Review of my reactions after ...

Wall Street

 

This one is based on a real-life story about a young stock broker working in a small time brokerage firm who manages to see the crest and trough of Wall Street. I’d strongly recommend you this one as it gives an insider account of the business (you won’t call it business after you’ve watched) happening in Wall Street.

 

Death at the Funeral

 

“Insanely funny” shouted the DVD cover. This prompted me to buy it. Though it was funny at times, it was nothing close to “Insanely Funny” tag. You can definitely watch it in TV. Don’t ask me the DVD.

 

 

Rashomon

 

OK… I’m going to say something which you’ll promise me to keep it a secret. Fine?

 

Two years back, when I was riding my bike and thinking on some random thing, an idea struck me. Almost like a wind. What about a movie in which the protagonist is the person who is watching the movie. Do you get it? If you are there on the theatre watching the movie – every thing happening on the screen must involve your thinking capacities. Your decisions will change the way characters react and hence the plot. My idea was too crude to be implemented on screen.

 

When I watched Rashomon which incidentally was made some 50 years back, I was shocked to see the same idea implemented. I realized that what I knew about Rashomon was wrong. I thought Rashomon is similar to Virumaandi (2003 – Kamal movie) in the sense that each actor in the movie had different perspectives. I thought the movie never included me – the audience. I was wrong.

 

This movie must have been a landmark in the sense that it defines what is possible in movies and what is not. As a famous director put it – movies are specific. It is entirely different from a book. In the book – if they say a tree is present in a back yard – there are innumerable possibilities to imagine it. But, in a movie – A tree is shown. Full stop. No imagination. In that sense, movies were thought to be too specific. But, this one – Rashomon – would be different for every single person watching the movie. It differs for a male, female, arrogant male, arrogant female, sadistic male, sadistic female, happy male, happy female, children, happy children, sad children. I mean… every single person on earth will have a different perspective of the film.

 

After watching this one, my respect for movies and for the profession grew phenomenally.

Oye Lucky Oye Oye - Trailer

Don't know why am I promoting the film. May be just to show off that I watch Offbeat Hindi flicks... :-)

Trailer:

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=3paPF30NJhg

Music Video:

I just love her in 0:53...

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=LuhLadjQnHU

DevD Trailer

This is one Hindi movie which I am eagerly waiting for. Let's see.

Tauba tera jalwa

Tauba tera pyaar

Tera emosional atyachaar!!!

Love it...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRLjycn11Rw

Any Clue?

Bought a few DVDs last week.

I just buy movies if,

1. DVD cover is attractive
2. Good Director
3. Movie name is somewhat familiar.

This time I bought the following. 

1. Amelie
2. La Notte (Michaelangelo Antonioni)
3. Weekend (Jean-Guddard) (Not sure, whether it’s a movie :). Bought it for Jean-Guddard)
4. Ran (Akira Kurosawa)

Any clue how these movies will be?

 

P.S: Oh.. my I love bragging. Don’t I? J

Review of my reactions after "Quantum of Solace"

Apart from the fact that,

1. I didn’t understand the plot
2. Dan Craig didn’t say “Bond. James Bond”
3. No gadgets which are typical of a Bond movie

 

I liked the movie for its stunt sequences. 

 

As I write this, I realize that I watched the movie just to brag to you that I watched a Bond movie.

Thinking is pain

The pistol cocked. The sheer sound of it created a tingle in his broken spine. He knew that he is going to die… Badly! He tried closing his eyes. He didn’t want to see him die. The pain was unbelievable. He never knew that pain of that sort existed. The biggest pain, he thought till then, was the breaking of the spine - which happened 30 seconds before. “Closing the eyes” had just overtaken it. Plkkk…. Some one had just stabbed him from the back. He waited for a second. No…it didn’t pain much. “Have I lost the sensory nerves?” he thought. Thought…Thinking. Thinking is pain. Thinking needs brain. His brain got… No… he didn’t want to think about that again. The barrel of the gun travelled an inch further into his throat, as if hitting the throat itself. He realized that there was no gap between the throat and the barrel. The engineer in him wanted to test that. He tried swallowing the blood which was trickling down his jaw. No…it got struck. It didn’t reach the oesophagus. He some how thought of the term Cut-Throat. He hoped the sweat which was flowing down heavily on his cheeks might somehow choke the….what you call that part of the pistol?...leave it…Thinking is pain. The moment the trigger is pressed, it is going to make a cute little hole on the far end of his throat. He imagined what would be the size of the hole. ”Will his soul take that way out?” he thought. Thinking is.

