Friday, 26 October 2012

To. Day.

It's been an odd mix of a week. I am not even sure if it was a good week or a bad one or even just okay.

Last night, I slept horribly. No exaggerations. I had repetitive nightmares, out of which I remember three, an astounding number, and as far as I know, I couldn't wake up from any of them (so much for the satisfaction of waking up in cold sweats and calming myself down). Finally when I did sleep, I woke up shivering. Delhi weather is already turning slightly chilly in the early parts of the mornings, nothing serious but enough to trouble you if you, like me, were sleeping without a light blanket of some sort. All of that resulted in dark circles and a headache in the morning. Sigh.


I am not even sure why I had any of the nightmares. The day itself had gone quite okay...in fact I had even gone to see this play (I think it was called The Complete Wrks of Willm Shkspr, abridged at the Sri Ram Centre and I have to say that if anything, those guys in the play made me laugh...so much that by the time I walked out of the auditorium, my jaw hurt). I guess dreams are affected my things other than how your day went...maybe the posture one adapts when one sleeps...who knows?

Anyways, so despite the headache, I stormed off to INA market today to shop. Why? Because I decided that I want to make fetuccini today and I needed ingredients. And while I'm on that topic, I think it's amazing how I end up buying stuff equal to my weight every time I go grocery shopping.

Uh oh. Gotta go now.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

October air :)

I love October night's air in Delhi. It's beautiful.

Those two sentences sound plain and stupid but I mean them. Delhi has, according to me, very harsh weather...it's either too hot or too cold and every once in while when it does rain, the roads get all clogged. But I still love this city more than any other place on earth. I've seen many scenic beauties and all...but home is where the heart and Delhi is where it is.

I sound so mushy.  ^^

Anyway, I haven't been stepping out much these days (except for today when I decided to eat my weight out in food at Big Chill) and that's turned me lazy. So last night when my mom literally threw me out of the house and told me to go out for a stroll and "get some fresh air", I scowled. But she insisted, and I went. And it was good.

The cool, pleasant October air was crisp, the neighbourhood roads were well-lit and it seemed every one who lives in my neighbourhood was out for a walk (it was around 7pm). And that's when it struck me how much I really love this place and if ever I had to move away from here, I'd not take it so well.

A good walk in a nice weather can jog odd assortment of memories, not always a good thing, but not always bad either. I remembered, as I strolled at my own pace, another October evening, much like this one from three years ago. I remember coming back from class and taking a while off, sitting at the parking lot of my college, talking to friends. I remember feeling the time was magical. And I swear, whatever else I might have thought of back then, I didn't think three years later was going to turn out one bit like it has in reality.... (I was still waiting for my letter from Hogwarts).

I'll go reminiscent some more now. :)

Saturday, 13 October 2012

My take on the K-film Jenny & Juno (제니,주노 )


This blog post contains spoilers.

I’ve been making up for two years worth of putting off watching a lot of TV shows & films of all sorts these days. Day before yesterday I got around to finally watching a Korean film called Jenny & Juno (available on youtube with English subtitles the last time I checked, which was day before yesterday). To be honest, the very first time I had heard of this movie, my first reaction was “which one is the guy?" (for I knew one was a guy) seeing that they both are, how do you say, um, Western names. Juno is, in case you’re wondering as well.

This movie is about teenage pregnancy (which made me wonder if there was something about movies with the name “Juno” on the title) and revolve around a teenage couple in high school—yes, you guessed it, Jenny and Juno! The film begins with (like the American film Juno), the girl in question taking the pregnancy test and realizing that she is, in fact, pregnant. Anyways, so then she goes and tells her boyfriend, Juno about it and he freaks out in the beginning but then she pretty much sits him down and tells him that it is their problem (as opposed to, I guess, just Jenny’s) and that they (a) have to deal with it together and (b) cannot run away from it. So far so good. Juno then does this whole thing of declaring his love for Jenny in front her entire class. That scene, I think, is supposed to be much sweeter than I found it…but then again, I suppose it was put in to please high school couples and not some 23-year-old blogger.

