Prime Movie - 2005-* Meryl Streep, Uma Thurman, Bryan Greenberg

Saw this movie, on a lazy saturday afternoon, munching on lays and some Maggi.

It is a different take, as far as romantic comedies go.
Meryl Streep, acts as a Shrink, who lives a strict, conservative Jewish life. Her son, whose life seems to be suppressed, is caught in the daily trials of living a Jewish life and the Great American dream. Uma Thurman, has recently been divorced, lives the life of a model producer, in sexy Manhattan and is looking for love, and surprisingly, finds it with a 23 year old. I won't reveal the plot here.

If you're a perspective movie-watcher , you'd like the movie. Uma Thurman's visits her shrink, and like all people, she loves to go in great detail, about every aspect of her monotonous, sad life. Well, and the poor shrink has to just humour her. And she does. She does a perfectly good job at it. Bryan Greenberg, is a young boy, who falls head over heels with Uma Thurman, when he meets her at a disco, she's his dancing queen. Well, he calls her up, they meet for dinner. She lets go, they kiss in the garden, while they discuss their age. And well, Kaboom! they are in a relationship. Brilliant, ain't it? Yes. She lets herself go, for a little bit of fun. And well, her Shrink leads her on. Everything is fine, Amazing sex, Amazing conversations despite the 14 year old difference. Boy 23, Girl 37. Well, mid life crisis, isn't bothering her so much. But, she isn't giving this relationship her all, that's her problem. She keeps asking her Shrink, if she's doing the right thing. Meryl Streep on the other hand, is caught in two different worlds, and she has to fight her own war, and she does it beautifully well(Man, I just love this woman!). David, learns and discovers himself. Uma, has a wonderful rebound period. And Meryl, she gets along, and life goes as planned for her, just the realisation changes her completely, maybe we all are learning.Thats what life is, an incredible experience!

I had fun, watching this movie. But, I writhed once. But it goes alright, something like "Little Children". But, I guess, America has much more mature thinking going around, than what they make us believe, but they do have their own share of Miss South Carolina's too.

Who are we to judge, some of my best directors come from the US. I am not complaining.


P.S: The point is, you watch the movie or not, it will just give u a peek in the life of those celebrities who are dating older women, and what their life could be like. Meaningful or just plain fun? Well, you decide.

And we raised the Trophy! not the finger ...lol

Ah We won! At last.

Yes, this is the wonderful game of cricket I am talking about.And India won. Finally.The crowd at Johannesburg was a mini India really, with flags unfurled, and the roar of an Indian cricket maniac reverberated in my ear even after the chaos had died down!Boy! it was a match to have " Not missed". It reinstilled my faith in this lethargic team, and I felt immense pride as the boys ran in the ground parading with my Indian flag. I normally don't watch cricket matches so much, but a match with Australia and Pakistan and Sri Lanka are one of those that Keep me hooked on to the Television set.







This match had me and my mom in splits. Coz of nervousness, of course. Its funny how, when when Pakistan could have easily scored those 158 runs, nobody could do a Yuvraj, by giving 6 sixes in an over.We changed the channel, when 7 balls were left, to Sony Pix, where this fat old guy from Robin Hood's team falls into a puddle, and starts struggling and only when Robin helps him up, he says thank you for saving my life. LOL. We couldn't stop laughing. We waited for shouts to emerge, to know if someone had taken a wicket. And in a minute or two we did. We swapped the channel to ESPN, and there it was written, in quite modest letters: India win by 5 runs. Oh it looked so brilliant.




One thing for sure. The captain of the Pakistani cricket team, when he comes to the podium,after receiving his medal, to chat with Ravi Shastri, he thanks the Muslims in the world,And when Irfan Pathan comes to chat with Ravi, he says, Insha allah, as he began saying his thank you. Its like God was on both the sides. It was only the skills that mattered today,and a little bit of luck.


I must say, hats off to Dhoni, for being a wonderful Captain, with an aggressive spirit and a steady mind.

Keep making us proud, as they CHAK DE INDIA!

P.S: Shahrukh Khan was there to cheer on, but the boys surely took the limelight, and SRK looked like one happy Indian, who couldn't contain himself as he lifted Harbhajan paaji up in the air!

I am just talking whatever is in my head right now, thats all.

Stretch. Pull your arms at the back, give that lazy smile, and return to the normal position. WOW. that feels real good, right?
Ok, Have bunked worked today, and the inspiration has not only come from avoiding the unwanted puddles that reside at the station, with peoples spittoon mixed in them, the dirty platforms, educated women who cud easily be recruited in the profession of fisher folk, its also my Boss. Its annoying. To face all this and then get comfy in at your desk, where the only people you find yourself reciprocating with are your 30-something colleagues. There is a grand desire to stop and stare at the computer and listen to the silence. Which is often and most occasionally being disturbed by the unnerving, unstable, and hyperactive copywriter. Yes, that would be me. Wow, but being a copywriter who writes about medicines and advertises them to just make a hit with the doctor. let me tell you, that advertising is a lot more than what we do here. We are merely the super puppets of our servicing agents who are the puppets of the clients. My servicing head is really impressive, sometimes I think that he's more smarter than my Boss...lol.

