Maps Of War


There's this website called Maps Of War that has a whole collection of maps which explain a particular aspect of human history in detail, in just 90 seconds per map. Its very basic knowledge, something that is quite lacking in most of us, like the various governments and eras of history that preceded us. I've embedded two maps here.. check them out, and if interested check the website out too!

Democracies Thro History:

This is remarkable cuz India figures right in front, with the city of Vaishali being one of world's first democratic cities.




The Birth Of Religion:

As usual, it all begins with the birth of Krishna. Damn, we guys were so the men back then!





The website has a lot more of these, so whenever bored, just click it out~!

Cheers... free..(StumbleUpon rocks, btw!)
Posted on 10:27 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 2 Comments »

Stein Um Stein


With the ease with which it shifts across genres, Rammstein never ceases to amaze me. And after the fervor with which I followed Reise Reise, Asche Zu Asche and Amour... Stein Um Stein is yet another awesome song discovered by the me while surfing through the contents of my PC.

God bless Kman.. he gave me all the dope on Rammstein way back in Class 11 when we both had no idea of how awesome the band was.


Posted on 12:39 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 0 Comments »

Jug Of Life


No, this is not a new Ricky Martin song, but its about a rather cool website- VideoJug, that Dipak stumbled upon and recommended to me. I checked it out when I had absolutely nothing to do and it was kinda good.

It has all these things guys wanna know about relationships and dating, and other pretty useless daily stuff about how to handle your common problems quite efficiently. Orey the two-minute videos, maybe not so useful for an ascetic like me with zero girls in his life, but this will really light the day up for the rest of my bunch.

Free... check it out, here.
Posted on 8:14 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 10 Comments »

Scum Of The Earth


What can be more annoying than four days of live coverage of the Mumbai blasts? You guessed it right, the guys in Orkut.

Social networking sucks. It used to suck, but now its got this whole new level of sucking that makes it kinda really unbearable. For the four months that followed my Class 12, I was an Orkut regular, having just signed in with my pals and we used to rate each other, become fans, write testimonials just for the heck of it and kalaaichify Anish's virtual avatar. And then the gaerls entered Orkut, followed by this legion of nerd fellows looking for a lay. Then the process of deterioration started, starting with the big time flirting thing.

Orkut became this haven for all the geeks who would never in their right minds ask a girl out in the real world, and the nerd girls who enjoyed flirting with these guys while maintaining their 'homely' exterior. Orkut also provided a virtual identity, and hiding behind the movie star-display picture, these nerd boys turned into greek gods with the click of a mouse. The 'Testimonials' fiasco followed, and what churned out was unimaginable. In a bid to jollu-vittufy at the girls cleverly in a diplomatic fashion, guys wrote up these mushy testimonials hailing the girls, where layers and layers of flirting were buried under 'she-is-my-best-friend' crap. Add some smileys for perfection, some 'sis' 'bro' lines, a whole lotta adjectives(nice,smart,handsome,beautiful,funny,sweet,cute,naughty,hot,cool etc),some recommendations('she's the best friend one can ever get, ur missing out on a lot if u don't add her!') and you have a potential recipe for a disaster.

But that was not it. The next generation took Testimonials to a whole new level, they wrote small crappy one liners that made no sense even to the recipient, let alone the voyeur. And the much more recent photo-comments, with the fellows scrambling to comment on a photo the girl recently uploaded. Its almost like they wait with bated breath 24*7, fingers oiled and held ready near the keyboard so that as soon as Orkut alerts them of a recent upload they fire on all cylinders, tearing their keyboard apart, typing stuff like 'Aww... cho chweeet..!' 'You look really cute, duh!', and other crap. Girls predominantly make it a habit to load their albums with pictures of so-called-cute sleeping babies and puppies, rather than their own photos. But being the matter-starved species that guys are, they comment on these crap pictures too. Its like nobody has the guts to go to a girl's photo and say 'Ye chi photo nalla illa'. I tried it once and got my ass shot to timbuktu.

