Saturday, 28 November, 2009

I'd say it's kind of funny!






If there's one thing in my life that I have learned, it's that no matter how close you are to a person, he or she will use you. They will ring you out, juice you dry, till they have taken every opportunity to use you. Let me give you some examples.

There are some people you have never spoken to (and thanked your lucky stars) since school, and 5 years later, they add you on facebook. You 'peh' and 'meh' and add them, and for months, you will have no conversations, even on facebook.

Then one fine day, these long lost friends will ping you on the facebook chat, and have a conversation like this:

Friend: Hey!
Me: Oh Hi! (Why's he talking to me?)
F: Remember me?
M: Of course I do! (How can I forget those days when you bullied me to death!?)
F: Long time, huh?
M: Yeah.... (I wish it were longer)
F: So, what you doing these days?
M: Working at XYZ (*yawn*)
F: Oh cool!!! It's located at ABC, right?
M: Yeah... (ok where's this going?)
F: Do you know if there are any openings for an (insert educational field here) graduate?
M: Nope (I KNEW it!! Why else would he talk to me?)
F: Can you find out? Also, can you find out the pay package for a fresher?
M: I wouldn't know (EFF YOU!)

And then there are those, who are kind of friends, but only talk to you if they have some work to be done. They begin conversations with some formality, which soon leads to me having to do some work for them.

Friend: Hey beautiful!
Me: Hey gorgeous!!
F: How are you?
M: I'm good, you?
F: I'm fine yaar..how's life?
M: All good! You tell me?
F: Sab changa hai!
M: Chalo good.
F: So, what's your take on pink nail polish?
M: What?!!!
F: Yeah! I'm doing this article on pink nail polish....just wanted your opinion..
M: Uhh...ok..well..I think pink nail polish is (15 minutes of typing)
F: Cool, thanks. Chall I'm busy now, talk to you later.
M: Ok. (GRRRRRRRRRRRR :x)

Then there are the blatant ones, who don't even do the formality, and get right down to business.

Friend: Hey
Me: Hi
F: Have some work.
M: What?
F: Can you upload that video of yours on my blog?
M: Oh HELL no.
F: Why?
M: First off all, you didn't even ask me how I'm doing. Secondly, I don't want to.
F: Ok. Bye.
M: Bye.

The point is, if you let anyone use you, they WILL use you. I have a hard time saying 'No' to people, I guess it's the spirit of helping people out in me. Maybe I should try using others now..You...do me a favor, will ya? Comment on this post!

(P.S. I mean no offense to ANYONE in this post. Just sharing some anecdotes I'm sure most people go through!)

Thursday, 26 November, 2009

Today is 26/11

Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

-John Lennon

Thursday, 19 November, 2009

But that's just me!



I'm not the best looker.
I'm big and broad.
I have big feet,
And I'm kind of loud.

My clothes aren't the best.
They don't fit me well.
Strangers stare at me,
And I don't feel so swell.

My body makes noises.
I can't control.
To a thousand gyms,
I have enrolled.

I have many friends.
Who love me as I am.
They always lift my mood,
When I'm feeling Wham.

Whenever I'm low.
Whenever I'm crappy.
I look into the mirror,
And I always get happy.

I am not perfect.
But neither are you.
So let me live my life,
And you live your life too.

Life is too small.
So be who you are.
Be happy in your skin,
And take this with you far!

Sunday, 15 November, 2009

Some life lessons



Everyone around you, and maybe even you, use the term "LIFE SUCKS!" (sometimes LYF SUX). Till some point of time, I used to believe the same. Nothing was going right for me, and my answer to everything was, "Life sucks!"

At some stage of my life, I got this epiphany. And I realised this: The more I believe life sucks, the more it will suck. If I change my point of view, if I believe that everything happens for a reason, I know that everything will turn out right. There are two reasons for my epiphany: 1. The Secret by Rhonda Byrne, 2. Hannah Montana (Life's what you make it, so let's make it rock!)

