That feeling yet again.

First of all new year wishes homie.

Secondly this post isn’t about new year, the celebrations, hits and misses of 2011, how fucked up the year was and how I’m looking forward to 2012 being a brilliant year. Come on cut me some slack here, its not 2011 I’ve grown up and hence I shall not talk about trivial stuff anymore. This post is about ‘the feeling’ or “la sensación de” as the Spanish would call it or even better “het gevoel” that is me with the help of google translate going dutch. Okay I’m really a little out of sorts for the time being and will probably take this blog out first thing in the morning. Or wait, maybe this is the insecurity talking. the fear of people laughing at me for writing up something this stupid. Ok I’ve not even written about it. Maybe that is the mystery. The readers have got to figure it. Wow some kind of scavenger hunt? Hint : That feeling you get when you think you have it all. The feeling of content. The feeling of having gotten everything you can from this mortal life of us. It was more of a give away than a hint right?

So what is this feeling i’m trying to convey here? How do you convey a feeling in words? Something I’ve never understood. Seriously people how do you explain a feeling? If you ask me why you love a girl?  What kind of an answer are you expecting me to come up with? It is an emotion, something you feel. So the answer is always vague okay I digress.

The feeling here isn’t anything to do with romance here. It is the feeling of being content with what you’ve. Question arises how can someone be content with what one has. Am no Gautham fucking Buddha for sure but hey, everyone have their moment. I’ve had one too many. Lucky guy, right? Oh well.. guilty as charged. So that feeling you get when you feel you’ve got everything.. how many times have you had it? First time I had it was when I finished reading FOUNTAINHEAD. When I finished that book, the sense of underachievement  for some reason was overwhelmed with the satisfaction of understanding what life was to Roark and Rand. It did help me in screwing a lot of things in my life, I probably lost a lot of things courtesy, aping Rand’s Roark but then I did learn a lot of things. Don’t ask me what? Cause I’m going to bull shit you with some story. I wanted to be like Roark and failed. He never had any emotional connection. His parents were conveniently dead. WHY ARE ALL GREAT BOOK”S PROTAGONIST ORPHANS? All these bloody authors want is some sympathy which in turn increases sales. No wonder we hate our parents. We want to be like the… but then the wings are clipped by our parents or so we think. SNAP. back to the feeling…

Oh yes the feeling of being content, that moment when the girl you love ( in any language the prince of karadi says in that song..Comic element included to nullify any “awww so sad” or for the “nice happened” you might think…) accepts your proposal. Yes that moment when you think you can die right then and there and not feel bad about it. In hindsight it did seem morbid (for lack of better word) to have said that to her. Anyway you get the feeling right. Coming to the main reason why talked about the feeling.. I got the same feeling when I watched Sherlock ,the BBC one I felt it again. I know it seems like some random teenager talking about her fantasies or how she felt when the guy of her dreams just you know how it ends now don’t you? watch that bugger Shah rukh rukh Khan’s DDLJ!. Precisely why this post wont be out for long. INSECURITIES I SAY! If I reread this post (highly unlikely I might actually empathise with those stupid bimbettes)

It was just another TV show which used Sherlock and Watson to earn some money or to put it better, to rob us of our money. Haha I’ve Torrents so I thought Me 1 and the producer 0. And so I watched the first episode. It seemed all good, the guy who played Holmes wasn’t exactly the Holmes I envisaged. So you know how it goes? okay it does seem like some teenage girl’s first boyfriend experience journal now Slowly the story kept unwinding and I whorled to the story. Classic ain’t it? May the Awwwws begin while I find a place to hide this ugly face of mine. And so I watched one episode and then the other till I finished the whole lot. #ok there were only 3, still. Each one was 90+ minutes ok! The end was a blast. How can someone not like Morairty he is the ultimate villain. No matter how much you hate him for his evilness and immorality. You just can’t stop admiring him. His portrayal in the last episode of season one has to better than Joker’s in The Dark Knight. I love batman but Holmes was better. To leave the first season with a bang like that? Moffat has got some balls. The second season comes after almost a year and half after the first one (Correct me if I’m wrong here, Don’t worry am not going to correct it anyway). Irene Adler, the woman! Holmes and Adler was “THE STORY” for me. If you ask me about heart broken stories this has to be it. Not the romeo- juliets or the stupid titanics but this… this was way above them . Moffat unlike Sir Conan Doyle had other plans. He did the unthinkable.. Watch scandal in Belgravia and then read A Scandal in Bohemia to understand what I’ve ranted here.

