I have been a vegetarian for the past few years .... But I am not a vegan I am a lacto-occassionaly-ovo vegetarian... I eat my share of cakes and pastries ("eat" is such a polite understatement...such a civilized substitute for ...uhhhhm..."hog" ")....... but this post is not to endorse eggs ..its just some harmless rambling about them....
interestingly I particularly avoid dishes where the egg is very visible as an "egg".. like an omlette , a poach and my dad's favorite dim shedhho...okay my feelings for dim shedhho or boiled egg..needs a little elaboration here... I mean ya its nutritious , ya its filling, but it smells awful, I can understand that very kind mothers earnestly want their sons and daughters to grow up tall and strong so that they can epang opang jhopang through life BUT they can feed them boiled eggs at home !!!!!!!!!!!! Why torcher other souls by stuffing that awful boiled egg in their kid's tiffin box?...... and some moms even unleash all their motherly love by placing a shondesh (a sweet dish) right beside the egg...so wholesome (read bad smelling, yucky looking) food indeed......!
Coming back to what I eat.(its my post remember !) so food stuff, where the egg is invisible...uhhmmm those dishes are absolutely irresistible ..pastries, cake , pudding...[when I eat these I try to convince myself by my jethu's argument- these eggs have not been fertilized by the morog (cock..u c) so technically no chick in the egg, so they are vegetarian eggs...] ..oh and by the way, an advice for people cooking cakes or puddings for the first time....go easy on the eggs...friends can be polite about too much salt but too many eggs just hits you on the nose...too yucky for you to actually even think of being polite!
I remember as a child I had this great craft book which was like a Disneyland on paper for me....I would take great trips....dream about making the incredible stuff , try them, spoil and waste a lot of it and resign...one object was this gigantic tree with painted egg shells on the branches, I thought of trying that and to the immense relief of my mother I just thought...........
Then there is the old penguin....you take an empty shell put those eye dropper things on top (which actually looks like a penguin head) and paint the shell black and white ..voila ! there's a penguin...I was successful in creating it !!woo -hoo! (yaah that's BIG for me because when I draw something I need to label it for the world to understand)...
There's something about those catch phrases of advertisements that you remember after ages....thus it is with "sunday ho yaa monday roz khao anday" ...... haha and well may be I'll do a post on ad jingles, since for an entire month I was humming "doodh doodh doodh doodh"..sigh ! the age of innocence...(still love it !) ...imagine singing that in college !
Well as for endorsing eggs , nothing did a better job than that Govinda and Sanjay Dutt song..."aao sikhau tumhe ande ka funda"........a whole song dedicated to Andaa...wow Bollywood is truly unbelievable !
Talking of eggs how can I not name my favourite detective in the whole universe, the little egg-headed Belgian Mr. Poirot.................as if his little gray cells were not enough to charm me ....his short height and the egg head made him all the more adorable .........
Bye for now.....more useless ramblings to follow !
Mostly divine. At times Bovine.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
A Few Films , Which I Saw In The Theaters And Then Felt like Murdering Myself-2
4. Inception: This might raise a few eyebrows (for the first time i don't regret the fact that very few people read my blog). The first response that this elicits is that i have not understood the "complex" movie, well, trust me i have ! I had previously blogged about it but that was more of an outlet for the extreme levels of annoyance that i experienced immediately after watching the film.
I think now i am at a better position to explain why i did not like it. Reason 1. Flimsy Plot: Leo knows how to plant ideas in dreams, tries it on his wife, screws her up, she dies. Goes on trying it on every one else, gets screwed up himself, lastly tries it on one guy, takes help and well they succeed. Yes there have been films which have had thinner plot lines, sillier concepts ( example: all the rom-com's), but they never pretended to be anything else. 2. simplified execution: everything was simplified to the bare minimum. To show leo's levels of subconscious, they showed an elevator scene, how much more explicit can you get? They did try a great deal to impress with all the time travel, which was gripping in the beginning but in the last few minutes of the film, with three incidents happening at 3 levels , i was yawning, not out of confusion but out of boredom. 3.overdoing the dream and "subconscious" thing: I mean for someone who has not seen any movies related to this concept , this might seem like a great idea, but the truth is better films have been made on this subject. Altering dreams was a part of Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, but there this was a concept used in the plot, it was not the plot. Here the novelty of the "idea" dies fast, its a bore-athon for the remaining part of it.
what however saves it , is the brilliant cinematography, the visuals when Leo and the Ellen take a walk, and he is explaining stuff to her, is breathtaking........
