There are some people who are exceptional abiders of courtesy. It is nothing short of a pleasure to have them as clients.

Fortunately in my case, last impression is not the lasting impression. Fortunate for others that is.

Review: Clash of the Titans 2010

Clash of the Titans is a disappointment. The movie had a great story-line; an improvised version of the actual tale of the Greek hero Perseus. The journey of the brave soldiers of Argos lead by young Perseus to save the Greek city of Argos, is a fascinating read. But the movie fails to leave any mark, thanks to some very poor screenplay, cliched dialogues, and a disaster climactic battle (no battle at all). The stellar cast is no help. Goes to show that big names do not make a big movie. This Avatar guy fails to impress. Liam Neeson and Ralph Fiennes cannot do enough to salvage anything out of the general wreck. Only plus, Gemma Arterton (remember the oil-painted girl from Quantum of Solace?) looks ravishing, so much so that you don't mind her being brought back from the dead. She is clearly out of little Sam's league as the couple don't ever kiss. Visuable effects are good but do not inspire awe.

Now I feel like I should go watch the MGM version of 1981.

Kolkata Knight Riders lose despite posting an incredible total. A dismal sunday. I hate sundays. And it's not just the cricket. I am, truth be told, the most indifferent person when it comes to cricket, or any sports that is. I was watching KKR in their defeat for want of anything better. And they lost and made me unhappy. And my 500 gig harddrive's wiped clean. So no finding sympathies in movies.
I hate sundays. Only reason I can find to do otherwise is to look forward to my monday blues. I look best in blue. And monday, albeit with so much workload, is the day I love the most. Remember good old school days? How each one of us loved to be at school. Well, if we did not relish it at the moment, it must have left the most definite after-taste.
Personally speaking, I know good when it hits me. I loved school. I hated high-school. I fancied college, to a considerable extent. But there was always something missing. I could tell. In college, I did not have a goal. I was just following brownian motion. Some may love this random non-chalance. But I could not.

I love mondays. Because I love my work. I love my work. Because I like the people that surround me there. And most importantly, it gives me a goal, no-matter however mundane. It requires not just brilliance but also some cunning. It is strange how managing your success sounds so much better than manipulating your way, though both imply the same. Some part of me would like to believe that a broken poet deserves much better. I feel, "A broken poet couldn't have done any better."

Till tomorrow. :)


P.S. An oppurtunist is a hero who makes good of the oppurtunities presented. Like Jack Sparrow says, "There is no good or bad, there is just that which you can do and that which you cannot!"

There was a time when I maintained a half-descent blog. I still like to read some. It was good to see an old friend return to his writing ways. That he did a long time ago, but it was tonight that I realized this, (although now I remember him mumbling something like that to me over the phone a few weeks back) following this link and that until I bumped into him.
Then there is a dear friend abroad who has taken up blogging of late and makes good of it. And ofcourse there is one other who I have followed religiously (no prizes for guessing WHO!). Many of my friends wish that I'd keep blogging. For among close friends I was better off than most, what with working from my hometown and living with my parents. Little-or-no-worry lifestyle they'd say.

The truth is my blogging is like my behaviour - abrupt. Bold! Maybe sometimes, but mostly abrupt.

Stale-fresh

Crushed wings, tattered soul,
Battered fate, ravaged and all,
See the dawn, dark and red,
For the night yester has bled.

But the morning shall be fresh.
For one and all;
Dreams may lie,
But do they die?

Life is not a given...

This is not a good time to renew my penmanship. It has been months since my last blog. A year has turned. And with it many things have turned a new leaf. Many things have changed to what they were. I am chubby once again. No inspirations there. I am away from home. It’s not my favorite time of the year. I am told that Kolkata’s boiling hot. That does not console me much as Hyderabad is hell’s kitchen. I am getting bored. And I am having a hard time to find it in me to forgive somebody who just badmouthed me saying that I complain too much. It’s 2 a.m. in the morning and I can’t get any sleep as the guest house a.c. is busted. Thank god it’s Sunday tomorrow.

Till better times…