The 30 Day MOVIE Challenge

Yes, I have succumbed to this accursed '30 day challenge' nonsense that has been going around Facebook and some blogs. However, since everyone seems to be doing the song challenge, I'm going to take a cue from 'who else but me' and modify it into my own '30 day movie challenge'.

The rules are simple, and here they are, based on the original 30 day song challenge rules:

day 01 - your favorite movie
day 02 - your least favorite movie
day 03 - a movie that makes you happy
day 04 - a movie that makes you sad
day 05 - a movie that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a movie that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a movie that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a movie that you know all the lines to (at least the famous ones)
day 09 - a movie that you can dance to
day 10 - a movie that makes you fall asleep
day 11 - a movie with your favourite actor/actress
day 12 - a movie with an actor/actress you hate
day 13 - a movie that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 - a movie that no one would expect you to love
day 15 - a movie that you relate to
day 16 - a movie that you used to love but now hate
day 17 - a movie that you see often on TV
day 18 - a movie that you wish they showed on TV
day 19 - a movie from your favorite director
day 20 - a movie that you watch when you’re angry
day 21 - a movie that you watch when you’re happy
day 22 - a movie that you watch when you’re sad
day 23 - a movie that makes you think of weddings and/or getting married
day 24 - a movie that makes you think of funerals and/or your death
day 25 - a movie that makes you laugh
day 26 - a movie that with your favourite soundtrack
day 27 - a movie that made you wish you could act
day 28 - a movie that makes you feel guilty
day 29 - a movie from your childhood
day 30 - your favorite movie at this time last year

SO, let's start with day 01: favourite movie.

Now, unlike everyone else who dodged this question while doing the song challenge, I'm not going to dance around and say "oh I have so many favourites" and change it to "favourite song/movie right now" (by the way, favourite song, all time, Foo Fighters - Best Of You, hands down, no doubt, next question please!). Favourite movie is favourite movie, all time, regardless.

And that has to be: Remember The Titans (2000)

Now this isn't the greatest movie of all time, and it isn't the movie I think is the best I've seen. However, there is something about this movie that makes me watch it over, and over, and over again. The story grips me all the time, right from the opening scene when Denzel leads the sombre looking football team in the graveyard, as the title "Remember The Titans" gently fades into the screen. Denzel has made better movies, there have been more gripping sports stories (Coach Carter), but when Coach Yoast (Will Patton) tells his team in the deciding minutes of the championship game "You make sure, they remember, forever, the night they played the Titans", I get goosebumps everytime.

There are other great moments in the movie, and all around I thought it was made really well. An easy movie on the brain, but it still brings so much.


Runners-up:
Batman Begins (2005)
Gladiator (2000)

Sick Sad Little World

Recently I've been rather shocked at the stories I've heard. Just this morning I was reading about this site that allows teenage kids to post videos of themselves and become "e-famous" by being controversial, racy, explicit and even nude. A site monitored by a 31 year-old man who used to work in the porn industry, and who regularly incites his members against each other into trolling and making teens attack each other in public, video forums. Last year there was a video that went viral of 11 year old Jessi Slaughter (not her real name, obviously). She had grown rather infamous among her teen followers for her trolling, explicit videos and personal attacks. It got so bad (she attacked her 'haters' by saying "If you can't stop hating, you know what? I'll pop a glock in your mouth and make a brain slushy.") that somehow, people got hold of her personal information, real name and address, and started harrassing her, which led to a tear-filled video that went viral of her imploring her followers to leave her alone, while her parents raged in the background, and her father made loud, angry and ultimately desperate threats against this anonymous enemy.

Eleven years old.

Today the latest teen e-celebrity is 18 year old Kiki Kannibal, who has been an online presence since she was 13, with a MySpace profile. She posted suggestive and inappropriate (for her age) pictures of herself, and was soon famous on the Interwebs. She amassed friends, enemies, and death threats, before dating an older teen whom she met online. The teen allegedly raped her, and when the police sought to arrest him, he fell off a parking garage and died. Kiki and her traumatized family changed addresses, but she refused to leave her online persona behind. Now, she's 18, with two websites, a Youtube channel, twitter and tumblr account where she keeps in touch with her legion of rabid 'fans', still parading in outrageous outfits, still a 'celebrity'.

Eighteen years old.

A teenage girl we knew ran away with an older man, leaving behind a crushed single mother and a sibling. She lived under his roof for two years, bore him a child, was physically abused by him when he was drunk, and then died in the hospital due to injuries caused by a local 'doctor' who was performing an abortion on her with a sticks and tubes.

I'm told her mother didn't shed a tear at the funeral.

