Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Change..
20 days is a long-long time, which makes quite a few things change drastically. Getting helluva busy now-a-days, with all these ppts coming into foray. Moreover, all the projects' submissions are just around the corner as well, which makes me think whether I should continue with what all tension I have been accumulating all these days ! Just to talk of it, I guess there's one mistake I did. Wasn't a mistake actually, but eventually led to be one. Reality is not what it really seems to be, and it would be illogical to say that anyone could be right all the time. Rightly it is said that you can fool all the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can't fool all the people all the time. The point in question is, whether I am the one who has been making the fool, or was I the one who was being made one. Still gotta think who is the protagonist of this theme.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Comparison
Watching 3 movies in a day is no big deal. Watching 3 movies, back-to-back, in a day, can also be done without much of a problem. Watching 3 sagas, starting from one end, to intermingle in itself at the other end, is not as easy as it seems to be. I am talking about Fight Club / Don Quixote de La Mancha / Scent of a Woman. Those of who who know about all of these, would have to agree with me, that each story is in itself, a heavy dose. An identity, waiting to be revealed, in one way or the other. Brad Pitt, Al Pacino doing the honors most of the time, with the narrator of Fight Club, Edward Norton, and Chris O' Donell doing the fightback. Truly amazing. I have the most striking features of the movies in the other posts..If you can make out anything from them, well & good. Or else, get up first thing in the morning, and look for these gems. Every new time you see these movies, you'll rate it much higher than you did the lat time you saw it. You bet! Whooo..ahhh!
Lost In Translation
Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?
Your life, as you know it... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.
Your life, as you know it... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Scent of a Woman
Hoo..ahh..! (Listen)
Women...What could you say? Who made 'em? God must've been a fucking genius.
You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs but I say that you are executing his soul. And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too.
There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthesis for that.
There are two kinds of people in this world, Charlie. The first group is the people that face the music...the second group are those who run for cover. Cover is better.
"If I were the man I was five years ago...." (Listen)
"I'm in the dark here. You understand? I'm in the dark." (Listen)
"I can tell you this... He won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friend, is called integrity. That's called courage. Now, that's the stuff leaders should be made of." (Listen)
Women...What could you say? Who made 'em? God must've been a fucking genius.
You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs but I say that you are executing his soul. And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too.
There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthesis for that.
There are two kinds of people in this world, Charlie. The first group is the people that face the music...the second group are those who run for cover. Cover is better.
"If I were the man I was five years ago...." (Listen)
"I'm in the dark here. You understand? I'm in the dark." (Listen)
"I can tell you this... He won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friend, is called integrity. That's called courage. Now, that's the stuff leaders should be made of." (Listen)
xxx Fight Club xxx
"Since most of my face never gets a chance to heal, I've got nothing to lose in the looks department. My boss, at work, he asked me what I was doing about the hole through my cheek that never heals. When I drink coffee, I told him, I put two fingers over the hole so it won't leak."
The fight club becomes a new type of therapy through bare-knuckle fighting, controlled by a set of eight rules:
- You do not talk about fight club.
- You do not talk about fight club.
- If someone says "stop," goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over.
- Only two guys to a fight.
- One fight at a time.
- No shirts, no shoes.
- Fights go on as long as they have to.
- If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
"It was right in everyone's face. Tyler and I just made it visible. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue. Tyler and I just gave it a name... Every week, Tyler gave the rules that he and I decided."
- The first rule about Project Mayhem is that you don't ask questions about Project Mayhem.
- The second rule of Project Mayhem is you don't ask questions.
- The third rule in Project Mayhem is no excuses.
- The fourth rule is no lies.
- The fifth rule about Project Mayhem is you have to trust Tyler.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Monday, January 03, 2005
Dear God, Please make me beautiful...(A feminine version)
One day, three women met up in a coffee bar in downtown Mumbai to catch up on old times. Shona. Successful ad professional. Monica. Fast tracker in an MNC bank. Ana. Professor of Management in a leading Business school. All of them married. All of them leaders in their own right. Role models among their peers.
So what were the three chatting about?
" I am now on a GM diet. The Atkins didn't work for me. Sanjeev says he loves me the way I am… but you know how it is…”
"There is this young lecturer … a Ms. Perfect 10 who has just joined our department… and the Head of the Department seems to be completely bowled over…just my luck…”
"You know, for all my success, my mother-in-law still looks at me quizzically when I wear a pink saree… she thinks I look three shades darker…”
"I never ever get the size I want in any of the boutiques”
Maybe some will read this and say that they never had such qualms. Maybe they can say that because: They do not suffer from the "disadvantages” of dark skin, overweight bodies or, maybe they have reached that highly evolved state of self actualization where it really does not matter . Not anymore.
