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Awesomeness of the Day, the Month and the Year

By on Jan 22, 2011 in On A Whim | 3 comments

Why hello there. I don’t think I got the chance to wish everyone a Happy New Year. So consider this my New Year gift. It’s awesome, ain’t it?

The Ballad of Nadal-Federer

By on Jul 9, 2008 in Stop The Press | 4 comments

And then he fell on to the court, winning the final set 9-7. The stands erupted in a wave of applause. Applauding the two for delivering one of the greatest games ever-a four and a half hour magnum opus battling rain, darkness, and of course, each other. But maybe, they were also sub-consciously applauding the end of an era, the accession of an equal, the revelation of the other side of the coin. This win siganls the end of Federer’s dominance. Players like Roddick have, in the past, come close to matching him, but none have dominated him so thoroughly on a particular court, or stormed his backyard so violently, the way Nadal has. And, that is why, tennis lovers the owrld over are rejoicing. In the past half-decade or so, tennis had slipped into the same monotony that plagued the Schumi era of F1, or which still plagues cricket. The monotony where the championships were played more as formalities, with everyone knowing who’ll get gold. Where the champions sleep walked through their matches but still drubbed the opposition. In the odd match, these world beater would be challenged, but they would dip into their pool of excellence and conjure another win. The monotony which arose from the lack of symmetry, the lack of a true equal. Greatness doesn’t lie in trampling minnows-it lies in conquering equals. And, that is why, tennis lovers will remember this match with the same fondness with which cricket pundits remember the Ashes of ’05. But, unlike that particular Ashes, I don’t think this match is a false start. I think the calm elegance of Federer has finally found its match in the brash, butt-scratching brute force of Nadal. Clubbed with his dominance on clay, this win is a signal that Nadal, the player, has grown, and Nadal, the equal, has emerged. Provided Fed doesn’t hang up his boots any time soon, and Rafa doesn’t break down, this rivalry could be remembered as the Ali-Frazier of tennis, or the Sampras-Agassi of this generation. And for that, tennis should stand up, and applaud the...

Indiana Jones and the Crap of the Crystal Skull

By on Jun 4, 2008 in Reviews | 4 comments

Starring: ET, Harrison Ford, Cate Blanchett, Shia LaBeouf. First things first-I haven’t seen the previous 3 Indiana Jones films and am judging this film purely on its own merits and not on the reputation built up by the previous 3 flicks. The first thing that strikes you about this movie is just how boring it is, the whole mountain out of a mole-hill joke notwithstanding (it’s a visual joke involving the mountain in the Paramount logo). At least on that count, the film is consistent-the beginning’s boring, the middle’s boring and the ending, is well, absurd. And boring. The story is one twisted pile of mumbo-jumbo involving a crystal skull that has the power to influence people’s thoughts. Woven into all this is some more mumbo-jumbo about the power of thought and “the space between spaces”. The movie has just too much of plain, dry, drabby dialogue to keep you engaged for a span of more than 5 minutes. Indy is portrayed as some super-archaeologist who can decipher clues before you can say “Dr. Jones” and survive a nuclear blast by sitting inside a lead lined fridge. But one thing has to be said, he really hasn’t slowed down. The stunts that guy manages are pretty decent, the high point being the bike chase culminating inside a library. That to me, was also the best sequence of the film, but sadly, it came too close to the beginning and from there, the film was pretty much sliding way south. Very quickly. To his credit, Shia stands his ground against the likes of Ford and Blanchett as the James Dean style greaser. The attention he constantly endows on his hair provide some nice little comic relief. Sadly, the rest of the support cast is just wasted. Even the main baddie, Irina Spalko (played by Blanchett) has little to do, other than look cold and aloof. John Hurt as Professor Oxley, the man because of whom the whole quest for the crystal skull starts, does little to further the story, and a lot to cloud your mind by spouting philosophical mumbo-jumbo at every opportunity he gets. It is really sad seeing someone of his calibre wasted in a role like this. For all of Spielberg’s talk that this movie was going to be CGI free, the ludicrous climax DOES feature A LOT of CGI which just cramps Indy’s style. In fact, the CGI comes out with a vengeance as soon as the story shifts to the jungles. A lot of scenes look embarrassingly artificial. The music by the otherwise dependable John Williams is just clumsy and boring to say the least. Williams shows complete lack of imagination while scoring the action bits and the bike chase I mentioned earlier lost a lot of its steam because of the music (which, I can only guess, was dance music at best) playing in the background. Williams neither builds upon, nor rehashes his old Indy themes, leaving a rather sore ear at the end of it all. All said and done, this movie shows what poor scripting can do, with the combined likes of Ford, Blanchett, LaBeouf and Williams at a complete loss about what to do. Watch it only if you have to. Although, I would strongly advise people to give this one the...

Goop Goop

By on Apr 16, 2008 in On A Whim | 2 comments

Everyone’s gone crazy. Except me. I always was. Just heard the soundtrack of Sweeney Todd. Alan Rickman sings with the combined melodiousness of Hans Gruber, Severus Snape and a talking toad. Why are most of the characters in the spoofs I write gay? You have to be extremely vella to be reading this. Go study. That’s what your parents would say. The Devil Wears Prada is quite gripping. I’m talking about the book. And the movie. One flew over the Cuckoos Nest is not. Coffee consumption has gone down. Thank God! Entrances suck. Chickened out of giving the Art, Design and Media exam for NTU. Still gotta give the Physics one tomorrow. Don’t know a word of physics. Any suggestions? See number 10. Blah! I’m bored. Sorry, I just wanted to write this...


By on Mar 24, 2008 in On A Whim | 1 comment

The bloody boards just don’t seem to end, 11 days for computers is a TAD too much. Bad, because my family expects me to study, and all I want to do is roll over and sleep s’more. Needless to say, ‘Needlessly Messianic‘ is needlessly confusing to those not in on the joke (people like me). I have again started to worry about the English cricket team. I have no idea why. I need to tell the people at NTU whether or not I’m giving the entrance test on the 16th and 17th. By today. But, I can’t do that till the time they acknowledge my e-mail, requesting permission to cancel the Art, Design and Media choice. Which they haven’t. Till now. I have the worst headache. EVER. I think (5) is because of a coffee addiction I seem to have recently developed. Gone are the tea-zindabad days, these days, I seem to be guzzling 50g of coffee each day. I think my body is craving the morning cuppa that I didn’t have today. I have a gazzillion half-baked ideas for stories, movies and spoofs. Half of me wants to develop them and write them down. The other half wants to roll over and sleep s’more. The latter half seems to be winning. My printer’s out of ink. (I have no idea why this is on this list). I don’t think I spelt cuppa right in (6). I’m craving for a good book to read. Whatever I’ve read lately has been a bunch of crap. I have no idea why I’m making this list. I would like to thank the people over at PVR, without whom this list would have been a review of Sweeney...