Sunday, December 11, 2011

Why I do NOT want a dog

~ Dogs emotionally blackmail you

Have you ever been able to stand before a pair of melting brown eyes and been able to refuse them half your kingdom and your right arm? Not me!

~ They know telepathy

You think of that Mad Over Doughnut you saved from your last trip to the mall and there they are right outside the refrigerator door, waiting to pounce on it before your arm (the one you have already promised to the dog) reaches the spot.

~ They act all cute

Duh! Of course that is a bad thing, Terrible offence, if you ask me. Take a long look at the babies around you... Are they really as cute and adorable as their parents make them out to be? Now take a look at the pups you find... How many of these can ever be called anything but cute? There! See how clear I made it for you! All Pups - Cute! All Babies - Not!

~ They manipulate you

Those conniving things... they make you care for them. You feel obliged to be nice to them because they make you do it. They make you wanna be good humans. They make your hard fought for stony exteriors melt. They make you like the world. It even seems a better place.

~ You fall in love with them

We, the humans, with our innate ability to laugh at ourselves have the weirdest tendency to fall in head over heels typish love with these canine creatures. And you know what happens next... heartbreak, gut-wrenching moments of gore, silent movie kinda tears... You know the drill.

~ They take you for walks

Yes, you got me right... THEY take YOU for walks. Just in case you were of some other opinion, right about now would be good time to look back and have that *realisation struck* moment which involves reels and reels of images of dogs running ahead with their owners behind them barely hanging on to their pants for dear lives.

~ They die

I swear I do NOT understand why they have to go do that! I have had more than a baker's dozens of these wily creatures and they have all died on me. I hate you, all ye dogs of the world. Don't you dare lick me again.

~ They make you feel guilty

Self-suffering, never complaining, all encompassing... Aaaaaargh!!! Their goodness makes me wanna puke! Leave them alone for a whole day and somehow you still return to that same joyful bouncing creature who thinks you are his world. How can someone or anything ever be so eager to see me? Hypocrites!

~ They just don't understand the word 'NO'

I mean have you ever tried telling a dog that you are fine and you do not need that wet lil' nose anywhere near you when you are definitely anything other than woebegone gloomy nor are you by no freaky chance contemplating suicide or worse planning murder... Somehow, they always presume they know best and wish to cheer you up. *Sighs* Trust me on this one, a dog will NEVER let you say sad. See how depressing that can get!

So now that you know how I absolutely abhor dogs, (Or for that matter, any other creature for a pet...), you may by all means populate my wall with cute lil' puppies. Yessir! All I ask is for a chance to be proved wrong that a pup cannot make me happy.

*Sighs*
All I want for Christmas...

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Lessons Learnt After Three Months in the 'Media' Field

~ Contrary to popular belief and friends who have boring (yes, you heard me right!) jobs, there are no such things as Weekends. Considering the fact that I am writing this blog, from my cubicle, on a Saturday, you might not want to argue.

~ Free lunches and Free Offs are nothing but a figment of your sleep-deprived imagination.

~ Myths, in the form of 'the coffee machine makes coffee', 'the IT chaps are graduates', 'the chairs are medically-designed' are *yawns* myths. BTW, with respect to the chairs - they might actually be medically-designed... to give you the most perfect backaches.

~ Words and terms such as 'raise', 'medical benefits', ' are not to be uttered in the first six months of your measly existence at the workplace. Make it a year if you are actually smart.

~ The middle lifts are ALWAYS haunted. Witness courtesy a certain Miss Kazmi.

~ The 10th floor may have the only ATM in the building, but that does not mean it has cash.

~ FlipFlops are cool as long as they actually don't go "flip-flopping"...

~ Everything from Anna's speaking or not speaking is Breaking News.

~ When in doubt, talk about how utterly wasted AFSPA is. And you will be fyn. Moderately.

~ Be naice to your colleagues. Especially if they bring yum things to work.