So what if a nubile nymphet with that drop dead gorgeous look was the one who got to compere the Annual Office Christmas party? And was also coincidentally the one who was on the dance floor till the wee hours of the morning. Dancing with "the boys” and not doing a "jam session” like most others.
For the rest, we do feel bad. For others, beauty seems to be have become a compulsion and not just a choice. They do spend that extra few minutes in the ladies room wishing they had sculpted bodies, (read anorexic) and fair skin. And a pair of really long legs to carry off the short leather skirt. Their self-esteem does go down a few notches.
It is forgotten that everyone has their own beautiful qualities. When their husbands and boyfriends tell them – "I love you the way you look”, they often feel worse. What is "the way you look”? "Doesn't it imply that I don't look conventionally beautiful?” They start reading everything with coloured lenses.
Society, of course, endorses these 'ideals' of beauty in full force. 'Beauty brands' would beeline to get beauty queens as endorsers. In the process, the myth that "no beauty of the face can show the beauty of the inner grace” – that they had been brought up to believe as young girls – bursts into smitherens. Today, a beautiful face and body brings with it grace, money, fame… and recognition.
Maybe this explains why an Aishwarya ends up with most beauty endorsements and not a certain Sushmita, who happened to be crowned Miss Universe that same year. The coveted title of the most beautiful woman in the universe. Who also happens to be a single mother, great spokeswoman and who has a very charming personality.
So we come back to the three ladies in the coffee bar, who feel worse as the minutes drag by. Every girl that passes by the tinted glass windows of the coffee bar seem to be years younger, wearing shades brighter and breathtakingly beautiful. Suddenly the chocolate sundae seems to be swimming with fatty cream, calories seems to be floating on the coffee.
So what were the three chatting about?
" I am now on a GM diet. The Atkins didn't work for me. Sanjeev says he loves me the way I am… but you know how it is…”
"There is this young lecturer … a Ms. Perfect 10 who has just joined our department… and the Head of the Department seems to be completely bowled over…just my luck…”
"You know, for all my success, my mother-in-law still looks at me quizzically when I wear a pink saree… she thinks I look three shades darker…”
"I never ever get the size I want in any of the boutiques”
Maybe some will read this and say that they never had such qualms. Maybe they can say that because: They do not suffer from the "disadvantages” of dark skin, overweight bodies or, maybe they have reached that highly evolved state of self actualization where it really does not matter . Not anymore.
So what if a nubile nymphet with that drop dead gorgeous look was the one who got to compere the Annual Office Christmas party? And was also coincidentally the one who was on the dance floor till the wee hours of the morning. Dancing with "the boys” and not doing a "jam session” like most others.
For the rest, we do feel bad. For others, beauty seems to be have become a compulsion and not just a choice. They do spend that extra few minutes in the ladies room wishing they had sculpted bodies, (read anorexic) and fair skin. And a pair of really long legs to carry off the short leather skirt. Their self-esteem does go down a few notches.
It is forgotten that everyone has their own beautiful qualities. When their husbands and boyfriends tell them – "I love you the way you look”, they often feel worse. What is "the way you look”? "Doesn't it imply that I don't look conventionally beautiful?” They start reading everything with coloured lenses.
Society, of course, endorses these 'ideals' of beauty in full force. 'Beauty brands' would beeline to get beauty queens as endorsers. In the process, the myth that "no beauty of the face can show the beauty of the inner grace” – that they had been brought up to believe as young girls – bursts into smitherens. Today, a beautiful face and body brings with it grace, money, fame… and recognition.
Maybe this explains why an Aishwarya ends up with most beauty endorsements and not a certain Sushmita, who happened to be crowned Miss Universe that same year. The coveted title of the most beautiful woman in the universe. Who also happens to be a single mother, great spokeswoman and who has a very charming personality.
So we come back to the three ladies in the coffee bar, who feel worse as the minutes drag by. Every girl that passes by the tinted glass windows of the coffee bar seem to be years younger, wearing shades brighter and breathtakingly beautiful. Suddenly the chocolate sundae seems to be swimming with fatty cream, calories seems to be floating on the coffee.
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