Wednesday, June 25, 2008


Its indeed a thin line between being adventurous and just being plain stupid .
It was the maddening rain that prompted our 24 year old bodies tired after a long gruesome day of being software engineers into the adventurous mode. The mere thought of rain on our faces and cold wind on our hairs propelled us to ride on our bikes in that heavy rain. So we started our 20 kilometer ride back home with no helmets ,no rain coats and nothing but our two well oiled machines with a very interesting history of failed brakes.
Rain bring songs to the heart, retracing the old melodies and re-creating the feeling of being close to the nature. So we continued our journey in that near zero percent visbility night ,battling the heavy and painful raindrops and cold winds with old songs on our lips and small beautiful lights in front of us .
The first thing I could make out in that muddy pool was that those beautiful lights were from a eight wheeled monster and that it had with utmost compassion drove us into the mud pile by the side.Brave are those who face adversities with head held high .We thought we were brave and a lorry was not going to dent our courage .Inspite of the slight bruises we had, we decided to act brave (foolish).You know what,it always works in movies.
The lorry ordeal did shake us and forced us change gears to circumspect mode .To accompany the rising fear inside the ‘acting brave’ comrades,there was this strong wind making it difficult to even keep the eyes open.
This time we were not drawn into any puddle by monster trucks ,but found ourselves a way into a water pool. If lady luck smiled on us the last time then this time she didn’t give a damn. Anyhow we had no more doubts regarding the rest of the journey because a broken silencer filled with water cleared it all for us.

  • Seven was the number of kilometers we had to push our bikes in that bloody rain to reach home .
  • Two was the no of hours it took.
  • Three was the number of flying squads that stopped us to check whether we were anti social elements.
  • One was the number of thousands it took to repair our bikes.
  • Infinity was the number of times we swore at each other that night for taking that idiotic trip

Friday, June 20, 2008

Wailing Idiot

We always let time do the trick for us. We wait and wait with the perseverance of a cat for the right time hoping it will erase all the awful memories and everything else.We anticipate that the time will bring a tide so strong that it will carry us to cheerfulness and brightness leaving behind the dreadfulness. We do nothing except the waiting.
I am now treading along a fallow path . I stutter and stammer like a toddler on his maiden journey. But still I didn’t give up. How could I give up when there are expectations upon me, responsibilities on my shoulder and moreover unfinished business. When tiredness creeps into my soul and immobilizes my legs, it is the thought of things to do that keeps me moving.

Dasavatharam-The story of disappointment

2 hours in the queue to buy the ticket and another hour long queue to get into the theatre bought me a seat ,just a spitting distance away from the screen in the cramped Ajantha theatre.But hey ,wats three hours of standing and infinite pushing and swearing at complete strangers compared to a second day ticket for the hugely hyped,highly awaiten movie DASAVATHARAM.That was my mindset when I rested my buttocks for the first time in three hours in that uncomfortable seat.

Three hours later , I left that mess of a theatre with a daunting back pain and infinitely small bug bites all over my body and moreover and most importantly with a heavy ,sad heart coz my favourite actor of all times failed me big time.I couldn’t believe the fact that such an immensely talented script writer could go so awry with a headless plot,such a wonderful technician would give his thumbs up to such a third class special effects and that the multi talented actor could go for a movie with the sole aim of creating a world record and nothing else.One too many waste characters and an irritating chiruppy ASIN with seriously questionable acting skills didn’t add one bit for the grace of the movie. Cinematography was good but the specials effects ruined that feel good factor also”.

The only people who didn’t disappoint me in the movie was kamal the actor in some roles and Hemesh Reshamiyya ,the music director.Hemesh was at his usual best with soul less songs,boring tunes and irritating music and that was what I exactly expected from him. JAnd kamal the actor was simply stunning in his portrayal of 12 century priest ,the fumbling CBI officer and as the terrorist .Rest of his characters were simply forgettable .

At the end of the movie ,I felt hugely disappointed for this is not one expects from the king of indan cinema.