So I learned a lot. And I changed my point of view. And with this blog post, I want to just share a few life lessons I have learned personally:

1. If you ever feel like doing something, just do it. You wanna dance in the middle of the road? Do it. You want to wear a certain type of clothing? Do it. You wanna sing, even if it is out of key? Do it. Never be afraid of the world laughing at you, because no matter what you do, there will always be someone who will mock you. So think of it this way, when you know you're going to be laughed at, why not do what you wish to do? You only get this life once -- live it the way you want to!

2. You are beautiful. Short, tall, fat, skinny -- you are beautiful. Beauty is such a subjective term, isn't it? The standards of beauty that society (Indian society in general) claims for people is so twisted, that it would probably take a lifetime supply of Fair and Lovely to get you to look like those models in the ads. It is a cliche line, but true at the same time: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Think about it yourself - would you rather be someone you are not to try and appease to the shallow standards of society, or be happy and content in your own skin? The more you try to impress someone, the more miserable you will be.

3. Don't blame God for your failures. If you're an atheist, this point is invalid, but if you do believe in God, stop blaming Her for your failures. You're in this world for a reason. Every action you do has a purpose behind it. You may not realise it now, but God has a plan for you. She listens to everyone, She listens to all your prayers. So even if you fall, rise up, consider it a challenge for God herself. And remember - never give up.

4. Listen to your mom. She is ALWAYS right. Your mom has seen life way more than you have, and there is no other person who can give you better advice than she can. So unless your mom is a hooker and a raging alcoholic who sells drugs on the side, listen to what she has to say. Take her advice, and it may just work for you!

5. Believe in a better life. If you think your life is bad, then that's what you will see around you -- a bad life. But if you change your view, think positive thoughts, you will start to notice positive things around you. When I say there is power in positive thinking, trust me, it works. Try this once -- before going anywhere, say to yourself 'There will be no traffic jams today', and believe it. Then stop thinking about the traffic completely. And then see what happens. I do this everyday, and I always manage to reach work on time. Try with the small things, and then work your way to the bigger ones. Remember - if you think positively, only positive things will happen. (This does not mean saying 'I'm POSITIVE I'll fail! ;) )

And that's it -- 5 life lessons from the Iggy. Maybe I should start some self-help sessions!! Who's with me? ;)

Tuesday, 10 November, 2009

Ek Auto story



Aaja meri gaadi me baith ja!

People from Bombay, come gather around, for I am about to teach you a lesson about the auto driver. Even if you're not from Bombay, pay attention. This information might come in handy some day.

The Bombay rickshaw driver comes in a variety of race, religions and species. I have divided these rickshaw drivers in several categories. They are as follows:

