Marriage

Everybody and his aunt seem to be getting married. Wow!

Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is by far the best Harry Potter film adaptation of the Potter series. Kudos to the scriptwriter for distilling the essence of the book into a really thrilling, tight paced movie. Its been lovely to watch Harry, Ron and Hermione grow up. Neville, Fred and George have shaped up pretty well too. Viktor Krum was great eye candy. Missed seeing Sirius, though. Can't wait to see it again!

Monday Morning

How presumptuous would it be for someone to call himself an alpha male? Does pointing out that the opposite side has faults negate yours? Or mine? Why don't things matter the way they used to? Why is Kurt Cobain still such a good friend?

Song in my head

What are you running from?
Taking pills to get along
Creating walls to call your own
So no one catches you drifting off and
Doing all the things that we all do

Let them wash away
All those yesterdays
All those yesterdays
All those paper plates

You've got time, you've got time to escape
There's still time, it's no crime to escape
It's no crime to escape, it's no crime to escape
There's still time, so escape
It's no crime, crime..

- All those yesterdays, Pearl Jam

Anger

Over the years, the number of weird guys (i.e. guys you'd never even heard of before. Stalkers?!) who sent emails and smses, called to see if I'd be interested had dwindled down to zero,and I was quite pleased that growing older did have a few perks. But now, it has started again and its so frustrating. I mean, what do these guys think? I'd just jump at the offer because I am 26 and single. And the worst part is that they pretend to be these really decent guys - I am sorry if I caused you mental agony - what crap! And they have the freaking nerve to get my number from wherever they do and call me up! Aaargh! I feel like slapping them around and handing them over to some torturers. Freaks!

Change

Imagine 2 kids, cousins, more like brother and sister. Born a couple of years and a couple of days apart. A lot like each other. Fast forward a few years - one has become a rigid conservative, while the other has stopped a few yards short of being a free spirit. And can't find a common spot to meet on.

Question

Don't you ever get tired of running to stay in the same spot?

An eventful weekend

The weekend kicked off to a promising start with the Legend of Zorro on Friday night. Clean fun, tempered to suit family audiences. Nice action, great chemistry between the leads, cute kid. The only dampener was a rather lame second half. Lazy day on Saturday - re-read The Lighting Thief, night out with friends. Terror on Sunday morning with the Delhi blasts, calls to friends to make sure they're alright, thoughts for the one I cannot reach, movie in the evening. Into the Blue was a good way to kill time. Jessica Alba, Paul Walker - what bodies! Got back itching to read my new SFF.

Rocking on Saturday night

Prerna, the annual fest hosted by NITIE, Powai organised a rock show on Saturday night. The anchor performance that night was by a band named Orange Street. Their music is what would be best termed as progressive, fusion rock. Great show. The band made up for a poor sound system by playing real good stuff, including Nirvana and Pink Floyd. But the highlight of the show was one of their own numbers "Naash". Try it on their website. Cool guys. Anirban, the frontman, was a real treat to watch, incredible energy. And the rather cute guitar player, Donny. A real treat after a mad, mad week at work.

Lithium

I'm so lonely, but that's okay, I shaved my head ...
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ...
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there ...
But I don't care
I'm so horny, but that's okay ...
My will is good

I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack...

God bless Kurt Cobain!

Right now

A weekend of languor never fails to recompense for a week of toil. But languor also bring thoughts, rushing through the head like a herd of stampeding bisons. Memory, touch, taste, something precious shattered to smithereens, blood, fear, something trampled upon, crumbled to dust. The past is sad, the future scary. Right now is blessed.

The new bond

Its official, Daniel Craig will be the new 007. Haven't seen any of his movie yet, but really wanted to see 'Mother' and 'Layer Cake' when the reviews came out. Bookmakers have been quick to write him off. Apparently he isn't cool enough,and people feel he's going to be a big flop. I say, give him a chance.

On marriage

Met a friend who is getting married in November to this guy her family has found for her. We spent some time discussing what it is like to move into a new family, with a man who is just short of a stranger. I am 26, an age where all my friends have either settled down, or are getting married soon. Earlier, it used to be just family that pestered me with questions like 'When are you going to get married?', but now even friends, colleagues and just about everybody else is doing the same. And a simple explanation like 'I don't feel like it' doesn't not suffice. A long winded explanation that includes my dislike for an arranged marriage, not having a boy friend etc doesn't satisfy people either. 'You better get married before you get too old, else you will have very little choice left' is the normal reaction. Well, I am enjoying being single right now, and I am prepared for the repercussions of choosing at do so at 'my age'. This definitely gets people to shut up. For a while.

How appalling!

The JAMMAG article not withstanding, IIPM has made sure that it gets enough negative publicity by threatening to sue (I wasn't aware that B-schools needed a "head of the legal and compliance counsel"!!) Gaurav Sabnis, who linked the post of an anonymous blogger claiming to be an ex-IIPM student, and causing his subsequent resignation from IBM. Perhaps its time that some authorised body was set up to validate B-schools and their claims in order to protect the interests of aspiring MBAs who end up spending a fortune on nothing at all.

Real dolls

'Aside from Sidore, Davecat has never officially dated anyone. He compares his interaction with women to a bodily reaction, something over which he has no control, much as he wishes that he could meet a woman who breathes. "People who are allergic to roses can enjoy artificial roses," he says. "In the same way, artificial women serve the same purpose for men who are, in whatever way, allergic to real women".' This is as weird as it gets. Not to mention scary!