"Blah, blah" and all that stuff.

Please know
I really appreciate you
..And...
I love you to death

You’re special, and that’s a fact!
You put some sugar and spice on the tip of my nose.
I cannot lick it, though it stirs my senses

You dabbed your intoxicating scent on my neck
it smells so nice
so you...

You leave something sweet behind
and let me think about it slowly and slowly
am still reasoning...

"You're My Everything"

2010-04-24T00:43:00.000-07:00

Ocean deep and heaven high
The farthest extremes of perfection
You’re my poison, death I implore
you’re my soul, you give me life.
You are everything

The only song I want to sing
The melody that dances on the wind
You're the candy, ever so sweet.
you're my addiction, hard to beat

You are the thunder that rolls across my skies
the lightning that flashes in my eyes
you’re the air, just what I need.
You're my depression, my tears I bleed

My earth, my sky, my moon
The very soil beneath my feet
Every star up above
You turn me on
In so many ways
I'm walking around
In a daze

You're my heart
I go crazy
When we are apart
You’re the blood flowing through my veins
My past, my present, my future
Everything in between

When we walk down the street
I feel so proud
I want to climb up a tree
And shout out loud...

I LOVE YOU!
You mean more to me
Than mere words can say
If you wanted to leave me
I'd beg you a Million times to stay
You’re everything I could ever ask for

You are the gates that swing open
always asking me in
You are the tallest tree
dancing in the wind

You are dreams in wake
You are wishes answered
You are prayers granted
You are fantasies lived
You my Love, are my everything...

"Breathless"

2010-04-16T05:13:00.000-07:00

Her voice so tender and sweet
eyes so soulful and deep
passion filling her soul and heart
she leaves me breathless..

Seeing his soul so full of life
his heart on fire with desire
lust painting his canvass
He leaves me breathless..

Two reaching across the vast pond
one undeniable union..

His voice so soothing
love flowing from him
Both left breathless...

"A MYSTICAL BOND"

2010-04-12T11:31:00.000-07:00

You whisper sweet 'I love you's to the virgin's ears
While breathlessly saying her name,
You caress your lover's face that bespoke innocence
You comb her black hair with your hands,
And stare at the shining beauty that is in front of you,

Her eyes that sparkle at the sight of you
Her luscious lips that challenge your resistance
Only you know the depth of her mysteries,
Only you will be allowed to explore
The delicate sweetness that she is

You know her inside out
You would simply be too happy
To oblige yourself to give her all,
To give her everything you want her to have,
And to feel everything she deserves,
with all your best

Her sweet shyness doesn't fail to arouse
The boldness in you.
Her subtle ways of making you know
She wants to be with you,
has always been an exaggeration
To your already weak defenses,

The mere touch of her skin to your skin,
Your smile that melts her whole being,
The look of your love her soul consumes each day,

Her love you'll always cherish the rest of your lifetime
Always she'll fight for your love
Always she'll keep you in the deepest recesses of her heart

A life without her love is not true, and full of doubt,
You've come full circle, you have her whole being.

Her true and perfect love completes your existence
Your irresistible and endearing self completes her
But it's your love for her that fulfills her,
A union of used-to be wandering hearts,
An end and a beginning for two souls,
Your demons no longer a foe,
you have switched sides to hers..You belong with her now
All because of one true, forever, unconditional and perfect love,

You and your woman, together until the end of time...

'Ruptured"

2010-04-11T09:58:00.000-07:00

Harshest of air that fills these lungs
Wouldn't it be easier to set me free?
Starless skies of blackness and loss
Moonless destiny
are you worth the cost?

Memories wrap around me,
they haunt and twist my very soul
The fire of the sun... extinguished...
Shoreless ocean crashing against
itself...

never a home to return to...
Perpetual rain falling... infinitely...
no soil, no earth, no home...
No thirsty flowers with petals spread...
No hungry eyes for such beauty as your colors
Lightening flashes
through the angriest of clouds...
to light the paths into oblivion...

You’re writhing with pain
I’m breaking within
Your sadness a sharp dagger piercing my heart

shattering my soul into million pieces

You smiling scatters these grey clouds,
You laughing blooms my garden again
your mind may be at ease soon,
but mine will be restless..