  1. The Angry One: This specie of rickshaw drivers is a frustrated soul. He has had several anger management issues; one that tops the list is being called 'bhaiyya'. So this bhaiyya ji...err...rickshaw driver takes his anger out on the road. They will drive at breakneck speeds (passengers can literally break their necks sitting in this rickshaw), honk endlessly, spew countless swear words, and remove their misery on the other travelers. This specie is very likely to get into physical fights with other drivers who they crash into, mainly BEST bus drivers (who are a different specie all together!)
  2. The Drunkard: The name is self-explanatory, isn't it? This is a sub-specie of 'The Angry One', and they prefer to drown their misery in a bottle of 'desi tharra' and then rule the road. It's easy to spot this specie, since you can smell the alcohol all the way from China. Their speech is slurred, they drive loopily, and are once again, very likely to get into accidents. They might even start talking to you, crying or laughing. If you value your life, don't travel by this auto.
  3. The Yapper: If this specie gets a chance at an alternate career, he would love to host a talk show. Where only he talks. Yappers open their mouth the moment you sit in the auto, and shut up the moment you get off. They don't need you to initiate the conversation; they can pretty much begin on their own, starting with their favorite dialogue: "Aaj traffic bahut zyada hai!" They then move on to topics ranging from Himes bhai's new moojic, to discussing the nuances of Marxist theories. They are so apt at speaking; they will continue talking even if your ears are plugged to your music player. It is very hard to notice a Yapper from afar, so if you wish to avoid this situation, best keep your mouth shut in all your future rickshaw rides.
  4. The Dhinchak: This specie loves his ride. They love it so much; they take it on their onus to decorate it with every loud and garish item possible. Both sides of the passenger seat will have images of Bollywood beauties, looking at you lustily. Their stereos will be complete with surround sound, sub woofers, and what not. They are Himes bhai's biggest patrons, and they will play his music extremely loud, till the point where blood seeps out through your ears. They will have the customary "Tum kab wapas aaoge" sticker on their rear-view mirror (which is, of course, only a decorative commodity!) There will also be a porn movie blue light which will shine throughout the ride. Fresh flowers, plastic flowers, agarbattis, pepsi bottles filled with black shiny liquid, you will find them all in a Dhinchak's ride. If you appreciate Indian kitsch, hitch a ride.
  5. The Asshole: This is the worst of the specie. They take personal pleasure in making the ride a hellish experience for the passenger. They tamper with the meters, making them run at a speed of Rs. 5 per second. They letch at the female passengers, stop in the middle of the road to talk on their cellphones, spit all over Bombay, deliberately drive over pot holes to make the ride extra bumpy, fake a tyre puncture if they don't want to ply beyond a certain point...I can go on and on! These leeches think they can get away with anything, and 90% of the time, they do. If you get the slightest indication that the auto driver belongs to the Asshole category, leave immediately or get ready for a back breaking ride, where you will be cheated off of your hard earned money.
  6. The Millionaire: This parasitic specie makes its presence felt in all the auto drivers categories. These are a super rich specie...they are even richer than the Tatas and the Ambanis! They feel like they people of Bombay rely completely on their services. But they are so rich, they don't even bother. Auto driving is a hobby for them, a mere sport. That's why they blatantly refuse passengers who ask them to go to a certain location. Even if they fall on their feet and beg the specie to allow them a ride, they will just raise their noses high and speed off. On a good day, if they feel like it, they tauntingly agree to ply the passenger. You should consider yourself super lucky if the Millionaire allows you a ride.
  7. The Honest One: Rarest of the rare! The chances of getting into an auto driven by the Honest one are one in a billion. They don't tamper with the meters, so you don't end up paying exorbitant rates. They drive at a normal pace, follow traffic rules, don't talk much, and help you with loading luggage, if need be. The chances of finding the Honest One are rare, since it's an endangered specie. Slowly, the other six species of auto drivers are luring the Honest One to join the dark side. In the rare occasion you do land up in an Honest One's ride, please thank your lucky stars you got to see one before they disappear completely.
So there you go kids. Today you learnt about the seven species of auto drivers.

Tomorrow, how to eat daal-chawal at your office desk without making a mess.

Cheers!

Monday, 2 November, 2009

Badla!


Gah! Why the heck did I come here?

Have you ever been on a trip where you ended up thinking "Damn, I wish I hadn't gone?" Have you ever had a most pathetic trip experience? If you're one of the lucky ones whose trips have always been successes, I applaud you, and also beg you to take me along in your future trips. For the unfortunate ones like myself, read on, and empathize!

[Don't worry, I'm not talking about my Dandeli trip here. Dandeli was a blast. I want to write at length about it, that's why I have been stalling for so long!]

This particular horrid trip experience I would like to share with you happened during a 3-day visit to, hold your breath people, Badlapur. For those who don't know, Badlapur is in the Thane district of Maharashtra. In the balmy Bombay winters of 2001, our school decided to torture the 10th grade kids further by taking them to this place, by making it a compulsory attendance activity.

My parents had never allowed me to go to any school trips. And I was so excited for Badlapur, since it would be the first time I would be on my own, and my very first class trip. I happily packed all my stuff, put the film in my Kodak camera, and I was set to go! Boy, was I in store of a heck of an experience.

The journey began where we traveled to Badlapur via our school buses (!). Our principal warned us beforehand: "You must address the guides as sir, and not by their first names. Even if they tell you too. You must not give them your phone numbers. You must not be alone with them." She could have just made it short and said "We are not liable if one of you gets raped in this trip."

So there we were, all excited and stuff. I was up to my usual ass-licking the so-called popular kids, so that maybe they would give me some company during the trip. I whipped out my Kodak cam and shot a photo of the popular peeps (Maybe now they'll like me!) But it wouldn't click. Maybe it was jammed. Like the genius photographer I was then, I opened up the panel, exposing the film to sunlight. I wound it back again. But this time, the film just would not come out of the roll. Great. So I practically have no Badlapur memories to store (Thank God for that!)

