Its the first anniversary of The Asian Tsunami. I join the whole world in mourning the destruction caused my mother nature. R.I.P all those who passed on 26th Dec 2004
P.S. For my Tsunami poem/song visit this
All bets are off for Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson, whose film debut should get him laughed out of show business. Based on his own trumped-up autobiography, "Get Rich or Die Tryin' " is a disaster on all levels.
The greatest liability is Jackson himself, whose face is as inexpressive as his mumbled lines. The script, hobbling from one narrative inconsistency to the next, runs a close second. Together with cinematographer Declan Quinn, Irish director Jim Sheridan has created an imitation of black urban life that is even less credible than Jackson's poetic gifts.
The story begins with a botched robbery that is followed by, though not connected to, the shooting of gang leader Marcus (Curtis Jackson). As he lies bleeding in the street, his life flashes back across the screen. It is the standard rap sheet: no father, mother deals drugs to feed family, she is murdered, he takes over the family business, discovers his inner soul in prison, and, when trying to break gangsta ties to become a rapper, is threatened by former colleagues.
The cliches are piled on, and when the story catches up to its opening, it is with boredom and despair that we learn Marcus has survived the nine bullets, and another half hour must pass before the movie ends.
The supporting characters are less than stereotypes. Bama (Terrence Howard) is introduced as a trigger-happy killer but turns out to be the good guy. One of the movie's most ludicrous scenes has him saving Marcus' life during a pretentiously posed shower scene in which assailants and victims slip around on soap while knives flash in the steam.
As drug kingpin Levar, Bill Duke is trapped in an execrable Brando / "Godfather" imitation, and the costume department only managed to come up with one wig for Viola Davis to wear throughout her 20-year term as Marcus' grandma.
Even the soundtrack lacks flavor. 50 Cent is as dull in the studio as Curtis Jackson is on the screen. If rap is going to survive, there is some weeding out to be done.
My advice to Mr. Jackson: "Get Real or Get Lost."
"Yes Vikram....I'm completely amazed that a donkey has been successfully born with 4 heads. It looks very awkward and is attracting a lot of people to Periyapatti. The entire village is shocked...They have never seen this before"Of course the Indian public idiots watch such trash. Only numbskulls like the reporter will go all the way to capture this on camera. Who cares if a donkey with 4 heads or 4 d... eh..ok..bottomline WE DONT CALL THIS S**T BREAKING NEWS. And other news like when somebody is greiving the loss of a loved one, they put a mic in their face and ask them "How do u feel?" What kind of a f***ing answer do they expect? "I'm feeling great."? I'm gonna sue them on account of "anxiety attacks due to graphic images shown","instilling fear by showing blood and gore in the name of journalism while covering bomb attacks". No more blood on News Channels. Period. Leave that to the movies.
Feb 22, 2002
"Dear Diary,
This was one of the best days of my life. As usual, I wasted my time in the morning sifting through the pics on my comp. As I started from home by 4, I awaited the final moment of my school life. If two years of schooling in Anna Univ campus was fun, the finale ended with a bang. The farewell was not as emotional as P spoke abt. Afterall I was going to be a free bird. But just the sight of those chicks in saree. "Where were the sarees till now?" was the first thing that crossed my mind. But the sight of the twins revealing 50% of themselves had all the guys with their mouth open. I saw S for one last time and man was she stunning. H & R were fabulous too. Anyways, I'll cherish and remember these two years and have the pics of the chicks to revive me when I'm down. Just wonder if I am destined to be such a prick."
Feb 23,2002
"Dear Diary,
Today was the day I started studying. ONly few days left for the exams. I got the photos of the farewell. Some were ok some were bad. I looked awful in most of them. Thinking about my weight, I really dont care. I want people to see me for who I am and not how I look. I really have no clue as to where I'm going. Dont know where life's going to lead me to."
Feb 24,2002
"Dear Diary,
Its been another bullshit day for me. I've tried cramming and it never works. Hope some miracle happens and in a weeks time I can learn everything from scratch. Hmmm. Funny that rock stars get to spit out their minds on radio! When will a common guy like me get to do so?"
