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Another one of *those* posts

My last post totally doesn’t ‘work’, does it.

I sat down to write it, and words just didn’t flow. I’m not a big fan of ‘planning’ articles by making rough drafts and then ironing them over and over. I usually just sit down to write and hack away at the keyboard. Hey, that’s what works for me. Yesterday, it didn’t.

I miss my friends from India. Terribly. Who the fuck was I kidding? I enjoy hanging out with my new friends here, but I still miss my old friends a lot. And technically, staying in touch with them shouldn’t be a big deal. Calling someone in India is three times cheaper than calling someone within the UK. But then, the time zone gap crops up and reminds you that things aren’t exactly the same. Every time you feel like calling anyone, your brain is doing mental pirouettes trying to decide whether someone 5.5 hours ‘in the past’ will be free to receive your call. As it turns out, quite often the answer is ‘no’ – or at least I don’t want to end up disturbing anyone at a time I think is inappropriate.

Skype? Skype just makes it worse – reminding you every second of the conversation that there’s a huge gap. Skype hates me. Over the past few days, whenever I’ve tried to call anyone it simply. doesn’t. connect.

I miss being able to pop over for a get-together with friends. I miss PVR’s ‘rip-off’ prices at their multiplex chain all over Delhi, now that I see how much bigger a rip-off the Odeon is over here. I miss being able to choose from, or being forced to choose from (because of the ‘now playing’ lists), from 20 different multiplexes given that Guildford has only one. (Small towns based around a university are the norm in UK.) I miss being able to have endless conversations. Especially with…

Am I realizing all this, now that I have considerably more free time? Have I been trying to shut out all this by piling myself with a lot of work?

Alone
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Wait. Why do I even blog?

Why am I writing this on my blog? Shouldn’t this be a private post?

I have never discussed my personal life on my blog. I’ve discussed aspects of my personal life that I believe are public enough to be discussed, but I’m very clear on what I definitely do not want to be published online. My Facebook / Twitter profile opens up a bit more compared to my blog, but again those are aspects of my personal life that I’m okay with putting up publicly. There are certain aspects of my life that I will never be comfortable with in sharing with strangers.

So the people who think they ‘know’ me, based on my blog, don’t. Seriously, you don’t know me. You only know certain aspects of who I am based on what I have let you know through my publishings.

That’s what I miss most right now. Being able to stay in touch with the people who really know me.

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Mayan douchebags

Indeed. The poster and the trailer warned me not to watch this movie.
Indeed. The poster and the trailer warned me not to watch this movie.

My rating of 2012: C- (Disappointing)
Cast: John Cusack, Amanda Peet, Oliver Platt, Danny Glover, People from Mowther Rosshia
Directed by: Roland ‘Douchebag’ Emmerich
Studio: Sony ‘motherfucking‘ Pictures / Columbia TriStar

Anything by Roland Emmerich is worth watching because you can poke fun at the guy once the movie is over. Be it ‘uploading viruses’ in Independence Day or running away from condensation in The Day After Tomorrow. 2012 is a movie which spent $199 million of its $200 million budget on special effects, leaving $1 million to hire cast. Too bad no money was left to pay scriptwriters, so the script was left lying outside Sony Pictures offices until random hobos filled up the pages.

I know I rant about this every time I watch a movie funded by Sony Pictures, but honestly, this really gets my goat. I’ll write this in all caps. STOP PUTTING SONY VAIO LAPTOPS IN EVERY SCENE YOU CAN GODDAMMIT!!!

So what have we? I’m sure you’ve all seen the trailer for 2012 with cities sinking, buildings feeling woozy, drag races involving limousines and earthquake cracks. This movie is a true gem of scientific accuracy. I know about artistic license, but man, try to meet us halfway.

The velocity of temperature is increasing…

At 2.5 hours, the movie is way too long. Which obviously means falling back to techno-sounding bullshit (like above) and introducing characters from Mowther Rosshia sobbing about the price of vodka.

Advice: watch it with a few friends poking fun at the movie. It’s the only way to survive the crashing waves of preposterous ‘storyline’.