From the magic world to the muggle world – the hype, the leak and the wait…

Beyond the simple sadistic pleasure of spoiling someone else’s anxiety and quelling someone else’s pure enthusiasm, the ignominious acts of the potter party poopers fail to sink into any comprehensible brain cell that I have left. They just deserve complete ignorance from those of us who still believe in some order in this chaotic world.

9:36 PM – 2 hours and odd to go. Even though I wouldn’t do it any other night, I am actually thinking of driving to Barnes and Noble, where I have already pre-ordered my “hallows” copy. The reason why it makes this drive all the more stupid and at the same time desperately selfish is the fact that I have to wake my son up & put him in the car and take him with me in his sleep, as my better half enjoys a well-deserved short weekend vacation with her friends somewhere in Lake Eerie(?). Well, this way – I may actually get to read the book tonight and may even complete reading the book by tomorrow night thus giving me a very short window of time within which I have a chance of ignoring the poopers.

More on the book, the magic, the Harry Potter world, Rowling and the stupid retailers..later.

Hiking in Egypt

The city is vibrant – more than I had ever imagined. The city is diverse – more than I had even seen in movies and television shows. It is cold at nights to the point of slight discomfort. May be, winter in this part of the country sets in late. Yet, to be in a place which is forty degrees warmer than Detroit, is handsomely welcome. I had spent a few months working in New York city. About six years later, I have a few weeks to experience some west coast culture as I get to work in LA – where everything is about glitz and glamour. I have traveled to the west coast at least once a year – mostly for pleasure, but never had been to LA. I can see the most familiar “Hollywood” sign through my window at work. It looks reclusive – could be the distance. Most of the days that I had been here, there is smog everywhere – the visibility level is probably 2 miles. Not that it matters for someone who does not have to worry about driving.

The terminal where I am to board my flight is old – rickety – poorly designed – but serves the purpose, nevertheless. As I sit here and “people watch” in the gate area, I just can’t help but to wonder how is it that so many people travel between LA and Detroit every week – All the flights that I have taken both ways have been extremely packed. I feel like, my regular upgrade privilege in NWA has been robbed, as I normally end up getting a coach class seat – a downright harassment on a 5 hour flight, where one is left to squirm in a space that is ‘unsquirmable‘!

Recent reads -

“A walk in the Clouds” by Bill Bryson – The man with witty temper has his way with words & he made sure that the 870 mile stretch he hiked felt like 8700 miles to his readers. But a very real travel adventure story, very well told by this Iowa author – if you ever thought you would hike the AT one day, this book is sure to encourage you to do that. Here is a funny quote from this book..

Black bears rarely attack. But here’s the thing. Sometimes they do. All bears are agile, cunning and immensely strong, and they are always hungry. If they want to kill you and eat you, they can, and pretty much whenever they want. That doesn’t happen often, but – and here is the absolutely salient point – once would be enough.

“The Egyptologist” by Arthur Phillips
– I was not really sure what I had in hand, when I bought the book truly based on the summary on the cover. The setting quite intriguing, the fictional story quite realistic and the author’s knack to narrate a story set in a land about 100 years ago, with so much history clouding over the natives of the soil is worth commending, specially since he did it in an epistolary form (through a series of letters). The book is okay just for the concept – to me, it dragged at some point. But overall Phillips stuck to his imaginative “characterization” very well — throughout, constantly weaving them through some bitterly funny thread with sympathetic stitches sewn all over. If you are looking for some innovative writing on some complex themes, here you have another author to check out.

Hunt and Read !

There is dampness in the air around me. While the first conscious breath every morning feels the same – so blessed and so clean, it is the darkness outside that brings that stillness in my mind. Quite swiftly, these still moments last only a second – or so it seems, every morning.
But like all preposterous thoughts, this too fades away to bring me back to reality.

Ok..that was my attempt to summarize the rather lackadaisical moments of my present, largely due to work – notwithstanding my attempts to admit it and let it be that way.

Managed to watch Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu in theatres. Even though the movie satisfied the Kamal Hassan fan in me, it didn’t quite do the same for the Gautham admirer in me. I know Gautham is not the best director around but I certainly had more expectations on the movie because he is capable of being there in the top. May be, it was me. On the whole, the movie had great storyline – great narrative – very matured handling of many emotions (not with the usual dramatism) – and of couse subdued portrayal of all important characters. When the media is going ga-ga over the production values of the movie, I should say, it was just upto the par – par as in – what you should expect these days from a good production company from India. Gautham surely resorted to some cliches – but if the box office record is anything to go by, then my fear is that cliches do make movies work (still) in Tamil Nadu. The Raghavan-Aradhana relationship was handled very well. And my last complaint is the urgency with which Kamal should start addressing his paunchy prevalence.

Recent Read – “The Glass House” by Amitav Ghosh. I am not too proud to say that I had not heard of Ghosh till I saw this book in a book store during my recent visit to India. But I should say this was one of the most exhaustive fiction that I had read in the recent past. Exhaustive only because of the range of emotions, places, history, culture, traditions, food, you-name-it and most importantly “generations” that the author covers in the book. Amazing..I now know a thing or two about Burma and how integrated the country is/was with India. The characters in the story are aplenty and they will give Vyasa a run for his imagination just for their number. There are pages in the story where the calendar flips a few years in a matter of sentences, but there are pages where even days don’t go by. I strongly recommend this book to anyone interested in reading some serious “fiction-meets-history” literature coming from the Indian sub-continent. I am surely going to hunt for Ghosh’s “The Hungry Tide” next.

Catching up…

Never thought my work would actually keep me away from blogging this long. More of a prioritizing issue – Wasn’t really hitting the mark after my long days of meetings at work, to be able to collect my thoughts in my own way and to motivate myself to put them in a nice format before I can reassure myself once again that it is perfectly ok to share them with you.

