Half Goodbye!

This blog has been my time-machine for a while. When I see the written words here, they take me back to the moments when I wrote those things. I guess these short peeps give me comfort sometimes. This is my place where I was young once and now becoming old.

There was a time, there was nothing to write down. There is a time when there is everything to write. I guess life gives a bundle of stories every day if we just listen. Anyway, I want to give my writing a sincere chance and for that, I am taking a bit of this blog to a truly anonymous place where I can write whatever I want to write, perhaps it's for the best because that might be too wild. This blog place, that it is, however, will continue to keep a random glimpse of everything that is happening all around, which I keep finding amusing or erratic.

Cult of Cultest André Rieu.

I like him so much that I'd like his music to be played at the time of my cremation and I'd like my people to enjoy that festival of Light and, Music!

    

                           Half Goodbye!

(#2) One Day - To Village of Berry Pomeroy [England]

The rain clouds hovering above the picturesque countryside around Berry Pomeroy hint at something spooky. And indeed this small village in England's Devon region holds a few mysteries. Listed in the Domesday Book of 1086 as a feudal barony, the village retains some of its Tudor trappings, including St. Mary's Church (find the spire in the image).

However, it’s the nearby Berry Pomeroy Castle that attracts most visitors, even though (or because) it’s said to be home to a gathering place of ghosts. Built-in the late 15th century, the castle fell into a state of ruin by the turn of the 18th century and has since been deemed one of the most haunted castles in Britain.

An Skype Call \ Do you have any question

When the interview started, the interviewer looked into (almost certain now) the resume, which interviewee obviously can't see on the screen, and said you have an interesting background.

And the interviewee thought about his background with a door and on that door, there was a towel too. It was a nice towel though, red, furry, and dry. He thought how could his background be interesting?

Anyway, the interview started and came to a conclusion.

The interviewer asked, 'do you have any question to ask?'

The interviewee replied, I think you have explained everything in details including position, the expected responsibilities, regarding the company, and it's culture. I can't think of any question right now, because whatever I wanted to ask, you have already answered nicely. However, on that note, I must add, you are a very helpful recruiter and I think, we must end our conversation on a cheerful note?

The interviewer said, Sure, Go on!

[By then the interviewee had realized that the mention of the background was about the profile, not wall ]

The interviewee continued; you know, when you had asked me about the background at the beginning of our interview, I thought what's there in my wall that made you asked about my background? You see, English is not my first language, so such kind of things happens sometimes, I hope, you understand. When people have different contexts, and when, even though, they try to say the same something, sometimes something gets lost into translation, and then we express something different. You know, sometimes it is funny, sometimes it's not. This time it was quite funny when I realized the fault in my perception and understood you were, instead, talking about profile only. After that realization, I was smiling a little bit on my self for a while, and might not have been able to keep a straight face for some time and I am truly sorry about that.

There was laughter on both ends for a while, and the interview ended on a delightful note, we wished each other an even better day for the rest of the day, then bid a quick farewell. We bid well. Always say GGoood-bye.

That's How A Cult Was Born Once

Today, I was having lunch with friends and suddenly one of them started watching Sarabhai vs Sarabhai on YouTube and I thought why do people enjoy watching sitcoms alike Sarabhai vs Sarabhai [IMDb rating: 8.9/10] or Friends [IMDb rating: 8.9/10] or Big Bang Theory [IMDb rating: 8.1/10], Bhabiji Ghar Par Hain [IMDb rating: 8.5/10], even though they can't relate to the character, even if they find the whole thing ludicrous but somehow still find them engaging and hilarious.

Almost all the times, their scripts make you laugh at the amount of sheer stupidity, you wonder, how one can write such utterly, completely, disastrously, marvellously bad bullshit, but then you slowly realize that to write such kind of pure bullshit, you still need to have a pure genius. You keep making fun of each and every dialogue and scene of such serials, and then suddenly one day out of blue, they touch something deep inside you, and you feel related. It doesn't matter if you start watching their episode or a season somewhere in the middle, you will still understand every scene and dialogue. You realize, they are so-bad-that-they-are-good. What a wonderful contradiction!

While retiring in my bed, I related this inanity when I recalled my fidelity for the Hindi movie Gunda (1998) starring The Lord Mithun Da where he proved himself to be The Most Divine Among Divines with his well-chiselled look and little hanging tummy yet still pulverising through the light and darkness alike. It is still a mystery whether this movie was meant to be that funny or it was just a coincidence, humanity will never know. If you don't believe, check the IMDb rating of the movie Gunda (1998) which is 7.3/10 (on the day of this post), it keeps changing, for a very brief period it reached the unassailable magic figure of 10 (even higher than The Shawshank Redemption [IMDb rating: 9.3/10]), but nonetheless, it never falls below 7. You should definitely read its reviews. It is such-a-terribly-bad-movie that it has become one of the cults of cult movies. For example, you will see two people fighting and suddenly the background scene would change from airport to a dock, where hundred of rockets are being launched from auto-rickshaws and still hitting nothing, and yet it will keep you riveted to the screen. Just like the necromancy of Donnie Darko, albeit of different complexion [watch Donnie if haven't yet].

Gunda (1998)'s Introduction Scene

Here Are Some Audience Reviews of Gunda (1998) on IMDb: