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1. The legend goes that When X won the tournament in 1911 and was returning with the trophy,

a passerby pointed to the UNion Jack atop the fort William and asked - "When will that come

down ? " One of the team member replied that " It will come down when X will win the shield

again."

Incidentally X won their next shield in 1947- the year of Indian Independence!.

Egaro, the immortal eleven

2. X means 'Quick' or 'ending of farness'. It is colored in bold flourescent colors with

abstract paintings. It is based on the color scheme of the paintings of Y who flagged off

the first X on Sept 19, 2009.

3. X is a mechanical toy created for the ruler of the Kingdom of Y in India. The carved and

painted wood casing represents a tiger savaging a near life-size European man. Mechanisms

inside the tiger and man's bodies make one hand of the man move, emit a wailing sound from

his mouth and grunts from the tiger. In addition a flap on the side of the tiger folds down

to reveal the keyboard of a small pipe organ with 18 notes. This was created for Y and makes

use of his personal emblem of the tiger and expresses his hatred of his enemy, the British

of the East India Company. Add Pic also

4. Connect - Srirangapattana, Shivanasamudra and Srirangam.

5. Lyrics of the crazy song:

Bow Wow. Bow Bow Bow

XY

Fa.Fa.Fa.FaFaa.Fa.FaFaa.Fa.X

Zoooom in, Zoooom out

Zoom in, Zoom out

Fade in, Fade out

Pan in, drop in. oohh aah AaAah.

Wide Shot. Pull Shot. oohh aah AaAah.

Tilt up, Tilt Down, Camera now fell down

XY, XY, XY

XY

Bow Wow. Bow Bow Bow

XY

Writerrr, Fighterrr

Writer, Fighter, Producer Director

Singer, Actor. oohhaah AaAah.

Light man, Trolley man. oohh aah AaAah.

Cameramaaan, Everymaaan

X

XY, XY, XY, XY

XY

Flop Show has a distinctive opening sequence. It starts off with a dedication to those whom

the specific episode is poking fun at. This is followed by the title song "Flop Show", which

mocks the show itself as being misdirected. It features most of the main cast collectively

playing musical instruments as a band. Jaspal Bhatti appears as an eye-patch wearing,

menacing looking director. The other cast members are dressed variously as a police

inspector, a doctor, a peon, etc.

All 10 episodes of Flop Show are satires done on socio-cultural problems of the common man.

The show was immensely popular and still gets repeated re-runs on various Doordarshan

channels.

6. ID this painting which is known as India's Mona Lisa.

7. It was the dream project of APJ Abdul Kalam.

China, Japan, Singapore and Thailand have agreed to contibute for this project.

A consortium has been formed for international cooperation in this project and it is headed

by Amartya Sen.

What project?

8. L Subramanian, Amul, Doordarshan

Irom Sharmila

9. Satyajit Ray, Gayathri Devi, Amartya Sen, Indira Gandhi, R.N. Tagore, Visva Bharati.

10. On August 8, 1942, Mahatma Gandhi called for immediate independence and the All India

Congress Committee passed the Quit India resolution at the Bombay session. The government

responded by arresting the major leaders and locking them in an undisclosed place and thus

tried to pre-empt the movement from success. A young woman presided over the remainder of

the session on 9 August and hoisted the Congress flag at the Gowalia Tank maidan. This

marked the commencement of the movement. She is known as the face of the QUit India movement and also as Grand Old Lady of India.

11. Swastika

12. Vishal bharadwaj,nana patekar,Gulzar,The graveyard book,

13. Iqbal, Lata Mangeshkar, Ravi Shankar,Indira Gandhi,Rakesh Sharma

14. Kavi Pradeep

15. X is credited with the invention of the first wireless detection device and the discovery of millimetre length electromagnetic waves and considered a pioneer in the field

of biophysics. IEEE named him one of the fathers of radio science. X was averse/not

interested in patenting his inventions.

Y spoke to him and tried to convince him to patent his inventions, but X refused, so Y made

copies of this invention and carried it with him to USA. Y asked one of his followers to file

the patent for the invention in absence of X. X was the first person from the Indian

subcontinent to receive a US patent, in 1904.

