Many may be surprised that I havent written anything about soccer even though the world cups running on full steam... Well, I was thinking it would be nice to see enough matches before making a comment on the whole show. Its half way now and the wheat has been seperated from the chaff. I still wanna reserve comment on the teams for a more opportune time; but, at the onset, I am thoroughly impressed with the organization and even more impressed with the Adidas ad (dont know the relevance , but still)..
Soccer is just such an empowering game and played at such break-neck speed that you tend to fall in love with the game... It hardly lasts 2 hrs and seems the easiest thing to do... Only once when you land on a soccer field that you would understand how enormous the task is...
Anyways, like always this championship has thrown in its fair share of twists and turns, upsets and ecstacies, dissappointments and excitements, poor judgement and skills par excellence display... Some memories like the Swedes rushing to a draw in the last minute has been etched in memory forever...
Some heroes are born... some destroyed... As the tournament progresses; stakes would get higher and gossips louder... A simple mistake would be a catastrophe while one right move may improve your stock by a few millions.. The ball crossin the goal line would determine everything from your new tees to your new GODs...
Joga Bonito or the Beautiful Game as I understand it; is casting a spell on this populace of 6 billion...
As is said... 32 countries... One religion.... One temple.... the search for GOD ends July 9th...
Friday, June 23, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
Movies...
I have been a keen follower of movies and it always surprises me when people ask me how I liked one. Now, I dont really know what to say because arent movies or art supposed to be like a personal choice...
What I like neednt necessarily be your zenith of creativity and vice versa... I like to spend three hours or whatever the length of the movie is... totally bereft of my personal concerns. If a movie helps me achieve that, then its good enough for me. This is my only necessary and sufficient condition for a movie. And the more outrageous and unbelievable the plot even better... It totally draws me away from realms of reality and takes my mind to another place...
That's eutopia for me... I like Govinda movies for the same reasons... Though cinematically they may be in tatters, thy entertain me with their lack of logic and reasoning for three hours... Good enough; works just right for me...
So the next time you want my opinion whether to watch a movie; this is what i would most probably say: Hey it was Ok; I liked it.. Good enough for a one-time see...
As to what it means: I will watch any damn movie... If you wanna join in, feel free. More the merrier.... If your movie tastes r very refined, wait for the review and hedge your bets...If you are a loser, forget movies... they cost way too much to satiate any of ur thirsts.. Go grab a beer instead....
What I like neednt necessarily be your zenith of creativity and vice versa... I like to spend three hours or whatever the length of the movie is... totally bereft of my personal concerns. If a movie helps me achieve that, then its good enough for me. This is my only necessary and sufficient condition for a movie. And the more outrageous and unbelievable the plot even better... It totally draws me away from realms of reality and takes my mind to another place...
That's eutopia for me... I like Govinda movies for the same reasons... Though cinematically they may be in tatters, thy entertain me with their lack of logic and reasoning for three hours... Good enough; works just right for me...
So the next time you want my opinion whether to watch a movie; this is what i would most probably say: Hey it was Ok; I liked it.. Good enough for a one-time see...
As to what it means: I will watch any damn movie... If you wanna join in, feel free. More the merrier.... If your movie tastes r very refined, wait for the review and hedge your bets...If you are a loser, forget movies... they cost way too much to satiate any of ur thirsts.. Go grab a beer instead....
Birthdays...
Last week was kinda significant in my PG... We had 2 birthdays celebrated within the space of about a week and though we celebrated both in much the same way... it was actually quite touching.
Well, before telling about the singnificance of it all, let me give you all a small peep in my PG. This PG is like a big bungalow with quite a few rooms all stashed with upto three beds with the landlady making sure that she would squeeze every imaginable dime that she's used to build this one. By some strange coincidence she is extremely successful at it even though she is universally hated. God and his ways, I say...
