Monday, May 28, 2012

A Vacation over a Weekend

They say time passes by slowly when you are bored. And 5 mins seen like an hour. But when you manage to keep so busy and do so many things in a day, even though time passes by quickly you feel it was long day wouldn't you?

My weekend started on Friday evening just like all weekends. I came home changed and took a friend around my neighbourhood just to show her around. Dinner was at friends house. We turned up there in time to help out with the cooking a whole load of us (left in time to not help out in the cleaning). We had proper home cooked andhra food, courtesy one of friend's mother. So full and tired we were we just went to sleep.

Woke up early on Saturday morning, my friend and I went our fire breakfast and hit the shopping centre of London and randomly shopped around. Spent a good amount of money. We met up more friends and had lunch. We picked up half price tickets for a musical. We went on to walk around London. Along the touristy areas showing my friend around all the popular places in London. Time finally for the musical. Chicago was absolutely entertaining without even a set. Amazing. After a thoroughly enjoyable night we were all tired abs hungry with a lot of walking. One last stop before we head home was Kaati Roll Company. Discussing how many movies out of those that decorate items walls have we seen. I had seen just one, Lagaan. But the english version of Mayajaal (matrix reloaded) counts a well. After an egg roll and a decently long cab ride (When does London not have traffic! I know, Boxing day) I hit the bed.

Sunday was amusing. We had planned to go to Brighton to enjoy the summer that was finally here. Met to leave London at 8. We reached the station only at 9.45 to see that this small new station had just one person serving the ticket counter and 3 machines. Perhaps they don't usually expect a huge crowd. Or perhaps the sun doesn't done that often. After waiting in the queue for about 20 mins we did get a good deal though, costing us just a little more than 5 quid. We reached Brighton by noon and found out that it was the last day of the Brighton festival. But that didn't change much for us. We just lazed around in the sun. There was a live band, really good. Done Jamaican tricks. Nice chairs. Very crowded beach. Pebble beach. No waves. Bright sun. Nice sun. Hot sun. Hotter sun. Unbearably hot sun. Long queue for the loo. And then it was time for us to go. On the way back all of us were so tired we fell asleep. And it was super fast, the train. We dropped everyone on their own directions and headed home. Some of our friends live closer so I took a detour and a stop over. We watched the last couple of overs of IPL finals and more importantly all the drama of victory while we enjoyed a cup of tea and maggie noodles for dinner. And more friends left on their own direction and I came home.

I came home with the idea a friend had planted. That it feels like a long long weekend or a vacation. The dinner on Friday seems like distant memory. And so many things happened after. And we just came hack after a travel. And everyone had gone their own way. And I was going home along bsback to my own bed. It did feel like a vacation just ended.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Trains of thought

I find the sounds of moving trains soothing. A journey exciting. Of many different people and many different ideas and many different reasons. Moving through the platforms. Moving, walking, running. No luggage. No baggage. Some baggage. Heavy baggage. Take a train. Take the wrong one. Go to new places. Once in a while go back to an old place. Write memoirs. Write books. Travel. Watch people. Watch them play music.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Easter Bunnies

Easter weekend was long. The longest you can get, like in Christmas... 4 days....

We weren't sure if we could go to Isle of Wight, everyone said the weather was going to terrible. But we went anyway. We wanted to leave London by 7.30am but obviously we were ambitious. We reached Portsmouth, dumped our luggage and were super excited about taking a hover craft to Isle of Wight by 1pm. The hover craft was such a disappointment. It didn't look like it was hovering. Even if it was you can't see it. And from in it you can't see anything at all.

So we reached Ryde Harbour

and we grabbed some lunch while decided what other things we could see. Alum beach was one and Needles the other, both of them on a shore across the island from where we were. We found out that it would take way too long to get them and by the time everything would be shut. So there is no point.

So we took an open bus and roamed about the island for a bit and got off literally in the middle of nowhere at the highest point of the island.

 And at this highest point in the middle of the island is a shipwreck museum. Can you believe that ?

We went into this old english inn while we waited for the next bus which if we miss are stranded there for another hour. but luckily we managed to get the bus that took us to Sandown beach.

We lazed around for a while froze a bit, found a restaurant and found our way back to Ryde Harbour. We figure we missed the last hover craft and catch the next ferry.
Back in Portsmouth we strolled around the fancy area next to the beach and found an Indian restaurant for dinner. Had an argument with a manager which was pretty funny.

 The next day we just lazed around on the Portsmouth pebble beach, had some good food and headed back to London.

Oh there were 2 more days to the weekend which I did nothing on.

