Just as I start to write this, I realise I'm becoming more and more of a critic these days. But some things get to your nerve so much that you can't help but get unnerved. Well, this time its the K for Kishore show that I watch sometimes here. The show is ok in its own right. Good singers, nice Kishore Kumar songs and I am happy. But, but, but. What does Asha Bhonsle think she's doing in the show? One of the most credible singers in India is seen talking to Kishore Kumar. And this is not a case of someone falling into a reverie, or getting into a trance where they think they've found that connection with the people who were close to them and who are no longer there. This is something rather outrageous. Imbecile in a way. The producers decide to light a lamp close to Asha Bhonsle and she pretends to be talking to Kishore Kumar, one on one making her subtle gesticulations and facial expressions as though she's in deep conversation with him. Now that I found reeaallly absurd. One, do the producers think they are dealing with Morons who watch their show? And two, and this amazes me more, how could someone of Asha Bhonsle's stature agree to be a part of such an insane gimmick? Add to that an occasional voice of the great singer himself saying how well the contestant sang and how delighted he was to hear it! Bah! Humbug!

These guys talk of giving respect to their favourite singer and the only thing they eventually succeed at is making nothing more than a mockery of him. Sad, indeed.

There is absolutely no cogent reason why my blog account should look like its owned by a slug! Well, considering the tardy rate with which I write these days, thats the only conclusion one can arrive at though! I guess its just my state of mind. Coz there are only 2 reasons why people stop writing. One, coz they don't seem to find enough time and two, they don't feel like. One by no means is true for me. For once in my life I have all the time in the world. Then, naturally its the second. I guess its my indolent state of mind these days thats keeping it from excercising itself! Not a good thing though. Everyday goes in making grandiose plans for the next day. The next day goes in trying to make a connect between the body and mind. The body just refuses to act. And so, the day again goes in making even more grandiose plans for the next day. A vicious cycle. I hope this lassitude does not get the better of me though! Now that won't be good!!