Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Closing Chapters

It's hard to close chapters and keep them closed, even if you are the one who initiated the closing. Some chapters just refuse to get closed. Why? Is it because the chapter's not finished and you are attempting to close it prematurely? Or is it because somebody else has opened the chapter that you have not yet been able to close? So many philosophies and only one reality: the chapter that I/we was/were once scripting is now being scripted by somebody else. And although he may be writing in a different way and has not taken my place, I am sure (atleast I still remain unique), the truth is he/they are now scripting the chapter left unfinished by me. I ought to have finished that chapter. Now I repent.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Counter Strike

I "discovered" this game today. Counter Strike Condition Zero. Yeah, I know all you CS addicts out there will be holding your sides and laughing till you lock your jaws. But, you see, I ain't the computer gaming kind, and when I am, it's sports/racing. Definitely not RPG/first player shootouts. But CS has ensnared me. I want to keep playing it. I'm so excited I can barely contain myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, Havana (one of my favourite cities, thanks to Che) needs rescuing.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Sitting Alone

Remember this one episode of Frasier where he goes to meet this woman (hot, but of course) for dinner and she needs to run somewhere and so can't have dinner with him? Well, dear Dr. Crane ("I'm listening") decides to eat alone since he is already here and the restaurant is good. Soon after, a little boy runs up to Frasier and tells him that his parents wanted to know if Frasier would like to join them since he was all alone.

Have you ever tried sitting alone at a cafe or a restaurant? Try escaping the pitiful looks or the suspicious furtive glances or the wide-eyed stares. A pub is an exception though. It's almost as if you are supposed to go drink at a pub alone, drowning in your thoughts and your sorrows in a haze of alcohol. The same however cannot be applicable to a respectable family joint like a cafe or a restaurant. And if you ever sit alone in a hostel mess where everybody, forget knows you, even knows at what time you went to the bathroom that morning, then you can be sure to wave any chance of a peaceful quiet meal goodbye. For cryin' out loud, maybe I want to sit alone. Maybe I just want to sit with myself and my thoughts. And maybe I'm not really alone, I might be schizophrenic. The only thing that might save you is a book or a laptop. So always ensure to carry one around, just to appear busy at the very least.

Film - Film - Film - Film

A film is a film is a film, is a film. Right? So if you've seen a film once, chances are you would prefer not to repeat it, unless it was a film that blew you away. Right?

Wrong! You ought to watch whatever film you can lay your hands on, even if you've seen them before. The full force of this realisation hit me yesterday when I saw four, that's right, count 'em, four different films, strategically enough, after every meal (tea is a meal, you know). October 1917 by Sergei Eisenstein, Casablanca by Michael Curtiz, Happy Together by Wong Kar-Wai, and Pirates of the Carribean: The Curse of the Black Pearl by Some Random Arbid Director, in exactly that order. Now, the fourth film is the one that showed me the light (it's always the last one, isn't it?). If I had seen Pirates... a year and a half ago, I would have lapped it up. Not so yesterday. I still liked the film, extremely watchable, but I've been seeing international cinema for over a year now, and those expanded horizons showed the film to be exactly what it was - extremely commercial with a lot of audience-pleasing scenes, rampant use of special effects and oft-repeated dialogues for good measure ("The code is more like a bunch of guidelines, not rules" or something to that effect). That was to an extent true even with Casablanca ("Here's looking at you, kid!"). That would explain why six, yes six, of the top one hundred most memorable movie lines come from Casablanca.

Right, so I guess what I'm trying to say is, screw everything, watch films. I find international cinema or world cinema works best, but others might also do the trick. Basically I'm getting bored of writing this blog post, so I'm ending it rather abruptly.

Monday, September 04, 2006


The Unlike No Ones had their big comeback gig on Sept 1. A nice long one hour gig. As is wont with such big occassions, things went awry. We started like a true rock act - late. And there weren't too many people around, not the kind of numbers we had expected. But the guys who did stick around were treated to one heck of a show, I am sure. We have really improved as a band (and there are people who will vouch for our suckiness last year). On a more personal note, my drumming has improved exponentially, I believe. Really proud of "Mr. Peddler", I love that song. And now, it's time to conquer the country through all the B-school fests and other competitions, and then the world.

And spring cleaning always seems to happen on the guy's day off.