Thursday, December 18, 2008
Friday, October 26, 2007
Chaotic
I'm exhausted . I'm terribly sleep deprived. I'm confused . I'm worried . I'm idling. I need to be working. I can sense time ticking away . I've put up a post-it , it reads -" DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME . TOO MUCH WORK ON HAND ". I look at it , but choose to ignore it. I spend nights discussing non-issues. I need rest. I need nourishment. I need to exercise a bit more , too much flab accumulating. I need to talk to the Dean. I need to sort out deals. I need to work smart. Oh my god !! where's all the time gone ?! I need to mug for my exams. I need to attend classes , oh fuck I just might be short of attendance. I need to focus on my B.Tech project. I need to breathe. I need to shatter this whole facade of strength . I can't always appear to be calm and composed when I actually am not. I need to freak out more often. Am I too uptight?! Am I a 40-year old flustering inside the body of a soon to be 22-year old ? Am I a good boy ? Where is this rage coming from ? Where's life taking me ? Will I make it ? So many questions . The unpredictability is getting to me . I am drifting , I can feel it ; I can only hope that I drift to a nice place.
Ladies and Gentleman . 4th and final year at IIT Madras. Eye opener.
Ladies and Gentleman . 4th and final year at IIT Madras. Eye opener.
Friday, July 13, 2007
8RF
I've been tagged by my buddy Czar.
Here are the rules:
1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged
Now that most of you would've had a good laugh after the GET OUT TRIP , time to dazzle you and simultaneously oblige my friend's tag. Here goes.
8 Random Facts about moi:
1. I CANNOT SWALLOW TABLETS. Not for anything in this world. The pill doesn't just go in and I don't know why. Give me a nice, yummy Cadbury's Eclair and I'll gulp it down in one go; hand me an ordinary paracetamol and I'll sniffle and kick-up a fuss which can't even be matched by my 6 year-old cousin. I prefer to stay healthy and if I do fall sick and am forced to take the bitter pill, I BITE IT and CHEW IT. To the uninitiated to this sickly act , you've got to try it, it'll blow your mind away. I remember being hospitalised at the institute hospital for a bout of amoebiasis ; the unsuspecting nurse handed me the pill and I chomped it down , poor lady was aghast and almost threw up. And was the bloody pill bitter or what !! I'm so scared of pills that I pray that I don't grow old and sick and forced to take tons of medication , I'd rather join the Jihad , whack Bush and go away peacefully.
The most Bitter Pill I've chewed on is CIPLOX TZ , beer would taste like honey if you can chew this one.
The most pleasant pill I've chewed on is SPORALAC , which tastes like banana custard.
2. I also happen to be EMETOPHOBIC , that is , I have a morbid fear of vomiting. I find the whole reverse digestion process , food coming back up your gullet and nose routine absolutely unbearable. Anything that makes me puke goes out of my list. For example , I got really and I mean really drunk on Vodka early in my 6th sem and then puked like 10 times in 6 hours , haven't touched the vile drink ever since. Almost had a similar incident with beer , and I was so desperate not to kick beer out so I got busy with a lemon and amrutanjan till the nausea subsided.
3. I am shit scared of little dogs especially poms. Everytime I am near a little dog , I get macabre thoughts of the irate( read 'hot') dog chowing down on my hot dog and have my family jewels for dessert. Plus being witness to my pal getting bit on his inner thigh by his "dearest little buddy" didn't help either.
4. I am an ardent, fervent , immense , humongous, gargantuan fan of Megastar Chiranjeevi's movie "Indra" , must've seen it like 12 times in my last semester. Chiranjeevi just pours himself into the role of Indrasena Reddy and the testosterone and adrenaline rush that his dialogues generate match none , well maybe a bungee jump. To realize what I mean try this . Ever seen or done something that makes the hair on your neck stiff and give you absolute goosebumps, well now you're getting close.In fact , the Megastar Chiranjeevi community in my orkut communities is the only one that points to my proud telugu roots.
5. This one's gonna shake the foundations for all the people who know me for the perv that I am. Until my 8th standard I thought your pee contains your "little soldiers"
and that you got to "whee!!" in the lady's "V" to get her preggo ( no chappals ladies !! sandals and designer Louis Vuittons would do!!). And then came the enlightening "Life Processes" chapters in class 9 and 10 which set the facts right. There's been no looking back ever since.