Facebook is no different. I always end up checking my Wall really(read:really)late, so late that I end up replying "Exam? What exam? Its not until tomorrow!" for a question some guy posted six months back during the end of my previous semester('Macha how did exams go??'). The applications entertain for a while, but then it gets boring. Personal note... Orkut applications suck.

But still, there are buggers like Anees who swear by Orkut even if there are a million other sites, boasting about having reached 20,000 scraps, hitting on girls he once knew way back in Mysore when they were both kids wearing diapers, doing ultimate vetti things like commenting on Harry Potter forums and uploading Daniel Radcliffe photos and photos of their so-called Workstations(ancient PC's running on Pentium Celeron), and later terming it all as 'Machan, gethu da'.

Scum of the Earth, man.

Even I'm no different, and so are the rest of you buggers with an Orkut ID. :p

Ezzhh... Warsst... Free..
Posted on 7:01 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 19 Comments »

! Radiohead !


This is one song I never tire of listening... it never gets boring, is crafted out of a single haunting tune, and puts me to sleep every night, wiping away my dire predictions of how tomorrow will be more worse.

 
No Surprises

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent.

Free... peace. :)
Posted on 11:49 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 4 Comments »

Hype, Undeserved.


Daniel Radcliffe cannot act to save his dog's life, let alone his own.

I fail to comprehend how the casting buggers could go so wrong in choosing the best actor for the lead role in one of the world's greatest franchises. The Harry Potter books were a huge rage, all credits to Rowling, because as Gary Oldman put it, "She succeeded in pulling away the kids from all the Playstations and Gameboys and X-boxes and she made them do something their parents could scarcely believe: read a book."

I still remember the time I spent reading first 5 installments, it was one hell of a ride, and I was immature enough to lap it all up. I remember cheering in the middle of a classroom free-period when I was reading through the paragraph where Harry gets his Firebolt (kinda like Ferrari in broom terms), and trust me its not something that I'm proud of. But by the time the 6th and 7th installments were out, I was pretty tired of all the Quidditch and 'He-who-must-not-be-named routine' and I was totally into American Pie. :D

Anyways, going by the way the Lord Of The Rings was filmed, you would expect a decent line-up and a good director at the helm to do justice to the book's values. But NO, all you get is Chris Columbus and some lame-ass kid who looks like Harry Potter, but has the acting skills of a troll on dope. Daniel Radcliffe is so not Hollywood material..! Seriously, he makes Ashton Kutcher look like Al Pacino. And anybody who's atleast seen the trailer of 'Dude, Where's My Car!' will know what I mean.

Radcliffe is just one of these guys the chicks dig, just because he's the kind of loser guy every girl wants for a boyfriend, because they can always take the upper-hand in relationship issues. Girls love trying to dominate men, and thats not gonna happen in most cases. Thats why you don't see girls going gaa-gaa over Tyler Durden and Steve Stifler (!). And thats why you see more and more of these dude-guys-who-can't act-to-save their lives category.

There's Daniel Radcliffe (HP), Orlando Bloom (the Hollywood Abbas), Abbas (ya, that dude in all those side roles), Zac Efron (High School Musical...Ezzhh), Tom Cruise (seriously, the guy can't act) and Ashton Kutcher (he married Demi Moore!).

I see more and more of these guys cuz my sister pollutes the sanctity of my household by watching Disney Channel 24*7, and thats where all these fellows originate from. With shows like Hannah Montana and High School Musical, any self-respecting Government should ban such channels in their country. Or atleast create employment opportunities because jobless souls like me are lured by sheer boredom to watch the ongoing crap out there.

Makes me wonder if Hollywood is the same film industry that bred actors like Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Sean Penn, Benicio Del Toro, Kevin Spacey, Brad Pitt, Denzel Washington, Samuel Jackson, Morgan Freeman, Edward Norton, Russell Crowe and the rest. I guess a lot of unnamed potru gethu actors are still pending from my list, but you know there are, so free... for now the pluses seem to outweigh the minuses anyway.

