Two things about Slumdog

Saw slumdog again. Two things that stood out. Two things not many spoke about. 

1) Police: How they just stand and watch when communal riots take place. In the movie they shoo away small kids seeking help in the face of danger. As they shoo the kids away, a man burns to death right in fron of their eyes while the police men are safe inside their vans talking and chatting. 

2) The fake-bottled-water: How Salim uses fevi-quick on plastic bottles filled with tap water. Something that happens in places like five star hotels too. An easy and quick way to make money. All you need is bottles that look new :-) and voila anywhere betweeen thirty bucks to five hundred bucks. I remember tasting Evian once and it tasted like toilet water!

S(h)awshank finally

"I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free"

First of all my apologies to fanatics who'll pounce on me for not seeing dis movie for such a long time. Its been lying around my hard disk for ages and finally I found the time. Till the last half hour, I thought, what crap? Prison break was better. Atleast he didn't hang himself. Thats the part where Andy takes the rope and there's lightning.

After that I was like..wtf?! Holy friggin hell. That was super cool. Especially screwing the warden. Apart from that, I really loved Red's quotes through out the movie. Hope is dangerous. Hope can make a man insane.

Little Favors

Please let me win! Atleast third place. I dont wanna go back home empty handed. Not after all the effort I put. I was eagerly awaiting the moment they would announce the results. I caught a glimpse of the fair dude who asked me the wrong questions. Wrong cuz I couldnt answer them. Wrong cuz it proved me wrong. 

In four years of engineering, I've never had the guts to come up with a research paper. Research is for the elite. I thought I wasnt part of that elite. Or so I thought. Till I was suggested this particular topic. It sounded to trivial, it sounded too simple to be a problem of interest. Much less, the topic for research. 

I'd put my sweat in it. Sat, thought, read, discussed. Not much of an effort compared to PhD folks et al but hey effort was a stranger to me and I'm xenophobic! And yet, inspite of all that here I was sitting at a conference. For the elite. And I was sitting among buggers, who'd either stolen ideas or whole papers. Among buggers who had no clue what they were doing there. And among other smart people.

N ultimately God answered prayers. But I wasnt Number 1, I wasnt frst runner up I wasnt 2nd runner up. So how did I win? They announced six results and said we were the best of the lot. Thank God for small favors. 

Pen is mightier than a sword

It started with a kid penning down words he'd like to remember in a diary. He kept it a secret. Promised himself he'd one day make his writings, if not popular, at least immortal. He succeeded in keeping that promise. But he din stop there. He took it further. 

Opened newer chapters. Penned more. Penned different. If the Pen is mightier than a sword, he wielded his like he was on war. A war of words. Battle of babble. Babbl-o-nia. 

Today, he creates a new branch to his tree. Jus so you know his worth:

1) Trashcan

2) Alliteration Dogs

3) Techno mumbling

4) Free crap n shit

5) Eighth Enigma

6) Metravellog

7) The G string

8) Jack the Ripped

9) The BGP

and now we introduce the latest entry into the elite war world: Scribbled Chaos

Micro Blogging

The reason why I haven been blogging off late is Micro-blogging aka twitter. And the long lost thought that someday my twitter homepage will be flooded with twits only from me has been accomplished.

Reduced the zoom level in flock so u can see all twenty of the updates but cant read them :P 

Follow me on twitter here: http://twitter.com/rvinay88

Calling the Shots

She was exceptionally beautiful. No. She was hot. HOT. and the guy in suit has had quite a few but couldn't resist this temptation. What the hell? She was a waitress how much would she charge? She looked at him ogling at her. Good. Now she knows. Its only a matter of time. 

She walked straight toward him in a gait that reminded him of a thoroughbred horse. Her dress was crisp and clean and more importantly stuck to her body perfectly. She wasnt the hourglass types but he couldn't find a flaw in the anatomy. Wait a minute. He was admiring her beauty?? Something must be wrong. Either with him or her. Either which ways, he had to have it. He'd made up his mind. 

She came to take his order. He looked thru the menu card pretending to read. Placed an order. Smiled at her. She smiled back. How much? he inquired. She quoted a price that was too low to be hers. She smiled and turned to leave. In am impulse, he smacked her rear. She turned and stared at him in the eye. He didn't know if it was anger or fear that gripped her eyes. Yes? She said. He smiled. She turned back, he did it again. 

She went and brought another guy in suit. Complications. Challenge. He enjoys the challenge. the Ego clash. Looks like this suit runs this place. But whats that smile on his face? So phoney. 

"Hi. This is Ellen. She works for a meagre salary and has quite a few mouths to feed. Forced to work. Blame the economy, blame the men in her family. But.."

Seemed like this was gonna be easeier than he thought.

"She told me somthing happened and its disturbing"

And then he said it

"I suggest you apologize."

Apologize!? Him? Is this suit crazy? So what? He jus walks and demands an apology? From him? does he know how much his suit costs? Does he know who he is? Aplogize? him? That too, to a goddamned waitress?

 

"I am known to be a little impatient. But let me explain the situation. Perhaps you don't understand. This woman here has gone through a lot of difficulties and she dint choose this job. She was forced into it. Because it was all her brother could offer her after her husband walked out on her. She has to feed her mother in law, take care of her baby and work in a place like this to make ends meet. If not respect her I'd simply appreciate it if people let her mind her own business. So, now, Will u please apologize?"

There's that smile again. What is it? Can't place it but its neither phoney nor a happy smile. Kinda like a practiced one. Maybe he enjoys the challenges too. So the guy returns the smile. 

Then came the blow.

He blacked out for a couple of seconds. Swayed in and out of consciousness. Shook it off. He wasn't bleeding but it sure as hell felt as though he was. His face was flushed red with blood and anger. 

"Apologize."

No more a request. The calm tone was almost deceiving. Who would have thought beneath that suit would lie such brute force? But no apologies yet. Not giving up. Not after that.

And then he produced the gun. Placed it on the table. With that darned smile again. A gun? For a slight smack? Damn it. I shouldn have touched. 

"Last chance."

What? He's gonna pull a trigger? In front of all these people? Yeah right. Nope. Not apologizing. Not after all this.

There was a brilliant flash of light and overpowering noise and the smell of gun powder and a trickling sensation on the forehead before the darkness took over and covered it all with silence and blackness.