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All covered up

In a time of covers, these two stand out 🙂 Watch out for the banjo flourish on “Material Girl”.

“Beat It” is just MJ gone reggae.

 

 

Skinned knees, kicked shins and hurting ribs

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Udayavani newspaper circa 1996 – Our team – St. Aloysius, Mangalore – when we qualified for the state levels

That’s what you get from a couple of hours of intense football. The weekly football sessions at the Decathlon ground in Sarjapur are a good way to close the week, but the after effects are there for all to see. Playing as the goalkeeper and then the sweeper, I managed to ram into a forward who was trying to get a goal through and ended up kicking me in the chest.

This was followed by a diving save that saw me skin both my knees. And the blood flowed on my gloves too as I tried to stem it in between the game. The final bruising came in the form of my shins kicked by the defenders as I played a sweeper with a couple of runs to the opponents box. Managed to assist and slip in a goal, but hell the bruising really hurt this time.

The Decathlon ground is a good five a side field where football matches are intense and well fought. Preparing for the corporate football tournament in April we are trying to cram in as many training hours as possible with quite a decent team of players. I have to brush up my goalkeeping skills, last displayed more than 15 years back at the state level. It’s hard after such a long break where the only games you played in between have been the beach football matches with cousins in Mangalore.

So here’s to the next round coming up this weekend. Ouch! but hell yeah!

Oothappam veno penne bonda veno

One long word – hahahahahahahahahahahaha

From da Projects to the Block

Watched Attack the Block. Loved every moment of it and at the start the movie did push me a bit back to ‘The Wire‘ marathon that had gone on over the last couple of months in my single room cell. Attack the Block

Attack the Block takes place in the British housing blocks that form a cesspool of crime and other nocturnal activities that offend our prim and propah sensibilities. These areas are the same no matter where you are. The Wire reflected a similar locale that turned the very American dream on its head, not that there is much dreaming happening in the States nowadays.

The Block is a joy ride from the word go. The unlikely heroes of this piece are a bunch of muggers who then take their victim under their wing and set out to rid their block of the space vermins. Irony personified, the movie has its share of cheeky comments that would have film study critics deconstructing the very essence of the film. But fuck the film critics, though they have loved the movie… This movie is fun and the characters are natural as they come in all their dark humour and Brit banter.

I personally loved the two little young ‘uns who go about trying to emulate the boys in the hood and do manage to subdue one of the aliens in hilarious fashion. They do know how to handle their ‘Christmas gifts’. The aliens are ugly as usual, but I can’t say that for the rest of the cast.

Moses, the protagonist, proves to be the chosen one  who takes the fight to the aliens and rescues his block, in line with his namesake from the Old Testament. John Boyega, who takes on this part, is impressive in his first feature film and I am sure there’s a lot more in store for this kid. attack the block

As if the aliens were not enough to contend with, you have drug kingpins and cops out to get Moses and his gang of wannabe gangsta’s and in this mish-mash of action a hilarious platform is built as the team jumps from one peril to the next.

Brit Cinema is taking things to the next level and it won’t be long before they invade America’s hallowed sci-fi genre. Directors like Joe Cornish are proving that there’s more to Brit cinema than pompous old farts having their evening tarts in trays wheeled in on silver carts. Love it Britain… keep it coming.

And Hollywood, you try and remake this movie… I will personally ensure that you get yourself insured. This is Britains Block.

Dexter, Dexter… and more Dexter Morgan

I am on a Dexter trip – that TV series that puts the blood into bloodbath. Dexter Morgan Season 4Courtesy a generous ‘long-lost’ friend, the fourth season of Dexter was something I was looking forward to ever since I heard that it beat the living daylights out of Season 3. Not that Season 3 was bad… maybe it was slightly muted compared to the high tension of the first two seasons, but what the hell considering Dexter‘s high standards, it makes ‘Lost’ go hide in whatever black hole the island generates out there. Not that I hated ‘Lost’, but hey you get the point.

Michael C. Hall is now doing double duty as Executive Producer and lead character and after going through half of the fourth season I must say that one of the most intense cat and mouse sequences are in motion with Dexter facing off with the Trinity Killer played by the ever impressive John Lithgow. Lithgow is one of those actors who can crack you with his ironic humour and scare you with his maniacal intensity which can go outright campy as in Cliffhanger or downright creepy as in Dexter and Raising Cain.

As I type this out, Season 5 is well in progress. Here’s to Dexter Morgan. Go slice them Dex.

R.I.P Wilfy Rebimbus

I missed something I had added to my checklist subconsciously a long time back. I know attending a Wilfy Rebimbus concert was one of those ‘things you do before you die’ pointers that had to be there on any Mangaloreans list. If only I had known.Wilfy Rebimbus

For the uninformed (i.e. all non-mangaloreans) Wilfy Rebimbus (Konkan Kogul) was a giant of Konkani culture in the entire Konkani belt of the west coast of India. He was a Konkani singer who’s rich voice filled the homes of families through LPs or cassette players on humid evenings in Mangalore. My introduction to Wilfy’s songs were through the bands playing covers during fancy fetes or through the recordings that were played during any Konkani function in the family or community. He had a rich voice and was revered among all, even the present generation.

We will miss you Wilfy. We will miss those famous ‘Wilfy Nites’ that were organized for years in Mangalore and around. Your tryst with Mangalore brought in a melodious flow that cooled the otherwise warm coastal breeze. Take a bow Wilfy… if ever there was a decent human being who deserved to reach out higher, it was you.