<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:33:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cold Coffee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-5296216231341635211</id><published>2009-09-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:30:47.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreachable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(noises from the street.. traffic sounds.. people chattering..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya wanders in the Eat Street.. aimlessly.. she is lost in her thoughts.. she is worried.. she feels restless.. she finds a seat in Eat Street to calm down, to think.. pulls out a digital camera from her handbag.. she looks down at her digital camera.. reviews the last few pictures in it..(frame contains only her digi cam).. a boy with her in the pictures.. pictures with funny poses.. romantic poses.. clearly they are lovers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frame contains people sitting around.. people eating their favorite dishes.. people having conversations.. one guy just behind her table&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (out of focus) &lt;/span&gt;having a dosa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to priya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pulls out her mobile phone from her bag.. starts composing a message &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(frame only the phone and her hand from the top)&lt;/span&gt;.. she types "I still love you. I am sorry for what I did.".. her thumb goes to the send button.. she doesn't press it.. but she starts erasing what she typed.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all happens with the same background noise)&lt;/span&gt;.. she retypes "I miss you. really. I am sorry.".. her thumb goes to the send button.. she sends it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to scene..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around everywhere.. the guy who was eating dosa has finished eating.. he is now wiping his hand in a tissue paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to priya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at her mobile phone.. waiting for his message.. dosa guy in her background..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all background noises fade out.. complete silence.. high bass nil sound..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera zooms into the dosa guy.. frame has only the dosa guy.. screen fades out..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(high bass nil sound continuing)&lt;/span&gt; dark screen.. explosion sound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 seconds dark screen after the explosion sound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screen fades in.. a guy in a room sitting on a bean bag punches a couple of keys on his mobile phone.. brings the phone to his right ear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screen fades out.. dark screen.. telephonic female voice - "the number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.. to leave a voice mesg press *"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cast rolls down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-5296216231341635211?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/5296216231341635211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=5296216231341635211' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/5296216231341635211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/5296216231341635211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2009/09/unreachable.html' title='Unreachable'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-4863734260682548009</id><published>2009-08-16T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:24:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An early morning Jog</title><content type='html'>Lately I started early morning jogging after realizing how low my stamina is after a trek I did near Coorg recently. Today's jog was eventful I must say. Let me cut it short and come to the point straight. There were three men jogging in the opposite direction, out of them I instantly recognized one. I smiled at him and I asked, "You a director ?", he nodded yes. I told him with subtle excitement, "Your last movie was super". He thanked me and we jogged away in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, I felt I should have told him something more. I was hoping to meet him again, I thought he has to return back in the same way he came, I slowed down, I almost waited and yes there I see him coming back. I smiled, stopped him again and said, "We, a bunch of movie lovers in Hyderabad are organizing a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=118079662961&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;movie festival&lt;/a&gt; coming sunday. Would you mind joining us ?" He out right rejected the invite saying he has got to shoot at Kurnool for 60 continuous days starting this Tuesday. The conversation ended shortly. In the end I said, "I am waiting for your movie then. See you."&lt;br /&gt;His name is Samudirakani, he is shooting 'Nadodigal' in telugu at Kurnool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-4863734260682548009?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/4863734260682548009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=4863734260682548009' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/4863734260682548009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/4863734260682548009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-morning-jog.html' title='An early morning Jog'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-3389068183379399627</id><published>2009-08-15T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:45:53.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaminey - Movie review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie is on the run way for the first 25 minutes and then takes off like a Boeing 747 and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cruises&lt;/span&gt;.  It starts with a poetical narration and transforms to a kind of romance/comedy with the 'aesthetic touch' and before you realize what this movie is about, it takes off and changes direction, where you see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Omkara's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vishal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bharadwaj&lt;/span&gt; behind the shots for quiet some time. Pure cinema it is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vishal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bhradwaj&lt;/span&gt; with a Quentin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tarantino&lt;/span&gt; mask it is. He got the style bang on. The only thing he was missing when he was under that mask is a lengthy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preferably&lt;/span&gt; intellectual) conversation. The climax, its a typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; gangster fight shot like a Guy Ritchie's scene. The 'direction', through out the movie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can brag about the cinematography for one full day. The pull, drag, push of the camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt;-of/behind/beside the actors.. Oh Boy !!! