I took a break, sue me !!!

Yeah that's right, as my faithful followers would have noticed, i have been really dormant for the past couple of months, the last blog was over two months ago and it's been awfully quiet in the sky since then.

        For those curious few who actually wanna know why this gap let me tell it to you straight, i have been away on a secret mission to a country whose name you aren't allowed to know and have rescued over 300 hostages while being shot in one arm and ..... ok i was just lazy, in fact i'm too lazy to even make up a half decent story.

        Like i said before, it's been quite some time since the last blog and i haven't really been in best of states so writing can be kinda tricky, plus there's the final internals of this sem that's starting up this monday and i'm hopelessly lost. There is however a little bit of positive, i'm as of now completely bedridden (bad knee) and other than blogging there's very little that i can do right now, so don't run off anywhere there's gonna be a couple of glints up there yet ...

So This Is How Nolan Says Goodbye ...

*Bane's voice* When you are done reading, then you have my permission to comment.....

Wow, so i guess it's finally over, the Dark Knight finally hung up his cape and cowl and Gotham is forever in his debt. That's the last time we'd sit and speculate about how anyone could ever possibly follow up with a third superhero story and live up to the legend that was The Dark Knight. In all fairness to Chris Nolan, this was probably the best way to go and the whole crew of TDKR deserves every bit of the praise that comes their way. Not many expected a very good follow up movie, i too was a little scared that this may just end up screwing up the franchise, and to my relief i was horribly mistaken...

             The story picks up about 8 years after the Joker's plan was stopped and Harvey 'two-faced' Dent allegedly died a hero. We get a good look at Bane and he shows just why he's the lead bad guy; if the Joker was an agent of chaos who's just plain scary, Tom Hardy's Bane is as calm and methodical as can be with pure cold evil just dripping out of his eyes, point made Mr Nolan.

           Men of war are often overwhelmed at the prospect of peace, that's the first thing that went through my mind as we see Bruce Wayne holed up in the manor in a self imposed exile. Jim Gordon going through the motions of being a good cop without a purpose, the decision of pinning those murders on Batman because that's what needed to be done has taken a toll on him. Alfred's still around to look after the Wayne manor and Fox handles the company. There's also Hathaway's character (Catwoman in everything but the name), a young hot-headed cop named John Blake and the regular fillers. I am not here to just walk you through the story, cause that'll serve no one's purpose, I'd be better off just expressing what I saw and took from the movie.

         Some say that the story is Nolan's version of a tale of 2 cities, but we comic fans know better, anyone who's read the Knightquest, Knightfall, KnightsEnd and No Man's land series of the Batman comics would realize that the movie was a simplified and watered down story from the comics. Nolan took the best parts of all these series and put them together.There is this sense of continuity in the story, the director knows that the people who watch this film are those who have fallen in love with this series and TDKR falls back heavily on the first two movies to bring out the interconnections present throughout the series. That was almost like a small present to the faithful fans, cause in order to really enjoy the story, you need to be there from the start. I also loved the way the franchise has taken a bold step of walking away from the stereotypes of making all the gadgets and vehicles look a lot more realistic rather than a lot more ... um, well bat!!! The batmobile is a military vehicle and not a stretched car in the shape of a bat, the hovercraft/aircraft kinda batwing is not a giant bat shaped jet (although pulling that off would have been awesome) because Nolan wants us to believe that this can actually happen.

          Anyway that's nothing new, the last few lines would have made a lot more sense in 2005, lets talk about what this movie really was, the way we bid farewell to the caped crusader. It brought us up close and personal with Christian Bale's Bruce Wayne and his personal battles, all those nights of hunting down bad guys and beating criminals up with his bare hands have left physical scars on him, but the realization that after the whole journey, he's ended up right where he started (if not worse), without any friends or family other than good ole Alfred is what's taken the biggest toll. They say that you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain, but nothing is said of those who fight the hard battles and have to walk away from everything because it's the right thing to do, because they are just not needed right now. Having lost all your loved ones and not having a life to get back to also doesn't help matters. Alfred was the only one who understood what was going on in Wayne's head, and it hurt him immensely. Bruce would get back into the cowl, not because he had to, but because he wanted to give Gotham everything he had and hoped to die while he did it, because he honestly had no desire to live on. Alfred's fears were even more evident when he saw that an adversary like Bane was more than capable of destroying Batman, but i suppose all that Bane did was break his back. It wasn't really tough though because the spirit of Batman was already broken, he still wore the cape and cowl but this wasn't the real Batman. This was just a guy who lost everything he held dear and now uses his vast resources to pass some time, the real Batman was driven: he was motivated and he had that fire in his heart. A fire that was now just an ember, it took a broken back, a few months of seeing his city in chaos and most importantly the realization that Gotham needs it's hero that reforged the spirit that was the Dark Knight.

