Marvel 1602

Was reading this fabulous and extremely delectable Marvel hodgepodge. Much love, being felt.

Uber duber cooo..

Was reading the archives on the Vigbert blog and found this inimitable gem. The man, ladies and gentlemen.. is a recombinent teetering genius.

All hail the 'bert!!

Money for nothin..

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TVs

Do you remember the next few lines? Knopfler's homophobic? Of course. Just a random thought, as it is playing somewhere.

Anyway, 'was reading an old edition of Business Week today which says 78% of the young people think that money is less important than personal fulfillment when it comes to a career. That is 3 outta four people telling me something I find gladdening. I would like to believe that survey. I sincerely do. One day, I ll let a red colored German automobile pass by, and smile to myself "Us scurvy scallywag sailors need no wheels, capt'n". God bless. Till that day though, I shall have my whims about me.

Talking about whims.. I saw this really bad semi-biographic movie yesterday - which is QT's favorite 2005 movie, reportedly. It was painfully amusing to watch Keira Knightley play the bounty hunter. In fact, it is probably the worst casting ever, which includes.. Ms. Rai's in the Dhoom sequel. Why Tony, why? Just when you were quizzing yourself, which Scott brother is better. Seriously.. why?!

Sometimes I think I should go ahead and make my own movies and watch them. Hmm.. lemme see.. I ll probably have some protagonist called Nina Herby Jarfunkaram, who has a history of rhinitis medicamentosa and herbarium paranoia. She writes a novel titled, "Why can't I smell my neighbour's bush?" The book never takes off and is thrown into the "Buy 3 for Rs. 200" section. A recently divorced therapist from Mumbai, finally gets his hands on it, "It's for my friends in the book club", he tells the counter lady with crimson danglers, with a blush. Severely disappointed at the contents, he later reviews teh book in the society mag as a crap dump debasing the freedom in the literary world, leading to an uproar from certain communities, who never read the book. The fundamentalists get a sniff of the issue, with their leader Zushma Baraj freaking out on national print, "It was so cheeky, I refused to read past the title." she declared. The fairly petulant activists, still disgruntled at being underpaid for the last theatre job refuse to stage a protest, but soon enough started torching down the bookstores, when someone cried out it has something to do with Deepa Mehta. The book however goes on to become a best seller in UK, hailed by the gay community as the harbinger of the new age invertive writing. "I did not understand some bits where she quotes in Hindi, but Monty, my partner says it is enlightening" says one of them. It's eventually picked up by a major production studio in CA and is made into a movie with Keira Knghtley as the Indian woman who at the age of 38, becomes a best selling author across the oceans. Nina finally appears on the news channels sniffling, ".. but it's just a book about my struggle with the nasal congestion and allergies".

Yea.. it will sink at the BO. And it is offensive. May be, I ll stick to watching shitty movies.

Tailpiece: Holiday season's here. And people are getting lazier by the day. Skipped work yesterday coz was stuck in NY all afternoon. Came back home. Played poker all night; lost. Got up late, cursed self. Walked gingerly up to the office by 12. Half the office was empty. Holiday season's here. And people are getting lazier by the day!!

Danbury, 17 December 2006

My life is changing. Gradually, in a slow meandering sorta way. I can see it wind in the rearview mirror.

I see their shadows draw out
One by one
As each walks away, behind
The slow setting sun

But life, as they all say.. moves on.

I never really had a fear for tomorrow. I know it is a very abstruse guest in our lives - tomorrow. But for reasons unsure, I never felt imperiled by its arrival. I am sure it is just as misunderstood as any of us. Any which way, I always thought it would be a good customer. Tomorrow. In possibly my last weekend in Connecticut, I sit in this cozy balcony overlooking the quiet scene of rustling lights and the cold kissed breeze.. to write this post, waiting for it to come by.. thinking about all the funny surprises it might bring along. I like it's mate though - today. Good friend of mine.

Seriously

.. you would think writing a plea on a public blog would get the Sandman trotting down. At the risk of sounding silly, at that.

These anthromorphic celebrities!! Sheesh!!