I think the biggest thing that worked in its favour was a bad first lot of audience...they had never seen anything similar to it......the time travel, cinematography overwhelmed them, they praised the movie to the sky and then the reviewers gave a lukewarm response (at least the reviewers i read and consider level headed- A.O Scott, Rajeev Masand) and well the rest like me , followed the herd to find out what's happening? why such a loud buzz about it??? sorry folks...i was seriously disappointed!
5. Autograph: For Inception I felt bad that i ignored Masand's and Scott's implicit advice, but for this i do not have any cause to blame myself. Another Rituparno Ghosh wannabe movie that just failed to make a mark. Great songs...i mean GREAT songs but terrible movie. Nandana looked caked with make up. The romance between the couple looked so forced that i thought they were real life siblings forced to act in a romantic role. The movie within a movie device , so beautifully employed in Abohoman , was ridiculously employed here. The change in Indraneel's character was just weirdly abrupt !...and Prosenjit overacted in the first half ......especially during his first encounter with the wannabe director in his flat. The actors looked ill at ease on-screen. Plot could have been executed better in a less "wannabe-aaantel" or "o-i'm-so-intellectual" way.
Very little was real about the film despite the efforts to keep it so. i mean Nandana leaves the house at night then goes alone to that highway dhaba to pay the little boy, and the whole going-for-dinner-every-night thing was irritating, no sane girlfriend would do that and no boyfriend would tolerate that ... (okay this is a personal opinion). It was a total headache generator all the way...i expected a mature performance from Prosenjit (like in Dosor)...but again was disappointed. The ending was irritatingly cliche, with Nandana going to a hill station to teach (like Kareena in Jab We Met).....there would be no unemployment in West Bengal if getting such a job would be that easy (did the director wonder what the GJM is revolting about in Darjeeling??? ).....and why is teaching the most depressing alternative to a screwed up life??? well lets face it...not all teachers are frustrated souls (some are for sure !)............and i was totally taken aback by Mr. Barun Chanda's review in t2... he found Abohoman difficult to understand , which i definitely did not ( may be Shob Choritro was a little too much of a poetry to digest but certainly not Abohoman), and he pointed out several flaws in Autograph but not the fact that it was a hacked up effort of employing the devices of movie within a movie....flashback scenes etc......... neways....
That's the end of my list....here's praying i do not waste my dad's money watching any stupid film the next year!!
I think now i am at a better position to explain why i did not like it. Reason 1. Flimsy Plot: Leo knows how to plant ideas in dreams, tries it on his wife, screws her up, she dies. Goes on trying it on every one else, gets screwed up himself, lastly tries it on one guy, takes help and well they succeed. Yes there have been films which have had thinner plot lines, sillier concepts ( example: all the rom-com's), but they never pretended to be anything else. 2. simplified execution: everything was simplified to the bare minimum. To show leo's levels of subconscious, they showed an elevator scene, how much more explicit can you get? They did try a great deal to impress with all the time travel, which was gripping in the beginning but in the last few minutes of the film, with three incidents happening at 3 levels , i was yawning, not out of confusion but out of boredom. 3.overdoing the dream and "subconscious" thing: I mean for someone who has not seen any movies related to this concept , this might seem like a great idea, but the truth is better films have been made on this subject. Altering dreams was a part of Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, but there this was a concept used in the plot, it was not the plot. Here the novelty of the "idea" dies fast, its a bore-athon for the remaining part of it.
what however saves it , is the brilliant cinematography, the visuals when Leo and the Ellen take a walk, and he is explaining stuff to her, is breathtaking........
