tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87218806093713475902024-03-13T06:58:47.988-04:00Mediocre at BestThis is a window to my life.. snippets that highlight my shortcomings,my lack of resolve and my illusions of grandeur.I am standing at a crossroads, with indecisiveness weighing down upon me, and with semblances of achievements . But after everything is said and done,I know I am average,everyday,and mediocre at best.Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-14230479661415280462016-10-12T01:21:00.001-04:002016-10-12T18:28:39.568-04:00The Fallen King<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As he slowly opened his eyes, they were hit with a barrage of visuals his brain couldn't process. He was wearing his Gold Armor, the one he always wore to the Battlefield. His forehead felt crusty, must be the dried sandalwood paste. His head felt heavy, not so much from his Gold Crown as much from the excruciating headache. Where was he? This was not his Court, not even his Kingdom. He closed his eyes to block the light and try to make sense of things. He tried moving his arms and realized they were restrained. Both of them. He was crucified. There he stood in all his regalia but shackled to a giant cross. Furious rage welled up in him and as he opened his mouth to bellow an earth-shattering scream, he realized he was not alone. To his either side, stood two other men. Shackled, crucified just like him. The King stood crucified not between two thieves but his own kin. To his right, stood his Brother, a Giant among Men, the Scourge of his Enemies. To his left stood his Valiant Son, the Conqueror of Gods. Both stood with their heads hung low, their spirits crushed, reduced to vacant shells of their former selves. In that instant, the king realized where he was.</div>
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He remembered the fateful battle. The most magnificent display of martial skill, brutality, might and honor the world had ever seen. God himself had descended upon Earth to take on the King. The Rapture was upon us. Armies of men, demons, animals and halflings crashed onto each other like waves, and the ground shook as if it would split apart any second and the seas churned with blood and bodies. And as the dust began to settle, the King realized, the Final Hour was here. His mighty army had fallen, his brother, his prince defeated, his Kingdom burnt to ashes and before him stood his would-be vanquisher. The blue skinned God-King of the North. They lunged upon each other with the promise that only one would be left standing. Their rage emanating from them in thunderous guttural roars and metallic clashes of broken weapons.Those who watched grimaced in terror and awe. The King fought with the strength of ten but the God-King was a God after all and a God only dies if he wishes to. He did not today. For today would be a parable of the Just prevailing over Evil. The God-King asked if he had any last wish? The King said that was between him and his maker. The God-King half-smiled at the irony and then the God-King let lose his most potent and divine weapon. As it whizzed through the air, the King realized this was the end. History would say he was on the wrong, the path of Evil. But all he could remember was a dishonored sister, avenged. Was that evil? The weapon thrust itself deep into his chest and the darkness of death engulfed him.</div>
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The King opened his eyes. He was still shackled to the cross, but he knew why. Death was not punishment enough. Evil had to die year after year, for millennia upon millennia. And he symbolized Evil.</div>
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The sky had turned dark. A crowd had gathered. They dressed differently but their faces were the same. they could have been his subjects. Suddenly loud drums began to beat, he could sense restlessness in the air, the crowd slowly parted and the God-King appeared accompanied by his brother and his Halfling devotee. The crowd cheered for their heroes. But wait, this was no God-King. This was an imposter. A painted up clown. The King sighed and accepted that in this day and age, there would be no worthier adversary than this clown. They went for his brother first. The first arrow from the False God-King, hit his brother right in the head and his body erupted in flames and then fireworks. The crowd cheered and hailed the God-King. The King felt the same pain in his heart as he did when he first saw his brother die. Then the False God-King's brother hurled an arrow at his son. The crowd cheered louder as the heir to his throne, the blood of his blood and the beat of his heart burned to a crisp. His eyes welled up first in agony, then in anger. He surveyed the crowd. What was the meaning of this farce if they learned nothing. These half humans who feared and detested anyone, a hair different from them. How different were they from him? Were they not making the same mistakes he did? Did they know that there was respect even among adversaries, as there was between the God-King and him. These mortals who would rather see blood than reason. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone! The final arrow caught him in the chest and he burst into flames of different hues. The crowd had not seen such a fine display of fireworks till then and could not stop whistling, cheering and clapping. The King knew he would be back again the next year. The same farce would play out. As the last of him burnt away, he looked towards the heavens and asked the God-King, grant your people the wisdom to choose love over hate, that is my last wish. </div>
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Sunday is the Princess Lieia hologram message from Star wars (It's not real)<br />
Sunday is Bruce Willis from The Sixth Sense (It was dead the whole time)<br />
Sunday is Nicole Kidman from The Others (It's a <span style="background-color: white;">pale,</span><span style="background-color: white;">cold-hearted, suicidal Bitch and it was dead the whole time)</span><br />
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Sunday is everything Friday is not.<br />
Sunday is.. no Sunday is always was.</div>
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People who say they like to relax on Sunday mornings with their copy of the Times and a nice relaxing cuppa can go screw themselves.<br />
People who start checking and sending work emails on Sunday evenings can go screw themselves<br />
People who use the word "cuppa" can go screw themselves.</div>
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It will be remembered as that single moment. That one moment on that one day when everyone will stop what they were doing. They will all pause, their steps still hanging, their thoughts incomplete. There will be total and uniform realization. They will look around in disbelief, some unsure whether this is real. A few will break down and cry. But then there be action. Unanimous, certain and purposeful. Life will stop. People will fill up cars and trucks with food and clean water. Cities will lie deserted save for a few non believers and cowards. The caravans laden with tonnes of food will head for the villages.<br />
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And people in the villages, the hungry , the desolate, who have no reason to believe in humanity, god or other such folktales, will pick up their ears. They will not know what to make of it. Some will ask what took them so long. Some amazed at how obvious it should have been . <span style="background-color: white;">They will run outside their mud houses and witness a miracle.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> A day when the satiated, lucky and ingrates decided that we can no longer go on oblivious to the what is around us. And the caravans will arrive with food and water. And the hungry of the world will be fed and their thirst quenched. And from that day and for forever on, man will be aware, unshackled and with sight.</span></div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-9772754573445439932012-05-11T02:17:00.000-04:002012-05-11T02:17:08.890-04:00Arjun goes to Janpath<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Janpath , The people's lane. I will promptly cross the road jump the divider, cross the road again and reach the busting market where every college kid in the city gets their clothes from. I will squeeze my way through the crowd, all the youngsters yelling "Bhaiyya, yeh to chori hai" and the shopkeepers saying "Boni nahi hui, to kum kaise kar sakte hai" and walk to the guy I used to go to when I was a broke college kid and ask him how much for a pair of jeans. Then when he tells me the price, the enormity of the truth of how long I have been away will hit me like a lightning bolt and I will fall down on the ground laughing, like a crazy person. </span></div>
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<br /></div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-42404003193747730902012-03-31T03:49:00.005-04:002012-03-31T15:25:14.619-04:00Absolutely useless trivia...but stuff that establishes my movie geek cred.<div><br /></div><div>So I saw agent Vinod, was ok, though I found it didnt get me as involved as I thought it would. Sriram Raghavan coming off Ek Haseena Thi and Johnny Gaddar is without doubt one of the talented few working in bollywood today. He got to hone his skills on TV, among the many shows he worked on includes CID. <a href="http://mediocre-at-best.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-good-i-am.html">I have wrote about this before</a> about how he puts people from CID in all his movies. </div><div><br /></div><div>Like he put Inspector Abhijeet in his first movie, Ek Haseena Thi as the conniving lawyer</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRZxnvXjcUNYlJIQWoq8Kdnf26TZ5ZB0BAda22AQoQJCKeJVZZ20-H7Jsme-A" /> </div><div><br /></div><div>And Asha & Daya play important roles in Johnny Gaddar. Ashwini Kelsekar aka Sub-Inspector Asha is fantastic in the movie btw.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.google.com/url?source=imglanding&ct=img&q=http://i.ytimg.com/vi/cEtXnKnnpWM/0.jpg&sa=X&ei=aLl2T63tDeGeiALM0uynDg&ved=0CAkQ8wc4Yw&usg=AFQjCNEgagTILmeu6uWD0x_rwGJjXxpSdg" /> </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTlF8qOxw9ifukfwraPOBG-2VmXEDzI-nh4ZommyIUWgeFU2NQiSuQcfG-Ljw" /> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So for his biggest movie to date, Agent Vinod, who does Mr.Raghavan rope in? Dr.Salunke, ACP Pradyuman himself??</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.google.com/url?source=imglanding&ct=img&q=http://www.bolegaindia.com/images/gossips/b-p-singh-director-agent-vinod_post_1330684925.jpg&sa=X&ei=1bp2T_3QK6ayiQKyh82nDg&ved=0CAkQ8wc&usg=AFQjCNFENzBSagk_WJZ54A0D5DBzXarJJg" /> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He got this guy. B.P. "I created Friggin CID" Singh. He plays the head of RAW. </div><div><br /></div><div>So savor that this geektastic trivia while I go try to get a life.</div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-74223041635677268122011-08-19T16:58:00.003-04:002011-08-19T17:43:33.328-04:00The Heart is a Butterfly<div style="text-align: justify;">Much like Mansoor Khan , erstwhile Bollywood director of films like Akele Hum Akele Tum , Qayamat se Qayamat Tak etc I want a organic farm of my own in the hills of a South Indian hill town where the local tribals, garbed in shawls and monkey caps ,with folded hands would call me "Ayya" when I go out for my morning jog when the mist has yet not been conquered by the late sun of the hills. I will make my own cheese, honey, jam and bread and sell it to charcuteries and patisseries in the city. In the thin mountain air I will contemplate life and live the simplistic life of a self sufficient hermit.
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<br />I want to buy a large hiking/camping bag the kind European bag packers use when they go to Thailand and Indonesia , and I want to go to the south of France and hike around till I can finally advance from reading to speaking French. I want to grow out my beard so rough that people mistake me for a hermit or a Sikh. I want to make stop overs at Budapest , Spain and Italy and Poland. I will seek out and become an apprentice to a master vintner who has seven words in his name two of which are "de la". He must be the kind who actually puts the dirt in his mouth to see if the grapes are ready for plucking and can tell the time by the position of the sun. It would definitely help if he has an unwed daughter who, complete with her own subplot, yearns to a female matador.
