My all time favorite sitcom has been F.R.I.E.N.D.S and I guess it will undoubtedly remain my favourite forever. I started watching it many years ago. Out of desperation, as at that time I used to look for things to do, so that I ould be able to pass my day ( which in fact was very difficult to do). I was absolutely lost at the beginning. I didn't even know then how huge this sitcom was. All these years later, I can watch the same episodes several times over. I know most dialogues by heart and I cannot , for the life of me, stop laughing at the jokes which I must have heard several times over.
It is witty, there is sarcasm, humour, at the same time some very touching moments. I have always tried to pick my favorite character, but then all the actors are so great, I have never been able to do so. However, I like Chandler a little more, as he is just so so so funny. According to Joey, "Funny is all he has got" :). Some of my favourite episodes are when Rachel and Ross break up, when Chandler proposes to Monica, actually there are just many....
I wish it would have gone on forever, and I could watch more than ten seasons over and over again, but , alas every good thing has to come to an end . Sigh!
P.S. If you thought that the serial is funny, wait till you watch the bloopers, they are Hilarious
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
How bad a movie can you make?
These days people generally don't have a lot of expectations from the movies they get to watch. I guess I said it wrong. The moment we start having expectations , think that Indian cinema has finally moved on to quality, standard, meaninful movies, we are brought back with a thud. On one side, you have movies like Chak de India and Taare Zameen Par, thoughtful movies, on the other hand, you have movies like Tashan. I shouldn't even bother to write about this trashy movie, but I was stunned to see the preposterousness of it! It made me think whether there was a script written at all and if it was did the stalwarts bother to read it? I get it, we as a society are opening up to many ideas, and are shedding our narrow thought process, and we are okay now to show it and see it in our movies. But shouldn't there be a reason for you to show the amount of obscenity, vulgarity and nonsense? Over all, an over-hyped movie with nothing to cater to the audience. As I have been telling everyone around me, if you hate someone, just make them watch this movie.
Summer of '08
I love Summers. I hear people complaining about it all the time, at times I also do, but more than any other season, I like summer. I think it is just in my head. With summer, I relate fun, frolic, going out ( of course in the evenings!!), sleeping on the floor, everything cheerful. I relate melancholy with winters and hence, don't really like them.
I like dawns in summer. Right when the sun is about to be up to punish us with its blaze. Being stuffed in a room through out the night, the moment I step in the balcony, I can feel the freshness in the air, the very slight chill, when it touches me, is like water being poured on a fire to extinguish it.
Last summer was different and a lot has happened from then to this summer. Life would change so drasistically for me, I had no idea, but yet again this one year is a reminder for me to always keep in my mind that you don't take life for granted, you just can't. The twists, turns, shocks, surprises I had in this one year will keep me on my toes for a long time to come. :)
I like dawns in summer. Right when the sun is about to be up to punish us with its blaze. Being stuffed in a room through out the night, the moment I step in the balcony, I can feel the freshness in the air, the very slight chill, when it touches me, is like water being poured on a fire to extinguish it.
Last summer was different and a lot has happened from then to this summer. Life would change so drasistically for me, I had no idea, but yet again this one year is a reminder for me to always keep in my mind that you don't take life for granted, you just can't. The twists, turns, shocks, surprises I had in this one year will keep me on my toes for a long time to come. :)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I don't think anyone who is sensible enough would like to hurt people they really care about. But, we are after all human beings, and feel every emotion, and getting hurt is one among them. We either get hurt or hurt people. Ahem, I am writing the same thing, again and again, I guess I am waiting for the words to form in my mind.
Time and again, you meet people, who ,over the course of time, you become quite close to and they mean a lot to you as well. What if, they hurt you unintentionally? Do you take it ? If so, how many times will you? And what happens when you do tell them that what they say at times, really upsets you?
Hmmm, I take it a couple of times, maybe I am being modest, maybe I take it more than a couple of times. Yes, it really upsets me. What happens when I tell the person that he/she is hurting me? Well, I don't feel any good. I feel equally bad, if not more. And it is also accompanied with a feeling of guilt of hurting them instead.Phew! So, I am upset before and after telling the person so. And worse still is the fact that it will keep on going in my head, over and over and over again!
Solution? ( no , I don't need to go to the shrink :) )
I guess, I need to take things in my stride and better still, I need to choose at times between me and the others.
Time and again, you meet people, who ,over the course of time, you become quite close to and they mean a lot to you as well. What if, they hurt you unintentionally? Do you take it ? If so, how many times will you? And what happens when you do tell them that what they say at times, really upsets you?
Hmmm, I take it a couple of times, maybe I am being modest, maybe I take it more than a couple of times. Yes, it really upsets me. What happens when I tell the person that he/she is hurting me? Well, I don't feel any good. I feel equally bad, if not more. And it is also accompanied with a feeling of guilt of hurting them instead.Phew! So, I am upset before and after telling the person so. And worse still is the fact that it will keep on going in my head, over and over and over again!