~ Boss is always right. Subject to nicety and necessity.

~ Respect the one who orders brown-bread sandwiches.

~ You may, by all means, look at the guy, busy at his desk 24/7, with awe. But if you do not want to shatter that awe, do not try sneaking a peak at what the concerned person is upto.

~ It is not advisable to crib about "I do not have tym to spend shopping...". The Air Conditioning, Water Cooler, Jammed Loo Door are safer topics.

~ It is infinitely better for your system mouse to have a lyf of its own than for there to be a live rat/ mouse/ mongoose in the office.

~ When lyf hands you lemons, keep them. They make useful tear-generators.

~ Lunch/Dinner break is only for 10 minutes or lesser. Mind you, the noun used is singular. Plurals in such are never allowed. Unless they are Ciggie breaks. Hence, being a teetotaler totally sucks.

~ However sophisticated you sound, people will still laugh, at your face, when you drink Bournvita instead of the *rolls her eyes* highly-acclaimed tea or coffee.

~ Just because you wrote "Cleanliness is next to godliness" in huge block letters next to your desk does not mean the cleaner chap will clean your place. More probably the stinking office dustbin will land right next to you.

~ How many ever times you refuse people will still question your non-existent Bong status. In my case, Assamese as well. (Wish I was either!)

~ For some highly strange reason, no one wished me on Diwali... but everyone made it a point to send me Id wishes.

~ Office orientations/inductions are not meant to be fun. Especially if you are in the same cab as the guy who speaks absolute shudh-Hindi... non-stop. God bless his soul.

~ Become besties with the lift chaps. Especially if you happen to work in a certain 17 floor AaaichTeee building.

~ The chaps at the security will let everyone pass through without the mandatory ID card check... until... they come to you.

~ You will be considered the youngest till its actually blame-game tym.

~ *Featured in Ripley's Believe it or Not*
Pens and pencils will magically disappear from your desk... never to be seen again.


Saturday, September 24, 2011

About-ing Myself

Who amongst us is not self-obsessed?
Lyk Twain once said, "A man (woman) cannot be comfortable without his (her) own approval
.

So here you go, my attempts at my sporadic interest in defining myself.

"An oddball who has half a Masters degree in English Literature under her belt. Blissfully unemployed, a staunch Pre-Lapsarian, believer in the fickleness of lyf and meditator on the funny side of it, preferably. A life-enthusiast armed with good humour and a backpack of nerdy ideas, passionately devoted to mind-numbing activities, for example, being a Reporter. A grammar-nazi by nature, an arbit follower of all things odd who also loves being referred to as a whatever-preneur. Is known to be partial towards dogs, banana ice cream, Uncle chips and musty-smelling books."

I like the following the best. Short and sharp.
"I stalk for a living. I also prod in other people's private and not-so-private affairs. In short, an aspiring Reporter."

The latest stuff. Fresh off the Minty hot-plate.
"An associative verb used to define a caricature of a being. Mostly pronounced incorrectly. Has been known to show certain bovine tendencies, especially around the oily strata of the food pyramid. Has issues with using vocal chords (no speak, only squeak), can NOT sing. (Croak - yes. Sing - NO!)
Used to be a great magnet for jerks. Not anymore. (Hasta Lavista, Loser!)
Is in love with a fairytale. (Guess which one!)
Works at an Orange-coloured daily. Is getting too comfortable being a workaholic. Might even stick around for another whole month!"

Friday, September 23, 2011

Wish I had asked for obscurity,
In this mad mad world of virality.
Wish I had cried for wisdom,
In this mad mad world of boredom.
Wish I had fallen for laughter,
In this mad mad world of thereafter.
Wish I had begged for grace
In this world which lacks all embrace.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Why The X Deserved A First Class

*To be read aloud by/in a deep baritone voice*

“… Alliances are formed that will shape the eternal war between the heroes and villains of the X-Men universe.”


