IS ALL WELL?

Thought i'd write a review of 3 idiots(yes i am still on a movie spree!), but kritya did the honours. The following post is a review written by her and for all you lazy buggers who wouldn't want to log into facebook to read it, please do so here! All hail kritya!


This is my first ever movie review to be published and not just verbally.

I chose "3 Idiots" since it is easier to butcher than to garnish. Wow, I just came up with that!

*spoiler alert*

"3 Idiots is highly idiotic...except for a few genuinely LOL moments, a bromance that falls short of just adequate." - Shruti Sardeshpande

I couldn't agree more.

Isn't it ironic when the lead characters of the movie, despite PMSing vehemently and crying as and when they breathe, act like their virtues of sensibility and sensitivity have gone for a toss in the next scene? Well, I couldn't help but notice this phenomenon when they turned paralysis and the inability to afford vegetables into a joke. Actually, I can deal with that. You know? Humour; dark, medium, decaf, whatever. But it did not end there now, did it? Rancho and Farhan had to come out of Raju's house laughing hysterically and furthermore make fun of Raju's misery. I understand friendship, alright. I also understand that each friendship has its own foundation and boundary. But, hell I only understand friendship between humans with emotions and the ability to respond to stimuli...Appropriately!

That was just one of the innumerable things that pissed me off in the movie. I went to watch it with my brains at home in order to have fun et al. But I still think that when you pay to watch it on the big screen, you would expect some method in the madness (FYI, I'm all for Priyadarsan's confusion mania or Akshay Kumar's just plain crazy dialogues kinda movies if you thought I wasn't) and most importantly respect, now wouldn't you? All the SMS and email junk jokes that we received back in the 15th Century were being played out in front of me. That too in the typical Rajkumar Hirani-vidhu Vinod Chopra way. Which by the way, is nothing less than very atrocious. I have always believed that this duo has some really brilliant ideas (Munna Bhai and its sequel). But, they truly, honestly, suck at executing them. They don't have the balls to make it smarter as they fear that that won't pull as much crowd. Try it guys. Try Not bringing in extra ridiculous characters who can't spell a-c-t-i-n-g and pay to "act" in your movies. Try not stalling a witty scene by turning the camera towards a character just so he can make a stupid face and deliver a redundant dialogue. It can still be funny to the crowd you Want to target!

I laughed out loud at many places. I found the power nap thing to be cleverly used as well. I loved Madhavan's extremely natural giggles. I liked the very different and refreshing take on the book too. I cannot, even if I try to, criticize the director's vision of the movie that he wished to make on reading 5 Point Someone. Like I said before, his ideas are always neat. But I couldn't handle the drenched inverter. I couldn't understand the pachydermatous approach towards severe medical conditions and poverty. I got irritated by Aamir Khan trying to prove that he is a good cry-er on screen. (Do you remember that he cried when Raju says that he wants to clear the final exam with honesty?) And of course, I couldn't stand something that was defined in a hilarious way initially but then ruined later by many, many nonsensical references, the magnanimous overkill called "aal iz well".

Off Late

The annual cake show hosted by Nilgiris this year, greatly hyped by me was sorely disappointing! When I first saw the hoarding advertising the show, I was quite excited. The cake show turned out to be one big hall with a massive Taj Mahal (very nicely done) and a destroyer. On the sidelines were 10 nicely designed cakes! But the main drawback to this was the exhibition which was twice the size of the cake show itself. Loads and loads and loads of sales guys selling unwanted stuff at bloated prices which pissed me off! Sad to see the cake show in this state!

I’ve been on a movie spree of sorts! Watched Avatar in 3D which certainly turned out to be a very different and brilliant experience. James Cameron’s Jake Sully and the mildly erotic Na’avi female create magic on screen and entertain a person thoroughly! At a time when Global Warming is gaining importance, the reverence with which the aliens treat their world is refreshing and gives one hope that one day we might realize how important ours is! I remember a dialogue by Agent Smith in The Matrix which denounces humans and the way we suffocate life around us. Pandora’s landscape is truly mesmerizing!