I think the biggest thing that worked in its favour was a bad first lot of audience...they had never seen anything similar to it......the time travel, cinematography overwhelmed them, they praised the movie to the sky and then the reviewers gave a lukewarm response (at least the reviewers i read and consider level headed- A.O Scott, Rajeev Masand) and well the rest like me , followed the herd to find out what's happening? why such a loud buzz about it??? sorry folks...i was seriously disappointed!
5. Autograph: For Inception I felt bad that i ignored Masand's and Scott's implicit advice, but for this i do not have any cause to blame myself. Another Rituparno Ghosh wannabe movie that just failed to make a mark. Great songs...i mean GREAT songs but terrible movie. Nandana looked caked with make up. The romance between the couple looked so forced that i thought they were real life siblings forced to act in a romantic role. The movie within a movie device , so beautifully employed in Abohoman , was ridiculously employed here. The change in Indraneel's character was just weirdly abrupt !...and Prosenjit overacted in the first half ......especially during his first encounter with the wannabe director in his flat. The actors looked ill at ease on-screen. Plot could have been executed better in a less "wannabe-aaantel" or "o-i'm-so-intellectual" way.
Very little was real about the film despite the efforts to keep it so. i mean Nandana leaves the house at night then goes alone to that highway dhaba to pay the little boy, and the whole going-for-dinner-every-night thing was irritating, no sane girlfriend would do that and no boyfriend would tolerate that ... (okay this is a personal opinion). It was a total headache generator all the way...i expected a mature performance from Prosenjit (like in Dosor)...but again was disappointed. The ending was irritatingly cliche, with Nandana going to a hill station to teach (like Kareena in Jab We Met).....there would be no unemployment in West Bengal if getting such a job would be that easy (did the director wonder what the GJM is revolting about in Darjeeling??? ).....and why is teaching the most depressing alternative to a screwed up life??? well lets face it...not all teachers are frustrated souls (some are for sure !)............and i was totally taken aback by Mr. Barun Chanda's review in t2... he found Abohoman difficult to understand , which i definitely did not ( may be Shob Choritro was a little too much of a poetry to digest but certainly not Abohoman), and he pointed out several flaws in Autograph but not the fact that it was a hacked up effort of employing the devices of movie within a movie....flashback scenes etc......... neways....
That's the end of my list....here's praying i do not waste my dad's money watching any stupid film the next year!!
Friday, 3 December 2010
A Few Films , Which I Saw In The Theaters And Then Felt like Murdering Myself
Posting about them on Facebook would be a way to get some instant reaction but this time I want to avoid that so I have taken refuge in my little-read blog. Many of these movies have been "loved" by people who will leave no stones unturned to murder me in cyber space, if they hear I have hated these movies.
A Warning - These views are far from those highly intellectual criticisms by some people , who having watched a few Kurosawa's and Goddard's think themselves to be amateur film makers or critics without whose expert opinions no one should venture to make or watch a film. These are the random thoughts of a person who has bought the tickets and the popcorn with her own (okay her father's !) money , and is entitled to her own biased opinions !
