:)

ME : Shaun,you idiot! You really muck around a lot..walked on my blog page also. 

SHEEP : BAA...

Well...

2 Dan Brown + 1 Douglas Adams + 1 Leo Tolstoy + a little bit of Cory Doctorow and James Joyce + many H.P.Lovecraft + many many Mary Shelley = Hysterical Oshonica.

( So, I've become an author already.Now all I need to do is write a book :p )

Strange Connections

I have always tried to figure out why I am always so keen on visiting sea shores whenever the topic of vacation comes up. It’s as if my mind has got the words,vacation and ocean,wedded to each other forever. Not to underestimate the beauty of green hills or snowy mountains , vast deserts or eager waterfalls, but to me there is nothing as profound and mysterious as the ocean. I set out on my journey and while cruising along that serpentine hill road, no matter how tiring the journey has been,the first glimpse of that distant sparkling water lifts my spirits in a jiffy. And as I move closer,the glimpses become more and more frequent until finally the ocean reveals itself to me in it’s full dominating,magnificent glory. And for a moment,I am lost.Instead of raising the pressure on the gas pedal to hurry up the meeting ,I purposefully slow down to relish this beautiful experience. I am in no rush to hug my old pal.In fact I take it slow. I need my time to trace and reconnect my old relations with him.

I remember the first time when I went with my parents to Goa and witnessed this miracle called ocean,I was neither scared nor brimming with enthusiasm.I was instead puzzled and lost ,for I had never seen anything so huge in my tiny life span.I kept looking at it with an awe-struck and surprised countenance. So many years have gone by since then and so many visits have been made, but not a  thing has changed about my first reaction at the sight of this beautiful monster.

But once that initial stage of mute reverence wears off and I finally hit the beach,I want no more of that silent expectant wait.I just want to rush and feel the cold water kiss my feet.But my legs fail me for they aren’t made for running on that thick bed of sand. And even if anybody tries to do that, he ends up looking like a waddling little duck ,the sight of which is oddly funny. So I,condemned to being too self conscious,am forced to take it slow. But the wait is worth it. As I come nearer the water ,the joy of throwing those slippers away and feeling the cold water on my feet can’t be compared with anything else. “This is precisely what I am here for,for this very moment”, I tell myself. As I push myself farther, the waves get stronger and try to drag me along on their return journey. I wonder if it’s really the force of water or that odd desire of my heart that wants me to be washed away with it, taken away from the wretched land of sins into the timelessness of this vast ocean in front of me (don't be scared,I am not suicidal). And once again ,I feel that strange connection I had with the oceans. Something pulls me towards it. Probably, the beautiful memories I take home from my previous visits get blurred with time.They get erased,one by one and what remains with me is only the 'pleasant feeling' I had experienced.Those fogged memories further add to the surreality of the whole experience and makes it so beautifully haunting that I feel the urge to go back to it again and again to relive that old connection. I don’t exactly set out for the oceans with an idea of jumping wildly into the water.I can very well sit on the shore for long and stare at that jostling water without a blink. What a beautiful thing this ocean is! It’s serene and threatening at the same time. At times, it lies still like a wise mountain sage but when it roars in its wicked powerful rage, even the biggest of the big ships hold on to their dear lives. It has the calm of deep spiritual knowledge but also has the fury of a scorned poor man. Often it comes across as a devoted, caring father who looks after the life that’s entirely depending on him. The life that thrives in it. With so many human emotions displayed, how can we call it non living ?

Sometimes while roaming on a beach at night, if I close my eyes, the crashing sound of the waves hitting the shore gives me goose bumps. What is it? Just a massive collection of water or the nature’s beautiful liquid poetry?

May be this queer feeling comes from realizing how minuscule we are in front of this nature. Our worries, our problems, they dissolve to nothingness in this enormous ocean. And I quietly surrender myself to it, not in defeat but in awe of its ungraspable glory. In its unquestionable superiority .A complete surrender.While floating in that water, it’s not just your body but also the mind  that feels light. Because the  weight of all needless concerns and unnecessary issues which it carries, also gets lifted off. Thus,whenever I get tired of the same old daily routine, my mind desires to seek its release into the arms of the ocean. Everybody should have a place where they can completely let go of themselves and feel one with the nature. Mine is oceans. And if anybody asks me where I would want to spend my next vacation, my answer is ready. “Salty waters.Here I come, baby.”

