I have now decided that I will only watch one episode of 24 everyday. I am smack in the middle of Season 3 right now and the pace is getting too much for me to handle. There are too many split second decisions to be taken. No player has any time to relax. The entire action is at a frenetic pace. And I am actually missing the slow, increasing intrigue of LOST.
Yesterday, after watching my daily episode, I caught the 20-20 match between West Indies and South Africa. And it was almost like watching another episode of 24. Too many split second decisions. No player has any time to relax. The entire action is at a frenetic pace. And I was actually missing, the slow, increasing intrigue of an ODI.
But I’m sure that I will sit through the entire season because once you are watching it, you can’t stop. I’m also sure that I will sit through an entire 20-20 match because once you are watching it, you can’t stop too.
But I’m also sure that I will appreciate an ODI much more after the 20-20 world cup. Just like I will appreciate the Season 3 of LOST much more after 24.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Opinions - 2
Have been wanting to blog for some time but haven’t really been able to think of a nice topic to write about. So when there is nothing to write about, one can write about anything. Anyway, I had promised a sequel to one of my earlier posts – Opinions, so here it is.
Ram Gopal Varma
The biggest waste of talent in Bollywood.
His first movie I saw was Shiva. Then came Raat, Rangeela, Kaun?, Satya, Bhoot, Company and Sarkar. Each movie that he made had their moments and definitely were much more than just ‘good’ movies. This was especially true for Kaun?, Satya and Company. Excellent movies by any standards.
And then there was Aag which in one shot managed to incinerate all his past record. A completely distracted effort. While attempting to remake Sholay, he has succeeded in drawing a moustache on the Mona Lisa and even ripped the canvas in the process.
Babies
Adorable.
I’m not sure who it was (probably Mark Twain) that said, “Babies are nothing but a noise at one end and a mess at the other”. Wodehouse has often described them as having faces that resembled scrambled eggs. When Bill Cosby saw his first child being pulled out of his wife, he said, “Congratulations Darling! You just gave birth to a lizard.”
But I love them. I think they are extremely beautiful. Pity they eventually grow up into whoever and whatever they do.
Disguised Usernames
Irritating.
I think people who need to use disguised usernames for their online activities are seriously complexed. I can understand someone having a username like jay1966. There was no hope in hell of him getting jaymehta as a username anyway. But calling yourself something like ‘cutie4ever’ or ‘2muchofagoodthing’ is really pushing it. It is obvious that they are hiding something, if they don’t even want people to know who they really are. And that makes me not want to trust them. Nor like them.
Wikipedia
A Blessing.
I absolutely adore this website. Detailed information about anything under the sun, available 24/7 for anyone. If it is not detailed enough for you then update/edit it yourself. Wikipedia is true intellectual democracy in action. There can never be any excuse about not having enough information about anything anymore.
Macs
Over-rated.
Ok, I admit that I’ve never really used one extensively. But whatever little I have, I didn’t find it so amazingly different from my trusted PC, that I would want one right away. I think what Steve Jobs has managed to do is to create a cult following for Macs through some brilliant marketing. Everyone loves to hate the big guy and would like to have a choice where they don’t HAVE to buy his products. Steve has only offered them that.
There might be some people who believe strongly enough in this to buy the product. No problem with that, but don’t constantly keep telling me how the Mac is superior to the PC. I don’t think it is and I can do without your post-purchase rationalisation, thank you.
I do love the Mac vs PC ads though. That’s just it – brilliant marketing of an ok product.
Ram Gopal Varma
The biggest waste of talent in Bollywood.
His first movie I saw was Shiva. Then came Raat, Rangeela, Kaun?, Satya, Bhoot, Company and Sarkar. Each movie that he made had their moments and definitely were much more than just ‘good’ movies. This was especially true for Kaun?, Satya and Company. Excellent movies by any standards.
And then there was Aag which in one shot managed to incinerate all his past record. A completely distracted effort. While attempting to remake Sholay, he has succeeded in drawing a moustache on the Mona Lisa and even ripped the canvas in the process.
