Weekend Time Killers

Come Saturdays, its time to watch movies. The whole week my comp is busy downloading the movies and in the weekends, busy playing it for me. Last weekend, I saw two movies - Sweet November and Fight Club.


On recommendation of my friend, I saw the movie - Sweet November. I would say this is one of the worst movies I saw so far. The story is similar to our kollywood movies, where heroine tries to teach the stressed-out, money minded, egoistic and insensitive hero about life! Eventually they fall in love, at the end hero finds out heroine, suffering from cancer and the same guessable endings. The only savior in this film is those intimate scenes here and there. Except that, there is nothing special and no wonder the leading actors were nominated for worst actor and worst actress at the 2001 Golden Raspberry Awards!!!



The other movie I saw was Fight Club. This movie is brilliantly directed and acted out. In initial stages of the movie, there were lot of disturbing scenes which made me feel like irritating and some times nauseating. The bloodshed and the terrible fights out of sheer enjoyment by the characters pictured terrificly. At the middle of the movie, I was clueless which way the movie was moving? But during the end of the movie, the brilliance of story telling revealed itself. There were repeated scenes like Helena Bonham Carter approaching Edward Norton for intimate actions and Norton refusing it. (I think this is worst way of describing this scene!!) This lead me to think something odd, but at the end, these scenes played a great role in making the viewer to understand about the Norton character and the movie plot itself. This is "must watch" movie, if you are one of those who claim themselves as "Pure Cinema" lovers.

Like smoke in air

Long ago, not so long ago, but some 10 years ago, I was studying in 8th std. One day, my english brahmin teacher, took a class on vegetarianism. I wont say his speech made me numb and speechless n all but good enough to sow seeds deeply in this invincible mind. At that time I decided to be veggie until I finish my schooling. I successfully accomplished it and I continued to do so for the years to come, just for sake of doing it. Now, ten years still I am going great without the so called brown foods.

Many a time, I amuse about how well I managed without eating or not even getting tempted to eat non-veggie all these years. This sometimes make me proud and display to my friends that I am veggie for a decade still going strong.

This got broke like an amused cyclist breaking his jaw, knocked down by a speeding PTC bus, while watching Mallika Sherawat on roadside billboard . That day, that brown day I call it, that hot afternoon, our team went to eat hot food in a hotter restaurant but not with the hottest chicks :-(

My instinct says that restaurant guy woven a conspiracy against me. Because he was responsible to break my 10 year vow! We were waiting for starters to come. See, people with me are part of bigger responsibility of making the poultry population equal to the people population on earth. You got it rite. They ordered those brown items along with the green items.

The conspirator placed the items on the table. All the arms were elbowing each other to get those greens and browns. Lot of competition you see, so I was jumping in the crowd and found one item that set my eyes sparkle. It was tagged as "gobi manchurian", so my hands went down, collected handful and went in my mouth.

I ate them and shared with all my veggie friends. While eating I found something odd but I never want to know, as I was focusing on the delicious items. After some five to six pieces went in to my stomach, the conspirator changed the label of the dish I was eating to "chicken 65"!!!

Arghh!! My vow was broke. Decade long vow broken. It was broken like breaking 10 sticks at one go.

Later, it was very amusing thinking about what had happened to me after eating something I didn't eat for such a long time. But it felt like smoke in air. Up she goes (down she goes I should say) and disappeared. I felt as everyone would feel, all food make sense up to our end of the tunnel called tongue, once it goes down the pipes, all are nothing but the mesh of some complex organic (some times inorganic) fibres.

Image.Makeover

Change is perhaps the only thing that is permanent in life. Life itself, is a changing tide, so as this blog :-)

This blog is changed from this one,



to the one you are reading. One obvious mistake you would have found, is title of the blog. The spell change, that I fail to find it so long. what's a big deal, here lives are changing (or exchanging!!), what's in a spelling change?

All this time I want to dirt my hands with the HTML changes in template section of blogger, to get better presentation. But, blame it on my webpage design skills, every three months are so, I feel compelled to change to default themes given by blogger. This might be the main reason (de-motivating factor) for not posting regularly. I think this time I got a better one and now I will concentrate on the content and share the muses of this invincible mind!!

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. - by John Steinbeck