Solution? ( no , I don't need to go to the shrink :) )
I guess, I need to take things in my stride and better still, I need to choose at times between me and the others.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Pre-school!
I used to hate going to school as a kid.I mean really, really hate. And as I used to stay with my grandmother and Uncles', it was very easy to convince them to let me stay back. :) So, some days would start like this, "Amma, can I please stay back today. I promise I will go tomorrow" . I was around four , quite plump and I knew how to convince her and my Uncles'. I would just look at them with a very sad face and beg them with my eyes, tears almost about to fall. She never thought more than a second from saying yes :) . And days when they used to convince me to get ready for school, I used to get ready with a heavy heart. The small bag propped on my shoulders, my hand quietly put in my Uncle's, I used to start with him for school. There were days I used to start crying the moment we used to step out of house and I used to be brought back home. There were days when crying wouldn't be of any use, and I had to walk to school. My Uncle would carefully avoid looking at me and my silent tears , he would buy me chocolates which I would throw. At the school gate, I would look at him and tell him,"Bhaiyya, my stomach hurts, it really does, I can't sit in the class. The pain is unbearable, can we please go home, please? " Of course it never did hurt , but I just didn't want to go to school and yes he would bring me home. And of course, there were days, we would enter the school, enter the class, he would help me sit in my chair, neatly put the bag beside me and the water bottle, and wave me good bye, with a promise of being outside the class before the home bell.He would go out side the class and stand near the window, pleading me with his eyes to stop crying. I used to make it so difficult for him to leave me there.
All that changed after I went to stay with my parents. No more excuses, no more tantrums.School was school and I had to attend it, come what may :) Last night I suddenly remembered how much I used to hate going to school and how my Uncle and grandmother had to put up with it.
All that changed after I went to stay with my parents. No more excuses, no more tantrums.School was school and I had to attend it, come what may :) Last night I suddenly remembered how much I used to hate going to school and how my Uncle and grandmother had to put up with it.
Places I remember.in Kashmir.
1. My grandmother's place in Kashmir. I was spoiled rotten by her and my Uncle's. I can never forget that house and the love I got there.
2. The garden in our house in Kashmir. Filled with every kind of blossom. I was never allowed to pluck any though and one flower which always used to tempt me was the Tulip. Only one tulip, every season. No begging, pleading would let my father or grandfather allow me to pluck it. And finally that flower was stolen by the neighbor's son. Wanted to kill him , I guess I still want to :)
3. Nehru Park in Kashmir. You could go near the lake and put your hands in the water and all the tiny fish would come and touch your hands and tickle you. After all these years, I still remember the feeling.
The list is not exhaustive. I hardly remember anything about Kashmir. I was too young when we left that place and I have tried to forget some not-so-good- memories of that place and yet when I think about Kashmir, some things, some incidents and some places like the above are ever fresh in my mind!
2. The garden in our house in Kashmir. Filled with every kind of blossom. I was never allowed to pluck any though and one flower which always used to tempt me was the Tulip. Only one tulip, every season. No begging, pleading would let my father or grandfather allow me to pluck it. And finally that flower was stolen by the neighbor's son. Wanted to kill him , I guess I still want to :)
3. Nehru Park in Kashmir. You could go near the lake and put your hands in the water and all the tiny fish would come and touch your hands and tickle you. After all these years, I still remember the feeling.
The list is not exhaustive. I hardly remember anything about Kashmir. I was too young when we left that place and I have tried to forget some not-so-good- memories of that place and yet when I think about Kashmir, some things, some incidents and some places like the above are ever fresh in my mind!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Just One Left.
Now this is truly sad. My fish. There were so many of them and now just one remains :(.
The second last one died last night. It had better chances of surviving as it had grown bigger. Alas! I have left all hopes of the last one survining, it is very small and will not be able to survive the summer. I have another fish, gouramis, a very strong fish, but I don't really like it all that much.( I wasn't sure about getting it home, but I did). Hence for me keeping fish as pet ends here.
I had always wanted fish in my home. The first recollection I have about throwing a tantrum for having a fish to take home goes back to Kashmir. I must have been three or four ( some things you remember quite vividly, not matter how old they are), I had gone to the market with my grandmother. She needed to buy vegetables and I guess fish for dinner. So, I kept pulling at the corner of her sari, and asking her to buy me a fish. She kept telling me that she was buying fish for dinner and I kept telling her that I didn't want to eat it, I wanted to keep it. This went on for more than half an hour, I guess. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, neither could the shopkeeper and my grandmother asked him to give a fish to me. Picture this, a four year old with hands as small as they can be ( if you want to know, how small my hands were then, you can still look at them, they never really grew, they are still very small :) ), tryin to hold a slippery fish. The fish, whose size was bigger than my hands( 0bviously!), kept slippping from my hands and as it was a live one(:) ), it was jumping everywhere. I dropped it in the mud several times, picked it up again and yes this scene went on for some time, till Amma got vexed with me and my silly tactics, snatched the fish from me, got a tumbler from somewhere and put the fish inside and off we went home.