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But you don't expect an agency looking like a you'd be walking in the emergency room next.Thats what my wonderful little world where I spend my 13 hours of my life at, looks like. Yea, I have a handful. And well, each day, I just possibly try to get along. And it hits you, when your work isn't approved, or more likely not liked as to the tuning of your servicing people's inclinations.Yea, well who cares really? I do, becoz my job is on the line right. One of the agencies who happens to pay a lot more to copywriters. A hell lot more. So the question should be. We are such suckers for money. Haven't we all heard. Money makes the world go round. Nah not only that.

Money makes your world, lick you, walk with you, walk behind you, trail you, fan you, call you for meetings, parties, heck even for conversations, so that they get some dope on your basics, or where u learned them from. Bastards. Liars. Hell, who cares of such fake people. We rather leave them at the doorstep and never meet.

I walk this world with my head held high, and when I remember things that have hurt people, I realise I am just human, and walk away with a little guilt in my heart.

profound eh?

Bah!

Why am I here?

OOOhh here it comes.I have said it. Have been doing a little philosophising lately. Oh don't we all?Life and Death. The eternally mystifying question. But I have stopped thinking about it, only to realise that I can't make my head work at it anymore. Thinking about it 24/7 anyone can worn oneself out. I have been beaten by this question a hell lotta times. Its like trying to solve a geometry problem, only you don't know the step by step procedure for it.

In this Spanish movie, I forget the name. A man who has been paralysed for 28 years,and who seeks euthanasia, is given a deadly medicine, by his best friend and lover. She quietly asks him, facing the most beautiful view,he would have ever seen in his entire life. And whispers; " When you die, would you come to visit me in my dreams?" And to that, that old sprightly man replies, "Dear, I would come to you in your dreams and slip under your sheets and make wonderful love to you. But, to tell you the truth, I believe that After Death, there is absolutely nothing. Man comes from nothing and goes to nothing. He is alone when he enters the world and alone when he leaves it."(The quote is not exact, yet i have tried my best to tell you what he meant, with the help of lyrics of Outlandish song- Walou)At that, his lover is taken aback, yet hugs him.

This is what I believe too.

We meet several hundreds of people everyday. School, college, work, neighbours, work colleagues. What is the point? There is no point to any of it. But maybe just maybe. We get along with a few, and only those who stick to our hands like the grains of sand as it leaves our fist, those are the truly good ones, who have come to tolerate us.

For they are the ones, who truly love.

Hitchhiking to America on a Borivali local

I am on the road, with Jack.
Jack who? Jack Kerouac, of course.

He is an American novelist who started the 'Beat generation', in fact the most innovative travel writer of all times. The book On the road is simply lip smacking, literally. I have never enjoyed any book so much as this one. Let me elucidate.
I love traveling. I have hardly gotten out of Maharashtra, been to Gujarat and the south. But never really just traveled. And what liberation you feel to be out there ...3000 miles away from the author's home, on his journey,and yet still come home to eat mom's home cooked meal :)
I have experienced raw America in the past 2 weeks and yet sadly have been able to cover only 60 pages of exhaustive traveling. I have known the people ' Sal' is crazy about.By Sal I mean, Sal Paradise, who is in fact 'Jack'. Dean in particular, who Jack is fascinated about.Dean is Neal Cassady in real life. Dean is someone, you are going to be in awe of, especially if you relate to the author. I do. I think the writer thinks exactly like me. He loves the people who love life. Or if the life seems tragic they run to find adventure. Well that's how life should be right. Well, its just perfect spontaneity. Only I wish I could have done that exact same thing. I will, soon. Give or take a year or two.

There is one particular quote I really like;

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

This book is a rare find, and well not everyone can find it in Mumbai.If you do then mail me.PLEASE!
I have been trying to get this book since 2 years,and I stumbled on this site that has a wonderful 178 pages pdf. And every night while I leave work, I make it a point to get a print on 10 pages, which I use on the reverse the next time, so that i am not wasting pages, and my journey from Mahalakshmi to my home has been in fact, California to Arizona to Denver to New York. And it has been adventurous and simply marvellous. So if you're interested in taking a look at the beat generation and the wonderful life that's out there. Read this book. It's worth any dope that would give you a high. It's worth giving up your favorite anything, just... only just to live life like a free man / women.

