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.

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.

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.

"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.

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...!!!!!!!!!!

Hoo-haa...India!! Aaayaa India!! Well, the Indian team are booking their return tickets at last..... saving us the avoidable disgust of seeing them get pounded by the rest of the world teams one by one. Acting true neighbours to the friendly foes Pakistan, their bags are packed and ready, faces long, expressions sombre, sad looks ready for deployment if the ever-hungry media tackles them at the Airport. Experts are trying to figure out what went wrong..... trying to work out the reason for the team's meek surrender....a team which had the best batting line-up in the world.

Lemme take my foto on what went wrong at the carribean... as it goes EVERTHING went wrong at the same time. Not for a second right since their first match did India show nerves of steel.....the steel required to win a high-pressure tournament like the World Cup. In the first game against Bangladesh, they appeared uncertain, like a team of trolls.... who didn't know whether to attack or defend wickets against a small-town team and ultimately lost the mental edge. Sehwag stood rooted to the ground as he swung his bat in great arcs, trying desperately to find form. Ganguly, though painstakingly slow, showed resilience and the fielders and bowlers disappointed.

Then along came Bermuda, an amateur team..... totally new to this scenario... and India gt a chance to make amends quickly. Sehwag hit a century, the others continued the good work of demolishing a bowling attack that was nowhere near the attack exerted by an Indian street team. But Sehwag looked tense and worried from the start.... the Indians started dominating the match only well past half the game.

The final hurdle arrived with a bang, and many successive events occured. The extremely fragile bowlers put in a decent effort of holding back a roaring side, eaded by Jayasuriya, intent on increasing their points. Dhoni pulled a couple of starry dives and dropped the plum ones, Tendulkar showed the world again why he is the world's most feared batsman.... and the Indian team gave up when the Lankans squeezed the mickey outta them.

The media is having a ball criticising Chappel for the losses.... but guys, what can a coach do if the players, who find it easier to act in advertisements and endorse products, show no team spirit, no killer instinct, and play some of the dullest cricket the world has seen? After all, he doesn't croon "Boost is the secret of my energy!!"

Dravid is an extremely good player who has a lot to offer the country in the years to come, but when it comes to captaincy, he is a sore stitch. The control Ganguly had over the players..... the body-language, the aggressive nature..... the sharp remarks he gave to people who deserved them..... they were what made him India's most successful captain. All these aren't Rahul's cup of tea.

Tendulkar should be given a break from World Cricket... so okay he's a legend and everything but even legends get sacked when they fail to perform. In this world, there are just two kinds of men..... winners and losers. And right now....Sachin is in the latters list. Give him a standing ovation.... tell him to take a break....bring in some new blood.... thats what can save us now. And we gotta renew Chappel's contract..... cuz to drive these lethargic fools around....kick their ass....cut their egoistic noses... we need a ruthless aussie like Chappel. Noone else can fill the gap.... no desi cricketer....cuz when it comes to kickass stuff.... you gotta learn it from the Aussies. And more.... Dada for captain....!! Pathan, Harbhajan and Dhoni should be given the boot.... Dinesh Kaarthick needs some attention, the poor guy. Dhoni can flaunt whatever he wants... opening a hair saloon may be a better option for him than cricket.

The Cup's gone.... another four years to plan, pursue and achieve.... lets hope we reach our destination next time!!

Phew......the past one week's been one of the most eventful ones in my ruddy life. What with the World Cup off to a blistering start...... the Nandigram ruckus....some other daily crap...most importantly....my finally filled records and observations and the rockin Iron Maiden concert...!!!

Took a coupla days off college to face all the load I had to complete..... then tried to wangle tickets for the concert.... failed magnificiently in the effort..... cried silently when I shaved off my french beard....hip-hip-hoorayed when Ireland burst a rod up Pakistan's ass.... booed when Sehwag brilliantly executed his duck-a-day routine..... forced my face into grim silence when I heard of Woolmer's death.... poor guy... the pressure took its toll on him after all.... he had to face the rap.... and Inzy too... he'll be remembered as one of the most honest players of all time.... well, things like these happen.... lets see how the Pakis bounce back. All these crap bring me back to the media.

There's this crappy channel on TV called Times Now.... bunch of shitheads..... unfiltered.... who created a goddamn sensation out of India loss to Bangladesh. Well folks, Bangladesh were way better on the field than India that day and the best team won. But what-the-fuck are these ANGRY FANS (read:bullshitters) thinking...... taking it unto themselves to teach players a lesson or two by breaking up buildings??? Here ye folks....you made these stars.... they are what they are because of YOU....they will be slow sluggish and lethargic as long as you provide them that larger-than-life image and make them gods. So this channel ran an exclusive for one damn day on this unimportant topic..... then when Woolmer died the next day.....they ran a cover story on how the Media were unnecessarily creating tensions amidst the public on trivial issues....leading to fates like Woolmer's.

The Chairman of Times Now better not be in Chennai....or I'm gonna fuckin screw him. So, coming back(or front ...it doesnt matter) to the status of the Indian team....well they pulled a fast one on Bermuda....but d00ds its BERMUDA they were playing....on no count can they be proclaimed to be on form....so lets wait and see....!!

P.s: About Ramadoss's campaign to change the medium of instruction in Proffesional Colleges to Tamil....is he really worth talking about in a honorable thing like a blog??? Sorry....sottai.....

So till the next one....ppl!!