Friday, April 28, 2006

The key to a woman's heart... is an unexpected gift... at an unexpected time...

hehehehehehe


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9:13 AM


Saturday, April 22, 2006

Just watched "birth of a nation". Had always wanted to. Part of "silent movies" phase. Fascinating stuff. The mastery and the craft. And yet... the subject matter is so utterly ugly. It's a vehicle for racist propaganda. A story abt the formation of the Ku Klux Klan. A highly coloured and distorted version of history. And deliberately so. But the amount of work and art and money that went into this film is amazing. And it shows. A pioneering work of film. Too bad it's so difficult to get your hands on.



Some other silent films which I loved.

1. Battleship Potemkin
2. Metropolis ( a MUST watch... fascinating early sci-fi... just the concepts)
3. The cabinet of Dr. Calgari
4. Nosferatu
5. City Lights (the obvious Chaplin)
6. Intolerance (another epic... from the makers of "Birth of Nation")
7. Greed
8. Dr. Mabuse (one of my favourite movies of all time.... influenced me deeply... what a central character!)


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8:55 AM


Saturday, April 15, 2006

more on the apple festival later...

first.. must share two more conquests of indian call centre operators...

so here goes:

CC: Hello Miss Webster.
Me: Do I sound like a Miss to you?
CC: Sorry Mr. Webster.
Me: And if I am male I have to be Mr. Webster?
CC: Err... sir your phone has been pre-selected for a faaaaantastic offer.
Me: great!
CC: Sir may I know how much you spend on your phone bill?
Me: Why? You tell me what you got to offer... why must I tell you what I got?
CC: Ok sir. I am guessing you are maybe paying around $90 and just $35-$50 on line rental. We are offering only$25 on call rental and 40 free local calls. How does that sound?
Me: Not impressive. I pay $29 and get 60 local calls free.
CC: but sir you only pay $25 with us..
Me: But I get more free calls with mine...
CC: But sir... ours is cheaper...
Me: *No it's not you idiot... but I'd rather not explain* .. look... my phone is tied up with my cell phone and internet... a bundle offer..
CC: Sir we also have a great internet offer... You only pay 9.95 for the first three months for unlimited download at 256kbps.
Me: And what after three months?
CC: You pay 39.95.
Me: Aha! That's the catch isn't it? I only pay 29.95 for my internet....same terms...
CC: But sir... for the first three months you get it for 9.95...
Me: What good is that? I pay $20 for 3 months and then $10 more for the rest of my life!
CC: Sir we also have great cell phone rates. You can get $60 worth of calls for a fixed price of $20...
Me: So what? I get $120 of call for $29 and a free phone...
CC: But sir... our's is only $20...
Me: What are talking about? Why should I switch? I get more call time with this! If I switch I will have to cut down my calls by half to save 9 miserable dollars...
CC: Sir. what are their call rates. Ours is 32c for 30 seconds
Me: Mine is 25c.
CC: So sir... would you be interested in signing up with us?
Me: *Now I'm pissed! Is this guy retarded or something?* No way! Why should I? Why quit a good deal for a worse one?
CC: But ours is cheaper sir. You save money.
Me: Ok... can you do maths? If I switch over... I will pay $20 base PLUS about $35 extra for $120 worth of calls... so $55.. where I am paying $29.... So I lose $25 a month... I change my internet over... I save $20 for threee months.. so $60.. but I pay $10 extra everytime after.. so in a year.. I would have lost $90...so for the first year I lose $30... next year I lose $120!! I save $4.00 on line rental but get 20 fewer calls... so those extra 20 calls will cost me about $5.50! so I lose $1.50... I lose everyway!! What kind of a crazy person would I be to sign up with you!!!
Me: But sir our's is a good deal sir...
CC: No it's not! I am very happy where I am.. I'm not changing...
Me: Sir can you tell me whic provider you are with?
CC: What? You do your own market research. You want me to tell you you have to pay me consusltancy fees... bye!

