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Bought the DVD of “Good bad and the Ugly” and repetedly watched it the whole week. Liked the movie a lot. All the cast in the movie are perfectly put. ClintEastwood is at his best in this movie..
Here goes the classic sound track
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Never thought it ‘s a 60’s movie production….
Who Knows What Evil Lurks in the Heart of Men?
Mad comics and I should thank two fellas who inducted me to the addictive piece of humor.
One Mad feature, by Sergio Aragones: “The Shadow Knows”, a simple cartoon of all sorts of common folks from daily situations. It showed the shadows projected (literally) behind them. Shadows spoke the real intentions and true emotions from what we see beyond the real thing. Funny isn’t..
Often I see scenes in my daily life, and I quickly relate with the “shadows Knows”.
For instance my favorite “shadow knows” shows a man by the sidewalk meeting a known young mom with a small kid cuddled in her arms . Real picture, as we see, shows the man pat the young lad in the Mothers arm, but the Shadow on the wall reflect another tale. He is more curious with the cute mom and less interested with the young toddler, a greater truth in many cases we see around in our lives… : )
From my old quote book, scribbled by Hari, AG’s .. long back
“Life is nothin but a funeral procession winding towards the grave,
Its small joy the flowers of funeral wreaths”
“Dawn breaks , sorrow reappears
Addressing me in the morning light
But the cock’s shrill crow”
“There is more in life than
Coffees & cigarette’s
and sprouting MARXIAN THOUGHTS ALOUD,
Somewhere ahead there is a darker road waiting,
Another pair of jeans in the crowd…
Election day for Karnataka. As I left the house for my usual walk, I failed to see much frenzy as I could have seen on a election day in Kerala. Pre election campaigns too had been a low key affair. No fiery speeches and no big public pronouncements, probably b’cos, it was never crossed to see what’ happening with the politics in here or elsewhere.
After a quick walk at the park near C.M.H road, I went and bought fish ( Parava) and Idli from the lady who does biz near Polo Bar. (abt the enterprising Idli lady, it’s another small tale).
At home, I cleaned the fish and applied generous masala ( Chilli, turmeric and pepper and lastly some salt ). Surprisingly in B’lore, Parava cost very close to the red fish, “Nagara “and the common “Ayila’s price too is similarly priced. Naturally being a fish enthusiast or for anyone who knows Paravas cost in Trivandrum, going with Parava. Is an obvious choice.
Giving some time for the marinating process to sink, I fried all of it with little oil and soon enough I was over the idli and fish … Well, after 4 idlies and 4 pieces of fish, I was too full to go out. But, I dragged myself to have a hair cut.
Went to the usual Saloon on the Sai Baba temple road, and waited for my turn. Out of the four guys who does hair cut, my regular chap had his turn on my hair styling. Oh, nothing much to do with my style, the same old style and he asks if I want short or medium cut. I go for short and get takes on his job.
No soon his hands and scissors go over my head, I close my head for a quite reverie in that saloon chair. With fish and idly still intact in me, my nap was even sweeter. The occasional turn he gives to my head adds to my sleep and I enjoyed all of it… and then came the best part of the hair cut. The HEAD MASSAGE.
Oh, and yet again I just enjoyed his hands going rhythmically over my drooping head. He did all sorts of things, beating and banging on the head, and some acts were too violent that I told to leave it out. My shoulder muscles, back and even my eyebrows got a good twist with his young experienced hands….. oh, la la… and while he was closing in FM Radio played the Titanic song and again it music drained in me and the old thoughts came flooded in
Ask me the price of this lovely hair cut and head massage. Oh, I was told 70 bucks, 30 for hair cut and 40 for massage. Great price paid, for a great weekend. Again happily gave the chap 10 bucks tips and waked out to a world full of hope and fun.
Today’s Joke: Driving Styles
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One hand on steering wheel, one hand out of window.
– Sydney
One hand on steering wheel, one hand on horn
– Japan
One hand on steering wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on accelerator…
– Boston
Both hands on steering wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror
– New York
Both hands in air, gesturing, both feet on accelerator, head turned to talk to someone in back seat
– Italy
One hand on horn,
one hand greeting,
one ear on cell phone,
one ear listening to loud music,
foot on accelerator,
eyes on female pedestrians,
conversation with someone in the car
– Welcome to India
I used to listen to this song frequently during my work time and during when I used to stay back at my work… And now when I hear it again, it takes me back to those days @ e-city life and work.
