May doldrums

I feel like a fat horse in the middle of the Indian Ocean off Mauritius in a 18th Century galleon without the sea winds. Someone just throw me off the deck, please?

I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall again today. Hilarity. Makes me feel good. I tried re-watching Love, Actually before in the afternoon but fell asleep halfway through it. After waking up didn’t feel like continuing. This is not to say I don’t like the movie. As a matter of fact, Love, Actually has been one of the better romantic comedies in recent years, a warm concoction of sea food with red wine in a classy restaurant which leaves your stomach full and satisfied. It’s a most decent date movie, one you can curl up in the sofa with your girlfriend, along with chips and fruit cocktail. Love, Actually is more romantic mush than comedy, unlike Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which is more comedy than romantic drama.

In the end, it appears I needed more laughs than than a post-modern philosophical preaching of  love, actually.  Yeah, I need to smile a bit more. As if I’m not enjoying the divine comedy of the month of May enough.

Australia

So I went to watch Australia this wednesday afternoon at INOX Forum. The thing is, all I remember of the movie was Hugh Jackman near the beginning telling Nicole Kidman ‘this is Australia’. And there was a bloodied dead kangaroo over a car. Or was it a koala? I honestly don’t remember watching a single minute of the 160 minute long movie. Now that I think of it seems all the 160 minutes flew by in mere 16 minutes. It was that intense.

To top of it all, I mightily perturbed the hunky Jackman bliss of a bunch of Buddhist female monks sitting across the aisle. Australia was rough and wild indeed.

Pixar power

I watched Wall.E today. It’s the most amazing animated movie ever. Wall.E is the kind of movie which restores your faith on the power of cinema to enthrall your senses.  

The movie maniac me can go on and on here about Wall.E, EVE and every little thing about the movie but do yourself a favor. Go watch the movie. You won’t be disappointed believe you me.

Almost

all of the old school day buddies are now graduating in the tech sector. My buddy ol’ pal Abhi called me up from Jamshedpur. With much glee and sense of relief in his voice proceeded to inform the the obvious inevitability. That he has been herded into the farm of Tata Consultancy Services, on the very first day of herding/campus interviews.  Oh happy day, happy I am. Sure I condescendingly mock techies and engineering grads, look down on them and take them to be bigger dickheads than they be. Not that our techie friends don’t deserve it all, they do, well, most of ‘em anyway. But I’m loving the fact my friends will no longer have to use their daddy’s debit card to pay for dinner with their women.

Abhi and I go a long way back to 2nd Grade. Been an ordinary day, work work work but all these old school day tiffin break dodgeball playing images are swirling on my frontal lobe. It’s carving a constant wistful smile. A few others will be herded as well in the coming few  weeks. Meanwhile stuttering old Sandy has got himself into TCS way back in February. It should be a meat and booze fest in the next months with all the job treats thrown in. Of course there’s the fact that I don’t booze but in times like these I’m more than eager to share the joys of me friends.

Me being on course to the academia (horrorhorror), i got six long years to go at least before i beg, whine and asswipe people in big chairs to a nice comfortable tenure track position in a respectable (now c’mon that’s the least i can hope) research-intensive university. Okay okay, a Tier I LAC would do as well. That I’ve got to get meself a Pee.eich.Dee before is a different story altogether.  Damn I would be nearing 30 and my buddies will go around in mid-sized sedans taking their kids to kindergarten. Jeez.

The next two weeks however will be really exciting. I can’t wait to see Wall-E and The Dark Knight in the cinemas. Then of course there’s the holy grail for all the X Philes. The X Files: I Want To Believe, the sequel to the 1998 movie and ode to the greatest asskicking TV series of all time. Agent Scully, I want to be with you all the time. I don’t even want to leave your vaginal area. You rock! And Agent Mulder is a cool dude I’ll give him that.

God, I’m a purebred geek. Heck yeah!