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<br />I will then go to Argentina and learn jiujitsu and participate in underground cage fights with Brazilian Army Veterans and FARC runaways. Cage fights, not the kind where you fight to death , but definitely the kind where people bet on who wins and who ends up with a broken femur. I will train under a team of fighters whose Master takes a liking to me because of the "kindness" I show in the ring. I will develop a rivalry with his son who can never be good enough in front of his father and compete with him for the affection of the only female fighter in the team. In the after fight celebrations I will learn how to appreciate the local beer and the joys of a rare horse steak. Of course this will mean I will finally get to learn enough spanish to be able say something else than "una cafe con leche, por favor" or "ne habla mucho espanol" or "donde esta el banos" . I will be a polyglot who will be able to say polyglot in several languages.
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<br />Several months later , I will end up in a small village in Okinawa where I start learning Kendo & Kyudo under a Blind Sensei (obviously). At night when I stand famished and exhausted, under a flickering oil lamp, with the omnipresent silence of the countryside, he would tell me what I did wrong that day and slowly segue into the story of how he lost his eyes, a tale that would bring tears to my own and unravel parallel to my present situation with me as the protagonist instead of the master.
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<br />I will end my cliche-ridden exploits in Korea where a chance interference in a street fight to save an orphan from a organ trafficking ring will land me an apprenticeship with Kim Jee-woon, director extraordinaire and slowly I will come to the stark realization that the Serial Killer problem as shown in Korean movies is very much real and I will race against time to save an orphan (the same one as before) from a gang of competitive and techno savvy serial killers.
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<br />...and then I will be a man with stories to tell.</div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-50260723617967048272011-07-08T14:54:00.003-04:002011-07-08T15:05:41.257-04:00Cheeze Aumlette - 1<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ3F5cMW4JCZrevjBfYMcygfvqg2BSAc8F_B5AeG2AkT3Vxu9wC7kp2zmapDEDk8UWBkKrwYPqfZ8AV-aN4uD7G_jXs92y5mOvhWihkjS0slEx_8GjWBkSbV9t8yOV9AiOzztSMXcfLo/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ3F5cMW4JCZrevjBfYMcygfvqg2BSAc8F_B5AeG2AkT3Vxu9wC7kp2zmapDEDk8UWBkKrwYPqfZ8AV-aN4uD7G_jXs92y5mOvhWihkjS0slEx_8GjWBkSbV9t8yOV9AiOzztSMXcfLo/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627058669703463618" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYdkFePhK9ANltEdyN2FKfuCSDjW-rAoCjpNmJ797PrTJHTBDOaZSUNMCjoZz7B6loDFOj3POcjFj8umeC_8YvsT6AYMxQMrbf01fmdE6U2njkiPVf-j54xSlxsrkELYIsoX4tWYPNvQ/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYdkFePhK9ANltEdyN2FKfuCSDjW-rAoCjpNmJ797PrTJHTBDOaZSUNMCjoZz7B6loDFOj3POcjFj8umeC_8YvsT6AYMxQMrbf01fmdE6U2njkiPVf-j54xSlxsrkELYIsoX4tWYPNvQ/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627057124125032066" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCijOVOI4FXQiMwmgyrzS2s2mPB4KEaXMdKWssqP-iP869SRCny2bVlPoVdM8o_XsnDE2RuXP_B6HaOT6aoZAKLu_eg2Ek0ykvjxZkNzFK1dqDDCsqyuXjt5R4NQNB1wkKx1_3DzMCDs/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCijOVOI4FXQiMwmgyrzS2s2mPB4KEaXMdKWssqP-iP869SRCny2bVlPoVdM8o_XsnDE2RuXP_B6HaOT6aoZAKLu_eg2Ek0ykvjxZkNzFK1dqDDCsqyuXjt5R4NQNB1wkKx1_3DzMCDs/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627058671624670834" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPWeToNLSoXuJzFV5pIbOZ2BPRG6__Dm-rempnWEb3e_yW-dTEgDDtGYZMIIS6_8WC1QpIuXaQo6c71QNjlGpPdSFmq0lhyphenhyphenIlaYigQmlT_2Ay1SdTh92HK2EjBbC01bqdcS136z6_y3Wk/s1600/14.gif"><img style="display:block; 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">A <b>spoonerism</b> is an error in speech or deliberate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_play" title="Word play" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">play on words</a> in which corresponding <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consonant" title="Consonant" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">consonants</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vowel" title="Vowel" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">vowels</a>, or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morphemes" title="Morphemes" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">morphemes</a> are switched.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Make Tea - Take me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Light a Fire - Fight a Liar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Arjuntism - An Arjuntism is an error in transcription where the first letter of a word is omitted if it is the same as the last letter of the previous word.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">But the song was never repeated - But he song was never epeated.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Did the Android dream of electric cats? - Did the Android ream of electric ats?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-14519880163974037532011-04-11T17:20:00.003-04:002011-04-11T17:24:36.171-04:00Please Stop!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTHNTiwldxaHCKqDBmGinEcFmpJ26ic5ic6Z_GLrkZ3r1R9T05wfyaBqKaCrVfl2mIC2k26cPTmGcyiwwPVhjTb3jjVmY5laX7piXIWZ8JieJSsY5rHZ15aFPakETAWJULXWedoK4KIc/s1600/masti3P.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2V8fVffwC0REts6jCXq4qu9eXeVfz_8pVhpTbKGClVVP4ix4EGgrD-rzZt_p6hPNCmASAqMuqchgHqe-Kg8HuDwOO9ZEPXxguS4XaSBEcebuhKBlvc-ghZzL1CidO-ZNfm-gN02hP3xg/s320/220px-ShaadiNo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594439276212039298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTFQKf2VlrcxuRJsbF-pu2ULUPm5sh33G6B2zo49S1Qc45hVXlq1dzH_aCqXnD740aUqUeqHIdDNlZMmD0YEG8k5_rPVMYmPVyxDoyq9InfCM_cMnGE4BXqtxZBrfPU0e5L_biJYYxSY/s1600/51WC2GXMXNL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTFQKf2VlrcxuRJsbF-pu2ULUPm5sh33G6B2zo49S1Qc45hVXlq1dzH_aCqXnD740aUqUeqHIdDNlZMmD0YEG8k5_rPVMYmPVyxDoyq9InfCM_cMnGE4BXqtxZBrfPU0e5L_biJYYxSY/s320/51WC2GXMXNL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594439270529911362" border="0" /></a><br />Infidel Husbands being set right by a random do-gooder should not be the plot of more than 1 movie.<br /><br />I had the misfortune of watching Thank You over the weekend. Akshay Kumar should take the flute that he keeps playing throughout the movie and shove it up where the sun don't shine.Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-89055012514682471752011-03-25T16:01:00.003-04:002011-03-25T16:04:43.938-04:00My Life as a Zombie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6AlgzDk5XYrZGWp8VAym6-eSX-zE0C9enNMBeZ2B-qMlcCK14mjyaLpQUqRVgwiSpvTtOH77f3p4rfSVy0thhwkp7a48UxkX_RDcOowHOhe9KHZeqNnwp-pFNBwzZIZ0iHI13Rtu1p4/s1600/z1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6AlgzDk5XYrZGWp8VAym6-eSX-zE0C9enNMBeZ2B-qMlcCK14mjyaLpQUqRVgwiSpvTtOH77f3p4rfSVy0thhwkp7a48UxkX_RDcOowHOhe9KHZeqNnwp-pFNBwzZIZ0iHI13Rtu1p4/s320/z1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588110496425978114" border="0" /></a>WARNING: Long Post<br /><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style=""><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">“What would you say was your defining American moment? An incident that was authentically and unabashedly American?” </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Ask me that question. I dare you. No, I double dare you. Cause, I have the answer ready. It would be the day Obama won. I was still in university and living in a rundown apartment on top of a bar. It was right in the intersection of two busy roads and peeked over the happenings on the street. We were all huddled over a laptop, five Indian guys living in a tiny 3 bedroom apartment that was legally supposed to house only three. The moment it became clear that Obama had won my roommate Prem Singh jumped with joy and started pumping his fists in the air. He, who sported an American accent even before getting on the plane to get here and whose only dismay was that he could not vote to aid his fellow democrats. Soon, there were voices coming from the street below. We looked out to see the guy from the apartment across the street, perched on the ledge of his window, blasting the national anthem on his electric guitar. There were some other students out in the streets, but the most conspicuous was an ecstatic chubby spectacled girl with curly hair, standing smack in the middle of the intersection like a traffic policeman, jubilantly swinging her hands in the air, waving at cars whizzing by and shouting at the top of her voice “We got it right, We finally got it right”. With a little wardrobe changes they could have fit right in the 70’s. The Punk Rocker, up in his apartment, serenading the Flower Girl down below. A somewhat Romeo and Juliet reversal. Quintessentially American, almost stereotypical, reaffirming (and shouting) their faith in Truth, Justice and the American way.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Well the other night I had an experience that would rival this one as my most American experience. We cannot deny that the world we live in is dominated by American pop culture. As a former British colony, whatever links we had to British culture are being phased out, for better or worse, as time nudges us farther and farther from the early half of the 20<sup>th</sup> century. Going by Shashi Tharoor’s definition of Soft power, America remains the mammoth yielding and submitting everyone to the sheer potency of its soft power. Naturally I would be excited to be part of anything related to popular culture and getting to be an extra in a Hollywood movie was a chance I was not going to pass on. Ok, so it was not a Hollywood movie, but a Not For Profit film being funded by a South Florida Film Initiative. And it was not a movie per se but a short film (Short for short), about 30 minutes long. But hey, Art cannot be bounded by temporal or spatial constraints, even though how a Post-Apocalyptic (PA) gore fest qualifies as art is up for debate. Yeah, I played a Zombie. Actually the technically correct term is The Living dead, from an unwritten rule in PA movies that the word Zombie is never uttered or used. The Infected, Walkers, Ghouls and Stiffs are also accepted.<br /></span></p><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"></span><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">So how did I get there? Well here I was trawling through craigslist, when I found this posting that wanted extras for a day’s shoot. Of course it was volunteer work, but I would have actually paid them just for getting in on the experience. So I showed up on set at the time prescribed by the Production Assistant, Tim, A University of Miami student, and part time film enthusiast. I soon found out everyone there on set was more or less helping out for free and the crew was mostly U of M students. But for the first time I found myself on a movie set, an abandoned bottling plant run rampant by extremely talented local Miami Grafitti artists. The place absolutely looked the cold , solitary, unforgiving terrain that the directors envisioned in their script. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"> I was quickly ushered in to the make up tent, and soon found myself sitting in front of the Make up artist, Giancarlo. Now the thing about Miami is that everyone speaks Spanish and 4 times out of 5 is from Cuba or one of the Central American countries. So When the kindly bearded Miami native told me he was friends with Somy Ali (Yes , Salman Khan’s Ex from the 90s, that Somy Ali) I was taken aback. But he was for real. Apparently she runs a charity in South Florida, having given up on the glitz and glamour of showbiz. Now, I have never had any kind of make up done. So I didn’t know what to expect. Giancarlo told me I was the first Indian face he was going to do up and so he was going to spend some time on me. Sure enough, I was there for a good thirty minutes and by the time I was done I was turning heads, as much as a zombie with flesh hanging from his cheek could. I also got a good idea why Alan Cumming never returned for X-men 3 and What Ron Perlman and Rahul Roy had to go through when they did Hell Boy and Junoon respectively. Sitting still with your eyes closed lips pursed is excruciatingly boring. But what was even more tortuous was still to come.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">They say people who have learned music hear chords and ragas where mere mortals would just find a melody. It’s a different perspective that you gain when you find out what exactly goes on behind the curtains. And its something you cannot unsee. Well let me tell you apart from the cameras, lights and dollys what laymen don’t realize is the sheer excruciating amount of just standing around. Yes, you just stand around, twiddling your thumbs while they get the shot ready. Now I am not calling anyone inefficient. This is just how things roll. Things take time and naturally you have to wait. So here we were a rag tag team of volunteer zombies – a film student, a retired chemist, an ex-cop, a civil engineer and a truck driver among others, standing around with burnt faces, ripped cheeks and amputated limbs. But the real soul of the party had to be Carlos a guy who was just driving by in a car, who stopped at the commotion, just to ask what was going on and was roped in to play a zombie. He was just so enamored by everything that he volunteered to help out the remaining days of the shoot as well. By the end he was actually announcing to everyone that he wanted to be a full time actor!! Turns out anyone can play a zombie. You just have to growl and move around menacingly. And when your face is hidden beneath layers of fevicol-like substance you lose all inhibitions. The big question was, were they going for George Romero Zombies or Danny Boyle Zombies. Romero considered the father of the Zombie subgenre with his “..of the Dead” series had slow moving, zombies with legs dragging and hands held out, while Boyle popularized the raging, wild, sprinting zombie in 28 days later. Turns out rabid zombies are all the rage now.<span style=""> </span>As a film enthusiast Post Apocalyptic films appeal to me because in essence they say that what you and I deem as important, even monumental could in an instant become entirely frivolous and superfluous. Think about it, one day you are worried about finishing up a report and the very next day you could be holed up in a house praying for your life. Talk about perspective shift! It reaffirms that relativity is the only truth in life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-variant: normal ! important; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">The shoot lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. We shot four scenes where we just ran around chasing people or as we zombies call it “dinner” and getting shot at. A SFX team was brought in to perform several stunts which included firing several guns at us poor zombies and setting one of us on fire. I hear the same stunt team worked on a new Charlie’s Angel’s TV show set in Miami which would premiere in Fall of this year. Gun shots, even blanks, are ear-drum popping loud. And you definitely need ear plugs if you are at either end of the gun. Finally one of the PAs shouted “It’s a wrap, folks” and we all heaved sighs of relief. We just wanted to get out of there. Most of us had to work the next day and I briefly wondered whether being “the living dead ” <span style=""> </span>would qualify me for sick leave. Good byes were said and Facebook ids exchanged. Tearing apart a live human together can apparently make you close to people. I knew getting off the makeup would be a pain. While I tore away all the prosthetics, the blood and decay still remained. Giancarlo recommended a hot shower and lots of soap. I did not want be pulled over by a cop looking like this. But the best part of the day was when I pulled up into a Taco Bell drive in window and scared the bejeezus out of the employee. Also, sadly taco bell does not serve human brains. </span></p>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-51883884400351070452011-03-24T11:04:00.002-04:002011-03-24T11:09:41.033-04:00All you People in the Hoooouusee!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6E230W-Nqxxr5o7ONiBS0Lvpx8AJ9yAkeW334O2ifY-mg2lH5oH9h5qLZtsdb7nEQBBkPpZa44RSCS2EExxA6LeT9nWgA1DWfDvYacrFVth74ZNeiZHsRr2u6zHnE_R_6fUHQaDJVluI/s1600/bp16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6E230W-Nqxxr5o7ONiBS0Lvpx8AJ9yAkeW334O2ifY-mg2lH5oH9h5qLZtsdb7nEQBBkPpZa44RSCS2EExxA6LeT9nWgA1DWfDvYacrFVth74ZNeiZHsRr2u6zHnE_R_6fUHQaDJVluI/s320/bp16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587662900689090130" border="0" /></a>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-40056947043087944782011-03-21T21:13:00.004-04:002011-03-21T21:29:47.972-04:00How Matthew McConaughey can make Good Movies<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Matthew McConaughey is mostly known for insipid romcoms. So how do we help the guy out? How do we get the guy to make good movies. I took a day off from work and did some thinking and came to the following conclusion. The only way Matthew McConaughey can make a good movie is if he plays a lawyer of some kind. Allow me to demonstrate:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6OoMTvjosaIUG_0EhDTTBWmac9Cm8abkmSRz5iSRhrEQ_KcIHG7WC5o5_G3RbITBVPy2FnAhONIb7QmoOL7cHywA4Re9CQTXBAWJVOZ6jUzBbbD9AUoA3_EGcQMmbWSjh8dw80uimAk/s320/amistad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586708444309140530" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvVO5ga1JbPrhgbapRqgm5zEsfUTd_1iHz1-d3iQgxQWOiB5-FIE3Gax2GS7Mn1SSR3co0ci3Zc4ppkSc7wFL1rC5IkC65lNJqTSfQh3CrunRdIVd9toRwDCJVZZ6QTsbEdIB8FvqUJ0/s320/time_to_kill.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586708450906479794" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWeZ-TRRfCWrsQTHPn7czauCmXT5lD1XzRteRGR9FmLV58MWjNUh6s2X_5qsdAk_rYRav32BvJMM_HISpuORNSuT2OAZcGb1ylzPJHWJLyxorI7Haa8dMET7dorXl9X6bUok7xi-IXdM/s320/The-Lincoln-Lawyer-Teaser-Poster-13-12-10-kc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586708456284474018" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNcndB4LQct5zwx31isMhilAIo8f5Q2mmphga0euvcbVoqHwc-jEIYiH_VnYopAkWYagnajz-_GVt2NM1yIYMKk8Ulec2fPuMFbXWHoUvRI5MriUOQpBw0sem2gVG6HlyCZMpm08cAdc/s320/jack-black-tom-cruise-matthew-mcconaughey-ben-stiller-and-robert-downey-jr-on-the-red-carpet-of-the-los-angeles-premiere-of-tropic-thunder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586708464849089602" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Lawyer.Lawyer.Lawyer.Agent to a movie star.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ok so he was not a lawyer in Tropic Thunder but an agent is a kind of arbitrator and some one who has a client so that counts.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Plus he is playing a DA in Richard Linklater's next dark Comedy - Bernie , so if that movie turns out to be any good, we know we've got a sure fire way of getting our boy into good movies.</span></span></span></span></div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-34592502760822992292011-03-18T10:45:00.007-04:002011-03-18T12:27:19.884-04:0010 Movies I want to watch in 2011Better really really late than never. Here it is, the 10 (well around 10) movies I really really want to watch this year:<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1) Sherlock Holmes : Game of Shadows</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kJ3qebxEoXglHtUet3Ijb9OHqDtiyUBwICjZeiteBu1Wl1deZtpmODaT4zwjR336qVU0t19sjixB94pPzdUeZ6xDFlfOUHrZwVIf6jgwp9jjci0k7VfI9ovPxR3RZU6zoOxKU4KbvK8/s1600/sherlock-holmes-2-movie-photo-01-550x374.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kJ3qebxEoXglHtUet3Ijb9OHqDtiyUBwICjZeiteBu1Wl1deZtpmODaT4zwjR336qVU0t19sjixB94pPzdUeZ6xDFlfOUHrZwVIf6jgwp9jjci0k7VfI9ovPxR3RZU6zoOxKU4KbvK8/s320/sherlock-holmes-2-movie-photo-01-550x374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453516750217618" border="0" /></a><br />RDJr is a pleasure to watch in any movie that is not named Iron Man 2. The first one was hell of a fun ride especially the delicious chemistry between the leads. This one has Prof.Moriarty and Mycroft Holmes in it. Sweeet. Stephen Fry is playing Mycroft, Sherlock's older brother.<br /><br />Trivia: Stephen Fry & Hugh Laurie were quite a comedy duo in the UK. Laurie's House is kind of like Sherlock Holmes in a hospital and there were plans to have Fry in a guest role as his more intelligent but unmotivated older brother ala Mycroft but that did not work out. Anyway he gets to play the actual Mycroft in :GoS<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2) Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKVp3tlBOhoZs_u27bzyGqjwDI8wSaBXYG1n3rG4d9Fo4Qo9idJotnAXlnPV8igpNaRXwG6imtl99kcVo_TMEXltTUo-3XbELEEQvsdaiRj1tiUUcAG3TE5WYMTF6eM5yhl_bP2bfAl0/s1600/cruisemission.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKVp3tlBOhoZs_u27bzyGqjwDI8wSaBXYG1n3rG4d9Fo4Qo9idJotnAXlnPV8igpNaRXwG6imtl99kcVo_TMEXltTUo-3XbELEEQvsdaiRj1tiUUcAG3TE5WYMTF6eM5yhl_bP2bfAl0/s320/cruisemission.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453147224744562" border="0" /></a><br />I like the MI series primarily because each of them has a different taste to it. The first one was very classy, exactly the kind of spy-on-the-run kinda movie I like. The second one sucked. The third was a thrill ride. While the 3rd one was being planned they actually had David Fincher on board with Kenneth Branagh, Carrie Ann Moss and Scarlett Johansen. It was about organ trading in Africa. Would have loved for that to happen. Anyway the new one has Anil Kapoor in it. Yay!