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt; kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bokehs&lt;/span&gt;, the low saturated colors, the back lighting, the wide angles, the harsh lighting, the shaky camera, the blurry pictures, the out-of-focus foreground.. Oh Boy !!! This is easily one of the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cinematographies&lt;/span&gt; done in Indian movies. Easily comparable to the Hollywood stuff. The quality of cinematography keeps steadily increasing through out the movie. As the movie proceed towards the end, he shows you what he is up to and what he can do with the equipment. Goddamn beautiful !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The clever screenplay which keeps the audience glued to their seat transforms steadily and gets better and gains pace as it moves on. Brilliant job again !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an artistic - sexy - stylish - raw - hysterical - technically very sound - commercial movie. Its a must watch, doesn't matter whether you are a movie lover or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-3389068183379399627?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/3389068183379399627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=3389068183379399627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/3389068183379399627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/3389068183379399627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2009/08/kaminey-movie-review.html' title='Kaminey - Movie review'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-2021502026026327993</id><published>2008-04-30T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:27:07.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green.. Amber.. Red..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always want to halt before the stop line at any traffic signal when there is a red infront of me, but I always "try" to achieve this with much difficulty in this city. The vehicles beside/behind me start honking vigorously and speed when its amber. I get confused whether to stop for the signal or just speed away with the other vehicles, I get scared if I would be run over by the Indica behind me. But I somehow manage to halt for the signal and get prepared to bare the loud horn for the next 5 seconds (from the Indica behind me). I turn to my left to see a pretty girl behind the steer wheel of Honda civic. I look at the car's music system. I look at the digital speedo meter. Mean while I sense some one touching my thigh. Its a kid wearing no shirt and a half trouser. He is asking for money. He wipes the front mud guard of my bike with the cloth he has. Touches my feet and "ask" for money. I keep ignoring him. A pregnant lady approaches me. Her clothes are dirty and torn. Her round pot like stomach protrudes out of her torn shirt. She looks like she is crying and finding it difficult to walk. She begs me for money. I look on the other side of the signal, a man selling balloon like dolls. I look around. I find three or four other children begging/asking for money. Possibly the mom and kids are begging and the father is selling something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well Well.. the count down timer above the signal indicate its 10 seconds for the signal to show green. But I dont have to see the timer to know this. I can sense it when the Indica driver behind me starts honking, moves his car forward and tries to fill the 5 mm gap between by bike and his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trying to get relieved of this situation, my instinct wants me to speed the bike as far as possible when its green and make sure the bloody Indica doesn't follow me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-2021502026026327993?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/2021502026026327993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=2021502026026327993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/2021502026026327993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/2021502026026327993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2008/04/green-amber-red.html' title='Green.. Amber.. Red..'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-1481992097982457007</id><published>2008-02-21T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T04:40:25.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiction. No references to any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Are you sure you want to do this ?&lt;br /&gt;He  : Yep. Why did we travel so long if we are going back without even doing this ?&lt;br /&gt;She : Alright lets go.. but you have to adulate me.&lt;br /&gt;He  : Hmmm... you want me to think when we are 13000 ft above the sea level.. alright.. (he thinks for 10 seconds, he utters with his ugly grin) At night the sky is as dark as your skin, the clouds in clear sky resemble your hair, the kids on street play with the marbles that are just like your eyes, the  (she shuts his mouth with her hand)&lt;br /&gt;She : Thats enough. Great ! Shakespear is out of date ! now lets go and jump..