A virtual notepad of my real mind

Monday, February 28, 2005

What do u want to muse today ?

Been a while since I felt the urge to blog fruitfully.. With the Oscars' night just off, it's time I, blasphemously for few, criticised the AMPAS - Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences - in doling out the "most prestigious" awards to movies deliberately made lavish & extravagantly publicised as magnum opus.. It's hightime the AMPAS looked beyond aesthetical splendour & the unkempt desire to satiate a few million average-joe-movie-goers.. AMPAS was deemed to be the altar of modern cinema, where creativity was valued more than the most-expensive-movie-in-history, & where the adjective "Oscar-winner", or nominee, for that matter, was a metric to embellish the best, while the rest tried keeping up with the incredibles.. Now, in my honest opinion, it's a mere publicity tool, to get the lavishly-made movies to the public.. So, instead of putting their heart & soul & what not into the project, all the crew needs to do, now, is to spend millions, pull in the big names, release under a great banner, perform a-close-to-ordinary artwork & most importantly, release it a few weeks before the Oscars, so that the hype stays alive and keeps the hopes alive, while leaving passionate-movie-goers bone-dead. We, the few creative remnants in the big-is-better-society, never peer into screenings for just the hollow hype. All we, again, the few, if you are still with me, look for is life-size flicks with which one can relate themselves to. Having nothing against terminator-like-flicks, I'm just concerned that the Oscars, at this rate, will fall prey to the hype, thereby losing the hype aound itself. It's only a few more years, in my pedestrian estimate, when action & sci-fi & disenchanting-crap crawl their way unceremoniously into The Ceremony, with the audience applauding the loss of classics, while adulating the arrival of awesomely-catered-yet-awfully-average-plots.

Though am in no position to diagnose yesterday's awardees, for the only reason that I was audience to merely one-and-a-half movie of the entire lot. Ironically, the "half-a-movie" garnered five of the statuettes. I term it "half-a", because of my honest opinion that it wasn't a complete movie at the very least. When I felt that only few Indian directors, with due respect to the scores of Indian greats & thespians, can churn out such incompleteness, Martin Scorsese swoops in, flying right, and well under the thin line separating the best and the rest... The other movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, was, artistically, even better, but wasn't even nominated in more than two categories. But, I can't be arguing reasoning with blokes who found Denzel, of "Training Day", a greater piece than his masterpieces. All I could do is thank that he wasn't given the "most-prestigious-statuette" for his "Manchurian Candidate". Who knows, if only "Manchurian Candidate" were made a few years earlier, in place of "Training Day", the gold would've been in Denzel's drawing room, just because the Oscars in 2001 were flavored Afro-American-friendly. That day, World was saved from the most massive self-mockery. Maybe, I'll have to get my eyes & brain replaced with the cast-nickel-alloyed-equivalents at AMPAS, the ones who cast "CAST AWAY" away.

( DISCLAIMER : All opinions stated are mine. If you tend to disagree or find it scathing, it's merely fictitious and coincidental. Oscar Winners ! Revel, Rejoice & Reaffirm your faith in rich monstrousness & Renegade Reality to the Rear. Nominees ( not Losers ) ! be Relieved to Relive Tom Hanks' heart-wrenching moment.)

A movie-goer.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


The Ski Resort


Kissin' Bridge


thtz me.. and am skiing'

Monday, February 21, 2005

THE Ski Trip

was lucky to be part of the wonderful Ski Trip with my friends... Set in an awesomely romantic spot, romantically titled as "Kissing Bridge", it was the trip of a lifetime... Being my first date with ski blades that were as tall as me, my (poor) feet were struggling to adapt to the rude ski boots on a bright, but a too early, Saturday morning.. Weathering the initial bouts of nervous interactions, my feet synched perfectly with it's crude date, and were on a roll.. It was typical paradox at its height, with kids fearlessly churning out a-perfect-10, while the adults fearlessly crashed & rolled & were slathered with snow... and am losing count of the umpteen times I landed with my ski blades flailing in the air... Was my perfect day in recent past...

The day was not yet over, but I'll keep the rest for future blogs..

(Photos comin' up..)

Friday, February 18, 2005

Friends = Finders = dFiners

Friends... am not talking about the wonderfully-televised decade-long enchantment, but about more earthly beings who make a great effect on whom you grow into as.. But, is it possible to stick around with them, with each one's life pointing to a different direction on the life's compass, though pivoted about a central knot .. I've been nurturing a thought for quite sometime & it's evolving into a Tantalus' cup. The more I get closer to it, the further it gets.. That thought is to replenish contacts with my best friends, in fact easier, because of the sparse count ... but with every phase in my life, they get replaced, though jus' temporarily, by new people & the superlative "best" seems to be losing it's superlativity, because you call someone your best friend, now, and then ten years down the line, in a different place, in a different phase, someone else becomes your best friend. So, seems like "best" really means "best as yet"..

