Wont Give it Back...

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My poetry on the thoughts and minds of Indians during the grandest national celebration, World Cup.

Beyond the pain, beyond the gain

Beyond grit, grim, sun or rain.

Beyond the win, beyond the loss.

The game goes on no matter whatever you choose

A thousand heart beating together,

Walking miles a thousand shoes.

Lift the bat, caress the ground.

Bleed blue from every wound.

Let them see we are here to win.

Pace, Yorker, swing, spin.

This 22 yards are our battle zone.

Where many a dreams have been borne.

Now the brows will sweat to reach the catch.

To set a target or chase the match.

No different color, creed, caste or pledge.

The spirit of the win we still embrace.

Till we kiss it again we will make the attack.

Cause, we won’t Give it back.

#WEWONTGIVEITBACK

Oscar-The Show and the show-stopper...

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It ends in a tone that spells the very core spirit it represents. Difference. Exquisite.From John Legend and Common belting out Selma theme to Anna Kendrick throwing a shoe. From Meryl Streep losing her 19th nom to Benedict Cumberbatch losing his first...err.Whatever that means.Neil Patrick Harris stripping to a bare minimum to... umm..aaa....no nothing comes near to it. Missed the pizza segment of the last year, by the way. Ellen are you listening?

J.K. Simmons best Actor in supporting role for Whiplash

Jullian Moore for Best Actress in a leading role in Still Alice

The awards hardly made a surprise or shock except that Best Picture and Best director were won by the same film.Innaritu for Birdman and Birdman itself. That was a small prediction gone wrong. Otherwise, Patricia Arquette and J.K. Simmons for supporting role and Redmayne and Moore for the lead roles.Redmayne losing it on the centre-stage was a beauty to watch while the not so important category winner shoo-ed away from stage by the end-music note was an eyesore. Speech wise both J.K.Simmons and Patricia Arquette caught the fancy of the world and the spectators. Intersteller was there, or atleast some of it was there. And the big excitement was the Grand Budapest Hotel by Wes Anderson, not the main category but so many otherwise. Loved it. And something I have to mention is Ida, that won on the Foreign film segment.Watch it, not only it but all of the nominations. What a spirit and duress they worked with and in.





Now for the fashion part.Lupita N'yongo in Calvin Klein and JLo in Ellie Saab caught my eye. Patricia Arquette and Emma Stone were really good in their dress selection. Men not so much variety except few like Eddie himself and Neil Patrick Harris. Ooo..Lady Gaga was there and so was Oprah. All in all it was awesome. Hope you caught it or plan to catch the highlights at 8:30p.m. today.

Lady Gaga makes way for Julia Andrews

Adios..

Oscar Eve: Are you in or are you out...

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Like the snow of the Christmas and the red of the Valentine’s the fever of the Academy awards have arrived to chill us all with its sheer glitterati and exuberance. Here as we await the 87^th Annual Academy Awards to be hosted by none other than the man, Neil Patrick Harris; let’s take a dip at the screens’ most prestigious felicitation.

In terms of brilliance and grandeur few shows over the world are at par with this one. Not to mention the celebrity list Dolby Theatre in Los Angeles, that hosts this occasion, enjoys. In terms of ‘different’ this show too comes second to none. Did you know #Oscar is tweeted more than 19 million times during the show takes place, also this year you have got no repeats i.e. no winner from last year got nominated. But if you want to know who got repeated, check this out; Bradley Cooper got third-consecutive nomination this year after Best Supporting Actor for American Hustle (2014) and Best Actor for Silver Linings Playbook (2013). Not only that, he is nominated twice per se since American Sniper has him as a producer and it bagged noms for Best Picture; CRAZY!!! Wait for it, talking of repeats, Meryl Streep bags her record 19^th nomination for Into the Woods.

