A cricket Deja Vu

Been there, done that!

Blog List

Theres this famous dialogue deluge in a Tamil movie called Thiruvilayadal. If there were to be such a conversation:

The inseperable : Blogger and blogrolls
The insufferable: me-too blogs
The enjoyable : Blogs that are short
The ulti combo : RSS on firefox address bar
The silly thot : Money on Google ads
Long Term Plan : Indi blog hall of fame, :-P lazy geek
Short Term Plan : I should blog this now

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Too much of a good thing?

Yet another day today when I was complained of spending too much time on the PC. I used to be a TV freak some time back. In my childhood used watch even vayalum vazhvum, a farming techniques program over studying. Then I felt there were things to be learnt from TV more than texts which talked of trignometry, akbar and Praire's wheat produce. Honestly I have never had any use for any of these all my life ever since.

Now the new fad(?) is PC. I cant turn away from a device, that has all my photos, all my favorite songs, all my favourite reads. How I love the music without those CD covers, unmarked cassette wrapping paper which simply says "Sony" or "TDK" and I am straining my memory to remember what it contains. I contain atleast 20 such cassettes even now.

The sad part and really the shocking part is, most if not all of the stuff I have in my PC is free. I hope this becomes a PayTV kinda scenario, pay back to the for all the goodness I get. How I would like to pay Re. 1 to Billy when I listen to We didnt start the fire.

Its too good to be free honestly!

Ganging against Ganguly

Its been a while since I posted (as though the world is worried about it *ahem*). But the injustice meted out to Ganguly has aroused me out of the slumber in to logging in and go blogging!

Its the umpteenth time when the selectors have ignored a man with decent performances in the omnipresent need to "look at the future". It happened to Kumble, Laxman and many others. The lucky albeit undeserving ones like "whats his name that underaged wicketkeeper" had a windfall flouting their oath.

Its not fair to drop a performer whatever the merits of the argument are. We as a country are so deprivated coz we dont value performance and think foreigners are better.

I hope for the country's sake that better sense prevails

Ghajini - Review

There are movies that remind you of your lost first love...promised so much when it started and later felled by the weight of expectations. Ghajini is a breathtaking start, a fantastic middle and sloppy end.

The story gets off to a dramatic start. Surya, a patient of brain damage who cant remember anything beyond 15 minutes, sets off to murder a few goons in a traditional blood for blood pot-boiler. However, the narrative is so dramatically picturised its a dazzling treat to watch.

The expectations are heightened by the flashback in which a witty, fun-a-minute romance between the multi-millionare, suave business man Surya and a middle-class, intelligent, witty and upright Asin is told swiftly and impressively. Their falling in love is so well picturised that one almost wishes they succeed and raise kids. Not often in the recent past has a director narrated a poor girl meets rich man spin with such earthiness, practicality and sophistication.

Asin fusses with a few dons in rescuing girls from prostitution and her multi-millionare lover also gets brain damaged in the process of trying to rescue her. It is here that the story and the narration starts taking a dip.

There are logical holes, lack of imagination when one glamour girl is replaced by another in Nayantara. Nayantara's characterisation as a medical student smacks of poverty in coception.

As Nayantara vacillates between helping the goons find Surya and Surya to find the goons, it makes one wish the movie had ended after the romance.

Surya though comes up trumps in his elegant gait as a rich man in love. His action scenes are powerful and yet believable. Asin has given a performance that will up there with the perfectly affable girl with a lot of heart. Nayantara's attempt in concealing her ever-burgeoning body in a ever-shrinking customes comes out flat. An eminently forgettable performance. She should stick to singing in saris or atleast wear dresses that dont camouflage her paunch!

The director Murugadoss can be commended for the many things that he did right forgetting the few things he didnt get right. Harris Jayaraj's hit "Sutrum vizhi chudarae" was excellent though it reminded one of "Devadaiyai Kandaen"

All in all, a movie you should watch.

Rating 74/100

Poetry - Success

Success

Lifes resounding verdict
on hours of tireless labour
seeming so difficult to predict
yet done with divinely order

Tis a loser's essence
to renounce its presence
making hermetical claims of its inaneness
hiding his obvious fondness

If we were never to chase to dreams
not tire at its distance
keep egging on
world will either be a moan or a yawn!