6. I have a thing for reptiles. If there's anything reptile-related running on Animal Planet or Discovery then I wouldn't change the channel even if Heidi Klum came strutting down the staircase and sat next to me in the wonderful piece of lingerie she wore for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in December 2003. This affliction for the slithery creatures started with fear. I used to have frequent nightmares usually with the Spitting Cobra or The African Mamba as my evil nemesis , I usually got chased down to the edge of a cliff by the ruddy reptile and then due to the fear of getting bitten I'd jump and wake up. So I decided the only way to get rid of it was to educate myself and that's how it all started. I've seen and read enough about them.I strongly suggest Harry Potter try this out , he'd sit with Voldemort and his Basilisk and have an animated conversation while smoking the hookah.
7. I have an uncanny knack for remembering names and faces. If you have left an indelible impression on my mind then you aren't getting out of there that easily. The aforementioned Heidi Klum reference can be cited as a class example. An addition to this enviable skill is my ability to make "marked men" out of people who've let me down at some instant of time by their incompetency or malingering , such people would definitely be able to testify for this fact when they're done meeting me for a favor later.
8. I am a good cook . Not the 2 minute Maggi noodles type. The cut the onions, shred the coriander but pick the white flowers out to keep your stomach tapeworm-free, clean the chicken , crack the eggs and beat them to uniform thickness type. I can make some lip-smacking chicken curry and scrambled egg. Plus I like training myself when I'm home , taking tips from my mom . The latest thing I've been working on is the Dum Biryani. I'm not too confident that the lady of my life's going to be a gourmet chef (sigh!!). And the way to my heart is definitely through my stomach , extremely capricious stomach that too. So if she can't do it , I'll do it myself plus you cannot possibly discount the fringe benefits you'd get for feeding your woman ;) eh eh !!
Adios !!
Aaaaaaaaaand now I tag Aditi, Dharik , Ducky, Baille , Spanks , Dopey , KV and Rucha
Here are the rules:
1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged
Now that most of you would've had a good laugh after the GET OUT TRIP , time to dazzle you and simultaneously oblige my friend's tag. Here goes.
8 Random Facts about moi:
1. I CANNOT SWALLOW TABLETS. Not for anything in this world. The pill doesn't just go in and I don't know why. Give me a nice, yummy Cadbury's Eclair and I'll gulp it down in one go; hand me an ordinary paracetamol and I'll sniffle and kick-up a fuss which can't even be matched by my 6 year-old cousin. I prefer to stay healthy and if I do fall sick and am forced to take the bitter pill, I BITE IT and CHEW IT. To the uninitiated to this sickly act , you've got to try it, it'll blow your mind away. I remember being hospitalised at the institute hospital for a bout of amoebiasis ; the unsuspecting nurse handed me the pill and I chomped it down , poor lady was aghast and almost threw up. And was the bloody pill bitter or what !! I'm so scared of pills that I pray that I don't grow old and sick and forced to take tons of medication , I'd rather join the Jihad , whack Bush and go away peacefully.
The most Bitter Pill I've chewed on is CIPLOX TZ , beer would taste like honey if you can chew this one.
The most pleasant pill I've chewed on is SPORALAC , which tastes like banana custard.
2. I also happen to be EMETOPHOBIC , that is , I have a morbid fear of vomiting. I find the whole reverse digestion process , food coming back up your gullet and nose routine absolutely unbearable. Anything that makes me puke goes out of my list. For example , I got really and I mean really drunk on Vodka early in my 6th sem and then puked like 10 times in 6 hours , haven't touched the vile drink ever since. Almost had a similar incident with beer , and I was so desperate not to kick beer out so I got busy with a lemon and amrutanjan till the nausea subsided.
3. I am shit scared of little dogs especially poms. Everytime I am near a little dog , I get macabre thoughts of the irate( read 'hot') dog chowing down on my hot dog and have my family jewels for dessert. Plus being witness to my pal getting bit on his inner thigh by his "dearest little buddy" didn't help either.
4. I am an ardent, fervent , immense , humongous, gargantuan fan of Megastar Chiranjeevi's movie "Indra" , must've seen it like 12 times in my last semester. Chiranjeevi just pours himself into the role of Indrasena Reddy and the testosterone and adrenaline rush that his dialogues generate match none , well maybe a bungee jump. To realize what I mean try this . Ever seen or done something that makes the hair on your neck stiff and give you absolute goosebumps, well now you're getting close.In fact , the Megastar Chiranjeevi community in my orkut communities is the only one that points to my proud telugu roots.
