COCKYBOX-inane cerebral twitches

The last time I saw these guys, they were playing live at Blue Frog (Mumbai). What a night it was. It actually spanned over two consecutive nights. The music and ambiance was so mind blowing, was transcended into an elliptic trance, which I may add lasted over a week. The club (Blue Frog) was packed thrice its holding capacity. If you were there, you’d loose all your senses – except, they’d all be working overtime. Here they are once again doing ‘Challa.’

Came across this video on Facebook. It’s simply awesome. Would love to see such fresh and novel ideas at weddings, however, there is a bunch who seem to think otherwise. Even though in some cultures, especially Indian at large, such displays are common and far more elaborate.

The question: By displaying such enacts, are we destroying the sanctity of marriage?

The debate begins here. The idea is to get all sorts of opinions on the table, and out of the tiny boxes – under and behind our minds.

(P.S.: The music in the background is by Chris Brown and the song is called Forever.)

Perfume. Sounds like a chick flick? Don’t make the same mistake I did. For those who’ve missed it and those who’ve simply ignored it, check out the trailer below, and you’ll agree its nothing short of spine-tingling; anything but gooey. Although, there is some goo. You can check out the official website here. The gripping, fast-paced story line is bound to cause blood clots in your brain. A must see for all the scent lovers. That means you too!

Unable to swallow the lump in my throat, I slowly gulp down a bottle of water, by my bed side. The pain in my mouth has woken up – the otherwise – lazy bloke. The thought of getting on a chair – at the dentist – gives me the goosebumps, however, the agony leaves me no choice. I pick up my blackberry and reluctantly make the call.

“Yes, you can come down in 30 minutes. We’ll take an X-ray.”

An X-ray doesn’t sound so bad? With that consolation in mind, I grab my gear and head to the clinic. The drive down to the clinic is full of nervous, spine tingling thoughts.

What if its a root canal? No. It wont be. God can’t do this to me. After all, I didn’t do anything bad this year. God, please, let it be a filling. Yes. A filling.

And the sinking feeling takes over.

I shouldn’t have cheated on my girlfriend. It must be her, cursing me. It’s all coming back to me. How stupid of me. I should’ve been faithful. Damn those feelings.

Some more remorse.

I shouldn’t have stolen those shirts from Tommy. And for those making judgements on that last one – go back to church where you belong.

Others, continue.

Watch it, twin eyes. Who gave you the car, any ways?

I shouldn’t have cursed the guy who cut me off. Damn. This will be a filling in the near future.

The clinic is finally here, I take my time to find a parking. Going around the block, missing several perfectly good spots, all in denial.

Maybe if I call my girlfriend and apologize, the pain will go away. Damn. Why can’t life be like that.

Moving along.

I walk in and meet the doctor. Give him the lowdown. He walks me over to the X-ray machine as promised. A sigh of relief.

The doc walks over with the X-ray in hand, settles me down, and hands over the verdict.

“It looks like a root canal, we’ll have to put you on medication for 3 days, to subside the swelling.”

As the words sink in I feel elated, relaxed, and my face – finally – starts to animate expressions of relief. Sigh.

My blackberry rings. I pull it out of my pocket, to see my dear friend on the line.

“Hello.”

-”Hello.”

-”Buddy, I forgive you for eating that last piece of chocolate truffle, the other day, at the party.”