The Sixth Sense - Grrrrr......

Yes, that was exactly my response after watching th movie. I mean the ending was so cruel I just sat down and wondered what the heck for about half an hour. :D

On a more serious note, the film was a very good one. First of all the script was fabulous. It just let the person who is watching the movie make the intutive and obvious links and assumptions and them break them all in one single go so easily. The plot is kept at a running pace too. If you are not a die hard fan of "Rambo" style action or "Die hard" type theatrics, then you wont be disappointed. The script keeps the edge by keeping the observer always just a bit out of focus. everthing seems so elusive and cannot be taken for granted. Also the acting by Bruce wills and the Haley Joel Osment is very engaging and feels true. There are no forced antics or out of place frights. Things just flow naturally and they just flow with the act too.

But the double whammy at the end takes the prize for the top award of them all. The closure is not a fairy tale ending though the end leaves all the characters strangely satisfied in their own ways but not at dead ends. It again confirms that every thing just keeps in motion and does not stop at any place. No story in real life ever ends like, "Then they all lived happily". The lives of real people will keep on changing and morphing. The beauty of life is that we all eventually find a purpose in all this, a meaning in the mess that we call life. That is what i see at the end of it all. I have long since stopped reading any so called "Top critic" comments at rotten tomatoes. But just for the sake of it I looked at some before writing this review and most of them were good. But i noticed that one writer has said that the character development was "arragont". If he meant that there was no way that real people could have developed things that fast or the writer has developed the characters according to his desires, he was very wrong. The characters are intelligent and not really self desctructive , sucidical and manical people those "top critics" want to see in the films.

So what is the final wordict ? well if you feel like sitting at the edge of the seat for a good two hours and another halff an hour in bewilderment at the movie. Sure go for it. Even otherwise it would rank as a top pick on my list of thriller/drama films.

Dreams and Stories

For a while a thought has been coursing through my mind, Just what keeps me going ? I mean I have been through so much, have seen, done and felt so much. Why do i keep in going ? It is not like I have anyone making me go forward as it i m on a bullock cart or something. So why do I go forward ? For a while I thought may be it was the desire for winning that keeps me going. May be it is that never ending desire for excellence that make me tick. But after a while I realized even though i do possess that desire it does not drive me. It too is a manifestation of some other mysterious internal reason. May be it was the love for my family, my parents. But even though I love them and like to make them safe and happy, they too are not the main reason I keep at it. After all what i have done already is enough to make them proud. Then I thought may be it was my fiance that I wanted to make happy,proud and safe. But today I realized it was none of these things. I mean all these times I had so much wanted to be wanted, wanted to be loved and understood and respected by other just like any normal human being. But today i discovered what i need more than anything it is to succeed. If anyone of you ever read weefree men, it says, the hills are the bones and the bones are the hills. It is all one. The history rallied behind you, the blinding heritage, the longings of generations is what drives you. The bones of them all, the tears of them all, the blood of them all stand beside you. You are never alone if you just remember who you are and why you are here. Remember it is not just you, it is them all, hopes of generations have been aflame inside you waiting to roar to this world in celebration when you make entry in to this world as an envious and exemplary person. And thus finally I knew what I searched for was inside me. I was talking to her on a book she sent me for my birthday. It was so long since I properly read a book I was so delighted just to hold it in my arms. It gave me such pleasure to dig in to it and get lost in the world of the "Lost Boy". And I wanted her to share in the memories. But I guess she was a bit too preoccupied with her things. Anyway I was a bit shaken up. But as i was going to go to sleep I suddenly realized I just didn't care. I just wanted to read the book, consume it, revel in the thoughts of the "Lost Boy" and bathe in the warmth of a dreamworld only story can provide. That was when I knew why I did all this. This entity called me was not a random creation. My roots go back so far in to the past. And as i stand here today so many dreams stand beside me. The dreams dreamt by the storyteller. They are my dreams and I live for them. I live for the stories and the dreams that I create, my heritage. I don't need any other thing to live for. For this is my life. The life of a story teller,  dreamer,  

The Rainmaker.

And here we go

Yes the moment is finally here with us. And we are off to the party. Hip hip horray

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUUGblNjK20

Waiting for Zone Party

Yeah!!! It is that time of the year again. We gonna have fun.... yooohooo. Well euphoria aside our company's Christmas celebrations are coming up and it is gonna be fun. The theme is magic for this time. And yes that is as in Prisoner of askaban for all of you Harry Potter fans. And for you LOTR fans I fell like being frodo or better still aragorn. At least think i am suitably endowed for that. anyways i think it would be cool to have something like that. And yeah i am thinking of adding some stuff in to the mix too. yea may be even a ear ring ;). Nah i am just kidding. But i sure wanna suprise every body. Badly need to show that they cant prototype me. Nobody can and nobody will. I am who I am and will alwys be my own self. Alohomora!!!

Death of a friend

He passsed us by.

On his way he goes.

Oblivious and safe.

Sure in the wings that he has.

A tear falls to earth.

Drier than the desert it is.

For the cries of the inncocent days in life.

Has robbed the beuty of this once lush green lands.

And now comes the winter with its cold and ice.

And perch on the maple branch

And smiles at the long past summer times

And in time the flowers will wither

and days get longer and birds will leave.

But the golden leaves of autumn willl live forever

Under icy cold snow forever and so.

-Osada. Death of a friend 2008