Now, onto the anagram "Finders", I guess, the word "Friends" was clearly coined with the anagram hidden in it & with the expectation that someone would be able to crack this life-size maxim at 3:16AM. Finders... Friends are finders because they find your perpetual positives, negligible negatives and still find you interesting, besides helping you find where your heart points to.. Disney's guiding principle was to Reach the heart, before you get to the brain. Friends reach your heart before really getting into your brain. Hordes of readers would've loved being with someone, even before they get to know the other's firstname, leave alone lastname. People who find the resonant wavelength gel in no time.. Finders... Making a more crude attempt at anagrams, "Friends" are "d-finers".. Definers... "Tell me who your friends are, I'll tell who you are".. Weirdly Similar.. Find Friends & let them define you...

Anagrams transform dangers to gardens & ganders,
Anagramiser...

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

DoubleWhacked !!!

Hitchcock's "Arachnophobiac" might've been a hit / spine-chiller ... But, my "arachnophobic" is definitely churning out hit after hits on the GoogleWhack Stack... For the second day in a row, I came up with a whack - "arachnophobic flibbertigibbet" - which whacked the senses outta Google.. Combos that came close to the whack of fame are - "flummoxing flibbertigibbet", "bellicose bulimic", "centrifugal coelacanths", except that coelacanths wasn't even existent in the Google Dictionary... Must've gone out fishin'.. something's fishy..

Now, to the enlightening section of what we could perceive from this innocuous whack.. On yesterday's lines, it would mean an oaf terrified about the Web.. "Dont be scared of webDesigners, You BlockHead !"

Reasons to get over your one-day fear of Websters ( thtz a cool name ),
Webster, a webDesigner.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Whacked !!

I'm on the GoogleWhacking stack( www.googlewhacking.com ), FINALLY. After weeks of whacking Google real hard, it caved in with the weight of my two-word combo - onomatopoeic arachnophobic. Makes no sense to the layman, but an arachnophobiac could be onomatopoeic, if you know what I mean. Give him the eight-legged innocuous spinner, and he's bound to be onomatopoeic. Was on top of the stack for about 7 minutes, until pushed down by the ever-active whackers. You can see it on http://www.googlewhack.com/tally.pl ( Look for diparun )

Meaning made out by diparun -> a self-expressing sound-word gurgled by the state of being cornered by an eight-legged innocuous webDesigner ( fyi, am a web designer too, two-legged, though :)

I can relate this to the dotcom boom, at least in Chennai (India), during when everyone wanted to get on the WWW, and webDesigning was a profitable endeavour. Startup & Upstart web designers would travel far & wide to fleece such web cravings, and maybe, "onomatopoeic arachnophobic" describes the way these cravers felt.

Given you reasons to be scared of WebDesigners,
A Web Designer.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Thin Air

How many times have I wanted to vanish into thin air & blend into the serene breeze? Apparently, par Aplenty ( I've got to stop this anagramising.. Or, he does not stop but opts to spot the top post in my anagram history )... But, every time that happens I keep telling myself that this is the worst it can get and so, I should look into what more can life hit one with.. Cmon, Life ! Hit me with all your might... There will be a few days when you feel like a deflated balloon, lifeless & dejected... But, dudes, the deflated balloon, though with very little materialistic value, has a lesser risk of exploding & vanishing into thin air ( vanishing, again !!) than one that is jaunty & bouncy.. Cmon, it cant get too philosophical than this.. So, stay level-headed & believe that Acme and Abyss are next door neighbors... That should keep you aware of the fact that failures shouldn't reach your heart, while success never gets to the mind of a complete man.. Stay cool & be a complete man..

but, what provoked me into penning this ? My puerile anagramisation, of pedestrian mumblings, unfortunately destined to evoke unprecedented life-size maxims, worked on the phrase "Thin air" for an inconsequential, yet eventually consequential, frame of time... What could "Thin Air" anagramise to and make this bloke pen a blog early this day ? "Hit? Rain..", which dawns upon me as "Hit hard by the thunderous Life ? Brave it & Keep raining until you reach the sea of your dreams..".. Maybe this will be lost in the tumult or might be etched into your memories, but if there wasn't an inkling of truth in this motivational, albeit innocuous, statement, Abraham Thomas Lincoln, incidentally born around this day a couple of centuries ago, would've faded into the oblivion as yet-another commoner.

Just a wild thought that what if people could vanish into thin air... If that had been an option, the world would've lost zillions of inspirational icons, millions of rags-to-riches stories, thousands of mavericks, hundreds of philosophers, scores of phoenixes & a few utterly-disbelieving pessimists, who see the world of success stories & cringe at being at the bottom rung and without whom the world's success rate would've hit a dull saturation.. So, even if u r a pessimistic pessimist, stay on, take on the ladder one patient step at a time & make the world a better place for the others.. I do not want to be overtly dramatic or excessively inspirational, but I'm happy to see that at least one optimistic soul, (yup, you), is prepared to take on life's vagaries head-on..

from a Lincolnesque Homo Sapien,
Arun

(PS: I warned you... a complex Piscean mind under the microscope...)