Babies
Adorable.
I’m not sure who it was (probably Mark Twain) that said, “Babies are nothing but a noise at one end and a mess at the other”. Wodehouse has often described them as having faces that resembled scrambled eggs. When Bill Cosby saw his first child being pulled out of his wife, he said, “Congratulations Darling! You just gave birth to a lizard.”
But I love them. I think they are extremely beautiful. Pity they eventually grow up into whoever and whatever they do.
Disguised Usernames
Irritating.
I think people who need to use disguised usernames for their online activities are seriously complexed. I can understand someone having a username like jay1966. There was no hope in hell of him getting jaymehta as a username anyway. But calling yourself something like ‘cutie4ever’ or ‘2muchofagoodthing’ is really pushing it. It is obvious that they are hiding something, if they don’t even want people to know who they really are. And that makes me not want to trust them. Nor like them.
Wikipedia
A Blessing.
I absolutely adore this website. Detailed information about anything under the sun, available 24/7 for anyone. If it is not detailed enough for you then update/edit it yourself. Wikipedia is true intellectual democracy in action. There can never be any excuse about not having enough information about anything anymore.
Macs
Over-rated.
Ok, I admit that I’ve never really used one extensively. But whatever little I have, I didn’t find it so amazingly different from my trusted PC, that I would want one right away. I think what Steve Jobs has managed to do is to create a cult following for Macs through some brilliant marketing. Everyone loves to hate the big guy and would like to have a choice where they don’t HAVE to buy his products. Steve has only offered them that.
There might be some people who believe strongly enough in this to buy the product. No problem with that, but don’t constantly keep telling me how the Mac is superior to the PC. I don’t think it is and I can do without your post-purchase rationalisation, thank you.
I do love the Mac vs PC ads though. That’s just it – brilliant marketing of an ok product.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Real Time vs Real Life
It’s been more than a week since my last post. I had started this exercise with great gusto thinking that I would not let a day pass without writing something or the other. But then distractions do catch up and over the last week, I was addicted to television.
In one of my earlier posts, I have given my opinion on Indian Television. So obviously it was nothing on Star, Zee or Sony that I was hooked on to. It was the Season 1 of the hit series ‘24’, the DVDs of which I picked up last Sunday. The most peculiar thing about this series is that each episode of the series (24 in all) are events that happen in real time over each hour of a day. The episodes are aptly titled – 12:00 am, 01:00 am, and so on up to 11:00 pm.
Real time stories are extremely interesting. This one revolves around a complex conspiracy to assassinate a US Presidential candidate, while the principal agent investigating it has his wife and daughter kidnapped too. And as it is told in real-time, every second has to be dramatic and suspenseful.
Right from the first scene in the first episode, Smita and I were totally hooked. As soon as I’d get home, we would put it on. Have dinner in front of the TV. Drive the kids out of the room. And sit up till we were almost nodding off in front of the screen, late into the night.
I particularly remember one night when I was in the kids’ room, trying to put Aashay, my three-year old to sleep. As always, he takes particularly long to sleep and needs to be hugged and patted for almost 15 minutes before he sleeps off. That night I was dying to get back to my TV and I was getting increasingly irritated with him for not sleeping and even scolded him some. For those 15 minutes, my thoughts were totally on 24. I was fully concerned about Agent Jack Bauer being caught in a mess and the life threatening situation that his family was in.
In hindsight now, I realise that I was so out of sync with my personal real-time and caught up in the on-screen real-time. These were 15 minutes of my life which will now never come back. For how long will Aashay need his hugs to sleep? Wouldn’t it have been great if I could have simply savoured those 15 minutes with my child completely, knowing that this bonding is going to be irreplaceable?
But the feeling is passing. I can’t wait to see season 2 now.
In one of my earlier posts, I have given my opinion on Indian Television. So obviously it was nothing on Star, Zee or Sony that I was hooked on to. It was the Season 1 of the hit series ‘24’, the DVDs of which I picked up last Sunday. The most peculiar thing about this series is that each episode of the series (24 in all) are events that happen in real time over each hour of a day. The episodes are aptly titled – 12:00 am, 01:00 am, and so on up to 11:00 pm.