5. This one's gonna shake the foundations for all the people who know me for the perv that I am. Until my 8th standard I thought your pee contains your "little soldiers"
and that you got to "whee!!" in the lady's "V" to get her preggo ( no chappals ladies !! sandals and designer Louis Vuittons would do!!). And then came the enlightening "Life Processes" chapters in class 9 and 10 which set the facts right. There's been no looking back ever since.
6. I have a thing for reptiles. If there's anything reptile-related running on Animal Planet or Discovery then I wouldn't change the channel even if Heidi Klum came strutting down the staircase and sat next to me in the wonderful piece of lingerie she wore for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in December 2003. This affliction for the slithery creatures started with fear. I used to have frequent nightmares usually with the Spitting Cobra or The African Mamba as my evil nemesis , I usually got chased down to the edge of a cliff by the ruddy reptile and then due to the fear of getting bitten I'd jump and wake up. So I decided the only way to get rid of it was to educate myself and that's how it all started. I've seen and read enough about them.I strongly suggest Harry Potter try this out , he'd sit with Voldemort and his Basilisk and have an animated conversation while smoking the hookah.
7. I have an uncanny knack for remembering names and faces. If you have left an indelible impression on my mind then you aren't getting out of there that easily. The aforementioned Heidi Klum reference can be cited as a class example. An addition to this enviable skill is my ability to make "marked men" out of people who've let me down at some instant of time by their incompetency or malingering , such people would definitely be able to testify for this fact when they're done meeting me for a favor later.
8. I am a good cook . Not the 2 minute Maggi noodles type. The cut the onions, shred the coriander but pick the white flowers out to keep your stomach tapeworm-free, clean the chicken , crack the eggs and beat them to uniform thickness type. I can make some lip-smacking chicken curry and scrambled egg. Plus I like training myself when I'm home , taking tips from my mom . The latest thing I've been working on is the Dum Biryani. I'm not too confident that the lady of my life's going to be a gourmet chef (sigh!!). And the way to my heart is definitely through my stomach , extremely capricious stomach that too. So if she can't do it , I'll do it myself plus you cannot possibly discount the fringe benefits you'd get for feeding your woman ;) eh eh !!
Adios !!
Aaaaaaaaaand now I tag Aditi, Dharik , Ducky, Baille , Spanks , Dopey , KV and Rucha
Thursday, July 12, 2007
GET OUT TRIP
The story starts out with two very alacritous action-deprived youth blighted with ennui induced by sedentary work(or the lack of it) making up their minds to do something different.Ergo starts the search for greener pastures; strangely enough the young men reside amidst sylvan surroundings far away from the usual humdrum and they decide to head to the concrete jungle in search of , you got it , greener pastures.
The preparations are made; the pills are popped , the bowels are cleansed , the armpits are deodorized, the facial hair is shed , the underwear is changed , the paunch is tucked , the customary pleasantries with the sweet shop seth around the corner are exchanged. Then starts the long agonizing wait for the public transport to arrive. What do you do when you're forced to wait for the bus to arrive?? Try imitating the cow down the road, pop in the gum and get bovine on it , CHEW THE CUD. The wait continues. The bus tests their patience; their bowels on the verge of impending doom thanks to some "purgative palak paneer" they'd indulged in the earlier night, fie on mess food!! "Is the goddam pill working ?Do we head back home?" They can hear the ceramic pot enclosed in that 4 feet by 6 feet dingy corner of "HOME" calling to them. Calling to them like Mena Suvari in the "American Beauty", calling to them like "The One Ring" calls evil Smeagol aka Gollum in "LOTR". They decide against it, let's live dangerously they decide. This negative train of thought's brought to an end by the arrival of the bus.
The journey's uneventful , the pill's working (thank god!!).Arrive at the station, time now for a trip in the auto. The auto-wallah is a grumbling cuss who manages to attend to all the itches on his body during the bargain session which lasts all of two minutes resulting in the meek capitulation of our young men. Where art they headed? Fergusson College , Pune's very own purple patch. Boys alight from their vehicle , dressed confidently in formal wear , with high hopes ,with unabated confidence, with raging inspiration percolating in incessant perspiration. One of these two bright young guys had indulged in a very insightful conversation with his colleagues, who'd pointed to "APACHE The Fluid Lounge" conveniently terming it the oasis in the purple patch. "The 'Fluid' Lounge" , wow !! the guy who came up with the epithet surely must have had a 'seminal' epiphany. Back to the story now, the boys head in , the place's vacant . Time now for the dudes to exchange sheepish expressions "Where be the schwiiiiing?"( Word of advise, people who persist to read this blog ought to watch "Wayne's World" and idolize Garth and his talismanic "Schwiiiing"). "Too early da !!". They decide to head to the Indian Coffee shop round the corner ,ergo enter Cafe Coffee Day outlet :D. One Chicken Tikka Super Sandwich, One Chicken Burger , One Cafe Mocha , One Piping Hot tongue-singing Cappuccino and two hours of shameless ogling later you'd imagine the boys to be spent men. But NO !! " NO ! NO ! NO! NO! NO!" as James Hetfield puts it. This was the appetizer, they've only whetted their appetite, the main course's yet to follow; well that's what the usually bovine, phlegmatic and perceived-to-be anything but prurient one of the duo thought so. Coffee done , its dark outside , the lounge must have got greener or purpler(heck! whatever !).
