Sunday, February 01, 2015

PK (2014)

We caught up with the PK (pee-khe in Hindi, means drunk) fervour, primarily because it was an Aamir Khan movie and second, the title seemed to create a buzz and third, it opened to great reviews. Ofcourse, the controversial poster of Aamir chisled naked body with a tape recorder covering his private did half the trick. Seriously? Leading ladies dance around half-naked to raunchy numbers and lyrics, leaving nothing to imagination - but lets gloss over and turn the spotlight on the leading actor in question. Anushkha Sharma, the journalist and Aamir Khan's love interest had us in splits with her botched lip job, and a bad choice of haircut only heightened the Donald Duck resemblence.

Directed by Rajkumar Hirani, the film explores a much sought out topic in Inida - that of God and godmen; blind faith versus practical approach. PK was a much more humorous attempt to bring together a rather heavy and sensitive topic. PK an alien who lands on Earth (in Rajasthan) on a mission is duped by a theif and loses his medalion, which helps him stay connected to his spaceship. His search brings him in contact with humans and their way of life who refuse to beleive him, and ask him "pee-khe aye ho kya"- hence assumes his name as PK. His journey of faith in search of the medalion traveses all the different religions, with each religion emphasizing faith and prayers in the Almighty to make his wish come true. He stumbles upon a godman who displays his medalion as a spiritual treat and PK with Jaggu's (Anushka Sharma) help decides to expose the godman's identity. PK is subjected to a verbal national duel by the godman, the price being the medalion. In between all this, PK experiences love, but realises, Jaggu was in love with Sarfaraz a Muslim and decides to unite the two through practical wisdom.

Overall, PK was a decent bet. The need for the Hindu-Muslim love net was absolutely unecessary and the much anticipated debate should have been the clincher, instead it ended on such a soppy note. My mind was screaming for the movie to wrap up. Oh My God was a well thought out movie that hit home run with its direct approach on the subject. However, kudos to the writers in pulling off a tough subject with ease.

Calvin's CLoud

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that is has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

- Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Happy Deepavali 2014

Wishing everyone a very happy and prosperous Diwali. Have a safe one!

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Calvin's CLoud

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. 
Never fear what will become of you. 
Depend on no one. 
Only the Moment You Reject all Help are you Freed.     

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Final Hug

My grand aunt passed away at the grand age of 83 early morning yesterday. She was suffering from cardiac related issues over the last two months. With a 90% block and no chance of a surgery at her age, we were told she is a walking time-bomb. The end came peacefully. She passed away in her sleep around 4.00 am due to cardiac arrest.

While on the road to recovery, her daughter fell terribly ill with a viral attack and was critically hospitalised for a week. I was worried that she would not make it and worse still, was anxious for my grand aunt. They were both stuck to each other like glue having lived in the same house for many years. Both survived and came home a few days ago, much to everyone's relief. 

Yesterday was mom's birthday and we had planned to visit Thiruvannamalai, one of the most holiest shrines in south India. The phone rang at 4.45 am and I had no idea who could be calling at such an ungodly hour. I heard the home care girl, a 19 yr old Priscilla weeping and let me know that my grand had passed away. God willed us to serve them that day instead of visiting Him. Such is His graciousness. 

When the end is destined, nothing can stop it. The nurse told me my Grand aunt who usually spends 5 minutes by the window everyday looking at the temple in the apartment complex, spend more than 30 minutes staring at the shrine with a lost look the day before. She dressed earlier than usual, had all her medications on time without a fuss. Her daughter was so fatigued from her medication, she decided to rest instead of lighting the lamp or drawing the kolam, both which are considered auspicious in every Indian household. To add to this, she allowed my grand aunt to eat whatever food she wanted in her last week inspite of adhering her to a strict diet for two months. My grand aunt also spoke to so many of her relatives late into the evening. She also spent a lot of time laughing and joking with her daughter. Both had survived critical ailments and in that moment of relief and happiness, she got a big warm hug from her daughter. The latter decided to lie down next to her, incase her mom wanted something during the night. At 3.00 am, my grand-aunt's pulse was normal. My cousin heard my aunt moaning, but thought nothing of it, since she was in deep sleep. Around 4.00 am, when she put her arm on my aunt, she screamed out. My aunt's body temperature had become stone cold. Our guess was my aunt was moaning because of the cardiac pain. She looked peaceful, almost relieved. 