Quite an uneventful trip but my first trip out of London!

Sunday, April 01, 2012

The story retold - Kahaani


The plot is discussed in detail, the way I saw it. So SPOILER ALERT ! But I guess most of you have already seen it..

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It all starts with a crying baby in the arms of a woman in the packed Calcutta Metro. A police officer is looking around for a bag, or anything suspicious. Now who would suspect a woman with a baby? And that too the baby's milk bottle? The bottle breaks, a poisonous gas is realised and everyone exposed to it dies.

Fast forward two years, here comes Vidya Bagchi, a heavily pregnant women to the dirty yet beautiful and thoroughly romanticised city of joy. The police officer, Rana, is more than happy to help her, carry her bags, etc. Now, I must admit that Calcuttans are helpful people, but police? I've never met one but in movies they are always portrayed as annoying people. But then again she is pregnant, and people are always willing to help her, aren't they? It seems like an intelligent point. But as the story progressing you come to believe it is the centre of the story, the fact that she is pregnant.

Now the sad part is, she is looking for her missing husband. But there seems to be no person of that kind who ever came to India or worked where she said he worked. Ah, poor woman. How can you tell her on her face that her husband left her. She starts living in this dirty old guesthouse where she claims her husband stayed.
She randomly comes across a name, Milan Damji, who apparently resembles her husband and used to work at the same company (and he had a funny blood group, Bombay blood group). Now, the lady who told her this has to convince the adamant Vidya who is looking only for her husband that Milan does look a lot like her husband and that she should take a look at his picture before she decides not to pursue Milan Damji. That lady is murdered before she shows Vidya the photo. At this point it makes a lot of sense to kill Vidya as well. But then she is not killed. Is it because she is just a poor pregnant woman ?
When Vidya starts asking questions about Milan (again to remind you that she never wanted to look for him), the second in command of the intelligence department, Khan comes to meet her. No formality, no bureaucracy, no notices. He tells her that Milan Damji does not exist and she should drop the topic. She persists that finding Milan Damji will get her answers about her husband. He shouts at her when she insists that he is the answer to her questions. Here is where you assume a normal person would say that she has nothing to do with Milan and just wants her husband back and if Khan can help her. But Vidya continues her pursuit since Khan had called Milan Damji, Milan, so they must be close acquaintances, which means Damji exists. Very smart Vidya.
She finds her way to old company records to get the address of Milan Damji. She finds tea glasses in his house and associates it with the tea shop outside since he does not have a kitchen. Now Vidya is getting super smart. She turns up in front of Khan with the records of Milan's existence. And what does he do? He gives her top secret information that Milan was one of theirs turned over to the dark side. Now that's not protocol is it? Here you get the feeling, he is either a very stupid character or he does believe she is harmless but also that she is far more determined to find Damji and she will.
Ah, the young Rana, still helping her in every step is now in awe of her. But it turns out that he gets caught out by Khan. Rana then tries to dissuade Vidya from finding Milan. And all of a sudden starts helping her again. He gets her in contact with an old police informer. Now if he did that he could lose his job. Yes, he is likes her a lot, but would he put his career in danger for a woman who would never be his?  The former police informer who refuses to help at first, but gives in when the heavily pregnant woman says she is searching for answers about her husband for her unborn baby. Yes, it's again about her pregnancy.

