No less than sixteen primetime Indian news channels telecast the Michael Jackson memorial service at the Staples Center a couple of nights ago. Sixteen is an enormous number and it is only upon flipping through every one of the sixteen channels that I realised how deep an image Michael Jackson had cast on the global retina.
I know everyone loves a good story and that there's a good chance that five or six of these news channels show the same thing at any given point on any given day. But that is precisely why I said sixteen. To me, that crosses the line between opportunistic scoop and oh-I've-got-to-see-this.
The memorial service was also everything that a memorial service should have been. I know a lot of the performances were incredibly average, but I think this was a case of not singing the right songs but one of what singing those songs meant. In a musical performance, you'd usually attempt to hear the person singing. On MJ memorial night, I looked only at the singers' eyes.
On a side note, I really, really like the new The Tonight Show advertisement - the one with Conan O'Brien running up a beach in slow motion. Unfortunately, the show itself sucks and even some usually 'safe' guests have just not turned out to be fun.
Oh yes, with this post, I also celebrate the return of the italic function on this blog. Until I get back to law school and my trusty old laptop, that is. Then again, maybe I'll make a trip to an internet place just to use the italic function.
In case that doesn't happen, <italic>. For good measure.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Step One
By the simple act of downloading two PDF files containing ten pages in all about ten minutes ago, I just realised that I've taken the first step in what is doubtless going to be a set of long, harrowing pursuits.
I can confess right here that it's going to break me mentally, physically, even financially. I can only hope that it makes me something in the bargain as well.
I can confess right here that it's going to break me mentally, physically, even financially. I can only hope that it makes me something in the bargain as well.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
"Have you come to make a martyr out of me?"
I just finished watching Ron Howard's "Angels & Demons." My mum instantly categorised it as a 3.5 on 5 and one would be forgiven for thinking that that assessment isn't far wrong.
Top of the line schmozz sequences, in my opinion. I do, however, feel that there was too much rushing and too much critical detail left unaddressed altogether. The former is perhaps forgivable since the attempt of turning a six hundred-plus page book into two and a bit hours necessitates some collateral damage. However, it was more than a little disappointing to see (or not see, as it turned out) the depiction of THE storyline of the book interpreted in the movie.
However, that 3.5 would've been a 2 or lower in my estimation but for a phenomenal performance by Ewan McGregor. Despite the ridiculous "Patrick McKenna" gimmick (another unforgivable deviation), he carried the movie at more than a few critical places.
I actually haven't seen a single film of his since "Moulin Rouge" and I'm now certain that I've missed out on quite a lot.
If only they'd rewinded that videotape back fourteen days instead of fourteen hours.
Top of the line schmozz sequences, in my opinion. I do, however, feel that there was too much rushing and too much critical detail left unaddressed altogether. The former is perhaps forgivable since the attempt of turning a six hundred-plus page book into two and a bit hours necessitates some collateral damage. However, it was more than a little disappointing to see (or not see, as it turned out) the depiction of THE storyline of the book interpreted in the movie.
However, that 3.5 would've been a 2 or lower in my estimation but for a phenomenal performance by Ewan McGregor. Despite the ridiculous "Patrick McKenna" gimmick (another unforgivable deviation), he carried the movie at more than a few critical places.
I actually haven't seen a single film of his since "Moulin Rouge" and I'm now certain that I've missed out on quite a lot.
If only they'd rewinded that videotape back fourteen days instead of fourteen hours.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
[Untitled]
For the first time that I can recall, I crossed a street in order to avoid a lawschoolite. I didn't realise the magnitude of what I'd done until a few seconds later and made me reflect a bit on how much I've changed and what sort of person I've become.
No worries, though. I didn't reflect for very long.
On another note, Fifth Year, baby! :)
No worries, though. I didn't reflect for very long.
On another note, Fifth Year, baby! :)
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Prophecy
At approximately 8.50 p.m. today, June 7, 2009, I sent a five word email that is already set to rank as one of my most sentimental ever.
I love it when friendships and prophecies come together. Four and a half years is a very, very long time. :)
I love it when friendships and prophecies come together. Four and a half years is a very, very long time. :)
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.