Starring: Cameron Diaz, Jude Law, Kate Winslet, Jack Black
Saw the movie on HBO today and loved it.
The story is about two women who break up with the men in their lives and decide to switch houses (one stays 40 kms away from London, the other in Los Angeles) cos they so badly need a break [pun intended] and get over their respective loser men.
Well, of course, they both have to go and fall in love again and all that, but the movie is quite decent and pretty entertaining. The scenery is awesome, Diaz’s LA home is sooperb, the London countryside is breathtaking… [So is Jude Law, by the way]
But the best part of the movie is the two kiddies, their tent, and Mr Napkin Man. Such adorable cutsie-pies…
Saturday, October 4, 2008
I feel like the Reader’s Digest Quotable Quotes section!
I still can’t figure out how I get unnecessarily embroiled in major counseling sessions, where of all things, I am ‘advising’ people, sometimes perfect strangers, on how to get over their problems and move on in life and so on and so forth.
[HA! If I could follow half of my advice as easily as I’m giving them I’ll be a much better person!]
That in itself should be funny enough, but funnier is the way I should sound. I remind myself of the Reader’s Digest Quotable Quotes section! Some amazing quotes, some not so amazing ones, some that u can’t really figure out for sure but mostly, none of which you will remember by the time you finish reading the Digest.
Sigh…
Sometimes I think I should write down all my quotes… [Some of them are quite good, though I do say so myself, and some are pretty gross, I admit…] Then I can glance through them once in a while and pep myself up or something. Or the next time I’m into a ‘session’, I can put them in front of me for reference…
But no amount of advice or counseling is going to help unless the person is willing to make some changes in his/her life. More often than not, people are so caught up in feeling sorry for themselves and are so loving wallowing in that self pity that they only want others to listen to their sob stories and sympathise…
Ugh… Sad that is…
But sadder maybe is the fact that I’d wholeheartedly jump right into the counseling boat the next time someone shouted for help too.
Stuff I’ve ‘counseled’ on:
How to fall in love
How to get over a break up and move on
How to get over the marriage fear psychosis
A lengthy discourse on maintaining fidelity in marriage
Hmm… maybe I should publish a book. And title it ‘Mutton Soup for the Soul’. A friend, who just recently called me an Agony Aunt, and I were discussing the possibilities of coming up with quotable quotes and getting it profitably published.
So hey,
WANTED: People who desperately need to be counseled.
Any issue, any concern, will cease to be a problem once you’ve been counseled by ME.
PS. No offense to any person living or dead whom I have uh… ‘counselled’. This is a sarcastic post against myself and there is no intent to hurt any sentiments, even that of myself.
[HA! If I could follow half of my advice as easily as I’m giving them I’ll be a much better person!]
That in itself should be funny enough, but funnier is the way I should sound. I remind myself of the Reader’s Digest Quotable Quotes section! Some amazing quotes, some not so amazing ones, some that u can’t really figure out for sure but mostly, none of which you will remember by the time you finish reading the Digest.
Sigh…
Sometimes I think I should write down all my quotes… [Some of them are quite good, though I do say so myself, and some are pretty gross, I admit…] Then I can glance through them once in a while and pep myself up or something. Or the next time I’m into a ‘session’, I can put them in front of me for reference…
But no amount of advice or counseling is going to help unless the person is willing to make some changes in his/her life. More often than not, people are so caught up in feeling sorry for themselves and are so loving wallowing in that self pity that they only want others to listen to their sob stories and sympathise…
Ugh… Sad that is…
But sadder maybe is the fact that I’d wholeheartedly jump right into the counseling boat the next time someone shouted for help too.
Stuff I’ve ‘counseled’ on:
How to fall in love
How to get over a break up and move on
How to get over the marriage fear psychosis
A lengthy discourse on maintaining fidelity in marriage
Hmm… maybe I should publish a book. And title it ‘Mutton Soup for the Soul’. A friend, who just recently called me an Agony Aunt, and I were discussing the possibilities of coming up with quotable quotes and getting it profitably published.
So hey,
WANTED: People who desperately need to be counseled.
Any issue, any concern, will cease to be a problem once you’ve been counseled by ME.
PS. No offense to any person living or dead whom I have uh… ‘counselled’. This is a sarcastic post against myself and there is no intent to hurt any sentiments, even that of myself.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Amma, Ini-amma, Nonamma, Onini
All four names are used by my Lil Naughty Angel (LNA) to refer to me. When she calls me what depends on her mood and mine.
If I am glaring at her for doing something exceptionally naughty, LNA will smile and grin and repeatedly call me ‘amma’ till she manages to elicit at least the thinnest of smiles from me. Then she will promptly do her naughty deed once more. [!! I’m still flabbergasted at this. !!]
