This!



The Complete Don Martin slipcase edition.

And this.



Lagaan 3-DVD box set

MUHUAHAHAHAHAHA!

Blossom has copies of both Apollo's Song and Ode to Kirihito, two Osamu Tezuka classics being reprinted by Vertical books, with snazzy cover designs by Chip Kidd and a very very readable English translation. I had bought Kirihito when I was in the US, and was just about to order Apollo's Song, when a friend called up to inform me about its availability in Bangalore. He also went to the trouble of buying it for me and sending it through someone who was travelling to Hyderabad, and as a result - new Tezuka book for me to read. Yes! 541 pages of Tezuka goodness! Though I honestly hope that people aren't buying this book for their kids - its dipped in mature themes, I see loads of cartoon nudity as I flip through the book, and the opening sequence is bizarre look at human reproduction.

The next Tezuka offering by Vertical is another 600+ tome called MW, available for pre-order on Amazon. It's due for release in the US in November. Am I getting it? You betcha!

The other item on the pile is an Indo-Russian production which I bought because (a) I remember being totally floored by the movie when I saw it as a kid and (b) It was available for half-price at a Planet M sale. Bless you, Indian DVD companies, for understanding the necessity of price cuts in your offerings. I bought and watched Raghu Romeo on the same day and would have also bought Benegal's Junoon, but I got into an argument with the salesman. The MRP had been slashed from 350 Rs to 199 Rs, and then there was a 50% discount. The salesman had put the discount on the original price, not the revised MRP, and no amount of cajoling would make him budge. The hell with it, I will just buy Junoon some other time.

About Ali Baba Aur Chalis Chor - I remember very vividly the innovative design of the "Open sesame" cave, which showed a waterfall flowing in reverse and the cave opening in the cliff. When I watched the opening sequence again today morning, it was surprising how well the scene still holds up today in terms of SFX. Does not look cheesy. The other thing I noticed was the proliferation of Russian actors - and except for the well-known Indian artistes, everybody else seems to speaking in Russian, with the Hindi lines dubbed on. So it was a bilingual production! Most of the production crew was also two-fold, one Indian cameraman and a Russian one, two directors, two production designers - I am keeping an eye out for the other Indo-Russian fantasy film I know of - Ajooba, which I remember was a turkey the first time I saw it, but I don't mind seeing it again. The scene where Sonam ( playing an Arabian princess ) puts a miniaturized Rishi Kapoor in her blouse deserves an award in itself. Did I just type that? Yes, I just typed that.

Amazing. The complete movie is online on youtube.

- Watched the complete Firefly, followed it up with Serenity, the comic book and followed that up with Serenity, the movie.

-All of that instilled in a newfound zeal for watching TV series, so I watched half of Berserk and two seasons of Spaced. Started watching The Adventures of Brisco County Jr now.

- Five copies of this are available at MR Book stall, right opposite my office, at 250 Rs each. I have no idea how and why the book is there in the first place. Filed under "Rude-shock-of-the-month". ( Rude because I have no money to spend. )

- I did have Walden gift coupons to spend though, thanks to a Special Hard-working Person who agreed to let me use 1000 Rs worth. I bought Ramesh Menon's Devi Bhagavatam ( swear the guy's writing Indin mythology books faster than I am reading them ) ( and good ones at that ) and Mihir Bose's History of Bollywood. Reading the latter right now, periodically wincing at the lack of editorial supervision that pervades the writing. Subhash Ghia? Anupam Kher was an up-and-coming star of the nineties? Sheesh. At least the facts seem to be in order so far.

- More lustworthy releases include the two disc edition of 300. 699 Rs and way beyond my budget at the moment.

- Also drooled a bit over the new Koji Suzuki collection that seems to be available at Walden. I already have, and have read Ring, Spiral and Dark Water. Loop was there, too, but I'm holding out for the hardcover, so didn't buy it.

- There was also the Mammoth Book of War Comics, which had, among other things, two stories by Darko Macan and Edwin Biukovic, Will Eisner's Last Day in Vietnam, a Commando issuem, an early version of Keiji Nakazawa's Barefoot Gen and some Sam Glanzman Blazing Combat stories. 704 Rs, pass.

I leave the US of A on Monday night.

In the last one and a half months, I have -

• been part of a team that's delivered a feature-complete product a day ahead of deadline.


• seen my first Monet, Titian, Manet, El Greco and Gainsborough. And these were names I remembered off the top of my head.


• visited my first comicbook shops.


• bought out full runs of comics and manga and exceeded my weight limit by 20 kilos.


• been to my first Comic book convention. Woo Hoo!


• indulged in Major Comic art acquisitions, 32 in all.


• managed to buy Perfect Gifts.


