Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu is a movie about a young, recently laid off archaic and a hairstylist. They go out and get so drunk, they manage to get married.
It’s in Las Vegas . . . so, yeah. The wedding chapel even has a Elvis Presley lookalike. đ
It’s a romantic comedy and there are some funny parts. The funniest part is probably when she encourages him to contact an ex. He ends up in the restaurant bathroom, with her, too uptight to go through with sex with her there, and ends up spraying her with water. He comes out all wet. It was funny.
But I don’t understand the story. I mean, if you ask me what happens, I am not sure I can tell you.
The guy, Rahul, is doesn’t tell his parents he lost his job. He feels like the first failure in the family. He doesn’t tell his parents anything, what they do that irritates him, stuff like that.
The girl helps with that. Okay, yeah, he blows up at his parents during a business dinner and he should have found another way to tell them. But still. He is freer after she comes into his life. He becomes happier with his life.
The girl on the other-hand – she doesn’t change at all. From beginning to end, she is the same girl. She is a quirky hair-stylist, fun-loving, cute, charming. She doesn’t realize the guy’s falling for her, but that’s part of her charm. She is also someone who goes out on the town even when she can’t pay her own rent.
And the ending – I don’t get the ending at all. It is open-ended. They don’t marry, they don’t separate, they just go on being friends. The guy does it in the hope that one day she will see the light and fall in the love with him. The girl? I don’t know.
This movie needs a part two. I usually like open endings, but not in romances.
This ending just wasn’t satisfying. I didn’t like it. If it had been better, the movie would have been okay. Maybe not worth seeing at the movie theater but not bad.
(I like action movies for that. Action movies look really good on a big screen.)
With this ending, I can’t really tell someone they need to see it.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
My Teasers:
It’s difficult not to always be aware of those high walls and the pressure of the water beyond. Difficult to think of the City of Divine Beings as anything other than a disaster waiting to happen. But the Thais are stubborn and have fought to keep their revered city of Krung Thep from drowning. With coal-burning pumps and leveed labor and a deep faith in the visionary leadership of their Chakri Dynasty, they have so far kept at bay that thing which has swallowed New York and Rangoon, Mumbai and New Orleans.
– The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi
Succinctly Yours is a weekly meme by grandma. Of this meme she says:
How low can you go?
Use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words. It doesnât have to be exactly 140, just not more. This one is 140 characters.
I adored the new color on my table and chairs. It provided the only spot of color in the whole room. Maybe red cushions would complete them?
Don’t how it is for other people, but for me, if I don’t write for a while, writing becomes harder and harder to do.
It’s happened before; I go months without writing anything. I tell myself I will do it during summer vacation or next month when I have more time. But it doesn’t happen. Before I know it, the whole year is gone and I have only managed to write a few dozen pages. Not even one whole story.
It’s been a while since that happened. In fact, it hasn’t happened since before I started this blog and for that I am grateful. I think that’s a side effect of having this blog, one I didn’t expect.
I need to write often for it; I write friday flash most weeks; I see what other people are
writing. It’s all very inspiring and helps me to keep working on the WiP. Even when I don’t feel like working on the WiP, it’s easier to force myself write at least a little these days. I think when I work on other pieces, on longer pieces to submit to magazines, all that helps to keep the juices flowing as far the WiP goes.
But still, still I know if I don’t write for a while it will very difficult to start writing again at the end of the month. There is a chance I might not be able to write a damn thing for the next few weeks. It worries me.
There is a good chance I might not get a chance to read anything either, but that doesn’t worry me. I know what the saying is: if you don’t have time to read, you don’t have to write. But sometimes you can’t do both and have to pick one or the other. Reading is easier, of course, in a lot of ways. đ
Writing is hard if I am exhausted or lack focus or if I just don’t have a quiet space to work in.
Even if the muse goes on vacation after a couple weeks of not writing, he will come back (yes, my muse is male). I have no doubts about that, but he might take months to come back to me. It’s worrying.Â
Found this drabble in my files. I only needed to add a couple of lines. đ Enjoy.
The offeringâs chassis was cold. Air barely moved inside the flesh and its little lips were blue. He felt a brief spurt of anger toward the parents; how could they do this? Offerings were not meant to be so small.
He cocooned the babe in layers of air and heated it with his own breath. When it opened blue eyes, he carried it into the clouds.