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3) X-men: First Class</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9I2Ur5bF8AGqqfMWLjoPvr3uUjWtf1otMjU0N5JjgMa-JwMOi8c9puw0B4ZYgDTiwv9QaA3LsWLwb_bOCFaGZ2RLTQihvwpLrvTudutcsXXWE7hmhyphenhyphenAfzMrS1CpvEeKTgzXTsHm1AZE/s1600/X-Men-First-Class-x-men-the-movie-19227538-610-407.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9I2Ur5bF8AGqqfMWLjoPvr3uUjWtf1otMjU0N5JjgMa-JwMOi8c9puw0B4ZYgDTiwv9QaA3LsWLwb_bOCFaGZ2RLTQihvwpLrvTudutcsXXWE7hmhyphenhyphenAfzMrS1CpvEeKTgzXTsHm1AZE/s320/X-Men-First-Class-x-men-the-movie-19227538-610-407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453523568353970" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, technically the First class had Iceman, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Angel and Beast. But the movie only has Beast as part of the original lineup. I have several issues with the X-men trilogy, more so on the criminal under-use of several important mutants. But I am all aboard for this one.<br /><br />The trailer was great, the cast is amazing and its directed by Matthew Vaughn who directed the kickass Kick-Ass. See what I did there? I used kickass as an adjective and a noun. Yes, I am awesome that way.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4) Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara aka Running with the Bulls</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAuxaDGOXJZzhpI8RFVjKY97fs_jddsA2hdL7v7UBqmc9Gv4qj7SyDPvTFCD2fZEDBPMFuTfy2h-Q32zgiEMjPu6-ud-0_Wyb3kIJYoaTrC9dPiLwn8CZdUM_5dCokjCF4YndXdjXgW8/s1600/Zindagi+Na+Milegi+Dobara+Exclusive+First+Look+-+inditop.com.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAuxaDGOXJZzhpI8RFVjKY97fs_jddsA2hdL7v7UBqmc9Gv4qj7SyDPvTFCD2fZEDBPMFuTfy2h-Q32zgiEMjPu6-ud-0_Wyb3kIJYoaTrC9dPiLwn8CZdUM_5dCokjCF4YndXdjXgW8/s320/Zindagi+Na+Milegi+Dobara+Exclusive+First+Look+-+inditop.com.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453685147626930" border="0" /></a><br />Hrithik Roshan, Abhay Deol and Farhan Akhtar in one movie!! Directed by the lady who brought us a modern day classic in the form of "Luck By Chance" - Zoya Akhtar. I am soo there. Apparently they wanted Ranbir and Imran alongside Hrithik but they refused. Their loss. I have said it before and I will say it again. The Akhtar family is the most genuinely talented family in Bollywood. They are so good they radiate talent. I am sure their Gardeners and Cooks are Horticultural and Culinary geniuses just because of their physical proximity to the Akhtars.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5) Ra.one/ Don 2</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym-89UBG7AQBCH5Dn_IczLRiqqhA3r-Q0eY1ISDEwPOAMMxmhxybUkdhurIcUcmqIZpwwW_0uitVWeeckceL-BveXpNWZ21B5usK9ZMbgxolG7NbKrPZkqCVAXClYJHBwqC-BMPF22Qw/s1600/cr_mega_413_don2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym-89UBG7AQBCH5Dn_IczLRiqqhA3r-Q0eY1ISDEwPOAMMxmhxybUkdhurIcUcmqIZpwwW_0uitVWeeckceL-BveXpNWZ21B5usK9ZMbgxolG7NbKrPZkqCVAXClYJHBwqC-BMPF22Qw/s320/cr_mega_413_don2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453146243431698" border="0" /></a><br />All that has me rooting for these two movies is just the photos that have been released. I really think these 2 films could be fun. My curiosity is definitely piqued. WHile I was not a big fan of the Don remake (though a big fan of AB's Don) I am very interested to know where this is going. Random Access ONE aka Ra.One is directed by an awful director. Anubhav Sinha did Cash and Kites. But the one sheet has me really really intrigued.<br /><br />"Cash meri aankhon main, cash meri baahon main... "<br /><br />Bet you will have the song stuck in your head all day now.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6) My Idiot Brother/Wanderlust/Bridesmaids/Bad Teacher</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DFUtK6R8bLXzZX_D28_UQGmox49K988FNxWdF_30fIlwI6JRGRxENMJsKXg1IhvhJC5bNWNYa5oaYSIVJfDM45BwX33_kefYc4B1ts65yQ-0b7GDhEN4O41XoP7H_socXg60h5MC8WQ/s1600/Paul-Rudd-My-Idiot-Brother-movie-image-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DFUtK6R8bLXzZX_D28_UQGmox49K988FNxWdF_30fIlwI6JRGRxENMJsKXg1IhvhJC5bNWNYa5oaYSIVJfDM45BwX33_kefYc4B1ts65yQ-0b7GDhEN4O41XoP7H_socXg60h5MC8WQ/s320/Paul-Rudd-My-Idiot-Brother-movie-image-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453510644226562" border="0" /></a><br />2010 was a slow year for the Apatow Camp, with only Get him to the Greek coming out. This year we have a Trifecta plus one. I dont think My Idiot Brother has anything to with Judd Apatow, but by the "Apatow Camp" I mean any films he produces/directs or those which star the posse of actors who he made famous. For eg , I Love You, Man is a movie from the "Apatow Camp" even though Judd Apatow or his beard had nothing to do with it. Bridesmaids and MIB have been really well received at festivals and I know Wanderlust cant be bad. I know that! KNOW IT! Also, go watch the hilarious Bad Teacher trailer if you haven't.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">7) Scream 4</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFRK1KsquHYxV829n7e6TDN3ph4IQwws1-vyVxHtEjX7sSV65MKODYaVq9ZW8bOI_Ghvk2TTXIfOdscS3AU9wdaYjqXbL6XEVscV32zJPJFxRuaa1A5KcHOnWWgV8ApHGSoU7PyS4l1g/s1600/Scream4Pic2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFRK1KsquHYxV829n7e6TDN3ph4IQwws1-vyVxHtEjX7sSV65MKODYaVq9ZW8bOI_Ghvk2TTXIfOdscS3AU9wdaYjqXbL6XEVscV32zJPJFxRuaa1A5KcHOnWWgV8ApHGSoU7PyS4l1g/s320/Scream4Pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453512023062146" border="0" /></a><br />The Scream trilogy was a lot of fun, Randy the movie nerd was such an awesome character. Although there wasn't any actual need for a fourth movie, the trailer was fun, all the old players are back and there's a whole new addition of PYTs who get "gut like a fish". And hey it would be great to hear "Hello Sydney" in Ghostface's voice on the big screen.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8) Sucker punch</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtWNkHJbDYKSa867vC1slk7P14hhBUewsxELNBMlRHo24NLq0EydflQS6TrMLdxrJPhmESUI7N0x0vA49klerkpNZPG2G9zEPRMo-2UacCXHumKloFzWtOQYEANoGVek4gDELfK9_aS8/s1600/sucker-punch-500px.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtWNkHJbDYKSa867vC1slk7P14hhBUewsxELNBMlRHo24NLq0EydflQS6TrMLdxrJPhmESUI7N0x0vA49klerkpNZPG2G9zEPRMo-2UacCXHumKloFzWtOQYEANoGVek4gDELfK9_aS8/s320/sucker-punch-500px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453523143929458" border="0" /></a><br />The trailer looks like a Rock-your-pants-rollicking-good time. Coming off from 300 and Watchmen , I would follow Mr.Snyder to the ends of the world. Well he is working on the next Superman which I am willing to bet a $1000 bucks is going to be absofrigginlutely amazing. But I still cant get my head around the silly looking and silly titled owl movie he did. You know, The legend of the Guardians: the Owls of Ga-hoole. The movie looks stupid but its got some solid reviews. Gotto watch it some time. Even though it looks silly. OK, I already said that.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt II</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEqbLEWVfNsHJIycYLjQIci6paL7DGi0cjzqPVGlNzNM4iDlDav4Fgb_vkv51-ONcREaieXvDGPZrEnoXkGWrE6D3W-uyu_NodeRtn-uBFXWXsYKTkDqK9mPrjHG3YkXtJ2p5ZWAzm3Y/s1600/deathly-hallows-harry-potter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEqbLEWVfNsHJIycYLjQIci6paL7DGi0cjzqPVGlNzNM4iDlDav4Fgb_vkv51-ONcREaieXvDGPZrEnoXkGWrE6D3W-uyu_NodeRtn-uBFXWXsYKTkDqK9mPrjHG3YkXtJ2p5ZWAzm3Y/s320/deathly-hallows-harry-potter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453156153929106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If DH Pt I was the Beginning of the end. I guess this is the End of the End. Though the "Book is always better than the movie" rule holds true, I have found myself rather enjoying them ever since Voldemort attained a corporeal form. The half blood prince and DH PtI I really liked and more so because of how well the lovely friendship between Hermoine and Harry was portrayed. The scene in DH Pt1 when Ron's run off and they are all alone in the tent with no idea what to do, Harry puts on some music and they slow dance. Makes me go "Awwww". Bring DH Pt II on. I am all for it.<br /><br />NOTE to the Universe: I don't ever say "Awwww" in real life. If I have and can't recall it, I would go back in time and slap my face just before I were to say it.<br /><br />NOTE 2: "O, Children" By Nick Cave is the song, they dance to<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10) Agent Vinod</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlyhAr8SBpdpxQNE4iNskIa1tBomdTxi9chFqTq82nu9l1S6DLYmpITwj4G0JLGVz9v6KEMKEk9atT9tZxtNARcA2kYD-MtKJZOeCfH5cUXN_u2amjyIs9yyFb9bHCXzWaEXpD7oqfCY/s1600/220360%252Cxcitefun-saif-agent-vinod.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlyhAr8SBpdpxQNE4iNskIa1tBomdTxi9chFqTq82nu9l1S6DLYmpITwj4G0JLGVz9v6KEMKEk9atT9tZxtNARcA2kYD-MtKJZOeCfH5cUXN_u2amjyIs9yyFb9bHCXzWaEXpD7oqfCY/s320/220360%252Cxcitefun-saif-agent-vinod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585452813256184306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Return of Sriram Raghavan. After directing gems like Ek Hasina thi and Johnny Gaddar, where did he run off to? This has been in the making for a long long time. But its here, Finally. And i just love the movie title. Its simple yet intriguing.<br /><br />I think Sriram is an awesome name, one that only Tmaizhans and Gultis seem to propogate.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11) The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXniZD-jJ_giQV7_0wGn-c5XnF6ioihTb_urvWKI2vHq-ERtTBRafSULcxD5z5IFESZQKjby_lnG7n4E9g7GofLfPioBkEMq_wcFMlmUFRfMcNkz93c4VfJvptVHhqxsVsYEvhqwZCc0/s1600/dragon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXniZD-jJ_giQV7_0wGn-c5XnF6ioihTb_urvWKI2vHq-ERtTBRafSULcxD5z5IFESZQKjby_lnG7n4E9g7GofLfPioBkEMq_wcFMlmUFRfMcNkz93c4VfJvptVHhqxsVsYEvhqwZCc0/s320/dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453160780945826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />With The Departed and the Infernal Affairs, I faced the dilemma of which to watch first. Ultimately I went with The Departed followed by the IA trilogy but they were all awesome pieces of cinema and I didnt feel cheated. Now I face the same problem. Should I read the book, watch the Swedish movie or wait for Fincher's version. I guess I will wait for Hollywood. Being able to watch it on the big screen is definitely the motivation.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12)The Immortal</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kM-gCnM4MWm4IBMhhMe1VkJ4dm1DIQ1xoaMMKCUavwSxDo1Hx89T8D77WVlYFnMfd5aEBLw73GBtooDDrRg_GZiPmWr0lt3gcdPs_hYc6HEtadSxy-d_Ss43o3ly0JS9s0oAjK10ZTo/s1600/Immortals-set-photos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kM-gCnM4MWm4IBMhhMe1VkJ4dm1DIQ1xoaMMKCUavwSxDo1Hx89T8D77WVlYFnMfd5aEBLw73GBtooDDrRg_GZiPmWr0lt3gcdPs_hYc6HEtadSxy-d_Ss43o3ly0JS9s0oAjK10ZTo/s320/Immortals-set-photos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453168759788562" border="0" /></a><br />We don't know this now, but when the trailer for this film will finally release , I am sure facebook and the internet in general would be set on fire. It will be a visual masterpeice. Exquisite images transformed into moving pictures. Something only Tarsem Singh is capable of as seen in The Cell and The Fall. You could just watch the trailer for The Fall all day long and not get bored. That 2 minute cut contains more class and talent than half of what comes out of Hollywood. The only downside is The Immortal stars Frieda Pinto. But its got Rourke and the new superman as well.