She gets some random information about a face-off between two people but apparently Damji was there as well and about some blood group (which I personally believe is very weird and didn't fit into the story, almost like trying to find ways of creating clues). When the try to chase up the doctor to helped with the blood, he gets killed. Again, isn't it far easier to kill her ? But yes, now the killer is looking for her as well. Our assassin, our extremely sweet, loser of an LIC agent, chubby middle aged man who can't run for a few minutes, gets killed in the chase.
Rana is freaked out for Vidya's safety and tells her that she must let the case of Damji go. Vidya doesn't seem to be listening and she is still plotting and thinking of clues. Rana asks her if death seems like a joke to her. She replies that without her husband, life itself seems like a joke to her. Sure enough. Life is a joke and death is also a joke. So much she loved her husband. So much she missed him. That without a second thought she brushed aside the idea of death. Without a second thought about her unborn baby.
She goes ahead to get more data from the tech head of the company when she find out from the tea shop outside Damji's house that the tech head used to visit him there. Rana and Vidya find their way to the tech head's office after hours, just after he leaves. But our tech head has security systems in place and his phone buzzes an alarm when his computer is turned on. He is smart too. He puts the facts together, that the receptionist is still at work, that the messenger is bringing her three glasses of water, that in the visitor's book she had an entry with visitors when he glanced at it, and rushes back to the office. Vidya has already left by then, yet the tech head catches up with them and follows them till they are caught. Rana tries to save her and fights the bad guy. Vidya here gropes for his gun going out her way. Khan arrives with back-up just as the nervous Vidya kills the tech head with his gun.
Vidya then realises that Rana was working for Khan. Khan tells her that he thought she had a better chance of getting information since no one is scared of a pregnant woman. True, isn't it? Vidya agrees to help Khan. They have by now figured out that it's Khan's boss who is helping Damji. Vidya calls up Khan's boss telling him that she has some documents she retrieved from the tech head's office that ties him up to Damji and she is ready to give it all in return for her husband. He refuses to acknowledge anything. But next moment she gets a call from Damji, asking him to meet her alone with the documents. Rana realises that she will get killed in the operation but Khan who acknowledges it calls her collateral damage and keeps Rana from telling her. Rana slips out of custody in the hope of saving her.
On the Puja Day, Vidya wears a white sari with red border that her husband had once said she should wear like all women in Bengal on auspicious days, that was gifted by Rana who requests her to wear it on the day she meets he husband since that is the most auspicious day for her. The heavily pregnant Vidya meets Milan Damji who asks her for the documents. When asks him he was Milan Damji, he says it does not matter and that she will get her husband back once they have the documents. She asks him if it is in his power to return her husband to her. He realises there is more to this woman than what seems and kicks her right in her heavily pregnant belly. She falls back, her eyes wide with shock, fear and tears of pain. And then she blinks.

She removes her fake pregnant belly, removes a pin from her hair, sticks it into his feet, grabs his gun and points to him. He asks her who she is, she says it does not matter. Shoots him and walks away. (No her sari does not slip, she is trained to tie it in such a way that once she removes her fake belly, her sari is still perfectly in place). Rana and Khan reach the spot to see Milan Damji dead, next to him is a note thanking Satyoki for his help. They can't spot a woman in white sari and red border in a street full of women dressed alike, faces covered in sindoor.

Khan is completely confused. Rana tells Khan that Vidya Bagchi is a story and she never existed. Khan wonders who Satyoki is. Rana replies that it's his real name, meaning Arjuna's sarathi, and smiles an all knowing smile !
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Ah wait!The movie sadly doesn't end here.
They go back to show us the story behind Vidya from 2 years ago. Her husband was the police officer who was looking for a bag on the metro train when he was killed by the poisonous gas. Heavily pregnant Vidya loses her child when she finds out her husband is dead. The retired head of the intelligence bureau (who keeps coming up in the main lot but quite randomly) trains her to catch Milan Damji whom he created only to find out he created a monster. The movie makes sure there are no glitches by making Vidya say that having acted like she is pregnant for so long, she actually believe it was true. And then she cries saying she has no life without her husband or her baby. Ermmm. OK.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

7 Days a Week



Monday morning, at work.
Half a day of work and half a day of training. A long coffee at Starbucks talking about astrology and palmistry. A trip to the Jubilee market in Covent Garden only to find it closed. Two and half days of work and half a day of training. Second trip to Covent Garden to find the palmist closed.



Catch up with the continental guys, first house party. An entire day of training and an 9 to 5 schedule. Come home to take a quick nap. Second house party to meet up a whole set of new people. Here comes the weekend. First day of the year out without any warm clothing. Spend half a day at the charity. Ride the Boris bike for the first time. Don't realise it has gears, cycle too hard for too short and walk the rest of the way back. Hope to play some Catan. End up playing Temperature and Drawesome. Try to go to an exhibition on Bond Street. Instead end up walking the sunny crowded streets of Camden. 



Sit by the canal with the food street on it. Run the tube to Picadilly Circus with infinite delay. Land up in the movie theatre in the nick of time. Watch Kahaani. Go back home and call it a night and a week.
Monday morning, at work.




PS: None of the pictures are mine. All of them are taken from the internet and linked with urls.

Monday, March 05, 2012

You don't get zindagi again.

So you don't have too many zindagis ok, you just have one. Just one. That too you won't get again. So you need to enjoy it.
Go under water even when you can't swim. Jump off a plane, chumma. And best, get killed by a bull. Like step one step two and step three ok. And after that also you don't die then you go make a movie about how you tried to kill yourself. Because I mean really you have only one zindagi you know. So make movie. But remember, before that you have to dump your fiance a couple of months before the wedding. Why? Because bull didn't kill you.
If you are a cat you don't need to worry. Because bull cannot kill cat. Because you keep getting zindagis. So you can lead normal lives. You don't need to try and get killed. You can make boring money. Boring investment broker zindagi you can lead. Making boring 2000quid in a few mins. And you can cry when your payslip comes to you.
But if you are not a cat you need to go under water. Because underwater you cry and your salt tear water is barely salty for the ocean. I mean who cries when getting payslip ? No one except Bollywood heroes will cry for it. And make best friend your Bagwati.

