The name's BOND.. James Bond

"Well, er, I've got this little villa up by Mona Dam James.", her voice hurried."Its got quite a nice spare room looking out over Kingston harbour. And its cool up there. And if you don't mind sharing a bathroom." She blushed. "I'm afraid there is no chaperone, but in Jamaica,people don't mind that sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?" said Bond, teasing her.
" Don't be silly James. You know, Unmarried couples sharing the same house and so on."
James Bond in the full possesion of his senses, with his eyes wide open,his feet flat on the linoleum floor,stuck his head blithely between the mink lined jaws of the trap. He said it and he meant it,"Good night Mary, you are an angel".
At the same time, he knew, deep down,that love from Mary Goodnight, Or from any other woman,was not enough for him. It wuld be like taking 'a room with a view'.For James Bond, the same view would always pall.( Ian Fleming's The man with the Golden Gun)

What is it that makes James Bond an Icon of the 20th century? The guns? The larger than life villains?The women? The cold steely-no emotion resolve? Or the stylish one liners?
Maybe at the end of the day its all about a man who is in total control of his senses, treats women like queens and trash at the very same time, has the licence to kill.. Yet not sure which side he is on.. The good.. or the Bad...
Well for those of you who ain't familair with the man, here are a couple of starters.

*James Bond is the son of a Scottish father, and a Swiss mother. When Bond was 11, both of his parents died in a mountain climbing accident in South france(Chamonix).

* He is a commander in the Royal Navy and works for the British Secret Service, though his identity card says that he works for Universal Exports as a sales manager.

* He is 6 feet tall, 76 Kg, bluish grey eyes, sharp features, and has a 3 inch vertical scar on his left cheek(Sean connery does total justice to Fleming's description)

* He is a hard drinker who prefers a dry martini(shaken,not stirred), an insatiable womanizer and a chain smoker.

James Bond epitomises the ultimate male fantasy. No family, No responsibility, living life on the edge with beautiful women for company, and in between all this, save the world too for a good measure. There is something about shirking responsibilities, blowing up stuff and sleeping around that is appealing to males everywhere.. I love the concept. Breakfast at paris, lunch at monte carlo, kill a baddie for tea, and Tango with the Queen of Monaco for dinner!!

Isn't that what books are all about? i've always believed that rather than "providing knowledge" books make u forget your worries. Its about being what you always wanted to be, going places where you wanted to go, doing things that you could never imagine doing otherwise. At the end of the day i don't give a damn about somebody's opinion about how mystic the world is or how pretty the sunset is(yes.. all kahlil gibran fans.. ears open). Instead I would rather read about a Swashbuckling double agent who saves the world before dinner and blows up half of europe in the process.

Life in the 20th century has been pretty ugly. It still is more or less so. which explains why fantasy has really gotten people hooked on. No wonder the most successful enterprises in literature and entertainment today are related to fantasy and fiction. (The Harry Potter series, the Lord of the rings series, The star wars trilogies etc etc)
i used to tease my friends for reading Harry Potter. because at one point of time I used to believe that books should make u think... I was wrong....

they should make you dream... dream about a Better tomorrow.. and an even better today.

the wolf walks...
into the night.

Deja Vu Contd...

and what did the wolf see... he saw.. A NUN WITHOUT A WATCH...
bad joke eh?... well i have a knack of cracking really lousy jokes at midnight.. or so they say....
Anyways on a more serious note.. i would like to say something about a topic which really gives me goosebumps.. Paranormal activity.
its the same with Paranormal activity and religion.. there are some who blindly accept it, some who blindly reject it, and a few others who walk the tightrope in between. I for one chose the tightrope... simply because.. i like to play safe.. heh heh.
back in the 90's( so cool to say it na?) there was an awesome show on TV called as the X-FILES... slick editing, an eerie soundtrack, great special effects and a picture perfect casting ensured that the whole of the country was glued... i was.. and how!. i developed an interest in the paranormal... aliens,sector 17 roswell crash, vampires, werewolves and what not... the more i read about it.. the stories seemed more and more convincing... SO HOW MUCH OF IT IS TRUE??... and how much should we believe..
the following are my postulates: -
1. I don't know what happens to people after their death. Maybe they take on a new life as an Arizona jackrabbit or maybe the spirit wanders on.. i don't know. I will.. but when i do know... don't think will be an a position to blog.. So as long as that is the case, i'll walk the rope.
2. Aliens... believer... and why?.. cos there are a million galaxies.. and each with a million planets.... i believe in permutations, combinations and probability. Hence i believe.
3. Aliens attackin??.. u got to be kiddin me... bull..
4. werewolves.. heh heh.. wud like to believe.. somethin about the half man, half wolf thing that really gets the testosteorone going!.. and hello.. Wolf remember?
5. Vampires.. If u mean humans suckin the life outta others.. there could be a long list starting with Mr Bush and ending with a very nice professor of mine.... but seriously the whole garlic coffin thing?... nope...
i just cited a few examples to make my standpoint clear. i would like to believe all of it.. simply because i am a dreamer.. i like fantasy.. i like myths.. i like mystery...
if the power fails on a stormy night.. yes.. i think twice before getting out of bed... and when i see the chair rockin... i don't always blame the wind...
and for all u know guys... i might not be kidding about me being the wolf...
on that note... its time for me to leave...
the wolf walks.. into the night...

Deja Vu

with 14 days of holidays to boot.. i really don't have anything much to do other than sleeping, watching television(the endless tirade of boring channels.. never ends.. i can never stop either..), or doing both at the same time. Skipping through, the trailer of the movie Deja Vu caught my eye. It wasn't the Movie which attracted me.. it was the title..
wht is Deja Vu??
the term "déjà vu" (French for "already seen", also called paramnesia) describes the experience of feeling that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. The term was coined by a French psychic researcher, Émile Boirac (1851–1917) in his book L'Avenir des sciences psychiques (The Future of Psychic Sciences), which expanded upon an essay he wrote while an undergraduate French concentrator at the University of Chicago. The experience of déjà vu is usually accompanied by a compelling sense of familiarity, and also a sense of "eerieness", "strangeness", or "weirdness". The "previous" experience is most frequently attributed to a dream, although in some cases there is a firm sense that the experience "genuinely happened" in the past. Déjà vu has been described as "Remembering the future".(wikipedia)
All of us have had a sense of Deja Vu. It could be the little girl u saw at the railway station,the drooling old woman with the cancerous jaw, the e-mail with the Id abt which u dreamed, or even the sessional marks for the current semester. We feel as though it happened in the past. it sometimes strange, even scary. I'll tell you something which i felt as a very stong feeling of Deja Vu.
i used to go for tutions for science subjects during my high school days. every day morning i used to wake up, attend the classes half asleep and go to school. One morning i remember dreaming about walkin a straight long road by the side of a meadow. i'm walkin and walkin.. and some one calls out to me for the time.. pretty normal dream right?
there is a long stretch of road from sreekariyam junction to my school. in the wee hours of the morning(let's say 8 o clock.. not exactly wee hrs!).. the road is pretty much deserted.. i am walkin. i see this nun walkin on the opposite side. i crossed her and walked about five feet.. when i heard this voice call out to me.. what's the time...
I TURNED... and u wudn't believe wht the wolf saw...

to be contd..