A couple of hours before I was watching the movie "Bombay"in K TV. What a piece of work. I have watched this movie so many times and yet I have never felt boring. This movie doesn't have the greatest dance moves, doesn't have jaw dropping fight sequences and nothing like a commercial tamil movie. Yet it is one of the well filmed movies of all time. I have never known a guy who doesn't like this movie. The background score was wonderful, one of which i can never forget in my life time.
Unlike a Kamal hassan movie where only his self portrayal would be more presented to the audience, this movie brings out the best from everyone. The twin kids, they are absolutely on the money. This is one of a movie which really makes me proud as an Indian.
I have been watching a lot of International movies nowadays which were critically acclaimed and even some of them are award winning movies. I have been noticing the most praised characters. 50% of the Oscar award winning characters are kinda just ordinary nothing so great about it. And I am sure that we have a lot more pool of acting talents and a lot of movies to compete with them.
When Slumdog Millionaire won the Oscars, for a while I was a bit happy like everyone else. Then I watched the movie. It is a good one. I don't have much of a negative comment. But I am just wondering is this the best came out of Indian Cinema. And is that the best from A.R.Rahman. Well they must be kidding me. I seriously doubt it. I have so much of movies to mention. Besides the accusations of copying a foreign movie, having a lower technology the indian cinema still produces wonderful movies every year.
If Oscars would have been for the entire world cinema across various cultures and languages surely the Indian Cinema would have got atleast a 100 Oscars to its account. But still we are still thinking that Oscar as a destination for the talents to be recognized. I understand that it gives an exposure to the people about the world cinema still I really believe that Indians should not give a damn about oscars
and keep producing their best.
Now guys lets stop fooling around and try to realize the real appreciations.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Untitled
Sometime in last week I was about to return home after completing my tasks a little too early. I felt a little hungry and exhausted. So thought about stopping by a juice shop or something. I invited my friend on my way back to go with me to have some snacks. We went to this HotChips restaurant. We managed to get a table for ourselves. As we were ordering our food I started to realize that we were actually upgrading our snacks to a supper. We ordered for the food, we got few minutes to chat in the meantime. We were chatting about some absolutely useless topic to pass the time.
In a few minutes we got our order served and we started tasting our food. As we were eating there was a man who entered the restaurant. At first I didn't notice him well. As he progressed in to the restaurant I saw him clearly. He was a foreign guy probably an English. He didn't look like a tourist. I noticed few things about him. He was wearing a slipper, something a native chennai guy would wear. His skin was tanned a lot. He looked like a guy who is been out there in chennai for decades. I found something quite strange about him. He stood there looking for a table. All the tables were half filled, he hesitated a second then he sat in a table near to us. He seemed to be quite interesting. So I was watching him his activities.
The waiter approached him and he gave him a mineral water bottle. He politely refused and asked for normal water. The waiters were giving weird look on his back. Because It is really strange. I have never seen a foreign guy who goes for an ordinary water instead of mineral. Then he looked at the menu. I was getting curious with every seconds passing. He ordered for the food. The waiter took the order with a weird look and left. I was kinda expecting more surprises so still watching him. Then it happened. He was served the rava dosa and a bowl full of sambar. Well I thought for a while and hissed "Welcome to India" buddy. As I expected he was eating the rava dosa with a spoon and fork. I laughed to myself, whatever happens, few things will never change.
He ate the rava dosa without using the sambar at all then he started to drink that sambar like a soup.. I was kinda speechless. By this time he has noticed me staring at him, cracking jokes about him. Though he couldn't able to understand any, he figured out that we were talking about him. Few minutes later I gave up pestering him and started eating my food. Then I just raised my head to see him staring at me. He was giving me a funny look. I have no clue of what was so funny. I didn't really get it. I was kinda embarrassed. I was hoping that the guy should leave soon. Because I couldn't really feel comfortable. I couldn't eat at all. So I turned and pretended that I was talking
to my friend. Luckily he left in a hurry after paying the Bill. I relaxed myself, finished off my supper and I was about to leave.
As we started to leave I looked back at my table in the hope of seeing something funny. At the least I will get the hint why that guy gave me a funny look. Then I realized, I could not stop myself from laughing. Because I was eating a Mushroom PIZZA. A foreign guy who was eating rava dosa was funny to me whereas me eating a PIZZA was funny to him.
I learnt something on that day. Not to eat PIZZA when these guys are around !!!!!.
In a few minutes we got our order served and we started tasting our food. As we were eating there was a man who entered the restaurant. At first I didn't notice him well. As he progressed in to the restaurant I saw him clearly. He was a foreign guy probably an English. He didn't look like a tourist. I noticed few things about him. He was wearing a slipper, something a native chennai guy would wear. His skin was tanned a lot. He looked like a guy who is been out there in chennai for decades. I found something quite strange about him. He stood there looking for a table. All the tables were half filled, he hesitated a second then he sat in a table near to us. He seemed to be quite interesting. So I was watching him his activities.
The waiter approached him and he gave him a mineral water bottle. He politely refused and asked for normal water. The waiters were giving weird look on his back. Because It is really strange. I have never seen a foreign guy who goes for an ordinary water instead of mineral. Then he looked at the menu. I was getting curious with every seconds passing. He ordered for the food. The waiter took the order with a weird look and left. I was kinda expecting more surprises so still watching him. Then it happened. He was served the rava dosa and a bowl full of sambar. Well I thought for a while and hissed "Welcome to India" buddy. As I expected he was eating the rava dosa with a spoon and fork. I laughed to myself, whatever happens, few things will never change.