     

            When he got back to Gotham, you could almost feel sorry for Bane because this was THE GODDAMN BATMAN, the fire was back, and even in Gotham's unforgiving winter, the symbol of the bat was out there for everyone to see, and from this moment on, it was just a matter of curiosity to see how bane would get his ass handed to him. The end was definitely worth all these years of wait, finding out the true identity of Ra's al Ghul's child and the back and forth race against time to stop the nuclear explosion. I will never forgive Nolan for those five minutes of making me cry like a baby when the bomb goes off, that was a really mean thing to do, specially the funeral where Alfred breaks down, and if we hadn't seen the last couple of minutes i think we'd all come out feeling a lot worse.

        The movie was an amazing experience overall, it celebrated and highlighted everything that I held dear about the comic book hero, the animated character and Nolan's take on him. A friend of mine said that it wasn't all that great a film, but she did say that it was a well made movie and the details were well taken care of. I suppose that's fair enough, cause when it comes to such characters that aren't all that real, it's just a matter of how you see them and how they affect you in anyway. I just checked out this forum the other day where some guys were debating about who's better, Superman or Batman or some other man, i guess it all depends on who's telling the story, on how Batman or Superman affected his/her life, on what you take home from these guys, on how you relate to them. Somewhere along all this, someone comes out with something that just expresses a lot of what you feel and that's just beautiful, this was one of those special somethings, so thank you Mr Nolan for three good movies and for sharing your insights into Gotham's Dark Knight....

Back in action

OK, so it's been ages since my last post, a LOT has happened since then and there is so much that i just want to spill out to the bloggosphere, but as always there's just not enough of me, or rather in me to sit down and type it all out. However i'm finally back here and this little break from that glint in the sky has made me realize that i'm here to stay, so buckle up all you people on the world wide web whom i don't even know... cos there's a lot of stuff coming this way, cheers.......

The last flight of a real Ace...

This is crazy, what the hell are you thinking, you can't possibly do this, and there is absolutely no way in hell that you will be able to do justice to this post. These were some of the first few thoughts in my head as I decided to blog about one of my greatest role models, Werner Voss.

             
             

                 I am pretty sure that you haven’t heard much of this guy unless you share my enthusiasm for vintage fighter aircraft and the men who flew them. Voss was probably one of the pioneers in the field of dog fighting, one of the very first dog fighters. He was a personal friend and competitor to Manfred von Richthofen (some of you may know him better as The Red Baron, the greatest pilot of his era) and it is the general view that had he not met his death the way he did, he might have been able to end World War 1 as the greatest flying ace. I understand that most of the information on this pilot can be found on his Wikipedia page, so I’ll not go too much into the stats or his performance in the war. He was a pilot of the German empire who was awarded the Pour le Mérite (also called the Blue Max which sounds a lot cooler), the Iron Cross and numerous other medals for his bravery and for his aerial kills that stood at an impressive 48 (second only to the baron) before he fell in combat.

                     What I do want to talk about, and share my thought on is the way this guy decided to meet his maker, his last dog-fight. It was the 23^rd of September 1917, Voss had already claimed a kill this day but decided to go out on another patrol and ran into a flight of the elite 56^th squadron of the RAF. This squadron was one of the most distinguished flying groups in the entire war and each and every one of the RAF pilots in the pack attacking Voss was an ace. The dog-fight lasted for only 10 minutes but any WW1 historian worth his salt will tell you that it was one of the greatest displays of bravery and air combat put up by the Germans. The Brits were flying the SE5s and Voss was in a Fokker F1 triplane, the latter having a clear advantage in speed and rate of climb. This meant that Voss could have escaped from the fight if he wanted to and there was no way that the Brits could keep up with him, but for the better or worse, Voss never really knew how to run away from a fight. He took the English head on and for the 10 minutes before being shot, he gave them the scare of a lifetime. The fight has been well described in the video links given below and I would really appreciate it if you took some time to look them through.