Real time stories are extremely interesting. This one revolves around a complex conspiracy to assassinate a US Presidential candidate, while the principal agent investigating it has his wife and daughter kidnapped too. And as it is told in real-time, every second has to be dramatic and suspenseful.
Right from the first scene in the first episode, Smita and I were totally hooked. As soon as I’d get home, we would put it on. Have dinner in front of the TV. Drive the kids out of the room. And sit up till we were almost nodding off in front of the screen, late into the night.
I particularly remember one night when I was in the kids’ room, trying to put Aashay, my three-year old to sleep. As always, he takes particularly long to sleep and needs to be hugged and patted for almost 15 minutes before he sleeps off. That night I was dying to get back to my TV and I was getting increasingly irritated with him for not sleeping and even scolded him some. For those 15 minutes, my thoughts were totally on 24. I was fully concerned about Agent Jack Bauer being caught in a mess and the life threatening situation that his family was in.
In hindsight now, I realise that I was so out of sync with my personal real-time and caught up in the on-screen real-time. These were 15 minutes of my life which will now never come back. For how long will Aashay need his hugs to sleep? Wouldn’t it have been great if I could have simply savoured those 15 minutes with my child completely, knowing that this bonding is going to be irreplaceable?
But the feeling is passing. I can’t wait to see season 2 now.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
A lazy Saturday
Rightly or wrongly, I judge people by the value they create. And this is not necessarily about making money. The housewife who is bringing up kids well is as value-creating as the CEO of an organisation. Even someone who is truly working for a social cause is creating a lot of value regardless of the money they earn. End of it all, I feel that creating value equals spending your time well or productively.
Today, after a long time, I actually took a Saturday off. I’ve been dying for a two-day weekend for the last six months, ever since work became really hectic. Finally I got it. Today was the first half of that much coveted two-day weekend.
I did absolutely nothing productive today. And that too, by design. Got up late. Sprawled in front of the TV for most of the morning. Didn’t even shave (had a bath though). Ordered in some food while watching a DVD. Visited my grandparents with the kids. Came back and slept for a couple of hours more. Now planning to go for a late night movie with Smita and Tisca, a friend.
There have been days like today earlier, when I have ended up feeling guilty about spending a whole day doing absolutely nothing. Weekends normally come and go in a flurry of activity between kids, shopping, prayer meetings, friends, etc. But all of these are about time being well-spent. Maybe I’m fooling myself, but I surely stay occupied most of my waking hours.
But strangely, I don’t feel guilty about today at all.
I was brought up by my grandparents ever since I was 2 months old. It is a fact that I did not even know my real parents till the age of 8. That is the reason why I call my grandparents Aai and Baba – what we normally call our parents. My real parents only used to visit over weekends and obviously they would shower their weekly quota of affection over just two days, making them a lot more fun than most real parents. I have been a fortune child in the sense that I have had the love of two sets of parents in my childhood.
Baba is now 85. Aai is 83. I met them today after almost 6 months. I think of them every day. But I never end up meeting them. There are several reasons. They stay a little further away, out of my everyday commute. I don’t get the time to meet them even over the weekends because weekends are hectic too. I think of calling them very often but end up not doing it because they cannot really hear too well over the phone.
Today I went and met them.
I think today was one of my most productive days. I created a lot of value today.
Today, after a long time, I actually took a Saturday off. I’ve been dying for a two-day weekend for the last six months, ever since work became really hectic. Finally I got it. Today was the first half of that much coveted two-day weekend.
I did absolutely nothing productive today. And that too, by design. Got up late. Sprawled in front of the TV for most of the morning. Didn’t even shave (had a bath though). Ordered in some food while watching a DVD. Visited my grandparents with the kids. Came back and slept for a couple of hours more. Now planning to go for a late night movie with Smita and Tisca, a friend.
