What else to do

Further on from the post in which Rachna and I decided what else to do in life, here goes more:

1) Complete the BBC Big 200 read
2) Watch the IMDB top 250
3) Own the Wisden collection of all almanacs since 1864


Forgot the rest, will keep updating as and when I find more things :D

The destruction of the anklet

To destroy the anklet, it is necessary to take it to the barycentre (i.e. centre of mass) of the binary system in Galaxy Anachromanta. When brought to that particular point at a particular time, the anklet will glow and tell how it is to be destroyed. So our hero now sits on a ray of light and travels on to the binary system. On the way, he encounters the beautiful mermaids of Havanta, with one of whom he begets a talking tadpole.

I almost forgot

All flash backs in the movie will entail all the characters entering a time machine and then being transported into the past. There will be no reminiscences.

The Movie (further continued)

Upon discussions with Saksham, the following elements should be included:

1) In the scene when Suri's head is being goaled, the goalkeeper catches the ball, finds that it is a head, and then throws it into the goal in fear, thus a self goal.

2) How do we show Prof. Moriarty seeing in wavelengths? Actually, we see dashed lines coming towards Prof. M's eyes (in colors, so that the viewer can understand), with numbers written on it. Bith views should be visible - what the villain sees, and what Prof. M. sees.

3) There will be a scene in which a soldier will have to put the flag of India on the top of a mountain peak. But villain soldiers will be after him, and the soldier will be dodging bullets, and simultaneously putting the flag up (idea - what about a song here, the hero is actually snake dancing). Finally, he gets the flag up, upon which the goons, suddenly realising the futility of life now that the Indian flag is up, shoot themselves.

4) Sherlock Holmes and Shaktimaan are the same persons.

This is going to hurt just a little bit

The original poem by Ogden Nash can be read here.

Now, in a sudden flash of inspiration (or zealous zest), I decided to go to the dentist for a check up. Here is a description:

(Me, lying down, in what is considered in normal circumstances as a compromising position), with a masked gentleman peering into my mouth with a mirror and a spatula.

M.G.: You have (tapping teeth with spatula) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... yes, 9

Me: Surely... 32 is the norm in most biped superevolved beings

M.G.: Oh no, I was refering to cavities

Me: Cavities? You mean those holes, empty spaces of null and voidness where exist the cartoonish microbes of the toothpaste advertisements. Surely I, who take good care of those 32 white horses on a red hill that stamp, chomp and then stand still, cannot be home to those!!

M.G.: Er...umm... you need fillings.

Me: Okie dokie.

(Time - The aforementioned interview + 3 days)

I am at the dentists again, once again in a similar compromising position, with 3 people around me this time. Oh, the dentist has a fractured hand.

Spatula in my mouth, and mirror in hand:

(Peering into my mouth... I would not do that for any amount of money, but then again, it takes all sorts in this world)

M.G. (He is still masked, remember?): Hmm... your tongue moves

Me: Er... basic requirement of speech

M.G.: Well, it moves involuntarily, by default. You might want to consider... er... not moving it, perhaps.

(2 minutes hence).

M.G.: (Frustration in voice) Never mind.

(Calls assisstant) - Hold his tongue on that side with the spatula - Not THIS side, THAT side - THERE. Left for me, Right for you. Yes, yes, that is it

Starts drilling... I cannot figure it out, why does he have to drill a hole and then fill it, I mean, didn't the hole already exist in the cavity (I know why now... so do not pull out the daggers)

M.G.: Your tongue moves a lot

M.G.: (5 min later): There, what do you think now?

Me: aargh... uggh... oww... lhyysss.... and other sounds unknown to exist previously to humanity

M.G.: Oh sorry... Ramesh, spatula nikal do (take the spatula out)

Me: So, aah... the mouth feels so empty now, nothing sticking into it (yes, I know what you filthy minds are thinking... :D)

M.G.: So lets fill them now - 5 min later - My hand hurts, and your tongue moves too much... 10 min later - Ah... done...

(Mutters to himself - Another session with this boy, and I am doomed. He and his tongue... a pyrric filling, I guess)

Me: So how much do I owe you?

M.G.: 800/- per filling, so 2400/-


Now, I ask all of you... was Ogden nash not the soundest man known to all?