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Scene:The Love Guru D R A M A, Oprah-Deepak Chopra, Guru Pitka's ashram, Rajneesh, Toronto maple leaves, Gnomes, Alligators-Snappy and quick, Nuts in a sling etc are the key words in the latesht Mike Myers buster 'The Loveeeeeeee Guru'. Watch it just for the sake of absurdity. Rent a DVD or wait for the movie channels to bring it to your homes but do watch it! Especially if you are from the South Asian community and want to have a dig at your own expense. The movie is silly and trivial but hilarious in pockets. The meeting between Jessica Alba and Mike Myers starts off with an old Bollywood song of reincarnation which is real cute, dolloped with a few vulgarly 'humur'ous sequences and an item number by the lead pair. Ben Kingsley is wasted in the role of Mike Myer and Deepak Chopra's teacher. It seemed like a spoof of sorts to cast the legendary actor in this role (probably referencing it to his role as MK Gandhi /Indian in the movie Gandhi) and make mockery o...

On the eve of June 14th, 2008 we were at the dinner and award function hosted by ICCC at Metro Covention Centre, Toronto. Kapil Sibal, Indian Minister for Science and Technology was the chief guest at the event. Moments after he read out the names of guests from his paper, he shuffled them, gave an uncomfortable pause and rattled off some key numbers of the trade growth in India, wooed (tried to, atleast) the Canadians by saying they were world's best innovators...and so on. The good part was, as a Minister representing from India his keywords and English captivated the interest of audience and drew few rounds of applause. But again it became a drag of sorts when he spoke about poverty and matter of touching lives. Sounded very cliched and a politician talking. Secondly, it was apalling to find that the entertainers of the evening were Japanese musicians and Salsa dancers. That's neither Indian nor Canadian!! The food was average. Appetisers, Salad, Indian Lamb-curry, Kerala ...

The Bone People is an extraordinary presentation of human relations and self discovery by Keri Hulme  (in pic), a self claimed aromantic and asexual Newzealand writer. The entwining of three characters Kerewin, Joe and Simon pulls your heart with relationships,violence and hope in that order. Really the story can be narrated in less than 10 minutes.However the beauty lies in Keri's handpicked Mauri phrases dropping them like little precious stones on a carefully crafted jewel.The jewel in this case is the novel itself carrying you through originally coined English words and the beaches of Newzealand. The novel can create emotional tides and frustrate you with expectations.But one realises a great book doesnt necessarily involve spoon feeding to readers. This one is a brain teaser,yet sensitive drawing you closer to the female protogonist, making you want her, respect her, hate her..all at once. On the other hand Simon/Sim/Himu/Himona makes you want to protect all the abused child...

Hi there, long time. Yes, its all too much. Ideas and ideas..just few thoughts drifting on the sea like a piece of wood struck by tree leprosy..My my gross ain't I? The thing is, it all started with the chorus of frog croaks that my folks were listening to last night at the park.And of course, little Himona playing havoc on my mind...Keri Hulme should have left me alone than pull me into her paradise of exotica in New Zealand..How dare she? Making me feel like a mortal, unartistic and dull. And my beautiful sunshine by the bedside waking me with that incredible child like radiant smile..so warm and soft. To color my whitewashed life of the moment which was a drab yellow yesterday and an orange tomorrow..All the dreams playing on the big canvas of an unguarded mind at night between Rapid Eye Movements because Stipes sings 'Everybody Hurts...(pause)...sometimes'. Memories imprinted when everything I know I thought I forgot. Achy but happy. In a minute I will be gone, through ...