M y brothers are Amar and Akhbar. I lost them at a park one day after my mother went blind and my father went on the run. I don't really miss them 'cos my elder brother never let me play with his gun, I bet he grows up to be a cop. The younger one cried all the time. I think he only cares about food. Anyways, I got myself a whole new family now. A "Father" who loves me very much and a mother who's related to me by blood seeing as I donated mine two save her life. Two other guys, a cop and a foodie, gave blood to my mother at the very same time I did. I guess that makes them almost like brothers to me. Also, for some reason my cop-blood-brother likes to beat me up in public.

Oh, by the way, did you know that the hemoglobin in the atmosphere is juxtaposition-ed by the atmospheric pressure in the country?

Where was I? Right, I think I might be in love. Turns out my new love is my father's daughter, i.e. my sister, i.e. INCEST!! But wait, my sister is really adopted. See her father is a dishonorable, good-for-nothing crook. So my father had to teach him a lesson by stealing my sister, I mean my Love, from her parents in the middle of the night, just before going on the run. I know what you're thinking but don't you worry, our kids will turn out just fine. I've got to go lie down now.

P.S.: I have nothing to do with the horrid abbreviations.

Warning: Reading this post may or may not cause offensive line(s) of thought (Yes, this is where I insert the "too much information" disclaimer).


Okay, so I am convinced I've got a health condition. Not life threatening or anything. Just mildly amusing.

Seeing as I am still too lazy to do an actual full length post, here's a bullet list of more random thoughts for you to enjoy. And yes, I know that by YOU, I mean ME. Anyways-

• Some years past (when I was a fledgling hindi movie addict)- I bet if Yoda was an earthling, he'd be indian. Indian english has backward phrases like "time pass vs pass time" and shortened sentences like "I just wanted to wish you [a happy birthday]" (I swear, I know more but for some reason can't think of any right now. Besides, you know what I mean....right?)                                                                                                                                                            
Some months past- Idiot! (that's me), Yoddha is hindi for Warrior. *face-palm*

Because I really should update this blog but am still too lazy to finish pending posts, here are some of my recent tweet rants.

♫ Lookey what I spotted! ♫

Okay, so I finally watched Company. While it didn't have me raving, I quite enjoyed the movie. Here are some of my thoughts during (but not necessarily about) the movie-

Who knew Abhishek was so tall...

1. One who professes and practices some liberal art; an  artist. [Obs.]

2. One trained to manual dexterity in some mechanic art or  trade; and handicraftsman; a mechanic.  [1913 Webster]

The following are sentences on random thought. Fill in the blanks using one of the options in parenthesis. If you feel no addition is necessary, leave the gap blank. You may also reword the sentences as needed. Please correct all spelling errors.

Oh, so that's where love aaj kaal was going...

 Wish it had made it.

 Or maybe it did. I don't know, I need subtitles!

Life...fame...obscurity...stardom...commonalty...law-abiding...rule-breaking...all-inspiring...nonentity...Death.

I think aloud: At the end of the day none of it matters. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

A friend: I guess its all about the legacy you leave behind...

So, this strike has got me watching and re-watching lots of movies, sometimes with positive results.

I first saw JaanEmann about 2 years ago. It was one of the first movies seen in my bollywood rediscovery period. I didn't quite like it at the time, couldn't really pinpoint why. The initial wannabe-ness of the characters, maybe?

Oh my God, Chadni Chowk to China has got to be a hoax! You got me Ashton, you may come out now!

The first time I saw Rab ne, I watched it without subtitles. Now, my hindi is not quite to the point where I can translate each scene line for line, so i was able to convince myself that Tanni must have recognised her husband (or at least the semblance) at some point before the climax. I (as well as the rest of the world) just happened to blink and miss it. Re-watching it with subtitles, I kept looking for that missing scene. Unable to find it, I decided to insert it myself.

Here are the notes I took in my last class.

(Note: This is not intended to be poetry in any shape, size or form. It is also not supposed to make any sense whatsoever. This is just to show that there are so many better things to do with class time than actually listening to the lecture.)

I n the facebook spirit of sharing everything you didn't want to know about me and my momma, here's a list of stuff about Indian cinema...stuff...

The title for this post comes from my professor's class ramblings. He once said "...something you should have noticed about we southerners [in the United States]. We would throw throw every insult possible your way, ending it with bless your heart. As long as we bless you, it makes everything else okay (eg XYZ is completely nuts, bless her heart)". On to business now...

1. I am not an intelligent movie buff. In fact, I am quite the illiterate when it comes to the art of cinema. I am totally oblivious to the message within the message within the message that the story is supposed to convey. Any movie-related statement I make, is done strictly as a mass consumer of the finished product.
   
2. I do not do in-depth movie reviews. However, there may be occasional exceptions.
•  By "review', what I really mean is random thoughts and reactions I have during a movie that may not necessarily related to the movie.
3. I am not a writer nor do I have any illusions of becoming one. The sole purpose of this blog is to while away time (time pass?) as I force sleep on my eye lids. Yes, only my eye lids go to sleep.
4. This blog has nothing to do with the artists "missing persons" or their album "Rhyme & Reason". My apologies to those fans who keep ending up on my blog.
5. Yes, I think Katrina Kaif is annoying. But, she is starting to grow on me.
6. No, leggings are not pants.
7. Will be added as soon as I think of something else.
   

As you can tell from my blog title, reasoning is not one of my virtues. Please bear with me while I try to get this blog up and running. I can't promise that it would be worth the wait. It is okay for you to just move along (highly recommended to you sane people. You've been warned!)