It is Saturday morning, the house I am renting is on sale and there is an open inspection for potential buyers. I love my apartment so this is kinda weird, but life moves on. The weekend if off to a good start, Friday night meet up with friends, went bowling had dinner and took the tram back home. Had an embarrassing score in bowling, couldn’t care less, I have got this ‘chalta hai’ attitude so am not able to concentrate on anything. Don’t know have become complacent or stressed for no reason, but there are few things that work as a good stress buster for me. Some of them are watching a good movie, eating good food, listening to Radiohead and beautiful women.

Watched Anurag Kashyap's movie Gulaal, brutally honest but equally relevant, this is an interesting watch. The movie deals with many ideas politics, acceptance, love – betrayal and innocence lost. How far do we go in the name of ambition, a separate state, colonial rule or exploitative relationships. This bizarrely engaging movie had me thinking hard of something – innocence lost. In the movie a young girl in the thirst of ambition uses, plans and manipulates the people around her. But can someone so young and ambitious be so emotionless. Also this whole concept of separate state for all the wrong reasons is explosive, together with conflict is much better than alone by destruction. But this movie re enforces one truth, the power of women. If a woman wants she can push a man to any extent, such is the weakness of us men as all said and one we do love them.

This brings me to another masterpiece movie ‘Dark Kinght’, okay I know with all its criticism (convoluted plot points or Batman’s digital voice) this movie has a billion dollar box office revenue. Since Titanic (released in 1997) no movie has had such universal acceptance and a connection with the global citizen. The movie gives a scathing view of the American society, how do we deal with a world gone mad (look at the current crisis – financial meltdown, climate change, terrorism). There is an extra ordinary scene on the ferry where people are given a choice between being a victim of destruction and retaining their humanity, a choice everyone faces in different set of circumstances. The Academy of motion picture arts and sciences or the Oscars did not even think this movie was worth a nomination. Instead they awarded the voyeuristic Slumdog Millionaire (and no I am not in denial of my country’s third world status or booming economy, the western fascination with slums is disturbing – slums are a serious issue not an exotic tourist destination for self gratification) well what can you say about the Oscars, they are what they are. I can only loath about them lately.

Now to food, I love good food especially sea food, I have been vegetarian since ten days, and have not had a drop of alcohol. So now my cravings have gone berserk, I feel like having a well cooked Amritsari Machi. The best I have had is in Singapore, there is a restaurant on Orchard road called Tandoor they make the best fish - tender, spicy and satisfying. There is a lot to eat there spicy crab, paneer shikara and sat rangi daal. I love food what can I say, will treat myself to some good Bastilla with scotch on rocks tonight.

Last night when I took the tram back home, I saw a beautiful girl on the same tram ride. She was sitting by herself and was in a green-back dress, she looked intoxicating (no she wasn’t drunk she was just beautiful). We look at each other for a split second but yeah she made my day! I wanted to talk to her but could not muster the courage (no I wasn’t scared of rejection– I know I aint Brad Pitt but am comfortable in my skin “with pride”). She gets of few stops later, this time we look at each other again and yeah she smiles back. I remove my Ipod and listen to music and guess what ironically my favorite song (15 steps) from Radiohead starts playing and the lyrics go………

How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out and you cut the string.