The Casual View

One of the most delightful clashes happened yesterday when Tottenham took on Liverpool for a battle for the top of the English Premier League. Without a doubt, the match was one of the most entertaining ones of this season partly due to its open-ended nature and partly because each team was trying to make a bold statement this early in, what is most definitely going to be, an exciting 2020-21 Premier League season. Being completely naïve about football analysis and its jargon, I will leave Navedya to cover that part in his blog but after Liverpool managed to scrape through with a much-deserved victory thanks to a Firmino header at the 90 th minute, the one thing that caught mine, and the hundreds of other viewers’ like me freeloading on the pirate stream’s attention was, when the Liverpool bossman, Mr Klopp at the end of the 90 minutes went to shake his advisory for the day, Mr Mourinho’s hand, the Spurs bossman seemed to pass some cheeky remarks which at first seemed to mildly tri

I witnessed a murder today. It was brutal, a slow torturous death. Happened in front of my own very eyes. The evening was going well. Miley, Lovely and I were having a walk around the park when suddenly, Miley came to a dead halt. Her ears perked up, watching, waiting. And then suddenly, she shot off like a bullet towards the swing. Lovely, being a tube light reincarnation of a dog, followed her 10 seconds later. I didn't think much their sudden surge in excitement until I heard a blood-curdling scream fill the summer evening sky. I froze. After my legs found me, I raced towards the source of distress as fast as I could. It was a cat. For some reason, it had chosen one of the most open areas to have a siesta. Maybe it was the stupid summer heat. The scream was from her after she had been rudely woken up to find Miley’s filthy fangs on her neck. The cat wriggled and squirmed. Miley held on tight. Suddenly, the puss gave a quick, sharp right hook with her sharp claws that

It’s fascinating to see that even after 75 years, Robert De Niro is still playing his part to the fullest. But what is so similar between these two films?  To put it in a sentence, it would be “Better to be a king for a night....than a schmuck for a lifetime”. Both the films explore the journey of a nobody into somebody. The relationship between Rupert Pupkin(De Niro) and Jerry Langford(Jerry Lewis) in The King of Comedy is very similar to the relationship between Arthur Fleck(Joaquin Phoenix) and Murray Franklin(De Niro) in the Joker.   Both Rupert and Arthur have serious issues with reality testing, which is drawing the line between outer objective and inner subjective reality, a theme thoroughly explored in The Taxidriver (1976), another one of Scorsese’s classics. While Rupert attempts to shoot to fame by kidnapping the very successful Langford, Arthur decides to literally just…shoot to fame. And at the end of the day, it works out just fine. What’s amazing is

I’ve got some bad news and good news. Good news: - Your favorite, daring and attractive explorer is back. Bad news: - He’s dying. Unfortunately it isn’t an honorable one like that of Steve Irwin, doing what he loves the most, it’s a tragic and heart melting one, the one caused due to excessive dehydration and thirst. Now before you start bombarding social media with your ‘concern’ and ‘sympathy’, allow me to explain this ‘thirst’ of his. It isn’t any ordinary thirst that our protagonist’s close friend, Bear Grylls can cure by pouring his piss down his throat, oh no, this thirst is the thirst of attention. It’s an unquenchable need for popularity and recognition that bothers not only our favorite hero here, but millions of bums called teenagers around the world. It’s sad and our friend here is just another victim of it.    It all started when our amazing hero realized that the attention he wanted after his adventures in the Gorilla’s Habitat never came. To solve this

People believe that to find eternal peace, one must sacrifice their souls to prayers and meditation. A dip in the holy water of Ganges or a trip to the divine mountains of Himalayas or Arabia is enough to cure one of all the internal pain and suffering he or she has been suffering. This may or may not be true, I’m no one to judge, but I do like to believe that if someone really wants to forget their suffering for a moment, they should come down and pay a visit to my barber. A long, hectic and tiring week at the college leaves its effects on the feeble mind of an eighteen year old teenager. The entire work load, all the exams and all the pressure is enough to make a grown man cry. It keeps the poor soul awake at night, it affects his confidence and most of all, it doesn’t stop. Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and the ultimate result is a dirty, wild mop of hair, gradually falling to pieces like the leaves on the trees during autumn, accompanied by

Each and every one of us want to be awesome. The more patient and determined guys learn to play some sort of instrument or achieve some sort of hobby in other fields. The less patient and jobless guys write shitty blogs like this or do something just so that they don’t have to see their textbooks for some time. But i feel, that the most lazy and desperate guys try to achive this by copying the “trends” which somehow seep into our daily lives. Now I don’t have a problem with people trying to achieve some sort of satisfaction by copying others, but what bothers me the most is that half of these “trends” don’t even make sense. Now don’t get me started on those silly “Fashion Trends” that appear on page three of Bangalore Times every day (well, maybe because that’s my favorite article you are insulting. Have I ever mentioned how Glitter Cuticle pumped my swag up by 90 %?) But my profound mojo has been hurt by people doing an even cheaper method and that is- Swearing Once agai