By 6.00 am, everyone was informed. By 3.30pm, her final journey had begun amidst chants of the Divine to ensure her a safe journey to the other world. 

None of us could believe it. 

She had a zest for life, loved shopping and had a sharp memory. No guest can ever leave her house on an empty stomach. I have enjoyed fabulous luncheons and dinners many- a- times. Her collection of sarees and sense of fashion, was both amusing and enviable across all ages. Infact, I was planning to gift her one for the navratri season, but changed my mind later, since her attire had changed after her treatment. Her immense mental strength saw her through her critical days in the ICU. When we were prepared for the worst, she sat up and told the doctor she was fit to be discharged! It was her sheer will power that held her together until her daughter was discharged, back home. To everyone, it seemed as though my cousin was being slowly prepared for the eventual. She was taken through the whole process step-by-step. More importantly, inspite of my aunt's heart condition, she was never bed-ridden. Every little blessing counts in such tragic circumstances.

The apartment has now become deathly quiet. 

The life of the dead is now placed in the memory of the living.
-Marcus Tullius Cicero

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Calvin's CLoud

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
 - Audrey Hepburn

Dinner at Little Italy with Bestie

My best friend and I had not met a long time and we made plans to try and catch-up for dinner. After much planning, we finally settled on a restaurant closer to home, since we both had our respective evening classes, where she was teaching classical music while I was pursuing classical guitar classes. Having finished our respective roles as teacher and student, we were ready for dinner and catching up. 

Surprisingly, our immediate vote was for Little Italy  at Besant Nagar which was a short distance from our respective locations. I was not too sure if this was a great choice after my poor experience at their Nungambakam branch. My friend had already dined there and she assured me that it was quite nice.

I got there on my rusty bike in time. The ambience was nice and inviting, so was their courtesy. While I was waiting for my friend to join me, I flipped though their menu getting thoroughly confused and hungry as well. Finally, she made it and announced she was trying to cut back on weighty issues, so choices were easier. For appetisers, we started with the Zuppa di Broccoli (Broccoli soup), which was served chunky. I was a  little surprised it was no creamy as is the usual consistency, nevertheless enjoyed its freshness. 

For starters, we had the Funghi Alla Trapaneze, which was a plate of lovely glistening mushrooms tossed in olive, garlic and lemon dressing served with warm bread. It was absolutely lovely and perfect for the evening. I am not  a huge mushroom fan, but this one had me completely bowled over. 

For the mains, we split a Al Pesto Genovese, with a choice of penne pasta in my favourite pesto sauce, served warm. I fell in love with the pesto sauce at Wawa, while putting my sandwich together. It was down right delicious. We both like our pasta cooked evenly, so this was just perfect for us. The only downer was the dessert was decapitated and we settled for fresh juice to sweeten our palate.

Overall it was a great dining experience, but the portions were small in comparison to their prices, approx around INR 1500 inclusive of taxes. Their Feedback app was also quite funny. For age groups, it had images of an old man, old woman, young boy and young girl. I thought it was really biased. What about the most happening crowd that fall within the working group? I did make a mention of it to the floor manager including my feedback. My friend was quite amused, while the bewildered floor manager looked on.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Mouthwatering Street Food at Ajnabee

I was thrilled when I chanced upon the newly opened chaat shop, Ajnabee at Aryapuram, which is a walking distance from my residence. During my college days, I used to be a regular at their Fountain Plaza shop, which was famous, primarily for its Bhelpuri and followed by other chaat items. Over time, with work and other distractions, I could not make it to my favourite haunt anymore. I always had fond memories of the place and only wished they would open another place closer to home. So many many years later, my wish came true.

When they opened at Aryapuram, I put it on my must-visit and eat list. The chaat house is right next to my cousin's place. That was my best excuse. I hopped over to her place, spent sometime, made a fuzz about cooking dinner for me and went over to Ajnabee for a lovely Bhelpuri and Pani puri plate. 

