Ah!!bugger...

Making bad, senseless movies is as important to Salman Khan as breathing. Shah Rukh Khan does it now and then, whenever he feels like buying a new sports team, and now, probably jealous of his peers ability to literally crap money with minimal effort on their part, Aamir Khan joins the pack. With a second half that seems to drag on and on, the movie literally inflicts new horrors upon us. "Twist endings" are a nice surprise, but it kind of beats the purpose when the so called "twist" (that everyone guessed at intermission and discarded as ridiculous) encourages the audience to take up a gun and shoot one self, rather than suffer the stupidity that surrounds us. And what is it with making never ending movies, that fascinate directors around this part of the world, so much?! Statistic shows, that one out of every three beggars that you see in the streets of India used to be employed as Bollywood editors. I could swear that the buildings and malls that we saw when we c

I'm pretty cold when it comes to expressing sentiment. So no prolonged, teary farewells and speeches here. But, a poem in class I, probably my first in that school, suddenly came back to me. I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing in the sea And it was deeply laden with pretty things for me There were comfits in the cabin And apples in the hold The sails were made of satin And masts were made of gold. The four and twenty sailors That stood above the decks Were four and twenty white mice With chains about their necks The captain was a duck With a packet on his back And when the ship began to move The captain said, "quack quack." Have a good one, Popeye. And do return my bag sometime. Anytime.

Over thinking is not always a good thing. *sigh* Since sleep is hard to come by, thanks to my sudden craving for coffee at two in the morning, I am going to sit back, relax, and watch Bambi! P.S. I still do occasionally cry when they kill Bambi's mother. HEY! It's nothing to be embarrassed about. There never was, and will never be, a nicer deer.

Oh teachers are my lessons done? I cannot do another one. They laughed and laughed and said Well child, Are your lessons done? Are your lessons done? Are your lessons done?

So I wake up once more to the sound of music, and mother Mary comes to me. Tell's me it's time for the semesters again, and I tell her to let it be. Yes, this is the kind of stuff that I come up with nowadays. Thank your lucky stars folks that I had no internet connection thus far to inflict my thoughts upon the suffering minority that reads these pages. But with the semesters upon me once again, and practicals from tomorrow(today actually, in a technical sense) I had to resign to the fact that my days, for the next couple of weeks, are going to be spent in bored seclusion, so as to successfully pass off the grand illusion that I am indeed studying for these balmy road bumps that pass for examinations. Hence, against my better judgement, keeping aside my new found contempt for the social networking media, here I am once more. Contempt? Why? Those interested might be asking. (Ever the optimist, I am!) Well, for one, they don't afford a hint of privacy. Secondly, it'

Frodo : I can't do this, Sam. Sam : I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo : What are we holding onto, Sam? Sam : That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fig

P.S. And he still uses Sony Ericsson. I love my phone! :)