16. His teachers in college were Jagadish Chandra Bose and Prafulla Chandra Roy. He had

worked with Louis de Broglie, Marie Curie, and Einstein. X translated Eintein's Theory of

Relativity to English.While giving a lecture, X discovered a result that he published in a paper. It was not published citing it was just a case of simple mistake. X then wrote to Einstein who agreed with him. Einstein then sent his won paper in support of X and asked them to publish it

together. It is known as X-Einstein statistics and led to a phenomenon called X-Einstein

condensate.

In particle physics, subatomic particles that obey X–Einstein statistics was named after X.

Satyendra Nath Bose and Boson.

17. On the main gateway an islamic inscription written in persian reads "Jesus, Son of Mary

(peace be upon them) said: 'The world is a Bridge, pass over it, but build no houses upon

it. He who hopes for a day, may hope for eternity; but the World endures but an hour. Spend

it in prayer for the rest is unseen.'"

Where?

18. I trust, you remember me as a fellow-traveller on your voyage from Japan to Chicago. I

very much recall at this moment your views on the growth of the ascetic spirit in India... I

recall these ideas in connection with my scheme of Research Institute of Science for India,

of which you have doubtless heard or read ”

Impressed by Vivekananda's views on science and leadership abilities, Tata wanted him to

guide his campaign.

19. Traditionally, they were snake handlers. The dance movements and the costumes of their

community bear a resemblance to that of the serpents. They are also known as Sapera, Jogira

or Jogi. Male participants take care of the musical part of the dance.

The dancers (mainly females) wear long black skirts embroidered with silver ribbons. As they

spin in a circle, their bodies sway acrobatically, sinuously to the accompaniment of the

Pungi, the Dufli and the plaintive notes of the "been", the wooden instrument of the snake

charmers. As the beat increases to such high pitch, free flowing voice, while others join in

the dance. Their dance movement resembles that of the snakes. They have found pride of place

in the UNESCO’s Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity.

Kalbelia.

20. RBI and Yakshini

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Flop SHow

25 paisa

Duranto

satyamev jayate

Anurag Kashyap

JUNGLE BOOK

P Sainath

Aruna Asaf Ali

Vetti Wars

What is it with Malayalam heroes and vettis (Dhotis). Superstar Mammootty pulls off some heavy duty moves to some very heavy music in his Vasantham vettis while the other superstar MohanLal ramp walks with his MCR vetti making the girls go gaga over it.Finally there is Jayaram who is able to keep everyone in his family copacetic all because of his Ramraj vetti. These are the ads that have been scouring the TV screens this festive season. In a way, its good that the big are acting small.

Ramanujam's Basava

"The sacrificial lamb brought for the festival
ate up the green leaf brought for the decorations

Not knowing a thing about the kill,
it wants only to fill its belly:
born that day, to die that day."

This English translation is alluring and alludes to a meaning that is different than it was actually penned for in Kannada.Not that i know Kannada but the notes that came with the original poem quite positively affirms the fact these lines are a sarcastic take on animal sacrifice. Whatever, the lines somehow collude that the sacrificial lamb is the human being, festival the life and all he wants to do is to fill up his belly pretending that death will be easy on him, maybe even miss him!

Can You Help Me, Occupy My Brain?

"I have paid 20 k.I can't afford to miss classes. You surely can't expect me to come on weekends.Maybe once or twice;but 7 weeks on trot. That's too much"
He said this with a contorted look on his face as though he was physically pained at the idea of spending so much money for the classes and then missing them. Someone clicked their tongue sympathetically, a few others commiserated with them. Not to be left behind, i too joined in. I could understand his situation. The amount of money weighs on one's head more than the possibility of missing classes. It was others turn. All others had good valid reasons(really so valid that even the skeptic in me couldn't doubt them) not to come on weekends. Suddenly it was my turn;
" What about you?"
They asked in unison probably expecting me to come up with some kind of excuse. I, for once couldn't think of anything.(Did i want to give an excuse, i very much doubt it)
"I have no issues".
"None whatsoever".
As long as there's something to occupy my brain, to divert its frustrating, possibly "nervous breakdown" leading thoughts, i am game.But i didn't say this aloud.
They looked slightly amused, i guess. But as it would turn out later at the meeting, the weekend shifts were not for us though the weekday graveyard shifts were very much for us.

And I think i have few issues with the weekday GRAVEYARD shifts.

