Was watching this new series - Heroes. Initially, seemed like mayhem - characters getting introduced after every commercial break and each one of them having weird powers. Looks like something out of Nickelodeon? Well, it is. Its as crazy as it sounds. But some how these firangs have the capability to take a bizzare topic and turn it into 'edge of your seat' interesting (think Independence Day and X-Files). We don't for once think of it as stupid and impossible. Hell, its the impossible factor that draws us to it. We call it - entertaining the child within us. Superman, Batman, Spiderman - hugely successful films - not because of special effects but simply because they are larger than life.
Shaktiman - I don't remember being an avid fan of this serial but I have cousins who swear by it (well, I don't think thy've reached that age yet!). And I scorn. How can you like a serial as inane as Shaktiman? It shows a middle-aged, potbellied man saving lives and the world - in a costume. Is it because we don't have the CGI and special effects upto the standard? No. Its our mind, and the way we think. West is the best. However crazy, dumb, stupid, incomprehensible it may be. Dhoom 2 is a smash hit. I know why. I will probably never like Shaktiman, I am blinded by the phoren culture. But someday I would want to appreciate those K-serials as much as Baywatch and Beverly Hills.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Vanity
"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us." - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
This ain't a book review. Pride and Prejudice, being one of my all time favorite books deserves a worthy mention here. And if you know me, you'll probably expect a lot more posts of this kind, books being the one of the few things I am passionate about.
I like feeling nostalgic. There is something about nostalgia and memories that stirs up some chemical in our body which invariably makes us feel good - even if the memory is bad. I cannot believe that a thought about one's past can invoke such a strong bodily reaction. Amazing.
Coming back to the post, Jane Austen has taken love as a metaphor in explaining this simple vice that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives. Pride - is it ever justified? I knew a girl back in high school who had it all - looks, brains, luck. And she was proud of it. I hated her back then. Why she and why not me? Everybody has a right to an opinion, be it of themselves or others. So why did most of us hate this rather sweet girl who just revelled in what god had given to her? I wouldn't have understood it then. I do now. They say maturity comes with age. Rightly so. I have still to meet vanity in her human form.
This ain't a book review. Pride and Prejudice, being one of my all time favorite books deserves a worthy mention here. And if you know me, you'll probably expect a lot more posts of this kind, books being the one of the few things I am passionate about.
I like feeling nostalgic. There is something about nostalgia and memories that stirs up some chemical in our body which invariably makes us feel good - even if the memory is bad. I cannot believe that a thought about one's past can invoke such a strong bodily reaction. Amazing.
Coming back to the post, Jane Austen has taken love as a metaphor in explaining this simple vice that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives. Pride - is it ever justified? I knew a girl back in high school who had it all - looks, brains, luck. And she was proud of it. I hated her back then. Why she and why not me? Everybody has a right to an opinion, be it of themselves or others. So why did most of us hate this rather sweet girl who just revelled in what god had given to her? I wouldn't have understood it then. I do now. They say maturity comes with age. Rightly so. I have still to meet vanity in her human form.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
RED
Those of you who know me would have predicted very correctly that my first post had to be on the color red. Whats my obsession with this alluring color?
Well, first of all, you cannot call it an obsession so much as a strong liking. Everyone has a favorite color - no denying it. It is just one of the many trivial things that seem to describe a person rather completely - don't agree with me? Check your inbox and you will invariably find at least one email telling you your personality with a fair amount of accuracy on the basis of your favorite color/day/number etc. But this is not the point of this post.
I wanted to write about something as simple as red. It means nothing. It means something. It means so much. Go to a restaurant and red will tell you that you are hungry (its an appetizing color). Red will tell you to stop at a traffic signal. Red will tell you are married. Red will tell you went to Harvard. Red will tell bloodshed. Anger. Frustration. Passion. A color can tell so much.
But this is red as you would know it. Red, for me is childhood. (I remember saying it with an emphasis on the D - REDDD - I want a red dress, toy, barbie, schoolbag). Red for me is serenity (I wouldn't have painted a wall in my house red if I didn't think so!). Red for me is my future - bright. strong. undefeatable. Also, hello Harvard. ;)
UPDATE (Nov 2009): Red = Stanford too!
Well, first of all, you cannot call it an obsession so much as a strong liking. Everyone has a favorite color - no denying it. It is just one of the many trivial things that seem to describe a person rather completely - don't agree with me? Check your inbox and you will invariably find at least one email telling you your personality with a fair amount of accuracy on the basis of your favorite color/day/number etc. But this is not the point of this post.
I wanted to write about something as simple as red. It means nothing. It means something. It means so much. Go to a restaurant and red will tell you that you are hungry (its an appetizing color). Red will tell you to stop at a traffic signal. Red will tell you are married. Red will tell you went to Harvard. Red will tell bloodshed. Anger. Frustration. Passion. A color can tell so much.
But this is red as you would know it. Red, for me is childhood. (I remember saying it with an emphasis on the D - REDDD - I want a red dress, toy, barbie, schoolbag). Red for me is serenity (I wouldn't have painted a wall in my house red if I didn't think so!). Red for me is my future - bright. strong. undefeatable. Also, hello Harvard. ;)
UPDATE (Nov 2009): Red = Stanford too!
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