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Late night shift
Mon, 19 Sep 2005 17:52:30 GMT
I don't like this journal anymore. I am going to write in my old journal from nowonwards.
If you care, here's the URL
Comfortably numb-Pink Floyd
Sun, 18 Sep 2005 19:53:47 GMT
Once upon a time I was known as a movie fanatic, a voracious viewer, a film addict and I was proud of all these wonderful titles, no matter what tone they were rattled in.
I was just reading a few journals and everyone talked about the movies they've seen...wrote their personal reviews and recommendations, made their own critical or lauding observations. Some talked about acclaimed international cinema...Some gave their two cents on the latest releases. Some posted lists of DVDs watched like an achievement. Some asked for suggestions for movie titles which are a must watch for any cine aficionado.
Trust me there is nothing condescending about what I say, perhaps there is a glint of amusement -- but that’s all there is to it. I have myself been one of them at different points of life.
But at this moment, there is no movie that I feel like watching. I don’t nurse any enthusiasm. I don’t smile when I look at a freshly pasted billboard on the road. Posters don’t catch my eye. Promos don’t get me interested. Movies don’t leave me hooked. I am not happy with this newborn indifference to a relationship that has grown for almost 2 decades. Any relationship needs effort to sustain…even if its between reel and real. Probably it’s just a phase and will die a natural death and I will revert to being a movie maniac again. Or maybe I should hang out at my DVD library more frequently these days.
Bangalore dreams...?Najane kyon-Strings
Sat, 17 Sep 2005 17:41:55 GMT
I went with a lot of hopes and almost childlike enthusiasm... God knows why but I had a very green, pollution free and modern image of Bangalore in my head. It wasn't anything like that. The people, traffic, lifestyle...I just didn't respond to any of it. Oddly enough, I wanted to like the city so bad that till a point I forced myself to like it...but eventually I realised, nah...I don't like it at all. But the good thing that came out of this highly expensive trip was I have renewed respect for my city, my Bombay. Everyone is partial towards the city they are born. I have always lived in the same city, same house...all my life. I bloom in its familiarity. I guess I am no nomad. I belong in my dirty, dreamy, dusty, destructive, darling Bombay... I love my city so much. Wow...it is must be TRUE love.
ForeversWhen I fall in love-Celine Dion, Sleepless in Seattle OST
Sat, 17 Sep 2005 17:23:53 GMT
WHEN I FALL IN LOVE
When I fall in love
It will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world
Like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart
I give it completely
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you
Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:12:23 GMT
Off to Bangalore tomorrow! For the very first time :D So excited! I hope I like it there :)It's just two days though :(
A commentary on tearsVeer Zaara OST
Mon, 12 Sep 2005 13:49:18 GMT
Racing on my cheeks
I followed them
I lost track, soon
A longing so pressing
Flirts with the heart to play
A game so tough, so new
Afraid to hurt
Ready to cry
Salaam NamasteWhat's going on?-Salaam Namaste OST
Sat, 10 Sep 2005 14:33:26 GMT
Read at your own risk, possible spoilers ahead:
So I saw Salaam Namaste
! I was pretty excited to see the movie. Firstly coz I like Preity Zinta and Saif Ali Khan. Secondly, coz I liked the way the film was promoted. And I like its music too.
I went to two theatres before I finally got the tickets since the movie was running to packed houses and amazing queues everywhere...from what I saw.
Anyway, the film began on a zingy note...character introductions zapped at the viewer, Kal Ho Naa Ho
ishtyle. And lots of amusing tu tu-main mains
between Saif and Preity. And lots of cootchie-coo trendy romance as well. Throw in Preity's chic wardrobe, Saif's sleek attitude, a very sexy looking Melbourne and tons of cozy lip-locks and you know hit hai, baap
Anyway, two months later, in the film and 1.2 hours outside, trouble brews down under. Preity and Saif, who were so far enjoying a happily ever after live-in, fall prey to the Jerry Maguire
syndrome. Preity gets P for pregnant and Saif goes C for cowardly. She wants the baby. He doesn't. But they continue to live together even post-break up. Basically, Salaam Namaste
is a spunky rehash of Nine Months
...it takes everything
of the Hugh Grant starrer. BUT if you have seen the original you might not really react so much to the humor, which looses its spontaneity for you. It didn't work so much for me.
