"Heath Ledger dead? mygawd what a tragedy…..one of the few aussies I thought I would eventually like…
ah Kylie, Nicole, Danni,cate blanchett,geoffrey rush….Eric Bana…..Troy…greek tragedy…..Helen…Diane Kruger..what a babe…national treasue 2..yet to see..why is golden compass releasing?that too in tamil? daniel craig.(.finally saw casino royale.)..and nicole kidman…hmm aussie hollywood mafia…hate russel crowe though….american gangster has nothing to show for this oscar season……will the show go on? writers strike…Jay leno show reruns..darn…Eric bana…Hulk….Ed norton?hmmm..
superhero…Batman …dark knight…Ledger as Joker…"why so serious"? (the blood logo reminded me of kamal's aalavandaan)…should be awesome…a strange but remarkable superhero movie is….Unbreakable…M night shyamalan…saw last night…brilliant cinematgraphy and background score….mindblowing concept..Willis…..Samuel L Jackson…Mr.glass……."Do you know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world, to not know why you're here"…whoa….powerful…Willis…die hard reunion…..cute wife…gotta google her name…hmm hero?….Heroes star world season 2 on….yay ! as is american idol..i've picked my winner already…Kristy lee cook…goddess…simon cowell….also produces american inventor….reality shows…am a sucker for…last comic standing….awesome…standup in chennai…craig and cary? hah..really?..chennai events…darn missed Rooplyn circles music show last week…missed frank dubiers too….no publicity…grr…..music…musical..Sweeny todd..Depp…oscar ..please win….is sweeny todd coming here or not?sathyam cinema sucks…major sellouts…ages since a decent movie was released….Hanks..charlie wilsons war….unreleased yet…Om puri's presence makes no difference?…hmm playing a pakistani….Roshan seth did too in vertical limit…had chosen castaway over that to watch in the theater…last day last show…alone…glorious…
Road to perdition too…hanks daniel craig…5 ppl in the theatre…one week only…night show….masterpiece…having a theater all to yourself is a special feeling…sam mendes…thomas newman…..Jarhead….Gylenhall….Swoff…..disturbing..delightfully so….gylenhall…ledger…yet to see brokeback…Ang Lee…Hulk…hmm…jennifer conelly……eyes that can pierce you to death…laser-like…addictive….house of sand and fog..jennifer conelly,ben kingsley…my recommend..Goutham menon subtley refered to the movie in vetayaadu vilayadu in one dialogue..wants us to know he watches good hollywood movies….Ben kingsley…Gandhi..never seen it fully…gandhi my father..when will it come on TV?….freedom….mandela..freeman + kapur…no go?… elizabeth obsession….cate blanchett…as Dylan? strange but true…"I'm not there"..boy oh boy…cant wait…Dylan..Ledger as dylan too…amazing concept of multiple actors playing the same character in one movie…..reminds me..no direction home DVD not detected..have to get friend to rip it…
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
Don't cancel my subscription to the resurrection
...And she beckoned again amidst the heavy rains of November... Charmingly elusive, but also within tantalizing reach...If not in flesh, then in spirit... This time it was more believable than ever before.But experience offered other explanations, as over the past few months, the clouds driven by the winds of change, had never once kept their promise. But his clairvoyant mind told him to play along..perhaps it would lead to something good after all. And things had certainly gotten better.He could handle it if they got worse again. It merely called for a firm head..all he had to control were the magic chemicals that threatened to unleash havoc as they had done before.He knew their routine though...and had learnt which ones needed to be secluded and which ones had to be disposed off.
But yes, things had changed...if slowly... The illusions of space and time had worn out thanks to primitive teleportation... Change was just around the corner,promising new adventures...and perhaps glory... And coincidences,as always ,would conspire to help... The dry and scaly scars of past misfortunes reminded him of the probability of history repeating itself. But this time he wouldnt let neurosis get past the doors to his inner sanctum.This time he wouldnt allow the disease of fear to spread its tentacles around his heart.
His soul, now wiser, perhaps harder, had an armour on, detachable, not one to be easily penetrated unless he allowed it to be. This time, he surmised, it would be different.The rules would be altered and the boundary lines would be widened.The game demanded to be played again and so it would be. The Prize...would be determined only if found worthy after scrutiny.Labelling the affair would be rather juvenile.This wasnt about childish pursuits anymore.This was grown up stuff.Yes, this was life. This time there would be no frivolous pretences...no shallow promises..no dramatic verses or proclamations.There would be no weaknesses to show or question.