To Un-Sleep

Step 1- Listen to "Paranoid Android" by Radiohead once.
Step 2-If time permits, perform this step else proceed to step 3. Listen to "Bangers and Mash" of Radiohead.
Step 3- Wash your face
Step 4-Drink a glass half full of water.
Step 5-Walk 250 meters.
Step 6-Find a comfortable seat from where i can see everyone in room.
Step 7-Don't restrain your mind, Let it wander.
Step 8-Keep a notebook handy, you never know you might forget what you think during those times.
These are the steps i follow to keep myself awake during sessions particularly when they happen over a phone. It worked for me for last 3 days.

By the way i read or thought(Hope it's mine, don't know for sure though) of a quote about Chris Martin-
If a team is made up of only No.11 batsmen of different teams or eras, still Martin would be batting at No.11.

:-( ))))

Yesterday was my first day in project. I was supposed to attend a phone conference call. It's in fact very difficult to follow even when the instructor is physically present in the room. So it was not very surprising that my mind wandered at the beginning of 3rd slide itself(around 3 minutes, i guess). Desperately trying to avoid sleep, i opened my notebook and pretended to write notes while i thought of drawing something in it. Now please don't think that i'm good at drawing or something like that(I liken my drawing skills to Chris Martin's batting skills).I'm probably good at scribbling. I thought and thought and thought and invented(or is it discovered???) a smiley- :-()))).
Suddenly the voice on the phone said "The session is over, does anyone have any questions". There was a hushed silence.A pin drop would have sounded like a ululatory(Tribute intended!!!) howl. Then the voice continued" I guess that means everyone understood" a brief pause then ,"right,Sidharth?"
I don't know why they called out my name, probably because i was last to introduce myself on phone and the name struck. I muttered a weak but audible Yes. Had a feel of "you can run, but can never hide" phrase. Fortunately for me they didn't ask me to explain.Phew...it was just 1st day...
P.S-Chris Martin is a New Zealand bowler who has more wickets than runs and took 48 innings to get a score in double digits.
P.S.S-I leave your imagination to sort out the smiley...;-)

Fav Time-Pass :-)

People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Computer monitor shines so bright
That it blinds my sight
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on you
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my windows
But chilly, chilly is the evening sun
Which asks me aren't you having any fun? :-(

This is currently my favorite time passing activity-Distorting beautiful songs!!!

The one which was a particular favorite during my training days is -

I'm going to Mysore
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home...Hooooooommmmeee

We sold our souls for Rock N' Roll

"The last time this much havoc had been wreaked by this few a number of people, you need to go all the way back to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse".
The sobriqet "The Four Horsemen" couldn't have suited any group better.Though they were four all the time, they weren't the same four all the time.The horsemen kept on changing except for one(Which one?).They had killed the dragons,then resurrected them,froze the sun,burned down whole cities,locked up the wolves,smelled the plastic flowers but their effect on humans was their greatest act.They stole their tomorrows and occupied their brains.They predicted our doom when we still thought we were in midst of boom.They were celebrities in their own way, the mask that they wore had worn had eaten into their faces.They no longer were the actors, they had become the acts themselves.But somewhere along the way they lost their souls or as they would proudly proclaim later"We sold Our souls for Rock N' Roll".
The problem for me was i was asked to replace one of them,well,atleast for sometime.I was the chosen one.The person who said"Gods are crazy" couldn't be more right.To me replacing one of the horsemen and then to lead the others was unthinkable.It's like making me the captain of a Nuclear submarine just because i made couple of paper boats in the rainwater that was left behind in my balcony.But i didn't refuse.No one does to the Horsemen.
I walked onto the stage.The crowd had already been forewarned that they'll be seeing only a replacement.But the hushed silence that greeted me made me feel like i was on moon.And alone on moon.I looked to the front row where i should havebeen.But she was there.We should have been there,together.No,it wasn't possible,we had broken up.Maybe if i had met her there now ,it still could have been possible.I saw the grin that lighted up on her face.Suddenly all the other facial features melted away,the crowd seemed miles away in my vision.Like a cheshire cat,the only thing that i could see on her face was her grin.And it said"I've come here to watch you fail". And i knew i was going to fail here.
Suddenly i felt a hand on my shoulder,the hand felt unreal;for three fingers felt flesh and bone and the other two, i believe were made up of plastic.He just nodded on.I caught the mike,wishing that it would be live,but it wasn't.
"This one's for the people who wanted to die young,but neverthless didn't and are now regretting it and..
also...
to those who...
did...
die young..."
That's where the other horsemen joined in.After that it went-
"Behind the smile, theres danger and a promise to be told:You never knew.
Life's fantasy - to be locked away and still to think youre freeYoure free, were free!
[Then in chorus]
So live for todayTomorrow never comes
Die...."
That's when i heard it.The voice-it started slowly but then it was rising,was reaching a high pitch.The horsemen too started playing according to that voice, abandoning me.It went on like