There have been days like today earlier, when I have ended up feeling guilty about spending a whole day doing absolutely nothing. Weekends normally come and go in a flurry of activity between kids, shopping, prayer meetings, friends, etc. But all of these are about time being well-spent. Maybe I’m fooling myself, but I surely stay occupied most of my waking hours.
But strangely, I don’t feel guilty about today at all.
I was brought up by my grandparents ever since I was 2 months old. It is a fact that I did not even know my real parents till the age of 8. That is the reason why I call my grandparents Aai and Baba – what we normally call our parents. My real parents only used to visit over weekends and obviously they would shower their weekly quota of affection over just two days, making them a lot more fun than most real parents. I have been a fortune child in the sense that I have had the love of two sets of parents in my childhood.
Baba is now 85. Aai is 83. I met them today after almost 6 months. I think of them every day. But I never end up meeting them. There are several reasons. They stay a little further away, out of my everyday commute. I don’t get the time to meet them even over the weekends because weekends are hectic too. I think of calling them very often but end up not doing it because they cannot really hear too well over the phone.
Today I went and met them.
I think today was one of my most productive days. I created a lot of value today.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Opinions
Now that I've started blogging, I'm also actively looking for feedback about blogs and how and why it should be done. One of the things I got back was that a blog should be about an opinion. Got me thinking. So here are some of my opinions on a mixed bag of things.
Vishal Bharadwaj
The Director to watch.
Just saw The Blue Umbrella. Outstanding film. Vishal Bhardwaj doesn't disappoint in the least. I hadn't read the story by Ruskin Bond before seeing the movie, but I did have a lot of expectations having seen Maqbool and Omkara from the director. Pankaj Kapur is probably the finest actor in the industry right now. And Mr Bhardwaj may well be one of the finest directors.
The thing I like most about Vishal's movies are that they are almost lyrical in nature. The story unfolds like poetry in celluloid. This may be sounding cliched, but somehow Vishal is the only guy who has achieved this. I am a huge fan of Majid Majidi's. And I totally love his style. But even Majid doesn't have what Vishal does. Probably comes out of him originally being a music director.
Stand-up comedy
Hugely admirable.
How can a person just go up there on a stage in front of hundreds and entertain them, equipped with nothing more than the ability to talk? Can you imagine how difficult this is? I think stand-up comedy is the most difficult performing art ever. I am sure there would be a lot of debate and conflicting opinions about this. But hey, this post is about MY opinions.
Indian Television
Sucks.
Saas-Bahu serials are an insult to the intelligence and can be termed as a National Waste. I have a theory. People continue to watch this crap and find it enjoyable just like picking a scab is enjoyable. Painful, masochistic and strangely perverted. One knows that it is going to be bad. But one can't stop doing it.
Wonder when we will be seeing quality television like LOST or F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Even Desperate Housewives, is far superior, for heavens' sake.
Indian cricket
No comment.
I don't mean that sardonically. I really have nothing to say as I haven't followed cricket since we lost to Bangladesh in the world cup. I believe our boys did well in England now. But then who can't beat the British at anything these days?
The Kiterunner
Absolutely stunning.
One of the best books that I've ever read. And the only one that has driven me to tears. This was one book that was so emotionally rich that I really wanted to savour it. Trouble was I savoured it so much that I ended up not finishing it at all. I knew that I would be sorry it got over.
After a few months when I took up the book again, I was swept with all the same emotions. But this time I did finish it. And it ends well. Please read it if you haven't already.
Polyphonic ringtones
An abomination.
I can't think a better way of advertising a person's own stupidity than having an idiotic ringtone. These are distinct from caller tunes, which only the person who has dialled the number can hear. Ringtones are the replacement of your regular Tring-Tring or Trrrrrrinnnnnng.
Suddenly someone's phone from a couple of cubicles down starts imitating a retarded child. At other times it rings out a loud waltz tune that makes you jump out of your skin. Even worse, some of these play a song that just sticks in your head and refuses to leave. All in all, the mobile revolution has managed to create its own insufferable elements of society through ringtones.
