Queen

My love for Queen (the band) first started when I heard the We are the Champions cover by Crazy Frog.

Crazy Frog πŸ˜€

I then heard some more songs like – Under Pressure and Somebody to Love in movies which got me hooked onto their songs.

Then came Bohemian Rhapsody, which my brother and I sing along to (like a pair of crazies) in the car or secretly hijack our Dad’s playlist to play it. The reactions on our faces when the song was played in Suicide Squad was pure childish joy.

Is this the real life,
is this just fantasy,
caught in a land slide,
no escape from reality
“…

During my most emotional days, the song can bring me to tears, the lyrics hitting me right where (I think) they are meant to.

Her Majesty…. Queen

Some days back, I watched the movie – Bohemian Rhapsody, which is based on the life of Freddie Mercury – the lead singer and the band; and obviously I loved it. Rami Malek has done such an excellent portrayal of Freddie. The way he walked, and moved on the stage during their performances!

I cannot be a judge on how accurate the movie is; as even I can find a fact that contradicts it while merely browsing through the band’s wiki page.

The one important thing I loved (I loved the whole movie) after watching the movie was Freddie’s need to be who he was always meant to b: A performer; even after being ill. Yeah, not all people are blessed with an easy direction in life like him. But, his drive and passion!

Some of their other songs that I loved from the movie: Love of my life and Who wants to live forever.

How I wish I could have attended their Live Aid Concert of 1985. Just being in that crowd belting out the songs. (L)

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Women’s Day

Today everyone celebrated Women’s day. In my opinion, there is no use in celebrating something unless it – a person/group that is being celebrated, is actually, truly respected.

Anyway…

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping women everywhere are content or are aiming to be content in their lives or have been making changes to be content.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping women are kind to their fellow women in life. Yeah, we tend to have lot of empathy but sometimes we can also be selfish bitches.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping women break expectations of the World.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping women stop belonging to someone and rather be her own person.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping self-motivation and initiative comes naturally to her; not always awaiting approval.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping she is not held back by any barriers set because she’s a she.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping the number of assaults against her greatly decrease.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping she doesn’t doubt her beauty; or let anyone’s opinion let her doubt it.

πŸ‘© Here’s hoping she finds love and companionship.

πŸ‘© Atlast, here’s hoping for respect; and hoping she doesn’t take advantage of it.

Goodnight 😴

Old drafts

The following is a post I had typed out to be posted at the end of January; but never got around to posting.

[January 2019]
Well, the first month of this New Year is about to end and though I have not been lying around steady in one place; I haven’t been all that out and about as well – as much as I would have liked to be. 😌

Partly to blame was a slight injury I had last month, and the other reason is that I have been added to a project could be added to a project that required me to attend a week-long training, and then undergo assessments.πŸ’ƒ

I must have mentioned in posts years back, that I am a developer. I cannot be specific about the language in which I code because I shift between languages almost every year. That’s a whole post on it’s own. 😏

Most of this month has all been about trying new code snippets and wondering why? when the code doesn’t work; and how? when the code does work (without any major change).

Ramblings: 16/02/2019

I have a syringe poking out of my inner elbow, and the lady says, “Don’t get scared!”.

Apparently if you get scared, no blood flows out. So, I am staring at this syringe which is still inserted into my hand and it seems like there isn’t any blood in it; and muttering out aloud, “How is there no blood in it?”, coz in my head, nerves are like pipes witb blood flowing in them, and the minute you stick a needle in them, the blood flows into the syringe. Basic physics right? 😏

The lady says later after poping out the syringe, with some blood in it, “When you get scared, your nerves also feel it, and no blood comes out”; and I had a nice time laughing at that. But, how does anyone manage to sit comfortably with a syringe sticking into their hand?

Movie Review: Hereditary (2018)

Starring:
Toni Collette, Alex Wolff, Milly Shapiro, Ann Dowd, Gabriel Byrne

Directed by:
Ari Aster

Released in:
2018

Synopsis:
Annie’s secretive mother dies. Though the mother and daughter have never been close; her daughter – Charlie was pretty close to her grandmother. The movie is about some mysterious, curious events that occur after the funeral.

Review:
In the trailers and subsequent shots from the movie, there didn’t seem to be any ghostly apparitions or scary looking demons, so I thought of watching it. Yes, that’s how I filter horror movies.
On Sunday morning, I gained courage to watch it.

The story line starts with the portrayal of a harmless family who do not know how to mourn the loss of their matriarch, who they were not close to apparently. It then moves ahead showing how Charlie (Annie’s daughter) is different from normal kids; and how Peter (Annie’s son) is a normal teenager.

The husband – Steve, had little work in this movie, other than holding the family together – offering support, picking Peter from school and quietening Annie. Wish they had given him more of a role.

Toni Collette has given her all to this role, at least in my amateur view. The way she screams! the expressions on her face during fights with Peter. The countless expressions of a scream-queen! πŸ˜±πŸ‘€πŸ˜

There were many mouth-wide-open-what-just-happened moments (5 of those, if I can remember some of them), there were also countless eyebrow-raising moments, which are the usual horror movie responses- why would you do that? or why would you go there? or please can you just get out of the damn dark house?! *shaking-head-in-quiet-shock*

If you are not a person who reacts well to horror movies, I mean like if you actually react to the jump scares (like me), then you will be fixated during the whole of this movie.
It isn’t scary as such. I mean as I said earlier, there are no apparitions or demons that appear. But, a few scenes may suddenly appear in your mind in the middle of the night.

I have watched the Conjuring series, some of the Grudge movies, the Insidious series, and some other horror movies and series. What I am trying to show by that list is my level of horror movies. 😁

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

2019!