When you bite into the panipuri, the lovely puffed shape of the puri and its crispness stands out. You notice that they are home made and super fresh. You have 5 puris with the mint and tamarind water mix and the last puri is served dry. It was out of this world. I thoroughly enjoyed it. 

Finally, I decided to tuck in a plate of Bhelpuri. How can you think of walking away from Ajnabee's signature dish. Each element stood out proudly. The ompudi or bhujia had a lovely crackle to it as did the shape of the puffed rice. It was an surreal experience. I was in heaven. I chatted with the owner merrily who was happy to have such an excited customer, clicking away pictures to post on her blog.

I need to avoid this house of temptation for the next nine days because Navratri starts the day after!

Calvin's CLoud

A good leader can engage in a debate frankly and thoroughly, knowing that at the end he and the other side must be closer, and thus emerge stronger. You don't have that idea when you are arrogant, superficial, and uninformed.

- Nelson Mandela

A Walk Among the Tombstones (2014)

Maybe I should learn to trust my instincts. I had a sneaky feeling that the walk would be more like a crawl. Nevertheless, I decided to take a chance. The cinema hall was packed with anticipation. If you had watched Unknown and Taken, you will understand what I am talking about. His interview published in The Hindu on the movie, only magnified my curiosity. 

Based on the book by Lawrence Block with the same title, it is the story about former NYPD cop and recovering alcoholic, now Private Investigator Matthew Scudder who is hired to trace the killers of a drug dealer's wife.  At the library, he finds an unlikely bond with TJ, a young boy from the shelter who spends time in the library to escape the harshness. The young boy is well read and an excellent artist, initially dark images are sketched and through course of time begins to idolize Matthew. The latter introduces him as his associate and gets him a pair of shoes, jacket and a cell phone. You get the drift right?

The movie was painfully slow. The final scenes showed promise, but did not live up to it. When he finally makes his way back to the apartment bruised and battered, he finds TJ sleeping on his couch and the caricature of a Hero. The End.

What we thought was meant to be a racy thriller ended up as a soppy love story.  SNiff.
The only saving grace was Neeson's performance, delighted the audience with his deep voice and sarcastic humour lighting up the dry gory movie. 

Finding Fanny (2014)

With much apprehension, I booked my Saturday afternoon movie for Finding Fanny. The teasers and movie promos were a little over the top, intended to rub in the pun in the title. My soft corner for Naseerudin Shah and Dimple did me in - I had watched their performances in Being Cyrus, directed by Homi Adjania. 

Set in the backdrop of the sleepy village of Pocolim, the story revolves around five quirky characters brought together in their quest for finding Ferdie's love, Fanny. I suppose, the obvious plot was the characters to find themselves through the journey. Ferdie (Naseer) the postman finds a musty moth bitten letter slipped through the door. To his utter dismay, he discovers it was a proposal he had written to Stephanie Fernandes, 46 years ago, which was never delivered. He howls in pain. The young virgin widow, Angie (Deepika) convinces him to go on a road trip to find Fanny. She ropes in Savio (Arjun), her ex-flame who has returned from Bombay to fix Don Pedro's (Pankaj Kapoor) car for the trip. Rosie (Dimple) with her prosthetic butt dons the role of Angie's mother-in-law and doubles up as The Lady of Pocolim. Rosie, her cat along with the lecherous artist join the search. Along the way each character discovers different shades of love. 

The cinema photography was excellent, with each frame more beautiful than the other. The movie itself was predictable and bit of a drag. If the characters had some theatre-like workshop to orient themselves for the movie, it showed visibly. Dimple and Pankaj were a class apart. Deepika Padukone really needs to pay attention to her accent and diction. She never really had a great diction to start with. Most of her movies also carried an artificial trying-too-hard-to-be-an-actor  written all over her. The fact that she is physically well endowed, much prettier than Katrina and Priyanka works in her favour. Her clothes were too fashionable to belong to someone from a sleepy hamlet of Pocolim. Homi obviously wanted to use her frame for the luscious trp's is my guess. Arjun Kapoor looks great, but again needs to work on his lines. Laced with dry humour and innuendos, the movie finally wraps up after 90 minutes. Brownie points for Homie for attempting something brave and new. 