                    I guess it’s just me, but I feel that there’s just this sort of awe about these men and the machines they flew. The way they find the courage to go up against the greatest of odds and do it with a smile on their lips and a glint in their eyes. Could Voss have survived if he had decided to run? Possibly, would I have run if I was in his position? Definitely, but that’s not the kind of attitude that a real fighter pilot has, give him his wings and he will command the skies. There’s no fear in their hearts, there’s no care in their eyes, just an undying joy of doing what they do best, and that’s to take to the skies and give hope to the men in the trenches and the mud. Here are the men, no different from you, but at the same time very different. Think of them as angels on your shoulder, angels who will fly above you, fight above you and die before you just so that you may have that little extra help that in the battlefield can mean life or death. Voss was one of the best pilots to have ever graced the skies, but he was not alone, he belonged to an elite group of knights who took the skies and gave hope to that little boy standing in a field in his village, they said don’t worry, fear not the enemy’s artillery, fear not the thousands that march against us. I have my wings and I have my guns, and you have my word, I shall defend our skies and defend our freedom till my guns stop shooting or my heart stops beating. These are the words Winston Churchill had for the pilots who flew in the second Great War, and I quote “Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few”.

I have always considered myself to be somewhat of a chef, and yesterday yet again i proved to the world how horribly misguided and deluded i was, yet with a little bit of luck and loads of messing around I finally conjured up a plate of pasta. Yay !!!;

So if there's an award or something given by the international culinary to welcome me into this council of the great pasta, I’d like to have it now please, and if there isn't then i really think there should be because if nothing else, i really like getting awards.... and gifts and high-end electronics and MARS bars, I like MARS bars, what were we talking about again? Oh yes the pasta, so i finally picked up the apron and after a couple of minor mishaps which are too embarrassing to reveal for a chef of my stature i finally came up with something remotely edible (a lot easier to swallow if you have monstrous pride and can't afford to be a laughing stock). The recipe for my pasta shall not be revealed in public interest and also because i don't want a repeat of the poison pizza fiasco, which i still maintain was not my fault (OK so 2 people died of food poisoning, but the rest of them just choked on the pizza so i honestly don't believe I should be blamed). Anyway there are a lot of ways to make pasta available on the net, look em up if want to .

So why did i write this absolutely useless post that will never prove to be any help to anybody whatsoever and waste your time? Well truth be told, the blog traffic has been rather slim these days and a couple of extra eye balls really wouldn't hurt, so cheers...

That Familiar Stranger

I just happened to have stumbled across this while i was looking over some of my old notes, this is back from a time when i was somewhat of a poet. Not really into much literature just a knack for rhyming a couple of words, never really stuck through with it but this was probably one of my best works, it wasn't written with anyone in mind but there was a little bit of hope that someday someone might just fit the bill. So let me know what you guys think (apologies for the use of short forms and flimsy grammar, like i said, not really a piece from Wordsworth's finest, just a bucket load of me) 

The days were rough n the nights were cold ,

no shoulder to cry on , n no hand to hold .

As I stood in defeat , my spirit was in pain ,

n deep inside i knew nothing would be OK ever again .

there was no hope, I had lost all heart ,

was it even possible to make a new start ?

Disappointment seemed to be the order of the day ,

Life seemed terrible , there was no use to stay.

But just when it looked like everything was lost ,

i heard a sweet voice through the chilling frost .

Her smile was as fresh as the as the morning dew ,

what i was going through , i think she knew .

who is this person ? from where did she come ?

now my heart was beating like a marching drum.

she looked like an angel , could it really be true ?

she came closer n i could see that her eyes were blue.

Could i have been dreaming ? had i gone mad ?

then she held my hand n asked with a smile " why so sad ?"

it could'nt be a dream , i just knew that it was real ,

it was impossible to explain just what i did feel.

She said " night is darkest just before dawn,

so stop feeling helpless ,u are no little fawn .

life can sometimes be harsh n it can break u down,

but u must learn to face it , don't just sit n frown.

Difficulties come n will eventually go away ,

but ur willingness to fight is whats gonna stay".

she was then gone as suddenly as she came,

i knew that my life would never be the same.

I saw her again the following night ,

her hair sparkling in the moon's silver light .

We sat on the grass n with her i could share my pain,

She listened with care although she had nothing to gain.

After she came i could feel the change in my life,

i no longer felt that my neck was under the knife.

i never got all that i wanted but realized i had everything i needed.

therefore to her caring words i always heeded .

I was living in a dream , i had found true joy ,

i felt like a kid who just got his favorite toy .

My helplessness now to me seemed strange ,

I felt all my dreams were now within range .

Days turned to months n then before u know ,

One day her smile was lost n she said " my job is done i have to go ".

That day to her a silent promise i had made ,

no matter what happens my hope shall never fade .

