A thanksgiving of sorts.

To old friends, for always remaining the same, and being there whenever you need them.

To new friends, for listening, and for wanting to know.

To pink post-its, for giving me a natural high.

To my sister, for always being honest.

To hutch, for teaching me the concept of economising.

To tandoori wala, for the best chicken tikka in the world.

A (re)view to remember

I asked my friend Paddy for a review on "The Guardian", which he watched a few days ago. Now I've read lots of intensely analytical reviews, sharp critical reviews, and yet, this one, for some reason, seems to top them all.

"It was about US guards jumping out of helicopters saving people and stuff. And then there is this dude who is like semma range coast guard who retires and goes to a military school to teach other budding coast guards. And then there are more ships sinking and people jumping from helicopters and stuff. Lots of water also, and waves. And rain too. Wet movie in other words."