We reached Badlapur in a matter of 3 hours. The girls with the trolley bags were ragged severely by the teachers (?) "Oh you're some model or what, carrying luggage like that". While I dragged my humble suitcase through the rocky terrain, I could see lines and lines of camp sites with huge tents pitched. So I guess this is where we'll be staying. It should be fun, roughing it!

All of us excitedly put our luggage near our cots. I was given the very last cot, furthest from the girls, closest to the bathroom. Oh well. I continued my ass-licking by actually offering to mist the girl's faces with this amazing mist my dad had given to me as a present. But of course, they refused. We don't use stuff like that for our grade-A skin. Oh la-di-dah! Of course, we were all in puberty, and most girls had severe acne. But, who was I to argue!

It was smooth sailing so far, when all of a sudden, we heard loud shrills coming from outside the tent. The camp instructor stood there, saying "Ok kids, time for Karate practice!" WTF? Karate? I had the most bemused look on my face as I trotted behind my classmates to the common area, where a gentleman stood, waiting to give us Karate practice. We stood in neat rows, and I was, as usual, the last person on the row. I am thankful for that, since I was wearing the tightest pants in the history of the world. As we attempted controlling our laughter over the gentleman's "Hoos and Haas", the Karate session continued. Air kicks, punches, jabs, we did it all. It was quite a grueling session.

In the evening, we were given orders to wake up at 6, as we will be going on trek. Sounded fine, I guess. We'd get to see some nature, fresh air, and the like! And we were given the warning to be there at 6 am sharp, or get punishment. Well, nice holiday, indeed! I was out of my tent at 6 am sharp, waiting for the others to show up. Slowly, everyone assembled. And the ones who were late had to do push ups. On their knuckles. Did I hear someone say military camp?

As you would have guessed by now, I used to be a very smart person. I decided to wear the tight pants again for the trek. Which, by the way, turned out not to be a trek at all. The guides made us run on an uphill climb. If life wasn't humiliating for us already, the fatties like me who were lagging behind were hit on their asses by a stick. Lovely. And then their was the run back down, which was fairly easy.

Post shower, I felt some uneasiness. I checked out my thighs - they were full of painful red bumps. I hollered, and cried, and screamed in pain. And since I was sooo popular, everyone attended to my beck and calls. In my dreams, of course! Then happened a 'river crossing' activity, which had no river. The students had to climb a ladder, hang upside down and cross to the other ladder. Fun. I didn't partake in this activity, since I didn't want the kids to have another reason to laugh at me.

To conclude this exciting trip, on the last day we were taken to a water purification plant so we could see how water is purified. Wow. Just what a 15 year old gets excited over. The happiest part of the trip for me was the ride back home. Mummy, I missed you!

Now, I am not dissing Badlapur. It's a nice place to visit. I'm dissing my stupid trip, with stupid memories!

Do you have any such stories to share?! Post a comment, I would love to know!

Photo courtesy: Gettyimages

Wednesday, 28 October, 2009

She held my hand

She held my hand
Squeezed it tight.
Am I dying?
It hurts.

Shh. It will be ok.
Just close your eyes.
It will be ok.
Just close your eyes.

My body throbbed in pain.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I can't take this.
My stomach squeezed into a ball

I opened my eyes
As tears streamed down
The pressure rising
Higher and higher

And higher
and higher
and

BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Ahh. So much better.


I'm back people! And I'm all ready with post-writers block posts! Thanks for bearing with me! :D

Tuesday, 20 October, 2009

Photus

Hi everyone!

Sorry for my long absence from blogdom. I am currently on a dry spell when it comes to writing! I am taking a short little break, going for a chutti to Dandeli tomorrow! Exciting! :)

Anyway, I have started a photoblog, Sup Can Click! I hope you visit the blog and leave comments. It would really mean a lot to me!

I hope you guys had a supaaaaaar Diwali! See you all shortly! I hope this dry spell ends too! :)

Saturday, 3 October, 2009

Movie Review 2 - Wake up Sid!


Super cute!

