Terrific piece on being abandoned. Worth a read.
Originally posted on Aware of Awareness:
I spoke with my father today, for perhaps four and a half minutes. After a bit of courteous small talk that revolved around the weather and summer plans, he rushed to get off the phone. I’m not sure why. I didn’t ask. Perhaps he had company, an appointment or something pressing on his mind. He might have been in physical pain. As a survivor of a traumatic accident, my father has multiple health challenges. Walking is profoundly difficult. Even sitting isn’t easy for him.
I’m not sure what reason he had for getting off the phone so quickly, but I can’t say I was surprised. Our last call – about six months ago – was similarly brief. I felt so many things in those four and a half minutes. Concern about his health. Happiness at hearing the warm, deep tones of his southern drawl. Guilt over waiting so long to call…
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I went to see The Amazing Spiderman 2 at PVR last evening. Here’s what I thought about the movie.
Story: Pretty well told from Peter Parker’s perspective. His past demons haunt him and his discovery about his parents’ past is narrated in an unexpected manner. The emergence of the villains is pretty disappointing. It’s a tad too simplified. However, the intense adulation turning into pure rage is captured well.
Screenplay and Cinematography: Completely written for a 3D viewing experience. I watched the movie in 2D because I personally don’t fancy 3D that much. But lovers of 3D will surely gasp a couple of times. The shots that stand out are the slow-mo ones and the musical grid one. Just brilliant!
Acting: I think this is the biggest plus of the movie. Both Spiderman (Andrew Garfield) and Electro (Jamie Foxx) put in spirited performances. Be it Peter Parker’s tough yet vulnerable avatar or Max Dillon’s obsession for his idol, both are a joy to watch. Though I must admit, Jamie’ role is author backed and hence he brings more life to his character. The juxtaposition between being a complete nobody with a need for social acceptance and being a rage monster is well captured.
Direction: To be fair, this is not much of a director’s movie. But some scenes like Spiderman’s first interaction with Electro, Max’s own delusions, the clock tower scene are well captured from a direction viewpoint.
Editing: This is the biggest goof up in the film. Disproportionate editing. There’s too much happening in too short a while, specially in the second half. Either they should’ve extended the movie by 20 min. or hastened up the first part of the film (which for the record is better than the latter half, even though it lacks the most critical fight scenes).
Overall: I’d say do give this movie a watch. Expect to see some good 3D effects, cinematography and some solid acting from Jamie Foxx.
Most of you know my affinity towards non-vegetarian gastronomic delights. For those who don’t, well, I’m kind of a Tyrannosaurus Rex crossed with a Nile Crocodile. Yes, non-vegetarian food is not a choice in my life. It’s a necessity; a need which I crave to satisfy in every morsel. I absolutely adore fish, chicken, turkey, beef, lamb, pork, etc. And I totally worship that blessing to mankind called an‘egg’. I called any vegetarian foodstuff ‘ghaas-poos’ (Hindi for ‘Grass’) and was of the firm opinion that it was just too boring.
Close to 4 years ago, while I still had enough time to work-out and run, I quit all forms of red meat on a health whim. It didn’t come easy but I was determined. The temptation to yield, when someone would order lamb chops or a juicy steak, was strong. Yet somehow I always managed to control my almost undying lust for that fine piece of red meat. To ensure that I got all my vitamins and minerals in abundance, I resorted to eating only vegetarian fare in my lunch box at my workplace. And kept the non-vegetarian extravaganza for dinner.
Today, I was discussing the contents of my lunch box (Ivy Gourd or ‘Tondli’ as we call it in Marathi, my native language) with a senior colleague. He said, “The vegetarian fare in your lunch box has a lot of energy.” I looked at him with a befuddled expression. “Compare it with any lunch box ordered from a commercial venture. You’ll realise that yours is made with love.” And he walked away. That got me thinking about my lunch box contents, more than ever.
Like Jerry Maguire, I too had an epiphany. I realised that while conditioning myself for 4 years, to forcibly eat veggies, pulses, lentils I had in fact started to like them! Okra, Ivy Gourd, Bell Peppers, Taro, Fenugreek, Spinach, Cauliflower, Potatoes, Black Eyed Beans, Green Grams, Moth Beans, Peas and a whole lot of others. And it was not because they were awesome by birth. It was the brilliant recipes, sheer hard work and love put in by the women in my life – my grandmothers, my mother, my maid and my wife.
I’m deeply obliged and grateful to them for making me realise that ‘ghaas-poos’ can actually be wonderful, if prepared with the right mix of ingredients, effort and love. Finally, I have opened my eyes to the fact that the grass can be lush and green on both sides (pun intended).
The value of silence explained in a most unique manner. Lovely lovely read. Highly recommended!
Originally posted on Corned Beef Hashtag:
It starts at 6 a.m. with the alarms that wake us up.
Then the television goes on for the news, because so much has probably changed in the four or five hours that, maybe, I’ve been asleep. The coffee maker gurgles and burps in the background. The toaster pops and the skillet sizzles. The child groans and complains in an effort to resist getting out of bed, once she is up, fed, and dressed, I exchange a brief goodbye with my wife I open the door with a creak. I walk to the car, my daughter in front of me, shuffling her feet across the pavement.
The car rumbles to a start, the heater roars as it blows the still cold air through the vents. My daughter asks me to listen to the radio so I tap my phone to life and turn on the app to bring up her…
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