(the urge for writing this post was kindled by Herman Melville's novel 'Moby Dick' since his thoughts on the beauty of the ocean happened to resonate with mine.The word 'ungraspable glory' has been copied unchanged from the book since it pretty much sums up the entire range of emotions which the author of the book and the owner of this blog wanted to convey.)

A Humble Request

                                                                  
Visiting my blog ?   


                                                                       
So sweet  :)



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Go Weird

Ha ha ha... this one's really cute :D .I remember when the first time in my life I watched a zombie movie (called 'Night of the living dead') ,for almost an hour,I was walking around in my house,acting like one of those zombies in the movie.I loved those zombie postures so much, I immediately added it to my 'crazy wish-list' to play that part in some kick-ass zombie-fest someday.

Come to think of it.Wouldn't it be so cool, scaring people with your weirdest walks and growls? I for one,would wear the quintessential zombie make up n dress and would assume that perfect 'Night Of The Living Dead' zombie posture which typically has a sloping shoulder line (one shoulder way up and other way down),one leg twisted in an abnormal angle (as much as a normal hip joint would permit ) and the other suspended loose in an attempt to make it look crippled,a walk that looks like a snail speed drag with a few sudden jerks thrown here n there,neck bent on the side of your drooping shoulder,one hand rather firm,held close to the body and the other stretched out trying to grab your victim,while making that loud grrhhh grrhhh sound :). But what use is a zombie without those million dollar facial expression? Mouth agape,staring big dark wicked eyes and face contorted to the highest grade of awkwardness and finally when that damsel hits you across your face with a religious symbol,usually a cross,you spin half a circle,let out a harsh scream,crash on the ground and lie motionless..Phew.

It's definitely not easy to play a zombie on screen.You really have to get into the skin of your character and really believe that you are that deformed, demented, ugly creature,otherwise you would never be able to make it look real on screen.You have to make sure your audience gasps and holds that breath in their chest as long as you are on screen.But perhaps,the most difficult part that needs a great deal of practice here, is to be able to control that irresistible laughter when you know you are looking your dumbest in front of the entire camera crew.You see it's not easy to do it..That's why I love you Zombie darlings.You are the best ! :D

cute,aren't they ? :p   .For more,click here

Conversations With God

I   : God ,are you there?

God (G) : Yes, my dear.

I : Oh! So you are alive!

G : Why,of course I am alive!

I : Oh..That Nietzsche guy said that you were dead and thus human beings were now free.But I thought,I should just check it out myself.

G : Oh him..Yes.He was right!

I  : What's that supposed to mean? He said you were dead but you are alive.How can he be right?

G  : Because my dear, my death was necessary for me to be truly alive.Mankind had to be freed from the false notions which they only had created ,before they could search the real me.

I  : I don't understand you.

G  : Okay! Let's make it simple.Tell me,don't you need to tear up the cover first before you can see your birthday gift? Or don't you need to break the thick outer crust before you can have that clean, sweet coconut water?

I  : Yes.

G  : So,similarly,my outer crust ,which is nothing but your conventional perception about me ,which you didn't seek yourself but was forced upon you,had to be broken first,if you really wanted to find me.

I  :  And how does one do that? 

G  : By seeking answers for yourself.A ready made answer won't work.It has to come from within you.That would go through two steps.one- questioning,analysis,and stirring up quite a storm in your head and second- settling the storm,plain observation and surrendering yourself to life right here,right now.And both the steps are essential.

I  : God, tell me, what are you really?

G  : I am what you believe me to be.

I : Can you please elaborate?

G :  I am the energy that fills this universe.It exists in different forms.Everything you see around has me in it.Living ,non living..Everything!

I  : God,tell me, are kind or cruel? If you are really that kind and loving as they say,then why do bad things happen?

G   : Energy can never be good or bad.It's like asking what blue color smells like.I am the one that keeps the wheels of this universe turning.And as far as humans are concerned,I am defined by your emotions.It's at your discretion how you want to use me..Good or bad,I become what you make of me.

I  : But what about earthquakes,floods and any other natural disaster ?