Two is always preferable to one
Your happiness is mine, a double treasure!

IF WE ALL HAD THE MIND, HEART & SOUL OF SHAH RUKH KHAN~

2010-04-07T19:09:00.000-07:00

Every now and then you come across people that immensely and single handedly change the way you view life. For me the catalyst has been Shah Rukh Khan. I don’t often get such musings except when it has to do with him. I wanted to share my thoughts about him with whoever adores him like I do and of course with the culprit himself ~:) Read it as you like and enjoy. I follow no writer’s format just what I feel at any given time is what I put down whenever the mood strikes me!

"The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time"!

Shah Rukh Khan…has a very distinctive way of perceiving everything that is life, a unique way of writing and speaking. He’s a humanitarian at heart, a happy freak and sometimes a sad fellow. He can be very flirtatious when he wants or quite distant. He completely lacks an ego and thank heavens for that. He’s awfully conscious of what he says or does and with good reason too because he’s always being misunderstood by the media who lack a sense of humor and others who just choose not to see him for the person that he is. He is also a phenomenal and captivating actor; kind of a cross between Johnny Depp, Cary Grant and Robin Williams…Yes I know… tell me about it? I have watched him half of my life and am in my early thirties now. He definitely reminds me of these three actors through the different films he has acted in.

I have an affinity to his writing style especially and his manner of speaking, they have such a calming effect even to children and when you read him or watch him through his tweets, his speeches, his films and his biographies; you just never seem to get satisfied, you want more...lots more. Does anyone understand what am talking about?

SRK as he’s fondly known woes men and women alike and what is amazing is that he isn’t what the general public would consider an ideal male embodiment or what Hollywood considers handsome and sexy and that to me is complete bullshit because we all know there’s no perfect male species in Hollywood. In any case that’s where all the imperfection is and if Shah Rukh looked like David Beckham or Brad Pitt, I probably wouldn’t be that attracted to him. Nor would the many wild and crazy SRK fans...would we now? Think of how crazily insane you all go over him and I will say this until the day I die, I have never seen any actor/star/human being who people practically drool over and scream for like they do for SRK. Thank you Taj Mohammed Khan & Lateef Fatima for simply giving birth to Shah!

He’s the closest you can get to a perfect male species and fully equipped with all the right tools of good parenting. Along with that, he makes life way too interesting than it would otherwise be. The man is so devastatingly sexy, extremely charming, such a gentleman and yes ladies, he loves kids like no other man does… the ideal female magnet!! He gets an OSCAR from me for being the greatest father to ever walk this planet…

All this sweetness, love and radiating sexuality just oozing from him is frankly unbearable in the most delicious manner! Believe me I know what am talking about and dearest ladies am sure I have touched a nerve so far…as for the men who admire him, I encourage it. However, if your orientation leans towards the alternative unfortunately you have no luck. But you can always dream, that much am sure he would allow. He’s just that kind of guy…non-judgmental and accepting of all human beings alike regardless of race, religion or sexual orientation. He appreciates all his fans. I can’t say that much for a lot of other celebrities from Bollywood or Hollywood!

All these things about you Shah have a scent that like a blood hound I smell them from miles away and I follow that scent wherever it takes me and only you know the destination. I have often asked myself…Why Shah? Why are you so different from most human beings I know? Why are you not a typical celebrity, star or regular chap? To these questions, I have come up with a million answers and then none at all. Strangely enough, he’s just like any other human being. He makes mistakes like all, he wins some and he loses some. He loves, he laughs, and he cries; he hurts, and smiles occasionally. He curses like some of us…everything that you can expect from your average Joe. But then why in the world do you intrigue me so much Shah, if you’re such a simple human being? I will never accept a simple answer because you’re a complexity that I relish each day and a life less ordinary.