This post has nothing to do with the fact that Daniel Radcliffe is English. Also nothing to do with the fact that except for Gary Oldman, some random scientists and Sid Vicious, I hate their whole race altogether. Bleddy Worst Mokka Fellows.

And I haven't done any Anish-bashing for this post yet. Well the fact that we spent two whole years creating Ultimate Harry Potter quizzes ought to qualify for that slot. And the fact that he read Order Of The Phoenix seven times just to figure out some minor detail I must have missed so that he could cleverly outsmart the reigning champion(me!) to win the title ought to fill that slot too. He never found out any question I didn't have an answer to. And that doesn't make me look too good either :p.

Ezhh.. Worsst... Free :D
Posted on 7:59 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 11 Comments »

Gaerls And The B-Word


You would think, with all the evolution of species thats gone by, girls(or gaerls, as Jaggenius puts it) would have invented some new words to verbally assault each other. But NO, its still the same old standby for their lot... the dreaded B-word. From the time I started noticing some jinguchaan dress-wearing long haired people around me called Girls(back in Class VII, I guess), I've seen the prevelance of the ONLY swear word girls seem to know.


And they treat it like its the equivalent of Avada-Kedavra, giving it an over build-up and using it as a last resort..!!


I remember one time, back in my Class X, there were these two girls in love with the same guy(not ME!)(the previous bracket was for self-popularisingse), and they used to be at loggerheads all the time. I'm not gonna reveal their identities, even though nobody reads my blog(yedhuku vambu)... but I'll say this: we used to call the 1st one Scent Factory, cuz she used like, 10 perfumes All at Once. The 2nd girl was, more or less, the school's so-called gethu figaar. So once the 2nd girl tripped the 1st one on purpose while we were all heading to the assembly. The Scent Factory slipped, ottified some 'mann' in her non-existent 'meesai' and turned into a parody of Red Ross. She stared at the girl that tripped her and said "Bitch!"


There was a moment of horrified silence among the girls, when everybody went "#$%$!!" and covered their mouths in terror.


The last time I had seen guys get stunned like that was when I and Vman caught Anees watching 'Kolangal' with his mom. :))


Ever since I've heard a lot of girl-isms like:


"She's such a Bitch!"


"Oh my God, he must think I'm a Bitch!"


and all that crap.


Guys have no problem though, they are born with an in-built dictionary of swear words. They swear about everything and anything, I was swept off my feet when I heard a pal of mine wish another on his birthday saying: "O**a! Happy Bday da..!"


Guys swear when their bike doesn't start, when India loses the match, when their dinner goes cold, when the Pizza is late, when the traffic signal turns red, when they have to do work, when they end up doing it late, when the work ultimately goes awry, so that means, pretty much everytime. The beauty is, they assault each other verbally, calling each other the names of the body parts they are both aware that they don't possess. Such is the irony of life. Any girl(gaerl) who comes upon two guys shouting at each other will notice atleast 10 of her body parts being mentioned randomly.


There are exceptions, though. There are these Dude-guys who predominantly hang out with gaerls, and also use the B-word. They also use other girl-isms like 'Ya', 'Da'(that sounds like duh),'Yaar', 'Ma', 'Na' etc.


Makes me wish Goundamani would appear on the spot, punch him on the mouth and say "Dei Naaye, Naaye, Naaye! Yaarraa Nee!"


And there are instances guys are nicknamed with the B-word too. This has nothing to do with Anees or Vman. :p


And there is this one time, a gaerl in my class grew so mad at a guy, she yelled "Poda B**du!"


Totally different story. :)
Posted on 9:07 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 17 Comments »

! Monsoon Wedding !


