Monthly Archive for September, 2008

1920–the Review (with Minor Spoilers)

Published on September 29, 2008 in Reviews. 47 Comments

I normally avoid writing reviews that give away “surprise” plot twists or the ending. However in this review, I am going to give way a minor spoiler (in that I give you the back story in the beginning whereas it is revealed half an hour before the end—however I do not reveal the “shocking” climax though I am sure all of you will figure what it is an hour into the movie, you will never see how it is accomplished). If you have a problem with that, I suggest you leave immediately. Of course some may argue that the moment Vikram Bhatt decides to direct a movie, it is already ruined and so it is difficult to spoil it any more than it already has been.

I do not agree to this above statement needless to say. Vikram Bhatt is a rare talent.

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Foreign Affairs

Published on September 27, 2008 in Politics. 55 Comments

[From here]

Sarah Palin’s meeting in New York this morning with Pakistani President Asif Ali Zardari part of her crash course in foreign affairs — began innocuously enough.

“So nice to meet you,” she told him, according to the pool report filed by CNN, and he responded in kind.

Simple, civil salutations. But Zardari soon steered the conversation in a direction that would make Campbell Brown, the CNN anchor who Tuesday called John McCain’s campaign aides sexist, cringe and cry chauvinism. Here is the exchange:

ZARDARI: “You are even more gorgeous than you are on the [inaudible].”

PALIN: “You are so nice. Thank you.”

ZARDARI: “Now I know why the whole of America is crazy about you.”

[A Zardari handler tells the two to shake hands again for the cameras.]

PALIN: “I’m supposed to pose again.”

ZARDARI: “If he’s insisting, I might hug.”

At that point, the pool reporter was escorted from the room.

Video of incident.

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Here is what we think might have happened. The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people and incidents is purely coincidental.

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Run Tata Run

Published on September 24, 2008 in Bengal. 87 Comments

Goodbye. Tata. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehn. Goodnight.
Adieu. Adieu. To you. And you. And you.

Vamoose Mera Anmolya “Ratan”. Don’t forget to carry your ugly industrialist designs with you. And please take along Infosys and others with you too. We don’t need your kind here. Didn’t you hear what we just said? Adieu. To you and you and you.

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Mountain Ox Ms Fox

Published on September 24, 2008 in Media and Silly. 8 Comments

I have often, in the course of my writings, been looking for a metaphor for desire (or as the Tic Tic Tic man would say “deesaires”) . As in some juxtaposition of words that truly brings out the essence of this sinful sensation.

I think I have found it. Thanks to an article linked from the front page of TOI.

I just think that all humans are born with the ability to be attracted to both sexes. I mean, I could see myself in a relationship with a girl – (OC star) Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands.

And before you ask, yes this article did make me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands.

Victoria Ki Andar Ki Baat Hain

Published on September 21, 2008 in Silly and Spooky. 60 Comments

One of the misconceptions (and that may have been due to a scene in “Enemy of the State”) I had about the US before I came here was that premier lingerie shops in the US (which I then thought was Victoria’s Secret) employed models who live-demoed their merchandise.

This sensualized ideal lasted till my first visit to Victoria’s Secret (let me assure you not to wear their products myself), an experience that was a huge let-down.

Firstly, with an outlet in almost every major mall, I realized that it was not as exclusive as I had once thought. Secondly the only lingerie-clad models you were likely to encounter were two-dimensional black-white representations of beautiful women framed on the walls and under diffused lighting. And thirdly the most shocking thing about the place were the prices on the tags, constituting perhaps the highest dollars per thread  number you would encounter (unless you went to places like Saks Fifth Avenue, which I avoid).

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