The way I have resolved it for myself is that whenever I know someone who has an irritating ringtone, I form an opinion about that person and any chance of him or her being a part of any party I ever throw is history.
That's it for now. I can foresee a lot of sequels to this post in the future.
Vishal Bharadwaj
The Director to watch.
Just saw The Blue Umbrella. Outstanding film. Vishal Bhardwaj doesn't disappoint in the least. I hadn't read the story by Ruskin Bond before seeing the movie, but I did have a lot of expectations having seen Maqbool and Omkara from the director. Pankaj Kapur is probably the finest actor in the industry right now. And Mr Bhardwaj may well be one of the finest directors.
The thing I like most about Vishal's movies are that they are almost lyrical in nature. The story unfolds like poetry in celluloid. This may be sounding cliched, but somehow Vishal is the only guy who has achieved this. I am a huge fan of Majid Majidi's. And I totally love his style. But even Majid doesn't have what Vishal does. Probably comes out of him originally being a music director.
Stand-up comedy
Hugely admirable.
How can a person just go up there on a stage in front of hundreds and entertain them, equipped with nothing more than the ability to talk? Can you imagine how difficult this is? I think stand-up comedy is the most difficult performing art ever. I am sure there would be a lot of debate and conflicting opinions about this. But hey, this post is about MY opinions.
Indian Television
Sucks.
Saas-Bahu serials are an insult to the intelligence and can be termed as a National Waste. I have a theory. People continue to watch this crap and find it enjoyable just like picking a scab is enjoyable. Painful, masochistic and strangely perverted. One knows that it is going to be bad. But one can't stop doing it.
Wonder when we will be seeing quality television like LOST or F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Even Desperate Housewives, is far superior, for heavens' sake.
Indian cricket
No comment.
I don't mean that sardonically. I really have nothing to say as I haven't followed cricket since we lost to Bangladesh in the world cup. I believe our boys did well in England now. But then who can't beat the British at anything these days?
The Kiterunner
Absolutely stunning.
One of the best books that I've ever read. And the only one that has driven me to tears. This was one book that was so emotionally rich that I really wanted to savour it. Trouble was I savoured it so much that I ended up not finishing it at all. I knew that I would be sorry it got over.
After a few months when I took up the book again, I was swept with all the same emotions. But this time I did finish it. And it ends well. Please read it if you haven't already.
Polyphonic ringtones
An abomination.
I can't think a better way of advertising a person's own stupidity than having an idiotic ringtone. These are distinct from caller tunes, which only the person who has dialled the number can hear. Ringtones are the replacement of your regular Tring-Tring or Trrrrrrinnnnnng.
Suddenly someone's phone from a couple of cubicles down starts imitating a retarded child. At other times it rings out a loud waltz tune that makes you jump out of your skin. Even worse, some of these play a song that just sticks in your head and refuses to leave. All in all, the mobile revolution has managed to create its own insufferable elements of society through ringtones.
The way I have resolved it for myself is that whenever I know someone who has an irritating ringtone, I form an opinion about that person and any chance of him or her being a part of any party I ever throw is history.
That's it for now. I can foresee a lot of sequels to this post in the future.
Keeping it going
Well... here I am. Back again. Wondering what part of the world I can capture, pass through my consciousness and send it back into the Universe with a little bit of me in it. In other words - blog.
Having just yesterday discovered the joys of blogging, I might still be in the initial euphoria stage. People had always told me that I can write fairly decently. English composition in fact (now that I remember) used to be my favourite class. It always used to be the last class on Saturday, which incidentally was half-day; and my friends would only be dreaming about the day-and-a-half long weekend coming up. I, on the other hand, would be really looking forward to this class and funnily enough the weekend would start an hour earlier for me than for my friends.
Anyway, coming back to blogging. I was really feeling good last evening having put up two of my first blogs. And being annoyingly analytical in my thinking, I was trying to understand what exactly it was that made me feel that way. And I have some thoughts on the matter.
