We’re back!

May 15, 2008 at 11:50 pm (being a girl, bitchery, crushes, eyecandy, love, night) ()

I stumbled across my blog and felt an irrepressible urge to start posting again. I like this baby. Because, since, for me, this is the one place where a very conveniently small number of rules apply, I am not compelled to be myself. I can pretend to be The Queen if I please. I can also be something only a tiny number of us get to be- frightfully, truly, ourselves.

But oh! I forget! This is the internet.That which spurred a generation of truth- Be it in our profile pictures or About Me descriptions. So much, that when confronted with a lot of truth, the flies stuck to The Web had not quite had their fill.

Just to make our lives sound a little more realistic, we took to blogging about our fantastic sex lives, our unbelievably bitchy girlfriends and suchlike. Sigh. If I see one more Indian woman talking about her liberated carnal rendezvous in that tone visibly meant to say “Come on chumps, this is the 21st century”, I will go off to live in a hermitage. They would have liked to relate: “Sex is so oh-kay” with online equivalents of raised eyebrows and high-handed disapproval of the others. If their love-lives are so okay being public and neo-millenia, I wonder why the defensiveness reeks so much of the 18th century.

Having antagonized half the female blogging population, I will now proceed to talk about Sex myself. Not actually. But sooorrttta tangentially, I will admit. In my defense, this post is about luuurrve not lust. That’s bullshit, If I will be allowed to confess. Cos’ what difference does it make when you are hitting on good-looking members of the opposite sex; all the while feeling slightly uneasy about the insincere interest some not-so-good-looking members of the opposite sex throw your way? love? lust? primal curiosity?

Just in case you noticed, I described their interest as insincere while terming my own designs perfectly licit. I see no objection, in case you do. I can only forgive my own shortcomings. I am not Mother Teresa, nor Saint Francis of Assisi, I assure you.

I ran into one such good-looking (come on! Intelligent, too!) kid today while loafing around in school. The apparent interest in this person has always been made to seem indiscreetly minute. I think I recklessly smiled too much while trying to sound as impassively friendly as possible this evening. Well, he smiled too much too. What the heck. That may have been the last time I saw him anyway.
Another kid, while extracting a few undue favors from me, resulting in The I running all around town in the savage sun, tried to make it look like HE was doing me a favor by being so good- humoredly flirtatious. Beat it buster!

One more kid tried to sound extremely pally with The I while The I was trying to get some work done. A different imp played around with my name evoking nothing but matronly correction from my side. I was rather tactless. All in a day’s work.

To not make this an entirely trashy post(literally!) I should get down and dissect a few issues of academic interest. Do women totally loathe being hit on so much? The answer quite flatly is a No. That is if, the questioners agree to “totally” being made the operative word in that query.

Most women find the attention rather amusing and flattering. Of course, we would also like to be acknowledged as people that can think and act on our own principles sometimes. It wouldn’t hurt to look genuinely and-or appreciatively impressed when we come up with some good work instead of sporting looks of incredulity or astonishment. If all that concerns ‘looks’ is asking for too much, we insist the men of the world,at the very least least, look at our faces when they talk to us.


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Three movies, zero studying, and too much food.

December 15, 2007 at 2:27 am (crushes, eyecandy, movies) (, , , , , , , , )

I want to talk about all the movies I’ve been watching these days. Like a friend put it, “Study Holidays” is SUCH an oxymoron! It’s almost a movie a day, and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. HBO and Star Movies were my usual haunts till a few months ago. But Sony Pix, ladies and gentlemen, is fast moving up the ranks of movie-screening t.v channels, proving to be a rather nice, entertaining source of poisoning time.

So I watched this movie called Punchline today. It stars Tom Hanks and Sally Field. I think I missed the first few minutes of the movie, but hell! It didn’t matter in the end. Hanks and Field play two stand up comedians in a bar called The Gas Station. While Hanks is a failed Medical student, hoping to make it big in show-business with his talent, Field is a miserable housewife trying to manage her household while trying, almost desperately, to pursue comedy in the evenings, fueled by her belief in her ability to make people laugh(which she identifies as being a part of her past, while her husband in, one scene, a fit-of-rage refuses to believe that she can make anybody laugh).

Field or Lilah(her character’s name) tries to convince the eccentric Steven to help her with her performance. Steven(Tom Hanks), preoccupied with his own problems of making ends meet and dealing with his complexes, snubs her initially, but later decides to take her along on one of his gigs and they go on to strike a friendship. If you watch the movie, don’t miss the scene in which he performs at a hospital. Very touching.

When it is Steven’s big night, he is told that talent scouts are sitting in the audience to evaluate his performance, and could possibly give him a chance to host his own show on television, promising subsequent stardom, Steven lets his complexes and his insecurities get the better of him, performing disastrously.

