Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sporadic Post!

Genius, they say, cannot be rushed. But obviously, The artist formerly known as Ping! wasn't aware of that when she decided to life-movie-soundtrack-tag (that's what they should call it!) me.

My initial response to the tag was to use Lady GaGa's "Poker Face" for all the categories. Because, really, you can't go wrong with lyrics like, "Pa-pa-pa-poker face, pa-pa-poker face. Mum-Mum-Mum-Mah." Even if it is for a fight scene. But, eventually, better judgement prevailed and I decided against the idea (because nothing attracts bad karma like a frivolously handled life-movie-soundtrack-tag).

So, here are the titles to the songs to the soundtrack to the movie to my life:

Opening credits: Don't Speak (I came to make a BANG!) - Eagles of Death Metal
Waking up : Float On - Modest Mouse
Average day: 11 A.M. - Incubus, Insectivora - The Constantines
First date: Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez
Falling in love: To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens, Pachuca Sunrise - Minus the Bear
Love scene: Angel - Massive Attack, Hunter - Portishead
Fight scene: Seek & Destroy - Metallica, Counterfeit - Limp Bizkit, Jesus Christ Pose - Soundgarden
Breaking up: Undone (The Sweater Song) - Weezer
Getting back together: The Ghost of You Lingers - Spoon, Legendary - Lou Barlow
Secret love: When Doves Cry - Prince
Life's okay: The Fake Headlines - The New Pornographers, Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles
Mental breakdown: Only Shallow - My Bloody Valentine, Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Driving: Tom Sawyer - Rush, Everlong - Foo Fighters
Learning a lesson: Instrumental - Lupe Fiasco, This Place is a Prison - The Postal Service
Deep thought: The Noose - A Perfect Circle, Don't Panic - Coldplay
Flashback: Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead, Yesterdays - Guns N' Roses
Partying: Rock Your Body - Justin Timberlake, North American Scum - LCD Soundsystem
Happy dance: Faith - George Michael, Funny Little Feeling - Rock n Roll Soldiers
Regretting: Ballad of a Thin Man - Bob Dylan, Babe I'm Gonna Leave You - Led Zeppelin
Long night alone: Selfless, Cold and Composed - Ben Folds Five
Death scene: Not Enough - Our Lady Peace
Closing credits: Da Art of Storytellin' (Part 2) - Outkast

Everyone. Discuss.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Dear Zack Snyder,



Just found out that the ending to "Watchmen" (watch the trailers here and here) is missing the squid. And that ticks me off.

I'm not the kinda fanboy who's a stickler for details and that's why I didn't make too much of the many aberrations in the trailers. But this is just not on. It seems to me that the importance placed on thematic faithfulness is being tossed around as an excuse all too often. Dropping the squid citing "unfilmability" just proves Alan Moore was right all along. "Watchmen" is purely a graphic novel and it never made sense to make a movie adaptation.

I'll still be catching the movie, though. Because it's "Watchmen" and because I'm hoping I'm wrong about all this. But I know it's impossible for any movie-adaptation, no matter how good, to match that "Watchmen" je-ne-sais-quoi.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

A Tag is merely an excuse....

The scourge of the blogosphere has just been tagged. And tagged he has been by none other than the Tamil Taskmistress herself.

As per the rules, this here post of mine is supposed to be about the 6th picture in my 6th images folder. Simple enough if I happened to actually have 6 image folders. But as fate would have it, I have none. So, in order to resolve this predicament, I turned to something that has helped me through many a crisis....

My Comics Folder (Technically, they are images. So, what the hell, right?)

This hallowed location on my hard disk is home to countless mind-shatteringly awesome comic book panels. But the one I'm about to present before you is especially spectacular.
[Disclaimer: You might want to sit down for this.]

Behold! Straight from the pages of Batman - Hush #1....

Pictured above (L-R): Hostage Kid, Batman on a slow Tuesday, Killer Croc

In theory, appreciation of awesomeness is pretty much my only reason to live. And they just don't come anymore awesome than this. If I had my way, every panel ever drawn would look like this.

The artwork here is by Jim Lee. Lee's attention to detail has made him my absolute favourite penciller since I first got into comic books, and frames like these reaffirm his status as one of the greatest in the industry. Of course, no panel can look nearly as cool as this one without the vision of a first-rate writer like Jeph Loeb.

The other, more obvious reason behind the awesomeness of this image is, of course, Batman. I love Batman. As much as a heterosexual male can. I was once asked about who I think would win if Batman and Darth Vader went head-to-head. I have failed, after numerous attempts, to come up with any conceivable scenario where Darth Vader manages to win. And that guy can kill you with his freakin' mind. What I'm trying to say is that Batman will MESS YOU UP. A lesson Killer Croc learns the hard way in the pages that follow.

My mindless extolment of the many virtues of Batman must stop now as there is sleeping to be done. I choose to tag Gja (because I know not any other previously untagged blogger who posts on a regular basis), and I hope the ass takes some time off from nerdifying and keeps this thing going.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Today I saw Roger Federer cry. I think a part of me died inside.

I will never be the same again....


Ah! Wordplay! Truly a lost art...

Friday, November 14, 2008

"To be great is to be misunderstood."

He was always more than just a great cricketer to Calcutta. It was never about the elegance of those square cuts or the magnificence of those dances down the pitch. It was never about the cricket. Numerous adjectives have attempted to describe the city's love for its champion: unconditional, irrational, parochial. The reason, however, has been just one: pride. Pride over a local hero who transformed the city from one that loved the game to one that celebrated it.

A stroke played a flash too early brought this Prince to his end. Many saw it as inglorious. But he was never one for perfect endings. His was a story that will be remembered for its imperfections. For it was the imperfections that brought forth his struggle against his weaknesses. And he was a man of many weaknesses. But never a weak man.

Farewell, dear Prince. And thank you for the memories....

Friday, October 10, 2008


I have a friend. His name is Nikhil. I hate him immensely.

Mostly, because he keeps designing awesome websites which remind me of how I can't design awesome websites and that, I believe, is a blemish on my otherwise unchallenged radness. His latest creation is a micro-blogging website.....

It is, what you would call.... Awesome! It's also Twitter-compliant. So you can seamlessly (yes, I just said "seamlessly". I swear I'm not getting paid for this. Just doing it out of the goodness of my heart.) redirect your updates from there to your Twitter page. So, if you're into this blogging thing, that kids these days keep talking about, give it a visit.

The Wikyl chapter of this blog can be found on Although, not as wholesome (or handsome) as this one, it should be home to more frequent updates.