Auto II

This time the auto driver wasnt maniacal. He was downright suicidal. When I finally arrived at my destination I heaved a sigh of relief. My life would have been utterly unfulfilled if I had died without knowing the results of the assembly elections. Was the exit polls intriguing or what. I have to know if Karthik managed to split the caste vote, if indeed Vijaykanth managed to garner so much support, if poor Vaiko didnt do well. Its a nail biting finish, no doubt.

Auto

I got into an auto driven by a maniac. Ofcourse this maniac was the only one who would give me a ride. He zipped and zoomed past blurry objects without a care in the world, refusing to allow me to meditate on the plagiarism scandal. Now I dont have anything intelligent to say about the role of the packaging company or genre literature.

Image

Saw this man sauntering in the mall. An open shirt over a tee, baggy shorts, shades, good shoes - the works. And prominent across his throat, the thread of twice born.

Have been wanting to blog. But my time is spent on watching TV and reading tamil magazines. Election is so entertaining. The tamil voter is being wooed with a remarkable intensity. The campaign is so colorful.

Finished Guns, Germs and Steel. Remarkable, sort of an 'Aha' book. I could almost see the bulb turning on in my brain when I read some passages.

Also discovered some unfinished pieces that I had written long long ago. My writing has deteriorated considerably. It is official. I am getting older, not better. What a depressing thought.

New glasses

I got a hip new glass. Spectacles that is. I told the optometrist somewhat frantically that there is something wrong with my depth perception after I put it on. He told me in a couple of hours my eyes will adjust. I suppose he meant my brain. What an amazing piece of machinery.

Movies...

Watched a lot of movies in the last three days - Iqbal, Rang de basanti, part of Sinbad, Byron.

Cant understand what the fuss is all about for Rang de basanti. I thought it was quite mediocre and glib.
Iqbal ranked much better as a mushy movie. Kukkanoor has come a long way from Hyderabad blues. I still think Bolywood calling is his best so far. Nevertheless, Iqbal is to be appreciated for daring to be slow.
Whos bad - Sinbad! Only a hollywood movie can think of a tag line like that.

Byron a BBC production was again a case in point for another bold biography that gets made often in the west. I don't see those much in India. We rarely have good biographical movies that are very honest. Even for people long dead and gone. No doubt because of the fear of getting lynched. A mathematics loving wife [scathingly named princess of parallelograms by Byron] suffering a sensual pleasure seeking husband is worth highlighting.