Mafia and Kochi have an instant connect with the average malayali. And so is the life of the migrant tamizhan in Kerala. And when you have a colossal movie of the same name set in Rio de Janeiro, you just got to get your act together. And City of God doesn’t disappoint you. Prithviraj is a serious contender for being numer uno and he proves it yet again. Notwithstanding the raw theme, I love almost everything about this movie – even the villain. Cocktail, Chaappa Kurish and this one down, the newly found experimental mode of movie making in malayalam cinema is on the rise.
Outcast Vocals 2 and Neha Nair (performing in the video clips below) work like magic for me. Just when I know things are not going the right way, I play this clip and by the end of the 8 minutes of the song, I know I am back to being my usual self. Her forte is in improvising the old malayalam and tamil classics to suit the listeners of the modern day. Its light and breezy with minimal orchestra.And when you have an electrifying voice backing up the song, the power of her music becomes indeed amazing. So much so that after my recommendation, my marathi friend got head over heels for her music and is a proud devotee! 😛 Now that I have effectively managed to sell you her brand of music, enjoy the clips. 🙂
The all new Facebook block feature has taken it to a very literal level. You block someone on Facebook after you unfriend them and then you realize that you are not even left with the traces of them on your feed. The access to their profile is blocked, their comments on a common thread don’t appear on your feed and
you cannot reverse the blocking action (well you could if you were a pussy ofcourse). Awesome!
In other news, the winter is taking its effect in this part of the world with low to very low intensity intermittent rains. And I am slowly getting into the comforts of my fur coated winter wears now.
Its almost 2 months in Lisbon and life has undergone a shift of sorts in this time frame. The course work is getting more demanding by the day and it requires much of my focus on a more regular basis. The old days of sailing through the coursework (during the bachelors) is a thing of the past. Though I must admit I am liking the way the academics go about in this part of the globe. Rot learning, as was prevalent in India no longer exists. And there is a distinct relationship between theoretical study and its application in the real space.
Sure it demands more work but I think this works well if you are the kind who detests unreasonable and irrelevant intake of information, much of which becomes useless for the best part of your life ahead. What you get with a master is more of an optimized , no-nonsense holistic approach towards learning. I am not trying to look down on the Indian system of postgraduate education, but I feel this is what works best for me.
I am absolutely in love with the fact that this world and the people inhabiting it are failing to recognize the pit falls that are coming out, slowly yet surely into the open. Its like everyone is hallucinating and their minds have been switched off. The India Against Corruption movement got plagued with corruption allegations, chappals and sandals were thrown at the patrons, people started walking out fearing the political turn of events in the IAC and the movement just fizzed out, the very same way as it sprouted up.
And that is not it. Gaddafi died and the Libyans started to celebrate. America said it is a historic day and the rest of the world nodded their heads in agreement. The promise for an alternate leadership in Libya sounded optimistic at the beginning, but nobody, not even America says a thing about the patch work that has to be done to bring up the republic, which was plentiful of riches not-so-long ago.
And then there are these people who are making all the noises in the vicinity. Some are getting married, some are trying to get laid, some are coming out of a bad marriage, some are breaking up, some are waging internal wars and conflicts, some are just trying to look cool and a few others are playing the middle men. And I especially despise these middle men. For they are putting one leg on each boat, not knowing where it is taking them to. Trying to be genuine and being genuine are two different things. Yet, they think the honeymoon shall last forever.