Movies

I have quite a long movie backlog now. Here it is.

• American Beauty
• Being John Malkovich
• 2/3rds of The Blair Witch Project
• Fanaa
• Kkrish
• 1/4 th of an episode of Mind Your Language
• 19 Episodes of Arrested Development, Season 1.
• Date Movie (Voted one of the Worst movies ever. I wanted to see how worse worse can get.)
• Every thing except the first 2 minutes of Golmaal
• Munich
• Open Season
• Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak
• Scrubs Season 1 - 102, 106, 107, 109, 111 to 124
• Mission Impossible 3
• The Credits of Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire
• Superman Returns
• Run Lola Run
• The Constant Gardener
• Forrest Gump

Gah! I need more time.

Changes

Ahhh. I had a three hour exam today. Finished it in one hour straight.

And so, I had a lot of time to introspect on a few finer things that have changed over this past year.

• I have grown taller, by half a quarter of a centimeter. (Yaah! Yay!!)

• I have got a lot worse at bowling, the best of my worst being six gutters in a row.

• My hair is beginning to set. Ouch.

• I’m spending a lot less.

• I’m laughing a lot more, often at myself.

• I’m laughing a lot more, especially at the ridiculous things some of our teachers do.

• I just discovered that I can write the most tear – stirring answers possible. My additional English answer yesterday was a masterpiece.

• I have got a lot more defiant. Taking a cue from THW, I started of an answer today with “It would be foolish not to assume that….”. I can hardly wait for my corrected answer script.

• I’ve studied 2 and half hours max, for the four exams put together so far. I think I have chances of maxing atleast three.

• I’ve begun to leave answers unanswered for kicks. Yesterday, I left 20 marks. Cause I didn’t feel like writing anymore.

• I have begun to understand poetry, in bits and pieces.

• I no longer find exams scary. Not one bit.

• I’ve got a lot more religious. As well as industrious.

• I discovered that “Absent to attend my own marriage” is a good excuse to get more attendance. Many thanks to THW for this too.

• I can write amazingly defiant letters.

• I can use 18 different synonyms for the word masterful and create a 4 page answer, repeating the same line over and over again.

• THW’s paper rockets are highly overrated. They might be the best crashers though.

Edit :: Just read THW's blog. Lots of similarities.

Scary Movie Part II

This is a sequel to the first movie. It starts off where the previous left off.
I hate the ending. It's horrible.
But I'm posting it so that I can be done with it. It's been too long in production.
I need to move on.

Yawwwwn.

Long hiatus, no?

Apparently yeah.

Well, the problem is I have nothing to study. And no studying means I have stopped using my brain for sometime. Which means I can’t blog. College tells me my B.Com exams are in progress. But they don’t count as studying. I think even my brain has rusted.

Nevertheless, I’m getting back to full time studying beginning next week. Which means I shall see a lot more action on this blog.

Anyway, see y........
* dogs pulls the author away from the computer.



Oh. I just realized I didn’t have a dog.

Yeah, so , bye.

Friends.

Dedicated to my friend Satya, a.k.a. Sataract, who's going to leave Bangalore soon. Miss you man.

I remember so, so many things about what I used to do as a kid that it becomes impossible for me to narrate them all. I often just burst out laughing when I think of what I used to do as a kid.

Well, this is one of those which I wouldn’t mind sharing with all. (The others which I would mind sharing include me going out on my first date with this sweet older girl, all of five years. I was four then. And there are so many others which I wouldn’t even mention).

Well, after I joined school, I was pretty much of an introvert. I would hardly ever speak to anyone at school, except my immediate partner who always ended up becoming my best friend for the year. Now this seclusion from the rest of the world made me a very creative bloke then. I did everything I could at home. I would throw down stuff from the fourth floor at people walking down the road. I was obsessed with cutting paper, in pieces so tiny the nanotech scientist folks at MIT would roll their eyes in astonishment.

I would celebrate my “birth time” every single day, and force my parents to call me up to wish me then too. I never insisted on gifts and so they were more than obliging to wish me a “Happy Birth Time” every single day. I made imaginary tents with chairs and bed sheets and go camping in the living room.

But the best part of it all was that I had an imaginary friend. I have often included hidden references to the friend all over my blog in the past. He was like no other. I will not reveal his name because it’s too personal. I totally believed he lived. (I think I still do, which is pretty much freaky).

I would get pissed with my classmates if they would sit next to me because they were taking up my friend’s place. I asked my mom to pack extra for him, and she played along pretty well. I soon realized my friend had a pretty bad appetite and ended up gobbling all the food.

I even used to play for my friend as Luigi in Super Mario Bros. And he was quite unlike me, the little friend of mine. He used to talk, and a lot. It’s was like a strange voice giving a running commentary about everything. And I thoroughly enjoyed it all.

I realized much later on that we were so much like Calvin and Hobbes.