Make amends so your guilt, you’d appease,

So, this, she doesn’t have to endure,

If not, I am pretty sure,

In time, with tears running down your eyes,

You’d regret your choice,

That there’s nothing, now, you could do,

Given that everyone around you would have already bid adieu!

Easy as a kiss we’ll find an answer

Put all your fears back in the shades…

Don’t become a ghost without no color

You’re the best paint life ever made…

Slept thro’ the days and wept thro’ the nights,

Sought wisdom from a few undefeated knights,

Leaped thro’ many dreams, did you hear the screams?

Wasn’t aware I’d get caught in one

Turned out to be the worst nightmare!

If you’d ask now, I couldn’t care,

But it was insane; allow me to explain.

So consumed by cherubic innocence and beauty,

Lost my profundity,

With the world suddenly becoming two dimensional,

Failed to realize that suffering was optional,

Her feelings were never real but virtual,

Spite of the grotesque gorgeousness,

Blinded with the thought of grasping divine,

I decided to trade a valuable station,

Immaturity for sublime!

Only to bring me down,

I caved and dug my own grave.

Sanctity of my life got trivialized,

Think of it, I realized,

I lived with no color but gray of all shades,

Only to haunt me till my memory fades.

In the cobbled streets of my mind braided with topiaries,

I tried to savor those paltry moments,

Compassion with superfluous narcissism,

With the slightest of compunction,

but a subtle conciliatory tone of guilt,

Fear, tears and self-loathing on an infinite loop

Where the message never got through,

The melodrama seemed so magical

aha, how illogical?

A confused xeric soul in distress,

I can only wish and bless.

I wasn’t sure before,

But now I know; I will never obtain closure.

I snapped out of the dream, within a dream?

A blaze of light with a conjuring voice embraced me,

“I came to save you, your disheartened soul”, she said as I smelt her gleaming aura,

“Will you stay to heal me?” I asked,

What do you think? She replied.

All this balderdash for what? Remembering the Auld Lang Syne? Or an outcome of your unstable and errant thought-process?  You think you were in control of everything, that you handle the balance of the syncretism of your emotional and rational/logical decision making skills efficiently. And therefore, you expect a state of eclat, a feel of ebullience as always. You think you can handle yourself with the aplomb of the capable man you thought you were. But, you never knew when melancholy struck you, let you get lost in the midst of stygian caves. And then all you do is totter and totter and totter. Even the slightest susurrus tempts you, your eyes reflect pain, affection and helplessness all at the same instant. You are the anomaly in the equation and its not going to work, it will never, its not logical.

Do you accept the choice?? Would you let it go?? As of me, I don’t want to answer it. I am afraid I may not like the answer. Not now. So much for my tomfoolery, I winced owing to restlessness… And then, out of no where, there was absolute silence, a feeling as light as a feather, that I hoped and longed for…

there were no thoughts, no confusion…. and there she was!! What do I do?
I should have known my moiety by now.

OMG, I LMFAO

Rocky XI

Fuck’n sidesplitting hilarious!!

ROCKY IS BACK: Video from YouTube

I can not help but wonder at my ignorance over these years. I have always bitched over the fact that my parents have been over-protective. They have and are guiding me through every stage of my life, with their dreams of seeing me as a member of the erudite community. Now, this is karma’s second messenger “expectation” . But, when I look back now, I understand they had to be over-protective because they knew, I wasn’t ready to play gambling with choices. I was only gloating with pride because everything was happening my way. It took me a while, a period of 20+ years to gain some perspective. But enough about me.

My concerns are truly about the next generation. I don’t know whether to call this ignorance or frustration. You might remember the incident that happened December of last year in India, where an 8th standard kid shot his classmate because he was the hector (bully) of his class!! He made a faltering decision that potentially alters his life for ever. He foundered utterly in controlling his emotions, his rage overpowered him! These incidents are starting to happen more than ever in India. It seriously troubles me, I can’t even imagine the plight if this trend were to continue. The attitude of one to handle tirades or bully appropriately through proper channels, if not concluded with a descent conversation, would have been the best choice for everyone. Taking drastic measures over a tenuous argument or a couple of school-fights, as in this case, puts every one in state of misery! The kid says “I did nothing wrong, he deserved this!” How more vindictive can it get? I feel as if the endurance limit is dwindling…:(

The important thing to realize is, you shouldn’t be afraid of making choices. You simply can’t be afraid. Instead, you have to choose wisely always. Its an ever lasting battle. For example, if Aishwarya Rai hadn’t reneged on a proffer to act in a Bond movie, I would have stopped watching Bond movies. I feel she would be an ersatz replacement. She just isn’t Bond material, in spite of her poignant looks. Good choice Ash. ha ha.

