The Mayajaal of Cars

The latest movie by Pixar, Cars was absolutely the best animation movie I've seen so far. The lead car being a stock car, Sarge a Willys MB (which a lot of wannabe Jeepers here try and recreate out of Mahindra Jeeps), and Doc Hudson being a real Hudson Hornet.... I was just too taken by all this (except for the fact that the Porsche 911 type 996 was made out almost perfectly effeminate - while I like to view it as a rear engined brute, but I guess we will have to start mentally picturing the Boxster as the rowdy kid, in the future). The rendering was fabulous, with the reflections and chrome was almost too breathtakingly perfect. The movie had a lot of character play behind the scenes with The King being a Plymouth Roadrunner Superbird the favorite car of Richard Petty who is it's voice. Also the crash at the end was the exact reproduction of Richard Petty's famous crash in Daytona.

In all it was fabulous entertainment. Somehow, a company once owned by Steve Jobs himself, Pixar has always been a dream. When I started calling myself a designer, Pixar used to be a distant dream. As years passed, I longed to be a rendering artist there, then I wanted to be some company that did some work outsourced by Pixar. Right now, my goal is to be the ugly cleaning lady there (even if it involves a sex change operation. Atleast I've got the ugly part covered already).

We went to Mayajaal to watch the movie. I wasn't too confident that we would get the tickets, what with the population explosion in India and all, usually all movie houses ran full. But we got tickets, right near the screen. Wasn't too bad though, and the seats were the best in comparison to almost all theatres in Madras. We did spend an excruciating half an hour in the lobby there, the music was so loud that I was sure it was for the benefit of the deaf. In India, humans will eventually evolve into developing the ability to "hold their ears" like how you can hold your breath. We would just be able to shut out outside noise by twitching our ears so that the blood supply to the eardrums are cut off and we turn temporarily deaf.... or something. But we need to work something out on the evolutionary platter real quick, as, damn, everybody & everything is loud.

It is raining almost all evenings here, and after a usual logistics debate on who would dropping off whom - where, we came to Besant Nagar pit stop, where I had parked my 100cc Honda scooter. I was anxious to get back home before it started raining, what with my PDA phone and headset and all.. but driving the scooter fast would actually be counterproductive, as it might explode or just plain disintegrate. Besides, we Indians have been bred from childhood to respect all people and things that are older than us. So, we got wet, but the phones were saved, thanks to a plastic bag I had stashed earlier in the glove box, in the event of a rainy day. (sic.)