The past few days have been smashing, and not just because of the festive season. I can list a whole lot of reasons why I have been livelier than usual. And believe me, by lively, I mean Lively, because I've spent almost my entire 20 pointless years looking sombre and brooding like a parody of Drona. And a lame one, at that. So, we were discussing reasons, right?? Here they are:


a) The Monsoon. My personal favorite, the very sight of gloomy grey skies brings out the poet in me[:)] and the thundering dowpours add to the beauty of that divine time that mortals call a 'rainy evening'.


b) My Practicals. They are over. And forgetting the fact that I screwed Micro up beyond any hope, methinks I did a pretty good job of not losing my nerve through the nightmarish Micro session, for I realised over the extent of two hours how Chandler must have felt when George Michaels bitch-slapped him when he rushed the stage at a Wham! concert.


c) Its the festive season! Diwali dude is here, finally! The lights, the sweets, the pudhu-garish-ramarajan-dresses my folks force me to wear everytime, they are all back, and me is one year closer to getting married and laid(!)(yecha polappu)


d) Mouli n Co. wedding reception. It was a fun night, a gang of eight guys, we headed to Mouli's sister's wedding reception and man, was it a riot. Hours of thinkingse on what to gift the couple, (which we spent watching Gary Unmarried and a B-Grade flick called Animal Instincts plus a premiere of the Ravikrishna movie 'KD' at my place), and after an extra hour of me trying to choose a decent outfit to wear amidst the pile of my wannabe-ramarajan clothes, we finally headed to the Hall with no gift in hand!



Add to that, all the fun we had diving into dinner, grinning into the camera through mouthfuls of puri-masala looking like the displaced tribals of Orissa. Ajay 'Mokka' Maddy was the star of the evening though, thanks to the fact that he vaguely resembled the Groom. All in all, orey the photos, orey the videos, orey the shaking hands, and orey the kalaaichifyings. And I tried Beeda for the first time in my life. Too sweet, me didn't like it much. Free.


Its a relief to loosen up a bit before the impending debacle of the semesters, I must say.


P.S: I hate the weird Indian habit of videotaping the people tucking into food in the dining hall. But as long as its osi soru, who cares... :)
Posted on 10:48 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 7 Comments »

Death Magnetic!


The gods of Thrash are back, and how! All the riffs, all the quirks and that unearthly sound of pounding drums left at the mercy of Lars Ulrich's hands and feet..!!


All hail the return of Metallica, one band that refuses to age and proves its critics wrong everytime. The guys who were gloating after the release of the dismal St.Anger can sulk in peace now, the naysayers can shut their traps, and the followers of the Metallica glory can revel in the sound of their icons at their best.


Downloaded the whole album Death Magnetic via Limewire, and my first impression was 'Whoa-oa!'


Believe me, I was kinda worried after the St.Anger debacle that Metallica were losing their grip slowly over a genre they perfected through the years. Death Magnetic lays all questions to rest. Its thrash metal at its pure unadulterated best. Metallica leaves back its attempts at modern music, and gives us a revisit to its old Master Of Puppets days.


All Nightmare Long, the so-called sequel to Enter Sandman, Judas Kiss, The End Of The Line, The Unforgiven III, My Apocalypse and a whole lot of other tracks promise a permanent place in my playlists for the future. If ur not a Metallica fan, the tracks may take some time to grow on you. Each track goes for, like, 6 minutes on an average, and the hooks and guitar solos will sink in only through regular listening. For Metalheads, however, this is gonna be a wild ride..!


Over gethu, potru, chancee...


Do check it out, free... Peace.
Posted on 7:55 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 10 Comments »

The Day I Tried To Live



Alternative rock at its best... suited for a rainy evening listen.... Chris Cornell rocks in all his entirety.. !
Posted on 10:21 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 2 Comments »

!!....Infleson...!!