Lilah has her own miseries, with her husband having had enough of her nonchalance to their two children and their home, out of favoring her interest in comedy. He confronts her on her sloppy management of affairs. Flustered, she leaves home in a cab and meets the battered, saddened Steven. They talk and then comes, what I believe is, one of the better sequences of the movie. Steven takes Lilah to another live-act bar and eggs her on to the stage where, driven by Steve’s encouragement, Lilah performs remarkably.

The rest of the movie is about Steven and Lilah’s complex relationship, and the final test of their dreams, hopes and love(s).

I really liked the movie(Not that I can Not like too many movies, but) save the whole idea of a young Steve falling in love and pursuing the middle-aged Lilah. This,I felt, let the movie down. For what could have been a refreshing film, sorta went down the same alley by introducing a somewhat illogical, unnecessary “love-angle” between its lead characters.

An interesting movie, nonetheless. I like Sally Field for, besides all the usual stuff, a really funny movie she did, called Soapdish that I watched eons ago. I hardly remember what the movie was about, but for the bit about it being a parody of Soap operas. And yea, watch Punchline for a visibly young Tom Hanks, who in this movie, more than anything adds punch to my theory that Aamir Khan(who, although a decent actor himself) apes Tom Hanks, at least as far as facial expressions and contortions go. 😀

The other movie I am dying to talk about is Aaja Nachle.

Not much to say, actually. The reviews were right. The movie does injustice to a lot of people and things; at the fore being The Legend That Is Madhuri Dixit, The Yashraj banner(which has one of the best reputations as far as Masaledar entertainers go) and the immense reach Dance, as a tool-in the movies has, to ensure lasting impressions and universal success!

So yes, it is the story of Diya Srivastav who returns from New York to revive the fading glory of a theater called Ajanta in the town of Shamli. The director has meant the story to capture the challenges she faces on returning: From dealing with her not-so-nice reputation, having rebelled for love, the haughty prince MP(played by the ever-so-charming and suave Akshaye Khanna, one another guy I have the Absolute-est hots for) who plans to approve razing Ajanta down for a new shopping mall, to people’s disinterest in acting in a musical, and the wily businessman played by Irrfan Khan. It is obvious that the creative heads have attempted to etch characters that, with their quirks and other lovable, bollywoodish traits, can appeal to people, but the script leaves the task half way. Then there are Kunal Kapoor(SUPER CUTE. Girls, take notice!) playing the local gunda(I found his dhakke and gaalis really really funny AND cute) and Konkona Sen(rather convincing in her tomboy avtaar; plus looking good post-makeover). Ranvir Shorey and Vinay Pathak, who I really like, have little to do, but pull off a decent job anyway. Jugal Hansraj, Divya Dutta, Raghubir Yadav are also in the movie, but have miniscule roles.

Madame Madhuri is above critique of any sort. Aaja Nachle has nothing to harp about. If one wishes to watch it, one must do so only for Madhuri. You might also enjoy the final sequence of the musical which is sorta well shot. Just don’t stop and think about the technicalties. Kunal kapoor is eye-candy. Akshaye Khanna is too. For me. If all politicians were like him. Sigh! India wouldn’t be in the rut she is currently in. 😉

The last film I watched was called Riding In Cars With Boys. It stars Drew Barrymore and Brittany Murphy amongst others. This is supposedly based on the true story of Beverly D’Onofronio, who in an unfortunate turn of events gets pregnant at age 15. Her aspirations, and hence her life is turned upside down, making her put her dreams of going to college on the backburner. She, having dreams of becoming a writer, has to now concentrate on more pressing issues like her marriage to the not-so-normal Ray, who is caught in social-miseries of his own. Most of the story is shown in flashbacks, as seen by an older Beverley and her grown-up son Jason.

What struck me about the movie, was how the consequences of one incident can change lives so drastically.

There is this scene, where Jason accuses Bev of being a sloppy mother.

Beverley- “All that I’ve gone through to keep you in one piece…!”

Jason- “What makes you think I’m one piece?”

The grim, yet amusing, side to all this is that it is nobody’s fault, in entirety, that their lives are so complex, but that doesn’t help anybody! It is a rather nice look at the adverse, yet normal, sometimes funny circumstances of these people’s lives through the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s. Teen pregnancy, dreams, Drugs, friendship, parenting, strength- It has a take(sometimes stereotypical) on everything. Nice watch.

One another thing that has been running on my mind, was a line from one of the promos of Hollow Man:

“You know what, Matt? It’s amazing what you can do… when you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror any more. ”

I wasn’t even paying attention when this came on T.V. in an ad break. I froze when it hit my ears. That line is sheer brilliance for the sorta connotations it holds. Do think about how true that statement is, on a higher an alternate plane. This blog is a case in point. I will leave, with that thought. Bonne Nuit.

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