6 years of hard work on this film was totally, absolutely worth it.
I thought I’d liked Frozen. And I do, I really do, but there’s just something about this movie that makes me smile and I would never change the channel if it was on TV. I love this movie so so much, that’s I’d watch it in Hindi if it was on TV.
And I did. When there’s nothing interesting to watch, I venture into the kids’ section. And one day, it was on Disney Channel, and in Hindi. I watched it till my mother came and till I had to surrender the TV remote to her (it was her time).
One of the main reasons why I love this movie the way I love it is because the emotions are so raw and pure. They’re not hidden, and you feel every feeling and emotion flow from the movie and straight to you. You laugh, you cry, you smile and you grin and you gouge your eyes out in pain. Then you cry and sniff and smile and laugh some more and release a breath of contentment when the movie is over.
It’s the best kind of movie for an emotional mess like me. I never get tired of the jokes, and this fairy-tale retelling does not seem like one; it seems like an original, Disney fantasy story. It brings a smile to my lips whenever I think about this movie, and if that isn’t proof of how amazing it is, then I don’t know what constitutes an amazing movie.
Akka fell ill sometime on Thursday last week, so she’d taken the three days off till Wednesday, and worked from home on Thursday and Friday, so I’ve had her home all week. I will miss her when she goes back to work on Monday.
I’ve drawn, I’ve gone to class during the evenings, I’ve sat and watched TV, I’ve read a little and went for a little outing to Orion Mall, because we hadn’t gone out in so long. My theme for the week for my bullet journal was Autos, and I was quite happy with it. This week, I’m planning to draw the inside of a BMTC bus as a faded background sketch. I hope it goes well.
After finishing, and being a bit disappointed with This Savage Song, I began listening to Jenny Han’s book, P.S, I Still Love You, and I love it so far. The story is my favourite type of contemporary: cute, fluffy and still gives me all the feels.
On Thursday afternoon, I met with Naveen and Yeshas to eat fish at this place in Cubbon Park, that Pappa always said had some amazing food. He never has the time because they always open only during lunch time and on the weekdays, so I went. It was really good, but I was a bit sad that I did not get to eat crabs. Then we sat under a random tree in a pocket of the park, and spent some time talking. It was really nice.
I had been making some mandala postcards, and for a first-timer, I must say, they’ve come out pretty well! I’m quite proud of them and I will be sending them away soon enough.
I also made the very-due Ghibli postcards. These are of some of my favourite quotes of Ghibli. I loved all the 6 I’ve made. I still have to make 4 (10 quotes in all) but I’m quite lost as to how to make them. Hopefully I can.
My oldest cousin, who got married last year, came to our house, so we went out to Orion mall, because there was a flea market. The flea market was, like everything else in the mall, overpriced, but we did find a really nice stall from Mysore that sold very cute touristy things that I’ve never found anywhere. We bought a couple of dolls for Dasara festival, an “I Love Bengaluru” keychain with charms of auto, bus and a scooter, a fridge magnet of Bengaluru and a free keychain that I won over with my charms 😀
There was also Landmark, and I insisted that we go. I went over to the books section, and there was barely anything. I went over to see if I could find any cool unruled notebooks, but the ones that I really liked were too expensive. I’d have bought it if it was at least 200 Rs lesser.
Then we got home and played a game of life. Right now, I’m learning to write Hiragana, and I’m on the first lesson, learning vowels. Every time I’m learning Japanese, I am reminded again and again of how bad I am when it comes to languages. I just don’t seem to have the natural talent for it. Oh, well. But I shall not stop learning Japanese. I’ll go as far as I can.
I have been wanting to write this for weeks. Here it is, finally.
After the first week of classes in Rajajinagar (some 15 kilometers away from home) I’d found my routine and rhythm. I leave my house at 2:45 PM sharp (a few minutes early couldn’t hurt), walk to the Metro train station some half a kilometer from my home, take the 2:57 PM train, get off at Mahakavi Kuvempu Road at around 3:30 PM, walk out of the station, take a left, and the first right. Straight up that road, on the last right, in the corner was a normal chats center and a dosa camp. They didn’t look like anything special. You can see them all over the city. But something did catch my eye, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been writing.