This First Class film unveils the beginning of the X-Men saga, establishing the relationship between Professor X and Magneto, when the two were young men discovering their powers together. Before they were archenemies they were the closest of friends. It’s a spectacular take on how both of them made their way in this world following their early epiphanies. The character-driven story shows how they discover, harness, and come to terms with their formidable powers. In the series of films set later on in their lives, the characters have split permanently on this very issue - whether to make peace with humanity or continue to fight for mutant rights.

Called a "pre-boot", the film has tones of a James Bond-esque Cold War intrigue. Matthew Vaughn guides the film with a sure hand, allowing plenty of room for the dramatics to unfold without getting too dark or serious. Inevitably, not every character gets the same level of attention, but X-Men: First Class does at least ensure they all have a reason for being there. So what if Vaughn walked out of the The Last Stand. The Last Stand's loss, though, is ultimately First Class' gain.


*Some of my favourite Who Said To Whoms from the Movie*

Erik Lehnsherr: "If you're using half your concentration to look normal, then you're only half paying attention to whatever else you're doing. Just pointing out something that could save your life. You want society to accept you, but you can't even accept yourself."

This quote echoes much of Lehnsherr/Magneto's moral philosophy regarding mutants. He feels that they should not waste energy trying to blend in with humanity, but should celebrate their physical superiority.


Erik Lehnsherr: "Peace was never an option."

I am truly madly deeply in love with this chap!


Professor Charles Xavier: "You know, I believe the true focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity."

The ever optimistic Professor X at his best.


*Why Magneto gets my Vote*

Erik Lehnsherr:"Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster and I'm looking for my creator."


And Snazziest Cameo Performance Award goes to…

Erik Lehnsherr: "Excuse me, I'm Erik Lehnsherr."
Professor Charles Xavier: "Charles Xavier."
Logan: "Go f*** yourself."

What winning charm!


Ohk, so we know that Bryan Singer uses mutants as an analogy for the persecution of homosexuals… blah blah blah… but did you imagine it being oh-so-obvious? Where are the days of subtlety? Lehnsherr and Xavier’s on-screen chemistry is sizzling hot! The romps are in your face! *Phew*

Xavier to MacTaggert: “I cannot leave him alone in there.” (In reference to a situation dearest Magneto could. and mostly did, handle without a flexing a muscle).

Xavier to Magneto: “You did this to me.” Awwww… This is lyk Prof X going all dopey and mushy over Magento’s rejection of him… !

Whatever said and done, the beating heart of the film, and when it's at its absolute best, is when Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy are on screen. Period.


*Moments in the movie to poke fun and throw popcorn at*

~The group of teens that start dishing out the iconic names for their mutant selves. Actually, that part is bearable… it’s just the “whatever-ness” attitude that leaves a sour taste in the mouth. The teens of that time were not really supposed to be the antsy MTV-filled ones they are now. So the egos don’t really match.

~The film has a lingerie budget far in excess of any blockbuster in recent memory. I mean, seriously, all the females in the movie seem to be naked or their in undies at one point or the other. Pray, why???

~Kevin Bacon. Your conventional megalomaniac is introduced right in the beginning of the movie and I do lyk the wealthy power broker quite a bit. I just didn’t buy how out-of-the-blue his mutant abilities were.

~ Emma Frost's crystalline form was another one of those things that just didn't look right.


*Psssst*
A word about Fassbender, he might not know it yet, but, he is, definitely, a James Bond in waiting.

Friday, April 15, 2011

To Heck with the Cons-truism~

*Any resemblance between the characters in this piece of work and any persons, living, dead, or undead is a miracle or purely coincidental and should not be construed.*

... Actually, to heck with the cons-truism!!!