He ate the rava dosa without using the sambar at all then he started to drink that sambar like a soup.. I was kinda speechless. By this time he has noticed me staring at him, cracking jokes about him. Though he couldn't able to understand any, he figured out that we were talking about him. Few minutes later I gave up pestering him and started eating my food. Then I just raised my head to see him staring at me. He was giving me a funny look. I have no clue of what was so funny. I didn't really get it. I was kinda embarrassed. I was hoping that the guy should leave soon. Because I couldn't really feel comfortable. I couldn't eat at all. So I turned and pretended that I was talking
to my friend. Luckily he left in a hurry after paying the Bill. I relaxed myself, finished off my supper and I was about to leave.
As we started to leave I looked back at my table in the hope of seeing something funny. At the least I will get the hint why that guy gave me a funny look. Then I realized, I could not stop myself from laughing. Because I was eating a Mushroom PIZZA. A foreign guy who was eating rava dosa was funny to me whereas me eating a PIZZA was funny to him.
I learnt something on that day. Not to eat PIZZA when these guys are around !!!!!.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
My first ever Bike
My first ever Bike.... Yeah thats right, my first ever Bike at the age of 26. I had this crush on Bikes that too on Yamaha since when... since when... I don't remember since when.. Sorry about that. Could be long enough that I forgot when it actually started. But I had this desire to own a bike.
Ever since I was a kid the only ride I had was a BSA SLR bicycle. That too a one which was meant for girls. My father is a person who does anything for us. He used to spend 90% of his earnings on our education and expenses. But he was never able to buy me a new bicycle. As a result I had to compromise a little on the style part and a little on the "new" part. I never complained. I used to ride it as if I was riding a BMW. Used to try all those little tricks. Used to handle as if I was operating a missile. Used to Wash it every weekend. Used to take it even to my cousin's home which is the very next door. Never thought about a bike at all. That time a couple of my school mates used to come to school in bikes. I used to think that bikes were not meant for me at all.
Years passed. I was in college, still I can't believe that I have studied in an engineering college which was only a dream for me an year ago. Then I sold my bicycle at a cost of 300 Rs. For four years of engineering I was always walking for anything and everything happily saying that walking is good for health.
At those times it was Yamaha which was ruling every street in the city. Every time an Yamaha crossed me I have told to myself "I will ride it one day!!". I used to watch those bikes till they disappear from my sight. Once My friend offered me a ride in his then new Yamaha RX100. He helped me to ride that bike for the first time. With much curiosity/struggle I managed to cover a distance of one and a half kilo meter in nearly 20 minutes. He told me that I will be good at bikes. He never showed up with his bike again. Then I happened to ride a couple of bikes without letting my friends know the no of times I nearly killed their bikes.
Now it was almost a decade later, I have been working in a "Not Known to Many" Software company for almost 2+ years now. I was in need of a ride, thanks to my company for not providing any transport. I did have money to buy a new bike. I was eyeing at this Apache RTR or a pulsar. But having damaged Mani's (Colleague) Pulsar once on a traffic-less road was threatening me even to utter the word Pulsar. Then this long forgotten Yamaha stroke me as if there is no other bike left out in the world. Then with a little search and patience I got this used bike through some of my father's friends.
I got this Bike Yamaha RX135 The Speed Machine at a price of 25 K Indian money couple of months ago. I take it everyday to my office. It is better than the one which my friend was having. I can invest money on that to alter it anyway i want it. It is parked outside of my home where I can easily see that through my window.
Today it is with me. Only for me to ride it. But I am not sure whether I am riding it with the same joy I had while riding a BSA SLR bicycle I used to own a decade ago....
Ever since I was a kid the only ride I had was a BSA SLR bicycle. That too a one which was meant for girls. My father is a person who does anything for us. He used to spend 90% of his earnings on our education and expenses. But he was never able to buy me a new bicycle. As a result I had to compromise a little on the style part and a little on the "new" part. I never complained. I used to ride it as if I was riding a BMW. Used to try all those little tricks. Used to handle as if I was operating a missile. Used to Wash it every weekend. Used to take it even to my cousin's home which is the very next door. Never thought about a bike at all. That time a couple of my school mates used to come to school in bikes. I used to think that bikes were not meant for me at all.
Years passed. I was in college, still I can't believe that I have studied in an engineering college which was only a dream for me an year ago. Then I sold my bicycle at a cost of 300 Rs. For four years of engineering I was always walking for anything and everything happily saying that walking is good for health.
At those times it was Yamaha which was ruling every street in the city. Every time an Yamaha crossed me I have told to myself "I will ride it one day!!". I used to watch those bikes till they disappear from my sight. Once My friend offered me a ride in his then new Yamaha RX100. He helped me to ride that bike for the first time. With much curiosity/struggle I managed to cover a distance of one and a half kilo meter in nearly 20 minutes. He told me that I will be good at bikes. He never showed up with his bike again. Then I happened to ride a couple of bikes without letting my friends know the no of times I nearly killed their bikes.
Now it was almost a decade later, I have been working in a "Not Known to Many" Software company for almost 2+ years now. I was in need of a ride, thanks to my company for not providing any transport. I did have money to buy a new bike. I was eyeing at this Apache RTR or a pulsar. But having damaged Mani's (Colleague) Pulsar once on a traffic-less road was threatening me even to utter the word Pulsar. Then this long forgotten Yamaha stroke me as if there is no other bike left out in the world. Then with a little search and patience I got this used bike through some of my father's friends.
I got this Bike Yamaha RX135 The Speed Machine at a price of 25 K Indian money couple of months ago. I take it everyday to my office. It is better than the one which my friend was having. I can invest money on that to alter it anyway i want it. It is parked outside of my home where I can easily see that through my window.
Today it is with me. Only for me to ride it. But I am not sure whether I am riding it with the same joy I had while riding a BSA SLR bicycle I used to own a decade ago....
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