When she keeps chanting Amma-amma-amma is when I know LNA wants me to do something for her. Usually it is to pick her up and take her gallivanting around the place; or when she wants something that is ‘no-no’ for her; or when her nursery rhyme has stopped playing for the wee three seconds that it takes to jump from one clip to another…!
LNA refers to me as Ini-amma when she doesn’t spy me around for more than the few minutes allowed for me to disappear from her line of vision. (Ini-amma is the shortened and manageable version of ‘Rohini-amma’ by this one-year-old. So is the case with Nonamma.) So she will go to her grandparents or whoever she is with and keep repeating Ini-amma, to mean she wants to be taken to me. [cute, na?]
Nonamma is when the lil naughty angel is pampering me! She will hug me and shower me with kisses and ‘allow’ me to play dumb tickling games with her when she is in this mood. And the term Nonamma will also be interspersed with Amma and sometimes Ini-amma.
Onini is Rohini—nothing more nothing less, except for that R—in all its authority. It is used sparingly, and only when LNA knows for sure I am in a good mood, for she knows that she shouldn’t be calling me by name.
But little does the little one know that the moment she calls me Onini in that tone of hers, I’ve melted. No matter what foul mood, that Onini of hers can put my heart and mind and soul at ease, and how!
If I am glaring at her for doing something exceptionally naughty, LNA will smile and grin and repeatedly call me ‘amma’ till she manages to elicit at least the thinnest of smiles from me. Then she will promptly do her naughty deed once more. [!! I’m still flabbergasted at this. !!]
When she keeps chanting Amma-amma-amma is when I know LNA wants me to do something for her. Usually it is to pick her up and take her gallivanting around the place; or when she wants something that is ‘no-no’ for her; or when her nursery rhyme has stopped playing for the wee three seconds that it takes to jump from one clip to another…!
LNA refers to me as Ini-amma when she doesn’t spy me around for more than the few minutes allowed for me to disappear from her line of vision. (Ini-amma is the shortened and manageable version of ‘Rohini-amma’ by this one-year-old. So is the case with Nonamma.) So she will go to her grandparents or whoever she is with and keep repeating Ini-amma, to mean she wants to be taken to me. [cute, na?]
Nonamma is when the lil naughty angel is pampering me! She will hug me and shower me with kisses and ‘allow’ me to play dumb tickling games with her when she is in this mood. And the term Nonamma will also be interspersed with Amma and sometimes Ini-amma.
Onini is Rohini—nothing more nothing less, except for that R—in all its authority. It is used sparingly, and only when LNA knows for sure I am in a good mood, for she knows that she shouldn’t be calling me by name.
But little does the little one know that the moment she calls me Onini in that tone of hers, I’ve melted. No matter what foul mood, that Onini of hers can put my heart and mind and soul at ease, and how!
Deepika rocks!
For a first timer, Deepika Padukone is awesome in Om Shanti Om.
At no point did I feel she was gawky or stiff or overdoing anything. Thought she was a complete natural. She oozed the right amount of emotion where emotion was required; she was perfect in the first half, as the superstar living with a painful secret, and more than perfect as the craziest fan who doesn’t so much wannabe a famous actress. There was no overdoing of anything anywhere.
[On the other hand, where did the poor thing have a chance for it, when all of the overdoing was being monopolised by SRK? Tch.]
That she could render the ‘ek chutki sindoor…’ scene in two entirely different ways (one full of emotion and one comical) was quite impressive. Not that other actresses cannot do it, but that as a first timer she did it so smoothly.
Ah… that’s the word I want—Smooth! She’s confident and smooth. No rawness about her anywhere.
[Oh all right, I saw the movie only very recently—almost a year late. And those of you who cannot remember the scenes mentioned, may of course watch the whole movie all over again, provided you can suffer SRK and his antics!]
At no point did I feel she was gawky or stiff or overdoing anything. Thought she was a complete natural. She oozed the right amount of emotion where emotion was required; she was perfect in the first half, as the superstar living with a painful secret, and more than perfect as the craziest fan who doesn’t so much wannabe a famous actress. There was no overdoing of anything anywhere.
[On the other hand, where did the poor thing have a chance for it, when all of the overdoing was being monopolised by SRK? Tch.]
That she could render the ‘ek chutki sindoor…’ scene in two entirely different ways (one full of emotion and one comical) was quite impressive. Not that other actresses cannot do it, but that as a first timer she did it so smoothly.
Ah… that’s the word I want—Smooth! She’s confident and smooth. No rawness about her anywhere.
[Oh all right, I saw the movie only very recently—almost a year late. And those of you who cannot remember the scenes mentioned, may of course watch the whole movie all over again, provided you can suffer SRK and his antics!]