Like I mentioned at the start, blogging is nothing but capturing something from your universe, passing it through your own consciousness and putting it right back out there. The only difference between what goes in and what comes out is that what comes out has a bit of you in it.
Its that 'little bit of you' that I suspect makes all the difference. Somewhere under it all, at an extremely primordial level, we do want to leave our mark - a deep-rooted quest for immortality maybe.
Whatever it may be. Looks like it is something enjoyable that I can do. So I'm going to keep at it. Hopefully 10 years down the line, I will be reading these first few blogs of mine and I wonder what my thoughts then would be.
Having just yesterday discovered the joys of blogging, I might still be in the initial euphoria stage. People had always told me that I can write fairly decently. English composition in fact (now that I remember) used to be my favourite class. It always used to be the last class on Saturday, which incidentally was half-day; and my friends would only be dreaming about the day-and-a-half long weekend coming up. I, on the other hand, would be really looking forward to this class and funnily enough the weekend would start an hour earlier for me than for my friends.
Anyway, coming back to blogging. I was really feeling good last evening having put up two of my first blogs. And being annoyingly analytical in my thinking, I was trying to understand what exactly it was that made me feel that way. And I have some thoughts on the matter.
Like I mentioned at the start, blogging is nothing but capturing something from your universe, passing it through your own consciousness and putting it right back out there. The only difference between what goes in and what comes out is that what comes out has a bit of you in it.
Its that 'little bit of you' that I suspect makes all the difference. Somewhere under it all, at an extremely primordial level, we do want to leave our mark - a deep-rooted quest for immortality maybe.
Whatever it may be. Looks like it is something enjoyable that I can do. So I'm going to keep at it. Hopefully 10 years down the line, I will be reading these first few blogs of mine and I wonder what my thoughts then would be.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The eye of Sauron
For all of you Lord of the Rings fans, you know what I'm talking about already. But something happened recently with my 7 year old and this classical villain from the Tolkien tome, that had me in splits.
We were watching the movies together as a family. Having steadily fed on a Harry Potter diet since the last 3 years (ever since Amun's started understanding movies), I thought he really should start appreciating LOTR too. As expected, he totally loved it. Both of us - father and son - were completely enthralled with the adventures of the wise Gandalf and the brave Frodo. Of course, kids these days are a lot more plucky than we were in our time and it was good to see Amun soundly sleeping minutes after seeing Orcs being slaughtered at the rate of a 100 a minute.
The other night, while watching the movies, Amun asks me what the big fiery eye over the tower in the kingdom of Mordor is. I explain to him that the eye is Sauron's eye who now exists only in spirit and wants the ring back. And how Sauron, the evil one can keep a watch over the whole middle-earth with his magical fiery eye and no one can escape him.
He nods sagely and I smile inwardly thinking whether this little 7 year-old flesh & blood of mine is really so intelligent to understand it.
Some 15 minutes down the line, Amun suddenly feels hungry and wants a banana (his favourite fruit) from the kitchen. He says "Dad, just pause the film, I'll be right back". Halfway out of the door, he suddenly turns around and closes one eye while opening the other even wider and glares at me and warns: "The eye of Mordor is watching...don't start the movie".
I am totally in splits and my fatherly pride is brimming over. Here's my kid who just at 7 not only understands complex plot points but gets them enough to crack a joke about it - comic timing, funny faces and all. That too in the middle of watching a bloody, bloody battle for the middle earth in all 5.1 surround sound, widescreen glory.
Was it just a fluke? I like to think not. I like to see this as a sign of great intelligence in my child. I see him being able to keep his cool and sense of humour in the middle of all sorts of miseries. I see him being the real dude that I would have always liked to be. But then I am his father and justifiably biased.
We were watching the movies together as a family. Having steadily fed on a Harry Potter diet since the last 3 years (ever since Amun's started understanding movies), I thought he really should start appreciating LOTR too. As expected, he totally loved it. Both of us - father and son - were completely enthralled with the adventures of the wise Gandalf and the brave Frodo. Of course, kids these days are a lot more plucky than we were in our time and it was good to see Amun soundly sleeping minutes after seeing Orcs being slaughtered at the rate of a 100 a minute.