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple is on a trip to Manali and are about to go para gliding. He refuses the help of the workers who help the tourists paraglide as he already has enough experience on it. They both are on the same paraglider (she is in the front and he behind her) all set to glide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  : Ok. Here is what we are gonna do.. on the count of 3 we both run as fast as we can and just jump off the cliff with all our energy.. but we both have to be in sync. i.e. we both run at the same speed and take off at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;She : Ok.. but I am doing this for the first time.. I am scared&lt;br /&gt;He  : You dont have to be. Just scream my name when we jump :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both take off as he said. She is screaming. Gravity acting on these two people pulling them down and the glider trying to neutralise the downward pull, making it an awesome experience. She is all excited. To add to it, he grabs her hip with his right hand and pulls her as close as possible, slides his left hand behind her neck, trying to gently turn her face to make her face to face and stares deep into her eyes. She stops screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  : (when they both are gliding) The way you look and the way I feel you, I ve seen and felt them only in my dreams. You are the one I trust. You are the one I want to touch. I see you when I close my eyes and I can't compare nothing to you. From the moment I met you, I knew it, I love you. I want you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt so romantic in the middle of the sky. Actually she could hear only half of what he said, as the wind took away half his romantic words before reaching her ears. He wasn't loud enough. But she definitely felt his love for the way he looked into her eyes. They were approaching the land and he released her and shouted at the top of his voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  : We both should try to run in the same direction in which we land to avoid any injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thudd.... they couldn't make it a smooth landing. They both fall down. She is lying on the ground laughing.. Laughing aloud..&lt;br /&gt;(after she finish laughing, she tries and clears her throat)&lt;br /&gt;She : I love you. This is the happiest moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of months of pure romance, they both meet in the office pantry. But this time she is extra happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Guess what I got in store for ya.&lt;br /&gt;He  : ok lemme take a guess...(pause) you got movie tickets!&lt;br /&gt;She : give up.. let me tell you.. My dad wants to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;He  : Oops.. you have told your dad ?&lt;br /&gt;She : Don't worry.. he isn't arrogant or harsh or anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad is in the constuction bussiness worth atleast more than 100 crores of rupees. Our hero is reluctant to face him. Having no other go, he meets her father in his office. Her father, without any speech, with his insolent look, put a blank signed cheque on his table and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : forget her, she is going to do MS in the US in a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;He  : I know..&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Don't let my daughter know anything of what we spoke here.&lt;br /&gt;He : We hardly spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is thinking of delivering some dialogue he has heard for similar situations in recent movies but something stops him.. he thinks again, but this time he is thinking about the cheque. He gently picks the cheque and leaves his office. After giving it a thought, he filled the cheque - Rs. 30000000 and after several hours of vigorous thinking he added another zero behind the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he met her in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Hey how was the meeting with my father ?&lt;br /&gt;He  : Not bad at all. btw, by any chance did your father know that my father is the owner of two gaint shopping malls in this city&lt;br /&gt;She : Nope.. I haven't told him yet. But why ?&lt;br /&gt;He  : :) :)&lt;br /&gt;She : What ? Why are you looking at me like that ?&lt;br /&gt;He  : Nothing. I am planning to start a business  in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-1481992097982457007?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/1481992097982457007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=1481992097982457007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/1481992097982457007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/1481992097982457007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-romance.html' title='True Romance'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-2762092716478173798</id><published>2008-01-29T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:02:18.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Country For Old Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Call it!!", after tossing a coin says Anton Chigurh, the psychopathic serial killer, to decide if he wants to spare Moss's wife for he gave the word to Moss that he would kill her. But why ? Chigurh is hired to find the welder, Lewelyn Moss who never gives up or seeks help, happens to see the battle field where happened a screwed drug deal which left just one alive among a bunch of men and dogs. On his way back he finds a satchel full of cash (around 2 Million in dollars) and takes it home which makes Chigurh go behind him carrying a transpoder that recieves signals from a transmitter inside the cash satchel. A rival of Chigurh is also put on track to find Moss or the cash. Towards the climax the mexican gang (drug dealers) come into picture to get the cash themselves . Who (all) survives this whole battle? is all what you will see in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Tom Bell an old Sheriff is on duty to save Moss from the sociopath and fails to make it any close to it. The title suggested it even before the movie gained pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully crafted !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights : Nil background score / Steady camera / Communicate to audience using still shots / You dont have to do this / There are no clean getaways / air gun / Call it / Is the story about Charlie true / Who are you / and then I woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-2762092716478173798?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/2762092716478173798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=2762092716478173798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/2762092716478173798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/2762092716478173798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No Country For Old Men'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-9187957769091616580</id><published>2008-01-28T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:05:58.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservoir Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Fiction. No references to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(On the fourth floor of a 20 floors building which is under construction, you find two people talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : What the hell did you do?&lt;br /&gt;Jules : I couldn't do anything. What would you have done if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : I wasn't there, why the hell should I do any thing.