Enter APACHE, they head upstairs. The GOOD boy lays eyes on a WOMAN , beats the other to a vantage position to lech from. The defeated is not to be ; the WOMAN starts yacking and he's left wondering whether its Gujurati , Marathi or plain sugar-free gibberish, but the defeated does admit,the WOMAN was full of "IT". Time to order. 2 pints of Kingfisher's finest beer plus a plate of Chicken Tikka side dish. Order arrives, CHEERS, the good guy bravely takes a swig of the effervescent fluid and grimaces. Meanwhile the other chap's downed the goods in a gulp and is impatient for the barbecued formerly winged-one to arrive. The grimacing continues, much to the vexation of the famished one who volunteers to empty the bottle. Another swig and he's done with the sucker. A minute goes by , another goes by, and finally its ten minutes. The guzzler realizes he's just done two pints on an empty stomach. OK !! before all you seasoned chaps out there get all judgmental about the 5% v/v drink , try doing two pints on an empty stomach post over-night "purging" and consequent sleep deprivation , I dare thee!! The guzzler starts feeling swingy, he's Elvis now , Jumping Jack Jithendra next , the WOMAN blabbering the gibberish is the temptress Rekha . And then comes the "CALL OF K'THE LOO'". This is one thing that the guzzler hates about the wholesome goodness of the fermented barley elixir, when it makes him resort to some bacchanalian Shakespearian " To pee or not to pee , THAT is INDEED THE question ." Trip to the loo , wheeeeeeee !! Back upstairs , pay the bill , get out . Oh crap ! I've got to pee , second trip to the loo , wheeeeee !! Meanwhile ,the GOOD boy is having an awesome time cracking up at the guzzler's condition. The guzzler comes back , he's famished and high ,the duo head to the Udupi restaurant right across the college and settle in.Two WOMEN sit on the table next to them. In a moment of sheer beer-driven bravado the guzzler turns to the beau on the adjacent table - "Hate to bother you!! How do we get to the station? Is it more economical , ergo advisable to take the bus from that bus stop over there." Pretty WOMAN bulbs, replies "I don't know!!" . " Tsk tsk !!Poor thing!! Hope her earnest wish which she took the trouble to print out on the skin-tight tee shirt comes true" wonders the guzzler. The t-shirt reads "I wish these were my brains" :D ( I swear !! So much for stereotypes). The order arrives.Done with eating the rava dosa and paying the bill , guzzler has a very "pressing" impediment , another trip to the loo , wheeeeeeee !! Amidst the throes of involuntary fluid expulsion, the guzzler is quite content and happy,he lets go an emphatic sigh " TOTALLY WORTH IT !!"
END OF STORY :D
(The story might seem quite anticlimactic but the events following the final trip to the "SAFE HAVEN" are BORRRIIIIIIIING , hence the author has conveniently excluded them.)
The preparations are made; the pills are popped , the bowels are cleansed , the armpits are deodorized, the facial hair is shed , the underwear is changed , the paunch is tucked , the customary pleasantries with the sweet shop seth around the corner are exchanged. Then starts the long agonizing wait for the public transport to arrive. What do you do when you're forced to wait for the bus to arrive?? Try imitating the cow down the road, pop in the gum and get bovine on it , CHEW THE CUD. The wait continues. The bus tests their patience; their bowels on the verge of impending doom thanks to some "purgative palak paneer" they'd indulged in the earlier night, fie on mess food!! "Is the goddam pill working ?Do we head back home?" They can hear the ceramic pot enclosed in that 4 feet by 6 feet dingy corner of "HOME" calling to them. Calling to them like Mena Suvari in the "American Beauty", calling to them like "The One Ring" calls evil Smeagol aka Gollum in "LOTR". They decide against it, let's live dangerously they decide. This negative train of thought's brought to an end by the arrival of the bus.