1. Anuranan : I was blissfully having a good laugh at the Shopper's Stop at Forum when my friend reminded me that we had tickets for this film. So I reached Inox (a few minutes late as usual) , and the first scene that awaited me was Rahul Bose feeding a reluctant Rituparna "daal bhaat" from a spoon addressing her very fondly as "NONI"..... well i don't know if this scene fills a normal human heart with lots of tender emotions, all i could feel was my brain trying to suppress my mouth from puking bile. This scene pretty much set the tone for the rest of the movie. I am all for Woman- Power but if any word could describe the performance of the two women , in my mind, the word is "nyaka". On the other hand Rahul Bose and Rajat Kapoor were fairly normal. Rituparna's melodramatic sadness was irritating as was the million "shona" 's slipped into each sentence they uttered. I almost sank into my seat out of boredom when Rahul and Raima sat in the mountains admiring the moon or the mountain or whatever! then suddenly there was this loud bang and I sat up straight thinking Inox will collapse , only to realise that Rahul Bose had died (didn't come as a surprise as I almost thought I died at that moment with the noise). I asked my friend if he was suffering from any terminal illness, thinking that perhaps I had missed a dialogue but no..it was a sudden death. FINE! The movie dragged on as usual. The cherry on this cake of delicious boredom was a scene towards the end where Raima is in the hospital (recovering or dying I neither remember nor care about). Rituparna goes to visit her and all Raima can tell her is that she couldn't fly like a bird, the way she wanted to . Okay, my translation has killed it so I will explain. .. Raima was a soul trapped in a loveless marriage with a businessman. She was tied to this boring humdrum while her soul wanted to fly, she had even told her husband once that she sometimes thought of flying (to which Rajat replied "Try kore dekhte paro"...giving me the only LOL moment of the movie), ultimately she is unsuccessful in having her flight of escape and that's what she is trying to say. Very artistic, very poignant, but .Exactly how magnanimous was Rituparna.....??? I mean if I was in her place I would go " FLY? MAY YOU DIE AND GO TO HELL, my husband went on a trip with you alone and he died. 24 hrs with you equals death , you rotten woman! "... but then may be that is the difference... i always have a heart of stone in comparison to the director who seems blessed with one made of sponge ....that can soak up tears in gallons. I remember me yawning, smiling and lashing out at the film with my friend as we prepared to walk out in the end and suddenly there was this sniffing noise , both of us looked around and saw an elderly woman crying and glaring at us. I asked the lord to bless her as I walked out ...........
2. Kidnap : did not want to watch it, but did not have enough resistance to withstand an old cherished school pal's fancy about Mr. Imran Khan. So well braced myself and went in. The movie began and....... that was it. Almost all the reviews have said what's wrong with it. The mother looked younger than the daughter. The hide-and-seek game between Imran and Sanjay just refused to end. And Minisha in a bikini is what horror stories are made up of ! Enough said . But no one liked this movie so it was exclusively my fault !
3. Wake Up Sid: Cynical and misanthropic that I am, I do enjoy Rom -Com's. I can cry buckets watching When Harry Met Sally, Notting Hill, or the SRK movies . Konkona is a good actress, Ranbir looked promising, so what could possibly go wrong with this one ? No answer, so just headed for the theater.
It began at an okay pace, and then Sid flunked, and then he went out of the house and and then he woke up .......just that I forgot how many times he woke up throughout the movie. Konkona's voice seemed whiny and it just shook my nerves. The "realism" of the film was touching , to say the least. I mean really which son leaves his house without his camera that perhaps costs a few thousand bucks? Getting a job seemed like a cakewalk! Seriously all bosses look like Rahul Khanna and they invite you to listen to Jazz. With a few months salary you can totally buy a flat and then even have money leftover to waste the costly Asian Paints tubs, by spraying paint on your walls randomly. Then you can do up your house with a green ugly chair and loads of ugly tuni bulbs and manage to get complimented for that. If these things happen all around me, then sorry I have missed it totally ! In the end with all the boiled and poached eggs, mangoes etc, I really got confused, in the end I did not know who was wearing whose kurta and running for whom. I talked such a lot during the movie, that the sad looking girl beside me scolded me . Thank God it ended ! On a serious note, no romcom's are expected to be realistic and candy-floss romantic movies do not expose the gritty realities of life....but then they do not pretend do so either ! Here was a movie which promised something and did not deliver and bored me instead. It is well-shot and good time pass. I still watch it when it airs on TV but not the whole film, NEVER the whole film. Don't have that much patience !
.....................................will be continued in my next post.
A Warning - These views are far from those highly intellectual criticisms by some people , who having watched a few Kurosawa's and Goddard's think themselves to be amateur film makers or critics without whose expert opinions no one should venture to make or watch a film. These are the random thoughts of a person who has bought the tickets and the popcorn with her own (okay her father's !) money , and is entitled to her own biased opinions !
