Ick

There's a big sponge in my head sucking out all ideas. I have some vague memory of an alien space ship landing outside Champa, little purple men entering my room through the crack in the door and planting the sponge in my head.

Lack of sleep maybe.


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Last thought before going to bed yesterday night: Need to go out tomorrow night.

First thought on waking up this morning: Damn, I have to shower.

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In class discussing a case on Strategy in Intel. blooghrpfprpzhwmrr...

The best kind of Sunday morning

In class with Atul Phadnis - VP, TAM. Had heard a LOT about him. Had one short session with him last year. He is amazing. Knowledgable, respects students, great at conveying ideas and very likable.

The sessions have been exciting. For the first time, theory is making sense; because media theory isn't all that far away from reality.

Media has the best faculty at MICA. Can't believe I even considered BM.

Worm's eye view

I'm in class. I observe.

Bored faces, lost in thought... thinking about nothing.
Hungover faces, not able to let go... of the vestiges of Bacchus from last night.
Michievous faces, making eyes... at half-awake faces across the class.
Bodies streched uncomfortably across wooden chairs.
Fingers busy typing out SMS, playing Text Twist, playing with curls
People yawn, smacking at the taste of coffee that lingers from breakfast.
Some raise hands in a desperate attempt to make even lesser sense of the happenings.
Others doodle aimlessly, pretending to hang on to every word spoken.

The cause of the impatience that binds 61 souls
Rambles on indifferently.
And then asks disdainfully "I hope I'm making sense?"


:-D :-D
I don't write stuff like this... But I know people who do. My feeble attempt at satire of those blogs ;-)

B2B

Stark. Hard hitting.

Shocking. Sanitized gore.

Predictable.

Run off the mill.

From Satya to Company to D... and now Sarkar, RGV first evolved into a classy film-maker and then mutated back into the mundane.

Sacrilegious it might have been, but I wouldn't have minded watching a Hindi remake of The Godfather. Amitabh Bachchan is probably the closest we could get to Marlon Brando.

But The Factory decides to make a cover version, that just doesn't feel right. It becomes over-adapted to the Mumbai underworld, has an overbearing political angle and too many caricature-like villians. Predictable & at times boring. And a jarring background score.

Abhishek Bachchan doesn't speak more than three words at a time. His want for acting skills are disguised by the brooding look. KayKay Menon is the saving grace. Just like in Hazaron Khwaishein Aisi, he manages to convey lust, weakness & wrath.

Should've watched Paheli :-)