Here see poster. What you 99% keep shouting at? Look at poor investment broker with sad life, he could not buy shirt also.



So anyway now go. To spain. Spend your zindagi and finish it there in a few days. Done!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Transported!

A Lovely Saturday!

The London Transport Museum was awesome, just as most museums in this city !



They had lots of display models. The fun part was when they have an entire scene in a glass box as a model (of building or running tube lines) and they have little magnifying glasses with a speaker above them, as soon as you look through that piece of lens you will a small scene of the model and you can hear a fictitious conversation !
They have many trains where you can pop in check out the train. In one such, they have a man standing there just to say Mind The Gap ! :) (I actually got freaked out when he said it)

Then there are the posters of course! Lovely posters. The tube always had the best posters! They have a room that has various posters projected on its floor, ceiling, anywhere,...


They have a brilliant animation of the tube maps and the changes across the years - 1863 - 2003. Check out this youtube video that someone captured. Watch with mute.



Got tired after a while, so a visit again is due soooooooon. Like next weekend ?

The visit ended in a cute little cafe in covent garden. !

A Lovely Saturday !

Monday, February 20, 2012

Snow and Spring!

A header for my first snow !!!


Calendars and Women!

A very persistent woman asked me to review her book. It was hard to ignore her ( :) ) and even harder to ignore the book once you have started it. 




A Calendar Too Crowded, a collection of short sketches, attempts to capture the spirit (or the lack of it) of the various "days" set aside in the global calendars for recognition of the women kind and the social evils suppressing them. A very strong theme but a theme that has many faces to it.

Each sketch brings to light a different problem faced by women. Not all external, not all the cliched atrocities against women. At every step, a women's decision is questioned, if not, her powerlessness against a decision.

Sagarika Chakraborty (the author) brought out a great many faces to a women. However, there are many more and that's how it will always be. Nevertheless, Sagarika tried to show the world the strength and weakness of a woman.

The language and the narrative changes from story to story. Sometimes it seems like there was more than one author. While some rely on the description others rely on the story. While some take their time to unfold, others can't wait till the plot is out. While some bring out the point subtly in a woven story, others are outright preachy.   You may not like all. But there will be a voice you will connect to, and there will also be a voice you wish you would never be.

Some of my fav's: When the Ganges Ran Dry, Selling a Body to Gain a Mind, Sister's by Choice and Not by Chance. Especially, When the Ganges Ran Dry. There was something about the story that kept going on even after it's over. 

All the best to a budding author !


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Brand Wars spilling Ink

Lots of blogs have written about this and everyone seems to have two cents to spare. So here I go, two pennies.

If the pen is mightier than the sword, and two pens are war, there is bound to be blotches all over.
To put things in perspective. The Times of India came up with campaign directly hitting at The Hindu

Wake up to the Times of India:


And as a reply to that The Hindu came up with an ad campaign and lots of mudslinging.

Stay ahead of the Times:


To which yet again Times of India replied with the following print ad.























The funny thing is that all the ads are telling you the same thing.

The Times of India wants to position itself as a very fun newspaper with all its interesting news bites and attracts the young to stay young.
The Hindu wants to position itself as a very serious newspaper that encourages the young to stay informed about current affairs.

Living in the south, even as a schoolgirl I knew The Hindu's perspective was serious while that of other newspapers like The New Indian Express. And TOI has entered the latter space. The target markets are different. I am surprised to see the The Hindu would react in a manner so direct. However, it was a reaction.  And TOI waiting for the right moment came out with the witty ad about competition waking up as well.

What puts the balance out of focus is the latest print ad by TOI:


Right. So true, that Aishwarya's baby is no less important than the Vice-President of India, (or me?) . However, information is not knowledge and knowledge is not wisdom. True as well, so no matter how much information The Hindu provides the reader with, (s)he will not be knowledgeable and even if (s)he were (s)he would not be any wiser than if (s)he read the TOI. In other words, TOI agrees, their readers are unwise but disagrees that reading The Hindu instead can make them any wiser, however, anyone who reads the TOI can feel more human.

Err... calling your reader stupid is not really smart is it ?