The second experience was not all that great. I went and watched Vettaikaran, a Tamil movie which starred Vijay and Anushka Shetty. A child born out of wedlock between a brain dead Godzilla and a Cocaine addicted Marlin Manson could not have enjoyed this movie! It involved the hero flying and smashing people at varying angles in a world with lesser gravitational pull than the Earth. Newton would have shot the director, rushed him to a hospital, saved him and then shoot him again after watching this movie. The heroine is bloody hot and there is hardly any comedy. The songs are the usual thump thump thump numbers with the side artists dressed in the worst of attires. All I was left with after the movie was a mild headache and a strong sense of satisfaction when I used the loo after the movie!

P.S: it also involves the hero riding a horse once or twice as a cowboy! Brrrrr

Food review - by me? - very surprising!

Well a couple of days back, arpi and I went shopping. rather she did the shopping and I was the faithful auto guy:) Hit brand factory on hosur road first and it rained heavily as we shopped. As you all know, I do have this tendency to enjoy my breeze a lil more than normal humans, this prompted me to go out of the mall through the security beepers (which went off) without paying for the clothes. I was quick to run inside and not repeat the mistake.

We then went to the cafe and ordered a mushroom pav bhaji and a Delhi Chaat which frankly was Dahi chaat! Then the rains stopped and we rode to M.G.Road in very pleasant weather and not so pleasant traffic!

Reached Barton Center and took the lift to the 13th floor, we chose the roof top restaurant and had to wait as the remaining vestiges of the0 shower were being removed. The view was breathtaking and the up there, the wind pretty much chilled us to our bones.

We thought of starting off with a soup but unfortunately, veggies don't have much choice here. We had the only veg soup which was a tomato shorba! The starter was excellent, a paneer dish which was frankly excellent! The best part about the dinner was the fact that the management gave complimentary shawls, which someone didn want first and then later asked for one and tremendously enjoyed it. The main course was a penne pasta which I liked as it was not bland. I do not dislike continental cuisine, i dislike bland anything. This was filled with herbs and tomato suace:)

We finished our dinner and disappointed all the auto guys waiting to rip us off and headed home. On the way, we were stopped by the ever ready to make a quick buck police guys and on talking in Kannada gained quick passage from their clutches.

After dropping her off at her place, I went home emotionally and stomachily satisfied:)

Food: Very Good
Ambience : good
Service: Excellent
Wallet Factor : 1200 for a meal for 2!

P.S. Do not go by my pallet because like Mass Recruiters, I am a mass eater. I do not discriminate when it comes to food :p

P.P.S: I hold patent rights on 'stomachily' if it ever becomes famous!

Human Nature

It so happens that many of us tend to start something with good intentions, start it, do it but power corrupts. From Isildur in LOTR to Robert Mugabe, from Napoleon in Animal Farm to Stalin. Why are we so susceptible to power?

Is there some insuppressible tendency for us as Humans to covet more and more of it?
Communism is a feeling that I personally admire. Not the communism of the USSR which had Brezhnev or Andropov but the communism which makes sure victims of unwanted exploitation get their due. All this reminds me of a single movie - 'Anbe Sivam' by Kamal Hassan. I think it has one of the best story lines in which he perpetrates the vision that love is God! He is a staunch communist but feels that men who do good are equal to God. I completely agree with him on this. God put us here on Earth to live and not hate. We do not need to visit temples or mosques to prove that we are religious. A line of sacred ash on one's forehead or a cross hanging on one's neck is not a passport to heaven! Helping the needy around you, be it a hungry dog or a person short of ten rupees for a train ticket is what life is all about.

I just read the 'Animal Farm' by George Orwell and I think it is one of the best books ever written. It shows how a good intention is corrupted by power and how in the end, you and your next door neighbour suffer! The sad thing about us is the fact that many of us have recognized and realized how wrongly we lead our lives and yet continue to do so. It is high time to change is what I feel and change always begins within a single person.

