Monday, January 17, 2011


i tell you: portman will win this time. it's long overdue. the fact that she got her well deserved golden globe is a testimony to my conviction. the fact that she will get her prize for an aronofsky film will be a celebration by itself. (i concede the social network deserves the big one. and i will be surprised if david fincher doesn't outrun darren by quite some distance. unless they want to repeat a cameroon-bigelow episode. and then: there is nolan. i loved inception as much as i enjoyed the social network or the black swan. have just downloaded the king's speech. the fighter must wait.)

portman is svelte in the film. she fills in the role of the ballet dancer perfectly. i read she practiced a year for it. and all that effort clearly showed (as much as it paid off !!)

the film was what i like to believe is art. there was drama; there were all the elements of a thriller made faultlessly. the other woman, and as the two swans vie for love. a journey of self discovery - which we all seem to make at some point in our lives - of a beautiful dancer obsessed with being perfect - every move and every step. the grand finale (oh yes: i am sounding so clich├ęd) itself was astoundingly fantastic - hardly surprising considering aronofsky's previous works.

you could watch the film again, aware of the climax (or anti-climax ?), and yet not be bored. as i said: it' more art than cinema. during times when cinema no longer seems to be all that beautiful any more, no longer an art, the black swan provides a grateful relief.

mila kunis was the perfect lily almost as much as natalie was the obvious nina sayers. barbara hershey was brilliant as the jealous mother. vincent cassel and winona ryder all put in commendable performances, as did the rest of the crew.

portman's expecting her first child with benjamin millepied. could she ask for a better gift from the film ?

no wonder the choreography felt so impeccable. love shows through, heh?

Sunday, January 16, 2011

without water.

and the taps went phut. ok. not yet. but i imagine it will. soon. it does every midnight anyway in my wing. till seven in the morning. i always clear myself at seven in the morning. that's when the taps come to life. and everyone else is asleep.

i have always felt a sense of ownership over any bathroom i have ever used. at home. at every hotel and guest house. the flight loo. not the one on the indian trains though. neither the ones at the indian railway stations. i have never used them. and no: i have traveled extensively by trains.

not the ones in the hostel either. i have, in fact, always been repulsed by them. the idea of sharing such a precious pleasure with a certain racial group whose severely dirty habits have always miffed me is a concession i cannot consign myself to. (there are exceptions, of course) the idea of sharing the same toilet that will probably remain uncleaned for two days is little better than a nightmare.

i cannot blame anyone though. in fact: i feel a sense of pity. for whom? the family with a child. or an octagenerian. i can manage without a shower for two days, yes. what about them? i hear it's a situation crippling the whole of goa. an irony with the sea all along. but that is something hardly very fantastic in our country. it's anything but ordinary.

let's see how the two days go. as they say: hope is one thing we indians are excellent at practising.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

miss the cold

it's hot here. very hot. hardly surprising for a state that is all about "sun, sea and sand". and little else. mind that. plenty of good food though. very good food.

i miss all the cold. especially during sankranti. who wants a bonfire in this pseudo-summer heat? a nutcase, who else? (yes: i love the word. all offences are meant.) the hardly three hours of cold every night doesn't justify a thing, i tell you. i do get to take my endi shawl though. a pittance, yes: paltry or not, i like the feel of it. the warmth. reminds me of home. and cold wintry nights. of my nose - cold in the chilling air. of my feet - numb and fingers-tight. of three layers of blanket to snuggle under. and a thermal under my shirt. i love the cold. almost as much as i love the sweltering summer months. i get to swim in summer - and i love doing that almost more than anything else in this world.

and i miss the food. pork chops. the barbecue almost every night. the sour fish curry. the roasted duck. or the duck with gourd. of pigeons in bora rice. and so many other things. i miss all that and more.

right now, i feel like sleeping. tata.

Friday, January 14, 2011


and they made this film called NOKJ. a complete nutcase product.

the promos were done well, though. i was expecting something invigorating - something of the sort of the films that aamir khan makes in india. Or sean penn. milk, i am sam, mystic river. need i say more?

what did i get? save the wonderful sound system and the working air conditioner, i got witty one liners that were totally off, dialogues that belied the film's title, lots of disgusting acting and a stupid ending (" i am still a bitch ". great. save that for yourself. we really don't need to know about it, do we?)

i expected sensitivity. i expected drama done well. not half hearted acting and hurried dialogues that made absolutely no sense. myra was beautiful though. though there was hardly any acting to notice. miss: you need a better director. and a stronger role. and some screen presence.

bollywood: stop thinking only about raking the moolah. look at aamir (again, yes). make a film: not shitty, stupid entertainment. get a life !

waiting for dhobi ghaat. i know it will be good. there's aamir after all.


i know it's disgusting following your own blog. it's more stupid if you have the option to do so.

no one

i am back. yes.

all i want to do is smash my head against the wall and see it break to pieces. it's been a childhood fascination. or take a screwdriver and push it up my nose. yes: i would like it that way. with "no one" playing in the backdrop. i love the song. i love alicia keys even more. i think she should have sung "fireworks". would have lasted longer at the charts.

i will be more frequent this time. i am not promising anything. who's listening anyway?

Sunday, April 11, 2010


What else do you expect to happen if you have an online test to complement your perfect sunday morning? Perhaps an extra spoonful of boredom, and i must say this is terribly disgusting (more so if your test doesn't go particularly well ).

A load full of assignments to complete, tests to give and then, whoa !! you have the comprehensive examinations. stupid. this life is darn stupid. I wish i were one of those blue creatures in cameroon's avatar. i always wanted life to be that way. i still do. the tough life here is killing me.

why exactly am i wasting my time and energy putting my thoughts down in a blog that no one follows. Exactly for that reason... the sheer pleasure of talking aloud publicly without anyone caring to bother... it gives me a sort of almost-hedonistic pleasure. i only wish this lasts.

gotta go now...till tomorrow....
It's been a pretty long time since my last post (hardly surprising !!) but yes, i promise to be more non-infrequent from now on :)

Just one more day and you will get your hands full with my next post .. the topic: LIFE (what else !!), the disgusting new boredom that has set in and how i plan to change that (or do i ?) ;)

Till then ...tata dearie

(i so love it that i have 0 followers....defeats the purpose of a blog, yes, but then...i love the privacy !!)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Ya ... exactly.....finally started blogging (nearly four years later than i planned to which, again, is quintessentially "smarty"). Am i excited? Well....not quite, though i admit it is not that i am not excited either....but then who doesn't blog these days? It has become quite ordinary (opposed to being pretty exclusive a few years ago) and i am sure no one likes being ordinary ( add: no one likes being extraordinary either).

Hey!!!...My first post is finally up. Thank You for all your congratulations. i will be regular (i promise; hey i promise i will try to be regular: i know that is so not "smarty" -REGULAR)