"evil notes"

"nair notes" has now become "evil notes"...

The Thomas Crown Affair

It was the movie that gave a whole new meaning to the chess term ‘Mate’: Norman Jewison’s The Thomas Crown Affair, released in 1968, in which Steve McQueen played the millionaire art thief of the film’s title and Faye Dunaway - fresh from her career-launching triumph with Bonnie & Clyde - played the investigator who is determined to outwit him but ends up falling in love with him.Using split-screen and all kinds of other sixties visual trickery, the film climaxed (for once, exactly the right word) with the most famous chess game in Hollywood history, in which McQueen and Dunaway faced up across a chessboard in a game whose subtext - and, for most of the time, whose only text - could be summed up in three letters: S-E-X.

Thirty years on, Dunaway is back in a remake of The Thomas Crown Affair. But this time she plays a psychiatrist - that is exactly how she is billed: not with a name but simply as ‘The Psychiatrist’ - who is treating 1999’s Thomas Crown, played by James Bond star Pierce Brosnan. Moreover, it was Brosnan who developed the project, then took it to United Artists, the studio behind the Bond movies, under his own Irish DreamTime banner.

Thomas Crown is a self-made billionaire who can buy anything he wants and is irresistible to women. But there are some things that money can't buy. Thomas Crown has run out of challenges. When an alarm sounds at a world class museum and someone walks out with a priceless Monet, Crown is the last person the New York police suspect. But one person suspects him: Catherine Banning , the brilliant female investigator hired to retrieve the painting no matter what it takes. Catherine loves the chase as much as he does and she's on to his game. Crown has found his challenge. Two can play, but only one can win.

Rating: 4/5 (A Must See Movie)

Knock...Knock...

Adarsh tagged me with 55 word story tag. So, here goes nair with his story...

End of the human race was not far ahead. I and my friend Thomas Moore were the only humans left on the Earth. One fine day, without telling me Thomas disappeared. I found his corpse in the nearby lake. I was sitting all alone in my room. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door…

That's my story, as you see. And I pass on this tag to Diane Dixon, Kota Chandan and Sulee.

Being selfish...!!!

Sometimes I wish, if I would have been "selfish" then, for me, the life wouldn't have been that difficult.

Why I am not as selfish as others? Why?

I have got no time for myself. My precious "time" is for others to spend. Why is it so?

Always caring for and helping others and sometimes jeopardising my own interest. That's me...!

"Live your life for yourselves", says Thomas Moore. But this simple task (simple for rest of the world) has proved to be an impossible one, atleast for me.

But I understand myself better than anyone else. I am aware that, I won't be able to pursue...being selfish.

For me, "Being selfish" is too hard...god damn hard.

I tried so hard and got so far. But in the end, it doesn't even matter. What matters is...still...I am what, what I am...

Goodness in "nair notes"

Goodness everywhere, in everyword of "nair notes". Here is the proof...

A Dream

NH-6...Long dark roads lay ahead of me like a python. Sometimes straight, sometimes intersecting at some point. "Is this any sort of Snake & Ladder game" I thought. The sky was also dark with no stars...and...where is the moon? Something was wrong somewhere. Roads were lit with dim street lights as if someone has dimned it with a purpose. "Run Srikant...Run", these words kept following me where ever I went. Some kind of invisible force was driving me, pushing hard, through the dark roads. I was terrified, not knowing what the hell lay behind me. I didn't dare to look back as if the dark roads will, at some point, turn into a real python and eat me.

I saw some one following me...I ran hard. I summoned all my strength and dared to look back for once. It was...my shadow. I kept praying to the Almighty to save me, but at that moment everything seemed to be failing. By that time my confidence level had already gone down to the earth. I kept running hard...breathing very fast. As I was running again I saw someone, but this time I was sure that I am not the only one that's running. I saw a figure with set of dark black eyes following me. I could not recognise who he was. OR Whether he is "he" or "she"? I don't know...

Wait...I know him...he is... BEEP BEEP BEEP...

That was the sound of my alarm clock. I jumped on my bed. It took some seconds to realize that, I was dreaming.

Whom did I see in my dream? Whomsoever it may be, I may never know again...!!!

A Journey

Only thing which happens weekly in a week is the coming of a weekend. Yet another Saturday has come. I was in Cochin (Queen of Arabian Sea) trying to somehow complete my intership and get out of that place. Life was goin on with the same pace of a snail...boring... Nothing new was happening around.

After accumulating all the tiredness for a week I was heading towards my hometown "Kottayam" for taking little rest. Though the journey from Cochin to Kottayam was only of one and a half hrs but travelling with fatigue made it more exhausting. I took the ticket for Rs. 29 for the 2nd class General compartment. It seemed that I pre-decided to take the risk of violating the law of travelling in a Sleeper Class without proper ticket. I thought "If I get caught then....need not worry now...I'll handle it". Unexpectedly, the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) came. No time to run away, no time even to think of an excuse. I was traped...in a trap trip I can grip, never thought I would be the one who slip. But I started to realize that, atleast for this time, I'm gone.

He was one Mr. Sivashankaran, a middle-aged malayali, who looked like a Devil wearing black coat and a badge of TTE, Indian Railways. He asked me for the ticket. I was happy (in a negative sense) to had it over to him with my own hands, which were shivering out of fear. He started scolding me. Fellow passengers were looking at me. I was feeling embarrassed. "Give me Rs. 50" he demanded. Without even uttering a word I took out the money and placed it before him. "Such a nice law abiding citizen", I thought of myself. He, the TTE, sat there with my ticket in one hand and the money in the other. "Tear it up....tear the receipt, give it to me and for heavens sake just leave me. I wont repeat it again" I mumbled. He gave me back my ticket and money and without even looking at me, he left. "What is happening here? Am I dreaming...he just left me free...Oh God! Thanx" I was wondering and recollecting all the events and trying to answer only one question...Why did he leave me?

Remember, in my last post I said that, there resides a poet in me. That poet woke up and sensed the situation thereby reminding me of Metallica's "Whiskey in the Jar". These are some of those lines:

"As I was going over,

Vaikom and Piravom stations,

I saw Mr. Sivasankaran, everyones ticket he was checking.

I first produced my ticket and then produced my money.

He said, "Pay Rs. 50, or the police he may take ya!"

I took an oath, never to break the law when I am aware of it. After all I am a "Lawman" not a "Layman". Just because I didnot argue with him and did what he expected, mostly unexpecting, me to do...he left me free. He was a nice fellow...a good homo sapien instead of being an TTE...!!!