*Any resemblance to persons living or dead should be plainly apparent to them and those who know them, especially if the author has been kind enough to have provided their real names and, in some cases, their phone numbers. All events described herein actually happened, though on occasion the author has taken certain, very small, liberties with chronology, emotional quotient and the characters' previously worshiped existential claims, because that is her right as an Indian.*


The following might look lyk something from the Dairy of the Hallucinating Ranter, but let me put you at ease. It's not. It is, just for your information, from the whirlpool of my irresistible imagination. You may clap now.


At this juncture in my lyf, several of my friends, especially the ones I grew up with, are either married, engaged or even worse... about to take the plunge into the Big Bad World of Jobs. I lyk Jobs. I have nothing against the process of Searching for Employment. In my spare tym, I even equate it to the insatiable search for Lowe. And lyk the metaphor used, I find that I have been sorely rejected and dejected. (That ought to explain the sour-grapes like taste of this article).

In the rare case/s I refused an offer, I have faced nothing but paramount regret. But then the Voice of Reason, (you know the nagging sort, which guides our daily actions with a rein so tight sometimes that even the most disciplined of canines manage to feel a morsel of sympathy towards us) snaps in to action and reminds me of the things I love. The most important in this particular context being my Middle Name - Mukti. I cherish my Freedom quite a bit more than the everyday Ram, Shyam or Anna. Therefore, I choose to not let the sadness weigh me down and get back at the world with sarcasm. Here goes nothing~

Why exactly would one want to enter the rat race and get ready for the crab tales? Pray why would I want to be paid to be made to feel just about as useful as my tonsils? I mean, lyf at the bottom of the food chain is no fun! And isn't it well known that the duties of an intern resemble those of a well-trained Labrador. The best part is, you get to spend hours fetching! And most of the labour is performed free and only at the cost of one's own dignity/ self-image. You also tend to be surrounded by individuals who run amok feeling lyk the lowest form of marine lyf, even lower than planktons and barnacles.

According to dearest N*, (Identity has been changed, hence, to not compromise her future of a well-paid job.) who has lead a cushy lyf, it gives her heebie-jeebies just thinking about her impending interviews.

Nevertheless, if the elusive job ever comes my way, I have been preparing in my own little ways to impress the Employer. I have been practicing cart-wheels secretly in the dead of the night. I have also, I am immensely proud to declare, perfected the art of "I-am-amused-at-whatever-my-boss-slash-owner-says-to-me-expression". *Sighs* Why do I have a terrible gut-feeling that I am never going o b e able to crib about having a pathetic social lyf anymore... Darn you, ChennaaaY! Now every place seems better equipped for fun than you ever were!

There! Enough of the meandering and back to pretending to work. That's all folks!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Frequently Un-Asked Questions (FUQs)

The questions which everyone wants to ask but no one ever voices aloud.

(In no particular order.)

1. What are my break timings?
2. How many breaks do I get?
3. Does paid leave include siesta tym?
4. What free stuff can I take home?
5. Do I get to pick which days I wanna work?
6. Can I tweet "Overheard at the Water-Cooler" conversations?
7. How long can an hour-long break last?
8. When do I get promoted?
9. Do incentives include vouchers to all the happening water-holes?
10. Where is the party tonight?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

"How to get over a Heartbreak" aka "How to pretend to get over a Heartbreak"

"How to get over a Heartbreak" aka "How to pretend to get over a Heartbreak"

1. Do NOT listen to the gazillion of love songs. They are all out to get you.
2. Do not curse mankind. Hate it. With vehemence.
3. Do not become a Man-Hater. Be a misanthropist, instead. Its cooler.
4. Memorise this – Once a JackAss, Always a JackAss.
5. Explaining does NOT help.
6. Stay away from knives, scissors, matches, etcetera. Trust me, they hurt.
7. That moth that flaps its black wings over your heart and does not let you breathe... It is NOT going away. Ever.
8. Accept it. Face it.
9. Cry. Bawl. Sob. Snivel. Wail. Weep. Whimper. Howl. Holler. Yowl. It won’t help.
10. In the words of one wise guy, “How do you face rejection? Get used to it!”