I know this is 2 weeks too late, but here’s wishing you a very, very Happy New Year! 😊

Hope you have a marvelous year ahead, with loads of new experiences, meet countless new people (or if you are an introvert, like me – get a chance to know your known friends πŸ‘­πŸ‘« and family πŸ‘¨β€πŸ‘©β€πŸ‘§β€πŸ‘¦ better), visit new places and break some personal records! Find Love ❀, Happiness🀣 and most importantly Peace! πŸ™‚

No posts this year as yet, coz the ones that are in the pipeline are taking me forever to get together; and the ones that are ready don’t really hit the mark for being “The First Post of a New Year”! πŸ˜‹

So, Happy New Year 2019 again! 😊

Book Review: A Walk to Remember

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My copy of the book πŸ™‚

I am guessing all Nicholas Sparks book fans must worship this book; and to be honest, it was good. Like tear-jerking, making you smile unknowingly, wonder longingly good. 😍❀

Synopsis:

Landon Carter is a 17 year old local trouble-maker, who has had the best upbringing but lacks motivation. Jamie Sullivan is the South Baptist preacher’s daughter, who is the same age as Landon but worlds apart in character.

He asks her to the homecoming dance, when he cannot find any other partner; and she makes him promise one thing. She then asks him to portray the main character in a play that she plays the female lead in.

Will Landon hold up his end of the promise?

Summary:

If you have just watched the movie based on the book; and are plenty pleased with yourself: Nope! you need to read the book as well! πŸ™‚

I have always been a fan of the movie, like a huge fan; which kinda held me back from reading the book, even though I had the copy for years! But now, I know the book is in a way better. There are so many differences between the stories portrayed in the two mediums. I guess books with their elaborate descriptions of emotions, past connections and other conditions give us a direct understanding of the protagonist’s POV.

I have to admit though that the first half of the book, I struggled a lot to maintain my interest in continuing. But, as the pages kept turning, I was hooked to the story.

I especially liked the way the name of the book is subtly explained in the story (during the D-day, in case you didn’t catch it); and it makes so much more sense. πŸ€— One more thing I liked about the story is the fact that Jamie let her hair down sometimes, knowing Landon liked it down; but sometimes chose to tie it up in a bun, confusing Landon. πŸ˜€

Rating: 4/5

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone!!πŸ‘ΆπŸ€©πŸŽπŸŽ‰πŸŽ„πŸ₯‚πŸ€—

A priest once said wishing people Merry Christmas even after the 25th isn’t the biggest blunder you can commit. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

My family and I started our Christmas celebrations with the arrival of my brother on 24th early morning. On Christmas Eve, we attended the midnight mass (during which we half dozed; Mom & Dad included) and then we came home to click our annual family photos, then sat for some much needed tea and Christmas sweets. Then off to bed. 😴

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Mom, Dad and Bro catching up on some face-to-face gossip
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The kormolas before frying.
My Mom’s homemade Nevryos

The Christmas sweets were prepared by Mom, Aunt and I the previous week. We prepared Nevryos, Kormolas and Dodol: the usual Goan Christmas sweets. Though some households make alot more than these. πŸ™‚

My dad makes a Nativity crib every year. This year he made one in Goa after around 30 years.

Mission: Wed Kid

My parents, though they have surprised me with all the things they have let me a free pass at; are very traditional and orthodox in some ways. In a way, their expectations are not completely something that would raise eyebrows as they just want their kids to settle down.

The expectation I am talking about is that “Carol should have been married by now”. Before I was 25, my Dad used to repeatedly say, ‘Find yourself a guy by 25, or we will find a guy for you’. 25 is now long gone and my parentsΒ still seem to be pretty chill but have those rare panicked moments.

If you have followed my previous posts (or if you know me personally), you would know that I have not been in any relationship as such; a romantic one to be specific.

Which is now causing a problem for my parents. The couple who met each other and fell is love; completely clueless in the art of matchmaking; expected their kids in direct correlation to have love marriages. But alas, they were (blessed?) with an introverted daughter who limits her socializing to a huge smile and a Hello!

I especially feel bad for Mom Dad when a relative comes quietly, and almost secretively whispers to Mom how her daughter has a boyfriend working in so-so country. When they are alone, Mom whispers this news to Dad, who then lets out a sigh; saying out aloud, how easy her parents have it. (Yeah, I silently curse myself for being who I am, when I hear that)

It’s like a competition for parents; Whose Kids get Married off Faster. WKMF Season 1.

But, I cannot be of any help to my parents in this regard coz it’s just something I simply cannot manage. I know, I know, my counterparts in their late 20s like me, must be huge experts in relationships. But me πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

Waxing woes

Being a girl in this decade, you are expected to have shiny, smooth, hairless arms, armpits and legs. Doesn’t matter what the consequences are; it’s an unsaid expectation.

My legs in their natural glory.

I know the above sketch is an over-exaggeration of what my legs actually look like when not waxed, but that is exactly how I feel they look, when I don’t have a chance to constantly check them in the mirror.

My mom loves to say, ‘Why do you need to wax?’; but she doesn’t know how self-conscious I would get at a function with my hairy legs out for all to see.

My mom also loves to complain about the fact that I do not wear dresses as much as I apparently should. But, that would require regular waxing! and having the parlor ladies staring, with disappointment, at the ingrown hairs on my legs. Not forgetting the small red patches that appear; which make you temporarily feel like you are on the verge of dying; and the parlor ladies who lack any empathy – applying burning hot wax, even after my screaming out that it’s hot!
Why go through all that stress when I could look classy in a pair of black jeans? excluding wedding receptions and feast days obviously; I would look too casual then.

Jeans and heels ❀

Nothing beats wearing jeans and a pair of heels. ❀

P.S. Razors and creams you advise? Been there, done that; no more, thank you.