... and currently is available here.
See, see the confused sky
Marvel at its big pink depths.
Tell me, translator do you
Wonder why the pig ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel groggy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your shmrafbuk facial growth
That looks like
What's more, it knows
Your bleyak potting shed
Smells of peas.
Everything under the big confused sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm roses.
From the Vogon Poetry Generator via unmadindu
The decision taken recently related to blogs,bloggers and libel as reported by the ToI did cause a lot of concern over Tweeter.
Personally, I haven't formed a strong opinion on it. I've read about the stuff from either side (here's a summary from one side) and, yet I don't feel comfortable about the decision.
Libel is, and will always be a serious issue. But, waving the flag of legal censure as a win for earning blog credibility isn't a good thing to do. On the other hand, I see/hear words and phonemes on national media, from experienced and with credibility folks, descriptions of events and persons that would put a rag to shame.
The article in ToI isn't too specific. Would be interested to know if the blogger was pulled up for failing to moderate salacious comments or, was it a case of not understanding the way of the Internet.
When walking down to the car today, there was something in the wind and the sun that reminded me of the lazy summer strolls around the locality. Something there was definitely ...
There are times when you wonder why the plain and simple truth is so confusing to others. Or, when instead of trying to simplify our life, we make it more and even more complicated. Can't we just be good to others, do our own thing and live this single life that we have as ourselves ?
Over the weekend I caught a small segment of The Namesake. Somewhere in this blog I had posted a short note from the first time I saw it.
The segment was where Gogol goes (on the day before his birthday) to meet Maxine's parents at their home and, in the course of a walk on the beach makes a comment about how he envies them since his childhood memories are about strange vacations. Ok, I am paraphrasing it liberally, but that was close to what he said.
Somehow or the other it brought back random thoughts from a lazy college day/afternoon spent inside of a parked bus discussing life and other such grand things with a few friends. It was raining crazily outside and since we had decided not to go to a tutorial, the bus was the next best shelter. Anyway, the bottom-line was that 'getting away from it all' was deemed to be a luxury only indulged when one has it all.
Strange that a movie snippet (from a movie that I have seen) should throw out a flashback. Strange more so because I know of at least one of the folks in that bus on that day, who never did manage to get close to it all.
Yesterday evening runab took me to watch LuckByChance - which is the new movie by Zoya Akhtar. It is a pretty well done movie, worth the time and money you spend at a multiplex. So, it would be good to take it in.
To begin with LBC is as much a movie about "Hindi film industry" (I took that off the character played by Dimple Kapadia) as "Rock On !!!" is about the rock scene in India. So, with that patina wiped out, you can sit through the movie, watch the story unfold, take in the cameo appearances and the characters (some a bit loud, some underplayed) and have a generally good time.
Telling that Konkona SenSharma acted well, Farhan Akhtar acted competently is becoming passe. Somewhat like "sun rises in the east". A given. A particular nit that I have with Farhan's dialogue delivery is the overpowering throatiness which somewhat resembles Javed Akhtar, but I can live with that. Playing a character as ditsy as the one played by Isha S takes some talent and, she does turn in a nice performance. Not over the top, neither making a mockery of it.
A slight annoyance that I had was that the characters seem to be an amalgamation of various real-life personalities. So, Minty could as well been a blend of 4 or 5 real life individuals and although Juhi Chawla has a blast in it, there are moments where it comes across as she was trying a bit too hard to separate the blend.
The increase in production values of recent movies don't leave much to bitch and moan about and LBC has sheen and polish that is expected. There are interesting sequences like the opening title sequence or, the last 10 minutes. Don't miss the last 10 minutes. Even though it is somewhat predictable, the unfolding of the drama is lively and well executed.
Lastly, Shahrukh Khan's appearance takes the cameo cake. If it was Saurabh Shukla in half01, King Khan does it in half02.
more to be found on my Goodreads profile/shelf
The Transition From Feudalism To Capitalism by Paul Sweezy Maurice Dobb Christopher Hill Georges Lefebcre Kohachiro Takahashi Giuliano Procacci John Merrington Eric Hobsbawm (introduction: Rodney Hilton)
Wild Politics; Feminism, Globalization, Bio/diversity by Susan Hawthorne
Globalisation: An Anti Text; A Local View by Pranab Kanti Basu
The Glass Palace by A Ghosh
A Sea of Poppies by A Ghosh
Stay Hungry Stay Foolish by Rashmi Bansal
Black Swan: The Impact Of The Highly Improbable by Nassim Nicholas Taleb
Fooled by Randomness by Nassim Nicholas Taleb
Liar's Poker by Michael Lewis
Creating A World Without Poverty by Muhammad Yunus
The Starfish And The Spider: The Unstoppable Power Of Leaderless Organizations by Ori Brafman, Rod A.
Crowdsourcing by Jeff Howe
Life Class by Pat Barker
The Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker
Outliers: The Story Of Success by Malcolm Gladwell
Silos,politics & Turf Wars by Lencioni P
Imagining India: Ideas For The New Century by Nilekani Nandan
Empires Of The Indus by Alice Albinia
The Indus Saga by Ahsan Aitzaz
Three Horsemen Of The New Apocalypse by Nirad C Chaudhuri
The Wealth Of Nations by Adam Smith, Alan B. Krueger
One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Isaevich Solzhenitsyn, Max Hayward, Ronald Hingley
To Live Or Not To Live by Chaudhuri N C
Autobiography Of An Unknown Indian Part 2 by Nirad C Chaudhuri
The Continent Of Circe by Nirad C Chaudhuri
Interpreter Of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri
Until I Find You by John Irving
An Equal Music by Vikram Seth
Trust by Francis Fukuyama
Around this time each year, the various private schools put out advertisements for enrolments for the coming academic year. And thus begins the race amongst parents and their kids to secure a place in one of the 'chosen' schools.
And, each year I wonder about the policy around 'home schooling' in India. The boards like CBSE and ICSE have their syllabus published and available. Isn't there a way that they can admit as candidates students whose parents have taught them stuff based on the syllabus but haven't enrolled them into schools ? Is this being done already ? Since the syllabus provides the framework, parents would be in a position to select books and self-pace the learning.
That would perhaps also mean that parents could pool in expertise to form study circles. There are a large number of qualified parents out there who can become better teachers for their children. Looking at the fact that both government and private schools are straining for infrastructre, this might work out. Just a thought.
A little while back I had written about mayhem. This is another along the same lines.
runab and me took a Jet Airways flight 9W 102 to Kolkata (CCU). As it happened, we saw (and heard) a bunch of doctors speaking Bengali at around the baggage check-in. Turns out that all of them were attending the IRACON 2008 at Pune. And, I was muttering to myself about the chance of this happening to us. The real fun was looking at how the docs were more like 3 year old kids with lollipops in side of the airport. Arguing with the ticketing assistants, creating ruckus at the reservations desk, being muddled at the security check in procedures. But mostly, the sheer abandon with which they spoke loudly into their cell phones all the while trampling over toes and stuff was hilarious.
The icing on the cake was when the good doctor sitting next to me decided to claim that he did not receive candies and got the cabin crew to get him two bags of the stuff. Priceless.
Conversation of the day (that day) : মা, বম্বে এসে গেছি। কিছু বলার নেই। গিয়ে খাব। Which if somewhat ill translated becomes "Mom, reached Bombay. Nothing more to tell. Shall eat when I return." - when the plan stopped over at BOM on the CCU leg.