Do not, under any circumstances, watch Love Aaj Kal. If you read a good review of the film, you can safely assume that the reviewer was paid to praise it, and handsomely so. If you're bored, go eat out, meet old friends, rediscover the city's rich heritage. Heck, sitting at home and staring at your feet is a better way to pass time.
Awful movie. What were they thinking? What were they trying to show? I am a kid of this generation and I couldn't identify with any of the emotions in the movie! (But then I am a bit of an aunty on the inside).
I went in with super-low expectations. I kept giving it the benefit of doubt thinking that it will get better. And it did for about two minutes post-interval. Then downhill again.
Why does Saif Ali Khan have a double role? Try as he might, he did not fool anyone into thinking he could act (like a sardar). Deepika Padukone's acting seemed okay compared to Saif Ali's but that's only because the bar was set so low in the first place.
First Luck, now this. I don't think I'm going to be watching any movies in the theatre anytime soon.
Anyway, if you do happen to see it (I can't imagine why you would but...), I suggest you watch 'Mean Girls' ASAP afterwards to restore your faith in cinema.

This post has been issued in public interest

Once upon a time there was a little elephant named Ole. One day Ole got in a car accident and severed his left leg. When his mother saw him she screamed and dragged him to the doctor. Ole carried the detached limb with him. His mother asked the surgeon, "Doctor, will you be able to put his leg back?". The doctor said, "Don't worry, ma'am. Elephants always re-member."

Social networking has taken on a whole new meaning with the advent of the internet. From Hi5 to Orkut to Facebook to the latest fad, Twitter. I don't generally make predictions but I'm convinced that Twitter is the next big thing, as well it should be.
Rahul Gandhi is on Twitter! This really changes the dynamics of the whole politician-public relationship. Now Rahul Gandhi is not just a figure you see on TV or in the papers. He is a real, tangible being who you can have an actual conversation with. You can choose to follow him, (or not follow him) and post direct replies to the things he says! How cool is that? And not just him. I spoke to Darren Hayes. DARREN HAYES! Any invention that lets me talk to Darren Hayes is genius in my books.

I got my voter's id card today. I'm going to be a responsible citizen this May.

www.jaagore.com is simply awesome. I love the idea of youth empowerment. And I love how well it goes with the simple idea of a cup of tea. 


In other news, my paper today was horrid. Actually, horrid doesn't even begin to describe it. Take ghastly, atrocious, appalling, awful, nasty, and dreadful and add a fistful of shameful,  substandard and disgusting, and you might come close to what my paper was. I'm redefining horrid.

The Musical Twin

Over the years I've had many twins.

Okay, fine, so there was just one. But now, there's another. [Sorry winnie. But don't worry, I still love you.] This new twin pierces the one part of my life that the old, *whacks self* I mean other one didn't cover.

 

Music.

 

A long, long time ago (January), this girl, K, came to talk to me at a party. She told me that she'd seen some music on my Facebook profile and that she listened to pretty much the same stuff. We talked about exchanging music but it didn't happen. We're not really friends, and we're in different specializations so we don't see much of each other. Then a few months later I was listening to some music in college and I extended a earphone. She liked the song (Kings of Convenience) so I promised to give her some on a pen drive. This time I really did. She did the same.

Actually she did more. She went above and beyond. She gave me two whole albums of...wait for it…The Shins! Not to mention a bunch of other music which I haven't yet heard.

I can't even begin to explain what that means to me. It's like my birthday has come early this year (or got late last year, whichever way you choose to look at it). To add to the birthday feeling, she gave me music in the cutest cd cover. It's bright, shiny, jazzy red with hearts on it, like wrapping paper. Plus, M gave the world's coolest water bottle, wrapped and everything (it was a return gift for her little sister's birthday party). I wish my birthday was half as fun as yesterday!

Oh, and in the cute red cd case lay a cute movie called Paris je t'aime. It's the best I've seen in a long time.

 

As Athlete would say/sing, yesterday threw everything at me. Or as Marshall would say, it was steak sauce. Or as Barney might say, yesterday was totally awesome.

Okay, I'm done.

Gold in the air of summer

The heat was really getting to me. Even the riksha ride was unbearable. The aftermath of the riksha ride was no less unpleasant what with the man sticking his hands inside his pants to give me change. Dirty, sweaty pants, at that.

I was glad when I finally reached the stairs of the metro station. My head was beginning to hurt from being in the sun so long. The air conditioning beckoned and I made my way to it in a daze. I kept thinking of how I would make it home. How would I possibly survive the walk from the metro station to the bus stop?

I glided through the checkpoint to the entrance. I had kept my smart card out to speed my way to the infinitely cooler platform. It was all I could think of.

But my card wouldn't work.

I stepped back and tried again. It still wouldn't work. I shifted it, turned it around, stepped back again. No luck. I looked around for help but no one was there. I looked for the guard but he was far away. I sighed and started to make my way towards him when I perchance looked at my card.

 

It was my driver's license.

There was no electricity the whole day today! From 11.30 a.m. to 7 p.m. Some stupid meter change.

Since I couldn't study without light I decided to read Douglas Adams instead.