Innocence Lost

I remember the very first time he held me in his arms. Those strong powerful arms, the ones that would always protect me. He radiated joy and every person in his vicinity felt it. Of course, I was too young to understand all this but my mother always told this story well at bedtime. My first piggy back ride, my first Barbie-doll, my first trip to the beach, my Daddy was always with me. I would wait for him to come back from his office to hug me and tell me how much he loved me. Once I figured out the usage of a telephone, the first number I memorised was his! Chocolates, pretty frocks, anything I ever desired for were at my feet before I could ask for them twice. I loved my Daddy. As I grew older, I noticed that mama and daddy fought a lot, they threw things at each other and the house was always filled with mama’s cries and daddy’s yells. Daddy started coming home late from office, sometimes never at all! Mama grew quieter day by day. Daddy started smelling weird when he came back home from office, he couldn’t walk straight and his speech sounded very different.

One night, daddy came home when I was in my room. I held my Barbie tightly and wished for him and mama to stop fighting. He then came into my room and I never felt happier in my life. My Daddy has come again to read me my favourite bed-time story as before. He sat next to me on my bed, I could smell that weird smell again, but I didn’t care, my Daddy was with me! He stroked my hair and slowly moved closer, I was a little shocked but Daddy’s hugs always cheered me. This time the hug graduated to something else, the pain! I tried screaming out aloud but he stifled my cries, the same strong arms that fought for me once were now holding me down. Waves of pain lashed across my body and when he finally left me, I was too scared to move. Why Why Why?? Why did MY Daddy do this to me?

Daddy visited my room often after that, I did not understand why he hurt me so, maybe I was a bad girl at school and my teacher complained, maybe mama told him that I stole chocolates from the fridge when no one was looking… I will never know. Daddy coming home now made my body shiver, he hit me more than once while punishing me if I did something wrong, my body trembled with fear in his presence. Months became years till I finally figured out how that man had been punishing me!

Fear turned to anger and anger turned to fear again, what if he hurts mama and me? Mama already looks so sad and dejected, if he stops punishing me, maybe he’ll start hurting her more. No, I have to be strong; I have to do the right thing. Monsters like him belong behind bars and deserve the harshest of sentences. For having violated the holiest of relationships with his evil desires, he deserves no mercy.

I have finally told mama and she is shocked! To my amazement, I see a mama that I haven’t seen in a long time. Mama grows stronger as I tell her how daddy’s been punishing me all these years. The anger in her eyes scares me but also fill me with a strong sense of protection. This strength that I have derived from her is now helping me confront him. Mama will never be quiet ever again and he will get what he deserves.

rishvat lene ka aur dene ka!

if any of my family members ever read this, i'd probably be packing for another as Kritya calls "lotta barefeet, sweaty, crowded temple visit". i have just returned from a whirlwind tour of temples spread across south TN and the experrience has opened my eyes to many issues which see me challenging age old rituals in my head... The concept of "rishvat" or bribes seems to be one which has not even spared the Gods of this nation. To firmly root out corruption, one must fear, it could be the fear of a small cell or fear of damnation in hell. But when u belong to a country which consists of people who will travel half way across the world if need be to "Please" their gods for a favour, it gets u thinking, is it possible to actually do so when the ppl hav included the Gods themselves in the loop??

Temples i firmly believe hav become companies that IT majors can compete with nowadays. To believe that God is omnipresent and then pay 100 bucks to get special darshan in a temple u travel miles to get to is a black mark on the millenia old faith. Every temple we went to had some official or the other who asked us for our address to which they could send "Prasad" or blessings for of course appropriate sums. The amounts vary propotionally with the size of the temple and so do the waistlines of the holy men:)

This reminds me of a story by RK Narayanan, which involves the pledging of hair for the quick recovery of a young man. This was pledged when he was incapable of doing anything himself and the ending is quite hilarious. A must read. The concept of karma and dharma have found many interpretations and unfortunately, we i feel have taken one that doesn seem to be doing any good for the needful!

Dreams

Dreams…..

The rain drops fell, the earth reeked of heat and the dust stemmed his breath. The heat was stifling in the room, yet he did not heed it, he could not heed it, he SHOULD not heed it. The sound of laughter breaks the feeble concentration with which he was doing his chores. He peeps, but is extremely cautious because he knows what can happen if he is caught doing so. The seconds blend into minutes and minutes into hours. The grandfather clock strikes regularly and day becomes night.