By the end of that first week, I’d found side roads and less crowded roads with better footpaths to walk on. That’s when I’d found this place. The words “flavoured tea” caught my eye. I’d been experimenting tea for a while now. Sometimes I like black tea with a huge squeeze of half a lemon and honey. Sometimes, I like the tea that I make with cinnamon, sometimes elaichi. But I like tea, and most times, I don’t even drink it. I prefer coffee over it because there is something about filtered coffee that can never be replaced.
So, when I found this flavoured tea stall, I was, naturally, intrigued. They had a list of flavours, and that day, I decided to drink all of them. Because once you try one, you had to know how the others tasted, right?
I came back the next day. I took off my headphones while I was approaching the place, and was mentally deciding what to try. I wanted to try rose. That was decided.
Walking up to the man standing at the counter (which is really the Kwality Wall’s dabba), I smiled my small smile reserved for first encounters and asked for the flavoured tea. The man was about Pappa’s age, and he asked me what kind of tea I wanted. I said I wanted the rose one, and he asked the boy making tea at the stall. To my disappointment, it was over, and the man said he had ordered some, and they haven’t come yet. So, I had to pick another one. Which to choose?
Chocolate was, is, and will always be my first option, but I didn’t feel like it. I decided to go with mango flavour because honestly, that sounded a little revolting. The guy began preparing the tea, while the man at the counter and I began the small talk. I hate small talk, but we soon evolved from there because I was getting comfortable there. The mango tea was excellent, and after I was done, I was smiling really huge and I left for class. I had 15 minutes to walk, so I walked in my normal speed, and still got there before the teacher.
I didn’t have the class that entire week. So for the next two weeks after, I went there almost every day. And I am proud to say that I’ve tried almost all the flavours on that menu. Mango and chocolate flavours were really good, and my personal favourite was orange. I had it twice. Bourbon and peach and mixed fruit (not on the menu) were pretty okay. What I disliked most was strawberry. If I thought mango flavoured tea sounded revolting, strawberry flavoured tea was actually revolting. Never again.
That man had also told me about the famous “Dahi Puri” and “Pav Bhaji” that they serve there. I could never have it because I didn’t go back the same way I came. On the last day of class at Rajajinagar (class in Jayanagar was going to start soon), I went there after class that evening and ate the dahi puri. It filled my stomach so much that I could barely walk to the metro station. But it was indeed one of the finest dahi puri I’ve ever had. I have yet to eat the Pav Bhaji, but I will, one of these days.
The puris were filled to the maximum capacity with potatoes, and so much more, and there were two layers of the green, spicy chutney and the sweet tamarind-and-jaggery sauce. It was like an explosion of flavours in my mouth, even if I had to cut the puris in half just so I could fit them in my mouth. I also loved the fact that they julienned carrots and beetroots (which is personally don’t like) and they actually added flavour.
Will definitely go back to eat the pav bhaji. Here is the link for the whereabouts of the place.
Today marks the third anniversary of my blogging life.
I didn’t think I’d make it this far. There were times I thought, “Chuck it, who cares? Nobody reads my blog, anyway,” but then I think, I care. I’m the one who’s writing and blogging. I’m writing and blogging for me. I’m sitting at my computer and writing/typing because I want to. I need to. It isn’t just an outlet for me, it’s part of my social life in cyber space. Looking at all the views on the map and realizing, “I didn’t even know this country existed!” to looking at the zero’s on my stats, I’ve seen it all. I’ve tried to beat myself in all aspects, and sometimes, I couldn’t. I’m still trying, though.
I’ve changed a lot since the 2nd-anniversary post. Not physically, because I pretty much look the same since maybe 8th standard in school. But I’ve changed as a person. I’ve learned to value plenty of things in life that I took for granted. I’m going to do things that I’d never thought I’d do, and haven’t done the things that I wanted to. I’ve done things that I didn’t know I could. I’ve discovered myself, over and over again. I’ve discovered that I’m a closeted introvert, and I’m more confident about my opinions. I can draw and paint better since last year, and I think I got better in writing, a tiny bit only. But that’s also progress. I’ve evolved and become a little more diverse in reading, and I’m absolutely towards non-judging people based on their appearance. When they open their mouths and talk, it’s a whole different story.