As we read these stories - and I'm sure this is nothing compared to what you may have stumbled across on the net - are you not alarmed at how quick we are to dismiss this? With a simple shrug and a 'tut-tut', we are able to move on without a second thought to what we have just read. Today, no one even remembers the name of the Austrian lady that was kidnapped and imprisoned in a basement by her father, who raped her for twenty years, fathering seven children by his own daughter, three of which would never see the sun till they were freed decades later.

Or even worse, we rationalise. It's not the child's fault, it's the parents. It's the internet. It's the websites. It's no ones fault, it's freedom of expression. It's not a crime, he/she wants the attention. They deserve the hate, the trauma. Who allowed her to buy those outfits? What kind of music was she listening to? What kind of movies was she watching?

Isn't this all besides the point?

The truth is, it's too late. As you read this, your brain is already filing this under 'yesterdays news', because sadly, we've become so numb to anyone's pain except our own. Right now, even if we knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that someone we knew was going through something similar to what I've posted above, there's a good chance not one of us would go that extra mile to try and help that person. Not one.

Myself included.

And perhaps that is the saddest thing of all.

Twenty Minute Posting: III

First of all, let me wish everyone a very happy and prosperous Sinhala and Tamil new year!

Just like me, I am sure most of you readers in Sri Lanka have enjoyed a week of holidays, filled with festivities, fun and food. Just like me, I'm sure you are sad to see it end. 

I'm not sure about you, but this break couldn't have come at a better time for me. I was dying for a break from it all, just to sit back and relax and not let my mind shift into any gear higher than "medium-slow". So as soon as I swiped my card at 530pm on Friday last week, I was in holiday mode; no waking up early, no work worries, no cooking, no shaving. Yes, I said it; no shaving.

While I'm sure all of you took trips all over the country, and some even out of the country, I was content to hibernate at home, gaming and downloading shows and movies at a mad rate. Of course, as per custom, the universe would naturally conspire against my meager attempts at happiness, so on Wednesday it sent a lightning bolt to fry the motherboard on my PC. Thanks, universe. Thanks.

Luckily I had my laptop, and with a few adjustments (switching to battery power at the slightest sign of rain) I managed to salvage some of my computer related 'goals' for the holidays. Then of course there was the food; Mom completely outdid herself in preparing some fine, fine cuisine on every single day for every single meal. From roast chicken to grilled fish to pizza to traditional Indian to - my mouth waters at the thought of it all, it was simply sublime.

Sadly, all good things come to an end, and as I shave off my glorious one week old beard, I'm just counting the hours before I must once again swipe in at work. In fact, as I look at the time now, I realise in exactly 12 hours I'll be at work. The sadness of it all.

Either way, my time is running out, and I hope all of you had a fantastic week. I'm sure Monday will bring around an extra bad case of Monday blues, so we'll all suffer through it together. Thank God I'll be off on Good Friday, so at least I'm being eased back into the 5 day work routine somewhat slowly.

Cheers all, and here's to a not-so-gloomy return to work tomorrow!

Twenty Minute Posting: II

So, this is my second edition of the "twenty minute posting" routine I started a couple of weeks back. As you can tell, I've already slipped and missed last week's posting, but that's mainly because I had the busiest week and weekend in a long, long time. To cut a long story short, I agreed to play keyboards and sing for a friends band at a small function that he was a part of. However, as a result of some 'connections', what was supposed to be a one night gig turned into two additional shows at the Hilton and Galadari, on the same night!

As you can imagine, I'm pretty tired, with a total of 12 hours of sleep under my belt in the last 4 days. Do the math: I'm exhausted! But boy was it fun.

Which is why I'm really looking forward to the avurudhu (Sinhala/Tamil New Year) holidays next week. Counting weekends, it's a total 9 days to just relax and NOT have to travel anywhere by bus, car or meter trishaw. Home cooked food, TV, movies, gaming, never-ending trips to the fridge to steal some dessert. 

Only, after calling my parents today, it seems that's NOT what they have in mind. No, my mom is planning on - you guessed it - going on a trip. "Can't be sitting at home and cooking for all of you only during those days no?", she says. Which sort of makes sense; she's probably as sick of cooking and household chores as I am of work, travelling and living out of a travel bag. 

The frustration. On top of that, the parents want me to suggest a destination for our little excursion. How do I tell them that the only trek I want to take in the next week is the journey from my basement bedroom to the kitchen and back?

Wish me luck, dear readers.

Oh, These Times Are Hard..

It's 430am right now, and I've had a great night out.

I'm sleepy, and I've been awake for roughly 22 hours.

I wanted to write an 'observation' on the Colombo night life, or night life in general.

Instead, I'm just going to share this.

Because. somehow, there is a special kind of beauty in this song.


Peace.

G