Jackass...

Ok.. the second one was just too good... I was ina special mood that day!

CC: Hello sir! I have a fantastic offer for you.
Me: Wow!
CC: Sir... we are giving you a chance to go to your choice of luxury hotels over the next year for a heavily discounted price... Sir... what kind of places do you normally go for on vacations..
Me: Mostly nudist camps...
CC: Where do you normally take your vacations?
Me: To the south west... there are some naturist resorts there...
CC: Sir.. do you go to Melbourne or Brisbane...
Me: Not really... unless they have a nudist convention or something... I don't like aeroplanes much... they don't really appreciate nudism on flights.
CC: Sir.. you live in Perth? You can have a lovely holiday in Joondalup resort for only $89.95 a night for two people... How does that sound?
Me: Great! Is that a nudist establishment?
CC: Sorry what sir?
Me: Do they allow nudists? (no answer) Do they allow people who belive in naturism? (no answer).. Will they be ok with me walking about naked?
CC: Err... sir.. I am sure they will not mind about what you do in your room.
Me: In my room! Ofcourse i will be naked in my room. I am naked right now... but I want be naked everywhere... with other naked people. Does your hotel allow that?
CC: No sir. I don't think so.
Me: Then what's the point? I only go to places where naturism is embraced.
CC: Well sir... for a change.. why don't you try this?
Me: What do you mean for a change? How would you like it if I called you up and asked you to go to a nadist resort "for a change"? Would you?
CC: But sir... this is a good offer..
Me: no no.. answer me.. would you? You want me to embrace textiles but would you embrace nudism for a change? Go ahead.
CC: No sir. I guess not... sorry to bother you sir.

Yessss! got her to hang up before me! Full Points!


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4:09 AM


Thursday, April 13, 2006

Off to this tomorrow...

The donnybrook apple festival... it's supposed to be part of "field research" for business studies.... but really it's about tasting cider and fruity red wine and home made ice cream...


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9:01 AM


Wednesday, April 12, 2006

What a choice!

Go to India...

OR

See coldplay live

This is going to hurt either way...


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9:24 AM


Monday, April 10, 2006

Quick radio blog update..

first song... Del Amitri... nothing ever happens... coz loony wanted to hear it


Then... a special treat for the few Live fans out there.. the entire "songs from the black mountain" album.... the album has not yet been released... but I have it...
so remember... you heard it here first!

And what's the matter with Fossils? I used to be such a huge fan of theirs... their first album was spectacular... a little fake.. a lot talent.. they were like "KISS" or "AC/DC" of bangla rock... completely novel... just fantastic... each and every song...
then Fossils 2... bought it almost days after it came out.. what a let down... telephone effects????what the hell? But still there were a couple of decent songs.. Bicycle Chor... Harano Paudak... Chaal... but others were just plain bad..


Now I have the 3rd one "mission F"... yeah... should have been "Mission F***ed".. what the hell happened? Not a single song among them that is worth sitting through... they already sound like a band over the hill and full of themselves.... tsk tsk tsk.. what a shame.. what a waste...


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1:56 AM


Saturday, April 08, 2006

The only thing more pretentious than live art... are people that critique live art.

Someone drew my attention to this art critic website and in particular to this article.
Oh My GOD! First of all.. it's just a couch... secondly... it is hard to tell which is a greater piece of work.. the couch or the crtic...

So I've decided to become an art critic myself.

Here is my first article. I didn't have any absurd art handy... so I went and took a picture of the cardboard box I use to collect recyclables. Had a party with my friends soem time back, we ordered in some buotique cider and had it with chips. And that's what my bin looked like the next morning. It could be art.. let's say it is... my critique for it is below that... (if you have any art, music, cinema, or even a blog that you want me to expertly critique... send it over)


The person known only as Erebus is an artist of Magellian depth and honesty. His several ambitious installations deal with the recurring themes, although may seem to deal with chaos and Machiavellian cruelty also deeply reflect a sense of control and deliberation. The classic battle of the Dyonysian and the Apollonian. The two themes branching out like two legs, only to be united in a common origin of darkness, mystery and the sensuality that underly everything - the machinistic and the materialistic.