Let’s see… I may have a plenty of ground to cover if I have to fill in the missing pages in the diary. So here is a minced version of what’s going on around me, on me, involving me and anything that concerns me.

Books – (that I read recently or am reading)

Riot by Shashi Tharoor (an amazing “he said”, “she said” account of a fictitious Hindu-Muslim riot based on a real riot). When I start making my own movies, I will try to adapt this style for one.

Whiteout by Ken Follet (set in Scotland, involves bio-terrorism and a page turning thriller. Super for in flight reading – it’s just that the 1 hour flights between Detroit and Pittsburgh seemed painfully shorter at times, when I was reading this book).

Truth by Al Franken (even the left side of me found some narrations little too stretched for a liberal mind. Nevertheless, a good read to get your blood boiling if you hate everything that’s going on politically around you now).

Freakonomics by Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner (literally a rogue economist’s view on everything and anything that you and I have always believed in. Just makes you wonder if there is anything that is clear as water in this world – I haven’t completed this yet. But this is definitely thinking out of the box).

Music –

Rang De Basanti by A R Rahman – Need I add anymore? Well. I will in my next blog as I am still sucking the album drop by drop. A youthful yet an experimental Hindi album by Rahman. Lots to say about this album. “I love it” – is the summary of that lot.

Other than the hip-hop inundation that I get to listen to everyday (some I secretly would admit liking when I am in a mood for thumping bass, no melody and some funny – unintelligent lyrics), one song that caught my attention in recent times is Beverly Hills by Weezer – certainly not because of it’s “Playboy” value but more because of the attempt to create rock music again for the 21st century.

And what about the Santana song featuring Steven Taylor? I think it caught my attention only because it was them. Just feel better doesn’t make you feel better at all.

Movies –

Goblet of Fire – A must watch for those who have seen the first 3 movies and who have read all the books. I thought there was a more mature handling of the script in this version as the story demands it, what with the lead characters touching their adolescent hoods.

Wedding Date – A chick-flick which I am supposed to be embarrassed to admit that I watched. But what the heck? A light movie nevertheless with absolute déjà vu written all over. Why can’t Hollywood get over this kind of romantic comedies plotted along the same line?

Finding Neverland – Johnny Depp all the way. I watched the movie only for him and he is brilliant! Of course Kate Winslet’s performance stood out surprisingly and I like her even more now.

Is that all? No. There’s definitely more to fill in. But for now, the winter storm advisory in the Pittsburgh area is in the top of my head and I have to make sure I am able to get out tomorrow night.

Driving back home

Just getting back to the traveling grind is what that made my life so busy the past week. I think it is more of trying to get my bearings right in my first week on the road – not that I was really tied up. Northwest Airlines files for chapter 11 protection and I get to fly on their carrier on a Sunday afternoon. A dopey Sunday mid-morning tennis date with my sister-in-law and her husband gave Kameshwari an opportunity to show some of her recently learned skills. Nevertheless, I soon figured out I was not hitting the ball clean. This was just my second time on the tennis court this year and I realized how much I miss this game. Not long ago, I was a regular in my hometown tennis club (not to boast of the only one we had) every morning hitting the ball tough and hard against a bunch of equally enthusiastic tennis lovers who would give a run for my every run on a perfectly dried up yet closely supervised (by a hung-over tennis coach) clay court. If there was one (or 2) tennis court(s) I could swear my allegiance to for all the stroking pleasure, it would be those two – Darn! Did I owe my forehand to those 2 young chaps who arguably were of my age (about) but were inarguably smaller than me? Well. This may be called digressing…

An hour worth of tennis later, I just had an hour to pack my bags and get to the airport – After comfortably getting seated in Seat 8 A; I closed my eyes for what I thought was for a sense of rest. But 2 hours later, we were still at the gate and by the time I landed in Orlando, the reception dinner for which I was going to was definitely over. The drive to this resort was not all that bad and I was only too glad to find out that there was a Chinese restaurant right across the street which was open still at 10 PM. The next 3 days were just loads and barrels of fun interspersed with some highly drool-worthy, five-star food always laced with great desserts and the not-so-forgettable beer & wine. Oh! Did I forget to mention that I was in training for those 3 days?

After I got home at 9:30 PM on Wednesday, knowing very well that I had to make a quick drive back to the airport the next morning, I was just excited to see Nakul albeit in his sleeping posture. Driving to the airport at 4:30 AM is terrible. But it is worse when you find out after going to the airport that your flight is delayed.
I was cursing United airlines all along – I could have chosen a Northwest flight that was leaving an hour later (to keep my miles bank going). After a mad rush out of O’Hare and a long drive to my client site, I was relaxed to be in their well lit lounge.

When things go wrong, things that follow just go wrong’er’. More than 5 hours in a stationary plane that evening (almost from 6 PM to 11 PM), we were literally kicked out of the plane after all the wait – it was agonizing beyond any word in my regular & politically correct vocabulary. Painful like never before and hopefully never again. Finally at midnight, I trudged out of the plane and dashed off to the rental car counter. A Cadillac Deville just gave me some comfort on that sleep depraved-300-mile-drive night. The drive back home never felt so long. Finally, I was home at 4:50 AM.

For the simple reason I didn’t want to wake my wife up, I wanted to open the door as quietly as I could. Kameshwari probably was wondering all night long why the hell I hadn’t called her, with the slightest idea on how my new cell phone had no juice left in it. I was not successful – My many attempts to get the right key into the key hole only made her walk to the door.

“Hmm… did you drive..?”
“Yes. I did honey…”

That was my week of flight delays and airport snacks. At least Harlan Coben’s “Gone for Good” gave me some sleazy company.

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