Being Single - Final

“Imagine you get a girl, who doesn’t love movies; who doesn’t like to go out; who doesn’t like your friends. Simply, she isn’t your taste. Just imagine!!!” Gobi’s eyes were big when he said that to me over a steamy road-side peanut shop at Bessie beach on a Sunday evening.

 

Don’t know why, but that was the first time I did what he said. I Imagined! And you know what? It was scary. He has been talking about this for a long time but I never gave a serious ear to all his stuff. May be it was because me – myself wasn’t bothered about being single. But, after having learned from a girl-friend, whom I started considering seriously, said that she is already committed, I was – after a long time – ridden with love failure. “Holy ….!” I repeatedly said to myself in my head while sending “Oh… Is it? Congrats” to her mobile.

 

“Naalu masala kadalai – 28 rooba (four masala peanuts – 28 rupees)” the peanut lady said.

 

As I was retrieving my wallet from my washed-before-months-Levi’s jean, Gobi said as if a war-room briefing “We are in serious trouble guys. We are accustomed to have led a life which had an appropriate proportion of fun and seriousness. What if the girl who comes to our lives stops us from having fun?” For the first time in my life, I started fearing the girl whom I would get. So many “what if-s” came to my mind and each one’s answer was scarier than the question.

 

“Aren’t we thinking too much?” I said consoling myself that the girl wouldn’t be that much bad as I imagined.

 

“See… this is the problem with people like us. We just don’t know the seriousness of a compatible girl. Your entire life depends on her. It is very important to have a girl who understands you. We must seriously start looking for one such person” He said. That was the moment which made me give a serious thought about a girl friend. And that was the moment I started seeing differently the things which were happening around me.

 

All those frustrations and anger you read in the first two parts of this post came up after this moment.

 

When you realize that you are not capable of having “something” or don’t have “something” and when you see your friend or others have that “something”, it is natural for you to feel jealous. I, being a normal human, feel the same way. I might provoke extreme reactions from different people but the truth remains as it is. If you happen to read this – you are my friend and if you have a boy/girl friend – then I AM JEALOUS of you. The next time I see you, make sure you don’t ask me the question “Aren’t you committed yet?” and importantly don’t talk anything about your “whatever”.

 

Hey. Wait. Why did I feel different when I wrote the last paragraph? Yes. I am sure. I really had a different feeling when I wrote that. It was a kind of feeling which said that I am really not that much sad/angry/frustrated as I tried to portray myself. Is there any one deep under me who actually disagrees from the one – who is writing this?

 

I think – Yes! I feel that there is a one Siva deep inside me – who is happy with whatever the GOD offers or has offered (Oh my… I can’t believe that I am getting spiritual!) That Siva seriously believes in destiny. Though he is not blessed with a girl friend – he is a guy who seriously believes that whoever he finally gets as his girl will be one heck of a good friend to him. That Siva also knows that whoever he missed till now – whoever got engaged to another guy – whoever just didn’t look at him, is just not the right girl for him. He believes that he has been made to meet these girls and spend time with them just to make him realize that how good his future girl will be! He seriously believes that GOD won’t be that much unkind to send him a girl who doesn’t like his friends – who doesn’t like having fun and who doesn’t like movies. That Siva is a real gem of a guy and he knows that “Good guys get good girls”. I AM supposed to get one. That Siva believes that he is blessed with a girl who must be some where around (might be reading this also – Now don’t kill meJ). It is just taking some time.

 

Though that Siva might surface less often and speak less, he is the guiding force for the one who is writing this. He knows that I am a kind of a guy who is heavily influenced by media, friends, environment and that it is natural for me to get frustrated like this. But, that Siva is the real MEand he knows that what is happening to me right now is the best thing possible.

 

And one fine day, when I finally get to meet that girl, that Siva will be there for me to identify her and say as if a whisper “Hey… It’s her!”

Being Single - II

“Just look around” said Gobi .

 

Niranjan and Suku did. I was already looking around.

