So, I had a very interesting fortnight. So, I watched A Wednesday and The Last Lear . And I was disappointed with the later. ‘A Wednesday’ was a good attempt for a debutante, so I would ignore couple of flaws but ‘The Last Lear’ was a lot disappointing. Btw, an interesting article about ‘A Wednesday’ here . Now coming to TLL, Why do our actors fake their accent whenever they act in an English language movie? By accent I don’t mean they put on Brit or Yankee or any other accent. It looks our... Read Full Story
Hi if you notice it's been for a quite a long time since I last posted an article here in my blog. My career is really getting busy. I just don't have time to have more hour in front of the computer screen because I am getting enough of it especially in the nature of my job. At 19, I am already have my first job working as a call center agent. Since this is my first job, maybe I'm just experiencing the great coping mechanism that I have to adopt from being a student to a full time working... Read Full Story
A number of my posts here have noted the way my memory of past events is quite restricted. Only memories of certain events in my life—exceptional in the impression they made on me—have survived the decades, and even then in fragment and mist. I talked about this phenomenon in Something on Memories . I’ve actually become much more aware of it through my writing here, and I can’t say how typical it is.
As the fatal date September 11 approaches, I’m moved to write of one of those memories... Read Full Story
(special thanks to Ruby for her contributions) Somebody has to get away from the Jersey coast and right quick before that somebody ends up in a poorly lit rehab with a bunch of old fishermen and ex-Wendy’s employees. I’m caged in this old house. Caged, I tell you. And when I go out, a demon is unleashed. Picture this: You’re in your 40’s, living at the Jersey shore in the winter. You were born here, so it’s like returning to a tub of dirty bathwater – lukewarm, comfortable but essentially... Read Full Story
I need water around me at all times. Just another one of my “things.” So I have a Brita pitcher in my bedroom. Yesterday, upon depleting it, I brought it into the kitchen. When I opened the lid, there were about 200 ants crawling about, having a party. Some were dead, some were mating, some staring off into the distance, drunk on my water. I’ve been drinking ants for days and hadn’t a clue. It made me wonder how many other gross things are happening to me without my knowledge. One can only... Read Full Story
Disclaimer: After reading couple of posts by Nikhil hinting to 'What a man wants' and 'Bay of Pigs' , I thought of coming with my own version. A kinda continuation to Nikhil's ramblings and sorta dedication to his posts on similar lines. Question for the ladies here. When was the last time you watched/observed/interacted with a male and felt a throbbing gasp arising within your heart, your half-opened lips gave a pulsating sigh (which of course meant take-me-home tonight), or you had full... Read Full Story
Something got me thinking of Bryan Adams whilst in the kitchen this morning. I think because I accidentally cut myself with a knife and it felt so right, I don’t know. I harkened back to many, many summers ago when I saw him perform with a number of other bands at the late, great JFK Stadium in Philadelphia. I was very close to the stage, sipping from a flask of Southern Comfort and looking up at this performer, realizing he could easily fall into the category of “less than attractive” rock... Read Full Story
Coconuts. I can’t believe I worked at a store called Coconuts. I stood in front of the window yesterday, peering in. Could the clothing be any more offensive? That alone should have stopped me. Three years ago, I had just moved here from NYC for the summer and was in immediate need of some money. A small touristy store called Coconuts was right up the street and I figured it would be pretty mindless. It was called Coconuts after all. How mentally taxing could it be? The clothing was of the... Read Full Story
I'm keeping it small this year. Real small. I'll pass on world peace. I'll say no to saving the environment. What I'd really like to see is: The end of the "Got Milk" ads. They make me sick. They have from the beginning. First off, why is there a need to promote milk in the first place? I mean, it's like bread. You don't have to push the stuff. It just is. The weird people who continue to drink another mammal's milk way past nursing will continue to drink it. Second off, it's just gross. I... Read Full Story
Thirty of my high school classmates wiped out in a few seconds! Did disaster strike a class reunion? No, in truth they have been dying one by one over the years, while I was unaware of it, just as I was unaware of any details of their lives. But reading the list of the names of the deceased, as I did recently, was like reading in the paper that they had all been mowed down at the same time, and I was shaken.
This experience has made me realize how my life, divorced from contact with anyone... Read Full Story