The journey's uneventful , the pill's working (thank god!!).Arrive at the station, time now for a trip in the auto. The auto-wallah is a grumbling cuss who manages to attend to all the itches on his body during the bargain session which lasts all of two minutes resulting in the meek capitulation of our young men. Where art they headed? Fergusson College , Pune's very own purple patch. Boys alight from their vehicle , dressed confidently in formal wear , with high hopes ,with unabated confidence, with raging inspiration percolating in incessant perspiration. One of these two bright young guys had indulged in a very insightful conversation with his colleagues, who'd pointed to "APACHE The Fluid Lounge" conveniently terming it the oasis in the purple patch. "The 'Fluid' Lounge" , wow !! the guy who came up with the epithet surely must have had a 'seminal' epiphany. Back to the story now, the boys head in , the place's vacant . Time now for the dudes to exchange sheepish expressions "Where be the schwiiiiing?"( Word of advise, people who persist to read this blog ought to watch "Wayne's World" and idolize Garth and his talismanic "Schwiiiing"). "Too early da !!". They decide to head to the Indian Coffee shop round the corner ,ergo enter Cafe Coffee Day outlet :D. One Chicken Tikka Super Sandwich, One Chicken Burger , One Cafe Mocha , One Piping Hot tongue-singing Cappuccino and two hours of shameless ogling later you'd imagine the boys to be spent men. But NO !! " NO ! NO ! NO! NO! NO!" as James Hetfield puts it. This was the appetizer, they've only whetted their appetite, the main course's yet to follow; well that's what the usually bovine, phlegmatic and perceived-to-be anything but prurient one of the duo thought so. Coffee done , its dark outside , the lounge must have got greener or purpler(heck! whatever !).
Enter APACHE, they head upstairs. The GOOD boy lays eyes on a WOMAN , beats the other to a vantage position to lech from. The defeated is not to be ; the WOMAN starts yacking and he's left wondering whether its Gujurati , Marathi or plain sugar-free gibberish, but the defeated does admit,the WOMAN was full of "IT". Time to order. 2 pints of Kingfisher's finest beer plus a plate of Chicken Tikka side dish. Order arrives, CHEERS, the good guy bravely takes a swig of the effervescent fluid and grimaces. Meanwhile the other chap's downed the goods in a gulp and is impatient for the barbecued formerly winged-one to arrive. The grimacing continues, much to the vexation of the famished one who volunteers to empty the bottle. Another swig and he's done with the sucker. A minute goes by , another goes by, and finally its ten minutes. The guzzler realizes he's just done two pints on an empty stomach. OK !! before all you seasoned chaps out there get all judgmental about the 5% v/v drink , try doing two pints on an empty stomach post over-night "purging" and consequent sleep deprivation , I dare thee!! The guzzler starts feeling swingy, he's Elvis now , Jumping Jack Jithendra next , the WOMAN blabbering the gibberish is the temptress Rekha . And then comes the "CALL OF K'THE LOO'". This is one thing that the guzzler hates about the wholesome goodness of the fermented barley elixir, when it makes him resort to some bacchanalian Shakespearian " To pee or not to pee , THAT is INDEED THE question ." Trip to the loo , wheeeeeeee !! Back upstairs , pay the bill , get out . Oh crap ! I've got to pee , second trip to the loo , wheeeeee !! Meanwhile ,the GOOD boy is having an awesome time cracking up at the guzzler's condition. The guzzler comes back , he's famished and high ,the duo head to the Udupi restaurant right across the college and settle in.Two WOMEN sit on the table next to them. In a moment of sheer beer-driven bravado the guzzler turns to the beau on the adjacent table - "Hate to bother you!! How do we get to the station? Is it more economical , ergo advisable to take the bus from that bus stop over there." Pretty WOMAN bulbs, replies "I don't know!!" . " Tsk tsk !!Poor thing!! Hope her earnest wish which she took the trouble to print out on the skin-tight tee shirt comes true" wonders the guzzler. The t-shirt reads "I wish these were my brains" :D ( I swear !! So much for stereotypes). The order arrives.Done with eating the rava dosa and paying the bill , guzzler has a very "pressing" impediment , another trip to the loo , wheeeeeeee !! Amidst the throes of involuntary fluid expulsion, the guzzler is quite content and happy,he lets go an emphatic sigh " TOTALLY WORTH IT !!"
END OF STORY :D
(The story might seem quite anticlimactic but the events following the final trip to the "SAFE HAVEN" are BORRRIIIIIIIING , hence the author has conveniently excluded them.)