Stale food, long hours of work and a mat on a cold floor to sleep on. His worldly possessions include the sixty rupees in his small box and the two sets of clothes which don’t fit him anymore.. He gets up earlier than the rest of the house, he sleeps after most have been visited by their favourite dreams.

He works, but he dreams.

His hands are entitled to hold the broom, wash the vessels, scrub the clothes but never to hold a book!!! Never do they use a paintbrush, never are they allowed to be treated as seven year old fingers.

He works, but he dreams.

The days melt, the seasons whither, the years fly. His shoulders broaden, his workload increases manifold. He takes it all without a complaint, he takes the abuse, the accusations, the disgrace..He takes it all with a sturdy face and a strong heart. His fingers ache to do justice, his tongue aches to be let free. He remains silent, he works, but he dreams…

His sixty rupees grows into a respectable amount, his courage increases every time he lays his eyes upon the rising sun. But tongues do babble, his intentions are laid bare to his employers. But still he works and he dreams..

The clock strikes twelve, his eyes finally shut due to the exhaustion they are exposed to.. The clock strikes six and his eyes awaken out of habit rather than intention. But, his box is gone, his money non-existent.. Years of dreaming lost, everything he has lived for has been rendered useless!!! He takes a few minutes to regain control. He starts his daily chores.

He still works, but he doesn’t dream anymore.

Next door the home-maker slips the little box into the cupboard where he can never lay hands on them..

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the previous entry is dedicated to PJ and Veena...though i'm pretty sure they were expecting something a lil different. Like i said.....Life is Variety[:)]

Life is Variety

to be in love is to experience a feeling that isn't expressable. this is what all ppl in love say and i'm o different:). Various aspects of ur character vanish and ur ego is a thing of the past with her. Ur emotions are bound with divine strength to hers and every her every wish is a commandment to u. Her eyes leave you blushing and her smile fills every cell of your body with eternal bliss. Every morning you wake up with her thoughts and go to bed thinking about the wonderful minutes u spent with her that day. Her presence livens ur spirit and it is freed from all the physical and mental constraints we bind it with. But God never gives pleasure without pain.Hell is enclosed i love and only the strongest survive it. With it comes s feeling of inferiority. What if she doesn't like me? What if she finds the relationship monotonous? "What if??" Two words that are capable of ruining everything there is to love. The pain that arrives when ur alone is unimaginable. The curse to see your loved one ignore you is beyond measurment. The agony, the anguish. You dread each day, every minute is a curse and the night is a blessing, because with night comes the darkness. With darkness comes peace, it is a blessing that few ppl understand. True the pain is great and the days you will dread but the joy she gave you is worth any pain. There are a foolish few, who say they shall never love again after experiencing such pain, to them i quote Coelho--" life existed before them and after them, so does love" Accept the fact, let go. But remember there are a few things in life worth fighting for, fight for it if u think it's worth it. Listen to your heart, never be afraid, ignore society, ignore the restraints of civilization. Once you listen to your heart, you become one of God's own children...

Technical difficulties!!!!

gentleman and gentlewomans>>>>it has been a long long time since i blogged... and finally am back..due to technical difficuties like me forgetting my password etc i have stayed off melehogi... Melehogi shall operate now from L-21, SJCEBH, with the huge thing called uday trying to bug me 24/7 and vice versa..i will not be able to blog properly till the 20th of this month owing to Jayciana!!! but after that all my friends better get ready for intro's and enemies beware......
The MASTER is back[yeah right!!!!!](fucking cliche):)
PJ & Veena : this mini post is dedicated to u two....u'll get a major one dedicated to each of u soon>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>asta lavista baby:))))

The story of the psychopathic auto meter and me....

and the saga continues.....
well rohan, krasta,harsha, sunku and i are returning frm nie in a single auto...rohan is wit the auto driver and sunku, harsha and krasta are where the passengers are supposed to be..and i am sitting where no one is supposed to sit..so we are on the way back to college and suddenly i feel a jerk..i thought rohan sat on my shirt but then suddenly i feel another jerk..i turn around and to my horror i find out that my shirt is entagled in the auto meter...we stop the auto in the middle of the road and i take out my shirt...and then the famed wequiz team gets at removing the shirt...10 minutes and a few photos later my shirt is returned to me wit no damages...
HAIL GREYCELL......
btw also thanks to the auto dude...thought he'd charge us extra but then i guess he found it amusing so he just laughed the whole incident away...


