Adulthood

I know I haven't written for a while. Quite some time actually. I can say I was so busy at work that I could hardly breathe, but then, I'd be lying. Inspiration was scarce. 15 hour working days don't really bring out the hidden writer in you, nor do the many legal documents you've drafted. Excuses.Excuses. 

It is the time of the year for my end of the year, I am getting a year older post, but then again, i found no reason to go ahead and write that. Until, today morning. 

I was at work, and then an article in internet catches my eye. It says that Brett Lee is going to act in a Hindi movie. That was the point when I realised that well my childhood has officially ended. No, it was not when the end credits of Deathly Hallows rolled, or when I graduated or on the first day of my first job. It was today. Six months into my second job, a week before my 24th birthday, I realised the world I lived in as a child has turned topsy turvy.

Brett Lee, a person who I worshipped for his sheer grit and determination for a long time has suddenly decided to act in some Hindi movie! To say that I was dissapointed was an understatement, but maybe I am over reacting.

 To me the article represented a colossal change in the way I see things in this world. This heart break was different from the time when it was announced that he was marrying Liz Kemp, or maybe my brain cannot process the images of him running around trees and singing. My naive school girl view of Binga running into bowl at 150 kmph has suddenly been replaced with one where he is romancing an Indian girl in a movie. Well, that's when I realised all is not what is seems in this big wide world, and, that was my official welcome into adulthood. Maybe its accepting that its okay if my favorite cricketer decides to try and become Shahrukh Khan, maybe its thinking its okay he still has Mewsic which is a fabulous organization, maybe its realising that people should do what makes them happy, but somewhere along the way I realised I sort of maybe became an adult. 

Now the most important question is, will I watch the movie? Damn right I will! Just because I think I am an adult does not mean that I am ready to let go of one of the most important parts of my childhood. All the best, Binga!  You go rock Bollywood and I'll try to figure out this 'being an adult thing'. 

Aditi's KKHH rant

I remember back in 2000, when I was a little girl, and dreamed of knights on white chargers (wasn't I a lame kid?. tsk!), I adored Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Kajol wasn't my favourite, but she was dark and fat, much like myself, and I thought, "Hey! she got the guy of herdreams. There is hope for me!" (like I said. LAME.) So, anyway, I watched it every time they showed it on TV, and it is a proof of how dumb (or damaged?) I used to be, that I did not notice how twisted the movie was, until I was well into in my teens.

First of all, it was sort of obvious that Shahrukh Khan's character would get both girls, because:

a) it was shahrukh khan's character...um..duh.

b) there were two heroines in the movie,

c) the movie was directed by his BFF.

Also --- and I am saying this at considerable risk of inviting the wrath of SRK's unjustifiably huge fandom--- Rahul was kind of a douche. 

Friends don't let friends fall off the grid. EVER. And I say this out of personal experience. In fact, best friends threaten you with dire consequences at the merest hint of dropping off the radar. And then there was our hero, who let his "best friend" do exactly that, and couldn't be less bothered for EIGHT years! Until of course, his pretty wife dies. 

And even then, it takes Anjali a complete overhaul of her personality to attract her "best friend's" attention. The tomboy and ace basketball player, has to start wearing make up and saris AND start losing to the hero in the very game she kicked his ass at, to earn his "love". Feminism FTW, am I right!

And speaking of Anjali, what is the matter with that girl! I get the whole 'falling in love with your best friend' situation. I do, really. But hello! There is a perfectly sweet and dashing guy, head over heels in love her! Who, by the way does not snub her, does not expect her to change for him, and as we see at the end of the movie, was truly the one who loves her unconditionally without any agenda. All this, despite the cold response he normally gets from her. And lets not ignore the fact that she realises that she is in love with Rahul way before her wedding. The honourable thing to do here would be to call off the wedding and save Aman the horror of being dumped on his wedding day. But NO. Sigh.  

Honestly, the only time I feel heartbroken in the entire movie is when Aman is left at the altar.

I am going to take a moment here to grieve. Sorry. But I must. You may judge me if you wish.   

All in all, this movie is not about how true love triumphs against all odds. This movie is essentially about a superficial moron, who gets to have his cake and eat it too, thereby, disrupting the balance of the universe. Well...that's ok, I guess. The universe strikes back in Kal ho na ho. (<Evil laughter denoting satisfaction>) 

PS: Thanks Sneha for letting me rant. I feel better now. Also, I mean no disrespect to Shahrukh Khan fans. I belonged to your ilk too, once upon a time. I get it. 

Malaria and the so called death of tiki-taka(?)

 I should have written this post almost a week ago, but malaria decided to grace my life with its lovely presence. So the last week and a half was spent ditching work and recovering at home, what better way to recover than feverently follow the 'greatest show on earth'? Sleep in the morning and football in the night is a good way to rid yourself off Malaria. Thank you dear mosquito who decided that its a good time to bite me and give me Malaria; it really is the best time!

Most of my nights have been spent watching small teams give big teams a run for their money, yes, Costa Rica, I am talking about you there, kicking England out without even playing against them. Last nights Portugal - USA match was pretty enthralling, so was Germany and Ghana. 

But but the question lingering on everyone's mind right now is, is this World Cup the death of Tiki-taka? my heart was broken into a few million pieces on the fateful night when the Dutch literally anhilated the defending Champs, the Spaniards! The game raised a few questions, well I had a few questions for Mr. Del Bosque too, why on earth dint you start with Villa? Well after todays match against the Soccaroos, I hate to say it, but well, I told you so. It was heartnening to see Villa score in what could possibly be his last World Cup match. I only wish Villa played a lot more in this World Cup. Today was a glimpse of the old Spain team which tiki takaed its way to the last World Cup trophy. All the best to them for defending their Euro Cup two years from now. I am with you, Spain. May you tiki taka to glory again. 

Another thing that caught my attention thisntime around was 'Cafe Rio'. Well Sony six (and Pix) what was John Abraham doing with Crouch and Silverstre and that Gaurav Mehta? Also did I catch 'Nikhil Chinnappa' there? Whats happenning? Stranger things have not happenned in a while, I suppose. Really. As far as the Opening Ceremonies go, this times was a tad dull, and having Pitbull there did nothing to alleviate matters. The only redeeming factor that night being 'NEYMAAAAAAAAAR!'. 

Who would I predict to win this time? I'd say its a toss up between Netherland and Germany. So before ending this post which is essentially a ploy to keep me awake till the Brazil - Cameroon match, I'd like to once again offer my heartfelt thanks to the mosquito who made me sick, you are my hero, truly. Yep, this post is more successful in keeping me awaken than Cafe Rio with Sunil Chettri (good thing) or Dhoom 3 adverts on loop in Sony Six (and Pix). 

Until next time peeps!