I want to take a chance
roll the dice
because I feel wild
But I can't.
I want to jump higher and higher
run faster and faster
because I am happy.
But I won't.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
Let it resound through the night
because I feel free.
But I'm not.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Melt Down
Today my heart melted.
I visited the animal shelter at CUPA in hopes of taking a small step towards the hypothetical. I managed to achieve absolutely nothing of the sort. I did however have the best afternoon I've had in a long time. This is, in essence, what I did:
1. I walked 5 dogs; Jimmy, Puppy, Blackie, Moti and Unamed in that order.
I really don't know how the CUPA guys manage to recognize all of their 50 odd similarly named dogs. Let me tell you a little about each of my acquaintances though. Jimmy is a three legged veteran who valiantly walked for 15 mins with me. Puppy is the most energetic canine I have ever met. She dragged me along a wheezing adventure as she chased a squirel, ate grass, barked most viciously at an insane white pomeranian as I breathlessly cheered her on and just generally made me feel like I was 50 years old. Earlier this year, she broke her back and was left with a permanent limp. Even after surgery, her back hurts when she runs. Blackie is a beautiful black dog with a white neck. Moti was the most well behaved of the lot. Unamed is a new old dog fresh off the streets. I tried to name him Dan but I don't think he liked it very much.
2. I played with, fed and watered all the puppies in the centre (four of which were less than 3 weeks old). My already liquid heart started to bubble and boil and I'd like to say it evaporated, but that would just be Michaelish. Then I cleaned their cages.
3. I found out that in order to come back again, I would have to take, approximately, six very painful injections. My heart slowly solidified.
Tomorrow, I search for vaccines.
I visited the animal shelter at CUPA in hopes of taking a small step towards the hypothetical. I managed to achieve absolutely nothing of the sort. I did however have the best afternoon I've had in a long time. This is, in essence, what I did:
1. I walked 5 dogs; Jimmy, Puppy, Blackie, Moti and Unamed in that order.
I really don't know how the CUPA guys manage to recognize all of their 50 odd similarly named dogs. Let me tell you a little about each of my acquaintances though. Jimmy is a three legged veteran who valiantly walked for 15 mins with me. Puppy is the most energetic canine I have ever met. She dragged me along a wheezing adventure as she chased a squirel, ate grass, barked most viciously at an insane white pomeranian as I breathlessly cheered her on and just generally made me feel like I was 50 years old. Earlier this year, she broke her back and was left with a permanent limp. Even after surgery, her back hurts when she runs. Blackie is a beautiful black dog with a white neck. Moti was the most well behaved of the lot. Unamed is a new old dog fresh off the streets. I tried to name him Dan but I don't think he liked it very much.
2. I played with, fed and watered all the puppies in the centre (four of which were less than 3 weeks old). My already liquid heart started to bubble and boil and I'd like to say it evaporated, but that would just be Michaelish. Then I cleaned their cages.
3. I found out that in order to come back again, I would have to take, approximately, six very painful injections. My heart slowly solidified.
Tomorrow, I search for vaccines.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Dhoom 2
..is possibly the second worst film I have ever been made to sit through.
The movie begins with the stupidest fight scene anyone has ever choreographed. The queen of England is travelling with her grandchildren and the crown jewels in a single train car through the Sahara Desert. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a guy dressed completely in black drops out of the sky and attempts to steal them by impersonating the queen. How brainless must he be to attempt daylight robbery dressed all in black against a light blue sky. Even more preposterous, he succeeds. Blessed by some divine force unknown to us, he evades the bullets of trained royal guards by simply flipping back and forth on the roof of the moving train. He then does a mind-blowingly boring sand-boarding sequence holding onto a rope attached to the train. During this time, he doesn't really move, but eludes the guards' shots for a good 5 minutes.
Somewhere between finding out that the robber(Z I think his name was....let's just call him Z) is the most evasive international criminal in the world, and the ensuing song and dance sequences, we are introduced to the heroine.
Enter Aishwarya Rai.
She should have been blond. (For those of you who do not know the meaning of ditsy, I strongly recommend that you watch her first scene.)
It was at this point that the possibility of suicide first crossed my mind.
I could go on and on, but I'll spare you the unnecessary reading. Basically, it's a horrible movie. If you value your intelligence and your self-respect as a human being, don't watch it. Don't go within ten feet of any movie theatre playing it.
The only people that deserve a little credit are the make-up artists. The movie's one saving grace is its sex appeal. The movie is Aishwarya Rai, Hrithik Roshan, and the sweat dripping off their bodies. Of course this is supplemented by random dance sequences where scantily clad women perspire while performing obscene dance moves.
The movie begins with the stupidest fight scene anyone has ever choreographed. The queen of England is travelling with her grandchildren and the crown jewels in a single train car through the Sahara Desert. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a guy dressed completely in black drops out of the sky and attempts to steal them by impersonating the queen. How brainless must he be to attempt daylight robbery dressed all in black against a light blue sky. Even more preposterous, he succeeds. Blessed by some divine force unknown to us, he evades the bullets of trained royal guards by simply flipping back and forth on the roof of the moving train. He then does a mind-blowingly boring sand-boarding sequence holding onto a rope attached to the train. During this time, he doesn't really move, but eludes the guards' shots for a good 5 minutes.
Somewhere between finding out that the robber(Z I think his name was....let's just call him Z) is the most evasive international criminal in the world, and the ensuing song and dance sequences, we are introduced to the heroine.
Enter Aishwarya Rai.
She should have been blond. (For those of you who do not know the meaning of ditsy, I strongly recommend that you watch her first scene.)
It was at this point that the possibility of suicide first crossed my mind.
I could go on and on, but I'll spare you the unnecessary reading. Basically, it's a horrible movie. If you value your intelligence and your self-respect as a human being, don't watch it. Don't go within ten feet of any movie theatre playing it.
The only people that deserve a little credit are the make-up artists. The movie's one saving grace is its sex appeal. The movie is Aishwarya Rai, Hrithik Roshan, and the sweat dripping off their bodies. Of course this is supplemented by random dance sequences where scantily clad women perspire while performing obscene dance moves.
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