PS:the photo was taken on location..tat's my shirt wit me attached to it in one end and the meter in the other...

The story of the psychopathic Auto driver and me….

Well was happy I returned to bang yest.. The weather was as pleasant as ever and theob (anee pooo), Ben(ben) and me were waiting at the prepaid auto stand for an auto back home…

The 1^st sign of abnormality struck me when I tried getting into the fucking vehicle and the driver asks me no to spoil his seat by keeping my luggage on it.. Then starts the humped up journey of ours.. Firstly, he assumes that we are foreigners[fr some god forsaken reason] and then we convince him that we are frm bang. So wat does he do????

He asks us a question: “ which is the person frm bangalore who is the studied the BE engineering in civil and architecture frm a govt college????”

1^st thought: it was the bitch driving the vehicle, then the gq in me told me to say
“Dr. M.Visveswaraya”…this thankfully shut him up for sometime.. Then he starts off abt ppl having no parents and them studying in colleges and that his father was a headmaster and he wanted him to study more but he couldn and more crap like that…

When we were passing through Langford Town, I told Ben that we were doing so and the auto driver tries decoding the secret as to why they named Langford town “Langford town”!!!….then he comes up wit a spelling in which Langford is spelt landford with the ‘D’ being silent… And to add icing to the cake we discover this guy is tamilian and u knw wat theob does after that..Thankfuly we ended the journey there. I got off wit theob and took a cheaper, safer, saner bus home….

Yendaaa Molleeee!!!!!!!!!!

well today turned out to be one of the biggest fiascos of my life...
Circa 2006 ad....
time 13:30 hours
just finished graphics and thought we'll watch a movie but then find out that the timings aren compatible so we decide to skip the movie..

time 15:45....meg wakes me up and tells me the 5 show would be k...

time 16:45...Balaji deluxe where the movie Mixed Doubles is supp to be running acc to TOI(bastards) is playing believe it or not a movie called KAVITHA[A]......nonsensical mallu porn..and there i am standing with 3 guys 3 girls in front of the theatre......

time 16:46...we decide to watch another movie called Huko Deewana something...we go to the theatre and seat our behinds...

time 17:30..the movie finally begins..starts off like shit..no story line but then it had katrina kaif(drooooooooollllll)...but by the interval time i had decided never to watch another hindi movie in my life and the auntis in the row in front movie started giving me dirty looks so i exited the hall.....(btw it's got akshaye kumar grabbing his nads in a scene)

time 19:00....the girls decide to go to a hotel to have dinner.. they move in an auto and we try following them but then land up in another area of mysore....they tell us to come to a place called Navratna and i see a place called navratna a km away and ask the auto dude to stop there.. On reaching the place i find out that the friggin place is Navratna Abharan(a jewellery shop)...so i walk to the hotel finally and thus ended my wednesday..

Advice: Watch KAVITHA[A]..better than the humko deewana shit....

Thankfully the reunion that was organized 4 our college mates turned out to be quite successful. with 39 ppl attending, twa’s fun…the days leading to it saw sui(bird) and me fightin and him proclaiming his undying love for the gang…

D day –1: at 1 in the afternoon sui and me go loafin arnd bang looking for ppl to pay 3 k up somehow…so first stop is St Johns. with the dead bitch acting corkier than ever, we force money outta him and then it’s off to BTM layout where shruthi gives us hard cash(thanfully)….

