Sunday, September 16, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
It tells us, for instance, that we are a desperately, miserably, and irrevocably Bollywood-obsessed lot if we can reduce an entire terror conspiracy that killed hundreds and hijacked all of our lives during those dismally dark days, to rooting, rightly or wrongly, for the fate of one fallen-from-grace filmstar.
It tells us that the past, no matter how much we fight it, forget it, or try to forgive others and ourselves for it, turns up at our doorstep unpredictably, but not entirely unexpectedly, to unsettle us all over again.
It tells us that justice delayed is definitely not justice denied. And thank God for that.
It tells us that impetuousness is no excuse for irresponsibility, and certainly not when the safety of our state is at stake.
It tells us that a man is known by the company he keeps and, unfortunately, the lion-hearted, lamb-eyed Sanjay Dutt was keeping very bad company indeed.
I couldn't have said it better, or more honestly.
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Friday, August 03, 2007
Taking a cue from Amit Verma's post, I've added my signature to this online protest.
While it’s a matter of great satisfaction that the perpetrators on the 1993 blasts have finally been sentenced, it is also a matter of great shame that the wrongdoers of the riots just before that, which killed three times as many people, remain unpunished. Naresh (Fernandes) from Time Out points me to an online petition that protests this. I’ve added my signature—what about you?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
"You know, we had Lindsay Lohan booked for our show tonight, but apparently she was ALREADY 'booked'. I thought our competition was Letterman and Nightline, but it turns out its Cops and America's Most Wanted!"
~ Jay Leno on The Tonight Show on Tuesday
Why aren't Indian celebrities (or for that matter talk show hosts) so entertaining? LOL!
Friday, July 20, 2007
Hard to thrill,
Nothing really moves me anymore.
There is nothing you can show me,
That I haven't seen before...
I've got time to kill,
Keeping to myself inside this room,
Time to kill,
Keeping to myself inside this room...
Over forty years of fridays
You would give up trying too...
Hard to thrill
Nothing really moves me anymore
I'm hardly thrilled
Nothing really moves me anymore...
From Eric Clapton's Road to Escondido (2005)
Pic courtesy: Getty Images