With this I take leave.
UNEDITED AND UNREADABLE AS ALWAYS.
TO ANY GRAMMAR NAZIS reading it. FEEL FREE TO MAIL ME. BETTER FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER.

One of the many.

This post has not been edited and is incomplete as always. Most lines and views end abruptly.

Watched Rockstar today and yes I liked this Imtiaz Ali product. I didn’t like his Jab We Met or the love aaj kal.. In my opinion these were  mere extensions of his Socha Na Tha (which I did like). Rockstar isn’t any different with respect to the basic plot but then I’ve not been involved in a movie to this extent in a long time. Probably it was because of the theatre I chose, luckily the sound system was brilliant, the AC was working and switched on!! (hyderabad yaaro) and the theatre was almost empty. To watch a movie in an almost-empty theatre for me is the ultimate movie experience. Alone in the theatre with hardly any murmur… couples(because they were like 10of them and the only people in the theatre) choosing the #worldfamous corner seats or the darker spots… Me sitting in the middle alone with no one around for at least 2 rows north and south. Tweeting when I want to, foot-tapping and head banging at times. Occasionally air-strumming too.

Kun faya Kun saved the first half for me. Rahman and Ranbir the second half. I can’t see Ranbir as this innocent gavar which he also played in that ajab prem ki movie. He is a misfit for those kind of roles. (again debatable)

I will probably watch the movie again in the coming weeks.

And I intentionally left Nargis Fakhri out of this post for obvious reasons.

Commentary.

Why do we hate the present crop of commentators?

There might be a lot of reasons, some very valid and some not. Personal opinion is that the level of commentary might have fallen below the mark but not to the level discussed on various public platforms.

Technology is probably the main culprit with a bit(more than just a bit) of help from Shastri in making the commentary a below average affair. How is the technology responsible? One may ask.

Radio Days :

During the good old days, all a viewer needed, was to know the score and a little insight into how the game was being played. As a commentator all one had to do was recite the scorecard, name the bowler and the batsman, after each ball was bowled, explain the shot and before one could finish that the next ball would’ve been bowled and so on. We relied on the good old commentators for everything.

Would Shastri Survive?
Absolutely. Would’ve been a rockstar with that voice.

The batsman would’ve top edged a bouncer and the ball would’ve landed straight in to the hands of the third man. He’d say “that one is hugeee and might just go the distance…. but he seems to have caught it. What a catch. That travelled like a tracer bullet but he seems to have plucked it out of thin air”

Viewer : aila, kya fielder tha re woh! Kiraak mama, em maina patinda?

Early TV Days :

Yes you could see the players, watch them miss a shot, bowl a full toss and get hit or fumble a catch but the replays took hell lot of a time and you still had to rely on the commentator’s words for the reaction and the cause for such brilliance. We still weren’t sure if it was Manjerekar or Jadeja, for both had white helmets and unless we watched their stance we couldn’t have said who was who.

The scorecards were shown during drinks and other breaks or after a gap of 3 to 4 overs. The commentators still told us the score and also the individual scores, told us who was batting and if it was out or not. They had something to tell to the viewers and we had to depend on them for a lot of things hence never really looked in to how the quality of commenting was.

Ravi : Would’ve still been a legend. Just that half of India would’ve still thanked Manjerekar for that brilliant innings against Pakistan.

The Good Quality TV era :

We could differentiate between a Robin Singh at point and Jadeja at covers. We knew what the score was, the individual scores were shown after every over, the replays telecasted quickly. The commentators had to keep telling what the shot looked like and how he had missed the ball or tell us how quick the ball was. The LBWs were still, more often than not explained by the experts. The run outs and the stumpeds were close and we took their word. They told us how the weather and the crowd was. Did the batsman edge it or did he open the face of the bat. Did he nick the ball and was there a deviation after the ball passed the bat? We were curious to know the details from the experts.

