My inevitable change

The blog needed a change (of template/design/content/structure) for a long time now. And nothing can beat my indecisiveness in this matter. I have been hunting and searching for a template who sweeps me off my feet (love at first sight types). And since I don't like whatever is available on the web, I am thinking of creating something myself with all the duniya bhar ke tools available. Daunting task that is!


Anyhooooo, point is since that has taken a different lane, I thought might as well entertain you guys and myself with some dedicated content. 


The self proclaimed movie critic inside me has been doing summersaults to grab attention on this self obsessed blog (buff more like who can't help but give her opinions about any movie she watches). A mere 10 out of 270 something posts ratio has made her a bit suicidal. The immediate treatment has involved giving her a room of her own with stuff to play with. So you will find This week (that year) at the top of the blog, below the header to be accurate. I plan to put 2 movie recommendations per week in that space. Now I know how much you all adore (care for ?) reviews and hence I am going to try to describe why I like/recommend the movie. So the said person whose life we are trying to save gets a prolonged existence and you feel responsible for the after effects of listening to my views.


Lately my reading habits have become really erratic. I have multiple books on my reading pane. None of which I have managed to finish. So this is going to track my progress with each book that I have touched. I hope this venture lives really long. Otherwise the sad future of my would be kids looms in front of my eyes. Depressing!


Also did I tell you about the brand new chamakta Tennis star on the scene? Yours truly. Ahem!
Yesterday clad in my flipflops and skinny jeans I made my international debut. After the sad demise of Sania from tennis to the wrong side of the court, I thought may be it was time to take responsibility for Tennis's future. 
Kidding! I am not that deluded. Not specially after failing to land 5 consecutive serves in the right side of the court. But today was better with sneakers and no skinny jeans (but tennis shorts, you dirty mind!). And tennis is fun, specially if you dont care a speck about the rules on the court.
Still prefer watching it over playing it. Convenience. That reminds me this time Nadal will sweetly take french open no ?


Is there anything else, I should dabble in ?


~nightflier

scattered thoughts

1. Came across this and started wondering, what disturbs me the most about Mumbai (the pathetic security issues apart). Its the mall culture! I remember a journey taken alone from Vasai to Thane in a shady MSRTC bus (guess it was 2007) and the only thing I noticed during that shaky, uneventful ride was the number of malls. Believe me, once the bus had hit the highway, every nook had one of those coupled with a multiplex here and there. If Mumbai is our answer (reply or whatever) as THE metropolis to the rest of the world, dont you think we are giving a made up one ? I mean do we even realize where all this consumerism wala culture is leading us ? Apart from the real estate guys and the owners of these brands getting benefited, guess we are just getting sucked into this blackhole to nowhere. I mean where is the Mumbai charm of seashores, sunshine, roadside thelas, small dingy hotels serving delicious food, crowd, locals.
No wonder the slumdoug dude (whats his name ?) ended up showing extremities in his film and got criticized. 


2. Bacchha log these days are growing up so fast (with due care not to sound like an old hag, do mark my words). I have a bunch of cousins as my facebook friends and the transformation they have undergone is tremendous! I for some reason, just travelled far and wide, and the growth factor isn't yet reflecting. Somehow :-/
tch tch..
Time to make the clan proud! Pass me the wig, will ya ?


3. Bubble wrap should be featured as the most un-harmful way of whiling away time. Have been popping bubbles for godknowshowlongnow! (did you realize that last word I made up has 5 o's and 3 w's strategically placed!!!!) To the inventor of bubble wrap and the grin every popped bubble brings to my face!


~nightflier

The Bird(ie) and The Racket

What happens when a bunch of Indians teach a South American how to play Badminton ??

Racket Ball.

Well our poor South American friend was as usual caught between us (badminton enthusiasts) and him (a basketball freak) and the sweetheart that he is, he agreed to play badminton with us. Little did he know about the chaotic way we play the game. Mind you all of us had different opinions on the point system and serve area (Its amazing to know that we also localize a 'sport' in different parts of India!). Since it was not helping the new bee much, we thrusted the responsibility to the better playing Chinese girls on the neighboring court. Kidding !!

We actually took the route many corporate firms are taking. In these bad times most of them skip the training part by directly involving new joinees into project work and calling it on job experience. We decided to skip the training as well, just that our decision was motivated not by poor economy but lack of agreement. We taught him individual techniques. Like I taught him how to serve (which was hilarious). Another friend taught him about angled drop shots and another one the art of holding a racket (Yeah! you heard it right!). So after 3 hours of hard work and toil, our friend was feeling comfortable and starting to like the game.

And then we decided to play a finale to reward our efforts. I decided to play with the rookie. The game was wonderful. I don't remember who won, as we played for fun more than anything. 

At the end, the new bee asked me, 'Tell me, why was I the only one jumping/running around the court, when you guys were comfortably moving around ?'

me: ermmm... (He had once told me that he used to play Tennis. I also realized the difficulty in teaching him how to serve. And things started to fall into place. I promptly said) 'Dude, cos you were playing Tennis on a baddie court !!' 

At that very instant, we both burst out laughing. I also mimicked some of his antics to involve others. After a long time I laughed till my muscles ached and my throat dried.

Cheers to the South American friend who played baddie just for the fun of it :)

~nightflier

P.S. After that 3 hours of workout on the court all the muscles in my body are making their presence felt as I write this. Ask me about stretching oneself to limits. Also let me know if they teach how to curb your enthusiasm while playing a sport/game after an year's break. I would definitely like to enroll!