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Thursday, June 21st, 2007
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11:02 pm - nanananana nana na na na na
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i was conned into watching a tamil movie tonight. it was so outrageously outrageous that i find myself sitting at the computer wanting to pen it all down.
so, i found myself bussled out of office at 5pm (which in itself is a feat) and infront of pvr with 35 others from office to watch 'sivaji'. more than half of the number mentioned do not follow the language that the movie is made in, i might add. -and- it had no sub titles, talk about strength of mass will! hum comedy ke liye kuch bhi kar sakte hain !!! as some people may be aware that movie has all but created an uproar in the southern part of the country and if one is allowed being a little more specific tamilnadu in particular. theres good reason to that im sure. i on the other hand sat through 3 hours and 10 minutes of utter consternation. you dont have to be able to follow the language i might add, to understand (or not??) whats happening in the movie most of it defies all laws of -anything- to such a degree that after a little while you tell that voice in your head to completely shut up and give in, if it hasnt itself short circuited its circuits trying to figure things out. guns get thrown which then turn around to shoot the person it was thrown in the general direction off, and then come back to the shooter, bullets stop just an inch short of sivaji's nose and then keep going backwards as he advances and promptly plonk themselves into his drink when he commands it to. he also defies all known laws of gravity and gets up into the air twirls around with his babe in his arms, not only does he defy gravity, coins in his hands defy them too. he conjours guns from thin air, suddenly goes into this whole matrix sequence, that would put keanu reevs to shame. hes totally the man of steel our sivaji. scorpio should use part of the movie sequence to propagate how strong the car really is; eight cars burst out of their seams trying to crush sivaji's and nothing happens to that monster.
i would elaborate more if only my short circuited brain allowed me to. right now its in a state of shock from the overdose its received, and has all but shut down. i laughed so much throughout the whole movie that i was afraid i might get stoned to death in the theater, from ardent fans. this -has- to be the best rs.300 ive spent in a long long time. its an experience not to be missed! id suggest though that you go with a pack of friends. the utter disbelief that registers on faces when certain things happen during the movie make it all the more worthwhile. total paisa wasool. cool !! hehe
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| Tuesday, June 19th, 2007
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4:25 pm - Happiness
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~ By Jane Kenyon
There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.
No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.
It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.
It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.
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i think this is beautiful.
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