There are some things in life you never forget. Moments you savor, that remain fresh in memory even years later, and bring on those nostalgic train of thoughts. In case you're wondering why I'm getting so 'peeter' and 'feelingse' its because I can't think of how to start this new damn post. Writer's block, they call it. Mine is the size of a darned mountain. Okay, back to the topic.

I still remember the first time I entered the world of Bakya... pretty late, just after my Class 12, considering the fact that most of my pals spent their entire lives there. It was this kind of magical place where you could eat, and eat, and eat, and there was still no way on Earth that you would go bankrupt.

Anish and I took a stroll down Arya Gowda Road once after watching a movie at his place, and I was so ravenously hungry that he suggested that we grab a bite at some place he called "Baghya". I was like, "What?", having spent all my money on Hot Chips the previous four years.

"Its a good place, dude. Very cheap, they give you loads to eat... ", he said.

Now, if you want advice on where to eat and what to eat, ring up good old Anees, as we call him. At a Hundred and Four kilos, he's spent all his life gulping down junk food from around the city. There's never a better connoisseur of food, and he's got all the good places indexed. The guy used to walk around high school, bragging about the way he dug into six different delicacies and four drinks on a single evening at West Mambalam. You might call him an extreme dhanda-soru or vekkam-keta-janmam, but nothing penetrates that bulky exterior. Okay, back to the topic.

So I entered Baghya, (or Bakya, as the name goes), and one bite of the luscious Aloo Chat was enough to convince me that this was heaven on Earth. Being a lecherous bastard, I had always imagined heaven to be a bright sunny world filled with partially dressed beautiful women who sat on my lap and popped strawberries and grapes into my mouth at regular intervals. Now I could see heaven as a dimly lit place filled with the sound of hissing oil, clanging metal, and delicious aroma of softly simmering Panneer Butter Masala. Bakya was all this and more.

It had the reputation of being phenomenally overcrowded, but we guys always caught a spot to sit and enjoy our food. It was the domain of the 'Gangs', the vetti school pasanga, the tharudhala college group, the high school self proclaimed rowdy groups, the englipis-speaking cooling glass-wearing NRI buggers, and the occasional Mama or Maami.

It was the first place to address the problem of giving 'treats'. If a guy caught you off-guard on your birthday or on some occasion and demanded: "Machan...! Treat!"

You could give him that yo-yo confident smile and say, "Sure da. Saindharam Bakya vaa.."

Aah, those were the days.

Anyways the other day I caught Anish wandering mindlessly in 7th avenue, bumping into passing vehicles, walking right into puddles of mud without even bothering to see where he was headed. For a moment there, I thought he was drunk. And then, the cogs started working in my brain. Anish? Drunk? Sheesh. No way. So I crossed the road quickly and caught up with him, saying "Dude, what happened??"

I hadn't seen the guy this serious since they shut down my school canteen due to lack of funds. He looked at me vaguely for a moment. For a second he didn't recognize me, then he starting muttering incomprehensibly: " Bakya... Paneer Fried Rice.. 38..."

The world crashed around me. All of a sudden, the world went silent, and nothing mattered anymore. My marks, the bike, the incomplete assignments, they all seemed so trivial. Turned out, Inflation was the culprit. Bleddy Manmohan Singh, the bun-vaayan in the turban, was the black mark. When the news channels were screaming about the rise in inflation and price rise, I was like, "So what, man?". Now I knew exactly what it was.

May the UPA government rest in peace. Amen.

Damn, all this typing has made me hungry again. Gotta hit Bak- no wait, I cant. *Sigh* Free...
Posted on 5:30 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 11 Comments »

`Deep Shit`


They say life is just a cycle.

The wheel of life keeps rotating, and when it goes up, its bound to come down. Which makes me seriously doubt it, cuz my life seems to be pretty much stuck at the bottom half of the deadly cycle shit. Life was not by any means gr8 during the hols, spent some vetti times with pals... that was the highlight, everything else was pretty much okay.

And then my hols ended and college started... same old shit, new flavor, more like.