Friday, July 6, 2007
DIE HARD 4.0
Yes people !! I am about indulge in one of my favorite pastimes , commenting and usually lambasting movies ( only there's less of the mouth this time , more of my fingers ). After a series of forgetful movie misadventures topped off by a horrendous catastrophe titled oh-so-unforgettably as JHOOM BARABAR JHOOM , I've finally managed to watch an absolute paisa-vasool movie , DIE HARD 4.0 shwiiiiiiing (you didn't get that , then go watch "Wayne's World")
Die Hard , oh Die Hard , what can I possibly say about Die Hard ?! I know !! I know !!
Move over Clark Kent , Peter Parker , John McClane's back and he's kicking some mean terrorist ass , make that e-terrorist ass for this sequel. Bruce Willis is back ladies and gentleman and how ?! Bruce just makes the whole getting hurt and bleeding to death routine seem oh-so-cool. He's like" Hey cmon now !! Let's jump out of a speeding car after calculating the trajectory of the car as it launches off the tool-booth at the end of the tunnel and smothers a helicopter with the evil dude's "flexible" lackies ? Aaaaand in the process if we do happen to end up needing a skin graft shaven oh-so-selectively from either of our inner thighs , we're cool with that .BUT THE BAD GUY'S JUST GOTTA GO "
Bruce Willis' demeanor throughout the movie makes it just seem so veritable. The occasional wisecracks , the resonant tone , the 2 day stubble ( on the head as well) , everything contributes to his macho-man image.I mean , you've got to hand it to the dude , there has to be something cool about him ; middle-aged-but-still-hot-and-taut Demi Moore's his ex-wife and the 55 year old Papa of three's now dating a 23-year old Playboy model , plus he's getting paid some 22 odd million US $ for the movie with additional income in the form of a percentage of the total influx. He must've got something right. Bruce also proves the fact that bald guys have more testosterone (the 23-year old Playboy model helps I guess). So fellow thinning-on-the-head Mintop-solution applying mofos, chill !! We shall prevail !! Take everything Leave Nothing !! Aaaaaaaaaarrrr !! Oops wrong movie....
OK !! Enough said about the bald dude with the attitude . I am not the kind of guy who ruins movies for other expectant viewers. I shall just enlighten you with a few highlights of the movie , things you've got to keep your eyes peeled for. Now the ladies reading this , I need to remind you - I'M NOT A PIG , I'M A VIRILE MALE SO I TEND DO NOTICE SOMETHINGS MORE THAN YOU DO
1. Maggie Q as Mai , the Asian Kung Fu chick with the sexy voice
2. Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Lucy McClane , her brief appearance keeps you occupied and yes she's a mean ass-whooping vixen like her old man, you might have seen her in "Sky High" ( if you actually bothered to watch the movie. I did cause it had Kelly Preston in it, John Travolta's lovely luscious lady)
3. Timothy Oliphant as the evil Thomas Gabriel,in what I believe is his most boring role to date , the dude was just so friggin brilliant as Elisha Cuthbert's agent in "The Girl Next Door"
4. The F-35 Raptor hunting John McClane sequence
5. John McClane in the cooling shaft fighting the nimble French dude sequence. I feel sorry for the chap , he had so much potential but he liked to show off. Reminds me of someone.
6. And the clincher has to be the John McClane - Sexy-voiced-lady fight where he insouciantly heaves the lady onto a set of storage racks after getting his ass handed to him ; and then revels at the vestiges of that asian-roughing up act viz. some wispy tufts of shampooed hair . The "Jeepers Creepers" dude's reaction cracked me up.
In conclusion , a great movie to watch. Go watch it and PLEASE DON'T TAKE YOUR GIRLS with you unless you're planning to do something rough in the night. (I just had to do that :P )
Die Hard , oh Die Hard , what can I possibly say about Die Hard ?! I know !! I know !!
