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Fear of completion.

I must have been about 12 or so. I don't remember. Amma had made this really yummy paneer dish. Me and Vijay were all over it. Vijay, wolfed it down and went over to watch TV (I would guess).

I.... picked out the last piece of paneer with a hint of gravy, and with the deftness of a crime scene investigator, put it in a small polythene bag. And stored it in the freezer. It lay there for a month. Mom found it eventually and threw it out.

I did not have to wait for me to get older to realize I had a problem. But as the years passed by, I was able to understand what was my problem. I fear completion.

Let me elaborate.

I love the band Sixpence none the richer. They broke up and so will not have any new albums out. To my knowledge, they have about 6 albums. I have all of them. I have listened and loved all of them. Except one. No. It didn't stink. It's just that I haven't listened to it yet. And I have it with me for only about 4 years now.

I am currently reading Franny and Zooey*. The only published J.D Salinger book I haven't read. (There are only four.) I was gifted the book a few years back. And I finally started reading it. I have about 25 pages left...and am unable to bring myself to finishing it. The book rocks! (That's putting it very, very  mildly.) If I finish, there will be no more J.D Salinger's for me.

And that (as you would have understood by now) is my problem. I hate to see good things coming to an end. And so I try to prolong or postpone the ending...and in the process lose out on some potentially good stuff.

Am I alone here? Do any of you do something similar or at least equally weird ? (Ms. Shoe taster, please own up)

*Riwin:This is the same copy you gave me with the inscription 'Read it before you are 30'. I am 28.

LOL

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And I shall call him..... Married Me

Since we met last, I managed to get married.... and stay married. So far so good.

Not only that, I have even learnt quite a bit.... and since I have the keyboard... and no an abundance of free time, I will begin to dispense my newly acquired wisdom in bits and pieces. Here are a few for today.

A girl needs 3 pairs of footwear for a 4 day trip to the beach. And yet not have the right pair to walk on sand.

• A soap and a shampoo are not enough to take a bath. One must possess a mild soap, shampoo, conditioner, loofah, body-wash, face scrub, about 65,034 balls of cotton, after shower conditioner, after shower cream, sun-screen..... (will complete this list later)
• Straight hair is bad. It has to be curly.
• Curly hair is bad. Hair has got to be straight.

Am Bach

minus the talent.

On a kit-kat

I will not be posting for a few days .

RGV ki Aag - a review

If you have been living in Amarbayasgalant Monastery in Mongolia you would be forgiven for thinking that Ram Gopal Varma ki Aag is a porn flick about a small town guy's sexual misadventures in the big city... but anyway, I wouldn't want this post to have any autobiographical nuances.

You, being smart (since you are reading my  blog) would obviously know that this movie is RGV's tribute to Sholay. And I had the ***fortune of watching the first screening in Hyderabad yesterday.

The last time, RGV and AB came together, the result was Nishabd.And I knew that it would be a tough act for Ramu to follow.

Let me stick my neck out once more and say it

RGV ki AAG lived up to my expectations

The unfortunate part for me, and the poor bastards in the audience, is that I expected a dreary, torturous experience.

Ramu is adept at producing a torturous experience right from the word go. You gotta hand it to the guy. I believe his Shiva (the newer one) was his testing ground for this. It uses a patented technique for ensuring that the audience cannot doze off (Amar Mohile succeeds) while the director ensures you rue the waking hours. Reminded me of the old 'loin joke. ("Robert, isko liquid oxygen mein daal do; liquid isko jeene nahin dega aur oxygen isko marne nahin dega.")

There an overdose of the rotating camera angles (which I loved in Nishabd) which might cause nausea. Oh, and the secret ingredient, Nisha Kothari, to add the special feeling of someone trailing rat guts on your back.

AB can breath a sigh of relief though. It's over. He doesn't have to worry about people's sky high expectations anymore. Not after this.

I especially feel sorry for the hordes in Kerala, who will go to watch their favourite star. They have not undergone such torture since.... Dhartiputra.

The only entertainment this movie will offer is in the form of scathing reviews about it. Let's hope our critics don't let us down.

Oh, and btw, the Amarbayasgalant Monastery does exist. I didn't make it up.