I liked the sanskrit rendition and the sound of the female singer. Wonder who sang it. would like to listen to her other songs… anyone got a clue?
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“The Child In Us”
prasanna vadanaaM saubhaagyadaaM bhaagyadaaM
hastaabhyaaM abhayapradaaM maNigaNair-
naanaavidhair-bhuushhitaaM who is of smiling face, bestower of all fortunes,
whose hands are ready to rescue anyone from fear,
who is adorned by various ornaments with precious stones
Puer natus est nobis,
et filius datus est nobis:
cujus emperium super humerum…
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given:
and the government will be upon his shoulder..
Some day you came
And I knew you were the one
You were the rain, you were the sun
But I needed both, cause I needed you
You were the one
I was dreaming of all my life
When it is dark you are my light
But don’t forget
Who’s always our guide
It is the child in us
Sanskrit chant translation
(translation:
Who is of smiling face, bestower of all fortunes,
Whose hands are ready to rescue anyone from fear,
Who is adorned by various ornaments with precious stones )
Puer natus est nobis,
Et filius datus est nobis:
Cujus emperium super humerum… for to us a child is born,
To us a son is given:
And the government will be upon his
Shoulder..
Some day you came
And I knew you were the one
You were the rain, you were the sun
But I needed both, cause I needed you
.
You were the one
I was dreaming of all my life
When it is dark you are my light
But don’t forget
Who’s always our guide
.
It is the child in us
Life is all about discovering newfound tastes and love. For me in 2007, I got introduced with a newfound taste. The taste of “WINE”.
It all came by way of a present my friend Suja gave for my marriage. The bottle of wine she presented was something I had never fancied as a gift and I rightly placed it along with other ardent drinks. Rightly so, it stayed still for many months.
Later in one of our get-together, that bottle was opened and I got the taste of real Wine. Till then, the wine I had tasted bordered around grape juice and dash of spirits. It is a normal practice to give wine and Cake at marriages in Trivandrum, Kerala and those were mostly prepared just a week before it is used!
It’s 2008 and I’m experimenting new labels and new types of wine. Red, White, Rose ….and I Many of the weekends I take pride to share a cup with my partner.
The new taste I have gotten is something that is being seen around India. The sale and consumption of wine has gone drastically up. Newspaper society pages and T.V programs increasingly feature the clink of red red wine. Lapping with the new taste, Indian liquor brands like Kingfisher have bought to its kitty, a French wine company, Bouvet-Ladubay and other acquisition plans are in the foray.
So, what it all takes to. Are we lapping up more Westernized values and this is just a part of the whole saga of change. Well, may be, for we are in a global village where no one owns anything and every thing is for sale.
Cheers…
Folks listen to the old familar title track of Malgudi days…
Tanana Tana na na na, Tanana Tana na na na . …
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Who is an Obsessive compulsive blogger: oh, these days I got into a surge about blogging. It has gone to such proposition that it has started taking toll on my work- frequent peek at my blog, and more obsessed with my blog than other relations around me… What do you call this behavior ? “Narcissist”.
When I started, I felt it was a durgery to write and to put it all up but all at once it all seems to come over me…. Is it common to all the newbie bloggers who gets elated to see their blogs go over the fold.
When I look at my other acts in life, I feel the heat of this too will cool down. This temporary infatuation will go down and will be replace for yet another facet.
Or it could be that I’m still to achieve the level of maturity in the blogosphere? Well, certain about of narcissism can be acceptable but over the top it could be highly dysfunctional.
I hope, I’m not alone to live through such bouts. Can anyone share some lights to it..
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Don’t be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make, the the better.
Which lead me to this thought for today…
Bottle rockets are a heady source of delight for many youngsters, for the same reason they’re the source of angst for many parents – they’re unpredictable. As a creator and experience designer, there is no telling whether your site, widget or media launch will soar, implode or simply fizzle. Scary, considering that ….
http://joannapenabickley.typepad.com/on/2007/12/index.html
and yes it this takes me to the rockets I’ve fired from bottles… wooosh…. u never know how it goes, where it goes …. life is just kind of bottle rocket…. after all it’s just a puff of smoke in the bottle..
take on that link… worth having a look.
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