I stopped a favorite habit of sipping coffee some two years ago and never picked it up. But one of the things that I caught on my way back from Coimbatore last year was sukku coffee. How about a kaaramana coffee but with no milk/caffeine?
At the closing of another not-so-eventful day, same sunrise, same highway drive, predictable news, email, people and I’m thinking, Is there a point?
Another long weekend ahead but I’m probably going to be busy with a paper to finish and an important movie to watch.
Watched Angadi Theru last week and actually liked it. Candidly made. I’m usually the one who hates tear-jerkers but this one had some genunity to it. Thiru Thiru Thuru Thuru wasn’t all the great as I expected. Except for Mouli who just melts easily into a character. Probably the missed Morgan Freeman of kollywood.
And Paiyaa. Surprise, I liked it. It was cliched but nevertheless wasn’t all that boring. Atleast Karthi with his extra make-up pulled it very well. Plus the songs made it easy to watch.
Watching Avatar on DVD killed the spirit of the film that I enjoyed watching in IMAX. On the big screen, I couldn’t pick up the animation as much as I did on DVD.
Raavanan album was a bummer. Sometimes experimentation can go over-board as you could…hear. Maybe I’m disliking Mani’s films since Sujatha isn’t around to ground it to the Tamil senses. With very low expectations, anything more than that will be a bonus.
Reading: Poetry after a long long time.
Writing: Short Short Story.
Listening: Dylan’s Simple Twist of Fate
Busy week at work and a busy week at home too. Hopefully I will get some time to read a book next week. Spring is almost here and so the news is that the tulips are blooming but I’m bored to drive down 50 miles only to wait 30 minutes to move five inches. Crazy crowd.
Caught up listening to the latest episodes of This American Life. How I wish we had an Ira Glass for All India Radio.
Did someone realize, Idai Vazhi Oru Modhal Sei from Goa has some subtly written sleazy lyrics? The moral police of Chennai seems to have missed the whole point. I actually liked the way Vaali managed to sneak in the sleaze. BTW, as discussed elsewhere, Goa was terribly boring. Didn’t find anything interesting except a single situational comedy.
Pedro Almodóvar’s film noir flick, Bad Education was a disturbing watch but nevertheless very interesting. Just like the Ira Glass comparison, I only wish we get a Gael García Bernal for kollywood. I dont even think anyone comes closer to his acting caliber. Such a pity.
High: My feed reading activity has picked up offlate. Been reading some good ‘critical thinking’ feeds for the last few days. Do we need critical thinking is a different question for a different time. For now its just good food for thought. No, not the 140 character types.
Low: Lots of things to catch-up. Quite a bit of read/writing to do.
Also saw: Horton hears a Who and loved it. ‘A person is a person, no matter how small’ – how true. Now thats a good book to gift a kid with.
Picked up a dozen packs of Milk Bikis from the local Indian store. It was in a new wrapper. I was shocked. While tripping in Chennai, I bought a Milk Bikis pack in a totally new packaging and found the design of biscuit completely changed. Instead of Britannia embossed in the middle and surrounded by flower patterns, it had squares all over the biscuit. That wasn’t the biscuit design thats imprinted in me. After all its probably the only biscuit of choice on any given day followed by Bourbon by the same company. Even though it had the same taste, it felt like a different biscuit.
So I was indeed shocked looking at the new pack today. When opened, to my relief, I found it had the same design. Somehow they haven’t changed the design, atleast yet, for the exports. So that’s good. And that’s how I got my biscuit back.
More Biki love, here and here.
I came across the word in a certain blog as its title. Love that word, musings. Very nostalgic. It reminds me of 2002 when blogs were named as musings or rants or rambles or space or scribbles(like this one) and the bloggers wrote whatever they wanted. The good thing was hardly anyone read those blogs when compared to blog aggregators, feed readers and all the noise of these days.
I wish and hope that I could be as raw, naive and unfettered as those days.