The Idiot and the Box

The weekend inches closer to a hasty end..... Dementor thoughts gleefully start to overwhelm me and fill my weary soul with dreary Monday blues.

Yet another weekend gone by..... all that remains is to analyze my weekend goals and monitor progress. Goals - here I come!
- Trekking (at least a little farther than my neighbourhood shop)
- Working out (new year resolutions are too damn hard to adhere to!)
- Salsa (physically, as opposed to appreciative analysis on TV)
- Reading (something apart from Mumbai mirror and Mumbai times*)
- Movies (Bourne Ultimatum - postponed for quite some time now)
- Blogging (just to help dear readers meet one goal... c'mon, its ok to admit :))
- TV (lowest hanging fruit, if ever there was one)
- Working (in stark contrast to the other previously mentioned goal)

The first section of the goals was on account of declaring war on my companion for many years, through situations kabhi khushi kabhi gham - my loyal paunch :). Not to mention being bombarded by newspapers, magazines and TVs everyday about healthy living, diet plans and "subtle" workouts at office including resistance tubes**.

As is obvious, the second section of the goals has been added purely to enable easy ticking-off. So then, no surprises when I announce a respectable 50% target achievement. The weekend got off to a delayed start as most of Saturday involved exploring hidden recesses in my new office.

However, things started resembling a regular weekend when I trooped into a theatre to catch "Johnny Gaddar". As warned, movie reviews form a natural ally for the lazy blogger. "Johnny Gaddar" is a fairly smart movie targeted at the "entertainer<>brain-dead" fraternity and is eminently watchable at reasonable prices (read as 150, to avoid any ambiguity). This caper movie wisely does not attempt a whodunnit, and has several twists and turns in the tale to keep one guessing. As yours truly is a budding critic, pet peeves persist - Dharam paaji's hilarious English one-liners (the mileage & dark path ones evoke guffaws), Rimi Sen's bimbette character, the usual absence of the police till the ending credits and the criminal under-use of the wacky soundtrack! All said and done, this movie is definitely worth a dekko!

Sunday started off in similar delayed fashion, though completely on account of waking up late :). The welcome sight of Alonso, F1's whiney-boy, getting whacked ensured a bright start to the day. The remainder was a mish-mash of "Ab tak chappan" and re-runs of "Friends" for the umpteenth time. Lo and behold, we are back to where we started off. The end of the weekend is real close at hand and its time to bid adieu with a solemn promise of returning very soon.


A still night. Occasional wafts of breeze playfully interrupt the melancholy. The thickening silence, interrupted by defiant barking and the occasional flutter. A busy city settles down for a well-deserved rest. Aching and tired limbs rejoice at the inactivity, but the minds tick on. Anticipation of the day that approaches, of dreams waiting to be fulfilled. Hunger and passion, effort and struggle, exuberance and exaltation.... the beat must go on. The starry sky envelopes the city, snug and warm in the embrace. A temporary solace, before the city awakes to the pursuit of destinies. The city of dreams drifts off into blissful sleep.




* Non-Mumbaikars cannot fathom the treasure trove of information that the Mirror is. It renders yeoman service by delivering Mumbaikars their daily survival kit including among others - where the biggest potholes on Mumbai roads are, helpful pictures of overflowing garbage cans so smart commuters can easily avoid them, the crucial outcome of a dispute among residents of a building about feeding stray dogs, an insight into the lives and catfights of our very own television superstars - I could go on at length without repeating myself...... A dedicated post to this topic would still not hold a candle to the venerable Mirror from the illustrious Slimes Group

** Obviously, all offices are filled with completely self-obsessed people who wouldn't even blink when co-workers whip out resistance tubes. How subtle is that, really?