Monday, October 25, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

If wishes were bottles

From http://www.designalicious.typepad.com/

Aiee! What have we here? The objects of my desire, that's what! I'm simply going to start obsessing now, excuse  me. When can I start my collection? Sob, sob!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Trust? Vote?

The Vidhana Soudha, the seat of Karnataka's le...Image via Wikipedia
The great state of Karnataka is in the midst of a steamy political crisis. This morning I read that a group of dissident politicians ‘pushed aside’ the marshals that guard the Assembly building and proceeded to forcefully enter. And right there I thought, WHAT? They overpowered the GUARDS? How? And why? If the whole purpose of deploying these guards, or marshals, or cops, or whatever they are, is to prevent forced entry, then how on earth did it happen anyway?
I wonder in which other country this is possible. Agreed, the dissenters do not need to be shot. But has no-one heard of reasonable force? I am stunned at how our police infrastructure can be so toothless. Later the regular uniformed cops were brought in, which decision resulted in much denouncing. The whole thing is confounding. Politicians talked about the sanctity of the house being violated by the presence of the cops. It seems to me that it is not the cops who are responsible for degrading the ‘sanctity’ of the House, such as it may be.
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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Salt

I made the famous mistake of having high expectations from this movie, I’m not quite sure why. Maybe it was because the Jolie is the main star, and I’ve come to expect something higher from her. Anyway, here she plays Evelyn Salt, a CIA agent who gets caught in a game of Double-Agent-and-Intrigue. This time, the mighty U.S. is pitted against its old arch-rival, Russia.
Image from http://www.theangelinajolie.com/
There are a lot of chases, and hitting, punching, kicking, and shooting. The mother-of-six main star excels at this sort of thing, and is clearly having a jolly good time of it. I cannot say anything more about the plot of this movie, because in 12 minutes we had it figured out. The thing I cannot figure out is why the Jolie agreed to star in such a tedious and not particularly entertaining spy fest. Did she need the extra millions to buy new clothes for her kiddies? I doubt it. My only theory is that she just went for the action bit and cared two hoots for the actual plot. I must admit, it must be fun to kick and punch, wear disguises, jump off trailers and get paid for it all, then go around the world promoting the film looking fabulous in Versace dresses.
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Saturday, October 09, 2010

Thou shalt not steal

I have learned that in view of our impending visit, the Father has issued veiled threats about how his collection of fancy glasses will be under lock and key. This change in policy has been implemented after he was singed by his hospitality to his offspring last year, when we coolly made off with four beautiful Czech crystal glasses.
Also, we were informed, a pre-emptive report would be lodged with the police. Seeing as the cops in that neck of the woods have so little to actually do, this might be more effective than his lock-policy. Hmm. What to do? How to ensure another batch of exquisite glassware? I rather had my eye on that cute set of shot glasses.
This calls for a serious plan- so far I have only scoffed and laughed evilly at this latest edict of the Father’s. There is also that ferocious sniffer dog to contend with. I may have to fall back on last year’s plan- just asking the Father for said glasses. Ha.
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Thursday, October 07, 2010

Yes and No

A system with high adaptive capacity exerts co...Image via Wikipedia
The topic of integrity in the context of social situations is one that intrigues me. It’s not the power of a good white lie I am talking about- we all know social life would be unbearable without that good little lubricant. No, it is the art of follow-up that has me thinking today.
Of late, I have been in the position where I’ve needed to ask people a certain question. The answer to which might involve their asking another person the same question, at the most. What confounds me is, not one of these people has reverted to me with the answer. Mind you, if they don’t know the answer, all they have to do is ASK someone who WILL know.
But, all I get is, “I will get back to you.” If the answer is negative, I want to know. If it is positive, I want to know. To me, it is a simple give and take interaction which really shouldn’t be taking up so much of my brain space here. But apparently my expectations are too high.
Why the question of integrity in social situations came up is that if the answer to my question is negative, it in no way affects our social relationship. Not at all. There are no repercussions here, no heartbreak, nothing awkward. Then why the silence, why the brush-offs, why the deplorable lack of integrity? I think I am losing my faith in the grand social structure that everyone calls the “Network.” It ain’t working for me, clearly.
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Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Tom Waits - Watch Her Disappear

This I thought was an odd and creative accompaniment to Tom Waits’ lush poetry. Two years ago when I discovered Waits I thought that I would outgrow him pretty soon. But it hasn’t happened yet. Maybe it’s because I wisely desist from overdosing on him and partake only occasionally and very judiciously.

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Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Solo

I’ve always read about how marriage needs ‘work.’ How you need to ‘keep the spark alive’, or to ‘have fun together.’ Fortunately, I haven’t ever felt the need to put so much of what seems like frankly back-breaking labour, into my own marriage. But in the age of the terminally busy, I find that it is friendships that need so much ‘work.’
I miss that era of my life when close friends were close at hand. In every phase you do give up some friends and you make some more, but here it seems as though I am valiantly struggling to keep those I do have, and have run out of the ability and the circumstances to make new ones.
Some of my best and dearest friends are the ones that are geographically hundreds or thousands of miles away. Others are close but I see them twice a year. I am beginning to feel like the only person in the world.
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Saturday, October 02, 2010

Marry me off, I'm EIGHTEEN

That mother and daughter that I see regularly in the gym had to go and prove me right. What happened was that I had casually remarked to J that since the daughter was young and a tad overweight, she’d been dragged to the gym in order to ‘reduce’ in time for her wedding- and to keep her motivated (and to keep an eye on her) her mother joined her.
They weren’t just fooling around, either. They desisted from the silly mannerisms that some women use when confronted with hard workouts with their trainers. No, these two were dead serious. I appreciated that, especially because you see so few older women ever in the gym.
I slowly began to cast off my cynical view about the young kid (she is eighteen) and her impending marriage, while her future groom continued to tuck into oily biryani and kebabs, caring not a whit for HIS figure. I stopped lamenting about our low expectations from girls in this country; about how nauseating I find the fixation of women to look their best on their wedding day and then giving up said desire for the rest of their lives, not to mention once they hit 30...and so on and so forth.
But, alas and alack, my initial diagnosis was spot-on. Now I am betting that once the wedding is over, we will never see these two again. Of course, probably the young bride will be sent to faraway shores. And the mother, her duty done, will go back to courting osteoporosis and giving away her gym clothes and shoes. Why? Why?

Friday, October 01, 2010

A Season of Regret

the wedding cakeImage by massdistraction via Flickr

It is a terrible thing to second-guess yourself. I don't do it very often. But since earlier this evening there has been a heavy wave of "...oh, I should have done that..." washing over me. It makes me very melancholy.
Life is truly too short and logic is not everything.
Here's to you, Melissa. I should have flown the 10,000 miles to be at your wedding.


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