Move over Clark Kent , Peter Parker , John McClane's back and he's kicking some mean terrorist ass , make that e-terrorist ass for this sequel. Bruce Willis is back ladies and gentleman and how ?! Bruce just makes the whole getting hurt and bleeding to death routine seem oh-so-cool. He's like" Hey cmon now !! Let's jump out of a speeding car after calculating the trajectory of the car as it launches off the tool-booth at the end of the tunnel and smothers a helicopter with the evil dude's "flexible" lackies ? Aaaaand in the process if we do happen to end up needing a skin graft shaven oh-so-selectively from either of our inner thighs , we're cool with that .BUT THE BAD GUY'S JUST GOTTA GO "
Bruce Willis' demeanor throughout the movie makes it just seem so veritable. The occasional wisecracks , the resonant tone , the 2 day stubble ( on the head as well) , everything contributes to his macho-man image.I mean , you've got to hand it to the dude , there has to be something cool about him ; middle-aged-but-still-hot-and-taut Demi Moore's his ex-wife and the 55 year old Papa of three's now dating a 23-year old Playboy model , plus he's getting paid some 22 odd million US $ for the movie with additional income in the form of a percentage of the total influx. He must've got something right. Bruce also proves the fact that bald guys have more testosterone (the 23-year old Playboy model helps I guess). So fellow thinning-on-the-head Mintop-solution applying mofos, chill !! We shall prevail !! Take everything Leave Nothing !! Aaaaaaaaaarrrr !! Oops wrong movie....
OK !! Enough said about the bald dude with the attitude . I am not the kind of guy who ruins movies for other expectant viewers. I shall just enlighten you with a few highlights of the movie , things you've got to keep your eyes peeled for. Now the ladies reading this , I need to remind you - I'M NOT A PIG , I'M A VIRILE MALE SO I TEND DO NOTICE SOMETHINGS MORE THAN YOU DO
1. Maggie Q as Mai , the Asian Kung Fu chick with the sexy voice
2. Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Lucy McClane , her brief appearance keeps you occupied and yes she's a mean ass-whooping vixen like her old man, you might have seen her in "Sky High" ( if you actually bothered to watch the movie. I did cause it had Kelly Preston in it, John Travolta's lovely luscious lady)
3. Timothy Oliphant as the evil Thomas Gabriel,in what I believe is his most boring role to date , the dude was just so friggin brilliant as Elisha Cuthbert's agent in "The Girl Next Door"
4. The F-35 Raptor hunting John McClane sequence
5. John McClane in the cooling shaft fighting the nimble French dude sequence. I feel sorry for the chap , he had so much potential but he liked to show off. Reminds me of someone.
6. And the clincher has to be the John McClane - Sexy-voiced-lady fight where he insouciantly heaves the lady onto a set of storage racks after getting his ass handed to him ; and then revels at the vestiges of that asian-roughing up act viz. some wispy tufts of shampooed hair . The "Jeepers Creepers" dude's reaction cracked me up.
In conclusion , a great movie to watch. Go watch it and PLEASE DON'T TAKE YOUR GIRLS with you unless you're planning to do something rough in the night. (I just had to do that :P )
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Formal Wear
It's been close to 6 weeks since I've started working as an intern at the Engineering Research Center , TATA Motors , Pune and by god am I exasperated or what !! The work is dull and mundane ; the project guide is a rotund , little dude with a cool-dude attitude who's lately been turning into a very irksome gremlin , you know - " A thorn in my side "," the blister on my ass " - I guess you'd get the idea by now. Well anyways now that I've vented out my frustrations regarding my guide in a very Rushdiesque sentence, back to the topic.
The only thing I've liked about working as an intern is: the FORMAL WEAR. Formal wear kicks ass . Nothing beats wearing a crisply pressed Herringbone Patterned Colorplus Shirt paired with a Wills lycra formals ( I wish I could endorse them :P). I take my own sweet time getting into the outfit , adjusting the tuck so the minute paunch doesn't show :D , admiring my polished appearance in stark contrast to the grease-monkey rocker appearance I maintain at college. I love formal wear. Wonder why Clark Kent prefers to strip them formals off to unleash a red brief on a spandex suit and an equally gawdy red cape to stop the boom crane from smothering a buxom blonde when he could do the same retaining them formals ? The blonde can go bust(no pun intended) her own burglars , I'm Superman only when I feel like it and that's when I ain't wearing any riding-up-my-ass 'crotch'ety underwear over a 'happy' suit.
The only thing I've liked about working as an intern is: the FORMAL WEAR. Formal wear kicks ass . Nothing beats wearing a crisply pressed Herringbone Patterned Colorplus Shirt paired with a Wills lycra formals ( I wish I could endorse them :P). I take my own sweet time getting into the outfit , adjusting the tuck so the minute paunch doesn't show :D , admiring my polished appearance in stark contrast to the grease-monkey rocker appearance I maintain at college. I love formal wear. Wonder why Clark Kent prefers to strip them formals off to unleash a red brief on a spandex suit and an equally gawdy red cape to stop the boom crane from smothering a buxom blonde when he could do the same retaining them formals ? The blonde can go bust(no pun intended) her own burglars , I'm Superman only when I feel like it and that's when I ain't wearing any riding-up-my-ass 'crotch'ety underwear over a 'happy' suit.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Goosebumps !!