On occasion, I have heard SRK jokingly say his fans know him 2D and his wife knows him 3D…Hmmm…Am willing to bet a million dollars that even his wife doesn’t know everything that is SHAH RUKH KHAN because truth be told there’re 4D and 5D elements lurking somewhere within and around him. But since am not God and neither are you, I will leave you to your guessing as to what else don’t you know about SRK? Haha…It may take you a lifetime ~:)

Dear Shah…I know you, I feel you, I understand you, I love you, I miss you, I pray for you, Am with you here and everywhere yet I could leave with you…365/367 days all year round and still yearn to know more from that beautiful mind. Darling…Go Tick Tock and blast off here or in space it will still be an unforgettable experience and a lifetime to remember… ~:))

On a final and lighter note, I think I would become filthy rich if I created a machine that would allow me to clone you Shah…Because I would create a billion “yous” (not the real you but “like yous”); and I would send them all over the world so others can experience having someone so wonderful in their lives like I do. Just think...! Cash would flow in, there would be letters from people thanking me and giving testimonies on how their lives have been changed since they received a “like you clone”. They would say and rightly so that they have never met someone like you. People would comment on how caring and sincere the clones are (twitter example), how helpful, how generous, how sweet and most definitely entertaining. This would make me feel so good to know that I could share you the love of my life, an amazing person and my best friend with the entire world…Because You’re Indeed Irreplaceable, Priceless, One-of-a- kind human being and am glad you’re a part of my life!!! *ILU* ∞ xo

Yours Truly~

WHAT IF EVERY ONE CARED AND LOVED LIKE SHAH DOES?

DEDICATED TO MY BEAUTIFUL MIND...SHAH RUKH KHAN~

2010-03-16T04:51:00.001-07:00

~SRK's SPEECH ON FICCI 2010 FRAMES~

82nd Academy Awards & my Oscar Predictions:

2010-03-06T15:32:00.000-08:00

Well it’s that time of the year again films seen and we’ve moved on; some were great and others not so great. Here are my predictions for the OSCARS tomorrow and those that will win and hopefully they do. Note: My first pick is who will and should win and the rest are who i'd rather see win versus what the Academy picks~

Best Picture: Inglourious Basterds… But it may end up going to Hurt Locker not my first pick obviously.

Best Director: Quentin Tarantino (Inglourious Basterds), it may go to James Cameroon (Avatar) or Kathryn Bigelow (Hurt Locker) because the Academy feels like it..

Best Actress: Meryl Streep (Julie & Julia) and if not her I would vote for Gabourey Sidebe (Precious). Unfortunately the Academy may end up giving it to Sandra Bullock who is a great actress but my first pick above deserves this one if not the second pick.

Best Actor: Jeff Bridges (Crazy Heart) and I would vote for Morgan Freeman (Invictus) if Jeff doesn't win for this as well.

Best Supporting Actress: Mo’Nique (Precious) will take this one and if not I'd hope they give it to Penelope Cruz (Nine). I will not be surprised however if the Academy gives it to Maggie Gyllenhaal (Crazy Heart)

Best Supporting Actor: All my bets are on Christoph Waltz (Inglourious Basterds) and I will be peeved if he doesn’t win. He’s the best Jew Hunter I have ever come across; even I got scared of him as Col. Hans Landa in the film.

Best Original Screenplay: Inglourious Basterds (Quentin Tarantino) but again the Academy may ignore this amazing piece of artwork and probably give the Oscar to Hurt Locker (Mark Boal). They’re both good but the former is by far the best if they don’t give it to Inglourious Basterds, I'd like them to give it to A serious Man (Joel Coen and Ethan Coen)

Best Adapted Screenplay: District 9 (Neill Blomkamp and Terri Tatchell) and if not then i hope An Education (Nick Hornby)gets it.

Best Animated Feature: Up if not then give it to The Secret of Kells

Best Documentary Feature: Food Inc., but the Academy may give this one to The Cove.

And those are my predictions so fingers crossed let’s see what happens…

‘I am the BEST!' STATES SHAH…AND HE WAS…HE IS…WILL ALWAYS BE~ (2008)

2010-03-05T00:57:00.000-08:00

This was from before in 2008 I posted it somewhere else during the last IPL season, but we’re getting back soon to more Kolkata Knight Riders and I love memories. Now that I have a blog I think it fits perfectly well here. I get chills every time I read it, there’s nothing I love more than when SRK says it like it is…It’s a complete turn on for me that’s why I decided to add it on my new blog…
After all If you think you know enough about Shah Rukh Khan, you have no idea just how little you know because he’s constantly evolving!!!