After watching a video on abortion, the high school couple decided to opt against abortion and give birth to the baby and, I suppose, raise it. And then follows the usual stuff we see in most movies/tv shows about pregnant women—the girl craving for all sorts of food, the guy running to get it for her in the middle of the night etc (yes, I know, I thought of Salam Namaste at one point, but in this film, the guy wanted to play the dad and he didn’t crib, not even once). They even go watch pregnant parents excising from behind a glass and try and imitate that.

Eventually, we hear that Jenny (or should I say “Jae-in” like her father insists I do) has an older sister (well, she has two—one who is 20 years old and lives in the same house as Jenny/Jae-in & their parents and one who is the oldest and is married & lives in the US with her hubby…and we are talking about the oldest in this scene) who never shares screen time, is struggling to conceive, and that really stresses out Jenny’s mom. I’m not sure why it would stress that mom to the extent it does but then I reasoned that perhaps she really wants to be a grandma (of course, then my brain went like—well, that’s one problem solved!). I should probably get into the family background of Juno, which is simply this—a mom and a dad, both working, no siblings. Juno also provides funny moments every now and then when he tried to interrupt his parents from, erm, shall we say, making him a baby brother (as said by the characters in the film themselves; and also, might I add “hypocrite!”) because he is scared that if his baby brother will be born after his baby, “the family tree will get messed up”. I rolled my eyes at his wonderful reasoning.

Anyway, the movie progresses, we see how Jenny and Juno love each other, how Jenny gets the pregnant woman cravings, how they haven’t told anyone about their pregnancy (and yet roam around the city all day talking about the baby out loud) and I reach a point where I wonder why her tummy isn’t showing. But then I assume that it’s still the earlier months.

Moving on. Time goes by and Jenny’s sister finds out that she’s pregnant…how she found this little info is a little… well, I’ll just tell you. Jenny, who seems to have an aversion towards trousers/shorts/skirts/any lower half of the garments other than the basic underwear every time she’s in her room (that is unlocked and people keep barging in) is in her bathroom, looking at her tummy when her sister barges in without knocking (she never knocks) and holds out a maternity belt and demands to know why Jenny’s been using it. Then she looks at Jenny’s tummy and asks her why it looks the way it does. Jenny is shocked, and I am puzzled. Looks like what exactly? It’s flat and it has no marks and what the hell did that woman see? We never find out.

Jenny convinces her sister to let her tell their mom this news first, which the sister agrees to. Then she tells Juno.

They eventually tell both sets of parents the truth. Turns out that they didn’t tell their parents about the pregnancy because they were scared that they’d ask Jenny and Juno to abort their child. Also turns out that Jenny is 6 months pregnant. Where is this baby hiding? Her tummy is flatter than a blackboard! But I think it’ll start showing around the 8th month and I try not to wonder about that bit. I am really amazed that how none of the parents really say anything you know. They’re angry, yes but that anger is very mild… In Juno, Juno’s parents reacted! These people meet over at a restaurant over dinner and decide that (a) if, ten years later, when Jenny and Juno are 25 years old, they still love each other, they can get married and (b) Jenny will go to the USA to deliver her baby so that “no one here will get to know”. Jenny and Juno object to all this, obviously.

Anyway, Juno tells some friends over at school about their soon-to-be-parents state and the friends are supportive. Well, more than just supportive. When Juno gets scared that Jenny will be sent off to the States, the friends sneak Jenny out of her house confinement and sneak her of to get married. What seems to be the entire school is there for the wedding. I must say, that wedding sure was sweet. Slightly unreal perhaps, a whole load of 15-year-olds, just getting together with a LOT of balloons and exchanging vows (a little like the 2nd grade weddings one so often hears about, I thought). But it still is sweet…it looks very beautiful visually.

Anyway, they don’t tell their parents about the wedding either. I wont get into a lot of detail of what happens after this…it’s just Jenny’s parents trying to sneak her off to the States and Juno trying not to let that happen. And then Jenny’s water breaks. She’s rushed to the hospital and the child is born. Oh, and even while she was in labour—flat belly.

