Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I say to Vattu, 'Eda, I think we ought to try to break into Kannada cinema as heroes'
'As soon as we get a break, it doesn't matter if we grow old, grow bald, can't dance or get a huge paunch. You'll always get two short-skirt clad actress to drool over you plus atleast one item dance with a voluptous one'
'True, very true.'
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
It's tough to get all the guys together, atleast a few. Thankfully, a handful from my college days are planning to meet in Bangalore this weekend. As I said it's tough to get everyone together. Times change and so does priorities.Thank God for the ones who haven't changed!
As for now except the tickets, nothing has been planned. A pair of shoes and clothes are in the top of my 'to-get-list' from Bangalore
So will get you guys an update after the weekend. Cheerios
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
He does extensive research on his works. The deep knowledge he has on Indian tradition and culture can put any hardcore Inidan to shame.
So when he moved ahead to the book signing, I wanted his autograph on any piece of paper.I was unprepared for and grabbed a book of his from the stall.
I hadn't heard of 'The age of Kali' until then. I did a simple judgement based on beauty of the cover.
I was pulled into a trance as I started reading the book. I sat glued in my chair for hours.This is a travelogue and WD travels across the country and he gives the reason why he thinks India is fast slipping into detrioration and degradation.
It's a very chilly narration, but very much true. And you can dismiss it as white man's penchant to jeer at the EMERGING India. Believe me, you will find it difficult to do so.
Most of the blogger friends I came acroos think very much alike. Most of are urbanised and meterosexuals. We believe we stand on a superior moral grounds and the poor and illiterate are fit only for the dungeons.Thus the outcastes are fast eating into the social fabric of the society and dragging us to KaliYuga.While we sit comfortable on the higher realms of morality.
I would recommend this book to every Indian who thinks everything is fine with India.
Rest don't bother
Friday, November 19, 2010
During the Hay festival, one participant asked Bob Geldof if the rock culture of ‘60s and ‘70s triggered off a culture of sex, orgy and rebellion? He replied that rock culture didn’t trigger off anything. It only brought out what was already hidden the depths of society. Rock brought it out and said, ‘This is what is hidden in you.’
I believe this decade will be known as the reality show decade. The morality of reality (sex) shows have come under the scanner again. This time Rakhi Sawant is the (anti) hero again.
A few years back kids didn’t know what a ‘Nirodh’ was? Today we see the reality couple get married, make love and even grow kids on screen. The stars use foul languages, bitch about others. Then accidentally the bra slips off or there is an upskirt. We get to see celebrities bath publicly. (I believe bath clips were porn a few years ago). Then there are couples who split and make up and again split and make up. And ultimately, we have an uneducated vamp trying to patch up separated couples.
So are these shows evil? Do the sky rocketing TRPs mean, we need them to expose the hypocrisy hidden with in?
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday is a Sabbath for me. I do a heavy workout and doze off the whole day. But when a girl calls you out for a movie with an accompanying lunch, you drag yourself out of bed.
Well Somu is a good friend of mine. Sadly all her close friends got displaced due to attrition, and she was in desperate need of company. I was happy to oblige as a knight in shining armor. Though I do not like Hind movies, Golmaal was supposed to be sure shot entertainment.
Well the theatre was packed with a jovial crowd. The condition of theatres in Trivandrum is unfathomable. But it’s very low priced and hence forgivable. Besides you get a chance to rub shoulders with nice, cute girls.
Coming back to the movie, there is nothing to review about. The first half was outrageously fun. Although I couldn’t catch the full meaning of the jokes, I got a hint from the crowd and laughed along. The genre is plain slap stick comedy. The movie is colourfuly shot. The protagonists, though jobless, dress always in their Sunday best.
Devgun (or was it Devgunn or Devgn) walks around showing his cleavage and as if he just stamped on shit. The third installment is nowhere compared to the first two and to be frank the best part of the film are the supporting cast. There is no skin show from Bebo. The dumb jokes from Tushaar is getting too repetitive.
Hats off to the director, Rohith Shetty. It’s not easy to make three hit installments, quite phenomenal. The Mithun Chakravarthy flashback jig was awesome and probably the best one I’ve seen. So is Johnny Lever. Rohith Shetty didn’t have a story with him. Surprisingly he didn’t mess up things and wrapped it up pretty decently.
When the movie started off there was a disclaimer- The animal used in a stunt scene is a fake and no harm was done to the real one. How nice and hip to be an animal lover. Strangely, the movie is filled with jibes at a mute character and at one having speech impediment. It’s okay to hurt a person but not at all okay to hurt an animal. What a world!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The first step to counter Arundhathi Roys and Geelanis is to breed a few law abiding citizens. Imagine the situation where the schools turn out to be the greatest menace to human society.
The given photo is snapped from a busy National Highway in Thiruvanathapuram, Kerala. The school/college bus is parked from the footpath and into the highway thus eating up a major chunk of road. The greatest danger is to pedestrians and cyclists who have to veer themselves into the highway.
This institution has a huge empty space in their compound. At least in the after school hours they can put the bus in their compound. The authorities are vary to take action since it’s a religious educational institution.
Venue: Opposite to Lourde church, PMG, Thiruvanathapuram, Kerala.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
The greatest place to socialize in a dreary office is the carom board table, table tennis, pantry and in our case the foosball. I met Arjun on my adventures at the foosball. By the way I am really bad at socializing in office. We became good friends and met over for tea. Arjun was super rich. The salary he earns is peanuts compared to the wealth amassed by his dad. Well there is no point in him earning his own bread. So he lazed around and managed not to get himself fired.
The favorite past time of office friends is mutual bitching of managers. But we had a problem here, Arjun’s manager was my old friend and Arjun’t know about that. And I didn’t reveal to Arjun the relationship between his manager and me. The simple reason being I love people bitching about the people I know rather than people I don’t.
So this exercise went on for long. Arjun revealed his bitter feelings about the manager and addressed him in the choicest of words. The worst part came when Arjun invited his colleagues for his posh wedding reception. I made my grand entrance along with his manager. A great surprise for him and that too on the eve of his wedding.