Here's the link if any one of you wants to go for one helluva ride:

http://www.scribd.com/doc/15803/On-The-Road-Jack-Kerouac

Fruitful weekend!!!

I am positively proud of myself.

Enjoyed my weekend with a couple of friends, where the chocolate avalanche ended up tasting like roach-shit...Belch! I know, I know. I am sorry, this was supposed to be a very good post. damn. Should I delete it. Nah, I'll keep it.
Just to remind ourselves about the most loved Ratatouille...lol..

Very old friends meet. They talk. There's just so much of talking to do, its like walking on sand. And while you walk you dig in your Big Toe, and then you slide it in the sand, and write someone's name, or yours...and smile and enjoy your scribbling and swaying...and that's what the conversation was about, two hours, of pure bliss. Skimming surfaces, went deep only once, for the insomniac story. To be best friends and still have lust in your eyes. Love is that, isn't it?

A wonderful morning breakfast with my brother and an animated movie, with the best seats, and when you enter the theatre, it greets you with my brother's favorite song and follows with mine...Anything done spontaneously strikes luck.

Beautiful weekend.Really.

Loaded with fun!

so much has happened last week, that I am actually tired of jotting everything down.piece by piece.But I'd always love to give it a try, won't I. Yes I would. This is a new blog,and well I want to update it regularly. Not crib. For cribbing I have another blog. Lol. Wow, isn't internet largely composed of people bickering at the end of their blogs. Pukes of inherent angst. darn!

Well, I will try my best to not sway it that way, rather I'd try zapping you ridiculous again. That'd be easy.hehe

Alright. Leaves of grass has entered my shelf. Read a couple of verses. Bold I must say. Emerson, really "dug" all this.hmm....I need to have a keen studied angle before I give my comments. I need to be joining British Library soon. It'll be wonderful.Drowsing in the wonderful carpeted area. Ooh just perfect.I could catch up on my Iris as well, oh and Virginia is stacked just near by. What Life!
I have another vintage collection of poetry, with Sylvia Plath's razor sharp verses..I'll find her there as well.Hmm..I should be looking forward to it in fact. I am, just that I have no time, next month I will for sure.

I have been stealthily reading On the road again.
I have admitted it. the idea was to read one book at a time. Man. Am I doing that. No. i am also reading Scarlet letter. Boy,i was once warned to not read so many books, or the essence flies off. It probably has. Custom house officers harking a poor lil prostitute with staunch morals and her child to misery.It's an excellent read. 'Elite' jeez. I hate the word, reminds me of the annoying sarcasm of Meryl Streep in Devil wears Prada, stop. stop. I like my life. Read, enjoy, and just be yourself. Don't ever put airs about you. The more comfortable you are. The more comfortable will you be with yourself.

On the road. That's where I want to be.
After reading that book...who wouldn't. Maybe the Radiator Springs is out there. And the one I went to was just an oasis, a flickering lie.

Movies. Yes.An update on what I have been enjoying in the theatres. An old acquaintance from old skool, and found that once upon a time, whom I thought resembled an Ally Mcbeal, french beaded character, has now become wonderfully rotund, with the French beard intact. Not so attractive. But hey, surely resembles the Indian born american desi, works in a call center by the way. And thankfully, I didn't see him wearing the most noticeable deliberate wardrobe dysfunction, which happens to be the underwear sticking out! He'd be the kind who woul dhave grown up to be something like that. Well, let me not make any judgements. But hey, he had come with his mum. How adorable!

Ahem.Coming back to the point.

It had to be Ratatouille.

Brilliant animation. Amazing, enjoyed every moment of it.But the story at the end, ouch mice in the kitchen. I' d rather scream if I saw a sight like that than go home and write a review on it :(

But you know something. Its about ' Anyone can cook' idea that struck me the most.Not that I am a great cook. i would hardly step into the kitchen. ...Well, I am changing that habit soon. The perception is this. French pride themselves in their oh-so-famous exquisite cuisine. But is it true that' anyone can cook'?. Only some people really can, and have the genius for it.

I mean: if you're screwing something up. And then a friend of yours adds his personal touch to your to-be-amazingly-screwed-up dish, and to use the french word here for pun Voila! It just turns out to be the perfect meal! Of course everyone can cook.But not everyone can make you remember the food like your mom makes it. And if they do, then check the kitchen, it might just be the house rat, for all you know!

;D

Life is good. Live like the french. Eat, drink, be merry.

A break from the wilderness

I took a holiday today...damn and was it good ?? yes of course. Especially the ones that are taken as surprises. i mean I bunked work today. Haha, seriously. And the lovely weather, so beautiful and some old hindi number playing in the background, just perfect!..had an amazing time, hanging out with mom in kalina university...aah made me remember that spiteful man, but hey overall the rating for today is 5 star!!!

Let see what's in store tomorrow...