In a distant land, where little boys grow up climbing trees and running along beaches chasing sailor boats, I am sure it would have been a different story. It -has- to be. Hence, my long lorn desire to quit grad school and travel down to Sri Lanka an invest in a coconut based entrepreneurial venture.

Yeny-vay, since I am up and talking nonsense again (with such elan, see) let me tell you a bit about the US occupation of Fallujah.

Kidding.

Sometimes, I think I should consider writing more seriously on this blog. I should make it sound intelligent. Paraphrase a bit, drop a bit of antagonistic intimidating verbiage, talk about obscure science fundae and then add a hit counter. Or I could just continue goofing around in this vein.

Let me think about it for a moment.

*Moment*

Yes, henceforth this blog shall (not) have an air of misrepresentation to it.

But for the moment, let us deal with this.

A lotta folks are out in India at this moment. I think I wanna be in India too. It is the Swades song, I swear, that is talking. Partha claims Biryani was never better. And that he is burping everytime he tried exclaiming at Ponting's ill fated pull shots. Bugger must be going mwahaha again!! Diksha.. I think I miss her. I ll miss her more, when she gets hitched soon. At this point, I would like to introduce Diksha Sen to a few uninitiated. A woman, who had/has the unfortunate disapprobation of allegedly being my girlfriend. A very fabricated and untrue thought. On this personal platform of mine, let me put the speculation to rest. NO!! Not her. Now, it is the insomnia talking.

That reminds me,there's this song playing around in the room.. David Guetta's 'Love Don't Let Me Go..' which is undoubtedly the second most overrated song ever. For the record.


Wait.. I think I feel it coming. One sec..

Yaw..

Yawwwwn..

About time.

Ciao.

Sleep

With such hardened longing
I beckon you
Could you fucking
Make your presence felt?

Errm..
Please.

Melbourne, 2006

I leave,
A little of me behind

All along the watchtower

Where are the sheep?

It's 12:40 am. I am staring at the wall.I've been staring at the wall for an hour. I think I should sleep now.

I can't sleep.. I 've been trying to sleep for an hour now. May be I should write something. I *am* writing something.

Once, there was a distant yellow land in the middle of a great white sea. It was called 'The distant yellow land in the middle of the white sea'. The day tour companies called it TDYLIMOWS. People in TDYLIMOWS always smoked cannabis. It was the national past time.. smoking cannabis by the sea and duck hunting in Dewuikville. People who don't smoke cannabis in TDYLIMOWS were called Lepodormants. Lepodormants were TV salesmen.

Every one in TDYLIMOWS watched TV. Lepodormants also watched TV. Sometimes, Lepodormants also appeared on TV. Bobcock Pighurt was the most famous Lepodormant who appeared on TV. People said Bobcock Pighurt was an ogre. His green hair and bushy eyebrows seemed out of ordinary to the cannabis smoking yellow folk. He looked normal at times, but ogre-like at others. People said it is because he appears on TV. TV gives you purple suits and green hair. TV makes people look like ogres. Ogres fancy plantations. Purple goes well with green, they said.

Bobcock Pighurt had lots of plantations in his farmland called Dewuikville. People always used to come to Bobcock to buy cannabis. Bobcock was the richest man of the land. Bobcock was a Lepodormant. Bobcock had no ducks.

Moral of the story: Don't stare at walls.

To all and sundry

In Melbourne, there are two kinds of people, those who have seen Borat and those who would like to. (Now that I have stayed here long enough, I have earned a right to stereotype the denizens. :p) However, few aliens (like me) fall into a minority third category - those who don't care.

I watched The Prestige here at the bad-popcorn-serving (grr!!) Nova theatres yesterday. Am a great fan of Chris Nolan movies.. think they are fabulous. At times, almost a mock at various presumptuous "intelligent" movie critics across. I ve seen some of these movie crazed intelligentia, sitting in a screening.. analysing, dissecting, crtitiquing a movie maker as they watch along. It's amazing to sit next to them.. you could almost hear the levers in their heads tweaking.. words popping around in their heads for the reviews next day. Some people just take it too seriously. It's fun though.. it's like watching a Nolan movie.

Do watch this one. Even if you have watched The Illusionist (which was another good one). This is quite erm.. different from it. And recommended.

P.S. I was recently told Robert Altman passed away. Respects.