 

Every table in Amethyst had at least one girl. But here? Four men and two smelly helmets. We truly suck. Don’t we? I mean… what fucking lives are we living if we don’t fucking come to a fucking pub without a girl? I mean… till how many years can we lead this life?

 

“I don’t want to change my relationship status in orkut directly from Single -> married. It has to be single -> committed -> married.” Gobi was serious. Suku chuckled. He always liked when Gobi became serious.

 

Personally for me, being in the kind of industry I am, I see a pair almost everywhere and I am getting sick of it. I stopped going to certain places in my office because I might have to see some thing which might warrant me to drink two cups of water immediately. As I write this, I remember the reason why we stopped going to Bikes and Barrel. In B&B, if a girl doesn’t accompany you – you will be branded as “Outcasts” and will be shown the door to the first floor. Left with no option, we have to drool at the intimate pairs in the ground floor. We stopped going there 2 years back as it was “truly insulting” to our egos. Parents too, some how add fuel to the already burnt “single” soul. Of all of them, Gobi ’s dad takes the cake. Can you imagine that he actually humiliated Gobi by asking “You haven’t been in any relationship?” Gobi didn’t go home that day. In my case, I was actually insulted by few of my friends at Office. I, some how, have created an impression of a “Guy with a girl-friend”. I don’t know how. I was frustrated when my friend (who happened to be a girl – not a girl friend) said that she was shocked to hear that I didn’t have a girl friend. “Can you just shut up” I said to her.

 

But, honestly speaking I too had a girl friend when I was at college. Not just me, each one of us had a “small” relationship with a girl. But, those relationships didn’t take off due to various reasons. When my relationship with that girl broke up, I was more than happy. I was happy to be “single”. But, what the hell has happened to me suddenly? Why am I complaining? Is it because of seeing so many pairs around? Is it because of the fear of leading a life with a girl who doesn’t love movies? (this is the scariest)

 

No… I was happy to be single till a few months back when Gobi gave that “inimitable” lecture of all times.

 

To be continued…

Being Single - I

After all the high-decibel laughing over nothing, we became quiet all of a sudden.

 

It happens at times right? In the school/college days, during lunch break – interval, the class suddenly becomes quiet for a second. I love that silence! Silence for a second…

 

Two days before, so many years after school, at a coffee pub, we experienced that silence. This time it was different. And I know what was going on in our minds. Deep inside our hearts, there seems to be some kind of an unsatisfied desire. The feeling that we have spent all these years without a girl (serious enough!) in our lives. The fact that one of our close friends got married to his love did in turn make us think about that a lot. I don’t have words to say how fucking lucky I am to be in touch with my college friends for so many years. I still remember the last day of my college when Niranjan asked me in a sarcastic tone “Are we going to be in touch after college?” It looks funny to me now… What else we would have done other than that?

 

As legend goes, to gain one – we need to lose one. The fact that we have watched almost 500 movies in the last 3 years and been to almost all the places in Madras has definitely made us lose one important aspect of life. A Girl! Actually it is not logical to blame the friends circle for the lack of a girl friend in your life. But, being born and brought up in a conservative city like Madras – where girls don’t come out of their homes after 9 pm, there was literally no possibility of a girl in our lives. Working professionals we were, all the time we got was after 8 pm. Add to the fact that except one of them, rest worked in industries where there is not even a faint smell of girl. I recently joined the software bandwagon. But, as Gobi and Dubuk say – “I am a wrong person in the right place”. OK… what is the point I am driving at? The point where fate holds a big placard above its head saying “NO GIRLS IN YOUR LIFE”.

 

“But, Should we be complaining?” I asked Gobi for the n^th time. “Of course, we should” reiterated Gobi for the (n+1)^th  time. I know he would give this answer because he had a different history before joining college. As he proudly says, he was always surrounded by four beautiful girls in his school days. But, after his smoking and drinking habit which made him realize that “he is a man now”, he didn’t want to be a sissy anymore. So, he voluntarily cut him off from the girls. “ha ha ha…” Suku was uncontrollable when he heard that for the first time. I didn’t laugh. Some how, it wasn’t funny for me. I felt bad for Gobi . The situation becomes all the more bitter when you were in a better position in the past.

 

I really felt bad for him…

 

To be continued…