<br /><br /><br /><br />Also wanna watch: We bought a zoo, Contagion, Thor (Go Kenneth Branagh!), Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Premium Rush, Hangover 2, Super 8, The Sitter, The Big Year, Captain America,Larry Crowne, The Beaver (I am predicting an Oscar nod for Gibson)<br /><br />Intrigued: Green Lantern (the costume looks really silly and the trailer didn't do much for me) , Tower Heist, Fright Night, Now</div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-32466964011278505472011-03-13T16:47:00.004-04:002011-03-13T17:10:04.293-04:00How Good I am!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9IN354bfGVWOlzhwRxb5CS36LLD2VPjKQvSPdrVXCaY_7S4CYqUMZMzLM7fCqIwiersupWOMOfAz6Cv7be8dKlEWX58BFFKzlrzXwoe2wIhoTJ2HZiEUBC87cesUc9poshcl80dVmhU/s1600/2006100702280201.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9IN354bfGVWOlzhwRxb5CS36LLD2VPjKQvSPdrVXCaY_7S4CYqUMZMzLM7fCqIwiersupWOMOfAz6Cv7be8dKlEWX58BFFKzlrzXwoe2wIhoTJ2HZiEUBC87cesUc9poshcl80dVmhU/s320/2006100702280201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583674522552482210" /></a><br />Let me just tell you how good I am.<div><br /></div><div><ul><li>So I was just thinking to myself how good a director Sriram Raghavan is. Johnny Gaddar and Ek Hasina Thi are some of the best Bollywood movies of the last decade.</li><li>Then I think how good Ashwini Khalsekar was in Johnny Gaddar. She is the actress who played Inspector Asha in CID.</li><li>Then I realize the guy who played Ins. Daya was also in Johnny Gaddar.</li><li>And that Ins.Abhijeet was in Ek Hasina Thi as Saif Ali Khan's friend.</li><li>Ergo Sriram Raghavan definitely had something to do with CID. I run over to imdb and sure as hell, Herr Raghavan directed several episodes of CID.</li></ul><div>That's how good I am!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Should we expect ACP Pradyuman to show up in Agent Vinod</div><div><br /></div><div>If Bollywood were Hollywood we would have seen CID: The Movie long ago!</div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-21661974917319235092011-02-13T17:13:00.003-05:002011-02-13T17:16:55.432-05:00Ask and Thou shalt be answered<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1yV_TT5j7ug6wlvn8ZqFtFi7FPSkc-NYqR58gwq5wzTY4pUDi5KgXJFGvAJQF_Z48WuJX2yxPu9dZ9ELc3o_mVPN37qILC8QvV8HRvLm95YIT4BIoIAeNRw_FBH1kZjGPce2as1x1XA/s1600/insaaf-kaun-karega_photo-picture-gallery-1_640x480.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1yV_TT5j7ug6wlvn8ZqFtFi7FPSkc-NYqR58gwq5wzTY4pUDi5KgXJFGvAJQF_Z48WuJX2yxPu9dZ9ELc3o_mVPN37qILC8QvV8HRvLm95YIT4BIoIAeNRw_FBH1kZjGPce2as1x1XA/s320/insaaf-kaun-karega_photo-picture-gallery-1_640x480.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573301365761591282" /></a>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-55406609842279127392011-02-13T15:45:00.007-05:002011-02-13T17:00:14.022-05:00Dos Goals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjSm3BKQ3akCmlvyzxkG3K7LmPAs1sxeyAQ9cBHZdh38XXFp6DnEcnl3kJx3r6RDbt8bz-gzbuAJjczgISxGLZqG_aUJx9YbFmESGwqWK45YB61-8VTjR6KkwooHXUo_X9-C4lx9wHTE/s1600/evil_laugh1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjSm3BKQ3akCmlvyzxkG3K7LmPAs1sxeyAQ9cBHZdh38XXFp6DnEcnl3kJx3r6RDbt8bz-gzbuAJjczgISxGLZqG_aUJx9YbFmESGwqWK45YB61-8VTjR6KkwooHXUo_X9-C4lx9wHTE/s320/evil_laugh1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573290256601538722" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have two goals in life. Well I have many goals, many missions and achievements to make before them, but at the very end, it is these two goals that will eclipse the others because of their scale and repercussions. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> The first is at the same time noble, vain, naive, ambitious and impressive. The second is just narcissistic, vain and laughable and somebody should slap me for being so ignorant. The first one first, naturally. I want to build a city. A city on the western coast of India, somewhere between Kerala and Karnataka, for their lush green forests, but closer to Karnataka for the western ghats. We will call it Indraprastha. Now there is already a suburb of Delhi that's called Indraprastha, but when we (I, my billionaire buddies (who meet every weekend for a game of squash) and a conglomerate of MNCs) are done with the city it will be The Indraprastha. Now what we will do is build a city with an artificial history. The beaches will be littered with unfinished mammoth sculptures, The forests with dilapidated ruins of temples and palaces. The city itself will be built part old world style and part skyscrapers and all that. There will be cobbled streets winding through narrow lanes amidst old havelis and villas. And there will be eurpoean style squares. Roundabouts, lots of them. Statues. And I can't emphasize the statues enough. There will be one at every junction telling the story of the ancient king Sanghamitra who ruled over Indraprastha, statues from the indian independence movement, famous Indian and world authors, religious figures , The world's largest standing and sleeping buddha, A statue of Christ that will dwarf the Redeemer, and of course The largest Arjuna-Krishna- crisis of conscience in the middle of Kurukshetra statue. Also a huge central park-ish park filled with references to the greatest and most beloved movies of all time. And of course there will be the mystery trail ala Davinci Code that runs through the city and with clues embedded everywhere. Aquarium with singapore style shows. Done. World class transit system - Done. Can you say LEED certified city?- Done. A huge SEZ around the city to bring in people.The world's largest renewable energy plants. Double done.We will even import Chinese, Polish and Jamaican people to develop encalves in the city to add an intl character to it. And imagine all this in India.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Second one. When AXN first came out in India, they would show all these movies at 1pm weekdays that would have decent production values but no known actors. It was only later that I realized most of these were Direct to Video flicks or Canadian and Australian films. Now I remember 2 of them that had plotlines set in the near future in which the hero is on the run from the authority for various reasons only to realize in the end that he was cloned/ pulled from time to act as a vessel for an old rich man who wants to transfer his soul into the Hero's body. Freejack with Emilio Estevez and Mick Jagger was actually one of the better ones and I think I saw it on Star movies. Anyway, that's my second goal in life. I want to be immortal. There I said it. Its the saddest thing in the world that we age, wrinkle, whither and die. Laugh all you want, but I actually think it could happen. The Feb 21 Time magazine cover story proclaims 2045 to be the year when Man becomes immortal. Now I haven't read the story yet, but I am guessing its something like Freejack. Now either you could clone a human vessel for you to transfer into or you could build an android and transfer your essence into it. Or we find out how to turn off the aging button in our bodies. If everyone starts doing it I guess that means the end of human reproduction since no one is dying anymore , and if people keeping on making babies, you are going to have very crowded planet . So everyone accepts that or we decide to populate other planets and moons. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I saw some movie that said humans appreciate life more because we know how ethereal it is. I see myself as more of a Angel/Wolverine-type living through the ages until I get tired of it and disconnect the cord kind of guy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's it. Those are my two primary-have to do it before I die goals in life. Oh, Not dying is the second one.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trivia:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Has anyone heard of the Gladiator 2 script that was commissioned by Russel Crowe. It had the Maximus character being resurrected by Roman gods as an immortal and we see him live through humainties biggest events. The film ends with him facing off a gorde of alien ships in a robot suit. The script was written by Nick Cave, the Aussie singer, and it supposedly it works very well as a tragedy about one man's loneliness.</div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-7695084930335563592011-01-30T16:37:00.006-05:002011-01-30T17:16:16.677-05:0010 Movies that need to be made in India<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Now we can all agree that there is a lot that the Indian film industry can do in terms of improving its content, quality, world image .. a lot of things. Coming as we do from a country with such richness and diversity we cannot deny that there are millions of stories tumulting within our borders and our consciousness. I have put down a list of 10 movies that are essentially Indian tales that need to be told not only because they are deeply rooted in our culture but because they are in many ways a criminal under-use of our right to freedom of expression. History textbooks are nothing but propoganda machine. I for did not know that the Kashmir as we were shown in textbooks and maps only existed in 1947. Everyone goes about the Godhra riots and massacres and how the BJP is a communal force, but what about the 1984 riots and how the congress leaders were carrying out systematic lynching of Sikhs in the capital. No one accuses the Congress of being communalist , do they? (I am a congress voter btw). There is a genuine need to inform and educate. There is so much we do not know.And why is there no biopics or historical fiction being produced in India. Enough with alternate takes on the Mahabharata and Ramayana. The Indian Independence movement should fill the niche of WWII films in India. Lets not look at the past only, why not have fictional representation of India in the future (which is not called Love Story 5050). I was really exited about Shekhar Kapur's Paani set in a India with dire water shortage and how that had changed the political landscape, but that got stalled. Ok , so if I was a director or a Writer, the following 10 movies are what I would I make, or at least I would very much like someone to make films like these:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Sanjay </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wNXIfQ-MiK42RueUet8VYA8Vire4_Jz1Mt3NpksD2ex-dcCout9DG8k7D_BlSVNIzB0BJexdE61eD5VkeNovo0yRIqE0CoPHTNmmVBSY-5GET1y3BAjwH_H8JPqkw9pK99gRkZI_ZIE/s320/_1647083_sanjayap300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568102883729176546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 180px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>A biopic of Sanjay Gandhi. How different would India be had he survived past the 80s. His positioning as Indira's Heir. The conspiracy theories behind his death. His infamous "nasbandhi" vans. Maneka Gandhi and her fallout with Indira. You know who is perfect to play the role? Faroukh Sheikh. If they had made this in 1985</div><div><br /></div><div>2) 1857</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLrEEZsEq5t5Z3w4LE-9dFf1l0MoFjNFFLZEFaGsFDeFCTAA_IaXyxC0sS8j5Vk2OKAidkmq_7oLN9McG6L9iJo_qFn5TpDjktQclN6SIJwnRITW9dnQ_yk0RaXN9-D3gBOwWQlDxllM/s320/1857rare01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568102888409755698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>This should be a three parter or at least 2 films just because of the volume of tales to be told. How people from different parts of India banded together to put Zafar back on the throne and revive the Mughal empire. For a while the dream seemed possible, and then it was so sadly squashed by the Company whose soldiers were all Indians too. Let's show the whole truth and not be squeemish on details. Like how Mangal pandey is not quite the hero he is shown to be, how there some mutineers who raped English women, the massacres of the mutineers that followed and how Zafar was exiled to rangoon, but not before being presented with the heads of his children on a platter. </div><div><br /></div><div>3) Nehru</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9SednHqXcxYx7DmsdUCUts2dvdJx6k_aT7Qi-UKU_acOJaR9AblB8hqS4ROjFiiHEcMTMWLbWpgtHZN1bohh5zswmgVHFcUPqXuOBhCcl6HSi5N3HAVGUONIImnR9RzF3LgR3ULm8wE/s320/nehru-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103279740282322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>The true heir of Gandhi.The man credited for keeping India together. The man who according to Ramachandra Guha , was the leader that a diverse loosely cohesive nascent state needed to survive, without whom we would have disbanded into independant states and monarchies. There was a Hollywood movie being made about his love affair with Edwina Mountbatten but which is now on the backburner, partly I hear due to objections by the Indian Government. The NAM, shimla pact and of course his daughter.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) Bharat 2100 AD</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCoaldYu03hEgCBBcTSeSZ00OFDbqeTWTQftJKCDxNyzpzRrME4ajRv33Ax5PzzEIXcUEKFsPor6DnP9j9zISDlV0wjTXsYxaf1gIrQc_C_3mhOzbBQJrq7l7NXr7rciDWMsZK3nhyi4/s320/bladerunner460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568102892359509458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>A future where ,the fall of the western civilization has led to the sanskritization of India. A blade runner like dystopic future, where technology coexists with vedic texts and dhotis. And it rains all the time. And we follow a cop (kotwal/subedar/senapati?) as he tries to hunt down a serial killer who has delusions tat he is Arjuna from the Mahabharata and has visions of Krishna asking him to kill in the name of dharma. Formulaic?? But you have to admit you have never seen this landscape and setting on screen. </div><div><br /></div><div>5) The Four deaths of the Mahatma aka Who killed the Mahatama</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JbWkTf2RYZmgVhui3oSnhS4xP2SnvPl7sZluCk1jCrOZdV4smIK0q6FkloVqKS4aCn2sLCYWugxP0ck_-ts5lI-AYG9OdekKWyZuSXt3kKjBu2eDg1DljNb-jKhhOSCIeBDThOWQKD0/s320/gandhi_dead_body_20040823.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103271594478306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Tushar Gandhi wrote a book on the several assassination attempts on the Mahatma. one of them was by Godse himself. Gandhiji had a talk with him when after the failed attempt he was caught but could not take away the hatred in his heart. He eventually succeeded. The place where it happened is actually walking distance from my place in Delhi. </div><div><br /></div><div>6) Emergency</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJa-qrnQutAsLuymhO_MmBq_FbLZbUD6t7_t2_LScI_LpmuLf98RxVaHhjU-cmosul6MwZd27g8q1I3er8u4FaIX2X77jwtmEJNksZQ-QNi7zDiffdKHWdWz8jh8YlHNY10RvQCtZL6Y/s320/d9ebbbed92a799c4c959aa0142ff694bL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568102907122535890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Maybe just make a miniseries on the entire Gandhi clan and be done with it, but this iconic dynasty is undeniably the true first family of India and filled with interesting characters. Indira Gandhi's rule will forever be remembered for the dark period our country went through. The players who engineered the fall of democracy and the people who fought back, the extrajudical killings and the people who disappeared. These are tales that need to told.</div><div><br /></div><div>7) Khalistan</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgkio_XhRd44wnorz-ZYSEPDfE8QwCLmzImmKL9TNlpi7O2ubxQC_VFLAWkjcWUjtyiS9QQSVAr1cgy66w__C8xK3mgm5-0TUP0aSnUT7zz-hrxFRSDU5j2m8FN_ykGpq9WnckcEEAvU/s320/in-khali.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103273868906034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Before Kashmir, there was Khalistan. The first truly violent Secessionist movement of India. The golden temple attack, Indira's assassination and the 1984 riots. Sad times for the country. </div><div><br /></div><div>8) Lal Salaam</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy3bC0leResZdzApYM10nWxB7z4-LdLgJnL8rPkGHAYr6qNX2t5ckkrInfgqSNoon4q0zcdy33HFKho0mbiWadSSdz4p48zwOnvPX9brhazq0Cevzp0i1q6yfZnd4CcetcWbohPnh8s3E/s320/Nepal+Maoist+flags.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103282227788226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>The story of a youth who runs away and joins a Maoist group and the rise and fall of the group through his eyes. There are no good guys. Only people with agendas.</div><div><br /></div><div>9) Nagaland Noir</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkywOTMuPhRrxaehPwnr7jAD1WtSPpQ0JI3llboLWACjwJ2aXexO_YZHmbbAvb9eJkN2-belpgqop97fTdFYoNqfPa6c64R1H6DFcwkmp7LcWwMCOdRQi0rzFsTn2hDzqo3nlSAkDvRA/s320/film_noir.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568103271539222610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>A movie set completely in the North East. A 40ish private eye sleepwalks through his life in a small town near Kohima until the death of a girl throws him into the middle of the timber mafia and the ULFA. Is that Noir enough for you? I would totally see this movie. Why do we forget that these states are a part of us. The day when we incorporate them into our popular culture is that day we have arrived as a united and inclusive nation.</div><div><br /></div><div>10) Ayodhya</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBBm0N3PGpFpO9Pz5bUrJVi6nXbdXgOwQ9iUeN45Z6gzzBsglyNkVRbmK70NNdUIsFkkoWp44g4UuVHsa0fh68JE63lsxbHV2kUsi3AOPpUIcH_n6rb16ALuYKd0q_sNVWugY7mytaVE/s320/BM2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568102903238945538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>The incident that brought shame to our nation, our democracy and our so called secularity. How the government stood around while "activists" defiled a place of worship.</div><div><br /></div><div>Did you know:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Jinnah , the creator of an entire nation has no direct Pakistani descendents. His direct descendents are all Indians. How? because his only daughter married an Indian industrialist from the Wadia family, owner's of Bombay Dyeing. Preity Zinta's ex Ness Wadia is Jinnah's great grandson.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) Edwina Mountbatten wished to be buried at sea and Nehru sent two indian naval ships to accompany her body </div><div><br /></div><div>3) Lord Mountbatten was assassinated by the IRA.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) So so sad : <a href="http://www.ahrchk.net/pub/pdf/mof.pdf">http://www.ahrchk.net/pub/pdf/mof.pdf</a></div><div><br /></div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-3209756462435623472011-01-22T17:19:00.000-05:002011-01-22T17:20:06.062-05:00Best Casting ever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHPyHeq4ip0yjHF9EDXrAC9iu5_ofkLlzNpPtHZjoTNCtl35ZcwOWJgHqVJdRpg_jXJo7y05s01YiItYw4F56ygYiicnm6siJK4XJsAZLLm2L5xOEd7UPZz-qU0WOKciCtr0XItviIfw/s1600/FriSep171810482010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHPyHeq4ip0yjHF9EDXrAC9iu5_ofkLlzNpPtHZjoTNCtl35ZcwOWJgHqVJdRpg_jXJo7y05s01YiItYw4F56ygYiicnm6siJK4XJsAZLLm2L5xOEd7UPZz-qU0WOKciCtr0XItviIfw/s320/FriSep171810482010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565138456299761874" /></a>Sacha Baron Cohen playing Freddy Mercury in a biopic.Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-13439325622952168262010-12-14T15:36:00.004-05:002010-12-14T15:42:36.434-05:00Suspiciously SimilarNow I am no one to pass judgment on James L. Brooks' new movie, but How Do You Know has almost identical protagonists to his spectacular 1987 film Broadcast News. Same dogs, new tricks?? I will find out this evening, I have a free pass!!<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKz4LDOKessOJeVlKQ_CGpktAa8L1ipH8Ew8-sFNv0V5cjAFpc8PwgZG_JyLyeTCibyGF7R_GcFNHoiW70K-PpZlGyEv8IQa0fG0R91RWmfkWoJ2EOFM1wakm_33Fz_7JuSAJxM1WE7m4/s1600/bc+hdyk.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKz4LDOKessOJeVlKQ_CGpktAa8L1ipH8Ew8-sFNv0V5cjAFpc8PwgZG_JyLyeTCibyGF7R_GcFNHoiW70K-PpZlGyEv8IQa0fG0R91RWmfkWoJ2EOFM1wakm_33Fz_7JuSAJxM1WE7m4/s320/bc+hdyk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639906492046610" border="0" /></a><br />Heck, Nicholson is wearing the exact same coat, can you believe it??Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-32139353035908490902010-11-30T18:40:00.006-05:002010-11-30T19:42:04.145-05:00A Most Fitting Anology<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAR_ad2QNsmNoRwPfvRfirN8GsTFKg5rEkvAb9wIaI8q8UgBcbLEV0zGEe7R3xYEa69QmqbbbosbybX7AaebCxo6Qt60D3UMSC7VuIqjc353ScTOJByRGb0nSFha_B__0jWIPVwjRyTK4/s1600/Jinnah.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HpgFtej3Oed9_VE1BfrIISVhUw5Wb6nacun9qTkiwSmVSMSnsWRAukbcTSgqgN_qfT2NRYw7AEZ_pA6xOyT-vIprit3zoEQRcoSmkKBxyBQWbE7n-LNi_OkC6yJES9tIjktCyIHWfA8/s1600/gndi.jpg"></a>Here I was sitting in my office pondering over this and that, you know world stuff, and then it hit me. It was a most startling thought but the more i thought it over the more befitting it seemed.<div><br /> <div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">GANDHI IS PROFESSOR X!