Laugh-daap

I haven't been pissed off at movie trailers in quite a while. The good ones make me feel warm and soft and fuzzy, and the bad ones(eg. Singham) make me laugh. Seriously what's with the 3-stage boob-grabbing technique proudly displayed by Ajay Davegn(Devgun? Devgan?)? Thoo. God, it's bad. But funny too. Take another shit movie like Murder 2. You know what to expect here, with Emraan doing his usual thing and the actress kitted out in lots of leather, pumping and grinding anything, absolutely ANYTHING within her sights. So one doesn't really care.

But the trailers of Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara are on another level. All its trailers I have seen thus far are mind-numbingly and cringe-inducingly unfunny(the music is also quite bad, but Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy have been quite useless in recent times). Right from the 'bwoyz' to the 'mushi-mushi' to the 'lou' to the one in which the three guys are bombarding us with their singing talents(ie. lack thereof). I think my extreme irritation stems from Abhay Deol's involvement in what might be a total WTF film. He should have learnt his lesson from Aisha. The other two don't matter because they will have their blockbusters even if this one doesn't work. And I don't really expect quirkily fantastic performances in smartly made cinema from the other two. Abhay macha, I hope the film is decent, and if it's not, you should just walk away from this kind of film in future.

But yes, despite these trailers being about as exciting as a damp, fungi-infested sock, I will end up in a theatre that's screening the film next week. I don't have anything better to do.

After the bad, let's move on to some awesome.



Neil Young, after all these years, has still got it.

Enjoy.

Always has been, always will be

'I understand the sport like this: When one player is better than you, at this moment the only thing you can do is work, try to find solutions, and try to wait a little bit for your time.

Last five times wasn't my time. I gonna wait and I gonna try a sixth. And if the sixth doesn't happen, to the seventh. It's going to be like this. That's the spirit of the sport.'

El Mago?

A new king's born today.

You Djoker, you deserve the No. 1 ranking macha. You have been bwilllliant all season. Rafa had correctly pointed out, referring to the Federer vs Djokovic match in the post match interview he gave to Cedric Pioline after thrashing Andy Murray(hahahah) in the French Open semis 4 weeks ago: 'It is the best player of the moment playing against the best player of (the) history.'

Anything other than a Djokovic victory would be a surprise. The Rafa second serve, which Murray was returning like an epileptic chimpanzee, will be murdered by Nole. His groundstrokes are laser-sharp and his accuracy is maddeningly unerring. And he's moving on court like Nadal used to 3 years ago. If he gets off the blocks quickly, Rafa will have problems. Biiiiiiiiiiig problems.

I predict a Djoker win in 4, possibly 5 sets.

But I hope the Raging Bull rages once more and conjures up some 2008 magic. At the very least, it should be a dhamaka match.

(Contrary to what I had said earlier, there have been 2 sensational matches post the Rafa-Delpo encounter. This one promises to be the BAAP.)

Whoopty whoop!

PS: I might go and catch Delhi Belly now. IF IT DOESN'T RAIN. Harrrumph.

Majesty Shredding

'And if there's one of these unavoidable laws...
It's that you just can't take the effect
And make it the cause.'

Actually, no, that's not the unavoidable law we're talking about.

'Time waits for no one
No favours has he
Time waits for no one
And he won't wait for me'.

Hah, as if my words would have been worth squat.

BAMFing Tennis

WHATAMATCHWHATAMATCH, WHATAFUCKINGMATCH. Delpo with those howitzeringbazookafiedpiledriving groundstrokes and our good old whiplashingbuccaneergunslinger Rafa. Yes there were a lot of errors but they were playing 'space-shuttle level'(Hova in Nadal's box would have approved) tennis, going for broke, raping those tennis balls and giving each other no quarter. This was THE match as far as the 4th round matches were concerned, and it more than lived up to its billing. Heck, it probably is the best match Wimbledon is going to see in the second week of the tournament. It was the meanest and baddest and dopest and illest match so far in this year's Championships.

