Star Trek Movies Rewatching Done

It took me a while, longer than I thought I would take but I did finish my rewatching of the entire collection of Star Trek movies which is something I do every 2 years. This year with Star Trek Beyond being released (I have watched it once in the theatre and once at home on dvd) I knew I just had to. So a few weeks ago I sat back and watched Star Trek 2009, Star Trek Into Darkness and Beyond for the second time. Then I made up my mind to watch the 10 movies from the original timeline / prime timeline back to back in order.

It took me a long time as initially I planned to only watch them on the weekends. I started on December 8th with The Motion Picture and slowly worked my way through and infact I only watched Star Trek Nemesis, the last movie in the list after midnight on New Year’s Eve but I am counting that as a win. So I guess I am good till 2018. Well actually I might watch them again, perhaps not all of them in order back to back, but some of them sometime this year.

Why? Because it’s Star Trek and I love it.

Sweet Sixteen

Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen. If you haven’t yet hit sixteen, tell us about the person you want to be at sixteen.

Ah, 16. I think I was still quite innocent and naive. I was a doe in the headlights – ok no, not that innocent. But I guess I was an eager to please, loving and friendly guy who just wanted to get through the things that were in front of him and do well. I had no idea what was in store for me and I wasn’t prepared. I was also very, highly influenced by peer pressure.

Back in the 80s and 90s and uptil the 90s we had school till 10th grade and you did your 11th & 12th in a college as only some schools had 11th & 12th grade. I did the same and was initially happy that I would no longer have to wear a school uniform and could be all cool and stuff. But my studies would suffer as I chose the wrong majors – I should have gone with Economics or Commerce but I was stupid and chose Engineering Science, so I could join my immediately older cousins in engineering college. It was a dumb choice and I should have listened to reason. Anyway I joined and I made a few friends, none of who I was friends with a few years later and who I haven’t seen since I was 20.

I would fall in love, hard, well atleast that last a few years and was my first sexual experience (that would not until a couple of years later though) and little did I know it but I was bound for pain, heartbreak and my life would never be the same again. The end of innocence was nearby in just a couple of years. I miss the ole Rosh who was the teenaged dreamer. He was a great kid just got on the wrong path.

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Musical Tastes

What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?

When I was younger I guess the first music I remember listening and liking a lot is ABBA and Boney M. For years afterwards, like from age 15 till maybe 35, I felt like that music was too simple and cheesy and probably did not fit in with the kind of music that I wanted to listen to. Maybe even a bit kiddish. Now though I love them and ABBA’s songs especially seems so much more better.

Then it was Duran Duran, Culture Club, Bee Gees, Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5. Heavy emphasis on MJ. He was the first artist that I discovered on my own and started to really get into at the age of 7 or 8. I think MJ was my favourite singer/artist until I got into hard rock. Which started at the age of 10 when I first heard Bon Jovi & Europe.

How has this affected my musical tastes? Nothing other than I appreciate all kinds of good music (except repetitive dance music, processed pop music, rap n hip-hop and most Indian film stuff) and especially love the older stuff.

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Memories For Sale

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

Hmmm, I am thinking what childhood item I can think of that I could place in here. If I were to be far from home and rummaging through a garage sale idly, not really looking for anything in particular but just browsing without an aim in sight. My teddy bear from when I was 4 years old or so? My Atari? My Knight Rider car model?

I had a musical electronic watch I liked a lot and a Lion head belt that made a lot of sounds as well as some toy guys. I really have no sentimental attachment to them. I had more connections with my cats and my dog. I wish I could have them again. Maybe some music and movies/tv shows but not much for toys or other stuff. Except for my Star Trek models but those I started collecting just last year.

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The beach is always an interesting place. I have only good, fond memories of the beach and I get a feeling of nostalgia about the beach as the last time I’ve been to one was back in 2008. And before that in 2002. In 2002 I used to live in Calicut and my friends/colleagues and I would go often to the beach even on weekdays. We’d spend hours there sitting near the sand, talking about stuff and enjoying simple snacks and fruits that the vendors had on carts nearby. Those were simple fun times back when we didn’t have much money.