As I started, the number of things I wanted to write about kept on piling up and I couldn’t organize or keep it related enough. I didn’t want to get all philosophical in conveying my concerns, rather, to keep it as terse as possible. I felt the topic was quite heavy, therefore ending with a silly dry humor. But then, hey, these are my “ramblings” aren’t they!

The CSI characters each are developed in an unique and exquisite manner with each having their own issues, dark periods, test of endurance, flash backs etc… The show uses state of the art technology in addition to intricate attention to details, in particular, it has a keen inclination towards microscopic particles, fibres and glasses. It deals with numerous fields covering almost all aspects of science and arts which begs the question regarding the voluminous and universal knowledge the CSI team possesses. The show also uses a lot of technical expressions (a result from an analysis or experiment) which remains gobbledygook to one with limited or no knowledge in that field. One thing, if I understood from this show is that, a dead body speaks more than the one alive! From the multitude of episodes, you will be caught no matter how intelligently you plan the crime. Why? Because you have no freaking clue of how many things are unique!! There is no perfect crime!

But at times, clues in context to technology related to electronics/computers which is my area of expertise relatively in opposition to say, biology, I find them ridiculous and funny (not always). For example, in CSI – New York, Season 03, Episode 02, a man is found dead in a jewelry store which is robbed by 3 women clad in same outfit and hard to distinguish between. On analyzing the crime scene (where all the glasses are broken and jewels are looted), they come to know that, the broken glasses doesn’t have any stress marks indicating directionality (when you strike a glass, the broken glass shows a pattern denoting the direction of impact). From a witness in the crime scene who claimed that a dog barked just before the glass shattered, they discover that they used a “frequency device”. Now comes the funny part.

I know! People from engineering background, I need not even explain this. You are already ROTFL. The concept is very true, using high frequency vibration, you could break a glass. But, for a student studying in engineering and physics, writing their own code of a sine wave “program” will take less than 10 seconds rather than placing an online order!! OMG! cracking the case with an online order for a sine wave program purchased by engineering students… it must be a real dull college.

There may be some similar technicalities in other fields too. Otherwise, the show is wondrous, one of a kind. Awe striking graphics & animation, good continuity, the reality in posing the dead bodies, the action, car chases, bomb blasts, internal story line, very little provocative content, character development, technology etc… are inexplicable. Also the details they analyze including finger prints, DNA, blood spatter, fibre particles, glass particles, even sand, paints, acids and drug tests, bugs, weapons including guns for their mm calibers and other instruments resulting in death by stabbing. Anything and everything on the Earth is analyzed!! Its therefore impossible to escape… BEWARE!

A grotesque crew with a wedgeass director, a hero portraying almost all qualities of a simian, and a couple of narcissistic, shitheaded bimbos as heroines with the most ludicrous plot ever, coupled with a lugubrious camera work and incorrigible screenplay. I ponder if every single cast in this movie (with some exceptions) is emotionally deprived. Nevertheless, this movie should have a rambunctious laughter akin to or even to a greater extent than a Vijayakanth movie, when seen along with a bunch of friends certainly…

All plaudits to the choreographer (if they had one) for this eye-candy performance. Either that or the hero/heroine were cantankerous in learning the SPOOF steps even!! Horrible, pathetic. I am out on a limb here, running out of adjectives. It doesn’t take an Einstein to figure out that nothing is/can be perfect. However, I thought the opposite also holds true. In the sense, there can’t be a perfectly imperfect movie. I was flummoxed, bamboozled, by this wildly performance from this seemingly purposeless illiterate assholes, to hell with their vivid intentions to leave a dent in us with a parody.

It takes an extraordinary buttmunch to release this movie along with Sivaji (An information I gathered from a couple of my friends. Also the movie was released only in Madurai and Salem I guess). The hero acts craps like a guy with severe short-term memory loss and kowtows whenever the females raise their voice, with a SORRY. Its irritating. A monotonous dialogue delivery, not to mention, his trot dancing steps and jumps, his cherubic magnetic and coveting smile, pot-belly, most notably his CARTOON paintings of TATA-inspired-imitated automobile model as his source of intelligence, prudence and aspiration.

This degraded performance in direction and cast is a severe disappointment to the image built by various luminary actors and directors of tamil film industry. In toto, a jerkwater movie which everyone should watch for no further disappointments (GUARANTEED) . To scoff at the attempted flop mockery with a bunch of friends hanging together is the best choice.

And I am still agitated!

I have always liked Will Smith movies. But, it sure is totally adventitious for this movie to have a 7.3/10 in IMDB. Unbelievable.