But let’s now focus at the main event…and the predictions begin. With stakes getting higher  I will cut to the chase. Best Director Award has Innaritu of Birdman and Linklater of Boyhood as favorite but I favor Linklater for the sheer joy of film-making at its most creative level. Genius. Now onto Best Actor Award, its bit steep this year with list led by Eddie Redmayne of Theory of Everything followed by Michael Keaton in Birdman, Benedict Cumberbatch in The Imitation Game, Steve Carell in Foxcatcher and Bradley Cooper in The American Sniper. Now my favorite is Benedict Cumberbatch but I think the scales are going to tip this year in the favor of Eddie Redmayne. Interestingly Redmayne plays the same character Cumberbatch has already portrayed. Let’s see. Then there is Best Actress list with Felicity Jones (The Theory of Everything), Marion Cotillard (Two Days and Two Nights) Julianne Moore(Still Alice), Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl) and Reese Witherspoon (Wild). I think Julianne Moore is going to kiss the Big-O for her portrayal of an estranged mother with Alzheimer’s. Best Supporting cast for male and female is a toughie since both has lots of credible name so I am just going to name my favorites here. J.K. Simmons for Whiplash and Patricia Arquette for Boyhood. Now for the Best Picture award the nominations are American Sniper, Birdman, The theory of Everything, The Imitation Game, Selma, Whiplash and the Grand Budapest Hotel. Voila. Not 6 but 8 noms. Now, now if I may, I think the best picture award should go to Birdman/ American Sniper. I may be both wrong but I just can’t leave this two and confer Boyhood the award. I mean cut me a slack; both Birdman and American Sniper deserve a Big-O for their craft.

But that’s me. Give me thumbs up if you concur with my predictions. And don’t forget to congratulate me if my predictions come true. See you tomorrow with more Oscar buzz. Don’t forget its 5:30 am tomorrow.

Adieu!

The Common Odd Man:

I am the common odd man, the orthodox paradox of the modern society who has a smartphone with lots of apps but no use. With unlimited internet GBs but no knowledge of Cloud computing (or whatever that shit means). I am the common odd man, the one who hates the clichés of the old world dancing around trees love but cringes at the BDSM (and 50 shades of it.) The young men and women who don’t understand the theory of my living label me as an obsolete process of evolution but I am not. Neither am I a by-product of abrupt urbanization. I’m the clear offspring of the free spirit and democratic thinking this 21^st century promises.

I like a good laugh but I hate the AIB-knockout. I am for the more-power-to-youth but hate an all quarantined seat of power to them. Cause if this youth makes an app that monitors my oxygen intake, it is this youth that made some bizarre acid attacks that rocked the nation. If these youths started penniless and founded multi-million start-ups, it also webbed people and ran internet scam. I am the common odd man, and I have my flaws. But I have my suspicion too. You can judge me for my ignorance, but don’t nudge me for my innocence.

I am the common odd man and I am tired. Tired of all the prejudices that bind the society, the lack of opportunity, those confused social metaphors of life. I am part of this system and I want to have a say in this game of politics. But I want to have the power to choose NOTA too. I live in this virtual time machine that confines me to a time neither past nor future. The present seems a bit vague too. It’s almost like a conundrum. I wish for skinny jeans but hate when someone else walks up to me in them. The neon colors you flaunt makes me want them, but I judge you too. I love the perfect but hate the perfection and the grandiose process it requires. But judge me and I dare you, and I double-dare you.

It’s silly, immature and stupid but then when did I say am immaculate. Just that I am what I am. I am the common odd man. Like me..? No?....Who cares, buddy…who cares?

P.S.:My posts are infrequent and I am writing literally after a long time. Pardon me. I wish to write but this life craves more of my time  I would rather devote to my interests. Hope you would be with this Pen-o-maniac. Cause I could literally do with some good wishes and blessings. Love y'all. Peace.

Pimples to confident-Pure and Active way.

If it's anything it's not a dimple. It may sound like one but certainly the similarities end then and there. While dimples are the prized possession of the face of some (lucky!) human beings, pimples are matter-of-fact ly a pain in the ass; errr.. the face. It may be big may be small, but a pain nevertheless. And as Alia Bhatt cutely rues about the many problems a student has to face, be it study-related or heart-related; pimples play a darker and more of a lead role. It's almost like a taboo, you know it's there but you can’t touch it. Ta-da.

Plus, to make matter more worse there are several peripheral problems they bring akin. Mental problems; have you or have you not spent hours of hair-tearing minutes thinking about how people will react when they see this big blot of shame. There is social problems, how people generally react seeing your face; that neighbor girl perusing her lips at the sight to the perilous just-around the corner aunty prescribing you a churan. The long distant never-saw cousin who is in the first year of medical talking about sebaceous glands and salicylic acid… yuck. From the Uncle in the next flat who saw a show on this at a TV to the biology teacher. Everyone is a certified doctor. Then there is a cardiac problem, what if the only person who makes you feel special shivers at your horrendous sight. The thought itself gives heart attack, right?

No eating those lovely samosas to eating all those veggies that are good-for-liver (and nothing!). No going out with friends in case everyone starts asking about the recent facial reconstructions. To quit going to the tuition in case friends remember to tease (that one’s not bad actually). It’s a through-an-through nightmare. And that’s if you have not touched it. If you have, my friend…forget to RIP.