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : I was.... Listen I tried my best to carry the case with me. But when I had to choose between the case and my life, I chose life.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Ok. Cool it. What do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : (thinking.. he repeats what Jules said) What do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Here is what we do. As you lost the major portion of the money in the case you carried, you loose 20 % of your share. We split what ever is there in my case. 70 ... 30. Ofcourse 70 for me.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : (swiftly took out his gun and aimed at Vega's face) Tell that one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : You don't understand the nigger speaking? 70 for me and 30 for you.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Tell that one more god damn time and I will shoot your punk ass.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Hey bloody, but your revolver is staring at my face.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Well then turn back..&lt;br /&gt;Jules : or I give you another option - make it 50 50.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : I prefer first option. Lemme turn back. Hold your fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vega kinda makes a quick turn and before he turned he reaches for his gun tucked in his pants, pulls it out and shoots his partner's left leg in the knee cap. Blood sprinkle all over the floor. His knee bone is visible through the hole made by the bullet on his pants.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Whats it buddy ? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jules unable to stand, seeks help from Vega, but in vain. He falls down on the floor with a thud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules : You.... sssiiccckkkk..... ss..sss..shit.. What did you do to me ?&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Well you know what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jules trembling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Heck... I ...I didn't mean any thing. I was just playing around with you. My gun is not even loaded.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Well mine is. You definitely know that now.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Bullshit ! Pshyco ! I can't stand the pain. Give me some pain killer or take me to the hospital asap.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : And should I call the police too ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jules groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : OK. OK. OK. lemme get you outta this place first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vega gets his partner on the back seat of the car, makes him lie down and he starts driving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : (driving) OK now tell me. Why were you so careless ?&lt;br /&gt;Jules : To let you shoot me ?&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Nope. To let the security get the briefcase away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Look I had to run like hell when they were trying shooting my ass, I jumped over the reception table and my briefcase slipped outta my hand. If I turned back to pick the case I would have got a bullet in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : ha ha.. now you got one in your knee.&lt;br /&gt;Jules : Do you know how it feels like when you get shot in your knee ?&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : I am seeing you. I guess I know&lt;br /&gt;(Jules groaning in pain)&lt;br /&gt;Jules : I better keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The car comes to a halt infront of an hospital, Vega opens his suitcase, makes a rough estimate of the money in it. Picks 50 % of it and throws them on Jules's face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vega  : You are infront of an hospital. I divided it 50 .. 50 as you asked. And if you can use anything present inside your head, you will know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vega gently gets out of the car and walks away with his briefcase)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-9187957769091616580?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/9187957769091616580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=9187957769091616580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/9187957769091616580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/9187957769091616580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2008/01/reservoir-cats.html' title='Reservoir Cats'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-5824722446006994431</id><published>2007-03-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:23:06.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paruthiveeran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paruthiveeran a challenging role neatly handled by Karthik, a stunning debut in the recent times. Priyamani's smile and performance is pleasing throughout the movie. Ameer has depicted nothing but his hardwork. Every frame has been shot with utmost care, specially the "thiruvizha" at the very beginning - beautifully crafted. The screenplay is the backbone of the movie. The switching between the monochrome flashback and the present happenings is done so well and answers all the "Wh" questions in the audience mind.There is very less background music in the climax. More background music in the climax would have brought more emotions from the audience but the clarity of the tragedy would have been blurred. Yuvan scores well. Not to mention the performances by Saravanan and Ganja Karuppu(famously known as Vazhavandhan), job well done though Karuppu speaks less. The drawbacks I felt were - some English words were pronounced well and used liberally by everyone, the language that Muthazhagu speaks, it sometimes didn't have the Madurai accent and the very long dance performance by the troop after Veeran and Sevaazhai came out of jail (I felt it should have been short) otherwise the movie is tiptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, its a heavy weight !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-5824722446006994431?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/5824722446006994431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=5824722446006994431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/5824722446006994431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/5824722446006994431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2007/03/paruthiveeran.html' title='Paruthiveeran'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-727081592566921890</id><published>2007-02-10T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:46:03.