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A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I came home from running an errand to find Red and TO at lunch. Red opened the door and told me with his usual straight face that our child was telling him a VERY interesting story which was catastrophic in its scope but had some pockets of optimism and redemption in it. So it goes... Continue Reading →
I was reading an article about Snapchat and it said that the app had been gaining momentum in India. Their filters being what draws people (read silly youngsters) to download the app and a gazillion images of themselves and unleashing it on another gazillion and equally silly youngsters. Quite a few smartphones are riding that... Continue Reading →
My native language is Bangla. Am not entirely proficient in it. I can speak it but the "purists" can usually gauge that I'm not one of them. Apparently it reeks of being an "outsider" aka from outside the hallowed boundaries of West Bengal. I can manage to read and write it but it'd be better... Continue Reading →
The Offspring (TO) had his second brush with the Big Questions- where did all life come from, does God exist et al? The first one was when Red's grandma passed away. Apparently the child who can believe in different categories of dragons, is having trouble believing that a "Supreme Being" created Man. He got off... Continue Reading →
The first thing that strikes you about this movie is that Indian film makers are more than capable of churning out good flicks without the whole song and dance routine that seems to encapsulate Bollywood movies as a genre. Badla (Revenge) is a prime example of that. An adaption of the Spanish movie The Invisible... Continue Reading →
Monday to Friday my child looks at me as the incarnation of the Wicked Witch of the West+her flying monkeys all rolled into one. Weekends I do the same to him when he gets up before I want him to. Cue Elton John singing 'Circle Of Life' in the background.
Caffeine is defined as 'an alkaloid compound which is found especially in tea and coffee plants and is a stimulant of the central nervous system.'I, on the other hand, would call it the life-giving and life-sustaining elixir which enables me to tolerate my fellow man, open my eyes in the morning without wishing a piano... Continue Reading →
In the last couple of years my reading material has been fairly unchanging. It's been the likes of John Sandford (love his work), Carl Hiaasen (cannot get enough of it) and some new authors I came across courtesy the Kindle store. Amongst them Jana DeLeon stood out because while her work wasn't "hardcore literature" it wasn't silly... Continue Reading →
I belong to the Wren&Martin generation. It was ground up, chopped, blended, diced and shoved down our throats till the knee jerk reaction for anything pertaining to grammar and syntax meant reaching for our copy of W&M to confirm its accuracy. Fast forward a couple of years when colloquialisms rule the roost. There are differences... Continue Reading →
For everyone who's been told something's impossible, unattainable and to get their head out of the clouds because reality bites; Gully Boy is the answer. Zoya Akhtar's latest offering takes us deep into Dharavi, without any of the gore and gristle but without adding any glitter either. Ranveer Singh (Murad) shows how deeply he can... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 