Don Seenu

Saw the movie Don Seenu on Friday. With the usual crowd :P...I made sure Ravi 'the great' Putta sat beside me and nowhere near that woman. Devious huh? And he promptly went to sleep.he he he.

Let us talk about the good part.
How was the movie? Paisa vasool as usual for a Ravi Teja movie. How he keeps so slim and active at his age is something beyond me. All these fat Telugu heroes should take a page from his life. There was something wrong with his eyes though. One of then was pretty scary-looking red as if some one had poked him. He is such a darling. It was hilarious to watch the comedy bunch. Especially my favourite, Brahmanandam, ha ha ha. LOL.

Let us talk about the bad part.
What a disappointment Shreya Saran was. She was trying to look like an emancipated 18 year old and came out as a "desparate 30 year old trying to look like an 18 year old". Size zero does not look good on Indians. Big fat heads on lean, emancipated bodies. And what the hell was with the pout. Was she trying to do a Nayantara? She was looking like a bloody fish...she should have tried for a role in Nemo.

Now for the terribly bad part.
Hubby darling says he fell asleep in the movie as he was not sitting beside that woman. Why what was he planning to do, if he sat with her...Sicko

where did the time go?

It is June 28, 2010.  June 5 is long long and I have been married for 8 years. Eight long years......
Where did the time go? I dont feel older but I dont feel younger either. The seven year itch is long gone. All I want to do now is go home, finish the work pending and get to sleep. What happened to the sex? What happened to those loving times? The anniversary party was a damp squib. This is what happens when hubby darling decides to call everyone at the last min. I am so pissed.

I am so pissed with life as well. The only things that excites me these days are books. Summer is slowly fading and the monsoons are yet to begin. Some days, the climate remembers it is still summer yet and creates a hellish day... On other days, it is as if the earth is covered with a haze of rain.
Is this all life is about?  At the end of the day, I am only bothered about the heat and wondering when the rains will start.  May be one of these days, my life will taken on a fresh green hue, just like a tree would after the first heavy rains.
Or may be, I will be like the parched earth. No amount of water will satisfy me then.

Worst-half

Last night, May 17, 2010. I bought Andre Agassi's biography, Open, for my worst-half. I was teasing him about why Jimbo recommended that he read the book. Because "tanaki chaduvu raadu anaa"....

Of couse, WH cant take a joke if it is on him, so he says, Agassi's life was miserable when he was married to Brooke Shields. Now that he is married to Steffi Graf, he is happy. Now WH also wants to marry cos he thinks he is gonna be happy the second time.

Miserable twat. He would be happy only if he can make others miserable by openning his mouth or if he could spend a lakh a day without thinking where the income is coming from.

Falling in love again

Look, I wrote a corny peom....Nothing like the usually dark stuff i write.looking back, i just want to write so who cares what it is as long as I am able to string some words together.

There you are my dearest
walking into my dream and into my life

Your eyes are deep pools of love
and I feel I can drown in their sparkle

Your dark cinnamon body
is perfect for me to sculpt into a fantasy

Your long wild locks
send shivers down my spine

And the words you speak
are like the wind whispering in my ears

And i dont want you ever to stop
smiling with those sweet lips of yours

If only I would not have to wake up
and see you not, beside me

If only my dreams would crossover
and wish i could be in your arms, every day

A day in Sridhar's life

Sridhar and I had fun the other day just wondering about his life as farmer. It began with him saying he does not want to work anymore. I asked him if he had 20-30 acres of farm land, he can become a farmer. So we imagined a life in the day of farmer, Sridhar Reddy.... and...here is how the dialogue went...:)

Sridhar: I dont want tp work anymore
Me: Well if you can afford to sit at home, why not. Do you have 20-30 acres of land?
Sridhar: yeah why
Me: Well you can become a farmer and lead a life of leisure
Sridhar: yeah, just imagine. Me wearing white khadi pant and shirt, fully starch
Me: And a gold bracelet and gold bracelet. And wait Rayban aviator glasses
Sridhar: Yeah, I would get ready in the morning and i would for a round in the village
Me: Yeah, "Bandlu thee yandraa", kallu taagali
Sridhar: Villagilo okka round eskoni, intiki vaapas
Me: then you will shout at your wifey, "Enti, mutton yepudu readiya?"
Sridhar: then okka round sound sleep
Me: then you will get up and sit out and smoke a beedi
Sridhar: What...no no..
Me: Then at 7 PM, you will go watch a redord dance
Sridhar: What, nooo, ha ha ha. But I am from telangana, record dances are held in Andhra...
So i call out, Salma Begum, are record dances held at Vijayawada. And she says, as usual :). i dont know i have never been to one...

Fish Curry and Hot Summers

It is Sunday, May 12, 2010. Ravi returned from Kampala today. Made fish curry and we ate it with Jolada rotti. I cooked it the old fashioned-way. Just like what amma would have prepared and it was so yummy. The white fish pieces swimming in a fiery red and tangy curry was a sight to see.
It is so bloody hot and Ravi was so pesky. Have been cooking and cooking today. It was a steamer of a kitchen. And we are now watching the West Indies/India match. Look at those Caribbean women. They are so full bodied. I wonder if our cricketers will be able to resist them. Reminds of the book, Zoya Factor.
But now I am reading Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh. What a splendid book! Seems like I am watching a movie. Such a detailed plot and in-depth characters. Now I know how Indians ended up as indentured labourer in far off places like the Caribbean, Mauritius, Seychelles etc.
But the characters are so vivid, i think by the time i finish all three novels, I will end up falling in love with Zachary Reid...yum yum...

Farming and Farmville

What the heck is it with me? I create an average of 1.5 blogs per year. Pathetic I am. I will truly truly try my best to write regularly now.
Can i blame it on FB? I think i will. I am so bloody busy getting in touch with friends and farming. If i was so dedicated to working out and my diets as with my Farmville, I would have lost oodles of weight.
But there is a thrill in having a farm and growing things. Wish Pop had not given up everything to his brothers. Now Chet and I dont have a farm to farm...:(.
And when I went to the village this year, there were so many regrets from POPs. I think his greatest regret was he did not leave us both with a legacy of land...paddy fields...and farms.
And what a regret that will be, our future generations will never know what it is to run in small streams, catch crabs, eat peanuts of a plant, drink fresh tender coconut water, eat sour tamarind hanging from branches and worse, they will never know what it is to lie on hay under the stars and listen to stories.....so many regrets...
Maybe they will just live our their dreams on Farmville...