Yes,victory did beseech, but it was not a two ended win-lose scenario this time.Their definitions begged to be altered and the new perspective he had cultivated had helped redefine them... There would be fallacies to mildy poke at and even humor.There would be shortcomings that would be overlooked ,but sometimes, ribbed.There would be questions asked, but cloaked under the fabric of arrogance and deliberate ignorance. There would be new stripes on his shoulder,but he knew they wouldnt help him get beyond the intitial thrill they would generate.
And one december evening, as he stood atop his watchtower on his private paradise under construction, the tattered sails of the abandoned vessel that docked in the west bank, fluttered about. It didnt catch his eye though.He had learnt to shut it out.His sight was set far beyond ordinary posessions,now. The distant horizon sparkled with the setting sun and the moon would creep onto the night sky,unnoticed. And he would stand vigil,halfway into the next dawn.Eyes heavy but keen.And then at the slightest motion on the horizon, his attention would be pricked and the nerves,jangling, would be told to remain calm and steady...aloof,even. An outsider would remain an outsider until they chose to embank on his sands. Every now and then a distant vessel would materialise on the horizon,only to disappear shortly after. And the nights would go by,some illuminated by delightful dalliances,some dampened by absentia...
But the odds had slowly changed to favor him,or so he believed.There were no more unnecessary and redundant little voyages to inspect mild distractions. If the distractions had chosen to be of any worth and grow in importance,they would have to navigate to where they intended to go. The lighthouse had long been shut down and the light of his spirit would help them see,if they could see, in the first place.
And then one fateful night he chanced upon some caves on the northern side of the island.
...Undiscovered....frighteningly beautiful, and sparsely illuminated,owing to the crevices on the ceiling...silver moonlight and golden star dust...great treasures lay inside,surely...Treasures that would dwarf any materialistic objects of desire. The labyrinthine nature of the caves called for serious introspection.It was akin to stepping into an unknown beast's lair. He'd fought and slain known devils and it was time to take on this new devil in disguise...He knew all he had to do was dance with the devil to watch her transform into an angel of hope..an angel who was wise,who would provide purpose and meaning.An angel that would begin the processing of making him complete. And it was then he knew that there would be no turning back.But it wouldnt hurt to tread with some caution initially,so the ropes were brought out.They would guide him back to safety anytime he wished but they would only go as far as they were allowed to without stretching reality.And eventually he would have to let go ,if he ever reached the point of no return. And while doing so he realised that despite the promises that lay outside,promises that had shackled him without being visible,it was freedom that he would choose to eventually embrace. Promises could be fickle as he knew all too well,especially if they were conditional. This was no time for 'if'-s..their time had long gone...This was the time for answers...and thus he set out in search of them. And once the labyrinth had been mastered, the outside world could reclaim its once prodigal son,resurrected.But by then he would have transcended earthy pleasures..unless, perhaps, she had chosen to wait outside the caves,longing for his return...
Change is good...
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But yes, things had changed...if slowly... The illusions of space and time had worn out thanks to primitive teleportation... Change was just around the corner,promising new adventures...and perhaps glory... And coincidences,as always ,would conspire to help... The dry and scaly scars of past misfortunes reminded him of the probability of history repeating itself. But this time he wouldnt let neurosis get past the doors to his inner sanctum.This time he wouldnt allow the disease of fear to spread its tentacles around his heart.
His soul, now wiser, perhaps harder, had an armour on, detachable, not one to be easily penetrated unless he allowed it to be. This time, he surmised, it would be different.The rules would be altered and the boundary lines would be widened.The game demanded to be played again and so it would be. The Prize...would be determined only if found worthy after scrutiny.Labelling the affair would be rather juvenile.This wasnt about childish pursuits anymore.This was grown up stuff.Yes, this was life. This time there would be no frivolous pretences...no shallow promises..no dramatic verses or proclamations.There would be no weaknesses to show or question.
Yes,victory did beseech, but it was not a two ended win-lose scenario this time.Their definitions begged to be altered and the new perspective he had cultivated had helped redefine them... There would be fallacies to mildy poke at and even humor.There would be shortcomings that would be overlooked ,but sometimes, ribbed.There would be questions asked, but cloaked under the fabric of arrogance and deliberate ignorance. There would be new stripes on his shoulder,but he knew they wouldnt help him get beyond the intitial thrill they would generate.