We have a servant who is more like the heart of the house and he's got so much alcohol in his body that if he gets cut we may see streams of rum and whiskey flowing out... Add to this around 15 people; totally unrelated to each other and friends/acquaintances due to the sole reasoning of sharing the same roof.
Now, a few of us have been around for 2 yrs or more while a few have come in past few months... All in all a nice blend of variety all around... U might wonder what does celebrating random birthdays have to do here and rightly so... It really doesnt mean anything...
However, I have observed that this is the first time its happening. The two years have brought us together and given us a familial feel. We care and feel concerned a lot more about each other thn before. Saturdays nowadays necessarily mean lunching out together and weekends is our bonding time. Cards keep us going all through as do the regualr rounds of coffee and teas interspersed with a few ciggys in and around...
We have realized that this is an alien land and the only way to maintain sanity is to make most of what you got in hand... If its few friends, then so be it... Functions, parties and celebrations wasnt the norm-de-rigor but we have adapted it as part of the bonding process.
So this week, when we cut the cakes for A and R.... it was in a strange poetic way the Icing on the Cake for this process of growing up to enjoying life and understanding that "All it really needs to be happy is to learn to be so..."
Well, before telling about the singnificance of it all, let me give you all a small peep in my PG. This PG is like a big bungalow with quite a few rooms all stashed with upto three beds with the landlady making sure that she would squeeze every imaginable dime that she's used to build this one. By some strange coincidence she is extremely successful at it even though she is universally hated. God and his ways, I say...
We have a servant who is more like the heart of the house and he's got so much alcohol in his body that if he gets cut we may see streams of rum and whiskey flowing out... Add to this around 15 people; totally unrelated to each other and friends/acquaintances due to the sole reasoning of sharing the same roof.
Now, a few of us have been around for 2 yrs or more while a few have come in past few months... All in all a nice blend of variety all around... U might wonder what does celebrating random birthdays have to do here and rightly so... It really doesnt mean anything...
However, I have observed that this is the first time its happening. The two years have brought us together and given us a familial feel. We care and feel concerned a lot more about each other thn before. Saturdays nowadays necessarily mean lunching out together and weekends is our bonding time. Cards keep us going all through as do the regualr rounds of coffee and teas interspersed with a few ciggys in and around...
We have realized that this is an alien land and the only way to maintain sanity is to make most of what you got in hand... If its few friends, then so be it... Functions, parties and celebrations wasnt the norm-de-rigor but we have adapted it as part of the bonding process.
So this week, when we cut the cakes for A and R.... it was in a strange poetic way the Icing on the Cake for this process of growing up to enjoying life and understanding that "All it really needs to be happy is to learn to be so..."
Monday, June 05, 2006
Bacardi Losers........
PS: PLEASE READ "PROMISE OF THE UNKNOWN" AS THE PRECURSOR TO THIS...
Tag along we did (my friend was smart enough to fool not just me but a teetotaler as well)... However, the very first shadows of doubt crept in my mind as soon as we entered the rick and my friend appeared dumbfounded tryin to explain the obscurest of locations on the city's road network. If this was a posh club, how did the rick guy not know it?
Other questions soon found their way clearing the cobwebs of the promised goodies:
Why are we going to a night club in the early hours of the evening?
How have I never heard of this place which hosts the most amazing club from anyone in this 2 years of existence in Bangalore?
What kind of gift would we get; if any?
Who is the real sponsors of this mega event?
These basic existential queries pointed harder and harsher at my gullibility in falling prey to my friends promise of eutopia.
I was lost in these thoughts when suddenly the rick stopped and our man Friday shouted; " UTARO..AAGE RASTA BLOCK HAI"... We were gonna walk to this destination if we wanted to reach it; the only hindrance being that no creature worthy of verbal communication had ever heard of this paradise on earth....Frantic calls from my friend to our supposed hot hostess revealed we just mixed our directions and would have to walk for about 20 minutes to make it to our dreamland...
