Telugu Disaster

Last weekend, I thought of being a little adventurous and ended up watching the latest Balakrishna flick in a random theatre called Talkie Town in Miapur.

Okka Magadu (As in: One Man Army) is a horrible cocktail of Kamal Hasan's Indian and some Vijaykanth scenes (like the Narasimha surviving-the-electricity-shock one). I fell off my seat when the actresses came into picture - half-clad is an understatement. Out of the blue, some sleazy numbers popped up. The men weren't complaining though (Excuse the feminist in me :P) While the other 2 actresses were busy setting the screen on fire, Simran does a pretty decent job. But I wonder why she appeared in a dual role..made absolutely no sense. The scenes were extremely choppy and incoherent. This movie is the typical masala type - made by fat-bellied producers who don't know what to do with the money!

Balakrishna appears in such colorful shirts that he would put even the brightest rainbow to shame. There is a particular flashback, set in Pre-Independence times, in which Balakrishna learns Shao-Lin in China to fight against the British. (Eyes Popping Out). There are many things in this world that can be explained. For everything else, there's Balakrishna! When the movie got over, I was so confused that I had to spend the rest of the evening figuring out what it was about!

Silver Lining : I was Really Glad that I don't understand Telugu. After 3 whole hours of fighting my urge to leave the theatre and explaining the movie to a Parsi girl, I think I'll even survive Hitler's gas chambers now! :P

Verdict : Third Grade Rubbish - If you really hate someone and he's really dumb, get him a ticket for this movie!

Clutterly Flutterly

At my desk, clutter is as much of an office fixture as my phone and computer! When Clutter hits my brain, that's when the going gets tough. This morning, it hit me again. Brain-Clutter-Syndrome arrived! The droning-ish feeling in my ears with the occasional thump on my head... sometimes forehead. Before my grey cells shatter into pieces, I am going to write a list of 'tasks to do.'

• Take the rent receipt from the old landlord (And no, he is not exactly old. I moved to a new apartment, that makes him the ‘old’ landlord)
• Eye Specialist appointment - replace scratched glass
• Name correction in the PAN card (It's got grandpa's name instead of Dad's! There IS a LOT of difference between Ramakrishnan and Ramachandran)
• Dentist appointment - 2nd sitting for enamel cap, discuss about braces (Yes…Ugly Betty in the Making)
• Tailor's - Give the new shirt for alteration
• Repair the Sony MP3 player
• Apply for a credit card (with photo :P)
• Last one...Go to the spa for an Aroma body massage and relaaaax! These things should never make it to the 'To do' list! Sigh.

When was the last time someone told me "You need help."