Here's to another night of drunken debauchery (?) in this squallid town of Chennai. I am soooo drunk and all is well in my world. How's yours?

Review sucked today, so have to turn up at the blasted blight on Earth called college tomorrow again. Bleh! Can't stand the place. Wonder how I stayed arund as long as I did. Hmmm....

But then, tomorrow's a new day again. Atleast, that's what one hopes. Anything's possible in this wee end of the country. Blood and bloody ashes.

I shall now stop before I spill beans in my inebriated condition, I'd rather keep in the closet.

Cheers!

I'm off to Chennai for a week. Back next Sunday. :(

But I don't wanna go!!!!

Pointlessly wasted week.

I've spent a lot of time sifting through innumerable lists of the greatest films of all time...notwithstanding the intensely personal and therefore subjective nature of such lists, I've also come to realise that public list-making is an exercise in political-correctness. Noone wants to be seen as the person who DIDN'T include an acknowledged classic like Citizen Kane in his/her list, no matter if said person ACTUALLY thought that Citizen Kane was a SNORE FEST!!! Or for that matter, a film like Rashomon directed by Akira Kurosawa. I admit to the technical brilliance of the film. Even the premise, that of a murder-rape, shown through the memory/version of four different people is very, very interesting. On paper. The film (barring a few really brilliant scenes), remains steadfastly boring to me. No matter how many times I try and force myself to like it, or atleast see its greatness, I just cant. Sorry Kurosawa!

Why cant film critics just be honest with themselves for a change? Everyone has secret likes for low-brow films...some of which end up becoming cult classics. So why be ashamed to admit that you find certain not-so- acclaimed films great? ! ;) Anyway, if anyone wants to post up their own list of fave films, they're more than welcome...:)

I'm off to Pilani tomorrow. Yes, finally. So, there will be even more sporadic posts as a result of said trip. Ms. Kuhad will be incharge of blogging my posts while I'm away since I won't have permanent Net access there. So, any mistakes made will probably be hers, and not mine.

I will keep checking for comments and everything, so keep going.

BTW, in case you haven't heard enough of it yet, my number has changed. It's now +91-94131-02799. You can safely delete my Chennai number (9884243153) since have no intentions whatsoever to re-use it. Thats about it.

Cheers!

Do I feel like writing tonight? No, I don't. So, I won't wirte tonight.

So sue me !

Cheers !

Ever wondered how or why cats are called curious? Or why bad fate is always supposed to befall them when they're curious?

Its all really funny and stuff because for some reason, I've seen people being more curious about things than the oft- noted cats. And I don't mean curious in the science or mystery way, but more in the probing and sneaking way.

I mean, nowhere in the animal kingdom do we refer to certain animals as "the neighbourhood gossip aunty" or "the peeping tom"? But, we do. How many times have slunk(?) around somewhere, just so a certain person, with boundless curiosity, doesnt spot us? Or hiding stuff just so that someone doesnt "stumble" upon it?

Why can't people just keep their noses in their own bloody backyard? Why do they have to insist on gaining information which simply isn't meant for them? The world would be so much of a better place without them.

And there is the latest fad of sting operations. Whats the point, guys? It's alright as long as they limit themselves to topics and actions of national importance. But do we really need to know about the actual "casting couch"? Or the recent "sexcapade" of the BJP Secy? I really think we'd be much better of not knowing. If nothing else, atleast we won't gross out whenever we switch on the tube or flick through a magazine.

I've been at the recieving end of these "Curious Human-Cats" and hence am naturally no big fan of theirs. Not to say that I'm not curious about things. Still, I know the limits. If someone doesn't want to tell me something, I leave it at that.

Here's to the day when everyone stays within their own domains.

Cheers!

A recent conversation with a friend made me think about people and how well you know them. We all claim to be very close to certain people and to know how their brains tick. But do we actually, truly and honestly know them? Or is it just some phrase we use to express the simple fact that we're familiar with them?

What can be called knowing people? Is it knowing thier likes and dislikes? Knowing their future plans? Being familiar with their habits, weird or otherwise? Does the fact that you can answer these questions about a person mean that you know him?

Or is knowing more of a bonding on a sub-conscious level? I'm not referring to something paranormal or magical. I'm referring to thinking the same and making similar decisions when needed. And that is tough.

Take me for instance. There are people I've know for like ages. But do I know what makes them tick? What they think about certain situations? What they mean when they say something? No, I don't. I won't even pretend to. That's where my clueless look comes from. People think I fake that one. Meh... Now you know. :)

Forget about knowing someone else. How many of us can claim to know ourselves? I'm sure I'll see a lot of raised hands on that question, but truly, honestly? I for one will keep my hand down, because I never can say what I'll do next. I don't even know my own biases, decision making processes, or even my favorites. How can I even jokingly claim to know myself? Do take a moment to think about this.

At the end, one question does come to my wildly unconnected mind. Is it actually required to know someone to like/love someone? To me it seems to be nothing short of an act of perversion (I claim writer's licence here). I mean, would you want to be known so well that people go around second-guessing your actions? Or worse still, snooping into your feelings? No thank you!

The rant has now left the building. You may resume your normal lives.

Cheers!

I'm trying not to begin my first post of the year with a cliched line, but owing to a deficiency in vocabulary and phrase building skills, I'll just take the easy way out and use it.

Another year passes by, and it's time to look forward to a new and rather more interesting year that lies ahead. It's funny how people look upon a new year as an empty page which they can fill, regardless of what was written on the page just turned. But then, that does make sense to me as I've never been one to dwell on the past any more than is absolutely required.

People make resolutions for the New Year. Very few live upto even a fraction of their respective resolutions. For me, resolutions hold a different meaning. They represent things which I would want to do, given an adequate and emminently more acceptable explanation. Because I've never done anything my whole life (atleast that I can remember/recollect) that I didn't first justify to myself. Doing things for the heck of it just doesn't cut it with me. It's like being retardedly(?) aimless in your life. Though that is something that I've been accused of quite a few times.

My resolutions/wishes for this year would be:

1. Give up certain habits (totally and for good) of mine that don't quite endear me to certain people.

2. Be more responsible.

3. Try to grow up. Finally.

I really can't say which of these, if any, I'll actually end up fulfilling, given the recent dearth of explanations for my actions. So if you think that you have a reason for me to do any of the above, please tell me.

I can barely type, given my state of near exhaustion, but still have since certain people asked me to write today. No more for today though.

Cheers!