Thank god Garnier listened to the prayer of millions and brought to market this face wash. It’s not a magic potion that can make you go all Katy Perry in one day from Li’l Wayne, mind it. But it does soothe your skin and repeated uses do make them vanish as I have seen on myself. I hope that to you all too. Let the dimples go burn in hell, the Pure and Active way.

Election and Us...

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Cross check violation,
encrypted precision;
decision and
division of labour.
And favour.
entrapped in tremor,
the current flavour;
inked ideas
sides and areas
baseless rumours and /
ace-less trumps.
faceless grumps,
visionless jumps.
needless debates;
untold arguments.
wasted rights, or
worthless governments.
words so bold, faces so cold
everything said, everything told.
meaningless lines, meaning 2-fold.
strategy old, ages so gold.
of all the decision taken;
how many did help to mould?
this society, whose propriety?
Whose calling, whose is the hold?
Ask the question, take the step
Its your direction, Right or left.
Quota,Tota, Note or Nota
What made your decision shaped?
Step out,break out.
Be whatever pole.Poll.
ID, License, Passport.
VOTE.
Its time to get inked...
Just dont sit and think.
Press the button.
Go Rock it.

Until next time...

Paranoia-The poetry

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Know its very late...that I have been absent from my periodical postings and this isn't a very good comeback. But this is something I wrote few days back and wanted to share with you guys. So here it is..

Paranoia

Who’s there?

I saw you so don’t hide.

Don’t fool me with that face,

I know. The games you play;

Don’t scare me.

This mirror is just an excuse to veil.

But you constantly fail;

Cause I see you.

 I know you’re there. I knew then too.

When you followed me yesterday.

And when I looked back,

Like a lifeless shadow you lay.

They think I talk to myself,

But you know I am not paranoid.

Cause I know your trick now,

I can hear you voice.

You can fool them by hiding,

But how my eyes will you deceive;

This dark room contains more than the eye meets.

More than they perceive.

So out you come from that corner,

Or is it that shadow, na…

See, at last I caught you;

Ha..ha..ha…

Until next time guys.....

For how long??!!!...

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Vote for this, vote for that, vote for your happiness, vote for your democracy, vote for your country, vote because its your right and all that non-sense. If you're living in India right now and like I don't about other states but West Bengal has really jammed my ears with the amount Beg to Vote campaigns it has lined up.There are vehicles glaring, Mics blaring and candidates snaring. All for the one thing we are supposed to think about deeply. Nope. There is nothing to think.But for how long?

And interestingly no one ever claims (or seldom does) what he or she has done for the locality he or she represents but all one or other claims is what the opposite party has not done. The tone of this election game isn't what we've done; which should be the main criteria for selecting the candidate rather the claims are what they are going to do once they are selected. Yeah, like people are just going to buy that.

But the trouble is that people do. People do give vote to a candidate without asking its credibility, without the work history and the development schedule. that is because everyone is biased and colored. No matter what the candidate does, he or she will always have the party people supporting him. That my dear friends, is something I don't conform. This brings us to that place where we can't say that a candidate is good or bad. People will automatically start judging whether I belong to that party or not. I mean what if I supported the theme the motto of that party but the recent developments might not have suited me. But that's not the case here; its like, once a lobby, always a lobby.

I received my voter ID card long ago. And I was supposed to cast my first vote on the great Paribartan election of West Bengal but I wasn't ready. And now that another election knocks its door (and the sound is really knocking me over) I am pressed by my family to cast it as it can cause citizenship problems ( I mean what the heck!!!) But since I gotta do what I gotta do I thought I am going to fill in for the NOTA. How many did think that way? How many of you my dear readers have thought that there isn't any credible person to vote for? Maybe I am stupid to think like that but when all your decisions are going to be a mistake,would you make no decision or (what the hell) pick any one?

 When the country you live in is run by people you can't trust; people who make promises that seldom come true.. Is it too much to ask how long? Or should I just go with the flow. Select a candidate, take a pic of the inked finger and post it on social networking sites just to be a part of the game? So many questions.. who has the ANSWERS... WHO NEEDS THE ANSWERS?

Until next time...

Discussion:Books and Beyond....