G  : I am just an energy which took several forms.Those multiple forms established a complex interplay with each other over billion billion years and through a lot of trial and error,only the best combination survived,others perished.This is why you see the universe the way it is! It has it's own rules.It works on it's own principles.

I  : To which religion do you belong ? 
G  : I don't belong to any particular religion.But all of them belong to me.They all have tried their way of knowing me,finding me,interpreting me.But again,they are only theories and not absolute truth in themselves.That's why they might work for some people but for others, they don't.Hence it is necessary that you seek your own way.

I : Do you then represent morality?

G  : No.I do not represent anything.The sense of morality is the feature of humans.It is born in your conscience over years of evolution.It's your characteristic attribute and it has changed over time.Most of the things you perceive today as cruel used to be the order of the day long time ago.If I represented morality,it would never change.But it is changing and it is refining because that is extremely important for your race to survive.You can't afford to be at war with each other anymore.

I  : God, who created you?

G  : Let me answer that question with a question..Who do you think created me?

I  : Well,I think you have been there forever. No one created you.You probably came from a place where general rules of my universe like time,dimensions don't apply.

G  : Why do you say so?

I  : Because I don't have any other answer.My capacity is limited as I am just a human being.Our scientists are trying to solve the puzzle by putting different pieces together.But we are still nowhere near answering that question.How universe formed, we have a clue,we know about electrons and positrons and how 'big bang' happened..But who made it happen and why,we don't know..That's where we bring you in.

G : If that's the way you think, then be it.

I : Why are you saying that? Are you not gonna explain it to me?

G  : One last question ..You think that you are talking to me..but check again,who are you really talking to ?

I : Oh!! ..I am..I am ...talking to myself ?? How can this be ?? Are you there or not? Oh what a mess!

G  : You see,I am still your perception.I didn't answer anything which you didn't already know.I am your belief.I am your projected image.If you want to believe in me, there will be no place where you can't see me .But if you don't want to believe, you won't find me even in the head offices of your religions i.e. your temples,churches etc.

I: Yes,may be you are right! You are my imagination.Where my reasoning fails, you begin.I had to imagine you because god,the universe you've created is so huge ,so enormously extensive that I just can't comprehend it.I am just a human who has a brain that questions a lot but it doesn't have enough ability to answer them all.We are trying to solve the puzzle,we have understood the rules that bind this universe,we have discovered solar systems and galaxies,we have launched satellites and stepped on the moon.But,it's just a tiny drop in the ocean.We are still far far away.Moreover,I cant get myself to believe in any religion,any philosophy.It is a painful and often hopeless process when you are left disappointed on both the fronts.Or may be, I am doing it all wrong.May be I am looking too hard.May be I should just keep it all aside and calm myself down.Cut out the racing thoughts and listen to the existence.It speaks your language.The atoms and their particles,the EMW and the light,the gravity,the stars the planets,this life,the trees and the people,me,every single cell in my body,you are everywhere god.You are omnipresent..But there is a difference between knowing things and actually realizing them yourself.And it's time for me to understand it,to realize it all myself.

G : Yes! Whether a believer or non believer,it doesn't matter,what matters is that you remain A SEEKER.Knowing me is an ongoing process,that's why those age old teaching don't convince you today.Because they have all remained stagnant.They refused to be changed .If you really want to find me,first you will need to break those shackles and set yourself completely free.You need to step out and cleanse your mind.Along the way,you might face periods of repeated questioning,analysis that ultimately merges with faithlessness and emptiness within you,but don't be scared.Keep going.And if you seek long enough,you will overcome that temporary phase and will reach your center of being and you will become one with the universe.The chaos,the turbulence will end and that's where you will find me!!

( these are purely my views,my way of understanding and making sense of things that have haunted the mankind.I do not claim to know it all,in fact I am as confused as everyone else.this article wasn't written with the purpose of hurting anyone's religious sentiments.and it is in no way meant to please anybody.i write for myself and it's not my problem if you can't agree with me.....sorry about the rudeness !! )

Commonwealth, whose wealth ?