The latest installation from this artist embodies the same feeling of adolescent urgency and nonchalance. The feeling of emptiness overcrowds this exquisitely assembled installation, making its presence felt by its absence. He doesn’t disassemble the the absence and segregate it contemplating on the significance of the what’s not seen or heard but has taken place nonetheless – in this case a cider party.

Parallels are immediately drawn internally between this installation and Degas’ series of ballerinas. Degas always postulated the omnipresent sense of a ultra-potent ballet recital but only ever presented the ballerinas prior to or after the unseen performance, thereby instigating in us the need to fill the void of the event itself by our own imagination. Where Degas used spent ballerinas, Erebus uses empty cider bottles that obligate, and stimulate simply by lying in a bizarre yet delicate cacophony of the obtuse and isosceles.

Although it first it may appear as a phantasmogoric cerebral overload of the visceral, it is not quite as epidural as it proclaims to be. It is in fact a jarring juxtaposition of the optimistic and beautiful night before on the grimy, pale morning after. It is the Shakesperean destruction of the dreams to copulate, undulate and ululate on the Newtonian realities of being late.

It is human nature to gulp, to gargle and to sometimes regurgitate. Erebus reminds us of that Numidian universal truth through his installations – our fascination with the fantastic – through guarded humor and measured subtlety. Cider bottles harbour our dreams, replenish our hopes and devastate our memories, allowing us to be remorseless in our admission of appreciation for our addiction and transgenderfixation. We had plenty of cider, but no cider is plenty for us.



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10:08 AM


Friday, April 07, 2006

My mother's suddenly learnt the F-word as a result of an unfortunate encounter at a bus-stop.
Now she's using it with gay abandon.
She thinks it means something similar to "shit" or "damn".
Somebody should tell her what it really means and maybe then she will stop using it.
The way she stopped using the words "gay abandon".


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8:58 PM


my mom's hidden my coffee....

there is going to be violence I swear!!!!!


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3:10 AM


Thursday, April 06, 2006

ok.... blogroll update... with usual preamble

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot: Nice little concept blog... run by people with nice concepts... could be made to look better... looks very dull although the content is usually great... if they could put in pics.. even cell phone pics to support the stuff.. that would have been REALLY awesome....otherwise we just have their word for it most of the time... and some of it is not all that true.. like the presidency admission jokes.. come on.. we passed those same ones around when we were in first year... and even then we swore on our mothers that we heard with out own two ears... but fun blog still

Fishing: Chamki's art blog.... a lot of people out there have art blogs... there are some really good ones that are never updated.... and some really pretentious ones that are updated all the time (you know the type, some worthless piece of art with some equally psycho unrhyming poetry)... but this is different... it's fresh, unaffected and honest....somewhere in the middle.. I like it... hope she keeps it up...

Home Sweet Home: Bodhi's started a novel blog... the guy was always a pretty decent writer... and now he has been trained by the best (JU and all)... so he should be a lean mean writing machine....so must see how this shapes out... and exactly how long it lasts before he loses interest... or wins the blooker... either way.

Chini
:This blog is not great for the content itself, but more so for the person behind it. It's pretty rare for me to come across people who are as talented and achieving as she is... and it's a delight to get an insight into the world of such people... people who have actually "been there" and are "getting there"... unlike the rest of us who will probably sit at the sidelines most of our lives and dream about it and then do other stuff... but she's the real deal... and there are a couple of weird connections with me... like the proximity of birthdays and the fact that I was watching her plays three years ago....and don't worry.. for a beautiful, talented, super achieving young woman, she's not quite THAT intimidating ( just a little maybe)


and you know the deal... tit for tat..