Having come this far and dressed so nice; this mere glitch wasnt gonna spoil my evening. Women and power(my out of these world gifts) were going to take notice of this smiling dude. I would be my charming best; I promised myself...My legs were aching but my heart was going on... and thats when it happened... The designated location came into sight...
This couldnt be true... where was the night club and bevy of beauties and the free flowing booze???? My friend was the LUCKY WINNER..dammit... he couldnt be possibly conned to come to this irreverent lodging premises. Forget a classy hotel; this was much more a congregated bunch of shanties. Our clothes were so misplaced for the hotel that people gave us the most dumbfounded looks... It was such a horribly maintained place that forget the party circuit; even the person with the least self-pride wouldnt have entered this premise... Our only companions other than the mice seemed to be shady truck drivers and people scurrying around for a quickie......
We were tricked and royally at that.... The only ounces of support came from other fellow simpletons who had fallen prey. The only silver lining was that we still could get amazing gifts but the hope was fast dwindling...Soon it was clear that WE wouldnt get gifts rather HE(my friend) would... I believe we were used as moral supports for my friend in this "dumb gets dumber beforing turning dumbest" moment thanks to some divine intervention and our lust for super-freebies...
Our only hope: our friend got something amazing but the hope had floated away into the moist air. The dark clouds were perfect symbols of our gloom and the drizzling told the state of our hearts. Our hot hostess was working for the event organizer's call center and guiding us to this crap. The only female species present there were on tattered calendar posters and movie magazine covers... And the gift... Oh my God... the big gift.... well, it was none of the exotic variety for sure... Forget Goa and cruise liners, we didnt even get a peg of bacardi to douse our flaming hearts... Instead we got one set of the super-cheapest water glasses which are available in the market for a max of 50 bucks.... maybe to cry our hearts out and collect them in these piece of art...or else " CHULLU BHAR PANI ME DUBNE ke liye" these glasses would be apt...
We were being owned and it was all our greed that could be blamed... We had to take it on the chin, smile and head back home... Yeah, as if this was not shameful enough.... The rain gods had joined in all their might to watch us turn from Bacardi Creatures 2 Bacardi Losers....
Tag along we did (my friend was smart enough to fool not just me but a teetotaler as well)... However, the very first shadows of doubt crept in my mind as soon as we entered the rick and my friend appeared dumbfounded tryin to explain the obscurest of locations on the city's road network. If this was a posh club, how did the rick guy not know it?
Other questions soon found their way clearing the cobwebs of the promised goodies:
Why are we going to a night club in the early hours of the evening?
How have I never heard of this place which hosts the most amazing club from anyone in this 2 years of existence in Bangalore?
What kind of gift would we get; if any?
Who is the real sponsors of this mega event?
These basic existential queries pointed harder and harsher at my gullibility in falling prey to my friends promise of eutopia.
I was lost in these thoughts when suddenly the rick stopped and our man Friday shouted; " UTARO..AAGE RASTA BLOCK HAI"... We were gonna walk to this destination if we wanted to reach it; the only hindrance being that no creature worthy of verbal communication had ever heard of this paradise on earth....Frantic calls from my friend to our supposed hot hostess revealed we just mixed our directions and would have to walk for about 20 minutes to make it to our dreamland...
Having come this far and dressed so nice; this mere glitch wasnt gonna spoil my evening. Women and power(my out of these world gifts) were going to take notice of this smiling dude. I would be my charming best; I promised myself...My legs were aching but my heart was going on... and thats when it happened... The designated location came into sight...
This couldnt be true... where was the night club and bevy of beauties and the free flowing booze???? My friend was the LUCKY WINNER..dammit... he couldnt be possibly conned to come to this irreverent lodging premises. Forget a classy hotel; this was much more a congregated bunch of shanties. Our clothes were so misplaced for the hotel that people gave us the most dumbfounded looks... It was such a horribly maintained place that forget the party circuit; even the person with the least self-pride wouldnt have entered this premise... Our only companions other than the mice seemed to be shady truck drivers and people scurrying around for a quickie......