Now that the Independence day celebrations are over,it's time to throw away those rose-tinted glasses and do some serious reality check.The news that is religiously making it to the headlines daily for the last two weeks is about Commonwealth Games 2010 (CWG). Sadly, it has hit the screens for all wrong reasons.i.e. the delays and the massive corruption involved in CWG preparations! Now,corruption is not a new word for us Indians.But this time, it's murkier, uglier than ever for two reasons.One, the sheer amount of money involved and second, this time India's reputation at an international level is at stake.Day after day,reports on the horrendous business that has been going on in the name CWG are shaking the nation.The facts and figures that have come out are eye popping .mind numbing. brain squirming.Call it whatever you want.It is that bad! We have perhaps broken our own record at the shamelessness of this country's political leaders and bureaucrats.A few facts about this dirty business,

1) Treadmills HIRED at Rs. 9 lakh/month....( didn't you know? they make your feet run automatically. Just push the button and go to sleep,your legs will do the running. )

2) Air conditioners HIRED at Rs. 2 lakh/month... ( who signed this contract...show me your feet ! )

3) Toilet paper bought at Rs. 3757 .. ( samza karo yaar. Bade log, badi baatein! )

4) Umbrellas on HIRE at Rs. 6000 per piece..( This is a gem! I would rather get wet and catch flu than have that cursed umbrella. )

5) Chairs HIRED at a price that would buy an entire chair making industry.

6) Refrigerator HIRED for Rs. 45000 ... ( How cold is that! :O Plain brutal. )

7) World class construction that leaks on the day of inauguration.

8) Major contracts given off to companies with tainted reputation.

9) Obscene amounts spent on buying the saplings which never got planted .Now, they stand waiting under the hot sun.Wonder which 'green' is burning here.Plants or our money? Sadly, both!

And the above list is just the tip of the ice-berg.Massive amounts of , 'no holds barred' corruption, which is totally beyond my comprehension, has happened in road widening,building new stadiums n upgrading old ones and god knows what not.It's all so disgusting.Now,I am a person who only rarely watches news on TV.Basically because they are mostly rigged and almost always depressing.But on one fine day, I thought may be,as a responsible citizen, I should know what's happening in my country.So, I switch on the TV and these are the updates I get. 

There are only a few things in the world that make you so badly sick that your mind refuses to believe them just to avoid the mental trauma. This shameless corruption definitely falls under that category.It is so bad,so outrageous, it makes my head spin. Brazen lies, fabricated reports and sheer wastage of honest taxpayer's money...words fall short while describing this shabby business. All politicians and 'babu log' who are involved in this, have literally murdered India's reputation in front of the whole world.And that hurts really bad !

Now,the only way left to save our grace is that at least the games should be conducted properly.I am praying that no roof should cave in when the games are in progress and that no stage should collapse when the winners are being honored ( but if a corrupt politician is standing on it,please let it collapse and eat that poison rat ! ).It's a helpless situation and I can only hope that after the games are over and the players have gone back to their respective countries,proper machinery will be put in place to identify the culprits and noose around them will be tightened enough, so that those rodents won't slip out through the narrow cracks in our judicial system and thus,such incidents will not happen in the future.But then, I can only hope. 

On a lighter note,looking at this whole thing,I sometimes wonder if the organizers of CWG thought that the funds allocated for the games were "their common wealth" that was supposed to be spent on themselves and not those stupid games..

Jai Hind!

Let's Uncomplicate

"Sometimes it has to be enough just to go to my job, work hard and with focus, then return home to get a few chores done, eat some dinner, shower, and read a book. Nothing fancy, but incredibly blessed nevertheless."

-Robert Bruce Sutherland

Beautiful lines,aren't they? But for a change, they didn't come from any famous writer/poet or any other celebrity.He is in fact a simple person,living somewhere in the United States. Just a while ago,I stumbled upon his profile through one accidental click and had a sweet fortune of reading his 'about me' section which said the lines I mentioned above. It may sound weird to you but after reading them,I felt something changing inside me.Like something chaotic was slowly settling.I don't know how that happened.These are such simple lines,anyone could write them and expect to go perfectly unnoticed. But to me,they carried a great deal of lesson and in a way as simple as it could ever have been possible. I don't call those lines life-changing,but they were soothing nonetheless.Something not magically healing but sweetly calming like your mother's hand on your forehead when you were down with fever or your best friend's pat on your back which lifted your spirits after your bad performance in exams.Really,thank you Rob! Across those thousand miles,you have no idea that you have made someone very happy today!