It has been many winters since we first met ,

but those were moments i will never forget .

I searched for her through every culture n media ,

finally found what i was looking for on Wikipedia .

The PC opened the web page with a mind of its own ,

n i was shocked to see what it had shown ,

On that page was a message addressed to me ,

telling just what she wanted me to see ....

It read " sry for leaving that way , but saying goodbye was just too hard ,

we shall meet some day, until then i am sending u a gift , along with my card ".

Just then i looked down to see a blue rose petal in my fist ,

looked up again to see the msg" This page does not exist" .

The petal was her card , the gift i never found ,

i had searched very hard but it was just not around .

It took me some time but i did finally figure out ,

I already had the gift that she was talking bout.

She had left me her heart, i could feel it beat ,

n the very realization of it threw me off my seat.

This was the change that she brought to my life ,

her love was the tonic that had ended my strife .

Why did she help me ? what did she gain ?

why was she the only one able to feel my pain ?

These are answers that only she could give ,

but her memories are all that i needed to live .

Good ppl r rare,out of a hundred u could only find seven,

but not many can brag bout meeting an angel from heaven .

That Special Place -that i seem to have forgotten the way to

Ever wondered about having to pay your bills ?? Or about what's gonna happen at work/school today ?? Ever felt irritated when life's unfair ?? Ever lost your temper after a bad day ?? Ever had Mike Tyson punch you in the face ??
             If your answer to all the above questions is yes then i really need to ask you .... WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING ?? WHY WOULD YOU PISS OFF MIKE TYSON ??

However if your answer is yes to all but the last one , then you will be joining an exclusive group of people called " everybody " , there's this funny guy in Tibet who thinks he's too cool to be a part of this group and has gone ahead and started his own little club of happy go lucky monks but we'll get back to him some other time .

    I have always advocated that we pay too much attention to WMDs ( Weapons of Mass Destruction ) and seem to have completely forgotten about something that's a million times worse , these weapons don't come with a blast radius of *insert big number here* miles or have special discovery channel documentaries about how awesome they are , these are WSDs ( Weapons of Self Destruction ) . Stealthier than an f 22 , more intense than an in house nuclear explosion and accurate up to one human being , n what's more ?? they operate autonomously and are at a constant look out for any poor soul who stumbles across their path ( I can see the military go green with envy , or may by it's the camouflage , who cares ).

     Strangely enough , little children seem to be completely immune to their effects , even big children who pretend to be little children seem to have dodged the bullet . I came home from college yesterday , after finishing the last of my exams and getting 2 weeks off n still somehow managing to find some reason to be upset . And then i see my 12 yr old little brother who's got enough home-work to last him a life time is sitting there and laughing away to glory . He looks at me (smile still firmly plastered to his face) and says " Ben Tennyson kicked vilgax's butt today , it was long over due " . Then it hit me like a ton of bricks , i have been sitting around feeling bad and upset over a billion things that i can't control , never really sitting down to remember the better times , the times when i was truly happy . I don't know about you guys but i can remember the happiest time in my life was when i'd lock my room from the inside , tie a red towel around my neck and jump around like superman , it was my special place , a place where i could fly around , beat up bad guys and be appreciated by the whole of my imaginary world .While you are reading this , do both of us a favor and try to remember that special something that made you happy .

         Now i don't know about you guys but i seem to forgotten the way to that special place , or may be there's an age limit ,  we'll never know , but every once in a while , people like that funny guy from Tibet manage to sneak in to that place and find bucket loads of peace and happiness . Truth be told , i find that really annoying , why should he be any different ?? why should he be happy ?? why can't he go about feeling miserable like the rest of us ?? ( there's a hint that i'm throwing here , catch it )


        

The bat signal !!!

One of my best friends is a die hard bat-fan ...... 
that's really not saying much is it ?? i mean u seriously need to be a few gray cells short to not be in awe of the dark knight .The guy's moves around at night , just melts into the darkness and has a mortal enemy who is ( to put it mildly ) so scary that u'll never look at a pack of playing cards the same way again !!!!

 Anyway , so it was his birthday and i was having a hard time thinking of a gift , he's really into fantasy novels n stuff and i can't for the life of me ever get around to reading a book , the obvious choice was to pool in with someone who's already got a gift in mind but somehow it never really felt right , n then this idea struck me so hard that it almost gave me a concussion ... 

 What do u give a guy who's crazy about batman ?? ......


huh ?? 


go on ??


well , the truth be told , if u really care about em , u give them the contact details of a good psychiatrist , they'll hate u for it , but it's probably the right thing to do ...