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A for Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oops... Its getting late". I was rushing out of the Chennai airport collecting my luggage. An auto driver approached me, "Sir Auto?". "Ya.. I need to reach Egmore to board the Rockfort Express... I mean... Egmore polama" - "200 Rs aagum, sir". I was walking away from him as if I didn't hear him. He followed me, "Sir kedaisiya 150 kudunga" - "Seri Vaanga..". He drove me through the traffic like a drunken maniac. But reached Egmore in one and a half hrs. Kewl ahh.. Met Victor, Jenny, Sylvia, Sam and Jack at Egmore before boarding the train. That was a nice journey for us, with a lot of disturbance to others.&lt;br /&gt;The next day (6th Dec, 2006), early in the morning, reached Trichy, to see some of Alice's college mates and her brother and the lovely Nancy. Hunted for rooms - got ready - reached the Mandapam just in time. We guys were led to the bride's room by her brother. Bride - Alice. We had a nice photo session after which we guys eagerly got to the front of Mandapam. "Hey kozhi sutha poranga !!" - "appadina enna?" - "Chumma kozhi eduthu suthuvaanga" - "Uyiroda kozhiya?" - "Aama, kannu padama irukka.." - "appadiya, appa oru Maadu eduthu sutha vendiyadhuthane?, suthama kannu padadhu" - "Maada thooka mudiyadhu.." - "Hmmm.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here comes the groom, we were watching him as the lucky guy to marry Alice. But not lucky enough to lift his head up to see who is standing infront of him. There were atleast two kilograms of flowers hung over his face, he was accompanied by a person with a "Visiri". "Dei maapilaya pathiya?" - "Illada.. enga..". Alice's brother was searching groom's face in between the 2 kgs of flowers to feed him some sweet. Then happened the "Kozhi Suthuradhu" and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We waited for the marriage to happen - Waited for more time - "Hey whats happening?" - Some mantras were chanted - "Hey where is Alice?" - "Wait she will come.. She must be upstairs.." - Waited for more time - Finally the groom stood up but disappeared - Waited for more time - Groom came in, started to hug every one around him - "Hey see thats nice, get me the camera" - I was clicking as they all stood in a queue to hug the groom - I was also eager to hug him, but was a kind of afraid whether I could - Finally I understood that the marriage was over - "Geez I didn't see Alice at all, Wow!!!" - Then came the real photo session - All family members get up and down the stage - Click - Click - Click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mean while we guys went to buy the cake to celebrate the occasion which Nancy had already ordered. "Sir, Neengadhan order kuduthadha?" - "Aama nae.." - "Pesh Kaem cake sir, presha irukku.." - "Seri pack pannunga.. Seekeram urugida pogudhu".&lt;br /&gt;We all went up with the cake to the newly wed ones to celebrate the occasion where the photographer said, "idhellam enga palakathula illapa..". He was a gentleman, he knew everything otherthan clicking a camera. We waited for some time and finally I saw Mrs. Alice smiling at us as we approached the newly wed. Nice... - cake - cut - celebrate - feed the loved ones. I gave my camera to the so called professional photographer to click the celebration. He put my little cam in his pocket and started chatting with his colleague. Alice fed the cake to her lovely husband mean while and the shot ain't there in my cam. - "Anna photo edunga... enn camerala photo edunga.." - Damn it.. No other go, I had to grab my cam from him and I started clicking. Damn it, I was throughly pissed off with the guy. But he was a nice man, sounded like a well wisher to the family. But what ever it is, Alice feeding the cake to her husband aint there in my cam.  Sorry Alice :(&lt;br /&gt;Time was flying, biryani - matinee show - Fast Tracked Sam - Party - Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;We had plans for the next day at Tanjore. But every thing was messed-up. At around 10:00 pm (7th Dec 2006) - "Vandi enn 6878, Trichy, Vizhupuram vazhiyaga Chennai egmore varai sellum 'malaikotai' veraivu vandi innum siridhu nerathil mudalavadhu pilatparathai vandhadayum".&lt;br /&gt;Dec 10 2006 - Reception at chennai - We, the Newsy 9 guys gifted them an oven.Alice called me to pose for a photograph - Alice - her husband - me. I was made to feel special. Nice dinner - Wishes - Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning boarded my flight from Chennai to Hyderabad. Nice trip. I came out of the airport and it was drizzling. Nice again :)&lt;br /&gt;My flight got delayed by 2 hrs, "Ohh shit I donno I gonna miss my train to Trichy". I was at the Hyderabad airport calling Nancy's mobile, "Hey enna panra?, Alice enna panra" - "ava kitta Pesuriya??" - "Ya, kodu". That phonecall is memorable. That was my last phonecall to Miss. Alice :) (Dec 5 2006). Some how reached Chennai around 7:30pm. "Oops... Its getting late". I was rushing out of the Chennai airport collecting my luggage. An auto driver approached me, "Sir Auto?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-727081592566921890?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/727081592566921890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=727081592566921890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/727081592566921890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/727081592566921890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2007/02/oops.html' title='A for Alice'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-115746655576075978</id><published>2006-09-05T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:20:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt; - One of the movies that stayed in my mind for long in the recent past. There are a whole lot of characters in the movie, the screenplay is so shuffled that makes it difficult for me to write about the story line. To name a few characters - a patrol cop, a successful director, a lock smith, a rich house wife, a detective, a persian immigrant, a cute little girl... the list goes on..... The characters I mentioned are the ones that stayed in my mind after I came out of the cinema hall. Every character I mentioned above meets atleast two other characters and the film is a bundle of instances in the days life of the above mentioned characters. The director takes care of relating these instances. The first hour of the movie comprises of pieces of video describing the characters and their behaviour making me feel what Haggis (the director) is upto. But the second half explains it all very beautifully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;Racism - thats an interesting subject, that has been dealt without any reservation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;The movie pleased me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-115746655576075978?