Before sunrise-before sunset

I just cant keep a count on the number of movies I watch-Thanks to whatever technology I am using-right from the internet to the hardisks capable of storing enormous motertrucking data.Having said that I don't even remember the plots of movies I see(well most of them,excluding epic movies off course).You guys might be facing the same pseudo-difficulty of an evolved mind;but who cares.All plots are not meant to be remembered forever.Especially when most of them are based on a principle of mediocrity which sells.These plots always boil down to good-verses-evil and good wins and good prevails.But very few deal with nothingness of life.Why should there be any happiness or sadness or for that matter good or evil,right and wrong in a movie.Cant a movie be made without sensationalizing and exaggerating the mundane normality in our lives? Anyway coming to remembering plots.What is a movie?or cinema?it is a series of photographs neatly tied together in chronological sequence to form a long strip and this strip is wound around an electric motor which rotates at desired rpm.You get the idea?I am not going into further complexities.I don't want to write a text book.Snapshots is the way to deal with the above pseudo problem. These two movies are very close to my aorta.They deal with nothingness and love.

and after a decade.

for the last three images-she says baby you are going to miss that plane. he-says I know..... and she keeps on dancing and curtains fall.....

The father son bond

The three movies are very close to my heart.They celebrate the father son bond,the joy.They depict silly obdurate women,The innocence of male child and his bonding with struggling fathers. Krammer Vs Krammer

Masoom

In pursuit of happiness

Vintage

I am not a big fan of vintage but somehow I like the era of bush.If you dont get the humor chuck it.

The above is a page from vintage pron mag.Actually the middle page from a photo essay.What happens before that page is the sheik of emirates wants some dutch blonde to satiate his carnal cravings,so he sends his two sons to get the blonde.In the image above the three ladies are in speculative anticipation and ready for some action.What happens after this is hilarious and unmentionable.

European Movies.

Well Seriously I am more into European movies than Euro-porn and euro Moms.The next few lines will describe a Euro Movie. Blabber,threesome,Blabber,Blabber,sex-lots of it,going Commando,incest,more blabber,boobs,pubic hair,abrupt ending,Blitzkrieg!(fast).Having said that, I believe they make the finest movies for reasons best known to them.Here are few cool movies I am looking forward to watch sans SUBTITLES! I like Euro babes when they talk a lot and then just spread their legs.Bliss! Few movies I would like to watch:I am not going into details, google can help with those. Familia: Funny-sex-blabber

Y Tu Mama Tambein: Women and to boys- journey-sex

Castillo De carton:Girl and two boys:good friends and threesome!

Nous deux (the dreamers):sex again two boys

The lady I love

Jhumpa Lahiri for her Namesake, Interpreter of Maladies and Unaccustomed Earth .

From now onward

Yes,from now onward the author is going to post some random images which are all over the internet.He is of the opinion that doing this is more easier than shoving his wisdom in your throats and other orifices.


I read Dilbert.I relate to Dilbert.

Visit to a movie theatre with an abrupt ending.

One sunday he wakes up early at 8:30,has a quick look at the newspaper,grabs his jeans and heads towards the movie theater.How he arrives at his destination is beyond the scope of this article.He hops down from the six wheeler and walks like a breeze(whatever that means)towards a blue glassy edifice he sees at a distance.He puts his right hand in his rear pocket and feels his brand-less tattered wallet.He performs the same act again after 20 seconds or so but this time he ensures he possesses sufficient amount of currency to enter the edifice.Now he can see the ticket counter,he also sees round female bottoms in his sphere of visibility.Before he starts counting them he hears a feminine voice "yes" she says-a lady in red T-shirt in her late teens.
He heads towards screen number 3 which is showing the same movie which he is going to watch in the next 10 minutes or so.Time flies by and he finds himself seated uncomfortably on a red seat,he counts the number of seats on his right and then on left, finds that they don't match and differ by one.He deducts that number of seats are even and an individual is not given the privilege to think he occupies a central position.A national anthem breaks his thought process and the rest of the proceedings are more boring than the movie itself.It could have been a wonderful article.But life is not a movie right?