Its that time of the month again folks, I am not talking about partying till wee hours of the morning time (though it’s the right time to air ur naphthalene smelling pashmina scarves and pin striped suits) what I am talking about is my Movie of the Week (or what I call MOTW) time, never mind the fact that the week sometimes stretches up to a month and a half, since it’s the time for resolutions and retrospection, lets go back to a time when the movies weren’t so compulsively audacious (Being John Malkovich, Magnolias) and obviously special effecty (do I even have to name anything???)When a filmmaker could actually fall back on his and his cast’s talent to see the film through (and not depend on some wiz kid from silicon valley to embellish his film with pancakey effects), when “big” meant a big cast and not mindbogglingly huge budget and a casting coup meant getting Richard Burton and Elizabeth together and not Will Smith and some computer generated virtual thing called I robot… lets go back to Come September (1961) ta da da da daaa daaa daaa daa da da
Wealthy industrialist Robert Talbot arrives early for his annual vacation at his luxurious Italian villa to find three problems lying in wait for him. Firstly, his long-time girlfriend Lisa Fellini has given up waiting for him to pop the question and has decided to marry another man. Secondly, the major domo of his villa, Maurice Clavell, has turned the estate into a posh hotel to make some easy money while the boss isn't around. And, finally, the current guests of the "hotel" are a group of young American girls trying to fend off a gang of oversexed boys, led by Tony, who are 'laying siege' at the outer walls of the villa. Talbot, to his own surprise, finds himself becoming an overprotective chaperone…Rock Hudson in his hudsony best and miss lollobrigida is well …lollobrigida …and who can forget the unforgettable soundtrack.

I am male. Wit and charm will only take me so far. What I need is to affirm my maleness. My primordial instinct demands it. A throwback from the time when men like me ruled the plains and hunted everything to near extinction. Fortunately, household chores are a perfect platform for this. So I seek out the big games in my house. Pursue the laundry. Stalk the dishes. Ambush the unmade beds. Corner the garbage bag. Prey on dust bunnies. And I do all these with such poise that it makes alpha male of every species green with envy…

Passport: An official government document that certifies one's identity and citizenship and permits a citizen to travel abroad.
ECNR: a confusing and bothersome procedure, which almost jeopardizes ur trip.
Kind and well trained ground staff: saves ur day …
Nasty and impatient ground staff: Jeopardizes the trip again .
Passport Office bara babu (Big Boss): Saves the day again.
High drama: A situation or succession of events in real life having the dramatic progression or emotional effect characteristic of a play.

More on it later

mormon dreams
a strange and ethereal vision awaits those who visit the bhubanseshwar station, platform no 4 at exactly 1.30 pm in the afternoon everyday, mormon missionaries descend from the skies to convert the most cynical of cyincs into dreamers...

Sugar also rises...

Sugar: Hope, u have to stop cutting me short with ur smart oneliners (and u know what they are not all that smart either), u do realise that whatever u say and do reflects on "us", and just because u get all the good lines i come across as "dumb". Why do people equate niceness with dumbness???

Hope: As long as i get the smart lines i am ok.

Sugar: Why am i not surprised , typical of u to be insensitive to other ppl's needs.

Hope: Sugar, Sugar , sweet Sugar, someday u will realise thats its all about me and it was never ever remotely about u.

Sugar: (sighs) well , my fault , i was foolish enough to think that we can have a decent mature conversation without u making everything about urself...

Hopefully Feminist!!!!
Hope: Train journies are fun , but they are particularly intresting when u have co passengers like a friend did, now this Bengali patriarch wasnt (or more alarmingly , was)aware that the petite looking girl next berth is one of the most fiercely independant souls he will ever come across in his unchallenged life, and he was discussing with his earnestly wannabe MCP crony , how he would rather choke on his ilish mach than work under a woman, then he went onto advice his mesmerised chela how to deal with errant daughters in law and nagging wives(a hotline to the divorce lawyer being the brilliant idea) ,my friend was having the time of her life , being subjected to such blatant and raw sexism , she did what any self respecting intelligent feminist would do, sit back and enjoy the show....

Sugar: But you have to take into consideration his socio economical condition , blah, blah, blah , blah....

Hope:Whatever!!

Its goodbye for some time folks…
For goodbyes are never forever

Sugar: Since I will be traveling for pretty much the whole of this month, posts will be few and far between, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be posting at all, in fact for all you know I might be more prolific than ever…

Hope: As if anybody cares, get a life loser…

Sugar: Hmmmmph!!!

Hope: You know u have hit the rock bottom when u listen to Veer Zaara songs all afternoon and actually weep to them!!!

Sugar: What’s wrong with Veer Zaara? I though it dealt with an important issue and addressed it effectively, blah, blah, blah…

Hope: Yaa right (makes a face and walks away)…

Sugar: (Sings)Tere liye hum hain jiye…..