Archive for August, 2007

What a waste..

Posted: August 15, 2007 in Art

Oh what a relish it was to see Matt Damon in “The Talented Mr.Ripley”. Such raw potential sinfully blunted by the Bourne series. His charm lies in his grey shades- not the machoman hero that should be left to the Bruce Willises and Jon Claude Van Dams of the world. Its like watching Dorothy morph into Lara Croftt, yes that painful. And whats with the bloated piggish look at an attempt to look manlier?

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Independence Day is here!

Posted: August 14, 2007 in Gyaan

Time to send those mass mailers on “Happy Independence Day!” and urge them to be forwarded (to atleast 10 people) to prove one’s patriotism, foist the national flag in your car/house/garden/any place that can…, time to listen to Anu Malik’s “East or West, India is the best” desh bhakti songs on your computer while guzzling Coke/Pepsi and friendshiping on Orkut, time to abuse the conspiracy-workers who want to stop India at all costs and feel good about having done something worthwhile in life.

After that, its life as usual.

Laughter is the best medicine

Posted: August 13, 2007 in Random

The monkey had too much of it and died of a stroke..hehhhehe

Simmmmppsonnssssssssssss….

Posted: August 13, 2007 in Art

Ta datta da ta datta da tada tata…

Was more fun watching my husband laugh than watching the movie itself.

Show-stealers
“Spider pig…spider pig…”
Homer

“I was elected to lead, not to read”
Prez. A. Schwarzenegger

“Sir, I can see you have grown crazy with power.”
EPA guy
“Have you ever tried going mad without power? It’s boring and no one listens to you!”
Cargill

I am because I can be

Posted: August 12, 2007 in Random

I am many people within one,
each in war with the other;
One minute at the end of the world,
On top of it the next.

I am many people within one,
each on the look-out for the enemy unknown
each reaching out to the friend at hand;
Wary and watching, hopeful and embracing.

I am many people within one,
A girl in wonderment of what lies beyond,
a woman prudent of what lies beneath;
Eager and ecstatic, subdued and restrained.

I can break free, yet belong,
Have no theme and yet have a story
I am all this and I am all that
I am because I can be

This is not my first blog

Posted: August 10, 2007 in Random

A new place, a new identity…the same me.

I found out that my blog is being seiged by unwanted pairs of eyes.
This was not acceptable to me and I had to move on- not because I cared they would read what I wrote, but because this is not a space I advertise or share with all and sundry. If I did that, I may start writing for them instead of for me – which was the founding idea behind my blogging.

A new beginning beckons.