Prasoon Joshi vs Javed Akhtar
I listened to the music of London Dreams about 20 days back and mildly liked it. Some tracks like Tapkey Masti and Khanabadosh are good. The one thing that consistently stood out throughout the album was the superlative lyrics. And coming from Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy, i assumed that Javed Akhtar has come out with a winner this time. Yes, his Jodhaa Akbar and Rock On!! were good but i think he went overboard and repetitive sometimes.
And now i discover that London Dreams is penned by Prasoon Joshi, not Javed Akhtar, which kind of explains the awesomeness of lines like “Ho Masti Jamun Si” and “Neend ko Aag de/Khwab ko Raag de”.
Frustration has a shelf life
I think frustration also has a shelf life. How long could i remain frustrated? My prelims start Nov 9 and for the last 10 days that i’ve been home, i’ve read not more than 15 pages of “tissue repair and healing” from robbins from which i’m sure not more than an MCQ is going to be asked. Before diwali, i was frustrated and all – making plans for the next day, setting alarms, time tables et al. But then i was gradually blessed with a serene peace-of-mind and as a result my days got filled with joie de vivre. I couldn’t care less about meeting deadlines, which are just human mind’s mal-inventions to keep themselves on toes- how stupid, considering we didn’t just evolve our feet to then walk like ungulate horses. And i couldn’t care less about how micro, pharmac and FMT would be completed for i believe that knowledge should be wholesome and breaking it into compartments is its commercialisation to help publishers. And i won’t help publishers. So then i had a clarity of mind and my frustration evaporated.
And, thank god, i’m going back to aurangabad tomorrow morning.
SMS
i recently received an SMS which was an urdu quote…it really inspired me. I’ve forgot the lines but the essence remains with me. It said “zeendagi jeene ke liye bas ek kami ki talaash kar” . Obstacles, deficiencies, enmities…it just takes a shift in perspective to view these negativities in positive light. really, what would life be if it were all perfect.
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About The Lost Symbol
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- Unputdownable
- Awesomely researched, enthralling plot, a sinister villian.
- Subtle imagery. You can literally see and feel US Capital, US Capitol, Katherine’s underground lab etc.
- Katherine’s experiments were simple but striking. I’m still thinking about them.
- Still, no match for the zany Angels and Demons. Dan Brown tries too hard, uses every trick – including his trademark twist in the plot. This proves to be the fallacy.
- Tooo many italics – what the hell; who the hell; oh jesus; his jaw dropped; he couldn’t believe.
- The climax tends to be transcendental. Which is bad.
About Blue
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- DO NOT WATCH
- DO NOT WATCH
- DO NOT WATCH
About life
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- At home, holidaying.
- Did not celebrate Diwali due to dadaji’s demise.
- Exams from 9th Nov which’s like a month before when they were supposed to be.
The Worst Book Ever Published
Before i embarked on a yet another legendary journey with Robert langdon, i offered myself for sacrifice to a Rohtak student tragically named Ankur who’s written an awful book called ‘20 and Still Virgin?’.
The book is so bad that it may offend people who read better books. The book is so bad that i refuse outright to tell my readers the plot. The book is so bad that i could not bring myself to complete it, and still want to write this review as a warning to others.
I think it’s safe to say that nothing quite like this has ever gone to print. Presence of literally-translated Hindi idioms, lack of distinction between that’s and thats, and pages blemished with grammatical and spelling errors profess that the author is not even capable to write a newspaper article. Ankur Dahiya must be having a very bad sense of humor because the jokes stink. Dude, writing ‘asshole’ on every page won’t make your book a Five Point Someone.
(Awful) x1000
The Lost Symbol!
I AM READING THE LOST SYMBOL BY DAN BROWN. YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT THAT MEANS TO ME!
I may be headed for doom!
Diary entry for 27/9/09 :
Too much free time and no new fiction to read does this to me : I suddenly get very philosophical and nostalgic(not in a good sense at all), search my personal diary. Then I read all its previous pages(not posts, silly) which are invariably written in trademark HT City language, the one which only Disney Brar-Talwar can manage. And then I write a new page, full of grouses with life and resolutions for the future – only to get up late the next morning and find a new novel or catch the latest movie and lead life the usual way. Nothing changes.
Confessions :
- I have no control over my life.
- I am proud of nothing worth being proud of in life
- My parents have done the best they could do for me. Can that pass for a confession?
- I may be headed for doom.
- I am a stranger to myself. Most of the times I don’t even know what things I like.
- Many times I just pretend to have strong liking or disliking.
- Music is not as important to me as I presume it to be. Or wait, I think it is.
Wake Up Sid lalalaalaaala
The movie is so real that everybody on the better side of thirty will relate to as soon as the guitar gets strumming in the beginning. Music is light and good. Melodrama is avoided. Everybody is perfectly cast – right from Anupam Kher to PSP and Apple Laptop. Ranbir is outstanding while Konkana doesn’t look good at all, though this doesn’t prevent her from acting well. Ranbir’s Tees deserve special mention – they’re too cool. And do notice how Supriya Pathak still has shades of Hansa Bhabhi in her performance!
3.5/5