Fate, or rather, the karma of my Semesters struck around the wee hours of the 4th of June. And Jesus, was it a bolt from the blue.

Then started the steady decline of events. It was beautiful, in a violently brutal sort of way. Things falling apart, breaking down, happen with such precise detail, that for a moment you are totally mesmerized by them.

Lost the bike that had been promised for me, long ago, by my family. In something that I didn't foresee, I lost my watch due to sheer negligence, turns out getting a new one isn't exactly a piece of cake. Add to that, a lost Ericsson headset, that my dad swore he'll never buy again.

I had been promised a monthly allowance of 1k.. and that scheme went down the drain next. So I was stranded at the beginning of the new month, without two bucks to rub together. And more so, when one of the most special days in my life arrived, and left me feeling rather helpless and torn, the burden of an unkept promise weighing on my back.

But its gotta turn, this tide. I hope it does.

Maybe materialistic pleasure isn't everything, as some say. But for some reason, I can't see the story behind that. Its not a wonderful thing, being pissed off at the world all the time. Not that I'm whining about an unfair world, I think I truly deserve what I'm going through. But then, its been too long since something I always wanted happened the way I wanted it to.

This facade, this mask that I wear, is cracking. The smile spray-painted on its outer half is fading into oblivion, there lies nothing but a blank cold surface, drained of hope. Tired of Life.

It withers away, its falling now.
Posted on 7:26 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 5 Comments »

Like A Rolling Stone

Just another boring day in the offing, and I happened to come across this.

ARR's interview for the Rolling Stone Magazine... !

Get a load of it here.

Must say, it is a nice change to see namma-ooru fellows on the cover of international magazines. Rahman rocks, in all his entirety. Cheers:)

Peace.
Posted on 12:15 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 2 Comments »

V for Vethuvetta


Okay, as I am entirely vetti at home this summer, I've taken up a habit of adding useless and vetti-scene things to my blog. These things have no significance at all, and are jusht for diversion and distraction, to take your mind away from my awful posts.

There is this clock that shows you Indian Standard Time (applicable to all major indian cities) that shows you exactly the amount of time you are wasting, or have wasted here.

There is also this counter that joblessly counts the number of times my blog is hit by unassuming fellow creatures.

There is a brand new Shoutbox, whose very creators don't have the slightest idea what its uses are. But it looks quite cool, and in a consumerist spree, I had to have it.

There is also a Blogroll. Now THIS is frequently used, by people, to escape out of my blog to other half-baked ones.

Anyways, I'm creatively challenged enough to write a post about all this.

Okay, for all the people who want to yecha-thuppify at this post, use the Shoutbox, alright? [:D]

Free... Peace.
Posted on 3:02 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 2 Comments »

Of Guitars and Drums...


Its cool, how some people ADORE Rock and some DESPISE Rock with the same intensity, you know?

Rock turns people crazy. It breeds monsters out of nerds, it breeds psychos out of saints. Like it or not, people always have something to say when it comes to Rock. Its something you use as a bridge of conversation, when you are talking to a newly introduced fellow and you run out of interesting topics to discuss without sounding boring. After you finish up well beaten tracks like Sports and Food... you slip in something like:

"You dig Rock, man?"

If the guy goes "Rock?? Shit. You know the 40th Symphony of Mozart?? Now thats music.", chuck him out of your house. Now.

If the guy goes all radiant and "Du-ude... Metallica owns, man.", you have a pal for a lifetime.

Some guys(a.k.a Dipak) never understand what the fuss is about Rock. Ear splitting guitars with drums that thrash at unearthly tempos with a gang of guys roaring into their mikes fail to make any impact on their ears. They give you lame reasons like "Blindly aping the west", "No melody", "Just a fad" and "Un-Indian."