"There in the middle of the circle Lies heaven,Help me
Just with the touch of his trembling hand.The answer will be found
And then like the rush of a thousand wings,
It shines upon the one.And the day has just begun"

So the original man had returned.The guys behind me also started playing the tune to that song, leaving the original song.
I know falling down by itself never hurts,it's only when the fall is interrupted by ground that it hurts.It hurt me as i fell down, fell down from my bed.I got up, rubbed at the hurting place.My cellphone was still ringing at high pitch.I kept it on snooze and went to sleep only to be woken by the same song sung by same voice after 10 minutes.

"Sweet dreams are not made of these things

But who am i to disagree"

"Sabbath Guy"

It's election time and Nattamai* has also switched on to election mode.He has proposed an alliance with me, which i gleefully accepted.I and Nattamai have decided to write a combined blog since we individually are unable to put up even a single post per month(It's the nexus of crisis, you see).Being the senior statesman,leader and first-citizen of 18 villages,he'll draft the manifesto of the combined blog.
And thanks to all the people who commented on my last post.I didn't expect this many comments.This gives me a Clint-Eastwoodian opportunity that i shouldn't miss.
"There are two kinds of people in the world-one who comments in other's posts and the other who post about others comments.I Post!!!"And thanks to sk for calling me a "Sabbath Guy",that's probably one of best things i have ever been called.

Back In The Saddle Again-Shall We Go For A Ride?

Disclaimer-I'm no story-teller,but this is in first person to make it look like a story.Any resemblance of this to me is purely co-incidental.

I had to fight my eyes and stop them from looking slyly in that direction. I took the a paper,supposedly an old ATM receipt from my pocket and crumpled it. And took it and went near her as if searching for a dustbin.Again slyly,without turning the head,just by rolling my eyeballs in her direction,i was catching a glimpse of her.I threw away the paper in a dustbin.I came back to the place where i and my friend were eating.I looked at him.He hadn't noticed me.Well,he never does,he's a typical phone guy.Lives on phone.I felt little like the state of Alaska everytime i'm with him.(Alaska is isolated and remains separated from other states of USA).He suddenly took his mouth off the phone and said "Get the Jamuns,you only have the token".I grumblingly went, again looking in that direction of the girl.

She definetely was not feeling like Alaska, because a big group of her friends were giggling now when i looked in that direction.I went and stood in a queue.It was a pretty long queue and since a large number of people joined behind me, i was quietly content.When my turn came,i gave the token and said"Jamuns".He looked at me little strangely .Well,he must have thought this guy had been waiting for these 2 shotputs for such a long time.Then as though i was a no-nonsense guy and had no time for such dolts,i said rather irritatedly"Boss,Jamuns" and like those girls he also started giggling.For once,i wished i were a dinasaur.

He said"Well,sir,do you want Jamuns for 21,896 rubees?".

The "21896 rubees" stung me like bees.All were laughing-it was a "puppy shame"moment.I managed a weak smile and took back the "ATM receipt" which i had kept safely and instead thrown the Jamun token.I came back to the place where my friend was sitting,he looked up inquiringly without breaking off his conversation,i told him that it all got over and they are going to close the shop.We went,i feeling rather stupid and he-well there are some good things in being an Alaska.He didn't notice anything was amiss,continued live on phone.
Moral of the Story-"Adada Vada(sorry Gulab Jamun) poche!"

P.S-Any resemblance to my friend is also purely Coincidental.
P.S.S-I think,if not coincidental, most of my friends will be feeling i'm speaking about them...:-)

How I was admiring a girl’s hairstyle and walked into a glass door and couldn’t stop laughing.

In the cold climate of Mysore or “Maasur” as everyone pronounces it, I have started feeling the heat, but that isn’t exactly the reason why I couldn’t post. To answer Kumar’s query, we have restricted net access here, but I have lot to say and you are going to hear it too.