Wake up Sid is, to put it in the simplest terms, heart warming. It's a coming of age story about a boy, with an aimless life, and how he turns into a man.

Sid (Siddharth) Mehra is a quintessential rich kid. He has no ambitions in life, spends his father's money by the truckload, and lives for a day at a time. His friends are the most important to him in his life. He has a very cushy life, and it all comes crashing down, the day he fails his exams.

Relationships are severed, and he moves in with struggling writer, Aisha (Konkana Sen Sharma). It is through this experience, he learns to stand up on his own feet, and make something out of himself. In the process, he finds his true calling, and someone to love.

Ranbir Kapoor has done full justice to the role - the transition from spoilt brat to smart chap was smooth. Ayan has successfully created his character graph. Konkana Sen Sharma was gorgeous! She essayed Aisha perfectly.

For me personally, I could relate to several parts of the movie, and that's why it worked for me. However, I don't think this movie would sit well with people above 40, cause they will not find substance in the movie. Which, in some parts, is true. The movie, as a whole, didn't really have a strong story to begin with. The plot has been done to death a billion times. Also, the climax of the movie is complete rip off of the climax of the movie 'Never Been Kissed.' But it is the performances that drive the movie home.

The cinematography is superb. I loved the song sequence 'Kya karoon'. The music is apt and SEL have done a good job with it.

3/5

Final verdit: It's a good movie to watch with your friends. Avoid going with parents!

P.S. The girl who played Tanya (I don't know her name!) was in the audience with her friends, and whenever she would appear on screen, the group would hoot loudly. This irked me a little (frankly, I was jealous!) and I shouted "Yeah, we know Tanya is in the audience. Now shut up!" That was not a very nice thing to do. So Tanya (whatever your name is!) I'm sorry for doing that. Good luck, and all that! :)

Friday, 2 October, 2009

Movie Review 1 - Inglourious Basterds


What a movie, I say!


There were two reasons why I was super excited to see this movie:

1. Quentin Tarantino just happens to be my favorite director.
2. This would be the first Brad Pitt movie I'd ever see!

The movie is set in German occupied France, and is seen through the eyes of several characters. There is Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) and his rag-tag team of Jewish-American soldiers, out to kill all the Nazis. There's Shosanna Dreyfus, a Jewish woman, plotting revenge against the Nazis, Hans Landa in particular.

Being a film student (two years ago!) I kept my eyes open for references Tarantino would use in the movie, since this is one of Tarantino's specialty. But I got so engrossed in the performances, and Tarantino's sheer art, that I was transfixed throughout.

The plot of the movie is seamless. Not a single scene, sequence, dialogue seems out of place. For me, however, the most outstanding performances were by Christopher Waltz as Hans Landa, and Brad Pitt as Aldo Raine. Christopher Waltz, in particular, was par excellence in his portrayal of the "Jew Hunter". His opening scene with the French farmer was heart pounding. Landa's silent cruelty sends chill down the spine. And of course, to put a cherry on the cake, Waltz received the best actor award at Cannes 2009! Brad Pitt, with his southern drawl and his under bite is simply masterful!

There is another important character in the movie - Shoshanna Dreyfus, played by Melanie Laurent. I suppose her character was shaped as a means to show the world Tarantino's immense knowledge of movies. Her character oozes noir. The best scene featuring her is where Landa asks the waiter to get her a glass of milk, when they share a Strudel. And there is her epic plan to kill all the Nazis, including her pursuer, Frederick Zoller.

To conclude, the movie was superbly entertaining. Even my mom enjoyed it! The actors were magnifique, the screenplay was superb, the story was...I'm really running out of words here! So let me just give this movie 5/5, because I really did not find anything wrong with it. It is Tarantino's best film since Pulp Fiction.

Final verdit: MUST WATCH!

Sunday, 27 September, 2009

A/S/L?


a/s/l??

A long long time ago, when people actually started affording home computers, my parents brought us one, a cute little HCL, with Windows 95 as the platform. Anyway, I digress!

My sister and I were initially too scared of using this contraption, so we decided that we will only use the computer if dad was around, just in case we goof up and cause the computer to 'break'. So whenever we wanted to play a game, or just get excited over typing in Word, we'd tell dad to switch on the computer and sit next to us the whole time.