1. Anuranan : I was blissfully having a good laugh at the Shopper's Stop at Forum when my friend reminded me that we had tickets for this film. So I reached Inox (a few minutes late as usual) , and the first scene that awaited me was Rahul Bose feeding a reluctant Rituparna "daal bhaat" from a spoon addressing her very fondly as "NONI"..... well i don't know if this scene fills a normal human heart with lots of tender emotions, all i could feel was my brain trying to suppress my mouth from puking bile. This scene pretty much set the tone for the rest of the movie. I am all for Woman- Power but if any word could describe the performance of the two women , in my mind, the word is "nyaka". On the other hand Rahul Bose and Rajat Kapoor were fairly normal. Rituparna's melodramatic sadness was irritating as was the million "shona" 's slipped into each sentence they uttered. I almost sank into my seat out of boredom when Rahul and Raima sat in the mountains admiring the moon or the mountain or whatever! then suddenly there was this loud bang and I sat up straight thinking Inox will collapse , only to realise that Rahul Bose had died (didn't come as a surprise as I almost thought I died at that moment with the noise). I asked my friend if he was suffering from any terminal illness, thinking that perhaps I had missed a dialogue but no..it was a sudden death. FINE! The movie dragged on as usual. The cherry on this cake of delicious boredom was a scene towards the end where Raima is in the hospital (recovering or dying I neither remember nor care about). Rituparna goes to visit her and all Raima can tell her is that she couldn't fly like a bird, the way she wanted to . Okay, my translation has killed it so I will explain. .. Raima was a soul trapped in a loveless marriage with a businessman. She was tied to this boring humdrum while her soul wanted to fly, she had even told her husband once that she sometimes thought of flying (to which Rajat replied "Try kore dekhte paro"...giving me the only LOL moment of the movie), ultimately she is unsuccessful in having her flight of escape and that's what she is trying to say. Very artistic, very poignant, but .Exactly how magnanimous was Rituparna.....??? I mean if I was in her place I would go " FLY? MAY YOU DIE AND GO TO HELL, my husband went on a trip with you alone and he died. 24 hrs with you equals death , you rotten woman! "... but then may be that is the difference... i always have a heart of stone in comparison to the director who seems blessed with one made of sponge ....that can soak up tears in gallons. I remember me yawning, smiling and lashing out at the film with my friend as we prepared to walk out in the end and suddenly there was this sniffing noise , both of us looked around and saw an elderly woman crying and glaring at us. I asked the lord to bless her as I walked out ...........
2. Kidnap : did not want to watch it, but did not have enough resistance to withstand an old cherished school pal's fancy about Mr. Imran Khan. So well braced myself and went in. The movie began and....... that was it. Almost all the reviews have said what's wrong with it. The mother looked younger than the daughter. The hide-and-seek game between Imran and Sanjay just refused to end. And Minisha in a bikini is what horror stories are made up of ! Enough said . But no one liked this movie so it was exclusively my fault !
3. Wake Up Sid: Cynical and misanthropic that I am, I do enjoy Rom -Com's. I can cry buckets watching When Harry Met Sally, Notting Hill, or the SRK movies . Konkona is a good actress, Ranbir looked promising, so what could possibly go wrong with this one ? No answer, so just headed for the theater.
It began at an okay pace, and then Sid flunked, and then he went out of the house and and then he woke up .......just that I forgot how many times he woke up throughout the movie. Konkona's voice seemed whiny and it just shook my nerves. The "realism" of the film was touching , to say the least. I mean really which son leaves his house without his camera that perhaps costs a few thousand bucks? Getting a job seemed like a cakewalk! Seriously all bosses look like Rahul Khanna and they invite you to listen to Jazz. With a few months salary you can totally buy a flat and then even have money leftover to waste the costly Asian Paints tubs, by spraying paint on your walls randomly. Then you can do up your house with a green ugly chair and loads of ugly tuni bulbs and manage to get complimented for that. If these things happen all around me, then sorry I have missed it totally ! In the end with all the boiled and poached eggs, mangoes etc, I really got confused, in the end I did not know who was wearing whose kurta and running for whom. I talked such a lot during the movie, that the sad looking girl beside me scolded me . Thank God it ended ! On a serious note, no romcom's are expected to be realistic and candy-floss romantic movies do not expose the gritty realities of life....but then they do not pretend do so either ! Here was a movie which promised something and did not deliver and bored me instead. It is well-shot and good time pass. I still watch it when it airs on TV but not the whole film, NEVER the whole film. Don't have that much patience !
