Random Thought No. 45639998755547458

Doesn't the sound/ applause of a live audience move you to tears? It's just so beautiful.

PS: The number is as random as the thought.

I love my job

No really I do.

I mean, it's 7:40 in the morning, as i type this post. I haven't slept a wink and it's because of work. What work? Well, I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.

So yeah, basically was up working all night on... well something. Had you there, didn't I?

Now my job involves heavy duty writing. I am a copywriter, apparently. I still come home, do the regular chores and then instead of going to bed I start to post on this blog. Now that means more WRITING.

I am beginning to get the hang of this job of mine, but at the same time starting to lose focus on this post. So before I prove to myself why I get so little, I'll just stop writing.

So if I may borrow a baseline that's fitting, "Bring on the Day!"

Afterthought: Good going Australia, Warne in particular and very bad going India.

No idea why I suddenly thought of putting up that in this post. See I told the voices in my head that no matter how much I cushion it with the word afterthought, it'll still seem out of place.

Ah, maybe there's a lesson in copywriting.

No matter how much you like an idea or line, Neville, if it doesn't go with the campaign don't push it.

And it gets better. I am actually going to publish this.

Best of luck, Neville. No really.

Kabir Khan, take a bow!

Well, he must.

Kabul Express. It's one of the boldest pieces of film making from India. The boldest list would include very few movies like Black Friday, Paanch, Satya, Bombay and the like. Bombay, if you ask why, then simply because of the time during which it was released. Nicely done.

But this post is not about them. This is about Kabul Express. A film about two people in post-war Afghanistan. It's not got stunts, songs or even great sets. But it's got guts. The writing, the moments. It's gripping.

We've finally pulled of a film where subtle humour, under-handed taunts have actually been executed successfully. There is no compromise and even if there is, it's not visible. It's a film made from the heart.

Thank you Mr. Yash and Aditya Chopra for producing this one. A big banner always helps. Maybe we see a break away YRF (Yash Raj Films, for the uninitiated) that will help support bold, independent gutsy scripts.

But once again, take a bow, Mr. Khan.

PS: Please watch the film in a theatre. We need to give this one revenue, so that producers don't nip scripts like these in the bud.

Boys will be boys

Now before I start this post, I need to make one thing clear. I am NOT gay. I have been accused of being gay. But I am NOT.

You will see the relevance of this remark at the end of the post.

Why is it so difficult for men to talk about their feelings? No I am NOT gay.

I mean think about it. Two male best friends will talk about sports, women, sex, movies, old times, but will never utter to each other a word about hoe much the other person means to them.

I guess it's all unsaid. Today I had one of those confessing days. A day where we discussed the intimate details of why we are like this and dropped the macho-ness. Didn't mean we cuddled, held hands or took windy walks. It just meant we talked.

It felt weird, coz I've always been closer to women. This time it was different.

And ya, this guy is a real good friend.

Let's keep it that way, what say? Let's spit shake on it.

Now where's that monster truck race, on what channel.

Read first two lines again. Please.

Musing

No man will ever know love like a woman's first love.

DHOOMED

I know it sounds like a cheap headline from The Times of India. It has to be. See, I was told to leave my brain at the entrance of the theatre. I did that. But I think my brain was so scared it fled.

There even my sense of humour is gone.

See, Dhoom... no actually don't. Ok, let's start over. I saw Dhoom 2. It's bad... I mean it's so bad that it would put most movies like YEH MAJDHAR to shame. (Yes, i have seen a lot of trash.)

Ok, the stunts are superb, ilogical, but superb... the rest of it is awful. I mean, Uday *I'm so lucky* Chopra... man, what is he? He won't be able to act, if Al Pacino taught him to, forget Mr. Gadhvi.

Then there is Bips, who's squint was spined into a BEAUTY Squint by the press. There is no such thing as a beauty squint. It's not pretty. NEVER. NO..... NO.... NO. Ya so Bips, who is undoubtedly lost a whole lot of weight, but is still NOT looking good and yes, has a squint.

Ash. No man. Not looking good. can't act still... and I seriously think needs another set of eyebrows. Watch the movie, you'll know what I mean.

Abhishiek, what's wrong with you man. You don't look cool. Don't you think so? Do you really think Abhishiek can carry off cool? He may be hot and all, but he ain’t cool. I can't see him on a bike, for example, let alone do a stunt on a water-scooter.

Hrithik, Thank You for saving us. You saved the movie. Makes you wonder why he did Krishh.

Ok, now I’m off to look for my brain. Seems to have gone real far. Probably plans to get in once all my thoughts are off D2. See, my humour is still not back.

P.S.: Can you sue a producer for emotional trauma?

Random thought

being able to survive it...
... doesn't mean it was ever ok.