Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Emmy puzzle

So this article is sort of how I feel about the emmies this year - or indeed, every year.

But this is the part, right at the end, that kills me:

"(ABC apparently wasn't happy its two big hits weren't nominated. It scheduled "Pirates of the Caribbean" to air opposite the Emmy ceremony.)"


The Emmy puzzle

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Adrfit on Sundays

Yet another Sunday without any F1 action means I was completely and totally bored. I even gave MotoGP a go, in order to get my motorsport fix. The 250cc race was boring in the extreme, but the 500cc race was passably interesting. For all the screaming from the rooftops MotoGP fans do about how exciting their races are, with an abundance of overtaking, this race very much failed to live up the hoopla. No battles for the lead, though there was an intriguing dice for second place. It is, however, quite fantastic to watch onboard views, because the bikes seem to wriggle around on the edge, and i kept thinking someone would crash.

I may yet become a MotoGP fan. However, its difficult (to say the least) to express how excited I am by the fact that the summer break is almost over. Turkey, here we come!

Another attempt to fill up F1-sans weekends resulted in watching two mildly annoying and extremely frivolous European films starring Penelope Cruz in her pre- Almodovar avatar. Thank the Lord he found her.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Family Time

Yesterday, Mum, Yashu and me had some us time. We went out for lunch, and it was great fun. Reminded me of how we should take time out and do that sort of thing more often. The good food didn't hurt, of course. :)

Had a less than stellar interview for the CT diploma at LSR though. Will be surprised if I make it through. Maybe I should look into getting advice on how to present myself at interviews, because I seem to have more of a 50-50 record than anything else. And that's really not good enough.

Friday, August 18, 2006

The Good and the Bad

I had a very good and very bad day all in one memorable evening. Met up with friends at Dilli Haat, which was nice, and fun. First met Y, who is a more thorough shopper than even me, and then met D, Sh, Su and suprisingly, A. Who I thought was living it up in Germany.

Anyway, it was comfortable, and fun and I had a great time. Dropped D at the bus stop around 20.00 and was happily trundling along Ring Road when the car in front of me braked suddenly. I did the same, and lo and behold, there was my very own pile-up. Even while my head was banging against the steering wheel, all I could think was, 'Darn, my parents are never going to let me drive after this'.

When I called Papa, he was mad. But after he got there and saw for himself that it wasn't my fault, he was... well, less mad. We had to stand around there and give statements to the Police and such. It was very surreal in a way, and if the car hadn't been boxed in from both ends and I didn't ache all over I'd dismiss it as a paranoid dream.

It was Janmashtmi that day though. Was this God's way of telling me something? I didn't see any white lights or tunnels, but then again, I didn't think I was going to die.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Reducing Words to Nothing

The recently foiled plot by the British to blow up planes going out of Heathrow, has, invariably made life very difficult for the people unfortunate enough to have to fly at this time. More, it has brought about a discourse of insecurity - created suspicion of all Muslims and brown-skinned people.

But I've been wondering about the word itself, 'Terror'. Its bandied about as a one-word answer for all the ills in the world. As the justification for any and all measures that curb privacy, democracy. The term has been overused to the extent where I think its meaningless. It was never a comfortable word to begin with, as evidenced by all the statements about one man's freedom fighter being another's terrorist. And now, with screaming newspaper headlines and television news channels fighting to get the best ratings, the word's reduced, for me anyway, to absolutely nothing but sensationalism of the worst kind.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Of Missed Birthdays and Rakhee

Well, the missed birthday wasn't exactly missed, coz I did call and wish, however, forgot to acknowledge it right here.... So belated Happy Birthday R!!! I love you.... and I thank whatever happy coincidence made sure our parents would know each other.

I'm soooooo lucky to have you in my life, to know that somewhere there is you. Our relationship hasn't been without problems, and we've had that temperamental pre-teen/teen phase where we fought like, well, only teenage girls can. But I literally don't remember a time when I didn't know you, and that you weren't my bestest friend. So, here's to our friendship, and may it last for the rest of our lives, like it has so far.