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115746655576075978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=115746655576075978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/115746655576075978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/115746655576075978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2006/09/race.html' title='Race'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-115271837965755256</id><published>2006-07-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:05:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma-fia II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The other place where these guys had fun was in the English tution. That was a place meant for these guys to meet and chat. Sylvia, as I told was very serious about her studies, even in the English tution. She was the reason behind this gang. She introduced the tution to these buddies. Alice too was serious in her studies, but she never let others know about that. These guys never returned back home from the english tution with out spending atleast half an hour in the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other interesting character Jesi, was introduced to them (not really to every one ) when they were all preparing for a competitive examination. ICC happened to see Jesi when a white Ferrari zoomed in, from inside came a gentleman in half trouser(her father). I should call that a Ferrari for two reasons, the noise it made was awesome - some thing like F1 car :P, and the car speeded over 150 mph if her father drove it :P. From inside the Ferrari, a cute little girl got down ...... and you got it.... That's Jesi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICC never did his mathematics homework, and his mathematics teacher never stopped scolding him. When ever his mathematics teacher removed his watch, ICC got a hint that he was going to beat him. There were days when the maths teacher and ICC played running and catching inside the class room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day, when ICC and his bench mate didn't do their homework. (ICC sat on the last bench in his class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Teacher (MT) : Those whoever didn't do their homework.... STANDUP (in an angry tone)&lt;br /&gt;(There were 6 or 7 guys who stood up.. ofcourse ICC and his bench mate did standup)&lt;br /&gt;MT : Fellows in the last bench... Useless fellows (I am not able to depict his accent of his english here)&lt;br /&gt;MT : Last bench... OUT !!!! (Pointing his finger towards the door)&lt;br /&gt;(ICC and his bench mate made no reactions to his yelling, but calmly lifted their bench and did as if they were taking their bench outside, and no doubt the running and catching like thing happened again inside the class room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Mathematics teacher was the neighbour of Pat :D and Pat had a nice time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia was really a care taker, she gave free advice to ICC every other day. Sylvia unlike ICC sat on the first bench, and Sylvia's class room and ICC's were straight opposite to each other and so whenever ICC was sent out of the class, he never escaped from her eyes and she always showed faces like she was scolding him. ICC enjoyed her care !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two other teachers, one popularly known as "Figaru" and the other - the boys called her "Anaconda" (reasons not mentioned). These boys really had a nice time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and Stan bunked the school to watch a movie (a love based one). Not many know this.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention about the school excursion trip. That was all very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICC listened to Alice, and Alice only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: ICC, Don't speak to Ronaldhino...&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Ok&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Study with concentration&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Ok&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Don't do this&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Ok&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Don't do that&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Ok&lt;br /&gt;(Continues....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the board exams, and ofcourse the results! Pat a potential school topper didn't satisfy many with the marks he scored. He said, "I should have prayed Rama before looking at the results !". Alice scored good marks in all the subjects except in her favorite one. Alice said, "I was over confident". Sylvia's belief was correct, she scored the highest among every one in this Mafia ! Victor, Jack, Nancy, ICC were all on the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This was all in the secondary school education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-115271837965755256?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115271837965755256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=115271837965755256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/115271837965755256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/115271837965755256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2006/07/ma-fia-ii.html' title='Ma-fia II'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-115150746604939533</id><published>2006-06-28T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:13:43.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma-fia I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was the teacher's day, Alice was astonishingly beautiful in a creamy color saree, the school notice board (green color) in her backgroud had greeting cards painted by students displayed on it, two teachers were standing beside the notice board. Her face was bright, she took ICC's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Hi !&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Hi !&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Met all the teachers?&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Yes. Most of them and I wished them.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I ve to go..&lt;br /&gt;(ICC winked... Alice noticed it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICC is a kind of guy always wanting to speak to Alice. Always!! But had to end the conversation with that because Alice got busy. She is the captain !