Well we go for Maasur chapter now. In the first few days we had a schedule where we go to a theater and listen to lectures. The only good thing about it and the presentations in it was that they didn’t switch off the lights as they usually do at theaters, so I let my eyes wander, holding my heart little tightly least that it should get lost there. Incidentally it was the hairstyle of a girl that caught my attention, it was shortly cropped hair which was falling all over her face and every time I tried to look through the maze of hair to see how she looks like, I couldn’t actually see. And when I did see something, it was just the eyes and they always seemed to close the moment I was looking in. In a way that was the way I kept occupied during the mundane myriad of presentations. My routine was-come there, look where the hairstyle was and sit at a place where there’s a good view. And one day as I was entering into some building, I saw her or rather her hair. All her hair was pushed to one side. I did manage to see through the hair and see how she looks, what I didn’t look was a glass door which looked like it was open but was closed and tried entering into it . Nothing broke, neither the glass nor anything of me (well it was something like an irresistible force meeting an immovable object), I did break a number of conversations around me though. I was with my friends, they looked concerned but I was literally laughing in spite of the pain, as though it had happened to my enemy (God knows who or what my enemy is). And I can tell you, it hurts and I was bleeding. I still was laughing reassuring myself and everyone around me that I’m fine and slowly looked around to see if she had seen it. Fortunately or unfortunately, her hair must have acted as a sound-proof because of which she couldn’t hear anything and something like because she wasn’t there. And as the age old sms joke goes (it might even be the first joke on a mobile, it’s as old as that), I let out a sigh of relief and said loudly to the people around me

“Nala vela endha figurum paakala”

So long and thanks for all the mokkai

It's time.The man from the chessboard has gotten up and said-"It's time to go" and i am leaving.My suitcase full of dreams is slowly but surely getting ready and i am going in the direction in which the cold wind blows.Don't know if this is going to be a Stairway to Heaven or a Highway to Hell,but i am hoping to come out of this as affair as a Highway Star.

So long Chennai.

Antoinini says "athu dhaan da valkai"

Watch this video and then start reading.

Did you watch it completely?
Did you see that the man with the camera vanishes at the end?
Did you see all those colorful characters,what do they remind you of?
Did you hear sound of ball hitting the racquet?
Finally did the scene make any sense to you?

Well Antoinini lays stress on the thin line between reality and illusion in this scene.Initially he looks at the mime tennis rather amused,but starts believing it as everyone seems to be following the game.The camera follows the imaginary ball moving on the court and slowly as he begins to believe,he seems to hear the sound of ball hitting the racket.And when he puts down his camera to throw the imaginary ball so that they can continue the game,the mime pretty much seems to indicate though we have our own perceptions we act according to what others believe.That's what we do in life.We abandon what we have understood just because a group of people,all colorful punks believe otherwise.And at last frame he vanishes,which suggests if we go on following what others do,we might after all just vanish.Well this is just my perception of the scene.
For all those who got bored seeing the scene,i have the best closure line to
say-"These things always happen,you'll always remain ignorant and athu dhaan da valkai".


athu dhaan da valkai-"that's life" Movie-Blow up

21896- wife's constant,gujili and The Dude

This event occurred 4 years ago.Srinath,yes the Zen dude,unknowingly reminded me of it today.Incidentally it was he who started the whole thing.He would bring a calculator and ask all sort of questions,most of them were like,for example asking something about the hurricanes or the nuclear reactors in japan and would do calculations on his calculator(I guess he had just bought it and was showing off)based on what i answer.Naturally that aroused my interest and i asked him what he was doing?He told he was trying to predict my future spouse's name from my answers and his calculations.I laughed at him but nevertheless was curious as to which name would crop up as i love on an average 2-3 girls a day.After some fairly long calculations that might have distracted the brains working behind decoding the mathematical progressions in Tool's Lateralus album(if u love mathematics and want to see it being used intelligently in music Read here ...),he arrived at an answer which was fairly simple.Just a Mrs. before my name!
I was fooled and naturally i wanted to fool others.So i brought this game to hostel and it was going on as expected until one day when a very suspicious Bondu found out what we were going to do and he tried to spoil our fun.That's when we(by this time my partner in crime at college Karthi has joined me)had an inspiration and found out a new mathematical hypothesis by which we found his life partner's name.We told him the name(which was a of cs girl of our college whose name begins with p) and as fate would have it,he had studied with the girl in school and had a soft room(soft corner is an insult!) for her in his heart.He started pestering us for the formula and very soon we adopted this variation of the game.
We played this game many of them,but the most memorable one was RRK.To add credibility to our supposed formula,we said we got 2 names for him which rhymed like vidya and divya.RRK let out his trademark guva-uaa sound and said he knows both the girls and he started wondering which one of them shall be his spouse and started asking us questions like
"I studied with this girl only till this,do you think it's possible?or i have never talked with her,how can it happen?" As we were calculating for find RRK's spouse name,our Sherlock Bondu Holmes slyly followed our calculations and made a sensational discovery.He in fact has seen it previously when we were playing with others.What he found was we are always using 21896 and smiled rather superciliously.We told him according to our formula that number was wife's constant.
Well,we played the game with many others and finally when Bondu's cousin who was working at some place called us and asked us to find his spouse's name,we found it and even he became interested as to how we found it.That's when we decided to call quits as the game seemed to go out of control.
The spouse predicting formula has so far never has been proved wrong and Bondu kept asking about the formula till as late as 4th semester,but we told him nothing.I and Karthi hold the patent rights for it.Next time you see someone who is impatient and can't wait to know who will be his/her life partner would be,you'd know whom to contact.Maybe at that time we might as well start Spouse predicting game season-2.