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So this is what I thought about today's blog post. I keep  writing junk, doing shit and blabbering all nonsense  most of the time but the theme of my blog is something I don't stick to. I love reading, the travelogue or the history; the fictional thriller or the non-fiction journey I love them all. But I seldom get chance to write about it. And though I have quite a collection (I do take pride in it...) I guess I don't discuss about them very often. So here I am talking about one of the biggest love of my life. BOOKS..(Please don't make a nerd of me)

So I just finished reading one John Grisham books. Sycamore Row ; have anyone read it, it's his latest. Now I have read quite  number of books and am a loyalist. SO truly speaking I found it amazing. Blame me for being biased. And with him being a former lawyer, it certainly helps in research  as he is quite well acquainted with his details. Plus his genre..Courtroom thriller. I mean I love it.And this novel was all Grisham. The plot, which is by the way a sequel to his first novel, refers to a Seth Hubbard and why he leaves his estate and everything to his last minute companion, a help barring his own children. And hoe the lawyer,who is our protagonist, finds a way to deliver justice all in a courtroom. the twists, the well-sketched characters and most importantly the small nuances of law that he describes so well, makes you feel like a well versed. I dig John Grisham.

After I finished it, I was game for more thrillers,so I picked up from my inventory (yup..I said I'd brag) the next book that's quite well... different. The book now I am currently reading is The Cuckoo's Calling yes if you have read it, you know it. For those dwelling under the basement (just a saying...chill) the author of this book is printed as one Robert Galbraith, but it's just a pseudonym for J.K.Rowling. yes. I was apprehensive because I never read Potter, yeah not a big fan (please pardon me if you're a potter-maniac) and her other book The Casual Vacancy was just a big attempt to break the muggle-wizard barrier. But as I am proceeding, I am falling in love with the narrative and the description and the plot seem as of now quite edgy. Critics have already applauded this book and I am anxious to know more about Coromon Strike, the protagonist and the detective who has his own set of troubles to deal with in life. A war veteran, who is physically and mentally cut-back is given the charge to investigate the sudden death of a model. Let's see what twist and tales awaits me in the forthcoming pages...

And I guess after I finish this book I would have gone through pretty much all the main courses of thrillers so I have picked a quite sombre little dessert for me. Manuscript found in Accra; a Paulo Coelho. I have read some of his books before including The Alchemist and if previous experiences share anything this read is going to be a long one. So here's my Read-List currently I am going through. What about you?

Also this discussion comes at a very vital point of time;when we are mourning the fresh loss of the literary giant, Khuswant Singh. I haven't read any of his books but articles, oh! yes. And suffice to say, he has touched the hearts of all those people who have any remote connection to writing of any sort. RIP Mr. Singh. A writer lives with each word he pens and you are going to shine through your golden words of wisdom as long as the pen is considered mightier than the sword.

Until next time Guys...

Starving Arts-The Half Story of the colours of Raghurajpur...

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In our everyday living we see, breathe, eat, drink and live so many  different things whose origins are never our primary concern. But indeed beyond the subconscious of our secondary dependable living we hardly know how many lives we touch. Raghurajpur in one such story to reckon...

Orissa has always been the artistic and crafty Pandora of this side of India and

and traditionally the most extravagant tourist spots we can boast of but like the darkness beneath the lamp, lies a story that faces another side of the coin. Crossing the Temples of Balabhadra, Subhadra and beyond the beaches where the famous Sudarshan Pattnaik enchants with his sand art; lies the artists of Raghurajpur who paint the several items of décor as well as festivities but are on the verge of losing the colour of their life. It’s truly sad that when so much worthless junk fills the cyberspace, the tedious and amazingly excellent works of this artisans craves for such a widespread platform..

The main problem lies in the middle-man segment of their work that gaps the buyers from the patta-chitra artists. The money changes hands and thus reduces to bare minimum. This Indiblogger initiative spearheaded by TATA Capital is truly an applaud-able project and kudos to those who have came forward to make it happening and successful.

Let’s hope the plight of these artists who have been handed this craft generation after generations may not succumb to the inevitable though how much more strain can those eyes take and how long can the colour, those hands brings to life is a merely the play of time if real time efforts don’t reach them. Let’s for once the Half-stories be completed. Let’s Do Right..

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Holi Unholy...

