There is this place called Chaitra on road # 2 that makes great appam. We were the only customers last evening. I had appam and kurma and some brinjal and coconut thingy. The brinjal and coconut thingy was forgettable. The kurma was very spicy. The appam was yummy. Hot, soft. mmmmmm.

I have work. Yay?

I saw Flight 93 last night. It was sad. Inspite of knowing what was going to happen, I was wishing (expecting?) everybody or atleast a few people to live. Only when they showed the crater and the smoke did it register that they all died. It was a little too much; especially because it was "based on real events". I'm too used to almost happy endings in Hollywood disaster movies. Everybody was a little too brave, a little too accepting. It didn't seem real. I don't know. I have never been hijacked.

I still can't get over Chaiyya Chaiyya in The Inside Man. Everytime I think of it, I have that "It didn't really happen that way, did it?" feeling. Unbelievable. Why? The movie itself has blurred. I remember only the shock of the title song.