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Dearest Anya Kong, Wish you a happily ever after.
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| From Bollywood's Binnacle |
[26 Nov 2007|03:12pm] |
In an effort to develop tolerance for Bollywood(for reasons that are best not represented as text), I risked jeopardizing the weekend watching, what's supposedly the best it has to offer.
Om Shanti Om, OSO - If the newspapers are to believed OSO supposedly bettered Robert Redford's directorial debut at the box office in the US!!! Well this technically superior movie deserves its accolades. With its flawless and gripping script, wonderful screenplay and direction, replete with a star cast who performances leaves you agape. With this movie Bollywood has finally come of age.
Now wouldn't you wish that were true. The movie is anything but that, it quite really is a true test of tolerance, and we unknowingly picked the right movie for our purpose. Its beyond one's ability to comprehend what is drawing people to this movie. This movie epitomizes why one should refrain from Bollywood not risk its many offerings. The storyline is a loose fitting garment that keeps slipping and sliding off the mannequins who enact it. Ok with the exception of Shreyas Talpade, and a honest effort from Arjun Rampal and the debutante Deepika Padhukone. The latter is all that keeps you from leaving the movie is sheer disgust. She fares somewhere between to ohk to acceptable on acting skills, but scores maximum for grace, poise and sheer screen presence. You can't take your eyes off her when she's on the screen and wait in anticipation for her to come back on, while the rest of the movies peels itself off the wall. Shahrukh Khan, the self proclaimed the King of Bollywood. The fact that I detest him has nothing to with the "fact" that he cannot act and this review. Worse still he looks ashen, so skinny and unproportional that you'd think, well you know I was right, this dude is so full of it. Well, I'm glad Mr.Stereotype can take atleast a joke or two, and the same for Bollywood. Did I mention Deepika Padhukone looks oh so gorgeous, esp., in Ajab Si, if I did she's worth the redundancy. And that brings us to the music score and ofcourse the songs, which we've come to accept can largely make an appearance without any warning or reason. Its ohk but nothing special excepting Ajab Si, whose lyrics and music does suit the beautiful Ms.Padhukone. Did someone say Dard-e-Disco, oh please.
In all, a terrible and utter waste of time and money (however spent), unless ofcourse you like us are in a quest to develop a tolerance for Bollywood. And now if Mr.Khan and this movie wins many awards for this consummately hapless showing, you'll have figured why you can afford to give Bollywood a skip.
I've Saawariya and Jab We Met lined up. Keep ya posted. Till then stay away, from the complement of SOS.
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Happy Birthday!!! ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) suku |
[14 Oct 2007|04:12pm] |
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Dearest Anya Kong.
Hope you have a Wonderful Birthday.
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| Mot's GDS '07 |
[11 Oct 2007|08:43pm] |
Wednesday, a whole lot of us at Mot got to stay away from office, yet still had to work.
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| Rev. |
[03 Oct 2007|11:30pm] |
A year long hiatus.
Paroxysms. Dark Chasms. Wilted flowers. Broken Promises. Dried ink pots. The Yellow of Age. Bridges, I couldn't walk across. Bridges, I built, but its cause lost. Time has passed me by. Its few periods lost in the memory of rain. Some with a moon, it'll never be the same again. Then the cold abyss. The call of the day. Shafts of light. The comfort of shadows and gray. A spiral. A circle.
Cryptic, but its best this way. This is one promise kept. A Redux, yet again.
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Our day at Kanyakumari, begins with the spell binding sunrise. We visit the Vivekananda Memorial Rock and Thiruvallaver Statue set out in the sea. Enjoy a panaromic view of the coastline from Marthuvamalai. Discover that the sea is best viewed from Circular Fort. And best enjoyed by basking in the sun at the beach and that a golden sunset is a fitting end to this lovely day.
( Day 4 – Kanyakumari )
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[28 Sep 2006|08:16pm] |
Day 3, we ride through some of the most popular destinations in Kerala. The famed back waters of Alleppey, the white sandy beach at Kovalam. Then across the border into Tamilnadu and onto Kanyakumari. The road ends here. All roads do. Only a sea of blue lies its beyond.