And one december evening, as he stood atop his watchtower on his private paradise under construction, the tattered sails of the abandoned vessel that docked in the west bank, fluttered about. It didnt catch his eye though.He had learnt to shut it out.His sight was set far beyond ordinary posessions,now. The distant horizon sparkled with the setting sun and the moon would creep onto the night sky,unnoticed. And he would stand vigil,halfway into the next dawn.Eyes heavy but keen.And then at the slightest motion on the horizon, his attention would be pricked and the nerves,jangling, would be told to remain calm and steady...aloof,even. An outsider would remain an outsider until they chose to embank on his sands. Every now and then a distant vessel would materialise on the horizon,only to disappear shortly after. And the nights would go by,some illuminated by delightful dalliances,some dampened by absentia...
But the odds had slowly changed to favor him,or so he believed.There were no more unnecessary and redundant little voyages to inspect mild distractions. If the distractions had chosen to be of any worth and grow in importance,they would have to navigate to where they intended to go. The lighthouse had long been shut down and the light of his spirit would help them see,if they could see, in the first place.
And then one fateful night he chanced upon some caves on the northern side of the island.
...Undiscovered....frighteningly beautiful, and sparsely illuminated,owing to the crevices on the ceiling...silver moonlight and golden star dust...great treasures lay inside,surely...Treasures that would dwarf any materialistic objects of desire. The labyrinthine nature of the caves called for serious introspection.It was akin to stepping into an unknown beast's lair. He'd fought and slain known devils and it was time to take on this new devil in disguise...He knew all he had to do was dance with the devil to watch her transform into an angel of hope..an angel who was wise,who would provide purpose and meaning.An angel that would begin the processing of making him complete. And it was then he knew that there would be no turning back.But it wouldnt hurt to tread with some caution initially,so the ropes were brought out.They would guide him back to safety anytime he wished but they would only go as far as they were allowed to without stretching reality.And eventually he would have to let go ,if he ever reached the point of no return. And while doing so he realised that despite the promises that lay outside,promises that had shackled him without being visible,it was freedom that he would choose to eventually embrace. Promises could be fickle as he knew all too well,especially if they were conditional. This was no time for 'if'-s..their time had long gone...This was the time for answers...and thus he set out in search of them. And once the labyrinth had been mastered, the outside world could reclaim its once prodigal son,resurrected.But by then he would have transcended earthy pleasures..unless, perhaps, she had chosen to wait outside the caves,longing for his return...
Change is good...
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
Food for thought
Its been quite awhile since I did any 'wordplay' post.. for those of you who are interested in my previous wordplay posts go here…..didn't want to get rusty so I decided to wear my punster hat and came up with the following…'what foods would a certain group of people like'…in response to some wordplay contest I entered...
Pacifists like peace(peas) and carrots
Astronauts like mars bars
Romans likes caesar salad
Rock musicians like Meatloaf
English teachers like alphabet soup
Television performers like (couch) potatoes
Germans like Frankfurters
Sailors like Submarine sandwiches
Crime fighters like Hero sandwiches
Doctors dont like apples as it affects their business
Interrogation officers like grilled sandwiches
High jumpers(athletes) like jumping beans
Electricians cant resist Currants
Cartoonists love Peanuts
Racers like all kinds of fast food
Recovering alcoholics hate cold turkey
Colonels love chickens
Gamblers love big steaks
Farmers love root beer
Hunters like poached eggs
Encrypters like scrambled eggs
Diamond merchants like carrots(karats)
Readers of classic novels like 3 musketeers chocolates
Astronomers like Milky way bars
New yorkers love big apples
Stage actors love Ham
What is your favorite food?
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Monday, January 14, 2008
Of Bhogi,Catching tales and photographs...
My room is a mess…heck its a mini dumpyard..
The table by the mirrored cupboard serves as a base for various bottles of deodorants,talcs,hair conditioners,hair gels some empty,some half full,some unused.Not to mention the music keyboard with its dusty black cover,and various books and stray papers,telephone bills,Bank and ATM receipts,old batteries,some pens and pencils,some sketchsheets gone wrong,some old photographs spilling out of their jackets and various other items.Cut to the shelf behind the pillar…a dust haven…I am surprised that no spiders have moved in yet.
