Sunday, September 28, 2008
For formality's sake
Truth be told, there's nothing much I have to say. The only reason I'm actually updating my blog is because I like to see an entry a month and September, being one of the best, certainly deserves one. I could go on to narrate the thousand and one everyday, irrelevant, unimportant yet inexplicably much looked-forward to things that have happened to me in the near past. I could concoct some Tale and tell it aloud with much gutso. Or I could just express my views about this and that. But I'm just not in the mood. Let this post be short, for a change.
I went to Bombay earlier this month. I've decided that the trip was too sacred to be written about. 3 of the best days of my life. I do have some great stories though, and I'm not averse to telling them in person.
I've read a couple of books lately. Discovered (and very late, I might shamefully add) a gentleman called Leon Uris. His Exodus is bleddy brilliant and QB VII is pretty good too. There's just this bad habit he has of killing off his characters. Chetan Bhagat's Three Mistakes... is better than One Night..., I thought but not as good as FPS. Once again a promising start is botched up towards the end.
I'm in the middle of Shantaram now. Seems really good so far. Roberts has the rare qualities of being a good storyteller as well as dishing out lines one might ponder upon in the hours of solitude. I specially liked the one which went something like- "This story starts like any other story- A woman, a city and a little bit of luck". There are others too that I can't recall right now. And between any other books that I might read, there's always Wodehouse. Again, he is too sacred to write about.
On the movie front, I watched Rock On (am still humming the songs) and Bachna Ae Haseeno. The latter was seen in the company of 2 demented souls so naturally we loved the movie.
Formality over, I should think. And all the very best to Rapu and the Lazy Labrador.
I went to Bombay earlier this month. I've decided that the trip was too sacred to be written about. 3 of the best days of my life. I do have some great stories though, and I'm not averse to telling them in person.
I've read a couple of books lately. Discovered (and very late, I might shamefully add) a gentleman called Leon Uris. His Exodus is bleddy brilliant and QB VII is pretty good too. There's just this bad habit he has of killing off his characters. Chetan Bhagat's Three Mistakes... is better than One Night..., I thought but not as good as FPS. Once again a promising start is botched up towards the end.
I'm in the middle of Shantaram now. Seems really good so far. Roberts has the rare qualities of being a good storyteller as well as dishing out lines one might ponder upon in the hours of solitude. I specially liked the one which went something like- "This story starts like any other story- A woman, a city and a little bit of luck". There are others too that I can't recall right now. And between any other books that I might read, there's always Wodehouse. Again, he is too sacred to write about.
On the movie front, I watched Rock On (am still humming the songs) and Bachna Ae Haseeno. The latter was seen in the company of 2 demented souls so naturally we loved the movie.
Formality over, I should think. And all the very best to Rapu and the Lazy Labrador.
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