October 30, 2010

A Bugatti for Mr. Biswas

In this land of Gandhi and Buddha, the Bugatti Veyron is now also available. I know it's yawningly lame to use that hoary phrase.

It's of course as erroneous to imagine that Indians are born ascetics as it's to imagine that somehow Chinese are born to be Communists or Russians are born to be Communists.

Indians seem to be ascetic only because they lack the wealth to be otherwise. All that is changing of course — in India, China, and Russia.

Here's a review for those of us who can't afford it:


October 29, 2010

4-year-old can be sued


Well, I am wondering how long the dead will be free from the fear of being sued. Or, may be, it's already ok to sue dead people too.

The most-deserving candidate for lawsuits is of course quite obvious — the imaginary character known as 'God.'

October 18, 2010

What goes up must come down


To use a hoary cliche ... "a cautionary tale" from the Land of the Rising Sun.

I am thinking of that once-somwhat-celebrated book that I had read Silicon Samurai. And I am also wondering as I could not make out clearly ... what is that book with the word 'Samurai' in its title that Jack Nicholson's character is reading on the private jet in The Bucket List.

Oh well ... Uncle Sam is quite rich ...


$160 million is basically small change. I am happy that no Indians are involved in this ingenious scam. Or, should I say ... I am a bit surprised ...

October 16, 2010

Medical Advances ...


I don't know what to make of this ...

Well, I guess what suprises me above all is that this has not caused the "usual suspects" to cry foul in any significantly audible fashion which I think is somewhat strange ...

I guess the crazies who oppose advances in medical science are after all less crazy than the "defenders" of the gods ...

I am thinking of the hue and cry — millions of people out on the streets in many cities around the world — that happened when someone made fun of someone in cartoons ...

October 11, 2010

Writing and Winning — The New Yorker by Adam Gopnik

Ngugi wa Thiong' o? Juan Goytisolo? Adonis? Over the past several weeks, some version of this list was muttered, usually to a silent spouse in the middle of the night, by insomniac writers contemplating another Nobel Prize about to go where it shouldn't; i.e. to someone other than themselves. (Not that winning puts out the competitive fires. Saul Bellow, who won the Nobel for literature in 1976, was said to ahve grown wistful every October after that, because you can win it only once.) Nor is the muttering restricted to the papabili who make the short list; pretty much every living writer with a word processor thinks that he or she has a shot at wining. (Edmucd Wilson reports that our own James Thurber longed for it to go, just once, to a humorist; predictably, he never got anywhere near the podium.)

When this year's prize was announced, last Thursday, it went to a writer, who, if not a North American (again), is at least familiar to North Americans: the Peruvian novelist and man of letters Mario Vargas Llosa. So all hair Vargas Llosa, whom even his nosier left-wing critics have to regard as exactly the kind of writer the prize ought to go to: one with a host of well-regarded novels ("The Time of the Hero," "Conversation in the Cathedral," the screen-adapted "Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter," "The Feast of the Goat") and a sense of social responsibility (he ran seriously for, and lost badly, the Presidency of Peru), not to mention a lively personal life that includes once punching out another future laureate with an equally impressive triple-barrelled moniker, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, reportedly over something to do with Mrs. Vargas Llosa. The Nobel thus not only crowns a career but provides the basis for a fine future Javier Bardem/Antonio Banderas movie. ("The only thing they cared for more than Latin American epic fiction was ... the honor of a woman.")

What this year's prize really shows is that prizes, like people, have a DNA of their own

October 08, 2010

The Bucket List

Wonderful movie ...

This movie starring two of my favorite actors (Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson).

Saw the movie again.

How can one make a movie as good as this one? That's what I am wondering about.

I can't think of much else to write.

October 03, 2010

Games India Isn't Ready to Play — Pankaj Mishra

This is of course from the New York Times.

He concludes his wonderful article with a perceptive quote from Walter Benjamin:

"There is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of barbarism."

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