Then we see that the time frame of the film has skipped forward just a tad bit. Juno seems to be slogging his ass off studying because he wants to be a good dad and be successful and provide for his child. Makes sense. Then Jenny comes, massages his shoulders and, at least in my eyes, puts more exam-relates-performance-pressure on Juno saying, “SNU (Seoul National University) won’t do. It has to be Harvard.” Juno smiles and I think that man, he must really love her. Why isn’t Jenny studying? Doesn’t she want to get into college, I think. Doesn’t she want to provide for the child the way Juno does? Have they been through the gender-wise division of labour chart and mapped out how Juno must “provide” and Jenny must raise the child? Maybe. Except then the next scene makes the audience think that it’s the grandparents who have taken more care of the child. And then the film ends.

It’s an average film, at max. There are a lot of things are confusing, shouldn’t have been there, could have carried out well. But it’s not bad either. It talks about the right of parents, no matter age, to keep their child if they want to (I guess, I’m not entirely sure) and, well, it’s quite cute and funny in places.

My ratings for Jenny & Juno: 3/10  You won't be missing much if you let this one pass.

For more of my posts on K-films,
The Classic

Thursday, 11 October 2012

I'm back :D


I've been off off my blog for a little while now (except for proclaiming my wisdom through the comments' page). And by 'a little while' I mean the whole of September. Some of the people I know thought I was busy doing some great stuff, which I wasn't. I am one of the laziest persons I know and I have spent the whole of last month doing nothing particular. But to cease the curiosity of those who wondered (and some of them did wonder) of why I was off my own blog, here goes my past month in (an extremely) random order:

I was furthering my self-imposed goal to read all the books written by Agatha Christie. For those who are not aware of my this particular ambition, fret not, I had mentioned this in another blog of mine (which I have deleted now) and it was exactly how I said it--- one day, while staring at the shelves of the British Council Library, I thought to myself "I must read all the books by Agatha Christie". It's a longer task than you'd expect and as I come nearer to achieving this goal, I also feel a little sadder thinking that soon there won't be a lot of Agatha Christies left for me to read for the very first time. I am sentimental that ways. So, last month I just picked up one book and it's called The Three Little Pigs. I already knew who the real killer was because I had already read the graphic novel version of the novel but the novel didn't lose it's charm anyways because, well, (a) it is so well written and (b) I love Hercule Poirot's quirks. 

Apart from that, I have been reading an account of the history of India by Romila Thapar. I am not one of those people who find History boring but I'm not a History student either. Among all the things that my father has suggested me to read over the years, this is one of them. Initially reluctant, I started off with it and even though I haven't yet finished reading even the first volume, I find myself enjoying it quite a lot. The language is very readable and Romila Thapar has turned plain historical facts into a beautiful narrative. 

Also, I've been cooking quite a bit. True story. And I don't just mean the instant Maggi Noodles either (say what you want, but I still love Maggi). Even though I've been dabbling a bit with cakes and pastas, I think I really am doing pretty well in cooking what is essentially Indian-Chinese food (the kind that I doubt is even available in China, but then again, I ain't sure). Of course, that has it's own disadvantages: now my family refuses to go out for Chinese food and every time they want to eat anything, they just order me around. Not that I completely mind. Cooking soothes me. I know I sound like a wannabe Masterchef contest (which reminds me, I've been watching Masterchef Australia 2012 and I love it to bits) but it's true. It does soothe me and when I cook, it's just me and the food and every worry sort of goes into a vague background. 

Anyways, since we are on the topic of food. I went to the market and bought a lot of veggies and also some spices (think: "exotic") to add a little extra to my attempts of the Indian Chinese food that I cook (must try imitating manchurians--chicken & veg--next time). And whilst I was there, I bought my very first pair of chopsticks! 

Call me crazy, but I really am happy about my very own pair of chopsticks (I bought an entire packet of the disposable kind). But now, here is the thing: I have no idea about how to use chopsticks. None at all. My friend Hugzy has promised me to teach me the fine art of not making a fool of oneself while using chopsticks so I'll let you know how that turns out.

What else? Ah, yes. I've been catching up on my long list of K-dramas & K-films to watch. And re-watching my old favs (yes, I again watched The Classic, A Moment To Remember and My Little Bride and shed many tears of joy and pain). Over the next few days (or who knows, weeks, months?) to come, I shall be dumping my personal reviews on some of them. 

Must get going now. Buhbye.