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 The facade of all beings living or dead (or non-living ones) is for one and all going to falter and get altered by the smear of pigment in the name of this grand brother-ly celebration of bonding that welcomes Spring. Although the Spring cleaning of the unknown melanin corrupting color is more like the season approaching but nevertheless we all more or less like to get indulged in this Desi version of La Tomatina that is not one percent near to the festival that has some rules and certainly isn't cool after the ordeal is over. And I keep myself at an one-hand distance of it, not because i fear they will smear the coloring substance of unknown origin on my face and teeth (and as history has proved, with my utter bewilderment, on my teeth too) but the fact that makes me maintain a social distance from this social celebration is the fact that I will have to shower scrub rub soap shampoo scratch sometimes claw and keep pouring pails of water until the skin or the epidermal layers of my skins are all gone along with the cell and tissues leaving only the figment of color that refuses to leave me alone. But hey its not about me so lets talk about other negatives are there that makes Holi unholy.

It's not like women in this 21st century need an extra excuse day atmosphere or reason to feel unsafe but the color spraying and throwing tradition brings out wild weird demons among those brutes who try to take advantage of such a  pious occasion to get more comfortable, hiding under the mask of just the neighbor brother or  a friend and the rest as we know is plain as a day. Also kids with rashes, pets with ulcers and elderly people with hemorrhaged eye are a common occasion to this just because some over-enthusiastic uncle tried to get adventures and hid the color under their hand and surprised you by suddenly throwing or smearing it on your face at you bedroom, kitchen dinning or your loft with taking into account the pet, the kid or the Nana-nani dadu-didima or your grandparents.

That's not all. The biggest threat is yet to come when you discover the innocent abir or gulal wasn't the regular thing you but but in it hid the vicious Mobil,  monkey-pigment (yeah, it really makes a monkey of your face) and what not. The color brings diseases that harms you not i=only outside but inside too because it doesn't leave the day or after but after a week it is still there to remind you how all your buddies made you a coloring agent (talk about har ek friend kamina hota hain...) You touch your non-recognizable face and there is colour, touch your food it gets coloured and you sleep and wake up only to find your pillow; yeah now you realize it was white last night. I mean what the devil,  But anyways Joy Kabiguru Rabindranath... I bow to thee..

If you have managed to put some color without getting drenched in the sewer (yeah that happens a lot) and no piss-filled balloon drenching you to the T, and without slipping on the unnoticed water near the stairs if you have managed to keep yourself scratch free and somewhere far from black junk that the youngsters these days pass off as colour; well, then Happy Holi....

Untill next time guys....NJOY...

Anti-Social Element....

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Slippery,gibberish,always a bit tricky-ish,freaky-ish; yeah to those who can't understand me silly fish Can't realise or relish the feverish attempt top hangout or party non-stop, socialise; like I almost get paralyzed like somebody neuralyzed me with an anti-dote to senile-ise my ant social element and idealize me to this society. That's highly unlikely, impossible slightly because I don't like to socialize;am good with my blog locked in my room that's a very nice option for me. Though my parentsdon't concur to that, call me a brat, say as I growing up am breaking bad; that's really sad coz I really try; every splitting second of this miserable life to make them proud;without a doubt. I just don't say that loud also out; keep in my mouth not out of it. Those fake smiles, hate every bit can't participate in that deceit. Maybe not all of it but do admit; there's some of it, let's get realist. There are many out like me am no exception kid;an exhibitionist. Just like privacy and like to keep at it.

 Otherwise I too have friends am in social network, Just maybe just not a friend-shark gobbling all in the like button of my account, I always found, one's a company two's a crowd. I said already I don't like it loud. Yeah we can talk, come in G+ Hangout. But to get out I ain't that hell bent. But that doesn't make me harboring anti social element.

If you connect to it you can maybe understand; if you don't go out life's not always bland. The world thinks that's just everybody is like that type; well turn the coin around, there's other side. That I prefer to hide so that you won't judge my side of the case. So I smile and nothing is wrong I pretend; so that you won't say I have anti social element. That element that makes me stay away from human contact, from where have you brought that. It's this fact, that makes me sick and you don't get  it through your head thick that I may not speak to many men; but I am not insane. And for the last time I am saying this again, Yo! world, I am answerable to you, since when?!!!

Ok that was something really nplanned but I hope you got the real theme form that shit load of bad rhyming. Just wanted to tell that not having a functional group of friends who meet daily and not interacting socially 'just like others' doesn't make me an anti social element. You must know it, if you know it..

Until next time guys..

Dallas Buyers Club-Movie Review

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What do you do when you get hold of the drug that can cure the disease you are suffering?

But if you don’t have that much time the drug requires.. What do you do now? Sell it for high profit.

