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    • 2010 Here it comes

      2 Weeks of a relaxed vacation comes to an end, I wonder when will I get another 2 weeks of 'Not to do Anything'. The next vacation that I might get will be that of my marriage vacation. I have no clue of when will that be, but I know that wont be a relaxing vacation. No I don't want to blog about Marriage and stuffs, I will save it later. November 2009, I have a feeling that time flies by faster than the days when I went to school. Even with Quarterly Holidays, Half-yearly and Annual Holidays, plus a bunch of other holidays including those days of heavy rain, I always count for days to get over. I felt nostalgic about school days today when I heard the news today that schools and colleges will be shut down tomorrow because of the heavy rains. BS!!, the government should make it mandatory to shutdown even the private consulting and servicing companies to go down for the day without a compensatory work day the following Saturday. I would rather like to work on a rain Tuesday than the compensatory Saturday.

      I used to count one class by class. Periods after Periods, session by session, staff by staff, Lunch time was the only time of the day in School, we all loved. Everything else was a boring affair. Even after coming home from school, and playing for 2 hours till sun set, I still have a feeling I have another 6 solid hours to goto sleep half of which will go away doing all those mundane home-works. I really felt every day which dragged me from January 1st to December 31st. For all I know, for the first time of my life, before I could realise what has happened, 6 months flew - right after I finished 12th and till September 18th of 2000 when I stepped into college. Those 6 months I really couldn't realise what happened every day, time just zoomed. Days of 'Whatever' attitude, I still couldn't recollect what I did in those days except umpteen number of movies in Devi/Satyam Theaters for which me and my friends used a catch a bus, foot-board on it to the theatre. That's the only recollection that I could think of. I am very much I didn't even spend a single time of which remotely useful to me in anyway, but time which I will cherish throughout, Days of unknown happiness. Days when me, Sathish and Chandru didn't know of the word boredom and a walk to the next bus stop was something which would thrill us to the maximum.

      Even with no vacation throughout the year, even with half weekends of a year to slog at the office, even with a day starting from 8 in the morning and ends at 12 in the night ( @ Office Premises ) ,those days of boring mundane activities and those days where you wish nobody calls you and all you like to do is lay on the bed and watch some boring movie, eat and sleep, its like
      2005
      BLINK OF A EYE
      2006
      WHAT 2006
      2007
      Before you finish uttering the previous years completion astonishment

      2008
      I thought yesterday was Jan 1 2005

      2009
      and Before I could write and post this blog..

      There it comes 2010. I see no light at the end of this ever lasting tunnel.

      I read the above 10 lines to see that I ended up writing something which is totally irrelevant to what I actually wanted to, which is to write about how I enjoyed my 2 week vacation.
      2010 Here it comes - Thursday, November 12, 2009 -

      Once upon a time in Nazi occupied France...

      If I am going to start this blog by saying ' After a long hiatus, I am back to blogging' its going to sound cliched.


      Lr.Aldo Raine : You know somethin', Utivich? I think this might just be my masterpiece.

      Not sure whether QT wanted this piece of dialogue to say for himself or Lr.Aldo Raine Swastika carving at the end of the movie. Yes that's what the Basterds do ( I will go with Tarantino way of spelling it ). They carve a Nazi Swastika to the last survivors to spread the word about the Inglourious Basterds. This is the modus operandi which they conceive and enter into France territory. This is one part of the screenplay. The other part shift focus to the revenge of a surviving girl whose families gets killed by Landa - The Jew Hunter. I will leave the plot here for the rest of you to watch it at the theatres. Initially I kind of doubted whether I would be able to follow the film given the nature of QTs film and above all the film set in the world war 2 era. One thing that I never understood and never cared to understand is the WW2, all those Nazis, France, German, Hitler, Third Reich Terminologies always confuse me. Hence I was pondering whether the film would have a complicating plot nothing like that, its a neat and solid story, never boring at any instant.

      After the successful Mokka from Aadhavan, Peraanamai and Kanden Kaadhlai, ( dont believe those reviews from those leading cinema dailies ), Iam gonna hunt and shoot those Reviewers and carve something onto their head. Inglourious Basterds was the perfect Saturday Night that happened to us after those unsuccessful attempts to watch a nice movie at the theatre. Soundtrack of the movie was excellent and its plays as yet another character in the movie especially the silence, somehow only QT brings the suspense and edge of the seat experience with this mute attempt. It seriously adds up tension and interest towards the film.

      The worst thing that is to happen towards the end of the movie is to pay Rs60 towards parking. Inox Complex should seriously reconsider this parking fee for people who come to watch the movie and not club it with the parking fee of the people who come for shopping, somehow they should differentiate between the two sect of people.

      http://blog.livemint.com/ - nice way to kill time, some nice reads are available here

      I really wish I can blog atleast once a week, something or another always comes up and also with rotating shift patterns at office and other engagements, I forgot that I sometimes used to blog. I am calling it a day today..actually its almost Sunday morning. Gotta get up early for Ramaks Marriage :) ...


      Once upon a time in Nazi occupied France... - Saturday, November 07, 2009 -

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