I could even predict Preity is gonna have twins going by the size of her tummy. And I was right. Oh and I was right about the star voice over who makes a last minute cameo, la Robin Williams. Boy is this lil Sarkar
goofy or what!
Anyway, by and large, Salaam Namaste
was entertaining only for its lead pair's sheer comic timing and lime 'n' soda chemistry.
Here I am...Here I am-Bryan Adams
Mon, 05 Sep 2005 16:42:44 GMT
I am off to home sweet home tomorrow :D Yippeeeeeee...Last few days have been awful. The yucky climate in Delhi is to be blamed. Anyways, I am outta here :D Don't see myself coming back till the chilly season returns.
Saw No Entry. It's hilarious. Stupid..stupid fun...totally enjoyed it with my gang of cousins.
Also did some chutput shopping...colorful skirts and all...and white tops...
Ummm...mausi is packing some yum yum homemade mango pickle and mango sweet chutney for moi. Yayyyy! Uh oh...first I need to see my dentist...got to take care of the oral caves :P
Luckily I am not feeling oh-so-low any longer. I guess it's coz I am all set to go home.
Kingfisher, here I come :D Rocking airlines!
Fri, 02 Sep 2005 15:04:36 GMT
Give me a song...give me a line
Give me a sign...
Give me something that's just mine
A decade ago...Ode to family-Cranberries
Sun, 28 Aug 2005 12:32:59 GMT
Riding a bicycle on a stony path
Red brick homes around and about
Wild weeds growing recklessly
On the rusted albeit welcoming gates
Rushed the pedal excitedly
To capture the orange sun drown
Splattering rocks of ice in the school thermos
Waiting to quench the thirst of restless young minds
Butterfly giggles scattered hither thither
The brilliant colors of dusk in the sky
Witnessing a garden of friends
Childhood relived. Adolescence revisited.
A recurring dream that turns back the clock.
A picture drawn with the brushes of fiction
Treading the memory lane of unfulfilled fantasies
Basking the silliness of it all with an incomplete smile.
Kya se kya ho gaya....It is you I have loved all along-Dana Glover
Tue, 05 Jul 2005 18:53:50 GMT
My greatest ambition as an eight-year-old was to do these three things for my mother:
* Give her a daily feast of chaat
to her heart and stomach's content. The chaat walah
would regularly, without fail, come to my house and do the needful.
* Make my mom a huge cupboard of saris and footwear... it would be so huge...that she would have to go inside with a chair and make up her mind about which sari to wear with a cool glass of Limca.
* Give her 1000 rupees as pocket money.
* My mom cannot digest spicy stuff like chaat
anymore. So having a daily dose of chaat
is obviously ruled out.
* I can get her a chair and cool crate of Limca. But a room like cupboard, nopes. :( And have gifted her only five saris till date :(
* Pocket money... now that has increased by leaps and bounds :p
Sat, 02 Jul 2005 23:15:41 GMT
I always wanted to sit under an Oak tree and distribute gyaan
among the ignorant. I am doing that a lot these days sans the scenic paraphernalia, of course.
What I've been upto? Films! What else?
Fri, 01 Jul 2005 19:49:48 GMT
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events: It was somewhat slow and slightly too kiddish as opposed to the book. The visual effects were done nicely. And the child actors were super. Jim Carrey was his hyper histrionic self as required. Considering how badly I wanted to see the movie, I was a wee disappointed but I'll still say I liked it over all.
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants: This one's so much more than just another teen movie about giggly girls. It is a warm and emotionally woven tale about friendship and its indescribable magic.
