Tech-Pottery

I love technology. It has no boundaries. The scope of it ranges from the little to the humongous. And that’s really saying something.

I have a sick kid at home who’s been using his “I’m sick” status as a Get Out Of Jail card. I’ve been annoyed, short tempered and most desperately in need of a diversion. Enter Play Store.

I was thinking to myself how I’d like to throw clay around to get rid of my ire and also try out some pottery in the process. Lo and Behold! there was a pottery app (Free&Paid) that I tried out. And it was just what I needed. Well…I actually needed a wheel, kiln and tons of clay but the virtual one wasn’t too bad either.

With any kind of artistic endeavor, the creativity needs to just flow and take shape. Whether it’s drawing, painting, sculpting or pottery…it’s an expression of what you think and feel and what vibes with you.

After vibing with these babies for a while, I am determined to find a teacher and just get down and dirty making pots.

Boredom often leads to an A-Ha experience.

Realizations Before Dawn

  • Going to bed extra early does no damn good.
  • You can twiddle your thumbs mentally and physically.
  • Crack Attack isn’t just a silly game of eggs at all! It takes cunning and perseverance.
  • Flow Free can get you into a Zen state if you focus hard enough on connecting the dots.
  • We could do with central heating in winters. Or to be more eco-friendly; not open any windows at night.
  • Agatha Christie’s books should not be written by anyone else but her. Her characters need her brand of humor and mystique.
  • My kid is a blanket usurper par excellence!
  • You can misspell the word ‘dawn’ at least twice before getting it right while bleary-eyed.
  • FRIENDS is a any-time-watch serial. Ergo reruns still on air after a decade of it ending.
  • The house is homeyier with the husband in it. Despite being easier to run without him.
  • I would like a butler to wake me up in the mornings. With coffee.
  • I should pick a bedtime and stick to it else I churn out this stuff at 5:31 am after having lain awake in bed for the past 1 hour.
  • Yawning is a sign of being sleepy; I should go back to bed.

Movie Review: Diwale

 

It’s not the worst movie I’ve ever seen and neither will it be. Am sure I’m fated to see much, much worse.

But Dilwale was a bit loose compared to the usual Rohit Shetty fare IMHO.

And while it makes zero since to critique an out and out potboiler from Bollywood, one must undertake meaningless things in life. Why? No clue baap.

Alors!

Ok let’s start with the locales. Bulgaria? Check!! Made me want to see it once. Goa? Not so much. Not because I’ve been there before but Goa wasn’t showcased in the slightest bit. It could have been though.

Cast: SRK- you have to hand it to a guy who is 50 and manages to keep his body chiseled and hot. He hasn’t hulked up into a musclebound moron unlike some others I could mention but won’t but still. The man has *presence*. His crying scenes haven’t improved at all and he still comes across as utterly fake doing them but that jaw-clenched look of his still works. At least for me. He doesn’t smolder but he does does a sexy simmer 🙂

Kajol: I will NOT talk about the demise of the dusky skin and the near unibrow but will talk about the fact that she looked good. She is toned and does what she is supposed to do aka look in the clothes chosen for her and have good chemistry with her co-star. The dialogue delivery is fine. And let’s leave it at that.

Varun Dhawan: I had liked this guy in HSKD and thought that he could deliver consistently. But he really has very little to do in Dilwale. He doesn’t have a decent song filmed on him, neither does he have any really funny dialogues. And speaking of dialogues, VD was uttering his like he’s developmentally slow. Really.

Kriti Sanon: Why baap? They’d have been better off keeping a mannequin in her stead. Zero screen presence. Stiffness while moving around and emoting is probably she considers putting smiles in her chat texts.

Boman Irani: Wasted. Totally.

Johnny Lever: Belongs only on the so-called comedy shows on t.v. His act is hackneyed an doesn’t elicit as many laughs as a comedic role should.

Sanjay Mishra aka Oscar Bhai had some colorful and zany dialogues. I wonder what the writers smoked while writing his lines out. It really could come from those truly stoned. Not that I could vouch for something like that myself *wink wink*.

Kabir Bedi: looks plastic and barring his bassy voice brings zilch to the screen.