( Day 3, Kochi->Alleppey->Kovalum->Kanyakumari )
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[26 Sep 2006|08:18pm] |
Our journey through Kerala continues, so does our skirmish with rain. We visit the famous Guruvayoor Temple, ride along the narrow roads to Kochi, the brief encounters with the locals and get more besotted by the beauty of this state.
( Day 2 Kozhikode->Guruvayoor->Kochi )
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[25 Sep 2006|12:46pm] |
This is one trip that has been in the works for a long time now. A journey across three states along the coast to the southern most tip of India, to the point where all roads end. And then head back inward through some of the most beautiful roads in the country. Some dubbed it a precursor to our ultimate biking destination, the road to redemption, Ladakh-Leh (hopefully next year). Not to mention memories to last a lifetime. With so much on offer, persuasion is far from being necessary.
But as the countdown neared the zilch, of the multitude of people who were gung-ho about the trip, what finally remains is us. Me, on my P180, Modhu on a Bullet ElectraS5 and Harsha(Mindu) the organizer on his Unicorn.
This is the first of 'em very long posts.
( Day 1 Bangalore->Mysore->Sultan Bathery->Kozhikode )
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| South Indian Sojourn |
[20 Sep 2006|08:57pm] |
2060 Kilometres of Open Road.
09 Days of living out of your head.
A journey to where all roads end.
...Nirvana...
A series of long posts to follow :) [Hopefully]
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[26 Jul 2006|07:45pm] |
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She is a year old... Happy First Birthday Woman, Love You More.
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[12 Jul 2006|02:28pm] |
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Finally, a fone that might survive me. :)
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[12 Jul 2006|01:16pm] |
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Good lord, does insanity know no bounds?
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[03 May 2006|06:53pm] |
Its 2:30 in the afternoon day one, it is still 190 kms to Pondicerry, I see blurred image of Modhu astride his “Goddess” in the distance, it is all that keeps me going. The seething heat rising from the tarmac is distorting my vision and my senses. The heat is so severe, that the metallic frame of the shades and the hot acrid air off the road actually hurts as it brushes/blows against my face. Is that part of the world a hellhole or what? Things however started out much better that I make it sound to be.
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| A city in shame... |
[14 Apr 2006|03:00pm] |
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The events of last couple of days have cast a veil of shock and shame over the city. As the "Peace" loving people of Bangalore, expressed their grief and bereavement for their loved and worshipped actor by destroying and torching public and private property. And by taking to the streets and bringing the city to the grinding halt. Peace, law and order too died a painful death. This in a city that prides itself for its accommodating and cosmopolitan people.
All channels were forced to go off the air except the news and local Kannada channels which aired the sickening drama. What really should have been a ceremony befitting the man who was turned into a violent public spectacle. Even more baffling was the reaction of these mourning masses and the great fans of the actor who joyfully waved and danced before the cameras. In expressing their so called, angst and pained emotions the "fans" pelted stones at the police and innocent bystanders, torched vehicles and wrecked private and public property.
It only gets worse; it was really sickening that the people actually applauded as the actor was laid to rest in his grave. What were these people really upto, where did these people come from, it is scary to think they live and walk the very same city everyday. Was this just an avenue for them to vent out their frustrating existence. The extent of this act of hooliganism and its fear was so widespread, that it literally crippled the city, even very the essentials, medical stores, petrol bunks and public transport were forced shut, but the mobs, who were even foolish enough to try torch a few petrol bunks. This couldn't just have been an emotional outburst, I mean you don't pelt your neighbour's house with stones coz someone very dear to you passed away. Its jus civic and common sense lacking people going paranoid.
This really is a fall from grace; Bangalore did not deserve this. What a bloody shame.
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| The horizon, its end and its beyond... |
[25 Feb 2006|07:37pm] |
A recurring dream of a distant land,
Of a world dressed in bright white,
The snow capped mountains,
The clear gushing river,
A road cut into the rocky cliff,
The whiff of breeze that hints of spring,
Of Absolution and Eternal Bliss,
The dream of boundless freedom,
Free spirit, Free thought, a free me,
A dream of a road, a nice ride, and
No direction, no destination
Hell, this is reality, it is jus a dream
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