That would have pretty much summed this Rodeo Drama based on real life but Dallas Buyers Club by Jean Marc Valle’e is one of those based-on-true-stories project that shows and celebrates the power of common man and portraits the David-Goliath battle of the victim and the system. If you can’t beat it, join it; that’s the motto electrician come hustler Ron Woodroof applies when he is accidently suspected with HIV and is given an ultimatum of 30 days in which he has to clean up his mess. What follows is an extensive battle, at the core of which lies an extreme urge to live. Mathew McConaughey shatters all inhibitions and boundaries in his portrayal of real life Ron Woodroof who tries to relieve his and other’s pain by illegally obtaining AZT, an anti-dote for HIV AiDS. That walk, that tone and that Texas attitude that showed in his character was beautifully exhibited by Mathew and not mention the weight loss he had to go through.  As and with any great film, the cast and team need a resonance in high level performance and DBC doesn’t miss that either. Jennifer Garner (w/o Ben Affleck) does a critical job of the controlling and caring doctor edging on the moral vulnerability; responsibility over reality. And the best is probably the character of Rayon played by Jared Leto, a transgender drug addict. Phenomenal transformation is what it is.

The 86^th Academy Awards has seen very few times such a combination of powerful performance, this acute nonchalance wrapped in a real life based drama and as such it does not save any accolades to shower on it. Probably a film in long time to have won both the best actor and supporting actor in the male category; McConaughey and Leto takes what they deserves. Mystic River was probably the last movie to have such an honour. And that’s not the end. It also took the best make-up award. The background scores are sometimes touching and at other times high octane. But mostly what makes me feel for this film was the courage the actors showed in performing, researching and thus living the characters shown in this film.

While the character of Dr.Eve Saks played by Garner and Rayon by Leto are fictional the film was more focused on the lead character of Woodroof thus the script had to curtail the real life daughter and sister of real Ron Woodroof. But all in all, DBC is just the shut up system needs to stop it’s delusional irresponsibility. Membership is only $400.

Until next time…

Blue Jasmine-Movie review.

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It was still playing then… The Blue Moon.

And that sets the tone for this Sony Pictures classic feature film that has blown minds all over the world with its critical acting, picturesque cinematography, soothing background score and of course the direction. I mean who could bring class into theme, brilliance and taste into the same bottle bubbling with chic fashion and complete with an overwhelming performance other than Mr. Allen; Woody Allen.

The film was marred with controversies from the start and nay-Sayers say that, it cost Woody his directorial Oscar this year that went to Steve McQueen for 12 years a slave (Not that we mind). Another of those period pieces on slavery that America bears the stains of, and that ruled last year’s Oscars too; but that’s a different story. Woody Allen paints a not so bright picture of a high society posh dwelling wife of a fraudulent con man who goes through a nervous breakdown after the secrets are revealed and slowly loses, mostly at her expense, everything she tries to cling on and ride high. And Cate Blanchett does mesmerise. With her epileptic phases, her mad jibber-jabbers to those vulnerable points of time when the fossils of a woman who lives on Chanel and Dior and drinks Bordeaux wine resurface. And Oscar does grace her performance. The Best actress award was waiting to get her, rather, if I may. Cate Blanchett, unlike other actresses has always enticed me with the extent of transcendence she subjects herself to. Be it the Queen herself in the two Sekhar kapur films or the Dylan act in Tod Haynes’ I’m not there, that still has people saying it wasn’t her. I mean, who, if not she.

The other roles do fit perfectly too. Alec Baldwin looks sharp as the con husband and does a pretty decent job. Sally Hawkins as the sister also keeps a pretty worthwhile company to Blanchett’s Jasmine. The script plays a vital role of being effectively sublime and the camerawork make this subject sit on the eye. Karl Lagerfeld has designed the jackets himself for Cate, those prim Chanel beauties and I must say Oscar is getting really high on fashion dose these days be it Jared Leto’s transgender rough look in Dallas Buyers Club or American Hustle’s Amy Adams in those minks and furs and vintages.

I hope you’ve by now seen or plan to see the movie if not do, do so. You’re in for a real Drama treat. Allen style.

Until next time….

HAIKU-Instant Thoughts...

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Instant haiku is probably not the most comfortable forte' I have but still in order to keep the brand going; here it is something I conjured up just now. Don't know what it means... By the way it is my second post on Haiku (more or less the same type). Should I be much better? Waiting for yoour reply...

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H#1
May the tomorrow bring a new sun
For today might not/
have been the brightest.
Let's not opportunities sleep at your doorstep.

H#2
I live in hope, because I live
in the present and/
my heart beats in,
blood and desire; I live in hope.

Hope ya'll like it...

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