Vinod Khanna: is on for too little a time to make any impact.

SRK’s two goons: Did a remotely passable job of providing comic relief.

The music: Why Gerua? It is catchy but why gerua? But then again why hara or peela either so gerua gets the pass. So do Janam Janam and Daayre. But Manma Emotion Jaagey and Tukur Tukur should have been axed on the editing table without a thought. Brainless bits.

So, did I like it at all? Yes I did. Liked it. Slightly. Liked the lead pair’s chemistry. Really liked the cars they used. Didn’t mind the locales and I wasn’t tempted to walk out midway. That and the cheesy popcorn and the funny company made it a painless one-time watch. Twice would be painful.

 

 

Movie Review: Welcome Back…Erm Don’t

Yup, that’s right. Welcome Back should have at rider attached to it- DON’T!
Where the first movie wasn’t a shoo-in for the comedy of the year award, it was still entertaining and doesn’t fail to elicit chuckles on reruns on tv. But the sequel has a couple of things which make it one of the main contenders for MOST LUDICROUS MOVIE OF THE YEAR. And here they are in no particular order:
1) Shruti Haasan– can’t speak Hindi. Sounds like she’s majorly distressed when she does. Very limited range of emotions. She was more believable in her AC ads. A pretty prop. Period.

2) John Abraham– should stick to promoting Mens’ grooming products. From Jism to Saaya to this movie, he has progressively gotten more wooden, unintentionally deadpan and extremely unfunny. That the man has also got more ripped and has a fantastic “V” should have zero bearing on his acting abilities. His screen presence is mainly felt once he takes his clothes off. The stunt where he ran on the backs of the camels was kinda sad. One felt for the camels. Really.

3) Dimple Kapadia– Finding Fanny, Dil Chahata Hai were roles she could do something with and she did. This movie showcased amply and repeatedly that she cannot emote the light hearted stuff and her comic timing is non-existent.

4) Naseeruddin Shah– Now this was the major head scratcher. I know Bollywood pays more than art house movies and theater but one would think that after decades in the business NS would be able to pick and choose his roles rather than be in a dead end movie which tickles you into laughing rather than evoking it.

5) Ankita Shrivastava- Oh Lord. Slut central. Nothing great to look at. Exposed everything that she had to and still couldn’t get anywhere. Has a great career playing a bar dancer or one of those skimpily-clad dancers who jiggle their booties at the drop of a pin. Emoting? What emoting? Incidentally this young lady’s Wikipedia page lists her as the “most promising Indian actress” yada yada yada. Boy are we in trouble if that load of tripe is even marginally true.

6) The OST. Lord. Boring. Boring. Boring. Barring the Tutti Bole Wedding Di track, none are foot-tappers let alone a good time for the ears. If anything, one wished to fast forward through the songs and the dance routines.

Shiney Ahuja and the people like Rajpal Yadav are wasted. The former because he has no career and pretty much might have to do anything that comes his way (despite being good looking and being able to actually act) even act like a “charsi launda”. And Rajpal Yadav because he is capable of so much more than being “bajaoed like a ghanta” while playing the fool.
This is the kind of movie that forcibly makes you laugh with its predictable punchlines and the antics of Parel Rawal, Nana Patekar and Anil Kapoor. The latter not so much as before.
I wanted a movie that was a no brainer and I got it. Just goes to show, be careful what you wish for. One just wishes that none of the case survived the last scene (in the movie world and not the real one) and nip all thoughts of another sequel in the bud!

The scene at the graveyard was just mind-boggling. I mean it just made one wonder why Aneez Bazmee would direct a movie that had an Antakshari match between a so-called ghost and two mobsters. And one had to wonder at Shruti Haasan and her endless parade of hiiigh heels.

There are moments though, Anil Kapoor grumbling about having to dig a hole in a graveyard in Dubai whereas in India there would have been open ditches galore for dumping a body!

I will say this though, get stoned and maybe, just maybe this movie might be a laugh riot. If not, welcome to stale dialogues, lavish sets and loads of money spent on Humvees, Lamborghinis and massive chandeliers and the mother of all dust storms of all things. I mean, welcome back!