Finally got it

It's been almost some one and half year since i last went to a hospital.And today i was made to go not one but about half a dozen of them.All of doctors in them pretty much said the same thing"No sir,it isn't possible.It's a huge risk,i can't do it for you".I was frustrated,but was equally desperate to find a doctor who would finally give what i was asking for. Well finally i found a kind doctor who was ready to give me a medical certificate without forcing me into those injections.Yes, i had to show proof that i have taken hepatitis A,hepatitis B,C,D and so on injections.Also to show that i am protected against chickenpox,muttonfox,anthrax, bird flu,animals,spiderman and others.And all these duty bounded doctors decided they wouldn't give me the certificate unless i took all these injections,yes,of course, in their hospital.At one time it reminded me of my attempt to get the signatures from hod which is pretty much like walking in circles(finally got it today on 4th attempt).

And in one of the hospitals,one of them had already started writing prescriptions.He asked my name and started writing "Ce ",then he looked up rather sheepishly and asked does your name have one "e" or two e's?.I told him it doesn't matter anymore(i had to stop him from murdering my name!) and added i don't have money to put so many injections right now and escaped,i believe,a certain death.And this kind doctor who finally agreed in fact made a deal that i have to put atleast one injection and he'll give it.It wasn't good idea to accept it,but andha deal enaku puidichuirundhuchu(means i liked the deal,that is to be precise,there was no other way).Finally he decided to protect me against jaundice,stating it was one of the worst diseases in the world.

Well,the fact is the medical certificate has to show i have put 4 injections,which cannot be put let's say in a day.There has to be atleast 2 day gap between them or that was what i was led to believe by a distant relative who is a medical practitioner and here out of 6 docs 4 were ready to riddle my arm with pricks almost within few minutes of each other.I only hope these guys do not follow the path of other white color dressed group of people,the traffic mamas and make life more difficult,though it seems hope hopen.

"filthy, little brat!"scene More Polanski

Polanski is tensed.
He believes everyone around him is conspiring.
He believes even the shop owner across is in the gang.
He believes the glasses in ground floor are being mended so that he can jump into it.
His nerves are all heavily strung up.
He believes everyone in the apartment is trying to kill him.
Even the good looking Stella is in the plot.
Everyone's trying to change him into the previous Tenant .
They all want him to die like the previous tenant.
Something still is looking at him from the bathroom across his window.
They are all goddamn murderers or that's what he believes.
In midst of all these he goes and relaxes in a park where the following happens.

I honestly couldn't make up my mind about where this "filthy,little brat"fits in the story(dark humour,huh?),but it's really an amusing scene and i in way enjoyed it when it comes in the movie.

Never ever stay in an apartment!!