After much deliberation, I've finally decided to take the leap into the vastly variegated world of blogging. Far too long have I had the misconception that blogging is an exercise of ostentation and blatant showmanship ; but as I sit here resting my hands on my lovely black Logitech keyboard I can see new doors open , new frontiers to explore , new opinions and viewpoints to express and that sets them GOOSEBUMPS running all over me .
Music is something that I appreciate a LOT and PEOPLE would agree with that . My day starts off with me waking up , turning on my computer , going to the quicklaunch bar , clicking on iTunes and then diligently listening to whatever the player has in store for me . There have always been a select few songs which are a cut above the rest , I've developed a soft corner for them but today's been a revelation of sorts . "Cemetery Gates" and "Ta ki Ta ki Ta blues" - two seminal compositions that I've been glued to throughout the day , GOOSEBUMPS every single time I listen to them . And the credit goes to two extremely gifted musicians , "Dimebag" Darrell of PANTERA and Guitar Prasanna . People reading this post, I suggest you stop dilly-dallying with your little man and JUST LISTEN TO THEM .
"Cemetery Gates" starts off slow, so melodic, so serene , followed by a sudden upsurge of aggression in the lyrics and in the guitars; but the part which really hits you is Dimebag's jaw-dropping solo . Close your eyes , shut the world out and attentively listen to the transition into the solo ; the feeling's overwhelmingly surreal . The tone of the guitar brings this inexplicable calming effect to the ambient music and as the solo reaches a crescendo it just dominates , leaving you in the throes of emotion so close to that moment of ecstasy . DIMEBAG - you're the MAN !!
"Ta ki Ta Blues " - self-explanatory combo of New Orleans-style blues with Indian Classical - Prasanna's trademark . Starts off with lovely vocal renditions and the drums doing a great job backing up .Enter Prasanna with his guitar ,and the sax in the background - GOOSEBUMPS . The intro's all well and fine , as we head further into the song Prasanna just unleashes himself on the guitar playing Carnatic ragas with distortion - GOOSEBUMPS again. The sax kicks in again , and the guitars back it up wonderfully . The beauty of the song is in its harmony , a lovely balancing act between the saxophone and the guitars ; the subtle drumming which retains the same rhythm throughout only adds value . GOOSEBUMPS galore .
That's the end of this post . I assure you there'll be a lot more GOOSEBUMPS posts .
Music is something that I appreciate a LOT and PEOPLE would agree with that . My day starts off with me waking up , turning on my computer , going to the quicklaunch bar , clicking on iTunes and then diligently listening to whatever the player has in store for me . There have always been a select few songs which are a cut above the rest , I've developed a soft corner for them but today's been a revelation of sorts . "Cemetery Gates" and "Ta ki Ta ki Ta blues" - two seminal compositions that I've been glued to throughout the day , GOOSEBUMPS every single time I listen to them . And the credit goes to two extremely gifted musicians , "Dimebag" Darrell of PANTERA and Guitar Prasanna . People reading this post, I suggest you stop dilly-dallying with your little man and JUST LISTEN TO THEM .
"Cemetery Gates" starts off slow, so melodic, so serene , followed by a sudden upsurge of aggression in the lyrics and in the guitars; but the part which really hits you is Dimebag's jaw-dropping solo . Close your eyes , shut the world out and attentively listen to the transition into the solo ; the feeling's overwhelmingly surreal . The tone of the guitar brings this inexplicable calming effect to the ambient music and as the solo reaches a crescendo it just dominates , leaving you in the throes of emotion so close to that moment of ecstasy . DIMEBAG - you're the MAN !!
"Ta ki Ta Blues " - self-explanatory combo of New Orleans-style blues with Indian Classical - Prasanna's trademark . Starts off with lovely vocal renditions and the drums doing a great job backing up .Enter Prasanna with his guitar ,and the sax in the background - GOOSEBUMPS . The intro's all well and fine , as we head further into the song Prasanna just unleashes himself on the guitar playing Carnatic ragas with distortion - GOOSEBUMPS again. The sax kicks in again , and the guitars back it up wonderfully . The beauty of the song is in its harmony , a lovely balancing act between the saxophone and the guitars ; the subtle drumming which retains the same rhythm throughout only adds value . GOOSEBUMPS galore .
That's the end of this post . I assure you there'll be a lot more GOOSEBUMPS posts .
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