Kapish??? Naaaaaaah!

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Squeakings of a Cynic


The following rhetorical declarations have a lot more to do with reality than you will ever fathom. Meandering allegations in morbid situations should not just be dismissed with that non-committal nod of the head. Martyred aspirations? Maybe.


The creative cells in a person’s brains raised to the power of infinity would not be sufficient to explain the phenomenon of a heart-break. It’s said to be brutal. I think it’s a truck-load more than that.

Pssst! One secret about heart-breaks – oddly enough, they are anything but even! True story. The vicious circle of boy-meets-girl-blah-blah-blah-they-live-happily-ever-after is passé. Nowadays it more of boy-meets-girl-blah-blah-blah-breaks-her-heart-into-a-gazillion-pieces-and-then-does-it-all-over-again. *Ouch*

Blatant Feminocracy, you allege. Well, you might not be in the wrong. Given a chance, I would rout for females always. But then, I have had my share of bitter experiences with the so-called fair species as well. At this stage of lyf, I don’t fancy trusting anyone with my feelings, let go my heart.

For now, I am going to continue mourning the loss of my peace of mind... my sanity. Maybe I might even force myself to get lost somewhere in the wilderness of my creative imagination. The tornado raging inside ought to be more sensitive than the numbness outside.

My take on the whole issue can be found in II Corinthians 6:14.
Hopefully, God is writing my love story, so at least I can blame Him when it sucks.

Monday, February 21, 2011

The Day I Die

The day I would leave this world.

As of now, I have already lived that day 22 times. My 23rd birthday is coming up, soon it will be 23 times.

What day will it be? Or will it be a night? Would it be a special day? My birthday? My sister’s wedding anniversary? My grandfather’s death anniversary? Republic Day? Independence Day? My best friend’s wedding? I do fervently hope that it doesn’t antagonise anyone... that much.

Would I spoil a day of happiness for someone by dying? Or probably brighten up the day? What kind of memories would people associate with that day? Will it smell rotten? Will it feel harsh? Will it sound tiresome? Will it taste crisp? Will it look dreary?

Will it be a Monday or a Saturday? I have a feeling it might be a Thursday... It never liked me anyway. January? February? March? I pray it’s not December. I am, kind of, partial towards it. What season would it be? In the throes of Spring? In the dead of Winter? Or the dusk of Autumn? Or the slush of Monsoon? What time would it be? Early morning with the birds singing their songs? Or the dark of the night?

Maybe someone else would die on the same day as me. Maybe, I will die with another friend, or an enemy. Maybe, some famous personality would expire on the same day and it would be declared a holiday with the flag at half-mast. Maybe, a new king would be born or maybe a country. Maybe the cure for Cancer would be found that day. Or maybe the third World War would be declared that day.

Maybe, I would be the only person to die on that day in the whole wide world. Or maybe, the most number of people would die with me. Would the day bring a tear or cheer?

... but what if I manage to leave this world alive?

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Homing in on the Hornet

Summary: - A clever satire which has more of a sting than you might think.

Question of the day: - Define a brilliant movie. Proverbial answer: - One which has all the essential elements to ensure a houseful. Truckloads of comic one-liners, attractive love interest, a moustache twirling villain with nefarious plans that involve killing lots and lots of people despite all common sense, the mandatory falling out and reconciliation between the two protagonists – check, check and check! The cliché checklist for The Green Hornet received a healthy workout. So while there are good moments to this film, there really aren’t any original ones. But in theory, that is fine. You know what to expect in these types of movies, and The Green Hornet delivers. There are laughs, and there are some neat explosions. A sure shot fun night out at the movies.