 I don't know why, but this passive simplicity of human nature as expressed in those lines has always been grossly underrated,even detested with full force. It's a thing that most people don't want to relate to because we all have been taught to compete,to fight, to prove ourselves every day.Why have a Fiat when we can have an Audi? Don't dream small,dream big.Have eyes for the stars.Set your goals high n blah blah. Okay, I know there is nothing wrong in dreaming big but the problem arises when we begin to link our happiness with higher and higher grades of material pursuits.We are so badly trapped in this fast paced life and the bewildering competition that we are no more sure of what we really need to be happy.We begin to get our cues from the world's perception of success. We were all raised to believe that everything in this world is possible,but no one taught us that it's not absolutely mandatory to achieve everything before we can feel good about ourselves.We dream big but when we watch them shatter into pieces,we curse.We blame.We become jealous of other people's success.We compare and we become bitter.And now this jealousy pushes us towards growth instead of a healthy,well-meaning conscience.

But can we really be successful when our own mind is so spiteful,melancholy and rattled ? I believe,only a positive mind can bring a positive change.And for that reason,we need keep the worries aside for a while and revel in the love and kindness that has been luckily bestowed upon us..We are all imperfect and so is this world! Not everyone is fortunate enough to have even this basic reasonable lifestyle.It's important that we realize it, get the burden off of our shoulders and travel light.A simple life may not be fancy but can be peaceful if we embrace it with love.And last but not the least,a simple mind is not without ambitions, it's in fact more likely to succeed because it is better equipped to face the obstacles rolled out on the path of success.

Brink Of Eternity

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.

-Rabindranath Tagore

Craptasic Randomosity ;)

Warning- This is going to be ridiculous.Wanna take a chance? Go ahead.

Sometimes in my lucid dreams,I find my fingers magically set into some kind of a graceful,rapid movement,tapping swiftly on the keys of my lappy and churning out a fabulously attractive blog post.I can see that with every fancy,effective and 'loaded' sentence,my grin goes wider and wider,making me feel too smug about myself and giving me the confidence that can take on Dickens and Austen someday.(okay,shameless high-flier.But Chetan Bhagat,at least ? :p ).Popularity,advertisement requests,getting rich,mesmerizing the world with my literary prowess.And then at the height of this blissful ride...I wake up.Damn it!

My mind is a conniving little brat.Plays tricks with me even in waking time..I sometimes wonder what topic to choose on which I can write almost obsessively .Vague,fancy ideas and lines flash in my head,but when I actually log into my blog,I find myself staring at the screen for a looooong time only to sign out after a couple of minutes,returning 'khaali haath' as they say,feeling rather dejected.Who said crappy writers can't have writer's block? Ask me,I suffer from it all the time.In fact it's the block that continues to remind me that I am a writer in first place.*JOKE* neva mind !! Anyway,Such is my brain.Highly unresourceful and unreliable! Always keen on playing hide n seek just when I need it the most..Talking about brain,well I bet my hippocampus (the memory center) is one terrifically tortured soul these days.Given the awful amount of dull and dead mcq book information that I keep throwing at him to store,it hardly ever gets any rest.And thus my revengeful hippo,acting in a consorted rebellion,holds my creative areas from kicking in whenever I set out to write a new post..Long story short,I am bored,I can't think of anything worthwhile to write,so I resort to writing.......this! But, considering the limited viewership that my blog enjoys presently,and the viewers happen to be too sweet to ever stone me to death for wasting their precious time over trash,I can still get away with writing some.But I guess I am running low on fuel to cook up even that now.Sheer misery.

I am so eagerly waiting for these exams to get over so that I can have my normal life and yeah,my entire bed back.You see, I am a bed-hog! I spread out my limbs in all directions.But currently, some monsters,smelling of paper and ink have encroached upon the space and I am forced to curl up in a rigid posture and retain it for the entire night.I dream of a day when I will have novels and movie DVDs in my book shelf which currently holds Harrison ,Mudit Khanna and Amit Ashish.Even that wooden thing must be tired of showcasing the same nerdy stuff now.It gets gawked at every time the guests are on a tour to my house.Now who likes to receive so much attention for all nerdy reasons? First, the glances are on the books,then upon me,and I feel awkward as hell.Yes,I am a doctor...Big deal ! I am not sure I can save your life if you suddenly throw a fit or choke your coronaries right here.It's been a year since I saw any patient ,you know.And I don't earn a single penny.I have virtually grounded myself for over a year and now,my brain has slowly begun to revolt after being force fed the same dull information from last 6 yrs :( . After all ,there is a limit to which one can take.

