Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wall Street - Money never sleeps

Pretty forgettable movie.

Not much going for it in terms of story etc, mish mash of silly love story and the wall street debacle.

adding the worst of bollywood to hollywood, they couldv'e added a song or two to it, while they were about it, would've made the silliness complete.


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Getting things done - David Allen

Read on g's reco, and was a rather decent read.

One of the productivity improvement kind of books, how to get your life organised etc etc.

I find it hard to follow all of these principles 100% of the times, but did pick up a few handy tips.
- the 4 D's approach, do it, defer it, delegate it, dump it!
- the immediate next physical action identification
- the need to systems to organise a lot of the data into
etc etc

And keeping a 0 inbox policy really helps- I've managed to keep it at that for the past few months, and there's definitely a tangible relief!

Monday, September 27, 2010


Good watch, the sort where you leave your brains behind, and enjoy the riot.

Personally I don't like Salman Khan , he looks like a pumped up robot, and acts like one. I think he does this in every movie, this one included. But somehow the robotic look fits right into the movie!

Additionally yes this is absolutely the alpha male fantasy movie of the 80s -  ( the kind I usually don't like). Complete with the innuendo ridden dance steps, and even the fight scenes with the fellow hosing his opponents leaving nothing to the imagination.

So how come, I'm still not offended? I guess its partly because it doesn't take itself very seriously, they always put in a tongue in cheek sequence somewhere, which although it stops short of being an outright parody/spoof, is still enough to remind me - hey its just a movie.

And partly, its just a well directed funny movie, keeps the pace moving, doesn't try convoluting the cliche ridden story too much, and doesn't try too hard.

All in all, as they say - paisa vasool.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


It wasn't hard back then.. I wasn't at the receiving end. It was a long time ago when mam had posed the question. I hadn't bothered to answer then. 

We were in English class, madly completing our Chemistry homework. And we were in English class, and there was pending work for English as well. Our English mam was one of the nicest teachers we ever had. Perhaps the nicest. If there was anyone in class who didn't like her, I didn't know.

Yet there we all were, madly completing our Chemistry assignments.

So the question was why. As our gentle, sweet and much loved English mam asked why, someone piped up - Chemistry sir will beat us, you won't.

I remember feeling wierd as someone stated the obvious. I also remember mam asking, 'thats rather sad you know. What does that say about us as human beings..''

The question trailed away unanswered, if fear is a bigger motivator than love.. then why love at all?

All these years I'd forgotten that question. Until today. I'd sat crying for something, wondering why I couldn't get it.. wasn't I loved enough? And then , poof, all of a suddenly, I did get it, and it stuck suddenly stuck me that it was probably done out of fear, rather than love.

So here I am, wondering all over again , if fear is the bigger motivator.. if cracking the whip is more likely to get things done than love ever is.. why do we bother at all. Why indeed?

All I know is that then I wasn't at the receiving end, and somehow it hurts a great deal more to be at the receiving end.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Poirot investigates - Agatha Christie

Classical agatha christie , although i prefer the longer stories to the short ones.

This was a collection of short stories featuring the much loved vain Poirot. Its reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes, perhaps since its written in the first person account of a friend of Poirots, just like Watson. 

decent time pass.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Girl who played with Fire, The girl who stirred the hornets nest - Steig Larsson

Absolutely un-put-downable trilogy! Was up till the wee hours of the morning, in the middle of the week, determined to survive the office on black coffee, but unwilling to let go of the books!

Of course to start with I've always liked this genre - thrillers. Lots of action, intrigue, consipiracies and what not. And I guess the fact that I haven't read anything of the sort in a long time, probably added to the charm of these two. But the fact remains, that they were still a really pacy read, specially part 2. Couldn't catch hold of the first one, so will read that later. Part 3 was also good, although the wrap up could've been better.

They are set around the Girl with the dragon tattoo, namely Lisbeth Salander, who's a pretty compelling character in her own right. She seems a bit unusual, but you find yourself rooting for her all the way, through all the plots and intrigues against her.

Whats also interesting in these books, is the subtext of misogyny which you'd have thought wouldn't be present quite so much in the idyllic, or so we thought, Sweden. The original title of the first one in swedish was "men who hate women". But perhaps on second thoughts, thats not so surprising after all. I guess attitudes of that sort would take more than just a few decades of policy to reverse.

Must get hold of part 1 of the trilogy!

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse

Was ok, a bit too intellectual for my taste, and I'm not quite sure what it was supposed to mean.

A young man in the times of Budhdha, goes out to explore , hmm what ? the meaning of life perhaps. He goes through the circle of life, embracing ascetism, hedonism, sex, knowledge at various stages. And at the end where does that finally leave him? I'm not quite sure.

This is the third nobel prize winning book that I've read and not liked, and I think I'm seeing a pattern here now - they all tend to be shortish books, where not much "happens" in terms of action. There are passages which are supposed to mean something - and they seem to scream quite loudly that they *mean* something, however they go wayyyy over my head.

And after reading them, I get the distinct feeling that I wasted my time.

Note to self - avoid nobel prize winning works in the future.