‘I am the BEST!' STATES SHAH…AND HE WAS…HE IS…WILL ALWAYS BE~ (2008)
This is the season for blogs. Every Bollywood star worth his white shoes has started a blog ~ except one. Shah Rukh Khan says blogging falls within the realm of journalism. And he cannot be a journalist. Derek Bose spoofs the blog that wasn’t

The name is Khan ~ King Khan. They call me Shah Rukh Khan also. That’s cool. But I liked it more when they called me Shah Rukh-da. That was during the IPL season with my Kolkata Knight Riders. It made me feel very Bong ~ all brainy and bluster. I told them, “Korbo-Lorbo-Jeetbo Re”! I sang, shouted, danced for them... How was I to know that no amount of motivation would ever work with a team whose captain belongs to a city that understands only one slogan, “Cholbe Na!” We were sent packing with the lowest score in the tournament ~ 67 all out. Now I am left with 17,000 golden helmets. I had bought them for my fans, had my team reached the final.
But that’s all right. One learns as one moves on in life. I have always taken my chances, unlike my friends who have nothing better to do than take digs at me in their blogs. The guys who are confused about naming dogs and praying that Paanchvi Pass fails probably do not know that SRK rarely loses. I hate losing. Even in the IPL, mine was the only team to make money. That’s not the point though. In my heart and mind, I know that as you sow, so you reap. I have worked hard to be where I am today. I do television, dance at weddings, endorse soft drinks, watches, soap, cars, refrigerators... I am an entertainer; the medium does not matter. If I am wealthy, it is because I work fast and earn fast. I don’t sit back like others.

I get up every morning telling myself that there is no one better than me. It makes me work hard because I love the adulation. I love it when people leave their houses early morning and stand outside mine. They whistle, cheer, and chant my name. I love it when people write to me in blood ~normally very short letters like ‘I love you’. I get people who fall sick and think I can cure them. I see joy in their eyes when they see me. I’d die if people wouldn’t recognize me. I wouldn’t walk on the road if people don’t mob me. That’s what I work for.
I don’t understand stars who work half their lives to be recognized and then spend half their lives wearing dark glasses so that people don’t recognize them. I don’t like wearing dark glasses. I am happy with the fact that people know me. I want people to scream and shout at me. I want them to trouble me when I am having lunch. I like six bodyguards around me. I love being a star. I know I am the best. There are stars in Hollywood who may look better than me, speak better than me, act better than me... maybe even dance as well as I do. But only 2.5 billion people watch their films. Bollywood has a global audience of 3.6 billion. That makes me the biggest star on this planet!
But at the end of the day, I am just an actor who happens to be at the right place at the right time. After 15 years and 65 films, it still feels like living a dream ~ the way I felt when I stood in front of the camera for the first time in Pradip Kishen’s In Which Annie Gives it Those Ones. Yes, that was my first film, not Darr or Baazigar. Actually, by then I had done almost a dozen films, some really sidey, like Deewana, King Uncle, Maya Memsaab, Dil Aashna Hai, Chamatkar… Darr got me noticed big time. And to imagine, the role of the guy going ‘Ka-Ka-Ka-Kiran’ was offered to Ajay Devgan first and then to Aamir (Khan). After they refused, Yash Uncle came to me. Similarly, Baazigar came to me, only after Akshay Kumar and Arbaaz Khan refused to do it. It was on rejected parts that I have built my career on.
This is the point I’m driving at. In my job, you can never say when opportunity knocks. The fear of losing on a good thing makes you do a lot of crappy stuff ~like playing small town crooks, a rickshawallah, the joker who gets battered for no reason... (I mustn’t say too much, else those directors would kick my ass.) I was portrayed as an obsessed lover, a nice lover, an angry lover, a romantic lover. For someone who doesn’t even like love stories, I’ve played an awful lot of lovers. Many of those films I had done for old time’s sake, for the guys who helped me when I was still trying to get my bearings in Bombay. This is a risk everyone takes. You want to return a favour. But you cannot help it if the guy has lost his creative edge and takes you down with him.