Gradually, we began using the computer on our own. And then, BOOM, the internet happened. Again, dad became our savior and introduced us to the internet. We started exploring slowly, and then, BOOM, the chatting phenomenon happened! Indiatimes chat, yahoo chat, msn chat...what? Sister and I were completely oblivious to these.

One day, dad switched on the computer, quite excitedly. Apparently, someone had told him about chatting. So he wanted to try it out. He sat us and mom next to him, while he landed on indiatimes chat. And thus began a surreal conversation, which I still remember. Some girl (?) sent him an im. And so it went on, something like this:

Girl(G): Hie
Dad (D): Hello
G: a/s/l?
D: what?
G: a/s/l???
D: What are you talking about?
G: You don't know a/s/l?
D: No I'm sorry, I don't.
G: Bye.

I think that was the first and last time he ever went to a chat room. And he still doesn't know what a/s/l means.

Thursday, 24 September, 2009

Two years...

Two years ago, on this very date, I had a dream. A dream to start a blog where I could connect with people, share my thoughts, and get to know the people's viewpoints. I initially started the blog in collaboration with my sister. The initial thought was to start something where we could review everything under the sun.

But things usually don't work out according to plan when it comes to me! Sister never attempted to write willingly, and I kept writing nonetheless. And it all grew from there.

Today, Out of Focus completes two years. Two amazing years where I've gone through so much. Here's a look back to some of my favorite Out of Focus picks for you to enjoy:

1. The boy (I am very proud of this 'story')
2. Noir (The first poem I wrote)
3. Dear: pin pale (Cute pen pal story)
4. Cookies (Stream of consciousness finds me!)
5. He's the Big Boss (Animals and Bigg Boss contestants collide!)
6. Dhruv (Cute boy, funny story)
7. I'm gonna be rich!!!!!!!!!!! (Seriously!)
8. The 'That Night' trilogy: I, II, III (First long story!)
9. Hala Mala Mukashi (My take on racism in Bollywood)
10. So Lickable! Plus an award! (My first blogging award!)

I have really enjoyed these two years. I want to give a big shout out to each and everyone of you for appreciating and enjoying my blog posts. It keeps me going! So cheers! Here's to you! :)

<3

Saturday, 12 September, 2009

9



Man (?) vs. Machines

Good vs. Bad

This is the basic theme of the movie, simply titled '9'. The movie is directed by Shane Acker, and produced by Tim Burton (he is a genius!). I had seen the trailer for this movie a long while back, but was truly blown away after I saw the movie.

Summary:
9 is a post-apocalyptic action-adventure, set in earth, which now lies in ruins. It is up to 9 'stitchpunks' to serve a purpose, set by a scientist who sort of foresaw the events that would lead to the ultimate destruction of life as we know it. The movie is mostly seen through the eyes of the titular character '9'. He was the last of the stitchpunks' to be created, and perhaps the most important of the lot of stitchpunks. The others are 1 (the oldest), 2 (the inventor), 3 and 4 (the twins), 5 (the healer), 6 (the artist), 7 (the warrior), 8 (the strongest) and finally, 9. Without them knowing, the scientist has sent them on a mission to end the rule of the machines. It is only when they come together and work in unison, they manage to find an end to the machines.

My take:
The movie is visually stunning. The detail in which the stitchpunks are animated and brought to life is simply amazing. The machines look deadly and life like. The musical score of the movie adds depth to the various heart-pounding scenes in the movie.

The theme of religion, science, and belief runs very strong throughout the movie. Before 9's arrival, 1 has created his cult of sorts, where he is the leader. Much like various religious leaders, he has a stronghold on the stitchpunks. His one true follower and henchman, 8, uses his brute strength to enforce 1's rules and regulations on everyone else.

On the opposite side of the spectrum lies 9, who eventually serves the scientist's purpose. The climax and the last scene of the movie are fantastic.

What I liked:
1. Visually Stunning
2. Superb story
3. Excellent voice acting

What could have been better:
The movie finishes in 90 minutes, so none of the characters turn out to be really well developed. I would have loved to know more of the nuances and depth of each of the 9 characters.

