Georgetowne Station rocks!

Oh, and BTW, I should probably also mention that the Georgetowne Station on M Street in DC is a totally happening place on Friday and Staurday nights. Plus their bartender there got extra point since even while he was serving a gazillion people at the same time, he still remembered, not only the drinks for the two of us who were there (all the way down to the two limes for my gin and tonic), but he made a mean drink and even remembered the name on the tab! The waitress serving shots was way cool as well and even had shots with us. This was my second time down there and I think I’ll have to make it a regular stop on my DC trips! 🙂

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Divided We Fall



Phew! Finally after a long drought of good movies one that has some panache to it! A.I. sucked. Pearl Harbor sucked even more. And I don’t think you could even force me to go see something as dumbassed as Planet of the Apes. The only thing Hollywood can produce these days is either stupid shit with monkeys or dinosaurs running around or totally stupid, insult-to-your intelligence shit like Dude, Where’s my car.

So it was a pleasant change to finally get to a movie that didn’t have it’s roots in Hollow-wood. Thanks to my friend who suggested going to see Divided We Fall – which happens to be a Czech movie which has been nominated for an Academy Award. This was my first time going to a Czech movie… the last time lots of people told me to go check out Kolya, but I never quite made it — just wasn’t in the right frame of mind to see any movies at that time.

Anyhow, so while the dinosaurs and the monkeys monopolized the screens in mainstream theatres, the one up in Regent Square had the good sense to give up it’s showing of Monty Python and the Holy Grail and do a favor to those of us who still have a neuron fire in our heads once in a while by opting to show Divided We Fall instead. (I should mention here that both Clamen’s Movie listings and Yahoo! Movies listings did not even mention the showing of his movie on their schedules and had me very confused for a while until I called the theatre to confirm since my friend had seen it listed (and correctly so) for a Friday evening showing in the InPgh newspaper.)

Anyhow, the movie was really quite excellent. There isn’t any big surpise or revelation in the movie — I’m always looking for some strange twist. But it is a unique story told in a very effective and moving way. The characters do justice to their roles all the way from the attractive wife to the obnoxious Nazi-collaborator who in the end turns out to be a real human being after all.

While sitting in the theatre wathing the movie and listening to the description of the concentration camp David’s family was sent to and watching the intense fear of the Nazi regime in the minds of the people, I could not but help of thinking back to Man’s Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl. Especially of when he talks about how man adapts to his circumstances. And even under the most dire circumstances, we can still choose our own attitude. The movie shows multiple examples of human behavior changing with circumstance. Disturbing in some ways, refreshing in others. There were times when I didn’t know whether I should feel sad or laugh. Pathetically amusing and sadly funny are the only words that can be used to describe it.

It also made me think back as to how strong the Nazi influence was on the Behaviour, Information, Thought and Emotion of not only those who they victimized, but even all of those who bought into Hitler’s bullshit and committed the attrocities towards their fellow human beings. (Not to forget the poor little dog too!)

Divided We Fall is a movie about people. About people who survive. About people who deal with what circumstances they are presented with. It is an excellent portrayal of a personal story of the lead characters in the small Czech town during World War II. My gorilla, has a villa in the zoo…

Side note: While going to Yahoo! to find the links to the movies I mentioned above, I couldn’t help but notice that AI received a 2.8, Pearl Harbor a 3.4 (okay, that’s hard to believe), Planet of the Apes a similar 2.9 and Jurassic Park III a 3.0 in user reviews. Divided We Dall on the other hand received a 4.8! It’s good to see that even though film critics reviews may be as accurate as the glowing Internet stock recommendations from top-tier analysts, there are still people out there who can separate the wheat from the chaff…

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More syndicated blogs and comment counts!

Okay, I decided that it’s time to take down the static content from this page completely and make it completely dynamic and syndicate all the blogs I have onto this page. So now the most recent additions to whatsnew, writings, quotes and reviews will all be right here on the front page to greet you!