People who loved this movie, I am sorry to disappoint you. The way I see it, this movie is a total waste of time. The plot outline from IMDB is,

It is the year 2012. In the ruins of New York city. Robert Neville who is a military scientist who is the lone survivor of a biochemical disease which was supposed to cure cancer 3 years previous. With only blood thirsty zombies as his neighbors and his trusty dog, Samantha, Robert is trying to discover a cure for this disease and to find out any other people who might have also survived.

The movie starts with a lady scientist being interviewed who claims to have found cure for cancer which then turns into a disaster spreading a virus which devolves almost every being into fearsome overzealous zombielikes. They are for some reason reluctant or unendurable to sunlight. Therefore implying they are a threat only after sunset. Will Smith is one of the very few who is immune to the virus, though the only survivor in New York. One fine morning, he goes deer hunting in the city of New York, yes, on the streets. While targeting a deer which is almost cornered, a Lioness pounces on it while the whole of the Lion family (including cubs) are on their way to feast it. He carries a gun, but backs off magnanimously saving his gallantry for Zombies. His German Shepherd dog is with him all this time. An alarm in his watch goes off, a signal to return home owing to sunset. On the way to his house after the futile hunt, he decants some liquid in front of his house, which I can only guess is not water, probably to keep the zombies away from detecting some smell?

He was a Lieutenant colonel military scientist assigned to this particular base – ground zero. Obviously, he goes to his research laboratory in his basement, where he checks and records his current results on his animal experiments with different strains. He finds that, one particular strain has begun to reverse and wither the zombie effects thereby destroying the virus, somehow. He is ready to test on humans. Every night, he closes his special blinders which completely seals the house. This you can see through out the movie, every night when he is about to sleep. Also, we see a glimpse of his past as his nightmares, before the pandemic occurred. He has lost his child and wife over it. And till now, Will Smith converses only to his dog. Fortunately, the dog doesn’t speak back. Further emphasis on his loneliness over the past 3-4 years happens when he goes to a deserted DVD shop where he initiates conversation to the cut-outs and lifeless human models laid for advertising in the shop. Every day afternoon, he sits in a particular place transmitting a message on AM radio seeking out to help people and that they are not alone. 50% of the movie is over, where the monologue is mostly with his schipperke.

I couldn’t bear it anymore. But just then comes the much awaited pivotal scene, he sets trap for a zombie, it is successful. However, another zombie, the alpha male of its kind, seeing it roars rambunctiously expressing his discontent. He could not come out of the dark building because of sunlight. On his next day-trip, “Fred” one of the lifeless shop model character has been replaced somehow from his usual position which is in front of the DVD shop to somewhere else. Will Smith asks him, “How did you end up here?”. He goes near Fred to fall in to a similar trap as constructed by him to capture the zombie earlier. Now, while trying out his strain on the captured zombie earlier, he claims that they are now totally inhuman and that they lack the human instincts because of lesser brain functioning ridiculing them as pseudo-intelligent species. I don’t understand how the zombie reconstructed the trap. Will Smith falls for it. Who the hell is intelligent??? One thing is for sure… I aint!! to continue watching this movie.

He manages to escape from the zombie’s vicious attack, however his dog is attacked, wounded and infected. The dog starts to exhibit the same wild zombielike characteristics. He is forced to kill by strangling it. I don’t know why he couldn’t advocate his researched strain which yielded better results on animals. With extreme anguish and frustration, he decides to kill as many zombies as possible by baiting himself in the dark. Just when he is about to be killed, a flash of light shines upon and he is rescued. His damn radio has been finally put to some use. He is rescued by Anna, another survivor with immunity. However, he is followed on his way home by the zombies. Again they seem intelligent and powerful to me!! Rest is climax where the movie ensues with some typical fight sequences.

I don’t even want to discuss the climax for the philosophical crap the movie portrayed. I am glad if I could help a few to not fall for this pretence enthrallment. I am happy I could write my views without lambasting about this utter piece of shit. Why canines are impervious to airborne virus attack alone? What the hell was he doing in his laboratory? There was no scientific content that engages a meaningful or convincing sequence over his discoveries or experiments. Why sunlight is harmful to the zombies? I only remember a 1001 days of research. Now, even if I accept his quest for finding a cure amidst his otherwise pathetic and lonely life for over 3 years to be admirable, speaking with a dog and a bunch of shop banners almost the entire movie makes it worse.

I can only assume that the intension was to bring out the essence of self-destruction and the aftermath of isolation and paranoia. The only best thing that combats the googolplex of loop holes in the plot was Will Smith’s acting. It was an inexplicable performance, be it delivering his agony over losing his dog with whom he had been speaking over for 3 years (50% of the movie too) or when he is incensed at Anna, when she tells him that she coming here was for a reason. He upbraids her over her meaningless consolations that God has spoken to her and reneges on her offer to join to some other safe place. However, in toto, a depraved and a callow movie, with sci-fi being the weasel word.