Images from that 6-2,6-2,6-2 banging of Rafa at Flushing Meadows 09 were repeatedly forcing itself into my head when Delpo was mothering those balls but Rafa responded decently, especially in the tiebreaks.

And apart from the tennis there was some good drama, with those 2 injury scares, Delpo gentripping on a ballkid, Rafa raging, Spanish soap-opera style at Carlos Ramos for that time violation etc etc.

I hope Nadal's not hampered by that ankle injury. That would be a pity. I mean, Mardy Fish would get to the semis then! If Rafa was in that much pain, he should have forfeited the match. Del Potro might have gone far.

BLOCKBUSTER STUFF. Give me more I say.

Enter the Lota-pourri

Reading intense books, for me, is not a regular occurrence these days. Primarily because I like to start and end a book on the same day, at one go. I have this disability which performs pastoral dances in my mind's eye when I have to pick up a book after having read 30-40 pages the previous night.

But right now, I'm as jobless as a beedi seller on the moon. So I ended Meghnad Desai's 'The Rediscovery of India'. Slightly heavy duty, but enjoyable nonetheless.

'Despite such a long litany of troubles, India somehow managed to conduct a normal political life that was open and democratic. Disputes did get settled, if only temporarily. Lives were lost or ruined, but there were also achievements. The size and complexity of the country give it an aura of a functioning anarchy. Yet, it must be remembered that India has had the the experience of a viable overarching state only for a fraction of its long history. The open society with its press and other media, a tradition now over a hundred years old, a cumbersome and overburdened, yet functioning, legal system built on the ideas of the rule of law, all provide a formal envelope for the resolution of many such conflicts. The rest are dealt with in the time honoured way of Indian society, which Hegel labelled 'Oriental Despotism' and Marx called 'The Asiatic Mode of Production' - a world where political authority is remote and does not touch the lives of ordinary people.'

Nice, no?


PS: Deodorant companies, it DOES NOT HAPPEN. Sod off.

Edifice

'Staring together at all those flaky ceilings
Mourning all the apocalypses that await
Forgetting this, for some sweetly dirty work
Could you have some use for me again?
And there was another of those faraway sighs
Blowing the parlour up in the lamplight

All I needed - and got
was a warm, wet place
Where I put my weary face'

- Don Hejo on why she wasn't known as Jahaanara

Moment of Silence II

OK, for someone who has, for the better part of his stupid life, worshipped a certain Schumacher and has always shaken fists, vociferously argued and annoyingly pontificated about his status as the greatest of the modern era, this was - above all - a silencing experience. What hasn't helped is that ill-advised comeback. When he announced his decision to go with Mercedes GP in 2010, there was one little shrill green baboon in my head screaming 'HE'S HAD IT', but I hit it over the head with a hammer and said to myself that there is no way Schumi is going to be soooo stupid as to come back at 41 unless he knows, FOR SURE, that there is more glory to be had.

Needless to say, the shrill green baboon is singing 'Sleep Now In The Fire'.

I finally watched 'Senna', after I had read several glowing reviews on motorsport websites as well as film sites and blogs. Let me tell you, my 3.75 readers, that I fully concur with the movie's tagline and that I consider myself extremely unlucky that I was never able to see him race, that my Senna experience has comprised only youtube clips and the shady VHS quality GP videos I found on PirateBay, Demonoid, etc.

In 1990, Jackie Stewart interviewed Senna for a TV spot. He was being his usual wet, cunt-y self: “If I were to total up all the previous world champions, you have been in contact with other cars more often in the last 36 or 48 months than all of them were in total.”

Senna was evidently pissed off. He shot back icily, “If you no longer go for a gap that exists, you are no longer a racing driver.”

'No Fear. No Limits. No Equal.'

I abide.

Feepod

♫ 'Won't you be my little baby, for a while?'

Won't you

Otherwise being ground into the tiles