Prince Of Persia

I watched Prince Of Persia recently… twice. Old school, swashbuckling entertainment. It of course helped that the seriously handsome and very funny Jake Gyllenhall was playing Prince Dastan. But the film is more than just about his good looks and seriously buff bod. The quips worked. And somehow the OTT references to the US governments recent bloopers (for instance the Persian army searching for a hidden cache of arms and the arms-making foundry in Alamut was too obvious a snide wink at the US governments search for WMD in Iraq or should I say Eye-raq) did not jar cause the whole film is so obviously one huge wink toward life. 

There are some who are upset about the cast talking with a Brit accent. But honestly can’t think of anyone who will want to watch a film where Ben Kingsley, Gemma Arterton, Alfred Molina and Jake G are talking with a middle eastern accent! The special effects while great did not overwhelm the action itself. I loved the fact that it wasn’t all CG and that there was a lot of sword fights, parkour inspired jumps and leaps and for-real sets. Thank you Jerry.

Not the smartest movie and definitely not a thought provoking film, but definitely paisa-vasool. And did I mention that no fan of the original Prince game will feel let-down. This film stays true to its heart. Old school as in Errol Flynn as a pirate with dollops of David Niven style humour. Me like lots.

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Pass the sauce

Definitely chewable

Right then. I said India will win and India lost.

Hmmm… it really doesn’t say much about my ability to predict anything. I should have learnt my lesson from last year but hope springs eternal and I had rather foolishly told my friend that I will eat my hat (I have one) if India loses. Well, we all know now that India lost badly. Curses on those damn short pitched balls. [Note to BCCI: Lay some quick pitches in India (with all that money in your coffers) and insist that our boys practice on that until they can hit a short pitched ball in their sleep.]

So now I am sitting and trying to work my way through my hat… luckily for me it is a straw hat. Never make wagers like this if you only own a Fedora. That is asking for trouble. Anyway one bite down and lots more of hat to chew my way through. Pass the sauce please.

Team India

The Indian team needs Sehwag, Sachin, Rahul and Laxman. Our cricketers can’t face short pitch balls. They are over-rated. Get rid of the whole lot of them. Let’s throw stones at their houses and burn a few effigies. Or maybe we should wait till they are definitely out of the world cup. Don’t want to look like fools just in case they manage to scrape through!

The above are just some of the random thoughts you will find floating around on radio, TV, blogosphere, in newspapers and the lower spectrum of the collective consciousness. And in the process we forget that these very men gave us the absolutely wonderful memories of watching our team lift the first T20WC back in 2007. Since then they have treated us to many ODI and test victories, at home and away. Why is it that we are afflicted with such short term memory when it comes to the celebratory good stuff? Some of the television news channels have made a mockery of news with their coverage and round-up of the T20WC! Honestly the nonsence that was ‘Housefull’ resembled reality in comparison.

And why is it that we underestimate these guys and their sense of commitment and patriotism? Seriously don’t think any of them want to deliberately lose – face or the match. And do we really believe that this team that represents our nation is made of bunch of men with an inner core of clay or do we believe that they have an inner core of steel that will stand them in good stead.

I am no expert. Just one who belongs to the billion strong club that supports ‘Indian cricket’. I wouldn’t know a short pitch if it introduced itself to me – on the nogging. But I do know a bit and I for one belive that Team India will win. Short pitch or not, Team India has the mental make-up of winners and that is going to make all the difference.  It is all in the mind and they know it. But it wil honestly be easier for them to dig deep and react with character, dignity and the cunning required to win, if they knew that back home no one is collecting stones and fire-wood.

My Glasses Don’t Break

Not sure how many folks out there have this problem. But in my household, my glasses don’t break. The other day I was looking at our collection of glasses – tea cups, coffee mugs, Japanese tea cups, Arabic tea cups, wine glasses, champagne glasses, assorted water and juice glasses, martini glasses… you get the idea. Some we bought. The others were gifted to us by well-meaning friends. Others are from our travels abroad – cups with the Spanish Steps embossed on them, cups with pictures of the Indonesian countryside, and a beautiful dark blue one that was sold to us by a sister at the Sistine Chapel merchandise centre. They are over-running my cutlery cupboard and bar space. We have had these with us for anything from 3 to 8 years and in all these years these glasses have not broken.

 

 

Much loved pieces and much used too but none of them will ever sell at an auction. None of them will secure our future. No chance of a grandchild coming across my tea cups and saying, “Wow! Look at grandma’s tea cups. They will fetch us a few cool bucks at the auction.” So I have no good reason to hang on to these glasses. But I do. You see I am the frugal kind – south Indian. I can’t bring myself to throw away nearly perfect glasses and invest in a set of bone china Heirloom set that would at the least make a beautiful display.

Of course there is no way I can buy another set unless I make space in the cupboard for the new set. I even went as far as giving my daughter her evening milk drink in a ‘big people’ cup. Four months on, she is still using it. Apparently she is even better with cups and glasses than I am! I did try ‘accidentally’ knocking one of the dining table the other day! My husband (who used to play cricket in the good old days) proved to all and sundry that his reflexes are as good as ever as he managed to catch the cup before it hit the ground.

I am desperate. I am also sick and tired of my old tea cups. And I really don’t see strangers queuing up to buy one at bargain at the Saturday flea market. So for the time being I tolerate my cups while I dream of the beautiful Summertime Rose Bone China tea set by Heirloom.