Here & There!
Saw this new series on TV - Grey's Anatomy. I quite liked it. About medical interns and about the noblest of professions. I daresay I loved Chicago Hope and ER, I believe, in the same genre is a much-awarded serial and much watched, albeit if it's for the dashing and completely drooly George Clooney is debatable (and he's oh so delectable). This one has a dashing Patrick Dempsey and I love his dimples and I like the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. Very very nice.
Heard this songtrack whilst watching the same - "Could this be the day I've waited for?". I wondered if there was ever a day in my entire life when I'd have sung this song to myself? Jesus! Scary eh? It mayn't be so alarming after all. I just keep walking. I just keep humming. And I keep waiting.
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Today is the Tamilian and Malayalee New Year so Happy Vishu to all ye Malayalees and Happy Pudiya Varsha whatever or is it Varsha Parappu to all the Tamil brethren.
The payasam by mom is to die for. The rest of the food is to live, lick and keep licking for. He he he he!
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"The end of an era" the newspapers termed his demise. 200 films and over. School drop-out, supposedly immensely talented (this is purely hearsay as I'm not qualified to comment here), much feted, awarded and of course revered. It's a wonder they didn't have a temple built in his name as that seems to be the course of action for most Tollywood (the Tamil film industry as it's fondly called) artistes (notice the 'e' after the artist...that's for the emphasis that they're par excellence and not mere hoi polloi (bah! that's just by the by) ) like they built for Khushboo and I think the adulated and worshipped Rajnikant, the once-upon-a-time bus conductor from Maharashtra and now wielder of unquantifiable influence over a populace that waits with open arms and bated breath for every new release of his. Oh well, that's the 'fan status' here vis-a-vis ( I like the term vis-a-vis, it kind of gives anything you write a grave, important, all-knowing feel dontcha think...ok ok ok...save it..) movies and movie icons. And the 'era' is Dr.Raj Kumar. Dr. who? Come again? The 'man' who was kidnapped by the sandalwood bandicoot and erstwhile Forest Lord 'Veer Appan', yeah that's who.
And so the era felt a palpitation, was taken to a nearby hospital and couldn't be revived. And thus the country, the state, the city lost an era. Tres triste! But c'est la vie! You live, you learn, you die (Right Alanis?).
And thus was lit a flame. A conflagration. Of passion ubridled. Where the frustration and social and economic angst flared into a volcanic and molten rampage. Bangalore went mad for a day and a half. Burnt tyres, upturned and charred vehicles, innocent commuters forced to walk, display windows smashed, shards of glass forming the dermis on roads, crowds brandishing red and yellow flags, hapless posse of policemen, crowds, crowds and more crowds. And there he lay in his glass coffin. The era. Silent witness to another era - one of fire and brimstone. Of raw energy and frightening and vicious anger.
I was returning home after dropping my colleagues wherever they wanted to yesterday - I foolishly ventured to office thinking there'd be other committed souls like self and since it wasn't what we in this country call a 'bandh', I decided office was obviously functional much to my disappointment - with very little gas in my fuel tank, angry mobs everywhere forcing detours, all commercial establishments with downed shutters, every petrol bunk closed and a prayer on my lips - 'chal Dhanno, aaj teri Basanti ki izzat ka sawaal hai' - I made it home. Safe and sound. And one question on my mind. Why?
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This American sweet corn that comes in small, medium and large paper cup sizes, in 'butter and salt', 'Chinese', 'butter, masala' and sundry other flavours is really something. I mean really yummy. Even Dubai had them. They seem to be everywhere. Lovely. Let them proliferate I say.
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Faint lines furrowing the forehead. Not too tall. Blondish, brownish hair. Deep set eyes. Wide mouth. Slim. Lots of sex appeal. Mark Wahlberg in 'The Italian Job'. Oh check out Charlize Theron. This South African lady rocks and how!
Loved the movie. TTP like we say (Total Time Pass!).
The other movie that I saw last night (for want of any entertainment on TV as cable operators were in mourning and were requested (on pain of death or worse) to unplug all 'entertainment' channels, so we were all very 'News' worthy for 24 hrs. ) was a thoroughly enjoyable Tamil movie called 'Ghajini'.
Once in a while when you watch regional films, you realize that their technical wizardry, art direction, screenplay, music score and choreography does make Bollywood look like amateurs. Anyway the movie was good and the lead, Surya, is a very good looking and good actor. I enjoyed the movie about this young turk having Short Term Memory Loss. Of course the story had many loopholes and there were many incongruities, but all said and done, it was a good film. Am surprised that the Bollywood plagiarists haven't picked it up yet. Wonder what Ghajini means!
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After tinkering with my Internet settings, Pop-up Blocker settings and trying to figure out non-existent Firewalls and what-not, I'm glad to announce the comeback of Yahoo Radio on my messenger.
Welcome back Yahoo! with Voice (Beta) nonetheless. Soft Rock, Oldies and Country rock. :)
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Now that I'm gonna be relatively free with time on my hands, I can get some serious reading done. Besides of course getting seriously depressed.