I however did the stupid thing of deciding to make him a bat-signal , that's right , A BAT-SIGNAL !!!!

Then began the nearly week long ordeal of getting the plan right , deciding on the materials needed , and also shaving off on costs ( yeah , he's my friend , not some girl from college that i've got a crush on , so yes there were monetary restrictions ).


The saddest part was that i had asked him what he wanted , n he made it quite clear that this was definitely on the top of his wish-list , so in order to throw him off , i gave him a green lantern ring as the official gift the day before his birthday ...... yeah that's right , the most powerful weapon in the universe was the decoy :P


So long story short , n what i believe is the only reason you've been reading so far , here's how u make a bat signal 


items needed : glue , plastic sheets , a thick plastic bowl as big as u want it , a strong cfl bulb , a holder with wire of an appropriate length , some acrylic paint ( black , in case there was any doubt ), aluminium foil , n some other things that u'll probably be smart enough to find


steps

• paint the outside of the bowl black and make sure that it gets enough time to dry , then looks for missed spots n paint again 
• Stick the foil to the inner part of the bowl in order to make it reflective , so that when u place the light in it , it's as bright as possible .
• Connect the cfl bulb to the holder and with the help of some cardboard pieces , stick it inside the bowl , ( i found it easy to just use the box that the cfl bulb came in , after cutting it open in an appropriate way )
• You might wanna be careful about the power rating on the bulb , if it gets too hot , it might melt the bowl or the foil , also insulate the wire on the holder properly if u don't want a bat-jolt every time u turn the signal on  
• Trace the exact size of the bowl on the transparent plastic sheet n then cut it out , also cut out the same shape form one of those disposable plastic bags . Apply a lil bit of glue in between these 2 sheets and stick them properly , it also helps if u can any heavy roller to really flatten em out , so that the excess glue gets squeezed out 
• I used some cellophane tape to stick the screen on the bowl but u can obviously use whatever u want 
• Take a printout of the bat symbol of the right size and cut it out , it helps if u do it at home cos the ppl at the cyber cafe can make u feel really stupid about taking a bat symbol printout ( personal experience )
• Stick it to the front of the screen and you are ready to signal batman for help , n if he doesn't turn up u still have a nice reading light :)  ( n between u n me , if some guy does walk into ur house at night dressed in all black n wearing a mask , it might not be batman n u must really call the cops !!! )

So there u have it folks , a lil patience and about 20$ and u have ur very own bat signal . It's also extra special cos u'd have made it urself !!


However , if u really wanna get a kick outta it , go up to ur bat-crazy best friend's place at 12 in the night on his birthday and flash it in his face while u stuff his face with a chocolate brownie , that expression on their faces will be worth a million bucks !!! True story ppl , true story ....

Start off !!!

Ok , so i believe i've made it quite clear to everyone that i have no idea what blogging is about ... But so far i'm honestly excited about it , it's been less than a day and i've already got 70 something views , yay !!!


   So in order to do justice to em' people and the soon to be large crowd of faithful followers ( yeah , so i'm getting a lil ambitious , sue me ) , i've been reading up on some of the other blogs around and i think i'm starting to get what the whole hoohaa is all about , and it looks like a bucket load of fun ( not as much as jumping off an plane with nothing more than a blue spandex n a red cape , but then again nothing is :/  )


        To those of you who don't know me , i'm a huge superman fan ,can sit and watch old Disney movies for days on end , would really want to believe that wwe is real wrestling , am a sucker for anything that flies /floats/howers/ has cannons & machine guns & armor plating and the like ...


There is a lotta stuff that i want to put up as soon as i can , but being an avid believer of procrastination there's only so much that i can do without feeling like a blasphemous traitor . No worries though , all hope's not lost yet , with my 2 weeks of summer vacation around the corner n my genuine lack of interest in any social activity there's not much to do other than to spill my heart out to the good people on the internet ,  so lets get ready to rumble !!!

Ok, wow .....
I guess i finally did it !!  my first shot at blogging ....
It's really funny cos i have no idea if i'll even stay on with this , the name is something that popped into my head when Blogger asked me for one ( although i think it reminds me of those millions of times that I've stood on my terrace n kept staring at those planes rumbling past ) , and i'm pretty sure i'm gonna be a miserable blogger . My friend's got a blog though , something that's actually pretty good n it's always made me want to do something similar . So lets see how this goes , here's one for all of us misfits in a really strange but fascinating world , cheers ....