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HpgFtej3Oed9_VE1BfrIISVhUw5Wb6nacun9qTkiwSmVSMSnsWRAukbcTSgqgN_qfT2NRYw7AEZ_pA6xOyT-vIprit3zoEQRcoSmkKBxyBQWbE7n-LNi_OkC6yJES9tIjktCyIHWfA8/s320/gndi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545497121585162722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And if that weren't enough check this out</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAR_ad2QNsmNoRwPfvRfirN8GsTFKg5rEkvAb9wIaI8q8UgBcbLEV0zGEe7R3xYEa69QmqbbbosbybX7AaebCxo6Qt60D3UMSC7VuIqjc353ScTOJByRGb0nSFha_B__0jWIPVwjRyTK4/s320/Jinnah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545497870835911938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span>JINNAH IS MAGNETO</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div>Don't you see the physical resemblance? The similarity of thought? </div><div><br /></div><div>Think about it, All encompasing, tolerant, inclusive and kind - Gandhi</div><div>Cynical, someone who once fought the good fight but now has turned to darker school of thought,- Jinnah</div><div><br /></div><div>Should I inform some government agency? Are there any forms that I need to fill out to have this acknowledged by the National Archives of India? Do I need to let Bryan Singer know? There has to be some forms, rt?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Guess that Makes India the X-men and Pakistan the Brotherhood of the Mutants.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-59661349644066605612010-11-21T01:32:00.013-05:002011-01-23T15:50:33.234-05:0010 movies that rocked my world ' 2010<div style="text-align: left;">I am a hunter. Every weekend I step out of the house in a hunt for good movies. Movies to add to this very list. A recollection of the years best and most memorable.This year, I saw a total of 132 movies (Yes, I kept track) 65 at home and 67 in the theater of which 7 were free. Most were mediocre and unmemorable, some memorable for the wrong reasons and some will go into my all time fav list. Without much delay , I present to you 2010:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Guzaarish</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76gke28d5_OP7HsZUCQQS_888uIuWJlXdS6Hq5hBQd7XKBmkOy1O8qVIxKuCKav1ELUoXGchdDslrmGt5JvnO8ZjJhs9E-AkPcxcaTnAJiEF52tTqYPmD4uE8YmIUuLuAC8Df2R8LWBM/s320/hrithik+guzarish+wallpapers1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482940073238546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I would call the movie near perfect. there were a couple of minute details that popped now and then and felt incongruous, but nothing that could distract me so much as to take anything away from the experience. Hrithik better win some awards for this one. Loved his acting and dialogues. His character was genuinely funny, with some really good one liners. I have actually never seen a complete SLB movie before, but this one I loved. Aishwarya dancing to Udi was a sheer cinematic enthralling experience. Similarily Tera Zikr hai was a pleasure to watch</div><div><br /></div><div>2) Toy Story 3</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5LXDlr0qn_wHbHiWJXxDz47pSO3sP022b_2MqDhMds1L_69sevJ6mQvTB2iPdlZNTk3C3hV4t0o5Fl-DminPuHl3itUZOkQuTqQj-bdwbu3AHivd-BReBE7f7PSs2CyihStsajPu_X8/s320/toy-story-3_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565483259411816658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>My second fav movie of the year. Like all Pixar films its a heartfelt story with an adventure thrown in for good measure and a plethora of beloved characters. Oh man that scene with the incinerator. I really thought this was it. I nearly teared up. Nearly. There were people crying all over the theater. Not me .. :).</div><div><br /></div><div>3) I Saw the Devil</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1ocLX4FV4LYcaoU0dMQ3u-DMxUqCPqKxHuS9wPjL9Isz8bC-NvQVSK9ucAeRYk0BRP81ocKXHTF9wcKgaDn9Bkm9rRrOOa5gYS5xsEo-nKxemNBaCo8JGP9IE53pv2krJGt6HVPVSBQ/s320/I_Saw_The_Devil_preview.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482941074770066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>This movie shows you in detail what happens when one Badass Motorfinger meets an equally Badass Motorfinger. If I had not seen any other movie this year, but just this one, I would have still have been happy. It blew me away. Best film of the year. Man, the Koreans are so so good. How is India ever gonna catchup??</div><div><br /></div><div>4) The Ghost Writer</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ingbYvXrXZGA0uHcROW3WViS6tZucQOzz-sbfq8B-naqHYOP7OSMttsLtGxQg0OnsEBxlSIoGCOJWL4-eqQDsCbkt_PRHKC99Y7Kgwr6aN_aa6_qDY1BmrzMSf8FNv4XxRmgz4jePdw/s320/Ghost_Writer_poster_header.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482618004165890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>People wont work with Mel Gibson cause of his anti-semitic rants, but no one says anything about Polanski. Still, if you can separate the man from the art, then watch this movie. One of the best thrillers of the year with a spectacular cast and an amazing atmosphere. </div><div><br /></div><div>5)The Next Three days </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQFVcUZWkGENg7ELjvXj27Ggoe7HVZj9iBZF7n5tpyGUO9fEmEbh5jPMxVgqEbyyTOfcuVRdf9IEihLA-VehKcaToXdL7N40HtGRCfjKqAJdXkdVy0dT2Q6exCWnQq52N_We62ffNVg4/s320/the_next_three_days.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565485302840518050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>No love for this movie from anywhere in the media. I thought it was a spectacular combination of drama and edge of your seat thrills. The entire second half had me holding on by the seat of my pants. Russell Crowe is amazing as always and nice to see Elizabeth Banks in a serious role.</div><div><br /></div><div>6) Watchmen</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNokHRfUQbQz6RZSZdCsDbaHPcth0eu4Jn9_LzubGbYsNIMPjq7Pw2XVUOf4c1eycySs9yqvMLUdMw92XkBUnpFl4tSIjkP4ub7-Bnf94jS8Evy4ARRjF-yn0PHf04qAPhVkCFMxN9r2A/s320/watchmen_EWrorschach-thumb-550x412-12361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565483262525988898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Rorschach's journal : 20 Jan 2011. Is the movie too long, you will ask and I whisper "No". What an exhibition of sheer talent by Zack Snyder. Even though its a long movie I was taut with attention throughout. Rorschach is a complete badass. The opening scenes set to "The times they are a changing" was genius . His monologue at the beginning is so well crafted. I think Mr.Snyder is a great choice for the Superman reboot. Can't wait for it. </div><div><br /></div><div>"None of you seem to understand. I am not locked in here with you, You are locked in here with me"</div><div><br /></div><div>7)Election/About Schmidt</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgvaCc3N6XEiPcTOJNoxH2IVuYZ7X_kxmC8GTyydVhyphenhyphenJK8m3HzJ3-ZEFRuHysWQJCT4y4atksCoNawJfIQy8s_COJcJGs4KTTk94UnimazXrDgoOB-JpdT-8XEXfNI4sisBGyevok0tc/s320/AboutSchmidt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482607025594114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Alexander Payne is a genius. With biting humor , his near dark comedies are a ton of fun, filled with flawed yet lovable characters, you can't help be pulled in. I saw this double whammy from the director and had so much fun. Nicholson was amazing as Schmidt and the scene where he tries to seduce a married woman, his return to the house where he was born - stellar. Election maybe Broderick's only other good movie after Ferris Bueller's Day Off. And thank you for introducing me to the music of Donovan.</div><div><br /></div><div>8) Broadcast News/Lost in America</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLnXPq5CWPx0aHlLC94JTqNfpmAZXd_oH229Oa52b6ym-PUjQF7ZNsWlE0ZSXFP7UPZ72xTJ1WtafAkEq8Gbgwq5CqA7CS1D48PxsJNPf_wI0HmSCOI3hGBiGGx3UaXGGCAqjNy-ulfk/s320/bobalbertbrookslostinamerica2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482610286954114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Both star Albert Brooks. My actor discovery of the year. I am trying to watch all his films now. Broadcast News - I love the fact that John Hurt's character knows that he is maybe not that smart and even though he is the unscrupulous of the lot he works hard at getting his career ahead. Lost in America is hilarious. A couple who drop out of society to travel across america but lose their savings in a night of manic gambling. Just the scene where Mr.Brooks explains his grand advertising campaign to the casino manager is worth it. </div><div><br /></div><div>9) Girlfight</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULW8QMy95Lmwte54Ztof722IcNkjDxLHOHnf6axdb6d_GAra4Z6mFBXOaAgVCPphyphenhyphenso-VfvH-WYtW3V5VniTt0p7s2yLi0iOePdrVHJoEuUeuxPzshSMxh3Gx3boZVi-ZvLTOAq-WvWU/s320/Girlfight-michelle-rodriguez-609344_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482622365195682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>A girl spars with her boyfriend in the ring at the climax. That's right, the hero and heroine, sparring, and the girl wins. There I gave away the movie. But it made for one of the must engrossing fights I have ever seen on the screen. Michelle Rodriguez always plays the tough chick and you can see where it all started. </div><div><br /></div><div>10) Superman Returns</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CIdAvi_JIgJDOsmu3mmMzwbYwj1Jm6FLrtItKTaAA69LXJxzfxKsQ82IFFQ8SJaozP7JAy2w1BFAugj0H1sLau41AoFLee_pifrTd3gwYmDM2BuFkl-ubZ9P55_wREpI3dK8Ndwt2kg/s320/superman_returns_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482945618277618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Bryan Singer's best movie perhaps. Brandon Routh fits the part to a T. Superman's return and subsequent scenes are filled with a beautiful poignancy. Lex Luthor remains more comedic than villainous , like in the comic books, Kevin Spacey is a delight to watch still. I would have loved to see the organic contimuation of this story, but I guess that's not happening. And the way Brandon Routh's career is going, it looks like he has been struck by the Superman curse too.</div><div><br /></div><div>11) The Fighter</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNFQlLJR6hCQxGYJxtYU7wNqZDd2ofT1UwnKpOM2dUUqYM1KC7ucPAAQBD2iYRp3dz12v8VjBjnYvfGYhzZ3s4YiS8QCEwNKR23w1UsU9-yqMFUNtaRbinPr2PajQ-5HPz3DljUasnFg/s320/the_fighter-535x383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482954818741634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>A very human tale of a boxing family. The Fighters, it should have been called. What is Bale doing to his body? Well, I am sure he will nab the Supporting Actor Oscar. But maybe Geoffrey Rush might steal it from him, for being in a typically Oscar bait movie- The King's Speech. I am guessing Matt Damon and Jeremy Renner may get nominated too. </div><div><br /></div><div>12) A-team</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyhpoLhhNql6vFPDj8ABw6mAkWmzHAU2mHUuJmn-n8d0CkmDhlfDtUZr_eCRud8bxcplFOOmxUB8PE5L-c0zDh0LBj-7r3IlscQuLFl9crLJIH8-S9O70ujXBkDCJcpg8JTOcRypypvA/s320/the_a_team01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482951567442754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>You have to go with it. That's the only way you are going to love this movie. They have a freaking tank escape a free fall by shooting its cannon towards the ground and use the recoil to lessen their fall. They know they are going overboard and they embrace the fact and that makes for a very fun action movie. I stood up and clapped at the end. I was smiling. You know why? Because I love it when a plan comes together!!