That's what i decided after seeing Roman Polanski's apartment trilogy which consists of Repulsion,
Rosemary's Baby and
The Tenant.
Of these i saw Rosemary's baby first.I honestly don't know how i came know about this movie.No,sundar had nothing to do with me coming to know about the movie and he definitely has nothing to do with rosemary's baby,though all his childhood sweetheart stories always begins with a certain rosemary.Somehow i got the movie and watched it.At the very beginning they show it as a Polanski movie.All i knew about Polanski was that he took The Pianist,a war biography or something like that, which gave Brody(remember the useless guy in King Kong) an Oscar which he accepted quite controversially(The wet kiss with Halle berry).Well,i didn't know it was a horror movie so i was very much taken aback when i saw this movie.The movie thrilled me to bone,so it was no wonder i decided to watch all the movies in the apartment trilogy.A couple,Rosemary and her husband come to reside in a new apartment and slowly Rosemary learns that no one is whom they seem to be,not even his husband.They all seem be hell-bent on laying their hands on her baby.The lady Cassavete,the neighbour seems like she has descended directly from hell.Well she is as creepy as that.And it has a least expected climax.My only complaint about the movie being they never show the baby's face after arousing so much interest about it.
Next in line was Repulsion,which,to be honest,initially disappointed me.For the first 40 minutes,the movie moves like a battered and bruised snail,the scenes looked like as they were almost getting repeated.Then the movie picks up speed after it and becomes typically Polanski-dark,scary,creepy and intensely psychological.It's about a lonely,sexually repressed,yet beautiful woman who makes her apartment a hell.

The last in the trilogy and my personal favourite is The Tenant where Polanski directs himself.It has one of the brilliant climaxes i have ever seen.As the movie moves on we pretty much come to know how the movie is going to end,but that is exactly where Polanski shows his class.Even if you don't see any of the trilogy movie,i must strongly recommend you see this one for its film-making at it's best.This one has a very good theme music,i didn't notice if others had or not.

Commiting suicide by jumping out of window,the tenants being disturbed by sounds,the previous tenant die rather suspiciously,dark thoughts,paranoia,madness,strange dark humour are the re-occurent themes that you find in the trilogy.
And finally a warning,if you are a fan of these slasher flicks which have lot of gore and have decapitated heads swimming around,skeletons falling on people and blood coming out of every possible opening ,well this isn't your cup of tea(or is it Tannis root!!!).The word is psychological horror.

Even the trailers are typically Polanski,they tell you nothing about the movie just make you want to watch them.
Well Polanski succeeds in making me scared of apartments,i don't think i can stay in an apartment in future.Finally all i have to say is this horror genre seems to be largely neglected by the Indian film-makers except a few like Ramu,who tried without any grand success.All i hope is films in horror genre should make a comeback in our cinema and yes make life little creepy.

Deadlock-ed

A friend of mine sent me this classic example for explaining what a deadlock is-
Boss to secretary-"we'll go abroad for a week for a meeting,make arrangements".
Secretary calls her husband and says-"I and my boss are going for a meeting abroad for a week,you look after yourself".
Husband calls secret lover and says-"My wife's going abroad for a week,so let's spend the week together".
The secret lover calls the small boy for whom she takes tuition and says-"i have work for a week,so you need no come to class during this week".
Small boy to his dear grandpa-"grandpa,i do not have class this week because the teacher's busy,so let's spend the time together".

The grandpa(who's the boss)calls the secretary and says-"meeting is cancelled.I'm spending the week with my grandson".
The secretary calls her husband says-"trip cancelled.I'm coming back home".
The husband calls his secret lover and says-"you can't come home this week,my wife's trip is cancelled".
The secret lover calls the little boy and says-"this week you have your classes as usual".
The little boy calls his grandpa-"sorry grandpa,my teacher says this week i have to attend classes".
Grandpa(boss) calls his secretary an says-"Don't worry.arrange for the meeting this week,we'll go".

If someone had taught deadlock in this way in college,i guess i would even wake from an irreversible coma to explain it.
And some cricket-
It appears MCC has approved Pietersen's changing from right to left hand batting(without informing the bowler)at the time the ball is delivered as legal arguing that the bowler does not inform the batsman if he's going to bowl a slower ball or an off-cutter to the batsman.
Also now to the cricket news from the other part of the world,though the Aussies did manage to dismiss Chanderpaul(there was no doubt as to who would win the match),it seems they had been shaken by a resurgent West Indian team.The series might have been an indicator showing the decline of hegemony of the Aussies in cricket which coincides with the rise of West Indies,however little the rise might be.

Can the Aussies?

Will the Aussies be able to dismiss chanderpaul today as West Indies chase seemingly impossible total.Chanderpaul has been dismissed only twice in the series,of which one was when he had been injured and was looking for runs.And today the Aussies are having a go at him once more today.A victory for West Indies looks highly unlikely,but a much more impossible event will be dismissing Chanderpaul.The Aussies more likely would concentrate on dismissing the other batsmen and with some luck they might just manage to do the impossible,that is get the Man himself.