One final point:
At the end of the day, the movie has a superb message, and is one of the best animation movies I have seen in a while. Children will not enjoy this movie, so best watch without their company.

4/5
Excellent!

Thursday, 27 August, 2009

Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful!

Hello peeps,

Here I am once again with a little rant of sorts. And I hope you pay good attention to what I am about to say.

Don't hate someone because they are different from you. I always believe in one thing - we are all creations of God, and SHE would not create someone substandard. Everyone that comes into this world is beautiful - from reed thin to morbidly obese. We are all beautiful.

However, somehow, certain rules and norms sprang up and beauty suddenly became defined. Who defines what 'normal' is? Who decides what is 'beauty'? Not me, not you, not anyone! The only person who knows beauty is you, and it is only limited to yourself. You need to look in the mirror everyday and say to yourself 'Dang girl! You're hot!' That's what I do everyday!

I have been ostracized about my weight since I can remember. It bothered me first. I used to hate myself, I never looked at myself for more than 1 second. But then, I don't know why, I just got a feeling, if I don't love myself, who will? Since then, I am literally OBSESSED with myself. You should ask the peeps on facebook. There are about 890 photos of me on there, and trust me, I ain't stopping at that!

The same also applies at the other end of the spectrum. For all the people who are really thin. Now I am sure they don't want to be so thin, but still they are commented on. It's not their fault peeps, leave them alone!

So to all you haters, please stop hating. If someone is different from you, it doesn't make them ugly. It only makes them beautiful.

Peace out, yo!

Tuesday, 25 August, 2009

So Lickable! Plus an award!


Drool!

When life gives you lemons, what do you do? Make lemonade, of course!

But what do you do when life gives you fears, tensions, anxieties, age? You do what I do.

Just shut down completely, and go back to those days when fears, tensions, anxieties were limited to only 'how will I score in tomorrow's paper?' and aging meant waiting to turn sweet sixteen.

I had a very amazing childhood. Growing up in the late 80s and 90s was a great gift, I think. Children born in this era will never experience what we had then. We lived a day at a time, with no plans, no worries. Everything was so damn good.

I was just thinking back to those days this morning, when an incident popped up in my mind. I thought I should share, because I know there are people in this world who have this exact same habit as I did (and sometimes still do!)

You see, when I was younger, I had the (bad?) habit of licking up my plate after I finished eating my food. And this was more prominent when I was given a delicious bowl of ice cream. I would not leave a single sliver of the delicious cream behind, licking it all up! My mom used to get very irritated, but needless to say it did not stop me!

One day, my dad's colleague has invited us to dinner. So we were all dressed up and we went over to their place. Had a lovely dinner of chicken biryani and other such goodies. And the hostess then gave us ginormous bowls of vanilla ice cream. I am not much of a vanilla fan, but whatever! It's ice cream!

So I dug in. Now the thing is, when I am eating food, especially really delicious ones, I get transported to another world. The current world does not exist for me. I simply drift off, a yogi like expression on my face. I enjoy every morsel, every time the food particle tickles my tongue. Happiness is truly a good bite to eat. And that is exactly what I was doing when I ate that vanilla ice cream.

Suddenly, I felt someone poking me from the side. I woke up from my trance, and saw my mom with an angered expression on her face. I raised an eyebrow and looked around the table. Everyone had a deadpan expression on their faces. 'What's their problem?' I wondered. Then I looked down and realized what I was doing.

My hand was cupping the bowl, and my tongue was swirling around it. I was licking the bowl! Oops. My face turned into an unknown shade of red as I placed the bowl back on the table. 'Excuse me,' I mumbled and ran to the restroom. I could hear roaring laughter behind me.

Needless to say, I gave up my licking habits, though my tongue still finds the bowl occasionally :)

xxx

In other news, I have received my very first award, courtesy Kaddu (miss_terious) Thank you so much :) It really means a lot to me! I further pass this award to Meghana and umangexuberance. Cheers!



There's also an ABC tag to do along with this, which I will do in my next post :)

Monday, 24 August, 2009

All the Attached Ladies!


If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it!

Dear attached ladies,

I have been meaning to talk to you for a while. Yes you, right there. The one with a doting boyfriend, a cute crush, a lifelong partner. I really need to talk to you. Especially the ones who are my friends.