My blogging has also evolved. I try to put up more quality posts than just posts for the sake of it, as a result of which, I’ve not reached my 300 posts-milestone yet. Soon.
I’ve watched two K-drama. Plenty of movies and I’m not done yet. I don’t know why I love doing this, but I do. I can’t stop. I’ve blogged even when I was really busy during my dissertation and term paper, and I can’t seem to stop. Not that I want to, anyway.
Let’s make it to 4, and let’s hope I’m in a different city, living the life away from home.
I was walking to class one afternoon, after drinking my usual tea. It was a normal day, little sunnier than it was that whole week, but otherwise, it didn’t feel any different, only, I was wearing all blue (with a new dark blue top). This guy, who looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties, came up to me. I took off my headphones and smiled at him, unsure of what he was going to ask.
He introduced himself, saying his name was Siddharth (something) was a director and he asked me if I was interested in acting.
I bit back a laugh. I tried so hard, but I smiled with eyes that I hope conveyed the message. I told him, “No, no, I am so sorry. I can’t act.” And I told him if there was any other way I could help him, I’d do it. We exchanged numbers, and we went our own separate ways.
I felt a bit bad, though. I know how hard it is to direct a movie and this guy was for sure an indie director. I just hope he gets to make his film, and become a name in the sandalwood industry.
I also used this story to make Parvathi laugh the other day. I have no idea why he approached me, and while I felt really strangely honoured, it was also quite funny because, seriously, I cannot act. Maybe to save my life I can lie a bit, but not act. Not put on a fresh face and wear a new character per project.
AKA “He became Pretty“. And “She was Pretty; he was not“. And maybe even, “She Realized Pretty On the Outside is Nothing if you aren’t happy“. But this becomes too long.
My dear Parvathi recommended this drama to me and I will forever be grateful for her and her recs. Especially this one.
K-drama is starting to become like my experiment with flavoured tea. Each one is better than the last, and indeed, She Was Pretty is so far my favourite of them all. This was absolutely brilliant. I had fun watching every single episode, and the last three were the death of me.
I understand that there are a lot of people out there who think that all love and contemporary stories, irrespective of what form they come under, whether shows, books, or movies, are the same, and one can’t expect anything different. I’ve felt that way myself countless number of times, and each time, I’ve been surprised. What I’ve come to realize is that the story may be the same genre or the same plot, but it all depends on how one is narrating the story. That’s what makes me love contemporary and love stories so amazing and that’s mostly why I love them. Also, there’s the importance given to the characters and their development. Their self-discovery is one of the major features of such stories, and they are nothing, if not inspiring, in the least.
This story is a little complicated. We have Kim Hye Jin, who used to be best friends with this chubby boy called Seong Joon something. Kim Hye Jin was very pretty kind-hearted and they were best friends. This friendship evolves into love, and Seong Joon leaves the country. Fast-forward 15 years later. On the night of her best friend Min Ha Ri’s birthday, she receives an email from Seong Joon saying he was in Korea and wanted to meet her. She’s very excited. But also scared. She’s not the beautiful girl that she once used to be. So what is she going to do?
Yes, there is a love triangle, well, more like a love quadrangle, but trust me, it isn’t the least bit annoying.
This is the basic story. It gets more and more amazing as the story progresses and it is amazing how powerful each episode is, in terms of narrating the story. There are so many different emotions that I went through watching this show, only 16 episodes long. There are surprises in every corner, anger and frustration lurking about, sadness in the background and happiness throughout, sometimes veiled, sometimes bare and out in the open. This is one drama for an emotional-comedy mess like me.
There are two songs that I absolutely love, and they’re played in almost every episode. Both are brilliant and I shall look for them at once.
I will begin with the characters.