On a lighter note, took my brothers out to see Cars on Rakhee. I loved the movie, especially when I remembered that MS had a done a small VO for, what else, but a Ferrari. It was a surprisingly cynical film though, and it just reminded me of how much I love Pixar. Plus, I baked. I made muffins! Harry Potter ones! Needless to say, it could have tasted like sawdust and the kids would've loved it.

Went shopping with A and M day before yesterday, which was nice. Had a good dinner at Diva where I haven't been in years. Found an amazing amount of traffic on the way, which raised Mum's temperature through the roof.

Also met up with S. It was good, again after so long. Its amazing how comfortable you can be with people you haven't met for an age and may not have much in common with anymore. There wasn't any awkwardness, it was just like slipping into an old T-shirt.

And congrats to S (a different one) on Nia. May you have many good years ahead with her.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Fanfic Musings

This is likely to be the first of many musings of fandom.

I was just thinking about how invested I can become in a certain fandom. And I go overboard, reading fanfic after fanfic until I forget what canon was all about. I start looking at my favourite character (who is inariably a little grey) through the lenses of some other fan's immensely talented words. Take Draco Malfoy for example. He's very very very far from redeemed (or even redeemable) in JKR's actual stories. But in so many fan written stories, he's the tortured, multi-layered hero every woman wants to save. Having more or less ODed on such fics, I'm now while re-reading the Potter verse, attributing (and looking for) all sorts of motives and subtexts that I doubt JKR ever intended to lend Draco's character.

While this isn't a bad thing, it just means that I'll be invariably disappointed when the final book comes out and Draco remains consistent with JKRs version of the character. Not mine, and not like in Cassandra Claire's brilliant Draco trilogy for instance. And this is just one fandom, other fandoms = even more disappointment.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Dammit, Dammit, Dammit!!!

Dammit all! The race was great - chaotic etc etc but why oh why could Schumi have scored any points? I mean, I know a little part of me wants him to not win the title this year coz I think he'll retire if he does, but if it means that smug a**hole Alonso doesn't win the title.... and who's to say Schumi wont retire anyway? So please please please......... *praying hard*

What have Bridgestone been doing to their wets?!

And Button drove a good race, he really did. He deserved th win, though the British media is going to get all OMG, that was the bestest drive ever! on this. Which well, it wasn't. But he must be on the top of the world now. And so must Alonso, who is 100% going to send Nick Heidfeld a Christmas card. Idiot.

I hate

The darn font in my last post.

And this one!


Friday, August 04, 2006

No Words

The Tyger
by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


I have no words to describe what this poem means to me, or how much I absolutely love William Blake. His words are so
wonderful, and to me his poetry does represent the outer realms of spirituality, and the human soul. I don't know if
he had visions, but his words just seem to suggest that anything is possible.

I'm Falling in Love

With this guy, Tony Dodgins. Yet another column that nails it, absolutely. I couldn't have said it better. - the Weekly Journal - Dodgy Business

Thursday, August 03, 2006

My Random Thought...

... for the day.

When one is awake (for whatever reason) at 3 am, how do you refer to it? Is it, why are you up so late? Or how come you're up so early? Thinking about this (yes, I really am that jobless) I came to the conclusion that if you have been to bed before then (and slept, fow however few hours) we go with the waking up early. If you haven't slept at all, then its staying awake late.

And here endeth the rambling thoughts of someone going insane.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Another One...

Of the crazy Blogthing test thingys. Atleast they're fun.

Your Stripper Song Is

Like a Virgin by Madonna

"Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me, and your heart beats, and you love me"

No virgin-ness implied. Not at all.

I remember having had this discussion several times with many girlfriends. Its always difficult to make up my mind - Billie Holiday comes to mind, but then some of those songs are super-angsty. Then I think it'd be best to leave words out of it. Think Puccini, all crashing violins. But that's more elemental and for something else entirely. So.... maybe Madonna isn't so bad a choice after all. Actually, going back to it, smokey jazz does seem to be perfect.

So I have the song, I can think of the outfit. What about the person?