Please, please, for the love of humanity, spare me the details of how amazingly awesome it is being in a relationship. Don't tell me about how your respective other (henceforth known as 'he') keeps you up at night sending you lovey-dovey messages. Don't tell me about how he writes you love songs. Don't tell me about how he likes to cuddle you post-romp. Don't tell me about your first kiss, the first time he held your hand, the first time he told you he loves you. Don't make me your alibi if you're going out of town just to meet him. Don't tell me about how you fall asleep on the phone at night, and he's still on the line listening to you breathe. Don't tell me about how he sends you flowers everyday. Don't tell me about how he tells you he misses you everytime you talk. Don't tell me about how he is going to fly down from another country just to meet you. Don't tell me about your fights and how you much you hate him, when the next moment you're going to go right back to him again. Don't tell me about your uncertainties and doubts. Don't tell me about in spite of everything, you really, truly love him.

Because it just makes me realize how lonely I am.

Love,
Single Lady.

Saturday, 22 August, 2009

Tagzie!

Have been tagged by Ire. Danke! :)

I further tag Himanshu D, Meghana, zephyr

1.
What time did you get up this morning?


08:00 AM. Cannot sleep beyond that.

2. How do you like your steak?

Living and munching on grass and not in my stomach. Bleargh!

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?

Kaminey!

4. What is your favorite TV show?

How I Met Your Mother

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

No place like Bombay

6. What did you have for breakfast?

Bread rolls - bread stuffed with mashed potato and deep fried. Mmm...Nothing spells good food like deep fried! :D

7. What is your favourite cuisine?

Italian, American

8. What foods do you dislike?

Certain vegetables like tinda, parwal, karela..and the likes!

9. Favourite Place to Eat?

Little Italy, 5 Spice, Dynasty, The Pizzeria and home, where mommy serves the best food!

11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?

Haven't driven in about three years now

12. What are your favourite clothes?

Jeans. My second skin!

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?

Spain, South Africa

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?

Why should it be half? It should be full :)

15. Where would you want to retire?

Nainital if I am healthy, Bombay if I'm not!

16. Favorite time of day?

Early morning

17. Where were you born?

New Delhi

18. What is your favorite sport to watch?

I hate sports

19. Who do you think will not tag you back?

Clueless

20. Person you expect to tag you back first?

Anyone!

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?

All!

22. Bird watcher?

I love crows and sparrows and kites!

23. Are you a morning person or a night person?

Morning!

24. Do you have any pets?

I wish! :( I am yearning for a dog.

25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share?

Some awesome prospects coming ahead in my life! Whee!

26. What did you want to be when you were little?

A doctor. I was prepared to splice a cockroach. BLEARGH!

27. What is your best childhood memory?

Playing atrocious games with friends, laughing our heads off, studying (or trying to!) for upcoming exams, watching cartoons while sipping on hot bournvita...sigh...

28. Are you a cat or dog person?

Dogs! Always

29. Are you married?

Nope, and never will be

30. Always wear your seat belt?

Always

31. Been in a car accident?

Plenty. But since I'm a woman driver, I am forgiven and not beaten to death

32. Any pet peeves?

Where do I begin!!!

33. Favourite Pizza Toppings?

Barbecue chicken and mushrooms

34. Favourite Flower?

The ones JMudoh gave me when we first met. I don't know what they're called but they're really pretty!

35. Favourite ice cream?

Chocolate and black grapes

36. Favourite fast food restaurant?

McDonalds, Joeys..

37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?

Never!

38. From whom did you get your last email?

Sneha S

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?

MAC Cosmetics!

40. Do anything spontaneous lately?

Nothing yet, but soon!

41. Happy with your job?

At least I have a job!

42. Broccoli?

is love

43. What was your favorite vacation?

SCM tour to Dandeli

44. Last person you went out to dinner with?

At Manju's place for an excellent South Indian spread

45. What are you listening to right now?

Slayer!

46. What is your favorite color?

Purple

47. How many tattoos do you have?

Will have one next year

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?

Three

49. In What time did you finish this quiz?

10 minutes

50. Coffee Drinker?

Occasionally!