Wednesday, July 1, 2009

One Conversation Gone Bad

I believe we come across many English comedies that leave us in splits. But this one is from a Hollywood film. Stanley Tucci's directed and acted alongwith Oliver Platt in this class comedy which is about two struggling theatre/ film actors who have to scamper for their daily bread.

This particular situation made me roll in laughter like a child. Just check the dialogues out. All this effort by the starving duo was to have creampuffs for free.

Maurice (Oliver Platt): [has just finished eating a pastry; part of a scheme to get free pastries] I hate them.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Oh, I'm sorry; to each his own. There's another bakery shop down the block whose wares might be more to your liking. Thank you for coming in.
[to Arthur (Stanley Tucci)]
Baker in Kramer's Pastries: May I help you, sir?

Arthur: Yes, would you excuse me a moment? I'm sorry,
[to Maurice]
Arthur: I couldn't help but overhear, excuse me, sir, um, but may I say that your rudeness to this hard-working gentleman is uncalled for.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Please, sir
Maurice: I beg your pardon.
Arthur: No, I beg yours, sir. I happen to know that this gentleman
[refers to the baker]
Arthur: is one of the finest pastry chefs on the Eastern seaboard.
Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Well, thank you.
Arthur: You're welcome.
Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Do I know you?
Arthur: Of course you do.
Maurice: What's your point?
Arthur: My point is, sir, that you would not know a good creampuff if it jumped up and licked you on the ass.

Maurice: Well...
Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Sir, it's just a difference in taste.
Arthur: No, no. this man is clearly an imbecile.
Maurice: Ah, an insult!
[quietly to Arthur]
Maurice: I'm in-I'm insulted?
Arthur: Yes.
Maurice: I'm insulted! Well, I am!
Arthur: Oh, well good-good-good-good! Well, I'm glad you are! But I'm sure you're not as insulted as this gentleman!

Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Oh, I'm not insulted.

Arthur: Oh, yes you are! The man works all day like a mule to support his miserable family.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries: Well, here now, my family isn't miserable. We're all quite happy!

Arthur: No, you're not! You're miserable and pathetic, look at you!
[ignoring his protest]
Arthur: All day, working like a lackey from rise to set sweating in the eye of Phoebus!

Baker in Kramer's Pastries: I love my work!
Arthur: No, you don't!
Arthur: What a fool you are!

Baker in Kramer's Pastries: I am *not* a fool!
Arthur: Oh, yes you are!

Maurice: Sir, you really sholdn't talk to this gentleman that way. You like the cream puffs. I *don't* like the cream puffs.


I'm sure many of us have been in such similar catch-22s in our lives!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Dharamsala - A Return to Serenity in pictures

I was in this heaven last winter December 2007, thought I would like to share the experience with you. There was much to write, but then probably my camera clicking skills might take over the words. Just kidding at that...Honest, I do not have words to describe Dharamsala....

On the way - This is Karnal, Ambala

Im So happy to reach!

Chamba VAlley

Banikhet - 11 am - could you believe it?

Tea At a Dhaba - Couldn't help take this pic

Pamlful of sun

Monks at the Dalai Lama Monastery passing by

Hindu ascetic - He demanded 20 bucks after I took this one!

Monks at the Mcleodgunj Main market

Another monk passing by...oh no its me!

Prayer Wheels at the monastery - I always wanted to take this redundant angle!

This one too!

The Monastery by the Market

Relics inside the Dalai Lama Monastery

A beautiful evening spent at the pub at the Market square

With a Mongolian friend who didn't know a word of English!

I have some more interesting pictures..coming soon

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Itna Paisa Mein Itnaich Milenga...

I believe the vagaries of life have been too taxing upon me to revel in words for a while now. It’s been more of human, mechanical, official, a little less of musical, a lot of parties and new acquaintances, drifting away from old ones and coming back close to them - till now when I stumbled upon a row of blogs that fascinated me. 

This is when instinctively got me back to the world of words. It feels good and warm if you ask me. This post will be all about the dance music party scene, without any references or offences to any 'party' (pun intended).

I adore and enjoy live acts. There's the grind, the sweat, the cacophonous melee of cahooting party people cavorting around with happy faces. Now this is what we all expect out of a wild night, no?

But then these days in the times of national security issues, rising inflation, infanticides, farmer suicides, campaigning criminals, criminals in uniform – wait, am I getting too morose with all this…all right, then allow me to state that these times are the best times to party all the more given the situation, every urban being requires a vent out! That comes in form of a Friday/ Saturday Nights or Sunday Afternoons of sheer Mayhem. No I do not intend to sound like a satyr.

It is good to meet old and new friends around hopping from table to table, floor to floor, making funny signs around at people you know and even those whom you don’t. That is when you get great energies, vibes, the juice, you know what I mean.

I do not want to stand like a mannequin with my lady of the night mannequin with a drink in hand and sway like a pompous noble to the beat. No! I need to have a good time that evening for all dough that one spends and takes pain to travel from one end of town to visit the artiste performing alongside meeting up with buddies.

Mumbai needs to have night hubs that represent you - I’ve always cited the existence of follower clubs and city joints in Bombay. Something that Germany, UK, Norway, and other European countries have. Punk, Grunge, Space, Gothic, Korova, Cult, Cine, Horror, Pink Love Beds, so on and so forth many kinds of hubs! It would be real fun to hang around in these places as there would be a feeling of belonging to be at such jaunts.

However over here in Bombay, its a ‘mix-mash-forcematchup’ of all things that really spoil the fun. Something that is not Bhangra or Bollywood or Retro, is condidered out of the way or niche.

So…we are like that only. Itna Paisa Mein Itnaich Milenga!