Kamal Hai!

Quillpad is an online transliterator (complete with AJAX and the works, with a very Web2.0 feel) which I have started liking immensely. An Indian startup, it does a pretty decent job and provides you a very very clean and simple interface. It also supports Kannad, Tamil, Telugu, Marathi and Malayalam. Below is a sample, lyrics of the song Tere Bin from Bas Ek Pal. Since my Hindi is not great I do not know if the spellings are alright but they seem decent.

तेर बीन मैं यूँ कैसे जीया
कैसे जीया तेरे बीन
तेरे बीन मैं यूँ कैसे जीया
कैसे जीया तेरे बीन
लेकर यादें तेरी रातें मेरी कटी – 2
मुझसे बातें तेरी करती है चाँदनी
तन्हा है तुझ बीन रातें मेरी
दीन मेरे दीन के जैसे नही
तन्हा बदन तन्हा है रूह नाम मेरी आँखें रहे
आजा मेरे अब रूबरू
जीना नही बीन तेरे
तेरे बीन मैं यूँ कैसे जीया
कैसे जीया तेरे बीन
तेरे बीन मैं यूँ कैसे जीया
कैसे जीया तेरे बीन

क़ब्से आँखें मेरी राह में तेरे बिच्छी – 2
भूले से ही कही तू मील जाए कभी
भूले ना मुझसे बातें तेरी
भीगी है हैर पल आँखें मेरी
क्यूं साँस लूं क्यूं मैं ज़ीयू
जीना बुरा सा लगे
क्यूं हो गया तू बेवाफ़ाा मुझको बता दे वजह
तेरे बीन मैं यूँ कैसे जीया
कैसे जिया तेरे बीन …
तेरे बीन मैं यूँ कैसे जिया
कैसे जीया तेरे बीन …

Here I Go!!

Me taking CAT today without having the faintest idea about even the sections or the length of the entire exercise. Even God cannot help me here.

Anyways, the second half of the day will be better as me and Ojas plan on meeting Shivam Vij of the National Highway fame. This will be the first time I will be meeting some blogger personally, other than Dilip D’Souza of course.

Update: Cat sucked and I am not meeting Shivam after all. Damn. Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Cold hands, Warm memories

Its starting to get cold at nights here in Gurgaon/Delhi nowadays. Just sometime back when I was riding a bike, my hands almost froze from the chilly winds beating against it. I must get some gloves.

Anyways, these cold hands brought back a lot of memories. Those first year nights when we used to burn wood every night outside Bansal’s room. All those nights at ANC trying to warm the ice cold hands holding a warm cup of coffee/tea (we did not generally have money for more stuff) after returning from the Bio Labs or after a movie with Rahul and Thax, or my wingies. Psenti sem. Those fire burning sessions in the QT. And many more. Sometimes I wish I was still in Pilani. I wish things were the same.

Too much cricket?

England opener Marcus Trescothick has quit the Ashes Series citing stress related disorders. He had also cited stress when he pulled out of England’s tour of India earlier this year as well as the Champions Trophy.

The stylish bastman, a consistent performer (he scored well over a thousand in Tests for three consecutive years), had been the backbone of the English batting line up along with Kevin Pietersen during their amazing Ashes victory last year.

This brings us to the main question. Is he unable to handle pressure or is he a victim of too much cricket being played? Cricket, unlike football, tennis, and basketball, is no more a seasonal game and is played through the year all over the world. Players spend a lot of time away from their families traveling to various places, at times even to meaningless places like Malaysia to play in meaningless contests. Is it taking a toll on their physical and mental fitness. Adam Gilchrist, one of the toughest cricketers around, has in the past criticised the ICC for imposing no upper limit to the number of matches being played in a year.

I tend to agree with people who think that we have had too much of cricket, and remember too much of anything is bad. Its taking its toll on the players physical fitness as well as their mental makeup. Its not only the body that is tired after a five day game but also the mind. Also the players are required to handle the pressures and expectations of playing for the national team. One cannot concentrate for that long without mental fatigue setting in. As more and more players start facing physical problems early in their careers and the problems of Treschothick surfacing, I hope ICC sits up and takes notice. Else we might lose many more Trescothicks.

Meanwhile, I hope he fends off the bouncers from the demons in his head and we get to see him again.

The Fountainhead – A Review

Ojas reccomended this movie to me. The novel I had already read and liked greatly. The movie sadly fell short of expectations. It could have been a brilliant movie, and is in parts, but is paced so fast that, for someone who has not read the novel, it is difficult to put two and two together.

Movies based on novels very often do not do justice to the original. But there have been movies otherwise. The Godfather, the LOTR trilogy and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest being excellent examples. This however, belongs to the former category.

The major problem with the movie is the length of the movie. According to me the movie should have been at least 3 hours long. During most parts the movie seems extremely rushed and at times it is difficult to connect pieces. The screenplay by Rand is crisp but haphazard at the best. For example, the relationship between Roark and Dominique could have been explored a little more.

Gary Cooper are Howard Roark and Robert Douglas as Ellsworth Toohey are extremely good. The other actors however, do not leave a mark. Patricia Neal, playing Domonique Francon, is good only in parts but mostly has a wooden expression that fails to convince you.  Raymond Massey as Gail Wynand is ok.  Peter Keating, played by Kent Smith, hardly has any screen time to be judged.

The fans of the novel however, must watch the movie once. I rate it as 3.5/5.0.

Interesting: You can read a NY Times review (of 1949) criticising the philosophy behind the movie, and the movie itself, here (sign up required).