In this post, I would like to share with you all one of my most favourite movies - City Lights by Charlie Chaplin. I consider City Lights to be the best movie of Charlie Chaplin. You can have a look at the following links to know more about the movie:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_Lights
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0021749/
City Lights is really sweet, funny, touching, and soul-enriching. A must watch for all!
I have uploaded the movie onto Rapidshare. The links are given below:
http://rapidshare.com/files/437819774/CC-City_Lights.avi.001
http://rapidshare.com/files/437819821/CC-City_Lights.avi.002
http://rapidshare.com/files/437819879/CC-City_Lights.avi.003
http://rapidshare.com/files/437819936/CC-City_Lights.avi.004
http://rapidshare.com/files/437822785/CC-City_Lights.avi.005
http://rapidshare.com/files/437822668/CC-City_Lights.avi.006
Friday, December 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Charlie Chaplin's Gold Rush
I am not a great connoisseur of movies, but do enjoy animations and the humorous one. I am a great fan of Charlie Chaplin, and have been collecting his movies for quite some time now. I however, like his full-length productions, not the slapstick episodes. My all time favourite is City Lights. I feel I have garnered quite a big and good collection, but one - Gold Rush - was missing! Alas! Till now, that is.
Quite a few of my friends do know about my obsession with Charlie Chaplin. I remember Siddhartha had once requested me to get Gold Rush for him. He used to enjoy Chaplin's movies, and we along with many other friends have spent many hours in our hostel rooms allowing the great-little master mesmerize us with his art. Who cared whether we had a end-semester exam the next morning!
Thank God! At last I have managed to get hold of a copy of Gold Rush. And thanks to RapidShare as well, that allows me to share my booty with my dear friends. So here's the link to the files! Sit back and enjoy with a cuppa of what-not!
The files can be joined using HJSplit.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
The General
This is my first post where I am going to provide links to movies which I have uploaded. I recently watched The General starring Buster Keaton, and I liked it a lot. I read up reviews about the movie, and its start and it sure is a all-time classic. Many reviewers claim that "The General" is one of the best comedy movies ever made. Even otherwise, this movie ranks highly in popularity in various movie surveys. So you know, its a must watch!
I thought, Why not share it with my friends, many of whom are crazy about good movies. So here's the link to the files I posted on RapidShare. Go, Grab it!
I have split the file using HJSplit, which is quite a powerful and popular splitter-joiner. The file can be found at http://www.freebyte.com/hjsplit/. Nice thing is that both Windows and Linux versions are available, otherwise you can use the jar file also.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Father Forgets
I have read the famous book "How To Win Friends and Influence People" by Dale Carnegie umpteen number of times. Besides loving the contents, I also like the author's brash and breezy writing style (ack: Ms. D. Carnegie), and the numerous little events that have been mentioned in the book. My personal favourite amonst them all is the piece titled "Father Forgets" by W. Livingston Larned. Here, I have just reproduced the piece for the benefit of all. I find it to be a stimulating read.
Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came Up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing buy a boy - a little boy!"
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.
Monday, March 01, 2010
Wodehouse Lyrics
Sir P. G. Wodehouse is my favourite author. I just marvel at his style of writing, his jugglery of words - as if he is a musician playing some stringed instrument - and his die-hard optimistic attitude. My do not consider myself to be as carefree as most of the protagonist in his stories, but I could surely do with a pinch of optimism from the characters. I have bought and read quite a few of his books, and intend to complete the full collection very soon.
Here I also list down some of my favourite lines from across his different stories:
Here I also list down some of my favourite lines from across his different stories:
Thank You, Jeeves:
- Womanlike, she evaded the issue.
- The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on, nor all your piety and wit can lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
A damsel in distress:
- Nature is ever callous to human woes, laughing while we weep; and we grow to take her callousness for granted.
Joy in the Morning:
- No recently engaged bimbo cares to discover that he was not the little woman's first choice. It sort of rubs the bloom off the thing. What he wants to feel is that she spent her time gazing out of the turret window in a yearning spirit till he came galloping up on the white horse.
- Say 'Listen' to any member of the delicately nurtured sex, and she takes it as a cue to start talking herself.
- When I had finished, she made one of those foolish remarks which do so much to confirm a man in his conviction that women ads a sex should be suppressed.
Friday, January 08, 2010
Winter Nights
Dated: 8th January, 2010.
The winter sky is shorn of its feeble stars,
From yonder a Christmas song rings in my ears;
Crouched and beaten, I sit brooding in the snow,
Awaiting for the pink tinge in the sky to grow;
This perfidious time is too slow to pass by,
Even the birds await the Sun and dare not fly.
The chilly wind whistles, and moans so hard,
My mind, my heart, the streets - all are scarred.
Through the lonely night floats the lovely choir,
Alas! And how have I yearned for a mellow fire!
In this cruel hour, my rag is my only friend,
For I fear this night is never to end!
As I think of all the misery winter brings,
Oft I miss the green and the fairies of spring!
With the shy Sun oozes through the first light,
I vow to fight on through the next winter night!
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