Directed by Michel Gondry, of The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind fame, The Green Hornet had been in gestation for a really long time. It had gone through development hell. A film version of the character had been in contemplation since the 1990s. From Universal Pictures to Miramax, and from there to Sony Pictures and then on to Columbia Pictures; the production rights for this movie have been all over the town. Though the Frenchman was a late recruit to the project, a precious few glimpses of his trademark surrealism are detected. It may be far from Gondry’s best, but he takes every chance to inject some coherent visual flair into the proceedings, not least - a terrific flashback kind scene.
So what exactly is The Green Hornet? It is definitely not your typical Super hero movie. It is a clever satire which has more of a sting than you might think. Sporadically entertaining, it is based on the classic pulp, TV and radio hero, The Green Hornet, who is ironically, not really recognised as the good guy. The protagonist is no super powered freak, rather an unlikely human being who, through assorted circumstances, ends up fighting crime. Albeit backed by a large budget. A short history lesson here - The movie is based on The Green Hornet TV show which will forever feature the asterisk that it was Bruce Lee’s first American vehicle. The 2011 film even includes a cameo of Bruce Lee's picture and 1 inch punch. The role of Kato was the first large role for Bruce Lee in Hollywood and subsequently built the foundation of his later career, since his Kung Fu stunts shown in the series found him his first group of fans and followers. Furthermore, it was Bruce Lee’s astonishing stunts in the series that caused the Kung Fu hype during the sixties. Apart from that, there was a very important social aspect to Lee's starring in the series. In the 1960s of the 20th century, The Green Hornet was the first American TV show ever to have an Asian star as one of the main characters as well as impersonating a hero. In fact, Bruce Lee, although intended as a sidekick, soon became the viewers' favourite character and overshadowed his original boss, the Green Hornet.

In the 2011silver screen adaptation, Seth Rogen plays the title role of dissolute media heir Britt Reid, who finds his true calling after his stern father, Daily Sentinel publisher, James Reid (Tom Wilkinson), dies. Partnering with a former employee of his family's estate, the enigmatic and multi-talented Kato (pop star Jay Chou), Britt and Kato don masks to fight crime. The two form an unlikely bond, fueled by the fact that neither has even begun to crack their potential. While Britt is intelligent but unmotivated, Kato is a gifted engineer and martial artist, who do nothing with either ability. Rather than fighting evil out of altruistic motives, revenge, or a feeling of responsibility, Britt and Kato decide to fight crime because they are bored and think it is fun. So they team up as The Green Hornet and, well, Kato. Kato’s lack of a superhero sobriquet is a running joke in the movie.

The picture’s real interest lies in the burgeoning bromance between Britt and Kato. Rogen and Chou have strong on-screen chemistry, but it mostly falls to Kato to be the straight man while Reid goes completely off-the-wall with his excitement. Rogen brings a childlike enthusiasm to the character who honestly believes he’s the hero even though his contributions to The Green Hornet plan are mostly superficial. He doesn’t even come up with the name “The Green Hornet”; his original idea is “The Green Bee”, which everyone at the newspaper hates and it is Kato who comes up with “Hornet”. But because you can see Rogen having so much fun with the character, that enthusiasm carries the film through its slower moments. While some superhero properties are trying to go dark and gritty, The Green Hornet wants to goof off and have a good time. That light-heartedness and Rogen’s charisma keeps you rooting for Reid even though he’s not particularly good at anything.

Chou makes his American film debut with The Green Hornet, and to many, in the West, he is an unknown – which is insane when you contrast his fame in Taiwan, where he is one of the most popular singers on the planet. Chou has released an album roughly every year since 2000, and each one has sold into the millions. Hence, Chou has the daunting challenge ahead of him of breaking into Hollywood, and despite how his current role might appear, he does so without the mandatory skill set that is sadly required of most Asian actors looking for success in America – that of being a trained martial artist. Chou manages to be charismatic despite some awkwardness which likely stems from the language barrier. (When he began work on the film he did not speak a word of English.) He definitely has the potential for stardom though. Compared to the Green Hornet, as Kato, he makes for a far more interesting, and yet far less explored character.