Ravi would’ve been a good commentator.

Viewer : C’mon man look at the intensity he gets in to the game. He is passionate about the game, you can feeeeel it man.

The HD Era :

The experts were replaced by HD cameras, hot spots, hawk-eyes, slow mos, 20 camera angles. What could the poor chaps do? The scorecard and the individual scores are shown on the bottom of the tv screens. After every delivery the speeds are also displayed. We know from different angles if a batsman has edged it or guided the ball. But sadly the chaps sitting up there in the commentary box have to explain it at the heat of the moment and have to pay a heavy price if they get it wrong. The viewers can cross check every statement and jump upon a wrong one. They don’t have much to comment upon other than argue about the experts who’ve replaced them.

Ravi quacks. Will he survive? Yes. Now that we’ve all the scorecards and other details we need someone or something to entertain us, someone to whom we can show case our new found expertise. We want to be the guy who knows a lot of stuff, what better way than to gloat about it in our blogs and making fun of the so called experts. Shastri becomes the famous guy we can make fun of, He is the man! the Entertainer.

 

 

 

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The 30 Day Challenge.

This post was supposed to be written 14 days ago and is still pending.
There are research studies which state that, a person needs 21 days to cultivate a habit. Being the cynic that I’m, I’ve pushed it to 30days and hence the 30 day challenge. Procrastinating, in itself is an art which very few people have mastered over time and your’s truly is definitely one among the elite.

Where to begin?

• Wanted to get off facebook for the same old reason and to curb the urge to get back on, I’ve decided to rather kill the account than live there lifelessly. To delete your Facebook account one has to not log in for at least 14days and to be on the safer side I’ve added the Facebook challenge to the 30 Day challenge for two reasons, one it will make the list look longer and two, I need not worry about the no. of days.
• To start a new Blog. Which will be more functional and to an extent livelier than the present one.
  Went ahead and created 2 blogs,
  * www.whatonlyou.wordpress.com
  * www.trippystrips.wordpress.com 
• To help Mom in washing dishes(utensils) at least once a day.
  Been doing that for almost a week and half now.
• Start reading again. Preferably FOUNTAINHEAD.
  Started Meluha.
• Need to study for my November Exam. Finish at least 4 units from Law and Auditing.
  To be done.
• Learn to talk to people, yes really need to learn that. To be subtle and non-argumentative.
  Not mastered yet.
• Write a blog post on how trying to ape/follow (#youprefer) Howard Roark is such a pain and how the world will hate you trying to be him, even if it is for one day. (Worse, you’ll hate yourself)
  TBD.
• Listen to one New song at least . **Note : New hear implies something which is Non- ARR.
  Check.
• To hit the gym regularly as in at least once a day.
  TBD
• Lastly Not to piss off people who care or at least pretend to care…

(The 30 day challenge has begun. *Drum Rolls*)

 

Open letter to Sir Ian Botham

Are you the pele of cricket? Or are you trying hard to be the rakhi sawant of cricket? It has to be either of the two. Let me put it in bulletein points to help you understand my point of view better.

1. England were the better team in the first test and it ends there.
2. What makes you think they are the super power for the future? How is the bench strength of your team?
3. Your strike bowler Jimmy Anderson, with all due respect to him, hasn’t performed well in the sub continent. Something which the likes of steyn and morkel did when they toured India.
4. England were lucky to some extent in the first test. Injured Zaheer and a shuffled batting order in a non turner were some of the reasons. 
5. Except for the Indian middle order which might leave guard in the next 3 years I don’t see much change for the next 10 years.
6. Anderson is 28, Tremlett is 29, Trott 30, Strauss and swann at 32. And world famous Kp at 31. They aren’t going to last long either.
7. On the other hand India have the likes of pujara, yuvraj who are tried and tested against the very best and are in the reckoning of a test place just in case the fab trio feel their time is up.
8. The bowling is quite young.
9. England super power after just one win doesn’t seem right. 
10. One swallow doesn’t make a summer.