Then we try contacting lara but she’s somewhere in banashankari and the bird says “why noooo,.let’s go there and collect noooo”….so there begins our brave endeavor…we go through areas we didn’t knw that existed in bang and to top it all the tyre gets punctured in some godforsaken place…by the time we get it fixed, it’s quite late and we ask nerd to put in the rest of the cash and he does. So we rush off to badshah and pay the dude and also eat some spinach thing worth 90 bucks without paying 4 it>>>

D day:t’was real good dun but then some organisms who don’t deserve to live gave haath in the last moment..that way hat’s off to merlyn who came to the reunion with her leg in a cast……I would love to bitch more about the ppl who gave haath but then it would get too dirty...

PS:hope to have another one in 6 months..and we'll let vinyas loose on the ppl who give haath this time...

TECHNOLOGIX 06

3 days of absolute fun. That’s the only way to describe the whole thing. Right from day one where I distributed plates to day three where I did almost nothing. The talks, the paper presentations, the quiz, the informals..(I won 100 bucks here). And I also co set the math informal paper with anee aka theob aka pooooo…pretty ironic considering my mathematical abilities, which are easily surpassed even by a 2^nd grader. Apart frm the obvious fact that I kinda slogged my arse out for this,I also got to know a whole load of seniors. The quiz was filled wit shitty humour that amudha is famous for but hats off to the organizers for such an amazing fest. My business case study was torn in half when I submitted it and I suspect that was the main reason they turned the proposal down.6 fuckin G down the drain thanks to my humped up handwriting…will try improving in time for the IEEE fest though. let’s wait and see.

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The Chronicles Of Hernia.(tm-lesbo)

Well a mistake committed by my friends and me was to watch the chronicles of narnia.. I mean it’s not a bad movie but it’s a kiddie’s movie and 18 yr olds aren usually called kids .But thanks to doc karnad, the day turned memorable for us. The Gay Thing(vasu) and doc turn up late and I had been assigned the task of getting the to the where we were sitting. First arrive the gat thing, the aunty next to me gives me dirty looks and I get him. Ten minutes later the doc calls up and tells he’s waiting at the entrance to the cinema hall and I try my previous route out when the formidable aunty there rebuffs me and asks me to climb over the seats instead.. so I do that and considering my height that was a mission well done. I go down the 3 bloody floors and come up wit him. Doc loses sight of me in the movie hall and I had to wave my mobile like a lighthouse to get him to where we are sitting. Now comes the best part: karnad, the embodiment of knowledge on this planet seats himself next to the aunty previously mentioned and takes her to be one of us. Ten seconds into the scene, he starts tapping her and says: “who’s this??”, this is repeated twice and then he renews his tapping with a kind of pat pata pat on her shoulders (thank god he didn’t aim for the torso region!!) and she says “pardon”, I immediately get a hold on the situation and the scene was so funny I nearly bit my finger off tryin to laugh and also molested vasu(not literally),just assumed his leg to be mine and started hitting it..

Do we need more proof as to prove the non-existence of brains in the particular organism discussed???? I leave it to u to answer through ur comments.

[Btw he’s grown a French beard which makes him look intelligent.. now that’s the problem, ppl ask him questions they would usually ask a person with something in their cranium and our pal just blinks away to glory at these times]

THE MISSING LINK??

The one in the middle is the much acclaimed teacher.

Am back….well after the first sem exams excluding Workshop which I am sure to fail, I have now decided to blog about something that has been on my mind for quite sometime. This involves a teacher or at least he claims to be one. He was apparently my workshop teacher. My panga with him is simple. After slogging my arse out(literally) in the workshop for a sem and religiously writin my record and the bloody friggin workshop diary he gave me a 19 in workshop when ppl with models looking like the island country of Sri Lanka got more. His famous sayings include “U think I am temprovary teacher, no I am gourment pernament teacher” and “I am givings u marks at great personal risks”. These are not spelling mistakes noble readers, but my attempt to put his words in the English language. So that day went by with me learning to curse in two new languages just to use it on him….sorry for the pretty boring article but I guess I lost my venom over the month between the occurring of this incident and this publication.

with great "POWER" ,comes great "RESPONISIBILITY"..........and hopefully KIRSTEN DUNST too..

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