I could see myself slipping, till Adi (Aditya Chopra) came to my rescue with Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge in 1995. Again, I was not supposed to do the film initially. Saif (Ali Khan) was approached first for the lead part of Raj Malhotra and only after he turned it down, did I get to be in DDLJ. And see what a difference that one film has made to so many of us ~ the Chopras, Kajol, Farah (choreographer), Abhijeet (playback singer), Karan (Johar)... the entire industry. It ran for more than 600 weeks (11 years) at a stretch at one theatre, Maratha Mandir ~ a record in Indian film history. I got work in films like Dil To Pagal Hai, Dil Se, Devdas, Veer Zaara and Don. Some wise guys said I was repeating myself. But I do not sit around complaining about the lack of good roles. I will play Raj 85 times and still make him different.
And look at Karan! He apprenticed as Adi’s assistant in DDLJ ~ even played a cameo as Rocky ~ then found his confidence and three years later, launched his career as a hotshot filmmaker with a string of blockbusters: Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham, Kal Ho Na Ho, Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna… Now he is making My Name Is Khan with me.

Today, when Karan says that he cannot think of a film without me, it is not out of any obligation or a sense of gratitude. We bond better than brothers. We speak the same language, think the same, share the same aspirations, sensibility, fear and hopes. Farah is another sweetheart. She is supremely talented and has possibly the best sense of humour in the entire film fraternity. She has the ability to laugh at her herself and others. I have been in both her films ~ Main Hoon Na and Om Shanti Om. She too knows that I’d be there for her always. So do Kajol, Rani (Mukherji), Adi, Arjun (Rampal), Mehr (Jessia), Juhi (Chawla)... We share a closeness that goes beyond work and films. I lost my parents before moving into Bombay. These friends are now family to me. I feel very close to them. You come across lots of people all the time but you only make very few friends and you have to be true to them. Otherwise what’s the point in life?

In 2000, when I started my production house, Dreamz Unlimited, these were the guys who stood by me. Everybody else said we were an incestuous group out to make money, we were polarizing the industry, creating a new power centre... They were right. What’s wrong with making money? It’s just that Dreamz Unlimited did not make enough money. The public rejected our films ~ Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani, Asoka and Chalte Chalte. But those very films remain closest to my heart ~ particularly, Phir Bhi Dil... in which Juhi and I played rival reporters against a background of terrorism. It was a neat film, very contemporary with its share of laughter and suspense, but the audience did not like it.
The experience taught me one lesson, which I have since applied to all business decisions: You cannot let your heart rule the head where it concerns money. You’ve got have a little of Hitler and Napoleon to succeed. It may be out of character, but when I launched Red Chillies Entertainment, my second production house in 2004, I deliberately became hard-nosed and tough and see the results: Main Hoon Na, Paheli, Om Shahti Om... and now Billoo Barber. Paheli did not do so well in the Indian box-office, but elsewhere, it has made good money. Today, even if I try, I cannot be as selfless as Mahatma Gandhi or Mother Teresa. It of course, helps to have good friends and understanding colleagues to put up with my madness and not allow personal relations to overlap the personal.

To return to my original premise: the opportunities life presents and how one makes the most of them. Had Akshay or Arbaaz accepted Baazigar, would I be where I am? If Darr did not come to me, what could I be doing? Had Saif not turned down DDLJ, what would life be? These are of course, questions in the realm of speculation. One could always laugh them away by saying that their loss is my gain. But life is not that simple. It is full of surprises. I wanted to be a sportsman and imagined myself to be the next Pele. I played football at school, also hockey, till I gave it all up on doctors’ advice. I could get only as far as playing a discredited coach of a woman’s hockey team and today, I find myself as an actor owning a cricket team.
At no point can you say what life has in store for you. I set out 15 years ago with a prayer on my lips and hope in my heart. The dreams I chased, took me on a journey ~ a journey more rewarding then the goals, the achievements. Today I am past 40. When I look back it’s like facing a million mirrors. Each reflection opens a window. A window to the world I’ve just discovered. The world I want to share with all of you.

