Don't You Just Love Surprises?

Don't you just LOVE surprises? It's even better when the surprisee, if I may call him that, is so surprised, he's shell shocked. And can't speak for the next two minutes. Better still, when everyone in his family (including his 5 year old sister!) pitches in to avoid someone from ruining the surprise!!! In any case, a surprise farewell party always takes a little pain out of the farewell.
Boy... Farewell party... I've had a fair number of those in the past few months. And regardless of who you're bidding farewell to, the feeling is always pretty much the same - a rush of self-admiration when your guest of honour is surprised (or at least pretends to be!) even if you were not even remotely involved in the planning. This is soon followed by a rush of memories of times you've shared with the person, often with an attached conversation and laugh. Enjoying the food, then. (Most important part of the party!) And then there's this inexplicable empty sorta feeling. You know that there are tons of ways to keep in touch with anyone who's anywhere remotely close to an internet connection (and that's about 90% of the world!). Yet you know there's something about each and every person that you're going to miss... It could be a funny nickname, a weird mannersism, an idiosyncracy, a lack of talent in a particular field... Something that enjoyed seeing/ hearing over a few years, but have somehow taken for granted, assuming that these daily 'phenomena' would always be there. One day you wake up and find that someone you've relyed on for both support and laughs is far, far away. You e-mail them all the time. Messengers make sure you never have to run short of chats. But there's something missing... The difference between a 'u' from a keyboard and an almost musical 'YOU???!!!' from a sweet voice that lingers in your ears and then in your head... I've felt this so many times, I've lost count.
But then you suddenly get a rush of blood to the head when you realise that no matter how far away he or she is from you, there's an invisible, infinitely stretchable bond that ties the two of you together. No matter how long he or she goes without sending you an e-mail or phoning you, you can rest assured that he or she is thinking about you just as you are thinking about him or her. And that that strong bond can never be broken. Because it's been built on years of solid trust and affection. And that distances are nothing when you can just close your eyes and see that smiling face every single day.
Like I've said earlier, I've had a fair number of goodbyes to say over the past few months. But everyday, I close my eyes for a minute and visualise something that reminds of each of these wonderful people who're FAR, FAR away. Most of the time, I end up laughing. I open my eyes and find that we're not that far away after all.

Superman Returns - A Review (* / *****)

I'm not a very big fan of superhero movies, and I had (very wisely) decided to give Superman Returns a skip. But when a friend called up and said an enitre gang of people was meeting up to go and see the movie, I reluctantly agreed. (Reluctantly because Love, Actually was running on TV that day, and in order to reach the theatre on time, I would have to miss out on the last 5-10 minutes of Love, Actually.) So hence began the saga of me watching Superman Returns!
Movie opens with an rich, old woman dying and a clearly evil guy taking her entire fortune, and her thanking him for something he did after she got him out of jail. I was already confused. But continued to listen and watch. Ms. Highly Old Lady breathes her last, and out walks our anti-hero with a briefcase full of solid cash. He whips off his wig, and voila! Lex Luthor Returns! (i.e., Before Superman. I think the scriptwriter got the title of the movie a weetle bit wrong.) Kids scream, lightining strikes, thunder rumbles and even the stupidest person in the world has no choice but to realise that out man Lex is EEE-vil.
I will refrain from paining you further by giving you too many more plot details. (By the way, if you thought reading my review is painful, you ain't seen nothing! Go see the movie!) Basically, Krypton was not entirely destroyed, but hardly fit to live on anymore, so 'Superman Returns!'. And, so does Clark Kent. (And how thick can people get not to realise the coincidence??? Sheesh!) He saves Lois and a ton of others from yet another near-death experience. He expects everything to go back to the way it used to be, but does it? Neuoooo!!! Apparently, Lois Lane is now a mommy (Ain't that cute?) and a Pulitzer Prize winner, and refuses to believe that the world needs Superman. Lex Luthor's evil plan to take over the world unfurls.
Things I liked about the movie:

* Popcorn. Okay, so it wasn't a part of the movie, but it was the best part of the two-and-a-half hours.
* Brandon Routh. If he was not as good looking as he was, I don't think I could have got through the movie. He actually looks nice even in spects!
* Lois Lane's hair. Because it gave me hope! Now I know that there's SOMEONE in this world who's hair is less manageable than mine.
* Kevin Spacey as Lex Luthor. Because he's bald. I love a shiny pate.
* Kal Penn. (Whose real name, incidentally, is Kalpen Modi!) There was all this hype about a person of Indian origin acting in SR and all, so I kept a look out for him. Loved his sheer *duh*-ness, which was all I loved about him, really.
* The New Adventures of Lois and Clark. Again, not a part of the movie, but something the movie made me appreciate. I'll even put up with Teri Hatcher's bimbo-oscity in the TV show rather than see the movie again.
* The part of the movie when Lois gets into the private yacht-ship-ish thingy and goes "Hello?". Because a kid sitting behind me loudly went "HI!" and that by far was the most entertaining part of the movie.

There's nothing to be said about the movie except that it sucks... Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's the rotten tomatoes people are chucking at the silver screen!

Back!!! (Sorta...)

Let me start by saying that I had this great blog entry planned out about three days back and I was raring to go. In full josh, I typed my name and password and logged in to blogger. Entirely thrilled that I had somehow managed to outsmart the Government, I clicked on the link that takes me to the place where I can start posting, and waited. And waited. Aaaaaaand...... waited. Apparently either I'm not as smart as I think I am, or the Government is WAY smarter than I thought! Well, anyway, now that everything is back to normal, all I can say is, God bless the Indian Government for giving me back my lifeline - my blog!!! (Yeah, yeah... you out there! I know what you're thinking - 'This idiot calls her blog her lifeline and at the best of times she posts about 3 blog entries in a month!'. But there's this sentence in a lesson called 'Without Glasses' that we had in 10th standard (by a guy called Robert Lynd) that I never really fully understood till the aforementioned blog-blocking took place. Mr. Lynd wrote that he didn't need his spects at all time, but he felt lost without them, for the simple reason that he needed to know that if he wished to read, he could just take out his spects and read. I now think that Lynd:Spects :: Me:Blog. )
Blogs apart, my life has been well... uneventful to say the least. Not that I'm complaining! Like I keep telling everyone, for the first time in my life, I'm actually enjoying doing absolutely nothing! My day goes something like this... Wake up, eat, see TV, get onto the comp, listen to music, sleep. (In various permutations and combinations!) College starts on September 1st and everyone worth their salt has got into a college that starts a lot before that, so I'm the only jobless freak left here. I thought I'd spend a whole lot of time replenish my wardrobe since college has a dress code, but it turns out college doesn't, and my wardrobe is well equipped to deal with college. So that's one job down the drain. Grandad suggested that he'd teach me some math from my first year portions, but he was apparently just kidding. He has since ordered me not to study till college starts. So that's the story of my life. And am I loving it! To quote Stephanie from Full House, "I LOVE my life!".
So here ends another blog entry that really doesn't tell you very much. And here goes me, terribly guilty about not blogging more, but at the same time, lost for things to blog about!

Sorry!

This is for all those people who are still jobless enought to visit my blog... You may have noticed a sudden lack of entries. The reason is this - my comp has officially decided to give haath. I am now in a cyber cafe justifying myself to no one (I believe the number of people who read my blog is zero) and missing out on TV. What have I been reduced to???