Banglore tea-time with an ex-colonel
I was born in Chikmanglur
Ek sherni. sau langoor
CHiKManGluR cHikmAnGlUr
And in Banglore.. when I came..
It rained every night, every day of the year
And in the morning it was fresh!
In Dehradun, my uncle would bring us down the forest road by car and we would invariably see a leopard or tiger.
Chhaaya: Have you seen the neelikurunji.. It blooms once in twelve years?
K Rajput: Once in ten years, once in twelve years only.. the whole area turns violet!
Armyman: I remember the coffee blossoms.. But even in Assam, the bamboo blooms only once in twelve years
Neera: When I was a child I used to love reading Biggles!
Sniff sniff
What do different internal fluids in our body smell like?
(For one, blood = metallic smell)
Even more wantings
Add YOUR heartfelt wantings as comments and we'll have a big WANT bank.
I want Worldspace radio that doesn’t LOOK so boring and also displays the song and artiste playing. Does it?
I want all the scenes of Joker from Batman cut and put back to back.
I want all Oscar nominated movies.
I want all Cannes Lions International Ad Festival winners.
I want a permanent VISA to the world.
I want the best oil massage every week by an easygoing expert masseur. pummel-pummel-pinch-rub.
I want to try a spot of new flavourful cuisine every Saturday.
I want loads of roses every Valentine's Day.
I want the agenda of every political Party in 5 simple points on the home page of a website so that I can think and vote.
Always the correct glasses.
+ I also want paint-tins and brushes to just land up in front of me so that I can paint my wall.
What to make of her?
According to the book Frida (a Mexican artist) by Barbara Mujica,
She was a tantrum kid. Had fickle loyalties. Acquired lovers for a sense of achievement. Loved the protection and care of her lovers but liked to make them feel that she was devouring them instead. When her husband Diego went after other women, she pretended that she shared his passions and understood the artistic hunger for beauty. Yet she would be insanely jealous. She enjoyed playing with situations. Like saying the wrongest things, that often revealed truths, in front of people. She painted but was unsure of her talent. She was self-obsessed which is why she did so many self-portraits. In the book, she was portrayed as a typical drama queen. A woman with many failings but always the centre of attention. She liked to push things to the LIMIT, reminds me of the Joker from Batman, who creating havoc just for the pleasure of it, not for money. For the stirrings of panic. Peg-leg Frida.
Did I mention lewd & defiant & androgynous?
Dev D’s Weapons of Mass Hallucination
Hi Anurag Kashyap,
Dev D was an amazing movie and available for me at a very correct time in life. You put so much love into the movie, it seemed that you carefully added little nuances whether or not the viewers would grasp them. Like Thumbs-up Coke. How come there is always the other option?
The aukaad-bits rocked. The 3 guys who performed at the shady
My friend called up and broke my thread of thought. So with utter devotion to you, cheers! Please make lots more films so that cinema is an amazing out-of-the body experience.
Now I must watch No Smoking.
Malvika
MJ’s Paradox
If you think you can take criticism…
Can you take criticism about not being able to take criticism?