The other night, while watching the movies, Amun asks me what the big fiery eye over the tower in the kingdom of Mordor is. I explain to him that the eye is Sauron's eye who now exists only in spirit and wants the ring back. And how Sauron, the evil one can keep a watch over the whole middle-earth with his magical fiery eye and no one can escape him.
He nods sagely and I smile inwardly thinking whether this little 7 year-old flesh & blood of mine is really so intelligent to understand it.
Some 15 minutes down the line, Amun suddenly feels hungry and wants a banana (his favourite fruit) from the kitchen. He says "Dad, just pause the film, I'll be right back". Halfway out of the door, he suddenly turns around and closes one eye while opening the other even wider and glares at me and warns: "The eye of Mordor is watching...don't start the movie".
I am totally in splits and my fatherly pride is brimming over. Here's my kid who just at 7 not only understands complex plot points but gets them enough to crack a joke about it - comic timing, funny faces and all. That too in the middle of watching a bloody, bloody battle for the middle earth in all 5.1 surround sound, widescreen glory.
Was it just a fluke? I like to think not. I like to see this as a sign of great intelligence in my child. I see him being able to keep his cool and sense of humour in the middle of all sorts of miseries. I see him being the real dude that I would have always liked to be. But then I am his father and justifiably biased.
The first one
Well.. here it is. The first blog that I have ever written. Will it be the humble beginning of great literature - seemingly accidental but pre-ordained? Or will it be just another one of those thousands of initiatives taken up and given up due to the lack of that really essential thing that we need - will power. Whatever the case may be, at least there's a beginning.
Now I need something to write about. Let me see... oh yes! Just yesterday I saw Russell Peters on DVD. This guy came highly recommended by a friend and the DVD was thrust upon me - "Must watch this dude.. you'll die laughing". Now when anyone recommends something so forcefully to me, I always do just one thing - ignore it. I don't know why, it might only be some weird kind of reverse snobbery or whatever, but I don't like to be told what I would like and what I will not.
Anyway, after a month or so of Russell Peters grinning up at me stupidly from the cover (in which time I saw the whole LOTR trilogy and maybe 13 other movies) I had nothing else to see yesterday. So I decided to give him a shot. And I'm so glad I did. I have always admired people who have a way with words. And this guy has a way with swear-words. He can get away by saying the most racist, hateful and bigoted statements. But the reason why he can do so is only because he is EQUALLY politically incorrect about every race that he talks about. And of course the humour gets you to just love him for whatever he says to you.
Coming back to the point. After seeing the DVD, I was only a wee bit sorry for myself that I hadn't seen it for so long. Need to work on the reason why this happened, but I'll probably keep it for another day and another blog. Hopefully, I'll at least come around to keeping this thing going.
Now I need something to write about. Let me see... oh yes! Just yesterday I saw Russell Peters on DVD. This guy came highly recommended by a friend and the DVD was thrust upon me - "Must watch this dude.. you'll die laughing". Now when anyone recommends something so forcefully to me, I always do just one thing - ignore it. I don't know why, it might only be some weird kind of reverse snobbery or whatever, but I don't like to be told what I would like and what I will not.
Anyway, after a month or so of Russell Peters grinning up at me stupidly from the cover (in which time I saw the whole LOTR trilogy and maybe 13 other movies) I had nothing else to see yesterday. So I decided to give him a shot. And I'm so glad I did. I have always admired people who have a way with words. And this guy has a way with swear-words. He can get away by saying the most racist, hateful and bigoted statements. But the reason why he can do so is only because he is EQUALLY politically incorrect about every race that he talks about. And of course the humour gets you to just love him for whatever he says to you.
Coming back to the point. After seeing the DVD, I was only a wee bit sorry for myself that I hadn't seen it for so long. Need to work on the reason why this happened, but I'll probably keep it for another day and another blog. Hopefully, I'll at least come around to keeping this thing going.
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