Thankyou for so much,God.

Sometimes,it takes an earthquake somewhere,far away in a place called Haiti,which ,by the way,I never knew,was a country by itself,to realise that the smaller things don’t matter.It doesn’t matter that you could not make your bed in the morning,that so far you have burnt three milk pans ,that at times you want to have bed coffee, that hubby dear sometimes (well,all the time ) never follows your instructions and thinks he knows best (of course,I know best.I know that.),that all those clothes that you’ve bought since last Diwali are still lying unstitched in the wardrobe, and that its impossible to remember to do a million things at the same time.

All that really matters is that you’re still alive and kicking .That God didn’t decide overnight to hit the ground beneath you with a 7.0 scale earthquake,that the roof above you didn’t collapse over your head or crush your leg.That the people you love are safe and sound.

That’s all that matters,and its sad that God has to remind us of this simple fact of life in such a horrific way.

Hosanna

Sometimes,you just want the taste to linger on,for a while. So,you just let your tastebuds savor that one flavor for some more time before letting it indulge into a new one.So it is with Hosanna.You want to listen to it.And again.And again,and again. ARR has done it ,this time.Blown me away as well with this composition of his,considering that I do not consider myself his biggest fan. Its beautiful,its peppy,it makes u sway,it makes you want to sing along,or sing alone till you get it right. I loved this one.And ofcourse,since its on a repeat mode,I have not yet listened to the other songs of VTV. Listen to it,especially if you’re at work,and you’re one of the very few ones at work,and you are bored ,and you’ve no one to talk to,and you’d rather be dancing with Simbu in your head.

A New Year resolution ,anyone ?

Its been a laidback week at work,so far.And I pray that the rest of the year is so,too
There has been enough time to check FB every now and then,refresh my inbox every other second [of course,its a totally different matter that no mail ever arrives nowadays other than from Naukri and the likes].I’ve also had a lot of time to listen to my colleagues’ general  banter over tea time.And,yesterday,they were ripping apart Vettaikaran.Today I read so much stuff on the net about how 3 Idiots doesn’t live up to the book or even to the hype surrounding it.I wonder,as I always wonder,about how we love to criticize no matter how the product is.
The logic is simple.A Vijay movie is ,after all ,going to be a Vijay type of movie.It would be stupid to expect it to be anything other than that.An introductory song,a few jokes,a pretty heroine to prance with,a bone to pick with a few bad villains,fights,a final revelation of how the hero is actually not a rowdy but a law abiding officer or collector or whatever.This is what you ought to expect.
A James Cameron movie{I’ve seen only one and that is Titanic and I’m going by that} is ,obviously ,going to be a visual spectacle.Its really unfair to compare the two.
Just like we expect subtle dialogues,brilliant music and no heroism in a Maniratnam movie,just like we expect a fun adventure in The Mummy and its sequels and just like we expect gruesome deaths in the Final Destinations.
Why aren’t people going to the movies with the right expectations ? Or going to the right movies for their expectations?
3 Idiots was a riot.I mean,I haven’t had this much fun watching a movie for quite some time.Its a fun movie.Its an unrealistic movie.You know nothing that they portray can happen in real life right from shot 1 where Madhavan manages to get away scotfree from the airport after faking a heart attack.And its only right to watch the rest of the movie in the same spirit and enjoy the fun ride.
So,people,this new year,make sure you either set your expectations according to the movie you’re going to watch or watch only those movies that fulfill your expectations.After all,when you can’t beat them, why not join them ?

Happy 2010

This blog seems to be dying in gasps.Every now and then,it seems to come up for a breath of fresh air and then drowns itself back into zombie state. But I don’t want to let it R.I.P ,not just yet.

One more year,one more resolution.I’m going to give it another shot.

Btw,I cannot believe I wrote this stuff,around three years back.Not that it is great ,but,I actually had the luxury of time to think of a few lines ,try to make them rhyme in weird ways and patch it up together and fool myself into thinking “Poetry,here I come !”.

Anyways,here is to a Happy and Peaceful 2010.

And,heres the so-called “poetry“.

TGIF

Its funny.When you’ve the time,you don’t have the money.And,when you’ve the money,well,you don’t have the time.

In retrospect,its not so funny anymore,either.

Being a mother

Mothering just grows on you so much so that you begin to start enjoying it after a certain point of time.The stress,the sleepless nights,the endless rocking,the incessant whining ,crying while you just hover around not knowing exactly whats wrong with the little one and how to stop her crying,and also how to keep your own temper in check.Everything takes a backseat when she looks at me with that little twinkle in her eyes,when she gives me a clumsy flying kiss,or when she smothers me by clambering all over me ,giggling all the time.I’m loving it.

But,I cannot turn this into a mommy blog because I think I simply cannot do justice to my adorable little brat,in words.

UPO

Terrorism is instant.Why can’t justice be so ?

What a movie ! Of course,I haven’t watched Wednesday yet.So ,without comparing the two,by itself,UPO was really good,Mohanlal’s malayali accent included.

Spoilsport : After the movie was over,spouse had only this to ask.Why do the guys who make the bombs use wires of different colors ? I thought a valuable moral could be got from this movie,but some people choose the smaller details .

Stepmom

I watched Stepmom twice.I loved the movie.It was subtle yet powerful.A movie that didn’t end with a  moral, a movie that didn’t potray the other woman as a vamp,or the husband as an infidel. No bucket loads of tears,no long tacky sentimental dialogues.It was beautiful.And ,now I dread to think what Karan Johar is going to do this gem of a movie.Supposedly ,Kajol makes Kareena nervous.And,together,all the three Ks are making me nervous.For once,let them get it right,God.

Arranged Marriage

Its easy to not feel like putting down a thriller.To read it in one go.Its however,quite hard to feel the same,about a book of short stories.And not exactly Saki type stories.Short,open-ending type stories about failed marriages,lost love,painful divorces,the works.But Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s Arranged Marriage does exactly that. Initially,I wasn’t all so impressed with her writing.But,as I finished story after story,I actually could not put the book down.Her style of writing actually brings so much life to the characters that you pretty much feel what they’re feeling.The book is not essentially about arranged marriages.Its about all kinds of marriages,divorces,love lost.Though it does make for a good read,most of the stories end on a very melancholy note.Most of the marriages are failed.And most seem to find love outside that one legally binding relationship.Though some of the stories do throw a faint ray of light at the end of the tunnel,I really wonder if anyone who reads this book would ever want to go through all the trouble of getting married just for that one ray of hope.

Bull.

Orkut was trying too hard to be funny today.

Today’s fortune: What we think, we become (Please don’t think you are a superhero and don’t try to fly)

I need a wall.