While others(a.k.a Rest Of The World) feel the rush of adrenaline that creeps up your veins when Joey Jordison rolls out his Double-Bass drums into near immortality. These are the guys who whistle when Kirk Hammett gets going, know that Panic! At The Disco is the name of a band and are generally aware of who Kurt Cobain is and what Grunge is.

Rock as a whole is divided into a truckload of genres and sub-genres, that nobody keeps track of it anymore. The latest variants... Emo and Nu-rock almost sound like Pop, with some guitars thrown in. They sound like BackStreet Boys on Amps, and are the favorite target of ridicule from purists, who still swear by good old AC-DC, Metallica and Iron Maiden.

You gotta pick your kind of thing. It's almost the music of the working class, who sweat and toil to earn their bread, and who use it as a tool to rant and rage and point their middle-fingers at their employers living in their suites. It is also the music of the Freak, a rebel in his own universe, who finds solace in its self-demeaning lyrics and decays to nothingness. It is the music of the young, and the old. It presents hitherto unknown lives in a song. It means so much to so many. It is also, primarily, a tool to ease out and party when you are hitting your hols.

Rock is also a reason for you to screw up your face in disgust and say.. "N Sync?? Yuck..."

P.S: Metalheads listen to Pop too.. but they'll never admit it.
Posted on 5:11 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 9 Comments »

Alert In The Yeria

Okay.... this news may be as fresh as cold pie to some of you fellas... and also as hot as... u kno,,free... to some others, but a movie starring Robert De Niro and Al Pacino is releasing this September, I think its a worldwide release.

Free... its called Righteous Kill... check it out.

This is the official trailer of the movie.



God knows, we can all do with a ticket.

Peace.
Posted on 2:17 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 0 Comments »

The Big Movie Projekt


Its funny, how a guy waits all year for summer vacation to arrive and when it finally does, spends it literally thinking of what to do all the time.

Alright, its not funny. Its crazy. And I for one, clearly have no idea of how to spend my time, so I guess I'm jobless enough to write a post about it. Anyways, I got some options.

I could shift my ass up and down town a bit and actually do a pretty useless jig of In Plant Training, as they call it. Its the shorter version of a longer sentence that goes "parking your bum in some Tech company for a week and collecting a pointless certificate at the end of it all to have a shot at a job you know in your wildest dreams you won't ever get."

Or maybe I could actually roam around with pals to good old hangout spots in Chennai, spending time either eating or kalaaichifying some poor bastard just cuz he's too bored to retort. Or I could try my hand at Football... (pretty late in life, yeah, but hell I'm not playing for a League?!!).

Or I could just ramble on in this damn blog cuz I know GS is reading this... Jeezuz Christ, he must be suicidal.

Or maybe I could try making a movie. Sounds cool when you say it, doesn't it? Makes you sound like Christopher Nolan, with a 2 megapixel camera maybe. But hey, its a start!

Jagan and I came up with this idea mainly, after months of tirelessly watching the best movies in the whole wide world. You see a movie like Requiem For A Dream, you see a movie like Trainspotting, and then you end up seeing a movie like Kuruvi. And then you realize that if Dharani can direct such a lame-ass movie(understatement, its much worse), so can you.

So Jagan came up with this idea, he said "Macha, lets direct a short movie. You know, just for timepass."

I was, like, "You think? Yeah... maybe we can. But we need a better story than Kuruvi and a good camera."

Maybe I sound like a desperate nerd trying to impress readers, but I write stories. Used to, but still can, I guess. So all we needed was a camera..! And a few guys to add up for fun. Turned out our dear friend Ram owned a handycam, something thats still considered high-class in my circle. (Yelai-India)

So then, we decided to give it a shot and direct a pretty serious movie, the story for which is currently under construction. As far as the crew goes, we are open for recruitment...!!!! Its an offer you can't refuse, we give you a job AND a spoof name of a famous Filmmaker. Sounds gr8?? Then join the team...!

He he... maybe we will premiere it at Mouli's house. Only, don't tell him... he'll lock up his gates then.