Our main character, Kim Hye Jin, is amazing. After Seong Joon leaves, her family goes bankrupt, and her lifestyle also changes. She was still the same kind-hearted girl, only who became a woman, but she’s seen hardship. She’s seen it with her best friend Seong Joon, and later, her other best friend Min Ha Ri. I love her. She’s eccentric, enthusiastic and full of energy and life. I loved her. Everyone who’s ever met her has loved her.
Min Ha Ri is the quintessential rich girl who hangs out with changes men like clothes. But her love for Hye Jin is so pure and raw that it moved me. Even when they were on the verge of not being friends, a result of Ha Ri lying to Hey Jin, a huge lie in that, she still apologized and went back to being friends, closer than ever, because it is all about forgiving. She is so understanding and loving and becomes strong in the end that I love her and all her high heeled shoes. She patches things up with her step mother, which becomes an eye-opener for her, and she changes her life drastically.
Seong Joon 15 years later is as cute as when he was 15 years before. I love his hands, and his hair, his stupid undercut hair, when it flips down, it makes him look younger and more innocent. His and Hye Jin’s relationship 15 years later, when they get together is too much cuteness for me to handle. And I’m not just saying this. My cuteness bar is quite high and they’ve reached it. They’re as cute as puppies.
Now here’s the love of my life: Kim Shin Hyuk. This guy was the ultimate death of my and Parvathi. He is hilarious, he is cute, he is sexy, he is sassy and he is amazing, overall. He also has a secret identity, that is revealed in the end, and somehow, it all fits. He can speak really good English, as he was brought up in America (adopted by an American couple) and every time he spoke in English, I felt tingles all over. The way he falls in love with Hye Jin is so mesmerizing. He seems annoying at first, but then he becomes very endearing. And you can’t help fall in love with this character. Just thinking about him makes me feel all gooey and mushy inside. There was a moment where Hye Jin had to choose between him and Seong Joon, and when Shin Hyuk says, “Give me a chance too?” I just died. It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time.
Hye Jin, Shin Hyuk, and Seong Joon work together in the office of The Most magazine, and the office people are really cool. My favourite among them was Sunbae Cha (I don’t know her actual name), who becomes the deputy editor-in-chief at the end of the show. She is so pretty and strong willed. I feel like I’ve seen her before somewhere. Anyway, I loved her. She doesn’t like cheesy stuff, but even then, she lets Hye Jin hug her for a few seconds before pushing her away. I think that is absolutely sweet.
No other drama has ever made me feel like this. At one point, I thought I’d combust because I feeling so much happiness all at once. 16 episodes just go by in a snap.
The last Weekend Coffee Share I put was in May. May. I haven’t been all that busy but the thing is that, I don’t realize the importance of time when I’m this free. I just loiter away time doing mindless things like play Super Mario or Solitaire, when I could study the present course (Gender and Sexuality), study Indian Polity or even Japanese. But nooo.
Instead, I wake up at 10, eat breakfast, sit and do nothing till 2, when I have to have lunch and leave for class at 4 in Rajajinagar. The only good thing about Rajajinagar is how I’ve discovered this fabulous place which sells flavoured tea. I’ve had two so far, Mango and chocolate, and there are so many more types! After I have had all of them, I plan on writing an elaborate post. Hopefully, next weekend will be it.
I come home at around 7 in the evening. I finish my work for the day (newspaper notes and whatnot) and then after dinner, I watch something. My ongoing K-drama currently is She Was Pretty, recommended to me by the lovely Parvathi (who is currently in another city from me and having a good college life) and I only have 5 more episodes to finish. I’m freaking loving it.
Then the cycle starts all over again.
Yesterday was Ganesha Chaturthi, and it was quite low-key for us this year, because not too many people came to visit our house.
The tradition is that we keep an idol of Ganesha, preferably made from clay, and we perform a puja for it. at the end of the day, or end of three days, or however long you want to keep it, we submerge it in a body of water. The story is that Ganesha goes back home to his mother after you’ve had him in your house as a guest.
And this year, there have been so many new types of Ganesha, in the name of creating awareness and lake clean up, including a charcoal Ganesha and seed-ball Ganesha. Pappa was skeptical about them, so went with our good old fashioned, clay Ganesha, with no paint. We’d been buying from this called Raghu for years now, and each year, the idols are as beautiful as ever.
