My Cauldron of Thoughts

This used to be easy. It was merely a matter of picking up few things churning in my brewing pot, string it together to make logical sense, start typing, edit, and voila you have a blog post. Now I have a bunch of things put neatly at one side and I don't know what to do with 'em. In the past, things used to happen when the fingers used to hit the keyboard on their own. But that was then. Funny how things of the past seem to be cast by an illusionist with striking clarity and stunning simplicity. The present is always murky, as if somebody stirred up a mud-hole.

Oh well, we can't always be dwelling on the past. Like the fact that Pierce Brosnan cannot become Bond once again no matter how hard one prays. Though the critics trashed Casino Royale too, I had kind of liked it. It had the erstwhile touch of Bond where Bond relied more on his intellect(Dr NO anyone?) rather than fancy gizmos. But the latest offering "Quantum of Solace" deserves no excuses. The gizmos are back, but out goes the plot, the sex, the signature title track. Bond, the secret service agent is a debonair, ruthless man evoking a feeling of pathos with his reckless adventures and his gal pals; the moment you start to consider him a gentleman, you are rightly corrected. But the director seems to be hell bent on making Daniel Craig's Bond almost likeable with him pining away for his dead love. But Daniel Craig needn't worry, everybody likes the Bond of their times, my dad could never get over Sean Connery, my uncle over Roger Moore, and now me over Brosnan. It was only yesterday I spotted some doe-eyed celebrity oohing and aahing over Daniel Craig and declaring "he's the best Bond of all times" to the world. Of course she's watched all the 2 Bond movies released so far.