</div><div><br /></div><div>13) True Grit</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherTCJXaqh6KUagi9HQw4tDJls5htGXQL_Q7g-6MJFE3Q-DE3B3xy46uhIQog5Vcuwo6p5Uo4ay8Xj5dGLXTxghXJwgHv-ojYv9lMvzGKZWtNP_1eQqzEU5xb8eB_TeQh0SJ8alQSFUdY/s320/Fire-520x346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565482614295286978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Hailee Stienfield is definitely a star of tomorrow. She holds up so well against giants like Jeff bridges and Matt Damon. Jeff Bridges is spectacular as always. Its hard to say that this is the second collaboration of Mr. Bridges with the Coen brothers, after the iconic "The Big Lebowski". And Matt Damon biting his tongue and speaking funny after that was a nice touch. A thrilling climax and loved Barry Pepper and Josh Brolin in their roles.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Also Ran: The American, , Scott Pilgrim Vs the World, Get him to the Greek, The Other Guys, Unthinkable, Youth in Revolt, Striker, Wall Street pt1,How to train your dragon, The year my voice broke, Kick Ass, Exorcist III, Black Swan, The Town, Hereafter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Abhorred: I hate luv Storys, the first five minutes of Housefull before I walked out to the adjacent screen to watch Badmaash Company, Alice in Wonderland, Little Fockers, Kites, TeesMaarKhan (save the Akshay Khanna scenes)</div><div><br /></div><div>Movie with the worst extras in the world: Rajneeti</div><div><br /></div><div>Leading ladies I fell in love with: Rebecca Hall - The Town, Kate Bosworth - Superman Returns, Natalie Portman - Black Swan</div><div><br /></div><div>Still haven't seen: Winter's bone, The King's Speech, Blue Valentine, Green Zone, Let me in and MacGruber</div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-55202855249897527822010-09-27T23:46:00.004-04:002010-09-28T00:35:51.818-04:00New Delhi, New Delhi<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You should see the revamped Delhi Airport. Looks just like any other international destination. But they need to do some work on the parking lot and the surrounding area. Its all debris and dust. I woke up at 5 in the morning to go for a walk, when the dawn was a good half hour away. By far, the morning is the best time to see the city. Early morning. When the light is not too harsh and the people aren't all up and about. You feel like its just you and the city. Like you own the whole of it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbg14MnsaWmu_mwt_5jVXq5GQn-XE8cXoCiZpZshge-EhLLQy16lCZPA_Ty0XwfzDc0DLMynA9A0qSN1CT6t9cC3IpmSzeBIIDv60axo6jo6Y3fAx0F2BFYy5F33_yEVK1ywOrdREIP0/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521814703086005282" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lodi Gardens is a 15th century park in New Delhi. There 5 or 6 tomb like structures called Gumbads around the park. It never ceases to amaze me all the wonderful pieces of history we have smack dab in the middle of the city. You see a lot of people out on a morning walk even some socialites and politicians with their bodyguards in tow. And there are dogs. Stray dogs which have clear marked territories around the city. Dogs which will stare at old people doing yoga or LOLing with as much curiosity as you might. Dogs which sometime start running along side some folks as if they were their owners. Some of them look khandani. Bastard children of rich dogs. And others just like the street they grew up on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">You have to walk by the swanky Khan Market to get here. My friend Samir has a house here, but he is away in Australia right now. Khan market is the 21st most expensive retail outlet in the world. There are markets in the ground floor and houses on the first. All the expatriates and the rich come here to hang out and shop. We used to go to Goel's to have Golguppay but they moved away. I remember Arun, Sam and I all got sick together after having Kathi rolls from the famous Khan Chacha's though Samir still maintains its not the rolls but something else.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdE3xOv_YyEbDxSQM1F-E9_vrDASjCrwFziLOEjNto1TGErU9BR9311n6RNE05gRCyv43vj5-nL4DpCT49hrprtiJbp-XyQ8veQ1H53uS7MyrzYOQITrf0HcfTuKuRZhWdHY2r9DI7AkU/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521813555229722898" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My brother asked me to go to Purani dilli with him to have breakfast at Karim's. The place is run by descendants of ShahJahan's court chefs. I have been there before and was underwhelmed. My brother was raving about the Nihari and Khameeri Roti. While it was definitely good, I found it to be more of a lunch thing than a breakfast. I am not too privy to eating meat in the morning but my scrawny brother went on to devour roti after roti and was grinning ear to ear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> "How can you eat so much meat in the morning"I asked my brother.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Thats what I am telling you, The Mughals were friggin awesome" he said.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My brother drives like a crazy person. So does everyone else in Delhi. Why did I not see this all these years. </div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-72821653203072093642010-09-19T19:40:00.004-04:002010-09-19T20:36:34.940-04:00If I had a Twitter account<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtD0pEbn0joeqSB4-OLvdPtOstR0-K30-wFhZW8o6-vXNX5qX_PoNG9WOJlBEPJOK0_6Jjsc-QlFHkYXG_Q8NR9b_-tEr-kWa1ULWDm3Hjltv3HkS_W29Z3NJV5x-piZlbAQA0dxNd8c/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtD0pEbn0joeqSB4-OLvdPtOstR0-K30-wFhZW8o6-vXNX5qX_PoNG9WOJlBEPJOK0_6Jjsc-QlFHkYXG_Q8NR9b_-tEr-kWa1ULWDm3Hjltv3HkS_W29Z3NJV5x-piZlbAQA0dxNd8c/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518787619903930482" /></a><br /><div>I am one of those who believe that Twitter accounts should only be operated by celebrities. People who actually have an audience that would be willing to know when they are in the shower and if they are clipping their nails right now. You and me, we should just stick to our Facebook and Gmail status updates. But if I were to have an account, it would be a nifty of getting some observations across which don't necessarily warrant a blog post. Here goes</div><div><br /></div>1) The biggest tragedy of my life is that I can't sing.<div><br /></div><div>2) Just got my clock radio working. No longer waiting in my car waiting for the NPR story to finish.</div><div><br /></div><div>3) @ <a href="http://twitter.com/pakcricketteam">Pakteam</a> : Shame shame puppy shame.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) Got stuck in the elevator, right after a screening of Devil. Creeeepy!!</div><div><br /></div><div>5) @ <a href="http://www.adamandtiffy.com/blog/if-by-rudyard-kipling">Kipling</a>: thats pretty much the definition of a Pompous self-righteous Asshole</div><div><br /></div><div>6) @<a href="http://twitter.com/u2_360tour">U2_360Tour</a> : Can't stop listening to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZfBR5G8FZ8">"And the ground beneath her feet"</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 1.3em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font: normal normal normal 18px/24px 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></h2>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721880609371347590.post-35200233063752781542010-08-12T00:20:00.004-04:002010-08-12T09:26:09.270-04:00What's in a name?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1w6ja_8wV7VAhlOQFSzK6F-EGM2mP1oq3LEPgtvKX4LKPQ5YGLTbi5JfAbWFU37AP62FjkuoI8sBp4I53tAaoz94rWdN09i-HgS1JVkkmfxIPeK4Titku1v9MFRfb5NA__rG89jclR8/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1w6ja_8wV7VAhlOQFSzK6F-EGM2mP1oq3LEPgtvKX4LKPQ5YGLTbi5JfAbWFU37AP62FjkuoI8sBp4I53tAaoz94rWdN09i-HgS1JVkkmfxIPeK4Titku1v9MFRfb5NA__rG89jclR8/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504383057379020530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have a very strange sounding and a very rare last name. I know that. I have seen a fair amount of people twist their face and repeat my name with a bookended question mark.You would think, being Indian you would pronounce the D as in Indu but you do it as you do in ghoda. To be frank I am myself quite new to the name. While I always knew that Adimari was my family name and my last name on the birth certificate, all through school I was Arjun Raju. Thats right,two first names. If I was in Hyderabad, where Raju is a common surname, I would have fit right in. But I was not, so as it happened, my name got mistaken and mashed up with another similar sounding name, my dear friend and the next name on the rollcall, Arun Raj. So there would be people calling us Arjun Raj and Arun Raju. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The two things I am most proud of about myself, I can honestly take no credit for. One is that I am tall, and the other is my name. Arjun is probably the coolest name you can find in all of <i>Bharat</i>. Mallus are known for having horrible names, so in a sea of shijin, vijin, lijin, tijo, rijo, sijo, mijo, qijo my name does stand out. You know it. I am not being pompous, its just plain facts. If you are a Rakesh or Ankit or Anoop, you know that when you hear my name you automatically assume me to be better than you (I am not). The name carries expectations with it, responsibilities. People assume you to be a leader (I am not), they expect you to jump into a raging fire to save a baby or throw yourself in front of a bullet to save Nirupa Roy or climb a tree to get a kitty down (I hate cats). The bar's been set very high, I know and even though I am not living up to it, I would like to take a moment to salute those brave parents who choose mediocrity (whats my blog called?) just to keep it alive. Those who put on a brave face and decide to name there kid Prateek or Chunnilal or Sushmakumari just to keep these names alive. Really brave stuff. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, till Facebook came along I did not know that my very uncool sounding last name is in fact a name from historic <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adimari"> Italy</a>. I was friended by a whole family of Adimaris from Argentina and Italy who were very keen to know what their kin was doing in India. Of course there is no remote relation between the Adimari famili indiana and the italian ones but still its nice to know. The most famous Adimari of all time is one <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Adimari">Ralph Adimari</a> who was apparently a pop culture enthusiast , very much like me. </div>Angelushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08677071426652904383noreply@blogger.com5