Sideways: I never thought wine could be this alluring. This film is smart, casual and endearing. I liked the humor. I liked its characters. I liked the wine. California, here I come ;)
Beauty Shop: This one was so bad, I walked out after sitting through 1 hour of nothing happening in the story. And boy...what a waste of a interesting star cast.
The Barbarian Invasions: Slightly over-rated perhaps. However, I liked the way human emotions and man's incredible love for life are portrayed in this French film(also an Oscar winner for best foreign film). Also, it cleverly refrains from melodrama and sticks to real emotions lined with subdued humor.
What life offers...is that what I should settle for?Once upon a time in America theme
Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:14:36 GMT
Not so long ago, I happened to know this person. Every afternoon, he’d sit under the Neem tree shade and reminisce of a bygone life. A life, which he had known closely. It was his own and he never thought he would give up, on his own accord.
His face resembled an old painting – dusty, crumpled and worn out. Broken memories of the past reflected in his drawn eyes. His smile, though benevolent, was incomplete. He carried a sorrow within his heart.
But people gathered around him because he was a connoisseur of intriguing tales woven in the rich fabric of human experiences and emotions.
I could tell he must have been an important man. He spoke of an era where he held court. People would shower him with insane amount of praise. He must have been held in high regard. He must have been popular. He must have had a huge circle of friends. He must have led an enviable existence.
Alas, during the peak of his social ambitions, he discovered that fame comes at a heavy price and doesn’t necessarily promise immortal joy. Everything he lived was an illusion. His soul suffered in the hypocrisy of it all. Life was forbidding, a cruel opportunist. It sucked him out to continue its own proud legacy. Friends personified greed. They sinned openly against the sanctity of love and compassion. He felt betrayed and stabbed.
He walked away from the path of hypocritical glory. He had to start anew.
Like a spider, he relentlessly gave happiness numerous chances. Happiness still evaded him.
He lived on. But his pursuit for happiness only created a void in his heart. The smile was always incomplete. He was neither a saint nor ordinary. He was a man whose heart was still rooted with hope.
Will he be able to overcome this sadness? Will he just go on? What happens to stray leaves that hopelessly float in a stream?
I wish life offered more to men who didn’t wish to be a part of the race. I wish everything didn’t matter. I wish I could find answers. I wish I wasn’t so sad today.I know no such man. Perhaps, he resides in a corner of my brain
Things to do today:221B Baker Street-Sherlock Holmes OST
Wed, 22 Jun 2005 05:51:55 GMT
# Take a dental appointment.
# Join a new DVD library.
# Sell my Entomology notes in raddi
. Alas, there lies no future in bugs (for me) :(
# Order Corn and pepper quessadillas and Veg-au-gratin from this new restuaurant near my place. Ah, the healing touch of FOOD :D
# Chat with mom coz she's back in town. And with loads of gifts and insane number of mangoes. :P
# Enjoy the rain while playing loud radio over a cup of piping hot Ocimum Sanctum (Tulsi, yaar
I love this Bat!Molossus-Batman Begins OST
Mon, 20 Jun 2005 07:00:08 GMT
(image) I loved Batman Begins. Sure, it had some ‘issues’. But I liked it a whole lot, nevertheless.
I won't compare it to Batman or Batman Returns. I love Tim Burton. And I love his gothic stamp. Batman and Robin and Batman Forever were big studio s(hit). But with popcorn in tow, they could be easily feasted on.
Batman Begins is raw. Sometimes it looks deliberately flawed. For once a human sans any superhero powers justifies the need for drama and a larger-than-life dark persona.
I liked the fact its not some sexy and sleek excuse for a movie. I liked the idealogy it plays on. How it deals with innermost fears that could blow out of proportion and become life-long ailments. I totally buy the line, "To conquer fear you must become fear itself".
There are a couple of things that haven't been convincingly established, especially in the beginning. I don’t want to give away any spoilers.