.....................................will be continued in my next post.
Sunday, 24 October 2010
FRAAANSIP
The Starter Pack: These are the buddies at the nursery school, or your neighbours with whom you played because 1. you had no choice, 2. your mom asked you to 3.internet was not a rage.... and well sooner than you could understand what was happening, you went to the same local functions, same marriages, same birthday parties and the universe conspired you into a little understood brand of childhood buddies. Some of these gems are for keeps and others lose their charm as sensational seasonal packs follow ................
The Lifetime Validity: These are those little one of a kind treasures without whom life would lose its meaning at least for 5 long minutes ( no one is indispensible! ) . These packs are cost effective as they provide value for money, you can have the same amount of fun with them in an expensive cafe, restaurant, or at home ........
The Unlimited Usage: its not as rosy as the talktime offers, this one is where you are used.......unlimitedly (if there's such a word) - not coz they are cruel and life is brutal but coz you are stupid.
The limited Period offer: The fast extinguishing fire crackers, you sizzzle with your shopping, chatting, gossiping chemistry only for it to fizzle out before you realize it wasn't worth it !
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Five Things Celebrities Should Stop Saying When In Kolkata.
- I love Mishti Doi and Fish and Roshogolla : There are people who live in Kolkata, love the city and don’t like either. If you have nothing better to say about the city then say you hate it. We are used to that and are armed with great vague replies about ethics and culture to raze you to the ground. However mishti doi and fish leaves us weaponlessly nauseated. Go try some gulab jamun or mukharochak chanachur for a change !
- It is such a beautiful blend of tradition and modernity. What you mean is we have the city centers and new market. That is as far as you know with your whirlwind tours. Thanks! We can do without the deep meaningful analysis.
- People here are not bothered about the rat race. It so peaceful here. You are trying to say people here are lazy, fiercely love their afternoon siestas. And trams running through Maidan is your idea of peace and a time warped existence. You really love the peace? Leave your job and stay here. We’ll welcome you with garlands at the airport.
- I love a Bengali meal. What you eat at Oh Calcutta ! or Bhajahori Manna is not the average Bengali meal. If all that you are served at those places were to be cooked in the Bengali kitchen then all our mothers would have died and all our maid servants would have resigned without notice. Trust me there are many average Bengalis who live and die without getting a glimpse of that lovely Daab Chingri.
- I love Bengali people. Really? And where have you met them? At press conferences? Or are you talking about the staff at your five star hotels? Surely you haven’t travelled in crowded buses or metros? You must have landed from your private jets or Mercedes cars to wave and shake hands with crowds of the cheerful Bengali people ready with digi cams to capture your lovely right and left profile smiles..
You can love us , you can hate us and trust me you CAN ignore us. We can survive without the condescending hypocritical affections. As for me I will never go to Chennai and say I love idli,dosa…because I genuinely don’t !
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
What Kills ..
A stab
Blood gushes out,as expected in a classic Bollywood flick
Sharpened on the stone of a buried past.
The striker strikes
A first-rate wound
The eyes flash, The heart captures
The hurt
of a sudden
unexpected
accurate
stab.
Stagger, Fall, yet Breathing
What kills finally
isn't the stab,
isn't the wound.
But the accompanying friendly gesture,
The benevolent, smiling mask.
Pack up. The reel will capture another act tomorrow.
Blood gushes out,as expected in a classic Bollywood flick
Sharpened on the stone of a buried past.