Feb 25,2002
"Dear Diary,
As on everyday, I was browsing early morning pretending to be studying. Watched TV after that till 3. Why do I get distracted so easily? Is it the wicked side of me or just some kinda complex that I'm not able to do what I want to. Being forced to study and cram. Why am I being such a rebel? Guess I'm not good enough to fit in this f***ing society where formalities and commitments form the basis of human relationship. Started getting dreams of S from a fantasy I read on the net. When my mind is taken into a rat's body, I think I'll turn into the rat who's the sex maniac. But that wont happen. Funny that T , R & co are such s**ts."
Feb 26,2002
"Dear Diary,
Today was the day of soul searching after I learnt that I had performed the worst among the friends. Getting 95 on 150 without studying wasn't a big deal. Anyways, one day I'll be famous. Maybe a pop star or movie actor or maybe a software, net hacker or a businesman. Hope studies and marks in school and college dont form the criteria of success in life. I'll be a loser then. I'm even thinking of becoming a journalist. At this rate, I may end up in tihar jail on charges of fraud or robbery or copyright infringement."
Feb 27, 2002
"Dear Diary,
The damned VHP must be shot down like them nazis. Can't they cherish the fact that we are a secular country? I wanna stay out of all this shit and enjoy life. I was listening to eminem again today. He can never be compared with anyone rite now. Started getting serious on the studies front. I hope I perform well in the main subjects. Dont know why I'm not determined enough. Kept getting S back on my mind. Man!! What a pair! Dont know where my dream girl will be."
Feb 28,2002
"Dear Diary,
Just two days to go before I get my ass kicked bigtime. This is the most unprepared moment of my entire life. I should not have wasted so much time on porn and tv. Now only two days left. Can't belive even VK is getting better marks than me. Well if only I was as hardworking as him. Hope I can maintain a check on my waistline. Gonna be a major problem otherwise. I've almost decided. Its gonna be the movies for me. My future lies somewhere on the big screen. Not been able to listen to eminem because of constant irritation from my parents to study. S keeps coming in her bikini and before I blink, poof! She's gone. I'm running against time!"
March 1,2002
"Dear Diary,
Ok! So one more day to go. Hope I keep writing this diary even after today. I'm gearing up for the ultimate challenge I have faced upto now. All the 11 years of my school life have come down to this. Its either now or never. And thinking about how I'm gonna look in a crowd of thousands taking up this exams, everyone at the centre is gonna make fun at me. Hah! But one day I'll have my revenge. Lets see who's gonna have the last laugh"
Feb 19,2002
"Dear Diary,
At last I have started to write a diary. I hope to continue to write it everyday. Anyways, lets see, just 10 more days for my exams to begin. Its going to be a heck of a journey.
I keep getting these dreams now and then. Mainly about girls. But in particular S. Dont know what's happening to me. There is also this weird dream I had of being carried by many people after my first movie became a superhit. Well, If I do become a superstar, I will preserve this diary to show the world. I tried accessing hacking sites again. I've become addicted I think or is just the thought of destroying someone else' personal info. I really dont know."
Feb 20,2002
"Dear Diary,
Strange things happened today. I can't get the pics out of my mind. The ones I saw from the site. I'm not able to control myself from seeing those pics. Always reminded me of S. I know she will never be my girlfriend but I guess these are just teenage crushes I'll never forget.
I'm still waiting for the woman of my life. Guess its a long way to go. What difference does a girl make in a man's life? Just one of the questions still left unanswered"
Feb 21,2002
"Dear Diary,
Tommorow is a big day. If at all I do get to meet the girls, GOD please give me the courage to not stray with my thoughts. After all which girl would like me? Just a big fat nosey parker. Who would I influence? I dont think I deserve to attend a farewell party where friends get emotional. Some friends I will miss all my life. Others I wish I forget them as soon as I can.
Assholes like D,P and M will one day hear from me. I hope I become somebody in my lifetime than being a nobody. There is a dream. One day one will go to his highest spirits that success will start becoming bitter to him!"