Saturday, June 16, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
What we Indians don't know or don't care about traffic rules could very
well fill up a book, or two. But sometimes you just wonder if people
have a death wish for others as well as for themselves while on road.
The case in point is the big trucks that ply on the roads with these long pointed iron rods hanging about in the back. It scares hell out of me to even think about what will happen to the vehicles following it should the driver suddenly brake. A few days back, I saw a car that had stopped only inches away from such a truck while waiting for the traffic signal to go green. I wish I had taken a photo.
Last weekend, on the Mumbai-Pune highway, I spotted another truck where a guy was hanging out the back while holding onto a single thin rope. I could see that there was ample space inside. God alone knows why he wanted to risk his life by hanging on to it by a mere thread - both literally and figuratively.
At another junction, we were passed by a bike which was driven by a young guy while a girl sitting on the back seat was holding onto him with both hands and had fallen blissfully asleep - without a helmet.
Has life become so miserable that we don't care about it anymore? :-(
The case in point is the big trucks that ply on the roads with these long pointed iron rods hanging about in the back. It scares hell out of me to even think about what will happen to the vehicles following it should the driver suddenly brake. A few days back, I saw a car that had stopped only inches away from such a truck while waiting for the traffic signal to go green. I wish I had taken a photo.
Last weekend, on the Mumbai-Pune highway, I spotted another truck where a guy was hanging out the back while holding onto a single thin rope. I could see that there was ample space inside. God alone knows why he wanted to risk his life by hanging on to it by a mere thread - both literally and figuratively.
At another junction, we were passed by a bike which was driven by a young guy while a girl sitting on the back seat was holding onto him with both hands and had fallen blissfully asleep - without a helmet.
Has life become so miserable that we don't care about it anymore? :-(
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Prometheus(Spoiler Alert)
What happens when you start
with a good plot and nice execution but decide to have a sequel
sometime in future. Prometheus! Alright, I agree - a team of
scientists, backed by some wealthy dude, on a quest to figure out
where we came from – not a very original plot. But throw in some
references to Babylonians, Sumerians, Mayans, not to mention a few
cave drawings of stick figures pointing at bright lights in the sky
and you can bring some in the audience to the edge of their chairs .
So far, so good.
There's a pair of scientists
– Elizabeth & Charlie – who thought of the expedition.
There's a captain to steer the spacecraft. Then there are a couple of
dispensable types – the kind who are at the front of the pack when
it comes to dying at the hands of the aliens. Of course, in such
teams, a robot who looks more human than the real human beings on
board is more necessary than life support systems. So we have David.
And then there's Meredith (Charlize Theron) – who turns out to be
the daughter of the old guy who has financed this expedition. Early
in the movie, we are let in on the secret that David and Meredith
don't care much when it comes to searching for mankind's' Mummy and
Daddy but have a secret agenda of their own – not hard to guess
when you have already shown the holographic projection of the old guy
:-)
The movie moves ahead with a
fairly tight plot till the team lands on the planet of the aliens who
have supposedly put us all on this earth (God, you can be happy now!
I have found someone else to blame for bringing me to this earth on
my bad days). This is the point when something has to go wrong and it
does. But not just with the expedition team – with the movie plot
as well. Things start happening and we viewers keep wondering about
whether they will be able to tie all the loose ends in the end or
not.
Turns out that they don't.
But by then the movie has (mercifully) ended, the bag of popcorn and
glass of coke both are empty and it is fairly obvious that whosoever
has made this movie is already thinking about the sequel.
And you exit the movie hall
wondering not about the reason the aliens want to destroy the
civilization that they themselves created but about just how on earth
(!) can Dr. Elizabeth walk around (and occasionally break into a
sprint) just moments after her stomach is split wide open and sewed
back by what looks like a row of staple pins!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I had the misfortune of
cursing season's very first baby rains last week. There was a drizzle
when I stepped out in the morning. Thinking that it will be sunny
soon I didn't carry my umbrella. By the time I was downstairs, the
drizzle increased in intensity thus making me run upstairs again.
Hence the cursing. But my heart melted as soon as I caught a glimpse
of the rain-washed trees and blue sky dotted with rainclouds. Now the
rain has disappeared again. And I am heartbroken. :-(
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