Damn! I guess I am crying way too much.In fact,I have written one highly engaging poem about my sulk instincts .Read it at your peril-

"I fret,fret,fret,

over this long long wait,

damn you destiny, open thy gate.

I forever whine,

like a fat swine,

and I'll add any rubbish line,

just to make my crappy poem rhyme"

Anyway.They say in their rules of smart blogging, that a post should not exceed a maximum of 250 words........let me count.........way over the limit..Time to wind up! :) Dear readers,I am leaving you with this beautiful song from Twi-Eclipse soundtrack that has stuck in my head big time.Go,get it stuck in yours too :p. Bye. :)

http://mp3bear.com/beck-and-bat-for-lashes-lets-get-lost

Inception

People who didn't like the movie 'Inception' were either too lazy to try and understand the brainy plot or they are just plain dumb! 99% of those who hated this movie are the one's who didn't understand it one bit.They say it was too complex.WTH man?? what, you need to be spoon-fed now? you want lectures and notes? what the hell was so complex about it? the plot was fairly straight forward,dream within a dream in 4 levels,inserting an idea into subject's subconscious so deftly that he perceives it as his own,the basic terminologies all nicely and adequately covered in the major portion of the first half, our protagonist,a doting husband and father, struggling with his guilt-ridden inner world,looking for a release through a confrontation with his own subconscious in the final scene..now how many neurons does it take to understand that?

At the same time,I am not saying that I've every explanation ready for all the things happening in the movie.I too have some doubts,but that in fact makes me like this movie even more.It has got multiple layers and I would like to explore them further,dig a bit deeper to get some of the points cleared off.But those who didn't even get the very basic plot are probably the zero-imagination people.Haven't you guys ever dreamed for heaven's sake? My point is-It's fine if you haven't understood the movie,probably you came in with some different expectations,or were too stressed out already and wanted to sit through some happy happy story ,but it angers me when you hate the movie,call it a useless time waster just because you didn't understand it.You think you've got more brains in movie making than that Nolan guy? or that he is a fool because he asked you to use your brain and attention span to enjoy his awesome creation?

This movie is a masterpiece in cerebral cinema genre.It is path breaking in more ways than one.Give such labyrinthine, highly imaginative concept to be made into a movie in some less skillful director's hand and he would make a complete mess of it.Nolan has done this taxing job so slickly and effortlessly.And please,don't sit and criticize the very idea of shared dreaming,performing an inception itself ..this is a movie,folks.Did they proclaim they were showing some real life story here? No.So shut up about that.And are you really that dull not to understand and appreciate storyteller's terrific brilliance in conceiving and so perfectly presenting such a vague idea in a 2 hrs plus something movie? Do you even know what editing means? If you did,you would understand how this movie deserves one Oscar just for it's ultra smart editing.The slo-mo's ,the special effects,the acting,the zero-gravity fight,the psychological redemption of a wounded soul,what more do you want from a sci-fi flick ? Probably you want an item song with vulgar lyrics and skimpy clothes,you want tear jerkers and lots of cliches,you want happy things even at the cost of making it all too melodramatic,you want a terrifically sad or annoyingly peppy background track at every godforsaken scene.Sorry guys,it means you don't really respect movies like we do.We believe it to be an amazingly powerful medium and thus we admire the talent and brilliance of anyone who brings in some freshness and innovation,and more importantly,we respect every honest and soulful attempt.Some of you treat movies like people treat the bar dancers.Throw the money,shake the booty baby,drink smoke and get out...end of matter! These are the people with a glaring scarcity of imagination topped with unusual ego problem.Give them one little mind bender and they will get all fidgety in the seat,cackle up after the movie is over and pass off sillier comments on how they didn't get the movie and thus how pathetic it was!

-i am not talking about you viks.it has nothing to do with you.you were already so tired but u came for me and i appreciate that :) -