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
MEN!!!
“Men are so practical!” I looked up at my sister-in-law’s flabbergasted face, waiting to hear why she had uttered the remark in that particular tone. “I’m so glad I have a daughter and not a son,” she adds. Hmm… curioser and curioser, think I. “R’s mom passed away,” she says, “and they are donating her body to the medical college!!!”
Eeeks…
(R is chechi’s colleague and when his mother was admitted in the hospital with a stroke, chechi and another colleague [of the feminine gender] went to visit the family in the hospital. Only to find that the mother was in the ICU and her family—R, his brother and father—were at a hotel room. “What are you guys doing at the hospital?1?” was R’s comment when the ladies called to find out their whereabouts.)
So…
“Oh how nice,” remarked a family friend who is also a diagnostician. Then seeing the looks on our faces she adds, “I mean, they are giving away the body for dissection…”
Yewh…
It was the mother’s last will that her body should either be harvested for its organs or that it should be donated to the medical college. Since the organs have to be donated within two hours of the person’s death and that was not possible in this case, the body was donated.
“How can you wish for something like that?” was another remark that the body donation issue elicited. “How will the children be able to sleep in peace knowing that their mother’s body was lying in God knows what condition in some hospital somewhere?”
Erk…
Before handing over the body to those concerned, the father and the sons took the body for a drive in the ambulance. They took their mother to the places she had lived in in the city.
Eeeks…
(R is chechi’s colleague and when his mother was admitted in the hospital with a stroke, chechi and another colleague [of the feminine gender] went to visit the family in the hospital. Only to find that the mother was in the ICU and her family—R, his brother and father—were at a hotel room. “What are you guys doing at the hospital?1?” was R’s comment when the ladies called to find out their whereabouts.)
So…
“Oh how nice,” remarked a family friend who is also a diagnostician. Then seeing the looks on our faces she adds, “I mean, they are giving away the body for dissection…”
Yewh…
It was the mother’s last will that her body should either be harvested for its organs or that it should be donated to the medical college. Since the organs have to be donated within two hours of the person’s death and that was not possible in this case, the body was donated.
“How can you wish for something like that?” was another remark that the body donation issue elicited. “How will the children be able to sleep in peace knowing that their mother’s body was lying in God knows what condition in some hospital somewhere?”
Erk…
Before handing over the body to those concerned, the father and the sons took the body for a drive in the ambulance. They took their mother to the places she had lived in in the city.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Time, time, time...
There are times when I wish somebody invented a certain something that could record your thoughts. Oh, only when you want it to, of course... otherwise, uh... all those millions of thoughts getting recorded is a lil too risky, what? heh heh.
So... this certain something would proceed to record thoughts when told to and reproduce them as text (paper or electronic) as and when required and oh momma!! it would be so much easier to maintain my blog. I could blog away when I'm feeding my baby, when I'm washing her soiled clothes, when I'm cooking... oh the possibilities are immense, I say.
Hasn't anyone invented such a certain something yet? tch tch...
And if someone has, and I'm the one who's out of date, do lemme know somebody.
So... this certain something would proceed to record thoughts when told to and reproduce them as text (paper or electronic) as and when required and oh momma!! it would be so much easier to maintain my blog. I could blog away when I'm feeding my baby, when I'm washing her soiled clothes, when I'm cooking... oh the possibilities are immense, I say.
Hasn't anyone invented such a certain something yet? tch tch...
And if someone has, and I'm the one who's out of date, do lemme know somebody.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Amma
Amma (mother)!!! My two-month old daughter still ain’t old enough to call me Amma of course, but I refer myself to her as such. And man… the feeling the term invokes in me is nothing that the many baby books and Internet websites talk about at all. In fact, I figure in the other extreme—the term infuses in me the weirdest of weird feelings.
More than anything else, I’m amused—b’cos I still don’t feel like an ‘Amma’…then there is joy—understandably…then a sense of responsibility…a feeling of protectiveness, of warmth, a deep sense of affection and tolerance…and then there is fear—fear that I might not be able to live up to the gravity of the term Amma…
And at times when my lil angel looks up at me and grins with utmost devotion and admiration in her eyes… Jeez…I feel so, so unworthy of it.
More than anything else, I’m amused—b’cos I still don’t feel like an ‘Amma’…then there is joy—understandably…then a sense of responsibility…a feeling of protectiveness, of warmth, a deep sense of affection and tolerance…and then there is fear—fear that I might not be able to live up to the gravity of the term Amma…
And at times when my lil angel looks up at me and grins with utmost devotion and admiration in her eyes… Jeez…I feel so, so unworthy of it.
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