And there below the table and beside the pillar lie 3 huge cardboard boxes,filled with various 'miscellaneous items', as I call them…..past baggage from previous homes,previous lives…..all clung to in the weak belief that someday they will have to be summoned to serve whatever they would be needed for.
All that doesnt impress mum though.She's been on my case to get rid of the 'junk' for a few months now and today being Bhogi, she was in full form and threatened to dump them all before I got back home from work today.She says the very sight of the junk zone is disgusting.I,tongue-in-cheek, offer to cover the whole area with a couple of big black blankets so as to not 'offend' anyone who dare lay their sights on it….needless to say she isnt amused one bit.
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The table by the mirrored cupboard serves as a base for various bottles of deodorants,talcs,hair conditioners,hair gels some empty,some half full,some unused.Not to mention the music keyboard with its dusty black cover,and various books and stray papers,telephone bills,Bank and ATM receipts,old batteries,some pens and pencils,some sketchsheets gone wrong,some old photographs spilling out of their jackets and various other items.Cut to the shelf behind the pillar…a dust haven…I am surprised that no spiders have moved in yet.
And there below the table and beside the pillar lie 3 huge cardboard boxes,filled with various 'miscellaneous items', as I call them…..past baggage from previous homes,previous lives…..all clung to in the weak belief that someday they will have to be summoned to serve whatever they would be needed for.
All that doesnt impress mum though.She's been on my case to get rid of the 'junk' for a few months now and today being Bhogi, she was in full form and threatened to dump them all before I got back home from work today.She says the very sight of the junk zone is disgusting.I,tongue-in-cheek, offer to cover the whole area with a couple of big black blankets so as to not 'offend' anyone who dare lay their sights on it….needless to say she isnt amused one bit.
I step out of the house and walk to the bus stop.
The sky wears a hazy shade of blue-grey…..and the air is heavy……smog…dust..ash…a lonely fire rages on behind the bus stop.I wonder what other people have gotten rid off. Eyes already heavy from a late check-in last night are rather p*ssed that more strain is on the way.Why cant we just have a giant trash compactor for every junction.An eco friendly Bhogi…now that would be nice.
The local fruit/vegetable vendor enters our street.Today his carriage is over-loaded with sugarcanes…karumbu….lemme confess here that I have seen 25 pongals on this planet and not once have my teeth sunk into karumbu…nor have I drunk its juice,ever…Now dont ask me why…its just a NO….I have a firm,illogical NO for some food items…non tamil people skip this line….the list includes: pala pazham,sapota,podalangai,ela vadaan,nungu and well the list goes on…
Never quite paid much attention to Jamie Cullum's music before, though he's been on my i-pod for a few months now ..but this morning is different…As the I-pod belted out "Photograph" from "Catching Tales " , a smile crept up onto my lips…suddenly all was well with the world…..Eyes closed till then to shut out the dust outside suddenly came to life and opened.
The bus has new seats. NEW SEATS ! Now how did I miss that?I couldnt believe it and started feeling about for any patch up jobs, but they were new..plush..soft cushioned..Guess bhogi has caused the bus-folk to ring in the new by dumping the old seats,which I might add were a rather painful affair….mangled,torn,broken base and what not.
My shirt pocket hosts not only my ipod,ID card and cash but also a small new item I discovered last week - "Sukku mittai"…dried ginger mints….local stuff…
Initially hesitant of popping them when my mom offered them to me last week, I kept away from them for a couple of days..they were apparently "good for digestion" and well, generally good for the tum….but one morning after a particularly bad night with the tum I had 4 choices…. vendhayam, raw jeera,some betel nut or this.
I didnt wanna throw up on the bus so I went for the sukku mittai which seemed the lesser of the 4 evils….And ever since I have been hooked to the sukku….(now this doesnt mean I will try sukku kaapi on the beach)….but its much better than any ginger flavored Halls mint I have had.You oughta try it…
The bus reaches office and its time for me to unplug my ipod and walk the walk..to (sigh), work….
And Jamie Cullum's song still plays on in my mind…
It's just another story caught up in another photograph I found.
and it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from now,
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
Isn't that what bhogi should be about? To rummage through old baggage….to let go of the bad memories and hold on to the good ones..and to rediscover forgotten memories and to welcome and embrace new would be-memories to look back upon a few years down the line.To look at seemingly ordinary things and find the magic behind them.
Ah well, enough rambling for the day..
Happy pongal people…
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