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9:33 AM


Wednesday, April 05, 2006


So that's my friend Greg... he is a model (once used his pic as mine to throw off a strange and conniving female but in the process also threw off a sweet and wonderful female.... but that's another story)

But the thing is.. he has this bizarre sense of humour... he can turn almost anything you say into a sexual innuendo...
Allow me to demsontrate...

Me: This is Alyson's book. I am going to give it to her.
Greg: I know you'd love to give it to her. But when are you giving her the book.

Me (phone): I am just getting off the bus.
Greg: You love to get it off on the bus don't you?


Me: This is so friggin hard!

Greg: You love it hard don't you?

Me (phone): I'm just coming in behind you.
Greg: .... (on second thoughts.. you figure this one out)

But recently it's become terrible... it's not just obvious things like.. getting it off.. getting it on.. giving it to someone... coming... it's big... it's hard... ride...the usual words...
nowadays it's EVRYTHING.. I mean EVERYTHING...

example

Me: This weekend I am cleaning up the garden..
Greg: Yeah. You love fertilising the bush don't you?

Me: I love listening to the cranberries on a monday
Greg: Yeah. You just love all sorts of ripe fruits don't you?

Me: I got shepherd's pie for lunch...
Greg: You just love pies don't you? Especially when they are nice and meaty.

I swear.. it's impossible now.. and it's rubbing off on me.

just the other day I saw someone walking a geyhound.. I said to her..
"What a maginificent animal!"
"Gee....Thanks!"
"yeah.. and you're dog's pretty nice too...."

DOH!! Thank god she didn't hear me properly..

What's wrong with me? Damn you greg!


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8:45 AM


Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Wanted to put up a post about hello..

Have to put up Del Amitri's "Nothing ever happens" for loony...

Have to figure out how much juice can be squeezed from one apple...

Instead spoke with aveek for an hour about women... sigh...


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9:46 AM


Monday, April 03, 2006

Last day of freedom..

Tomorrow the queen takes back the castle..

Sigh.. it was fun while it lasted..


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9:27 AM


Sunday, April 02, 2006

Saw three movies today... been a long time since I have seen three movies in a day...

First up was Iris... now movies like this seriously, genuinely scare me. The way Wes Craven scares normal people. Basically I am scared of movies with british dames, mental illness, and writers or novelists. Any combination of those. Needless to say "the hours" was a particularly edgy experience... But this movie wasn't half bad... romantic in a sweet sort of way... but not sugary... not shiny... the sequences featuring their early lives, when the gorgeous young rebellious novelist starts falling for the balding geeky virgin teacher is quite fascinating... very human and touching in a way... the sequences from the later life which alternate get a little boring... a batty english actress playing a rather batty old woman going completely loco... doesn't really hold too many thrills for me... but the old guy... Jim Broadbent... he really lifted it up... nice... good way to spend a Sunday afternoon... and yes.. Kate Winslet does get nude... "eternal sunshine" is the only movie I have seen till date in which she doesn't.... she is the british/fat chicks Nicole Kidman she is....

The second was Legally Blonde 2. Now this movie really DID scare the bajeebers out of me. My urge to kill Reese Witherspoon grows stronger... and I fail to see how anybody could NOT want to kill her.... but it's not her fault.... it's the character she plays... are there really girls like that in America? I am sure there are... I see them in almost every movie...except they are usually minor characters, who are mean to the good kids, and usually meet with some unfortunate accident like pie in the face on prom night... but in this one... SHE is the one making the "believe in yourself and be who you are" speech at the end... Now wonder America is full of psychotic serial killers... Just watching the movie made me, a fairly normal perosn (no laughing), feel like strangling some sorority girls and wearing their flesh as a coat.

Finally... saw Angel heart... always wanted to.... now there... is a GOOD movie...