CREW:

Direction, Story- Sani Ratnam (Mani Ratnam)(Urs truly)(that means ME)

Screenplay- Quentin Cappuccino (Tarantino)(Jagan)

Assistant Director- David Puncture (Fincher)(Dipak)

Cinematography- James Cameraman (Cameron)(Ram)

Music, Soundtrack- Shyam Anderson (Sam Anderson)

Singers- Harish Ration-illaya (Reshammiya)

Producer- Mouli Srinivasan, though we haven't told him the good news yet.

Cheers then... until my next post. Adios.
Posted on 11:03 PM by CkisgoD and filed under | 7 Comments »

Insignificance..!!


"People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden."

"3 minutes. This is it. Ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?"

*Muffled sound*

With a gun barrel between your teeth you speak only in vowels.

"I'm sorry?"

"I can't think of anything."

And so started one of the biggest cinematic journeys of my life, as far as it goes. For the ones among you who think Nihilism is a joke, here's my boot.

I've always been a great fan of David Fincher's movies, but this one takes the honours of being his best. Yup, Fight Club. Alien3 was this largely unknown also-ran movie which put Fincher on the map, while Seven sent the audiences reeling with its unrelenting display of levels of Psychosis our dear old Kevin Spacey can achieve. Fincher added Morgan Freeman and a slowly rising Brad Pitt to the cast, and lo! An entertainer that shocked audiences was born.

Then came The Game, with yet another intriguing story, this time starring the quintessentially impudent Michael Douglas. The Game was a typical Fincher-esque movie... with Sean Penn and Deborah Kara Unger adding to the mix. And then came the masterpiece.

With a story right out of a novel that was a shock hit among the literary circles, as pundits were busy criticizing or applauding the guts of Chuck Palauhnik, the author, Fincher set to work. Fight CLub starred Brad Pitt as the new age Guru Tyler Durden, Edward Norton as the nameless narrator of the story, and Helena Bonham Carter in one of the roles only she can pull off with conviction.

Pitt plays the role of Tyler, the icon for millions around this world struggling to keep up with the toll that modern life takes on them. A world where success is measured by the amount of money you make, where there are no roads for further development, where men are emasculated versions of their once dominant peers. Tyler is a nihilist who believes that nature's cause is being tampered with... as people try and grow more and more perfect, they are letting their imperfections trivial. This leads to a stunt in evolutionary growth, as we are no longer what nature wants us to be. Tyler's theory is to preach people to be imperfect, cuz as he says cockily....

"Self improvement is masturbation. Self destruction is the answer."

Edward Norton plays the narrator, one of the millions of office employees working jobs they hate so that they can earn money to buy things they don't even need. His tryst with insomnia drives him into Tyler's hands, and the way they influence each other's lives forms the crux of the story.

Only David Fincher can do justice to a story as dark as Fight Club, and he has. Brad Pitt rocks in his role... his looks, his swagger and attitude bring Tyler to life. Norton, while under-rated, steals the show. His portrayal of the suffering common man surpasses every other role he has done so far. Overall... a modern day classic... Kudos to David!!!

May Tyler rest in peace.

Amen.
Posted on 1:14 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 2 Comments »

Breakthrough

In my pursuit to write something worth reading, never have I faced such a huge void as the one I've been experiencing for the last one year. 2007 wasn't such a kind year to me, I guess. Well, I definitely hope to break the jinx into 08 as I post this piece of crap!

A lot of stuff has been going on ever since I put the hold on my blogging rap.. Country's been going to the dogs as usual.. I've discovered new fields of interests... primarily in Photography and Music.. seems like writing ain't the only thing right now.

A bunch of new philosophies in hand... i come once again to feed the lesser mortals with the fodder their brain needs to keep 'em happily insane.

Cuz hey, you wont believe the predictability of stupidity...!!!!!!!!!!
Posted on 1:08 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 1 Comments »