I was very excited, I had a fish! we got the fish in the afternoon and I was allowed to keep it only in the bathroom, so every ten minutes, I would head to the bathroom, to see whether it was live or not. Also, meanwhile, I had my lunch, afternoon nap and a lot of other things.Come night, the fish curry is being cooked and I go to the bathroom to check on my fish and to my utter shock, it's gone! I run everywhere to ask about the fish and everybody gives me the same answer, that it died while I was sleeping ( I actually bought it , I was small with no brain at all, you know).
Sigh! All my other attempts to convince my parents to buy me a fish went futile. They would never hear of it. I did once convince my sister to buy me one , but she said the bowl would break in the auto and we would come back with my father the next day to get it ( I am still waiting for that day!)
Finally, last year I got a pair of gold fish as a gift. My happines knew no bounds.I finally, finally had proper gold fish as pets! However, one died in a week. I was so crestfallen that it was replaced by another gold fish the same day. Now, you have to know about this fish. My room mate and I christened it Oliver ( people who are laughing, can stop reading this post). It was some fish.The most active fish, I ever saw. Even after it's partner died , it was blissfully happy to be lonely. It would know when it was time for it to get food. A very , very beautiful fish. It couldn't survive last year's summer as well. It died the night I was at my friend's place. I really liked it. After keeping away from getting anymore fish home, after a couple of months, I did get many and some of them gave babies. Around thirty to be precise. From that thirty, just one has left. If it survives , it would be nice, but from now on I am never going to keep fish as pet. It is very painful to see them die. A pet is a pet, however small it might be.
The second last one died last night. It had better chances of surviving as it had grown bigger. Alas! I have left all hopes of the last one survining, it is very small and will not be able to survive the summer. I have another fish, gouramis, a very strong fish, but I don't really like it all that much.( I wasn't sure about getting it home, but I did). Hence for me keeping fish as pet ends here.
I had always wanted fish in my home. The first recollection I have about throwing a tantrum for having a fish to take home goes back to Kashmir. I must have been three or four ( some things you remember quite vividly, not matter how old they are), I had gone to the market with my grandmother. She needed to buy vegetables and I guess fish for dinner. So, I kept pulling at the corner of her sari, and asking her to buy me a fish. She kept telling me that she was buying fish for dinner and I kept telling her that I didn't want to eat it, I wanted to keep it. This went on for more than half an hour, I guess. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, neither could the shopkeeper and my grandmother asked him to give a fish to me. Picture this, a four year old with hands as small as they can be ( if you want to know, how small my hands were then, you can still look at them, they never really grew, they are still very small :) ), tryin to hold a slippery fish. The fish, whose size was bigger than my hands( 0bviously!), kept slippping from my hands and as it was a live one(:) ), it was jumping everywhere. I dropped it in the mud several times, picked it up again and yes this scene went on for some time, till Amma got vexed with me and my silly tactics, snatched the fish from me, got a tumbler from somewhere and put the fish inside and off we went home.
I was very excited, I had a fish! we got the fish in the afternoon and I was allowed to keep it only in the bathroom, so every ten minutes, I would head to the bathroom, to see whether it was live or not. Also, meanwhile, I had my lunch, afternoon nap and a lot of other things.Come night, the fish curry is being cooked and I go to the bathroom to check on my fish and to my utter shock, it's gone! I run everywhere to ask about the fish and everybody gives me the same answer, that it died while I was sleeping ( I actually bought it , I was small with no brain at all, you know).
Sigh! All my other attempts to convince my parents to buy me a fish went futile. They would never hear of it. I did once convince my sister to buy me one , but she said the bowl would break in the auto and we would come back with my father the next day to get it ( I am still waiting for that day!)
Finally, last year I got a pair of gold fish as a gift. My happines knew no bounds.I finally, finally had proper gold fish as pets! However, one died in a week. I was so crestfallen that it was replaced by another gold fish the same day. Now, you have to know about this fish. My room mate and I christened it Oliver ( people who are laughing, can stop reading this post). It was some fish.The most active fish, I ever saw. Even after it's partner died , it was blissfully happy to be lonely. It would know when it was time for it to get food. A very , very beautiful fish. It couldn't survive last year's summer as well. It died the night I was at my friend's place. I really liked it. After keeping away from getting anymore fish home, after a couple of months, I did get many and some of them gave babies. Around thirty to be precise. From that thirty, just one has left. If it survives , it would be nice, but from now on I am never going to keep fish as pet. It is very painful to see them die. A pet is a pet, however small it might be.
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