Die wochenende endet jetzt. Morgen gehe ich ins Buro weil ich arbeiten muss. I enjoyed a movie marathon this weekend. Kidnap: Abysmal, really abysmal. Don't even bother. One missed call: I'll admit I was spooked out for some time, but overall the movie is not good. After the movie my brother did some missed call impressions to annoy me, and when I actually did get a missed call, made crazy eyes at me....That was good. Fashion: Good. The best I've watched this weekend. The soundtrack is especially worth mentioning. That haunting tune... It grows on you stealthily until its all you hear in your mind. But it didn't last that long for me, coz before long I started watching... Mamma Mia!: This is only for Abba fans. No, not for those fans who'll get offended listening to Meryl Streep doing “Money money money” with her raspy-ish voice. I like the music and lyrics more than the voice of Abba, so I tolerated the weak story and over-the-top acting. Happy feet: Cute. Cho cute. And finally, Rock on!: The story: Good. The performances: Really good. The songs: Wow! Farhan Akhtar: So hot! Need I say more? Here's one of my favourites:
Before I toodle off, a question: Alien abductions-true story? I wonder...
Its surprising how difficult it is to do anything when your right arm is in a cast. I knew it would be hard, but not this hard. New lessons in patience.
Yesterday evening I heard my right thumb snap. I was dancing and practicing for a step that required me to do some push ups on one hand. My hand was not swelling right away, so I figured it was no big deal. This morning my thumb was swelling at an exponential rate. Time to go to the doc.
At the hospital, when I was waiting in line at the pharmacy (The doc had prescribed painkillers) I noticed something. All the people working in the lower economic strata in Bangalore were Kannadigas. OK, not the real bottom feeders like beggars or rag pickers, but the petty shopkeepers, the fruit vendors, etc. And all these people were highly biased towards Kannadigas. That is why I make sure I talk in Kannada when the situation looks like it could need a turn. Wait, did what I just wrote seem highly snobbish? Well, I really ought to take those painkillers.
The past three weeks had some days when I started my morning with lots of coffee and war paint on my face. Busy,busy,busy. But I like busy. Busy keeps me happy.
I finished reading “A tale of two cities”-Dickens and “The great Gatsby”-Scott Fitzgerald. The former tale won my heart, the latter weirded me out. I did not identify with the story, or the characters, or the author. But “A tale...” had me thinking..Carton or Darnay?
I saw “The promotion”. See, this is what I like about such movies;their portrayal of characters. They're neither good nor bad, just in-between. Putting oneself in others' shoes is only a matter of perspective. Its good if you can do that, it helps your flexibility. But it doesn't mean that one side is necessarily right. So if there is no right or wrong, how do we decide what man can do and cannot? Won't all human laws be defunct? Ooh, I won't go there, that's an ugly topic.