I have no idea what I did for the past few months, especially June and July. I had something to do starting August, but otherwise, nothing. I had decided to make postcards for the Bookstagram community, but I’m failing miserably to do so. I did make a few cards, however, for the Postcrossing Society of India, and they’ve loved it. I met with some of them last Saturday, and I had fun! There are loads of opportunities for printing my designs. I don’t think I can print them, at any rate, but let’s see. I’m open to options.
Let’s see, what else?
I had met up with a few friends on my friend Salka’s birthday. And after that, on Independence day, Smriti left for Wageningen, the Netherlands, for her higher studies. Prince sent me a postcard with a cryptogram message, which I have to crack now, for which I have less than 0% ability. Let’s see. He sent me an easy one, apparently, so I shall try it soon.
The only good thing to come out of August was my weekly planning layouts. I started with a theme and developed on it. August was all grey and black, because of the monsoons. It has rained almost every night for the past two weeks. I also started a Daily Writing Planner, where I write everyday, 500 words. It went great for a few days, and I stuck to the routine, but then it fell away unceremoniously.
My best friend from school has started her masters after securing 1st rank in her final year!! I’m going to see her so much lesser. And Sam is also starting her masters in Conservation Future from September 4th. They are all growing up and I’m still here. Hopefully not for long.
August, September, and October call for a lot of festivals, so Akka has been home a lot. I’m happy that she is because I’ve missed her. On the 22nd of August, it was Howie D’s (of the Backstreet Boys) birthday, and usually, VH1 hosts a show playing all the music videos of the band. They do this for most singer/band member’s birthday, and this time, I’m glad I saw it early. I watched it with Amma, who, well, kept making fun of the videos, but I sang it out loud all alone. It was quite sad, because my sister is my singing partner, especially when it comes to the Backstreet Boys. God knows how it’ll be when I move away to study or when she gets married. She doesn’t want me to go, but I need to. For me.
I was also trying to make her jealous. She was stuck in her office, bored out of her head, and I sat all by myself and sang the Backstreet Boys’ songs.
My Japanese learning is going quite badly. I had been too distracted to study for a while, and I’m trying to get back on track. It’s not very hard, but I need proper dedication for it. Which I lack, at the moment.
Before this “break” started, I had so many plans, and I haven’t followed a single one of them. And I sort of like where this year is going. Also sort of not. I’m just becoming a lazier bug, and nobody can help that but me.
It was the night Lord Krishna was born. By tradition and belief, it was said that night had to rain. In the legends, it rained so hard that it almost flooded.
That was in Mathura.
In Bengaluru, it also rained. It also flooded. The only difference was that no babies were born in the Parappana Agrahara jail. Or so I hope.
Since Monday, it has been raining almost everyday. It rained all through the night on Monday, leaving Tuesday morning, Independence day, a very bleak and gloomy and cloudy day. It rained so hard that night, that half of Bengaluru was submerged. Water flooded in houses; roads disappeared and commuters stood knee-deep in scum and rain water. The weather got really cool; one might argue that it is tending towards cold, but the people haven’t shut up about how the water has flooded into their homes and destroyed it all.
And where were their houses? Lake beds and storm water drains. So who’s really at fault here?
The weather has gotten so nice that you can’t get out of the house with a scarf and a light sweater if you’re walking. I took the Metro train to the GPO on Saturday afternoon, and the clouds over my area looked so amazing.
Bengaluru people are a funny lot. They are as unpredictable as the weather in the city, and the people change from road to road, area to area, just like the weather. If it’s raining, part of the city is enjoying, sitting inside their homes and sipping hot coffees and eating hot hot bajjis; another part of the road is cussing the rains gods in a variety of slangs from various languages across the country. If you’re at the office, you’ll look worriedly out the glass wall and think that you’re going to get home no earlier than 9 in the night.
I laughed out loud watching this movie, so many times that my throat and cheeks hurt. Like, this story, not even remotely accurate to the original, is meant for kids in a totally non-educational way. The only reason I know the actual story so well was because of Percy Jackson. More on that later.
