it’s admittedly embarrasing reading my previous post now… ‘cos the gunk that i am, haven’t still been able to make the sys stable.
thought i’d fixed the prob but the real shit is something else altogether. this is gonna take a while! am outta town frm tue, so i need to get this done sooner. which is a plan, yeah, but for the sweet little spot of bother… i don’t have a bloody clue where to start.
in other news – flyin over the cuckoo’s nest is gonna take a while!
feels great… my second innings with Linux. have installed Fedora, and this time i’m going straight for the kill… with all the tenacity n grit i had the first time around (fuck, that seems like memories from a past life now…)
am building a custom kernel for my machine… currently. once that’s done, i wanna get into patching it n testing… got no data here on the partition… 30 gigs dedicated just for my hackin n whackin pleasure…
this one’s goin to be a good holiday (:
like everything else in my life, this post too is out of context. it should, if common sense has an upper hand, feature in the “About The Alternative” section of the blog, but here it is, anyway… unapologetic and staring you in the face, whispering out to you this blog’s raison d’etre.
but had i not placed this pov here, chances are you’d go on drifting across the internet, without even understanding why this blog is call what this blog is called.
the alternative.
the alternative is everything that makes this world worth living. the alternative is the mother of freshness. the alternative is the mother of innovation. the alternative is a fresh perspective. the alternative is a different way to look at a thing. every single time you look at it. the alternative is about looking inside. about looking outside. the alternative is about looking the other way
the alternative is about hope. but. the alternative is not about second chances. just thought it’d be left best clarified.
how far can your credentials take you? ask shyam benegal.
just saw or should i say witnessed or should i say was subjected to or should i say cruelly exposed to his latest – welcome to sajjanpur. two hundred and thirty percent of unadulterated bollocks! that’s the snappy review for people who don’t want to go through the rest of this post. at least i give you that choice, that that dumb bengali with a swollen ego doesn’t seem to give you!
to dissect the suffering for you:
benegal, to be fair to him, would’ve made a good cook. a good khichdi cook, to be clear. he’s awesome in that he’s tried to tackle humor and socio-cultural issues in this movie, and predictably, nothing seems to have gone right for him.
it’s not funny, it’s not entertaining. it’s not even thought provoking.
the music can be fatal if you’ve gone to see this after a tough day at work. ditto for just about every other aspect of moviemaking in this film. from the acting to the script to the cinematography to the editing, the only reason i sit through the film is cos i hate it so much.
i infact love the fact that i hate it so much. cos i know people who’ll worship benegal even after this film. they’ll have an interpretation that we idiots can’t even aspire to fathom. so, i love it cos i hate those people, and tomorrow, just to see them hoity toity asses will make me laugh!
benegal, my advice to you – stop being like these business barons of india, jahaan lucrative market mila, wahin chal diye. focus on what you love, and chances are we will love it too. don’t go around competing with the likes of farah khan. like they say, she’ll drag you down to her level and then beat you with experience. that seems to have happened once, don’t let it happen again. not my madhur bhandarkar at least.
thank you.
have started exercising again. actually, shouldn’t use the word again, cos it makes it sound like i was regular ‘once upon a time’. which is as bloody much a lie as any self-respectin liar can put between himself and that shameless declaration. well, to be fair (n lovely) to me, it’s not like my entire life was spent busy being a vegetable. only my adult life was!
anyway, with a little will power (would’ve said lots of will power, but that’s a scarce resource in this overgrown baby’s life n times), a little fear of the known (i have ailments medical science doesn’t want to know about) and a little hope for a future where my health is not a source of biting off nails (toes aren’t spared, i’m ruthless) i intend to continue going out for these morning walks.
today, it was the powai lake. beautiful from far, and even more beautiful from afar. step close and you feel, hmmm… durtttttttttttty. with all of mumbai’s filth carefully and delicately decorated along its entire fuckin circumference, i had to inhale like i was paying (from my own pocket) 180 USD a breath of impure oxygen. now that is alright if you are healthy. but that is not alright, not one bit, if you are not healthy. and i, i am not ashamed to say, am not the healthy types. not one of those strong, silent men we so admire. so with my cute little hearth condition (my heart is slower than my brain – imagine!) it was getting, vot is the word i’m looking for…. tough!
anyway, the fuckin laptop battery is dying (i believe in omens, but today i’m not going to fret over this) and have to get dressed for work… so off i go! will be writing in more often.
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