December 31, 2007
A cold murder is depicted in the much acclaimed movie Johnny Gadaar, or so people (reliable sources) told me before I got to see it. Now, either I have the whole concept of cold murder wrong or I didn’t get the movie. The chances of being the latter are quite high.
Let me first get the concept of cold murder straight here before I delve into a whole self-opinionated ramble here. Cold murderer as far as my tiny brain cells can comprehend means a person who would kill someone like he is squashing a mosquito. I mean, with no feelings of regret or with no feelings at all. So, if we follow the aforementioned definition then do we not come to the conclusion that then a cold murder should be a murder committed by the aforementioned cold murderer?
*everybody nods vigorously in agreement*
So, to take this irrefutable point further, shouldn’t the movie’s protagonist (screen name: Vikram) in order to depict a cold murder, had not felt any kind of regret or fear after having committed those heinous crimes?
*everybody nods vigorously in agreement yet again* Yes! I thought so too.
But, didn’t Vikram, at several points of time in the whole course of the movie, express regret and did his face not show that he was terrified when confronted about his crimes by several of his companions?
*everybody nods, (of course vigorously)*
So, if the alleged cold murderer of the movie did feel all the emotions that a cold murderer is not supposed to then how did he commit cold murders in the movie?
Having put forward all my valid points, I would like conclude that there were NO cold murders in the movie Johnny Gadaar. *smiles contentedly*
*everybody applauds vigorously*
December 23, 2007
I have finally found the strength and the will to start with the hefty book Lord Of The Rings. It would be a staggering understatement to say that the book is big. The book is HUGE and the fonts are equally miniscule. Nevertheless, the raving reviews of the movie and many ardent book-lover friends personally endorsing the book encouraged me to peruse it and led me to think that the book is revolutionary.
So, when a friend told me she had the book I borrowed it to fill up my empty life after the college ended. Yes, I am pathetic and I have no life. Anyways, like with all the books I have been waiting for eons to read but never got a chance to (because I couldn’t borrow it from anyone and I am too cheap to spend my precious money), I was jumping with joy at the sole prospect of finally reading the famous LOTR. I actually lugged the hefty book around with me on my last exam just so I could start with it on the way back home (it takes me 1 hour and 15 mins to reach home).
This was a week ago. Currently, I am done with most of the first volume of the book that has the word ‘trilogy’ on its cover but the foreword denies that it is one. However, this doesn’t matter much because trilogy or not, this book is tedious and boring to the core. I don’t get what the whole fuss is all about.
Almost the whole of the first volume describes a drudgery of a trek embarked upon by a group of hobbits all over the mountains and forests and what not. When the hobbits are not walking, they singing lame songs. A quarter of book so far seemed to be filled with songs for all the things. It almost feels like reading a Hindi movie.
However, the only saving grace in the book so far has been the whole magical story of the ring.
I am still in the process of reading the book and I will not abandon it no matter how many times it puts me to sleep. Now. I think, for the first time in the history of mankind the movie might be better than the book.
I shall keep updating my views on The Book……..
December 17, 2007
An empty life gnawing at the self-confidence. Devil’s workshop in full swing. Eating away like a parasite. Loneliness hits like a hammer to the head at unexpected moments, springing up unsuspecting tears. An uncontrollable rage that does more harm to the mind and soul than to something external. A constant lump in the throat. Strange thoughts that sit heavy on the head. A craving to howl and bawl. An urge to hit that wall. A desire to hurt.
Feeling useless. Things go the other way. People turn their backs. An inner cry for help and when the help comes, inability to accept it.
An empty life. A wandering mind. The most dangerous thing.
December 3, 2007
It’s hard to see someone you trust push you in the ditch when least expected. You are up there counting on the one person who will be the one to bring the axe down on you. It’s like they have turn into ‘mystique’ from X-men. A new appearence. A new person. All of sudden the friend has turned into a classmate.
It’s hard to believe they did it. It’s even harder to see them as friends anymore. A perfectly blossomed friendship is effectively ruined with no scope of damage control. All that was needed was one unfortunate moment to bring down a carefully built friendship of several months.
Friends who ditch unintentionally are worse than friends who are enemies in disguise.