The elders would know what to do, how to care for it.
The elders told him to reject the offering and leave it where he found it.
He decided to disobey and keep it.
Amazon’s Book Description: A rare book. An ancient code. An all-new novel from the New York Times-bestselling master of passion and the paranormal.
Within the pages of very rare books some centuries old lie the secrets of the paranormal. Abby Radwell’s unusual psychic talent has made her an expert in such volumes-and sometimes taken her into dangerous territory. After a deadly incident in the private library of an obsessive collector, Abby receives a blackmail threat, and rumors swirl that an old alchemical text known as The Key has reappeared on the black market.
Convinced that she needs an investigator who can also play bodyguard, she hires Sam Coppersmith, a specialist in paranormal crystals and amber-“hot rocks.” Passion flares immediately between them, but neither entirely trusts the other. When it comes to dealing with a killer who has paranormal abilities, and a blackmailer who will stop at nothing to obtain an ancient alchemical code, no one is safe.
Copper Beach is the first in a new series. At least, it’s a series I’ve never heard of before. After reading it, I am pretty sure this precedes the Harmony series by the writer’s alter ego: Jayne Castle. Harmony is a different world, one where people emigrated from Earth via a portal. The portal closed at some point. I expect this series will detail these events. đ
Maybe it will even answer the question I posed about Harmony’s marriage traditions here.
The book itself – Copper Beach was engrossing, quick read.
In this book, there are no references to a psi society. I found this odd. I mean, I assumed even pre-Harmony, they must be aware of each other and have some form of leadership. But maybe not.
The male lead, Sam, comes from a family with psi talent. His strength and his siblings’ strength was made stronger by the crystals and amber. Maybe right now, everyone’s talent is weak. Except those who were exposed to the crystals and amber!) That’s what I am assuming anyway. Maybe all the strong talents at Harmony come from the people first exposed to the crystal (i. e. Sam’s family and employees).
Crystal exposure doesn’t explain Abby’s power; her mother is long dead and no one else in her family believes in the paranormal. They event sent her to a school for troubled teens when she accidentally set the house on fire. đ
Abby and Sam are explosive together. They burned up the sheets rather early, I thought, but it made sense in the book so . . . Besides, I enjoyed reading about it. LOL
Sam is an excellent bodyguard; he even has related experience with some agency he refused to name (The Jones from the related Arcane series, maybe?) and he takes good care of her. He foils multiple kidnappers, a burglar and even helps save her stepbrother’s business. (This, despite the evil step-grandmother insisting she get no sure of the family fortune since childhood.)
Favorite scene: The scene where Sam and Abby go to her father’s book-signing and she has to pretend to have the perfect blended family. In truth, she doesn’t care for most of her family and her father and stepmother are heading for a divorce. Apparently the father has a history of marrying useful wives and divorcing them later. Not sure what it says about me, but this scene made me laugh.
The ending was good, too. Not surprising, because you know who the villain is from the first page. Ms. Krentz makes no effort to keep it secret. But it enjoyable all the same. I liked how they got him.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
* Grab your current read
* Open to a random page
* Share two (2) âteaserâ sentences from somewhere on that page
* BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesnât give too much away! You donât want to ruin the book for others!)
* Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
My Teasers:
Ngaw. It shouldn’t exist. Yesterday, it didn’t. Yesterday, not a single stall in Bangkok sold these fruits, and yet now they sit in pyramids, piled all around this grimy woman where she squats on the ground under the partial shading of her tarp.
– The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi
Succinctly Yours is a weekly meme by grandma. Of this meme she says:
How low can you go?
Use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words. It doesnât have to be exactly 140, just not more. This one is 138 characters.
The empty chair mocked him. He sighed, begin cleaning up his desk. Personal papers here, business papers there to give to his replacement.
Based on a dream I had this week. đ
The floor under her trembled with the volume of the music, with the weight of dancing people. Colored lights speckled the air around her, but she stood still. Â
How could he? How could he?
His face gleamed with sweat and he smiled. As if he had all the answers.
Iâm going to do this.
She slipped a manila envelope out of her purse and handed it to him. The music was too loud to say anything. Not there was anything left to say.
Maybe this will free me. Maybe I will feel like the world is full of possibilities again.
Story Treasury 