We were tricked and royally at that.... The only ounces of support came from other fellow simpletons who had fallen prey. The only silver lining was that we still could get amazing gifts but the hope was fast dwindling...Soon it was clear that WE wouldnt get gifts rather HE(my friend) would... I believe we were used as moral supports for my friend in this "dumb gets dumber beforing turning dumbest" moment thanks to some divine intervention and our lust for super-freebies...
Our only hope: our friend got something amazing but the hope had floated away into the moist air. The dark clouds were perfect symbols of our gloom and the drizzling told the state of our hearts. Our hot hostess was working for the event organizer's call center and guiding us to this crap. The only female species present there were on tattered calendar posters and movie magazine covers... And the gift... Oh my God... the big gift.... well, it was none of the exotic variety for sure... Forget Goa and cruise liners, we didnt even get a peg of bacardi to douse our flaming hearts... Instead we got one set of the super-cheapest water glasses which are available in the market for a max of 50 bucks.... maybe to cry our hearts out and collect them in these piece of art...or else " CHULLU BHAR PANI ME DUBNE ke liye" these glasses would be apt...
We were being owned and it was all our greed that could be blamed... We had to take it on the chin, smile and head back home... Yeah, as if this was not shameful enough.... The rain gods had joined in all their might to watch us turn from Bacardi Creatures 2 Bacardi Losers....
The promise of the unknown........
Bacardi breezers, bacardi white rum and all other bacardi products were swirling in my mind as my friend woke me at the peak of my post-sleep revelry as I rolled in my bed. The very idea was mind-blowing. He had been the chosen one in the Bacardi " Creatures of the Night "survey hosted by some never-heard-of marketing agency and he had been accosted the privilege of inviting a few of his friends too.
The images he had created the previous night were still making me reel; posh night-club, amazing crowd, the whos-who of the Bangalore party circuit and some hot host who would take care of the privileged winners. I wanted to thank my drunkard friend with a ceremonial bath of some more of the divine waters for this amazing stroke of luck he had produced from nowhere to brighten our so-very-mundane weekends.
Imagining and anticipating the kinda shoulders we might be rubbing at the club we wore our smartest best and teamed them up with the latest glares available in the market. If nothing else we were promised a good time with the latest offerings from Bacardi and other amazing gifts which may include anything from a weekend stay at Goa to an amazing luxury cruise in Asia's best liners...
It all seemed too good to be true; I mean people got lucky but they definitely didnt ever carry our countenance and even if Lady Luck had one shot too many of her Bacardis; why would she choose us along with my inerbiated friend to shower her blessings on? It didnt add up but my heart over powered my head, thanks in no small measure to the amazing marketing strategies my friend put to good use for the first time after his MBA... The allure of free booze or a cruise liner trip along with the real Page 3 crowd blinded me and I tagged along.....
The images he had created the previous night were still making me reel; posh night-club, amazing crowd, the whos-who of the Bangalore party circuit and some hot host who would take care of the privileged winners. I wanted to thank my drunkard friend with a ceremonial bath of some more of the divine waters for this amazing stroke of luck he had produced from nowhere to brighten our so-very-mundane weekends.
Imagining and anticipating the kinda shoulders we might be rubbing at the club we wore our smartest best and teamed them up with the latest glares available in the market. If nothing else we were promised a good time with the latest offerings from Bacardi and other amazing gifts which may include anything from a weekend stay at Goa to an amazing luxury cruise in Asia's best liners...
It all seemed too good to be true; I mean people got lucky but they definitely didnt ever carry our countenance and even if Lady Luck had one shot too many of her Bacardis; why would she choose us along with my inerbiated friend to shower her blessings on? It didnt add up but my heart over powered my head, thanks in no small measure to the amazing marketing strategies my friend put to good use for the first time after his MBA... The allure of free booze or a cruise liner trip along with the real Page 3 crowd blinded me and I tagged along.....
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