Also, thanks to my good friend karenika for helping me add comment counts to the blogs. And as I told her too — I still don’t like perl 😉 It just doesn’t lend itself to good design (okay, I’m bracing myself for the flames on this one…

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Solving Problems

First, it’s late. It’s hot. It’s really muggy and sticky. So sticky that my arms are sticking to the table and the notebook. I’d much rather be sitting in bed with the AC on, but had to get this one out.

I’ve found that I take a very problem oriented approach to everything… to the extent that it often makes me do things which I may not really want to do. I guess this derives from my belief that I am a Human Doing not a Human Being. To me every situation, every circumstance must have a goal. Why I do not know, but that is how it seems to be. Whenever I am presented with a situation, I always seem to try and figure out what I am supposed to do about it. And I find it incredibly frustrating to be presented wit or faced with a situation where I cannot effect a change. Where I cannot do something to make it better or make it go away.

For some things it works well. Bring me a problem and I will try and find a solution. So great, bring me a business problem, bring me a technical problem and chances are that we can together brainstorm some approach that may have the possibility of leading to better situation. Not necessarily the perfect answer each time, but an answer. An action. A strategy. A plan. A goal. A means. But all in all an attempt to try and make the situation better, even though it may be a feeble attempt.

But then there are some problems for which there are no simple answers. Sometimes it’s the little things, the personal things, the things which I do not have any immediate control over. If someone is sick or if someone dies, there is very litle I can say or do in order to rectify such a situation. And in any such circumstances where no direct action on my part can help to improve the situation, the only recourse I seem to have is one of inaction. If someone has cancer, it is beyond my current ability to help solve that problemfor them. However, it is within my ability to listen. But I find it difficult to listen, because when I listen, my instant reaction is to try and think of something that can be done to alleviate the situation. (The examples chosen here are not real. But they get the point across. What I really have in mind is other problems for which I do not have simple answers…)

My desire to always “find an answer” is so strong that I find it frustrates me to the point of making me angry, apathetic and withdrawn — to try and prevent myself from being exposed to the questions and the problems for which I do not have the answers. It is perfectly okay, if I know that I can put in extra effort, work harder, work longer and essentially do something in order to find the answer, but it is those which seem too far out of my reach which are the cause of this intense frustration. Some times, the “if you ignore it long enough, it will go away” syndrome creeps in. I know it when it happens. I can see it, but I can’t get myself to do anything about it… so far.

There are problems and questions which have perplexed the brightest minds, the greatest thinkers for years on end. Not only years, but generations and centuries. So I by no means garner any false perceptions that I am in any way, shape or form going to be able to find answers to some of the problems which have eluded some of the brightest minds. I am not smarter than them.

I guess at some level all of these are choices. Choices, because if I really feel strongly about a cause, an issue, a problem, there is nothing preventing me from going gung-ho over it to try and find a solution or help alleviate the cause. But the single most important factor in making that choice is my level of confidence of whether or not I will be able to make a difference. And just how many things an I make a difference for? Would be cool if I could fork (sorry, geeky term from OS days…) of a clone to go off and devote all it’s energy to the task at hand. But unfortunately, even if human cloning does get to become reality, the sciece fiction concept of cloning is very far from the reality of cloning. The truth is that there is just one me. And my time is limited like everyone elses. And so, I need to make choices. Choices which allow me to maximize what I want to achieve. And in that process the low hanging fruit gets plucked first right? The one at the zenith of the tree, may still be attractive, but if the likelihood is that I would need to spend the rest of my life to get to it, maybe it make more sense to attack only those things that are within your reach so as not to disappoint yourself too much? Does that make any sense at all (not sure, will have to read that again tomorrow to see if it even makes sense to me.)

Oh well. I guess one other thing I’ll mention — completely unrelated though, is that I’m still not completely comfortable posting a daily entry based on the days events and what I’m really thinking. It’s just not that easy to do. Trust is hard to build — and like a good German Shepherd, I can only be friends once the trust is established.

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Eavesdropped!

At Harvard they teach you how to turn on a computer,

At Wharton they teach you how a computer works,

at Carnegie Mellon they teach you how to be the computer.

:Business school joke about CMU, told to me by Paul

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