Michael Jackson...Nobody like him!!

2010-03-01T20:47:00.000-08:00

I miss Michael as most of you who loved him for who he was and the music he graced us with...So I just wanted pay a little tribute to him here...

~Michael, you left too early it wasn’t your time and the world had not had enough of you. Love you and always will and may your music, your love for others and your charisma live on in our hearts forever. I know I really miss you. Rest in Peace and music will never be the same without you. No one will ever take your place. Amen~

OUR BELOVED SHAH RUKH KHAN PAYS TRIBUTE TO THE LEGEND!!!

~ Shah My Vampire Knight~

2010-02-28T12:12:00.000-08:00

So this one is a poem dedicated to my most favourite actor and human being in the whole world... Shah Rukh Khan! Yesterday it so happened that he tweeted about being a vampire and instantly my mind went to overdrive...Me and my SRK overcrowded mind.. atleast you know who to blame ;-))
@iamsrk..."sun is coming out. the vampire needs to retire in the folds of his quilt before it hits him. read & write to u all tom. goodknight & lov"

The allure as you can tell from the above tweet was too much for me to resist, hence my inspired poem for him below; I Hope you love it Shah...I love you more than words can describe~

It’s a night of dark desire, a song of subtlety, Wolves vent their howls, the immortal one wakens.

Suddenly am face to face with him, my heart races, I can’t move... the night shrouds his toned form, a timeless life.

His black tamed hair cascades over translucent face, his eyes piercing the very core of my being,

He gazes at me as if hesitant for a moment of what he’s about to do; I melt within for he has already undressed me.

Then his full puckered lips part slightly, as they taste the soul streaming from my pale flesh beneath him..
"Oh my God!" I whisper! Now...A night of ecstasy, I smile lucidly.

You Rock My World Shah...!!!

MY NOT SO REVIEW OF MY NAME IS KHAN

2010-02-16T09:32:00.000-08:00

Cast & Credit

Rizvan Khan: Shah Rukh Khan

Mandira Rathore: Kajol Devgan

Young Rizvan: Tanay Chheda

Sameer Mandira’s son: Yuvaan Makaar

Rizvan’s Mother: Zarina Wahab

Zakir: Jimmy Shergill

Hasina Zakir’s wife: Sonya Jehan

President Barack Obama: Christopher B. Duncan

Fox Studios & Fox Searchlight Pictures Presents A Film Directed By Karan Johar And Produced By Hiroo Yash Johar and Gauri Khan. Written by Shiban Bathija. Edited by Deeba Bhatia, Photography by Ravi K. Chandran. Music by Shankar, Ehsaan & Loy, Production design by Sharmishta Roy. This film is in Hindi and English, with English subtitles. Running time: 145 Min. This film is not rated.

I feel like if I repeat so much of what has been said good or bad about this film then I will just be one more fish in the sea for or against it and I refuse to be part of the mass effect this one time. And as far as giving you detailed narration of the film, am simply not going to waste my time because I think you should do yourself a favor and go watch the film. You will have nothing to loose and will have killed two birds with one stone...I.e A)Becoming slightly more knowledgeable about a not so Bollywood film and B)You will be up to speed with the rest of the world, how cool is that???!

Moving along, I started my review of this film and halfway through I felt that i was going to end up giving it a bad review and that would discredit what was otherwise a phenomenal performance by Shah Rukh Khan to date. He single handedly carried this film and without him it could have been a total disaster. The film's theme resonates around two very effective messages; One is of hope as characterized by the song " We shall overcome", and the love story of Mandira Lathore and protagonist Rizvan Khan. The second message is that humanity can literally be broken down to two kinds of people, those that are good and those that are bad and we're all influenced by either. Its therefore our choice to be one or the other. Most of the story is narrated by Rizvan Khan through his memoirs to Mandira and the film starts off from the present going back, so if you miss the first part you will definitely have a disconnect with the entire film.

