Agony Aunt counsels BJP

Agony Aunt counsels BJP

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They don't update too often; their excuse: "Angelina Jolie has pledged to adopt a child everytime we update this site. So we update sparingly."

Recent movie-watchings

Vicky Cristina Barcelona: Delightful! Woody Allen does it again. I love his films, I do. Familiar European setting, voice-over narrative and much onscreen madness. Totally enjoyable.
Scarlett Johansson and Javier Bardem were very good, but Penelope Cruz was magnificent. *kisses fingers* Not to mention unbelievably gorgeous. I mean, look at her.
Esp. loved the scenes where Bardem and Cruz erupt into heated Spanish, arguing like siblings, and Bardem telling Cruz ever so often, “Speak in English, okay?” Hyaahahhaa. Cow.
Another Cruz movie I liked: Volver
Another Bardem movie I found interesting: Love in the Time of Cholera





The Reader: Erm. Had had such high high high expectations from this one that of course it was a letdown. Kate Winslet is farking brilliant. As is the young lad. But apart from an interesting story, it was pretty lukewarm, I thought. The sexplicit scenes were there, yes. But to what effect? Ho hum, as it were.
I don't know. Vaguely disappointed after watching this one. Must read book. I hear it's much better.

Another movie Winslet is brilliant in: Jude



Rachel Getting Married: Liked. In spite of it being about yet another screwed-up, self-centred young American thang, a dysfunctional family and what have you. Very Indie feel on the whole.
Anne Hathway does decently as the annoying main character. (She must be used to it - The Princess Diaries, The Devil Wears Prada.) The star of the movie for me was 'Rachel' played by Rosemarie DeWitt. What a pleasant surprise she turned out to be. Very dialogue-driven movie. And interesting music by someone probably from the Middle-East, I'm not sure who. Mad characters and scenes which we in the real world can't possibly relate to. Still, I liked.

The Changeling: Yuk. What a bad film. Angelina Jolie scared me with her portrayal of the Ice Queen in this. Oh wait. She was playing a heart-broken, distraught, desperate yet determined mother. *shakes head*
Complete waste of time, and a deepening worry about Ms Jolie's kids in this, the Real World (yes, the whole UCB lot of them). If Art imitates Life, those kids deserve our sympathy.
In spite of the fact that they get to snuggle up to Brad Pitt any time they want.

NOTE TO SELF: Amusing as it is to follow your train of thoughts, you are going down the same mind-numbing and unfair path as that horrific Showbiz Tonight on WB Movies where loser reporters pick on a celebrity, opine and pass scathing judgement on them and everything that goes on in their private lives. Shame. Shame.

Maybe, baby.

Spoke with Glaahaaa after ever so long a few nights ago. For the most part we were talking absolute nonsense, which is how we normally communicate. In between the gibberish and laughing I learnt that she has had quite enough of Mumbai and is definitely back to Bangalore in a few months from now, after wrapping up a good year and more of excellent training at a pet grooming salon (of which I have made mention in a previous blog). Glaahaaa is going to do good things in the near future, but most importantly, she is coming back. Yayyyyy! Fun times again!
Now the reason I write this is, Glaahaaa mentioned to me in a fit of feminine fury (alliteration again) how she's just about had it with the single life and how she had that very day made up her mind to get married within the year. As in, by 2009, Glaahaaa has promised she will be a Mrs Someone in addition to being herself.
Now I found this declaration extremely eerie because I too had been thinking about this whole 'single deal' earlier the very same day and had in fact decided on something entirely different. Namely, that I was really much, much happier this single way than in erstwhile times of horror, and that in all likelihood I wouldn't want to look at marriage again. EVER. And yes, so I want children very badly, to an almost painful, obsessive degree, but oh, well, I'll resign myself to the Madonna, Brangelina or other celeb-style serial adoption process. Except I won't be visiting Rwanda or Cambodia. I'll stick to someone more local. It's a better plan. And more common-sensical.
So. There it was. She said that and I said this and how very strange that it all happened the same day.
(Must make mention that I sneakily tried to talk Glaahaaa [once again] into having extra babies and letting me take care of the lot, but she saw into my subtle, cunning maneuvering and scoffed. Glaahaaa claims she won't have kids. I'll see about that...)

Erm, I think the point of this post is I love children and I want mine. Like now.

The inside story

How the trouble really started.

BRAD: Oh. I thought you said you ADAPT very well.