Also I thought some of the most resourceful actors – Ken Watanbe, Tom Wilkinson, Liam Neeson, Michael Caine, Morgan Freeman were wasted in Batman Begins. Actors of their calibre deserve much better than becoming a run of the mill supporting cast.
After seeing Christan Bale in American Psycho and Little Women, I was sceptical about him donning a Bat suit. But this actor is darn good. Intense, brooding, mysterious and unpredictable – he keeps the ball rolling both as Bruce Wayne and Batman.
Oh the best part was the final scene. Nice touch, that! I am sure Tim Burton grinned. :-)
A couple of movies & a book Corelli Adagio from concerto grosso op 6 no 8 in G minor
Wed, 15 Jun 2005 06:29:31 GMT
(image) I saw this Korean movie called Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring
. Sometimes when I see a Daisy flower. It’s simplicity appeals to me. It’s not very fancy and yet it’s elegant and pretty. And that’s why it’s my favourite flower. It’s got a character without being obvious about it. Similarly, Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring
is a modestly told fable of man and the eternal cycle from childhood to old age, which he has to endure. The lessons he learns. The path he chooses. The realisation of truth. The song of redemption. And eventually, the path to God. Since I have always believed that, in the end, only the road to the mysterious one matters. Hence, this film struck me by its grace and depth. An experience of the spiritual kind and that too from a movie… what more can I ask for?
My school friend and I went for a late night show of Mr and Mrs Smith
yesterday. And how was it? Umm, it was cool. It wasn’t ‘wow’. It was supposed to be silly and action-packed in any case. So its not like I was expecting to see another War of the Roses
. Though its lead actors –- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie kept the show going throughout with their dazzling camaraderie and hard-to-discount good looks, the last 25-30 minutes dragged painfully. So is theirs THE chemistry of the decade? Sure, they look great together. But I think they have been hyped beyond control. A sense of commerciality mars the process of creativity when the movie media manipulates the viewer into believing what it wants them to believe. Something like the ‘Emperor’s new clothes’ syndrome.
Read 56 pages of C S Lewis’s The Magician’s Nephew
. It’s the first in the Chronicles of Narnia series. And it is really a marvel. Hope to enjoy the rest.
What movie next?Memento
My Wife is an Actress
A lil heart-to-heartTeardrop-Massive Attack
Sun, 12 Jun 2005 17:50:20 GMT
^ I want --> (image)
^ Saw Parineeta today. I found it so-so. I thought the screenplay was pretty shoddy. And heck...so many songs. The acting was good. The most respectable part about the film. As long as the story remained faithful to Sarat Chandra Chattopadhya's original novel, it worked. The moment it became a Vidhu Vinod Chopra adaptation, it sucked. Thank God for Chocolate Donuts and Butter Popcorn. They make anything tolerable. :)
^ Listened to George Michael after ages. Feeling so nostalgic... I miss college. Was cleaning my closet today. Found some old pictures of friends forgotten...rather buried deep under sheets of memories for certain reasons...Feeling mixed.
^ Mum's out of town. Feeling lonely. Peter Pan would be so proud of me... seriously. This kid will never 'grow up'. I didn't even drink milk today, Mom. :( It's funny...but I don't need Ma to sit and talk to me all the time. I just feel content in her presence. I just want to keep doing my stuff while she does hers. Like right now. Usually, I am on the laptop, and she would be enjoying some chilling murder mystery. I would never tell her this. But if at all I want to be somewhat like anyone [egoist that I am], it would be her. In some ways, not all. Love you, Super-Mom.
^ Sometimes the hardest thing in life turns out to be the most beautiful and rewarding too. I am understanding it better now. :)
^ Good night you shining stars. Sparkle the world tomorrow. .=)
Someone's laughter reminds of this quote:Playing my game-Lene Marlin
Fri, 10 Jun 2005 10:58:16 GMT
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be. -- J M Barrie, Peter Pan