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Why is it that when you walk towards the light, the light keeps going farther off and always is so elusive? It's never here, it's always there.
Heard this songtrack whilst watching the same - "Could this be the day I've waited for?". I wondered if there was ever a day in my entire life when I'd have sung this song to myself? Jesus! Scary eh? It mayn't be so alarming after all. I just keep walking. I just keep humming. And I keep waiting.
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Today is the Tamilian and Malayalee New Year so Happy Vishu to all ye Malayalees and Happy Pudiya Varsha whatever or is it Varsha Parappu to all the Tamil brethren.
The payasam by mom is to die for. The rest of the food is to live, lick and keep licking for. He he he he!
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"The end of an era" the newspapers termed his demise. 200 films and over. School drop-out, supposedly immensely talented (this is purely hearsay as I'm not qualified to comment here), much feted, awarded and of course revered. It's a wonder they didn't have a temple built in his name as that seems to be the course of action for most Tollywood (the Tamil film industry as it's fondly called) artistes (notice the 'e' after the artist...that's for the emphasis that they're par excellence and not mere hoi polloi (bah! that's just by the by) ) like they built for Khushboo and I think the adulated and worshipped Rajnikant, the once-upon-a-time bus conductor from Maharashtra and now wielder of unquantifiable influence over a populace that waits with open arms and bated breath for every new release of his. Oh well, that's the 'fan status' here vis-a-vis ( I like the term vis-a-vis, it kind of gives anything you write a grave, important, all-knowing feel dontcha think...ok ok ok...save it..) movies and movie icons. And the 'era' is Dr.Raj Kumar. Dr. who? Come again? The 'man' who was kidnapped by the sandalwood bandicoot and erstwhile Forest Lord 'Veer Appan', yeah that's who.
And so the era felt a palpitation, was taken to a nearby hospital and couldn't be revived. And thus the country, the state, the city lost an era. Tres triste! But c'est la vie! You live, you learn, you die (Right Alanis?).
And thus was lit a flame. A conflagration. Of passion ubridled. Where the frustration and social and economic angst flared into a volcanic and molten rampage. Bangalore went mad for a day and a half. Burnt tyres, upturned and charred vehicles, innocent commuters forced to walk, display windows smashed, shards of glass forming the dermis on roads, crowds brandishing red and yellow flags, hapless posse of policemen, crowds, crowds and more crowds. And there he lay in his glass coffin. The era. Silent witness to another era - one of fire and brimstone. Of raw energy and frightening and vicious anger.
I was returning home after dropping my colleagues wherever they wanted to yesterday - I foolishly ventured to office thinking there'd be other committed souls like self and since it wasn't what we in this country call a 'bandh', I decided office was obviously functional much to my disappointment - with very little gas in my fuel tank, angry mobs everywhere forcing detours, all commercial establishments with downed shutters, every petrol bunk closed and a prayer on my lips - 'chal Dhanno, aaj teri Basanti ki izzat ka sawaal hai' - I made it home. Safe and sound. And one question on my mind. Why?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This American sweet corn that comes in small, medium and large paper cup sizes, in 'butter and salt', 'Chinese', 'butter, masala' and sundry other flavours is really something. I mean really yummy. Even Dubai had them. They seem to be everywhere. Lovely. Let them proliferate I say.
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Faint lines furrowing the forehead. Not too tall. Blondish, brownish hair. Deep set eyes. Wide mouth. Slim. Lots of sex appeal. Mark Wahlberg in 'The Italian Job'. Oh check out Charlize Theron. This South African lady rocks and how!
Loved the movie. TTP like we say (Total Time Pass!).
The other movie that I saw last night (for want of any entertainment on TV as cable operators were in mourning and were requested (on pain of death or worse) to unplug all 'entertainment' channels, so we were all very 'News' worthy for 24 hrs. ) was a thoroughly enjoyable Tamil movie called 'Ghajini'.
Once in a while when you watch regional films, you realize that their technical wizardry, art direction, screenplay, music score and choreography does make Bollywood look like amateurs. Anyway the movie was good and the lead, Surya, is a very good looking and good actor. I enjoyed the movie about this young turk having Short Term Memory Loss. Of course the story had many loopholes and there were many incongruities, but all said and done, it was a good film. Am surprised that the Bollywood plagiarists haven't picked it up yet. Wonder what Ghajini means!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After tinkering with my Internet settings, Pop-up Blocker settings and trying to figure out non-existent Firewalls and what-not, I'm glad to announce the comeback of Yahoo Radio on my messenger.
Welcome back Yahoo! with Voice (Beta) nonetheless. Soft Rock, Oldies and Country rock. :)
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Now that I'm gonna be relatively free with time on my hands, I can get some serious reading done. Besides of course getting seriously depressed.
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Why is it that when you walk towards the light, the light keeps going farther off and always is so elusive? It's never here, it's always there.
posted by Livin @ 4/14/2006 08:05:00 PM
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