The striker strikes
A first-rate wound
The eyes flash, The heart captures
The hurt
of a sudden
unexpected
accurate
stab.
Stagger, Fall, yet Breathing
What kills finally
isn't the stab,
isn't the wound.
But the accompanying friendly gesture,
The benevolent, smiling mask.
Pack up. The reel will capture another act tomorrow.
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Wake up Kid !
Life is not a bed of roses (What is so luxurious about a bed of roses anyway? They would tickle you and a very high chance that some bug hidden beneath the petals would ..well...bug you )...
Okay leaving that aside, life is NOT a bed of roses...Let me deal with one problem now. This one has its invincible arms wrapped tightly around my daily routine....waking up late....
I am at a loss... no idea how to solve it.... technology is of no help...because the shrill alarm clock comes with a very convenient snooze button...parents leave early so biology doesn't help either.
The hilarious Sunday magazine I read recognized this huge problem and published about some clocks that reactivates and automatically moves, once the alarm button is switched off .So you wake up playing a cat and mouse game trying to stop a ear-drum bursting weird sound... This was a charming proposition until I realized that getting this device would gobble up my entire Puja shopping budget.
But I had only myself to blame. As if I did not know that my magazine published articles about clothes that no one sane (my perception of sane) can wear, food that no one can pronounce (leave alone find the ingredients and cook) and interiors of houses in which my friend's dog would be scared to live.
Coming back to the problem, my time table looks quite interesting, the first column (having the first periods at a time that's dawn according to my brain) exists only hypothetically for me.Blissful sleep only visits me in the early morning hours throwing my schedule haywire.
When I consciously try to sleep early I start thinking about how badly I want to sleep and then I keep on thinking how badly I want to sleep and I keep on thinking about HOW BADLY I WANT TO SLEEP !!..........and then finally I understand what a certain Mr.Macbeth went through.... .
Of course my habits don't help.... sitting with loads of junk food and watching "one season following another.... " isn't exactly an effective way of inviting sleep, especially when these are of a popular sitcom.
Curling up with a good book results in going to sleep in the morning having finished the good book. A person on TV suggested drinking warm milk.. Well the person obviously did not have 1.parents who woke up at the beeping sound of a microwave and 2.a urinary bladder.....
So I guess I am at the mercy of the Gods.....
Okay leaving that aside, life is NOT a bed of roses...Let me deal with one problem now. This one has its invincible arms wrapped tightly around my daily routine....waking up late....
I am at a loss... no idea how to solve it.... technology is of no help...because the shrill alarm clock comes with a very convenient snooze button...parents leave early so biology doesn't help either.
The hilarious Sunday magazine I read recognized this huge problem and published about some clocks that reactivates and automatically moves, once the alarm button is switched off .So you wake up playing a cat and mouse game trying to stop a ear-drum bursting weird sound... This was a charming proposition until I realized that getting this device would gobble up my entire Puja shopping budget.
But I had only myself to blame. As if I did not know that my magazine published articles about clothes that no one sane (my perception of sane) can wear, food that no one can pronounce (leave alone find the ingredients and cook) and interiors of houses in which my friend's dog would be scared to live.
Coming back to the problem, my time table looks quite interesting, the first column (having the first periods at a time that's dawn according to my brain) exists only hypothetically for me.Blissful sleep only visits me in the early morning hours throwing my schedule haywire.
When I consciously try to sleep early I start thinking about how badly I want to sleep and then I keep on thinking how badly I want to sleep and I keep on thinking about HOW BADLY I WANT TO SLEEP !!..........and then finally I understand what a certain Mr.Macbeth went through.... .
Of course my habits don't help.... sitting with loads of junk food and watching "one season following another.... " isn't exactly an effective way of inviting sleep, especially when these are of a popular sitcom.
Curling up with a good book results in going to sleep in the morning having finished the good book. A person on TV suggested drinking warm milk.. Well the person obviously did not have 1.parents who woke up at the beeping sound of a microwave and 2.a urinary bladder.....
So I guess I am at the mercy of the Gods.....
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