Having said that, Karan Johar was overly ambitious as the director of My Name Is Khan and even though I applaud him for pushing the envelope, I have to say as an American he should have researched more on the cultural aspects of Americans in general as well as putting more effort in the terrorist/torture scenes. Not forgetting an American President watching news from unknown news channel considering all the news channels in the United States?? It's not likely to happen but seeing as this is a film about hope, am inclined to say that President Obama probably does watch other major news channels maybe if just to understand the rest of our world, and thus Karan may not be so far off after all. I still give him credit for even trying to tackle so many social issues in one film. And that is why i have to give mention to scenes from the two parts of the film. First part, goes perfectly well, the songs are great not over the top and we see the love story unfold between Mandira Lathore, a Hindu American single mother and Rizvan Khan, an autistic Indian Muslim man suffering from Aspergers Syndrome and recent transplant to San Francisco. It seems like a match made in heaven and at this point I have concluded this film is going to be the greatest love story ever portrayed on film. Until 9/11 and the aftermath and things fall apart between these two. This moves us to the second part which I truly belief and insist it had some of the greatest scenes but they were not fully developed. Hence, due to lack of proper and current information on American culture, better actors for some roles and not linking the story line well, they came up short of their potential. Nonetheless, Karan manages to pull them off okay. But just to shade light on these specific scenes, for me it was the interrogation scene and the Georgia scene. For the interrogation scene, the man playing the interrogator had to be the worst actor i've ever come across, i didn't believe him one bit. And YES Karan you could have found a better versed actor capable of doing this role with all the spy movies out there. But again, Rizvan came to the rescue saving me the agony of this scene when he reels us into his innocent but yet intelligent mind and his clean heart through the prison cell. He thinks out aloud, as if still jotting down his memoirs to Mandira. He states that the interrogators are angry with him because he's not telling them enough about Al Qaeda; but further reiterates his innocence by saying he doesn't know who the Al Qaeda are and if he only had read on the subject then he could have gotten himself out of predicament he's now in. And i felt that he was telling us that if we searched for the correct information about entities/people then we wouldn't be blindly mislead. An example, the group of Muslims in the mosque that could have ended up as terrorists from the teachings of a radical and fanatic Muslim. Also while still in the cell, Rizvan gets so cold from the freezing temperatures he's been subjected to as part of the torture and all he can think of is asking them to fix the air conditioner. This more than anything else in the film high lighted the kind of human being he is, a simplistic, honest and transparent man that couldn't tell a lie if his life depended on it. If only this was human nature...*sigh*!

My second underdeveloped scene is the infamous Wilhemina (Georgia) scene. I kept swearing i had seen this film before as it looked like a scene from the old south in the 1900s or Roots but worse. The fact that it was thrown in there was an attempt to show a similar link between the struggles of African Americans and Muslims which are by far not the same. But I understand that Karan and Shiban Bathija had the right concept that racism does exist and misunderstood and misrepresented minorities are sometimes ignored by the very government authorities that are supposed to help them (totally out of the Bush Administration and Hurricane Katrina Fiasco I thought); but it was the wrong reference. There were a few funny memorable moments and for some I laughed (The bedroom scene where the author portrays Rizvan who is autistic as a fully functional human being that fulfills his duties as a husband by reading, "Intercouse for Dumbos" and sex is dictated by specific times on his watch); I even cried a little...(Mandira blaming Rizvan for her son Sam's death). Then i was indifferent from there onwards.
I have to give credit to Kajol but feel she has done better in her past roles, also loved Rizvan's mother and her performance is worth noting. The rest of the cast was average therefore won't say much about them.
The film had so much to offer, numerous plots and if only a couple had been thickened it would have been the best film from a Bollywood franchise despite the fact that it's actually an American road film depicting Indian actors. One undeniable thing to take out of this film besides the messages of hope, goodness and equality is the realism in it. Compared to a Hollywood film, it focuses on ordinary lives and social concerns. Hence, it's comparative lack of emphasis upon superficial beauty and glamour makes it even more attractive to me and am sure others. I rest my case by giving all the credit to Shah Rukh Khan who undoubtfully was the Khan in My Name Is Khan. He fulfilled his quest as Rizvan Khan and got the intended message across to the audience. Thus, he was my overall 4.5/5 stars of the film.