Oscars : Dust Settled

& the Oscars were announced on the early morning of 26th feb (IST). Though some disappointing turns took place at Kodak Theater this year but still I feel happy for Martin Scorsese. The man in fact deserved it years ago. Still, later the better, he walked with the golden statue, Peter O' Toole will have to wait for another of his life time to make it on the esteemed podium.

My some guesses were hit on the dot, Martin Scorsese, Helen Mirren & Forest Whittaker scored points for me. The biggest disappointment was the award for best picture going to The Departed. It's a good movie but reasonably not good enough to win the prize. I was adamant for Little Miss Sunshine for few reasons. First of all the humor in it. All the rest nominees were plots based on violence in some or the other way, including the queen ( & I give here the right to disagree to everyone). Little miss sunshine, on the other hand had such a subject that was capable enough to light the viewer. There is already enough violence around all of us & seeing that again on a cinematic view is the biggest folly that we tend to do again & again, including me. Little miss sunshine reminded me rather of Woodie Allen's Annie Hall, though both of them had different plot but were of a same idea.

Anyway. the osacars are announced leaving all the doors shut (being a true Indian I always vouch for a backdoor entry). Lets hope the Academy people retain their senses next year.

Battle For Oscar , Battle Field : Kodak Theater

This night surely would be agonizing for all the nominees of the prestigious Academy Awards aka Oscar. Most of them would be rehearsing silently in their mind about the last minute act when their names would be announced as winner. Oh My God! is going to be the most common expression with an addition for women of pressing their cheeks with both hands & showing the disbelief ( although within their kitty parties they would have boasted a lot about it). For men, a show of sense of pride will be sufficient although during their way to the Kodak theaters they would be perspiring.
All in all, every one would be biting their nails & while some would be trying to recover from the extra dose of alcohol consumed a night before in an effort to ease off the tension.
One thing is sure, the winners are going to spend a good time in bed afterwards, obviously not alone.

My guesses are :-

best picture: little miss sunshine
best actor: forest whitaker
best actress: helen mirren/meryl streep
best supp. actor: edie murphie
best supp. actress: rinko kukuchi (babel)
best director : martin scorsese / inarritu for babel

To be mentioned I have already placed a bet upon Little Miss Sunshine for best picture against the one & only Amit bhaiya.
I am going to win...Amen !
But if I am going to loose then I may suffer a short term memory loss.

Camera Buff

An idea flashed into my mind a few days back, thanks to Tushar, of making short films. He apparently did some during making promos for his work. Concept undecided I finally grabbed hold of the camera to shoot something.
Lets see where I end up with it. Definitely will I update my rare readers of it.

(3) Notes To Myself :- My Epitaph

I hope for nothing.
I fear nothing.
I am free.

(2) Notes To Myself : An Added Chapter

The inevitable parting with my sister took place on the morning of 9th Feb with her marriage with the prince charming Sachin a night before. She left in tears & forced mine too to come out which I deliberately hide within the walls of my eyes. She is off now to her own world, leaving only traces of childhood memories in my mind when I used to hit her & she used to run to papa for safety. She had always been the core of my family, a knot that tied all of us. I promised her once that I will make myself present on Rakhi every year wherever she is. This I am always going to keep.
I wish you all the best my sweet sister & until I take the last breath I will love you & keep looking after you.

Apart from this, a very intimate person to me told me a few days back that he has started sensing that the child within me is vibrant once again. He might have said so seeing my childish activities these days. This very thing I also sensed. But I must mention that it happened spontaneously & I have no hand in it. Perhaps, my very serious persona took a U-Turn turning me into a child. I am watching it these days being indifferent towards this suspicious change. A change that I feel is soon going to end, never letting me know what's coming next. The best part of this it is that I have stopped analyzing the life & started living it. I am no more describing the things in my mind but I have started feeling them. This spontaneity lead me to creation of myself by myself unrevealed yet what I am going to create. But unworried I am of the result yet enjoying the whole process. I couldn't have explained to my friend at that time since I myself was surprised of this change. Now things have started to settle down & I am slowly learning to live with this child within me. I laugh when others are getting surprised.
Unsure of everything except of the fact that this child will die with me.

(1) Notes To Myself :- The Kickoff

Yesterday I finally managed to commence the production of my steel re-rolling mill, putting an end to the agonizing & tense days which will be always marked on me & myself. Thought the show wasn't celebrated since I found my self busy in preparation of my younger sister's marriage on the auspicious day of 8th Feb. but still I took my mother to push the button & set everything in motion. My mother whilst all along complained of lack of any Pooja activity but I kept myself unheard of it & came out with a quick reply that her presence alone makes the god's presence needless. All in all, I took my first step in industries (recently motivated by the film Guru) & I am trying my best to make it sure that the show does not ends here.

Also, keeping my vow aside I brought 23 books ( I vowed not to read again ), ordered nearly 10 more. Coming the across the irrelevance of word I promised myself to keep off from any reading material, including newspaper, but last evening while roaming across the streets of town & enjoying the pink autumn wind an idea flashed in to me. I decided to give up my vow & test the limit of extent of reading anything. While I am writing this post Kafka, Tagore, Buber, Kazantzakis & other poor fellow are waiting for me in my reading room with their arms fully stretched. If words are irrelevant then keeping away from them is also irrelevant. When I told this to an intimate friend of mine. He said," You are mad".
Well who isn't ?