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7:53 AM


Saturday, April 01, 2006

I want to write plays... everybody around me seems to be writing plays all of a sudden..
I wrote a play or two once... probably didn't blow anybody's mind... but wasn't showered with eggs either....
I could try again...
I actually joined the theatre club in the university... it was first year... I didn't know anbody... thought it might be a good chance to meet some like minded people...
Boy was I wrong.
Went to a couple of meetings... for some reason I always got the milk crate to sit on... and everybody they asked what my major was they'd go... "ohhh.. really? Biotech... fancy that."
Heard them reading their scripts and stuff.... frankly it was moronic.... it oscillated between Monty Python and Angels talking about war...nothing in between... nothing normal...
Soon enough I realised I wasn't welcome... this club was a forum that the creative writing/media studies/ stage craft and other artsy major students used to trial run their work... they used the club's resources basically (which included free access to the spanking fancy auditorium) to stage their often average productions and get people to see it and get noticed so that they can further their careers.... they didn't want to waste their precious resources and time with amateurs like me... science students... who had their sense of art and beauty surgically removed with umbilical cord..
So I quit... A little unintentionally actually.... It was the third meeting I think... my upper thighs had gone to sleep sitting on the 1.5 foot high crate (while others lounged on the battered, rather shakesperean sofa)...so I stood up to get the circulation running.. when the president Lisa (a strikingly pretty 3 rd year who spent most of the meetings talking about how her latest piercing had completely revolutionised cycling for her) says.. "oh.. are you leaving?"
And that's when it hit me... I guess I was... so I said "I guess I am"... and I guess I left...


Organised intellectualism has never quite been my forte...

But I want to write a play again... I can't write stories... I can think of stories.. but I can't express them in running prose... just not my thing.... you read other people's blogs and they have this gorgeous style of writing... for some it's flowery, for others it's lively, or modern... but it's so stylish... but I can't do that... infact I don't think that way... I don't "think" in prose.. I think in dialogue... I think in scenes... If I were to tell a story... it would always be about people talking... never descriptions, never paragraphs on how beautiful the setting sun looks... but some person saying how beautiful the sun looks...

It's a fantastic feeling writing a play... a script... it becomes a part of you... you see the world through the characters.. the situations... and once you write "drop curtain" it's the greatest feeling ever... and to actually sit ... watching it being performed... it must be the closest thing to watching your wife give birth (without the grossness of the exploding vagina and the ugly head and the blood ofcourse)

So I want to write plays again... good stuff.. traditional stuff... not ultra-modern, absurdist, circular, self gratifying, private joke punctuated, minimalistic, solo acting, ionesco inspired rigamarole that seems to be everywhere... but the good stuff... genre... good old fashioned genre... social drama, morality plays, farce, mystery, thrillers, court drama, romantic comedy, biographical pieces, black comedies ... somebody throws a party of shady of guests and the host gets murdered, and then the detective tries to conceal the fact and solve the crime before the guests go home... A mad-man takes his shrink hostage starting a deadly game of psychological cat and mouse ful of twists and turns... A frustrated, faceless IT professional takes over the identity of eqwually faceless, but soon departed boss and sets all sorts of strange and hillarious things in motion... the new prince of a tiny European country gets bored and decides to wage wars for profit... something funny about sexuality and our reaction to it.... something like a play which is made up of these completely unrelated mini plays which seem to have no connection, but suddenly they all connect together in the last scene...
I could go on... somebody told me a couple of days ago that he couldn't come up with any ideas.. the best he could do was somethign that sounded rather improbable... but I get ideas all the time... they go off like popcorn in my head...

I got so inspired I even bought myself an exercise book... it's nice.. even has this little hole in front where I can put in a pen... and the coreners of the pages can be torn off to make boomarks...
It's fantastic I'll write my name on it... and something funny on the front... "lightbulb explosions"...or "the book of.. something"

And I will probably use it for taking Microbiology notes by next Wednesday...


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