Christoph Waltz, as the conventional megalomaniac, Chudnofsky, adds absolutely nothing to the character. Waltz is good, but forgettable in the cliché wrapped motivations and dialogue of the character. He is cruel when required; funny, even when not so. Waltz certainly does the sinister side of the character justice, but the comedic elements really fall a little flat.

Cameron Diaz’s mettle as an actor, in her role of the omniscient secretary, is barely utilised. Her character of Lenore “Casey” Case is painfully underdeveloped, and Diaz is, without a doubt, wasted in the role. The character is there, almost entirely, as a plot device, to unwittingly help the Green Hornet and Kato along, then to act as a sort of bizarre love interest. There are hints that Casey has a much deeper back story, but they never bother to discuss it. But the guess is that the scriptwriters intended it to be this way. Any other actor, of lesser star value, would have vanished into the black hole.

Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg did a fairly credible job crafting this script, which could have been truly horrible, into a fun ride. It is also heavily touting its 3D. While it was not filmed with 3D cameras, but rather converted in post production, Gondry planned ahead and shot the movie with depth in mind. As a result, it is a decent movie to watch in 3D even though it really doesn’t benefit much from it. The 3D is only truly effective in the Kato Vision scenes and the end credits. Kato Vision is a mix of time-distortion and reality-distortion. For example, one car can become five cars, which allows Kato to pick up speed and deliver a flying kick to a thug’s face. But if you see it only in 2D, then you really won’t be missing out on much.

I somehow felt like the screenplay should have been deeper with the character's personalities explored a bit more, like it was with Christopher Nolan's Batman. Nevertheless, the movie is one of the most unique antithesis' to Batman. The take on the deconstruction of the superhero is a fun idea. The Green Hornet plays with convention – rather than the hero losing his beloved parent at a young age, Reid is a grown man who doesn’t care much for his father, and thus the loss of a parent has a different resonance here than it does in most superhero origins. The movie also explores and pokes fun at the conventions of the superhero-sidekick dynamic of the Green Hornet and Kato which is interesting - if not all that surprising or original. The best thing this film has going for it is the potential that it could have in the future - an installment. Now that the obligatory origin story and bonding between Reid and Kato has been accomplished, a sequel could actually be fairly good.

The movie is not perfect. It is hard to have strong feelings about it one way or the other. Neither is there much to love, nor is there anything to really hate. Overall, an admirable attempt at something a little different. The movie doesn’t take itself too seriously, which in the general order of Seth Rogen flicks, has turned out to be marvelous. The film is a comedy that happens to feature action moments, rather than an action film with comic elements. Walk in with zero expectations and you could walk out with your sides in splits. The film has some truly funny moments. For example, a wildly over the top, but entertaining final battle. Honestly, the whole movie would have been hard to pull off if they didn't add that extra comedy. So, if you're looking for a pure escapist fun ride, then look no further than The Green Hornet.

Terrific sequences in Gondry’s upbeat direction style along with Rogen and Chou making a solid double ace do make the movie feel like a perfectly entertaining summer blockbuster, just one that’s happened to land in the middle of January.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Ten Things To Do Before I Leave ACJ~

1. Sneak in, after hours. Without signing in the ‘Late-Register’.
2. Eat all three meals of the day in the mess.
3. Visit the roof. Again.
4. Throw the ‘caretaker’ in the Septic Tank. Preferably with her BFF.
5. Catch the ‘Ghost’ which haunts 302.
6. Submit a duly completed assignment. On time. (Fingers crossed for the elusive A+)
7. Place a wager on the future of the mushrooming couples in college. (How long will the ‘coupling’ actually last after the course gets over?)
8. Bring back the ACJ Newsline, from the land of the dead.
9. Drink a glass of water. You know the kind which is neither yellowy nor translucent and hopefully does not have unmentionable thingies floating in it.
10. Paint the walls… green!

Coming Up: Ten Things To Do Before I Leave Chennai (for good!)



P.S. - For all the non-believers, the view from the hostel roof!