Before that and even now the beach meant Fort Kochi beach which is near to my ancestral home (in Mattancherry). My cousins and I would go to the beach and play in the waters. We’d play Frisbee on the beach. The beach also meant excellent fried fish and later on in life, beer. Kovalam beach is a place I’ve been to twice. They also have a separate beach for the foreigners, women who like to sunbath topless. Yahoo! That was a sight for a 17 year old! Trivandrum beach is also good and again when my cousins and I could go there, playing frisbee on the sand was a lot of fun when you are kids.

The beach in Kuwait was also one that I liked to go. The beach there meant me, sis, my parents, my uncle and aunt and my cousin sister spending an evening there and then going for a meal at KFC or getting shawarma and khuboos and hummus at a local place. Good times.

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That Ended

Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time, did you go from the giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion, to deep respect, esteem, and friendship? Tell us about your love story.

I’m thinking about my first real relationship that last from 1993-1998. It was deep, it was passionate, it was all consuming. It was everything I thought it would be for a while until it wasn’t. She was my world, occupying my hours and my thoughts for the longest time, until the pleasure and happiness wasn’t there and misery and sadness took over.

I was 16 when we first met, she a year younger than me but in the same class as me. At first she didn’t return my affections and said we should just stay friends. Also there was another guy in love with her who she knew from  her previous school and she was torn. I eventually won her heart but being a friend, being loyal and being true and I was ecstatic. We talked for hours and hours. I dreamed of her, dreamed of a time when we we’d be older and married and living together with a cat and a dog and making a family. It was intense. We shared kisses and eventually things got more physical after we turned 18. I thought that this was it. Unfortunately things didn’t turn out that way.

There were problems, deep emotional and psychological ones that have been in her family since she was little. I was too young to recognize the fact that she liked loving me as much as she liked hurting me. And I don’t mean in the physical way but emotionally. One day she could be mean and cold for no reason and the next loving and compassionate. She couldn’t live without me but she also could. We had an on-off relationship for a while until things were not there anymore. I would lie in my bed and wonder for hours what I could do. Little did I know of the abuse that she and her mother had gone through occasionally and that is what she knew and what she felt. She began to withdraw and the end was near, no matter how much I denied it.

I was 22 and still holding on to her because I didn’t know what I could do without her. I finally realized that this was going no where and I had to let go. Things became easier because she was moving to Mumbai for higher studies and her family was following her soon. The decision was made easier for me, we didn’t have cellphones the way we would have it later. So I said a sad and angry goodbye through a payphone and the biggest chapter of my life at that moment came to close. At times I still do think about those days and how happy she made me for a while and I have never been able to experience quite the same thing again, even if I have been in a couple of relationships since then. It may never happen for me.

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Can I Tell Ya A Secret?

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

A secret, a secret. Hmmm? I am pretty open about a lot of things. Let me see. Oh yes! When I was 16 I was offered to act in a commercial!

Yes, I know. Shocking! This fat ole ugly mug was asked to be in a commercial. At that time cable tv was in it’s toddler age in India and there was like one or two local channels. This guy who was in the same college as me (I was in pre-degree which is 11th & 12 th grade but in a college, which was the norm untile about 15 years ago) had an uncle who was a film and ad maker and he was shooting commercials for various local brands at the time. And this collegemate of mine asked me if I wanted to be in either a) a food commercial or b) a jean and casual shirts store commercial.

I was not gonna get it anyway but this guy was a friend and he wanted friends of his from school & college to be in the ads as he could get his uncle to be persuaded. But I said no cause I was even back then (and still am but back then I wasn’t as fat as I am now) very self-conscious of the way I looked. So fickle fame passed me by, LOL! Lame secret I know but that’s all I can remember at the top of my sleepy brain at the moment.

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If I Could Turn Back Time

If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?

Ah to get back to being 15 again. That was a good year to be alive. I would like to go back to 1991-92 oh such a wonderful memories I have of that time of my life. To be that young again and to be so full of wonder and the promise of a full life ahead of me. Back then I even thought that I could be a singer in a world famous rock band (hahahahahahahaha ah silly me)!

28-29 was a good time of my life. Not financially great but I really did enjoy what I was doing at the time. I made a lot of friends at this point and I was happier I guess and certainly more outgoing. That was a good time too. Just over 10 years ago. Hmmm, how things do change.

But the real joyful time is to be a young kid again. Ages 5-12. Ah what a carefree existence I had. No worries (other than missing that special cartoon or tv show) and having fun with my friends after school and during the holidays with my cousins. Playing games, playing football and cricket and board games till late in the night. Special memories of a life that will never come back again.

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