Days 14-16: “Poohnaye!” said the obnoxious vocalist.
This chapter comes to a close. We haven’t figured out how we’re taking to the sands of Goa but it still is a hope. Beer and crab, I sincerely chant.
There is this horrid rehashing of Mile Sur Hamara on television all day today. I might hurt a few patriotic flutters with this sort of comment but God, that song!
India is a republic, 60 years and counting. I’m not sure what that means. One thing though, a news channel, Headlines Today, I believe, in all it’s free world might, went nuts over how the day’s parade wasn’t flashy enough and how it was time for the privatization of the day’s events. Hah. I don’t even know why this warrants any thought. Also, we officially hate fog. We’re most likely to blame the capital’s fog on Hockey officials. Excellent.
Pune has been an essay in laze. The only thing of some significance is I might move from Vodka to Gin for a bit. Time to stay off the wrath of Romanov. Egad.
Sachin runs the bongs ragged in two tests. Good to see.
Caught Rocket Singh. Barring the argument that it’s a tad long, I think it’s probably one of the movies of the year. Simple. Not entirely obvious in it’s script or execution. It is an underdog story like any other, ashes (at the outset) to ashes (at a strategically poised moment – 20min from the close) and then FEEHNIXXX!
Burn evil corporate person/opposition coach/horrid aunt. But it does have character. Shimit Amin scores again.
Also Delhi 6 got a nomination for Best Music at the Filmfare awards. Finally! Probably end up losing to Kaminey at the end but Rahman – fight on man!
Roger Wilco. Over and out.
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