Slumdog Millionaire or Slumdog kisses OscarButt.

Can't really say what the hype about this movie is. Firstly it wasn’t even directed by an Indian director and secondly the Lead cast isn’t even Indian - still so many acclaims and acknowledges for a movie such as this. What has the movie got to deserve so many nominations, for the fact that there are other movies that could have been included in the category for which this was a bit over-rated? 

For Example: "Best Picture", what did you find so great in this movie; it’s like any other bollywood movie? And for crying out loud what the heck is it doing in the category of "Sound Mixing" and "Sound Editing" - don’t tell me Oscar committee got a bit lazy and didn’t find any other movie to put in its place. The worst part was I read that its even in the category or "Film Editing", what’s this?

I'll tell you what I really loved about the movie - Good Direction and Camerawork which I believe is "Cinematography". He got this out very well, the rawness which I'd say is a lesson for any Indian Director to work on. Am not saying it's easy - but it all comes with a price.

For once I loved the fact that A.R.Rehman has been acknowledged for his music world wide - but I cannot say that's his masterpiece or its one his best compositions’. But then, for a song like "Jai Ho" to be on the tops of the charts and people saying that's his best is just over-rated. Lets rewind the clocks far behind when A.R.Rehman came out with music such as Bombay and Roja - Those were and are still his masterpieces and not to forget Guru too, but when Ghajini released its music it was given a 5 star rating for all the songs; a bit wee over-rated again - don’t you think. I'm not against A.R.Rehman nor his compositions’ - I love it too, by the way have any of you heard his "Delhi 6" music/compositions’, I would really rather like that to fetch the Oscars’.

Agree that I haven’t watched most of the Oscar nominated movies except for The Dark Knight, Wall-E, Kung Fu Panda, Hellboy II: The Golden Army, Iron Man, In Bruges, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Wanted and Slumdog Millionaire itself, which actually says it all as to why I'm not happy with the contest/competition this time. One thing that has upset me the most is why hasn’t Dark Knight been included in the category of “Best Direction”. It only surprises me that there have been unruling judgments taken place in the Oscars and this time it is clearly seen.

Oscars used to count for something and the movies said it all. Fairly judged based on the skills and talent. When Denzel Washington and Halle Berry won the Oscars, they said it was a break though in the Film Industry and the continuing years was Ray Charles and Crash that hit it - which was really good. They really picked well and it counted. But in recent times I see Oscar as they say and the name that it sounds isn’t as BIG as it used to be. Losing all hope, and not expecting much, may the best win!!

No matter what happens, come what may - Christopher Nolen; you have my vote.

A View of Heaven....

I just got this by an e-mail. Didn't know what to do, so, thought I put it up in my blog. Love the way he's written this though. Read it! you'll know what I mean. Makes me feel good that I have time to change myself.

I hope many of you watched the famous movie done by Mel Gibson "The Passion of Christ", it did turn a lot of heads around. Now, thats one guy I appreciate for bring out the truth in such a manner.

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN:

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.  

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.  

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'   

Brian's Essay: 

  The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. 

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.  

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. 

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file.. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.  

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.  

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. 

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.  

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..  

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.  

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.  

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.  

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.  

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door There were still cards to be written.  

- Brian Moore

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13

'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.'  - John. 3:16

If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIANS OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!

You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?

Quantum of Solace or Quantum of Misery.....

This movie is pretty disappointing if you ask me. Never expected a Bond movie/flick to take this turn. I saw the trailers and it blew me and expected to be good as Casino Royale. I saw the ratings, ah! A few papers gave it 3 stars. WTF!! @%$, why the heck did those guys give it 3 stars now, I need an answer - did they watch it by any chance. I also heard it broke the box office record on the opening day, what happen to the rest of the week. I'll tell you why, they too must have had the same expectations as I did. The Director ripped it off big time!!

It started off well, kept me to my seat and then half an hour later I dozed off. Am not a person to doze off in the movie hall while watching a movie, especially a Bond flick. There was a boom, a bang and another boom and kha-boom, that woke me up. Luckily I didn’t drop my popcorn. You know what the funny part here is, for a moment I thought I was watching a different movie. Remember the scene where Daniel (Bond) walks with Olga (Camille) in the desert, it reminded so much of "Desperado" (you know, the one that stars Antonio Banderas and who can forget Salma Hayek....)* The only thing that Daniel (Bond) was missing was his guitar case, and Olga (Camille) was looking pretty stunning if you ask me. That's one reason I guess the movie got an extra star.

Frankly speaking, story wasn’t defined at all, and the worst part...it looked as if I wasn’t watching a Bond movie it never had The Bond touch. The only dialogue I understood were "The first thing you should know about us is that we have people everywhere" and then towards the end of the movie a small conversation between Daniel (Bond) and Judi (M) which has no sense or meaning which I must say, but never heard him say the famous dialogues "Bond, James Bond" and "Martini, shaken not stirred" anywhere in the movie. Oh! And by the way, did u hear the title track, it sucked big time. I hope the next movie won’t be disappointing as this one.

I'll give 1 week's time for it to stay in the movie halls. Pretty doubtful, it's gonna stay long enough. But it all boils down to nothing, 250 bucks down the drain. The popcorns weren’t a waste though.

I need Solace for watching this movie now.

I seriously don't understand what does this world have against Christians...ok! let me put it this - What's wrong with India having Christans, Muslims and Hindus living together in peace. Why the brutal attack and killing of innocents everywhere. What's all this hate for. If you wanna catch the culprits catch the one that's creating and giving you problems, why does everyone take a fall for it. 

Even the Mulisms, what the heck did they ever do to you. It's not them, its you yourself I say - killing your own country men. Shameless brats. When are you going to learn that you are the one who makes the country grow better, you morons. Someone say's it's better Maharashtra have only Maharashtraians..... what's all the discrimination about. Get a life people. If you want your state go hunt somewhereelse cause staying here.

Today I read the paper's and this what the headlines say - "PM Hopeful of N-deal timing", what's happening!!! I say go for the damn thing and get it done and dont listen to the idiots who are still against it. We'r too keeping our finger's crossed so that this deal is done and my finger's hurt.

Please use your brains for once that GOD has given each one of us you dickheads.

I sit at home doing nothing, but surf the net and chat all the day long and people say "that's sick, dont you ever  bored and do anything else" and all I do is SMILE tell them, "go read your paper's and watch your saas-bahu serials!!!" which is pretty much intresting and making headlines too these days.