Saturday, September 13, 2014

The Day of Immersion and Dinner at Sampoorna Haven, Besant Nagar

On the third day of the Ganesh Chaturthi festival, the idols are immersed in the ocean, river or well, whichever is feasible. I was uncomfortable with the idea of praying to the Ganesh idol and throwing Him into the ocean, so I called my trusted help to do the honors. She came by noon to help me clean the house and after one long tiring day, we went over to the beach in the evening. The weather was beautiful but ridiculously crowded and roads flooded with people because of the Velankanni church celebrations. We decided to brave the situation and I managed to squeeze my bike into a parking lot. Armed with our petite clay idol, we walked over to the shoreline. 
While I stood by watching, my help prayed to Him and we bid him adieu. It felt complete. We decided to hang about for a while, but it had started to drizzle. Instead of heading home for dinner, I planned to treat my help to a lovely dinner at the newly opened Sampoorna Haven restaurant. 

Obviously I was excited. I was looking forward to a memorable Sunday evening dinner and head home for a well deserved slumber. We were ushered to our table by the window and that was where it ended. All we ordered was the tomato-basil soup, Arabic mezze platter, and a Spicy Garlic Fried Rice. We had to wait for over 30 minutes to get the soup. The floor manager avoided our table and made no eye contact either. We were hopping mad and wanted to walk out of the place. Right on cue, the soup arrived. The soup was good, but the bread sticks were like a lump of clay. So we ditched it after a bite or two.
The mezze platter should have served along with the soup or shortly after, but it took its one time to make it to the table. The presentation was eye-catchy, it was the taste that shattered my imagination. The babganoush, the tzatsiki and hommous were far from the real version, they reeked of garlic and tasted nothing like what it was supposed to be. The so called pita breads, deep fried and oily made the platter unappealing. This was a death sentence to someone who enjoys and understands Mediterranean cuisine. I strongly recommend removing this platter of the menu or either you learn the recipes well before you publish or serve them! 

We had to send out a couple of reminders before the final menu item was served. It was spicy, nevertheless tasted great. My help enjoyed it while I went home and downed a dose of gelusil. We did not leave a tip given their lousy service and authenticity of their dish. The value for money gets a negative. I certainly would not go back again for another peek at their menu.

Celebrating Ganesh Chaturthi

Ganesh Chaturthi was a lovely affair to remember this year. 

I had not planned on celebrating initially, but my mom's help called and offered to buy a lovely petite Ganesh idol and flowers and the famous Durva grass for Him. She came over a day prior and off we went shopping at the Thiruvanmiyur market place. This was my first time and it was a chaotic choice. It seemed the entire city had descended there for the joyous celebration. We bought fruits and veggies, all Rs 10 a packet. The entire shopping experience was wrapped up in under INR 350, while I would have spent more than twice the amount in other swanky places like Pazhamudir Cholai. I decided henceforth to visit the market on weekends and stock up for the following week.

The previous night, I spent hours scouring through recipes and dreamt about the big day through the wee hours of the morning. The day had arrived. I had asked my help to get home a little earlier than noon since the main worship had to be completed by 1:00 AM. The menu included sundal, thengai payasam, fried modakam, vadai, lemon rice, fritters and of course rice and other side accompaniments. 

To add to the charm, one of my nib-paintings of Ganesha, which was lying idle at the dining area, found its rightful place at the festivity. He became the centrepiece around which the specials of the day were organised.

The payasam made with fresh grated coconut was a show stealer. It was a new recipe and the success of the dish made it grander. 

Technology has shrunk the world and we pretty much as world travellers in that sense - you can connect to any place, anyone and any time. My mom joined the celebrations over video and chanted the mantras, while my nephew added the music. It was a lovely family affair. My nephew loves all the drama and has his own ritual to perform in the pooja room. So while I did the rituals here, he ran to the prayer room to get his prayer bell and began chanting. It was such fun celebrating the occasion with the little one.

In the evening I went to the Ganesh temple to offer prayers and later to my cousin's house to take her mother's blessings. 

All in all, it was a blast!