The story of Hercules, the Disney version, no matter how inaccurate, it is totally, absolutely entertaining. I had watched the beginning of it some time ago, and couldn’t continue watching it, which is why I knew it was good. It is easily one of my favourite Disney movies ever.
The thing that I loved about this movie is how, even though the Greek stories are all so violent and not suitable for children at all, they’ve twisted it around to something little sinister and dark, but at the same time, if you don’t analyze it too deeply, it looks perfectly all right on the creamy top. They’ve made a story out of a story, and only Disney can do that.
The Muses were amazing. Apollo from the Trials of Apollo keeps commenting on how there are the Nine Muses and how he can’t choose among them, and in this, I guess Disney ran out of Latina women types to draw. Which is why there are only Five Muses in this movie. But they were pretty awesome.
And then there’s Megara. First off, Megara doesn’t seem like a Greek name at all. And to top it off, she says, “My friends call me Meg; that is if I had any friends.” She was also pretty amazing. Her extra-clinched waist extra-swayed at times and every time they showed Hercules’ reaction, I would have spit out water if I was drinking it during those scenes.
And the gods. Zeus was okay, but he was extra chirpy and happy and all, “My son!” types. Which is not how I imagine Zeus to be like. And all the gods get captured, including Zeus, by Titans, no less, and Hercules single-handedly saving them all, was a bit too much for Hercules. I mean, if the gods together couldn’t fight off the Titans themselves, then there is no hope for Hercules.
I understand the reasons they made the gods like they were, very colour-oriented, like pink for Hera and Aphrodite, blue for Hermes and Poseidon, grey for Athena, purple for Dionysus, but the titans were terrible. They could’ve made humanoid creatures, but noooo, they had to have been made out of a natural disaster. That annoyed me.
But I loved the Fates, they were as perfectly described by Percy and so was Hades. The Underworld and Cerebrus were also on point. The souls drifting in and out were creepy, and that did not qualify as a cute little children’s scene. The way Pegasus was born in this movie was so cute and innocent and that I almost prefer this version to the original version of the creation of pegasus. That story is ghastly.
Overall, this was one entertaining film, and I enjoyed to the fullest, even with its faults and cracks where the original Greek stories were concerned. That happens very rarely.
Yes. For the last few weeks, I have been looking forward to Mondays. It is mostly because of the weekly Podcast Jules and James.
Jules and James starts out (and still is) a conversation over the phone, once a week, for half an hour. It all began when Jules, a film director from London, calls James, an American painter in Paris, by mistake. They strike up a conversation that becomes a weekly thing for them, and eventually, for us.
I discovered this podcast after a few weeks it had already started. So, I had a small pile to listen to. After I was caught up with all the episodes, I waited for the 10th one. And then as soon as I found it on the website, bam! I listened to it.
This was a mistake that I did not repeat for another two weeks. If I listened to it at that very moment, I would have to wait for a long time for it come again next week! So for a bit, I sort of prevented myself from looking at the website in general. And it worked, and my curiosity was only at the peak when I did decide to listen to it.
But… when the 14th episode was released, I couldn’t hold my self back. I listened to it as soon as I saw it that Monday morning, and I regretted it. There was a shift in the mood of the podcast, and I freaking loved it. But, I waited a whole week for the next episode. And I have to wait a bit more.
One of the main things I love about this podcast is James’ laugh. That man’s laugh just reverberates throughout my body and it is amazing. There’s a phrase that we use in Kannada, “kanchina kanTa” literally meaning the voice of copper. It doesn’t make much sense but James’ voice is like that. You just want to listen to is all day and all night and you’d never get bored.
Another thing I loved was Jules’ accent. She has a typical British accent and I can’t help imagine Keira Knightly voicing this character. It just fits.
And this also happens to be very convenient for me when I have work to do that doesn’t require much thinking, like some art work. I can keep painting and laughing alongside their jokes and no one’s hurt.
This is my very first podcast, and so easy to listen to! If you have any recommendation like that, do let me know!