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were six guys, making a bouquet for the teachers (at Silvya's home) on the day before the teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Hi !&lt;br /&gt;(She winked)&lt;br /&gt;ICC : Hi! (Noticed her wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one was happy making the bouquet. Nancy, Sylvia and Alice were planning to come to school in saree. Patrick(Pat), Jack and ICC were waiting to see them in saree. They were all good friends from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, all these buddies meet, enjoy together, wish their teachers, pose for photographs, chat for a while and leave to their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor - came into the picture late. But made a bright entry. He spoke on the stage like a politician, every one was facinated by his speech. He has good helping tendency and a good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley - a fun loving guy, made others play treasure hunt often. The one who plays treasure hunt, will definitely be annoyed. You know why? Because the treasure will be his/her cycle's bell cap. He loved playing the 'spitting game'. Don't know if I mentioned the name of the game correctly. (The game goes like this - He puts the tongue inbetween the upper and the lower jaws and applies pressure gently, thereby he sprinkles his saliva on the bench). When ever he did this, Sylvia made a complain to Lolakku (their english teacher). That very evening, Sylvia willnot able to ride her bicycle. You know why? Stanley loosened the nut which held the valve of her bicycle tube. The moment she sat on her bicycle, the tyre did "pusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss". She had to push her cycle to her home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy - sweetest among all of these buddies, won every ones heart with her voice and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia - seriously believed that studies and books are the only things that would help in her life. She always pretended that she obeyed their parents thoughts and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat - the most brilliant guy in that group, did all the preboard exams well. He was very obedient to his parents unlike Jack and had a good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack - another brilliant guy, good at studies, played basketball every day, and studied late every night and often fought with ICC for silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice - sweet, good at studies, her favorite teacher was &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;errace &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;omeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICC - not very serious about his life/studies, had a bad name with 1 or 2 or 3 or... teachers, always wanted Alice to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life continued with fun for these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This piece has a brief description about the characters. Another character entry(Jesi) and fun in the next... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-115150746604939533?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115150746604939533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=115150746604939533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/115150746604939533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/115150746604939533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2006/06/ma-fia-i.html' title='Ma-fia I'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-114711007603976871</id><published>2006-05-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:43:54.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is black Unicorn, the one which gives me comfortable rides. I am on the vehicle, the speedo meter shows 70 kmph, that was a smooth ride on a hunded feet road. The vehicle infront of mine slows down. I put my leg on the break pedal, apply pressure, my Unicorn slows down.. more pressure.. the vehicle comes to halt. That is a red signal infront of me. Its a Junction, the pole facing me has traffic signal lights and an electronic display which reads "43". You will be shown green after 43 seconds !! But the people around here never understand that. The vehicle infront of me starts moving.. takes a turn... whoooph.. he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;There is a board just below the traffic signal lights. It reads, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Bulls run after seeing red !&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-114711007603976871?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114711007603976871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=114711007603976871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/114711007603976871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/114711007603976871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2006/05/bulls.html' title='Bulls'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-114613757049754404</id><published>2006-04-27T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:39:35.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in Blue shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The collar is dirty. He didnot have time to wash his face, shave his white beard. He doesn't have teeth at all. He is laughing. His eyes are brown and small. He has wrinkles all over his dark face. He has a traditional long scarf wrapped around the head, which also covers his ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is posing for a photograph. He is happy. The photographer is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..... and people call this - excellent photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27106371-114613757049754404?l=ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114613757049754404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27106371&amp;postID=114613757049754404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/114613757049754404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27106371/posts/default/114613757049754404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ice-cold-coffee.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-in-blue-shirt.html' title='Man in Blue shirt'/><author><name>Ice Cold Coffee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04786504491128590820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27106371.post-114613590082294826</id><published>2006-04-27T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:39:53.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>He has... She has... You have... 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