• visited 5-level used record/CD/DVD outlets, each of which made me want to sit in a corner and whimper to myself.


• held original first printings of the first three Dark Tower books in my hands, caressed them for about twenty minutes, put them back gently in their display cases and cried on the way out.


• eaten The Crappiest Biryani Evah, and priced at 8.99$ to boot.



• had surprise packages mailed to me from Spain.
  
  
• become part-time Web Elf for the coolest Electronic Dance Music site ever.
  
  
• not had the time to write about all these. Mostly because of point (1), but that will soon be remedied.

...that I put up a couple of new pieces on my Comic Art Fans gallery?


A Steve Rude/Gary Martin Moth page, from issue 2.

An Eduardo Risso 100 Bullets page, from issue 25.

A Mark Bagley Ultimate Spider-man page, featuring the second appearance of Ultimate Green Goblin.

Junji Ito is messing with my head.

Junji Ito who? A horror creator from Japan. Known primarily for a series called Uzumaki (Spiral in English, also made into a not-so-good movie) and for Tomie. Tomie. I read scans of this series a couple of years back. Fairly gruesome story about a drop-dead beautiful girl (heh heh heh) named Tomie, who has the power to make people obsess over her, and ultimately, kill her.

Except, Tomie does not stay dead easily. She regenerates, inspite of having been hacked and slashed and dismembered and, in one mega-sicko sequence, being ground to a paste and mixed with Sake. She regenerates, and sometimes, most of the time, actually, she comes back in ways that are extremely distressing to an unsuspecting manga fan who is having his dinner. Take my word for it.

The scans I had read before were from this defunct company called Comicsone, and the translations weren't too good. Dark Horse comics has taken to reprinting all of Junji Ito's works in a series called Museum of Horror, and I recently bought volume 2. Excellent stuff, more so because in this volume Ito's art seems much more polished than the early Tomie stories. Now to find volumes 1 and 3.

You can read a complete Junji Ito horror story right here.

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Gaurav got a bunch of my stuff back from the States. A Sergio Aragones Groo pin-up, a Harry Roland Vampirella painting, a Tony Harris Starman page, and a 2-page Kevin Maguire splash page from Gen-13/Fantastic Four( my first double-page splash! Woo Hoo!). The splash page had some of the most detailed inking I have ever seen, I spent a good half an hour just looking at the intricacies. Apart from the artwork, he got back the complete Hellboy collection, the first three volumes of Lady Snowblood, quite a bit of Ellis - all of which were part of Brady's collection that I had purchased this year, most of which is still at 2fargon's place in the States. I finished the Hellboy volumes sometimes yesterday - started them in the airport the day before. Yes, I was travelling.

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How was the last year for me? Very trippy. Right from Jan 1st, 2006, half of which I spent in Bangalore airport, I seem to have been travelling like mad. I cannot remember more than one or two weekends in the first three months of this year when I was in Hyderabad. None of these trips were too restful, except for a Mumbai trip in April, where I spent three and a half days in invigorating company, and the last week of the year, which was my Back To Basics trip. I nearly ended up spending half of 31st December in an airport too, but I didn't mind it one bit, nosirreebob.

In case you haven't been following the LJ too obviously, last year was also the year of Original Art. ( 2004 was the year of The Comic Book, 2005 the year of The DVD ) Technically, I bought my first pieces on 25th December 2005, but in 2006, the acquisition of my first Quitely page broke the 200$-eBay-barrier. I slacked off sometime in the middle of the year, but then I had this life-altering conversation with a friend, sometime in September, about why he is going to collect original comicbook art, and only original art, after he graduates. There was a flash of light, in which I realised how right he was. And from then, there was no looking back.

It was also, in a slighter degree, the year of a near-complete comicbook collection. I bought out a collection from someone in the US, and effectively that has put an end to fervent searches and snipes on eBay. I am contented. For now.

A depressing year, as far as new music goes. Apart from the fact that my sister gifted me an iPod shuffle, there has not been any hallelujah-worthy moment in music for me, this year. (Yes, that's right, I have become a jaded old fucker. Rape me, my friends. Which reminds me that I waded through Nirvana's discography sometime back. Excellent rush of happy memories that was. ) No, hold on, let me remember some music-worthy moments from last year...

- The live Zero-7 video that Vasu showed me, that made me go and listen to all of Zero-7 for a couple of days.
- Listening to this band from Nepal called Nepathya, who do rock versions of traditional songs from around the Himalayas. Infectious!
- Rediscovering DJ Krush, who I had heard a little bit of in 2005.
- Siddharth singing 'Appudo Ippudo' from Bommarilu, Shreya Ghoshal on the songs of Anukakonda Oka Roju, and, most important of all, 'Dole Dole' from Pokiri.
- All the adgy mixes.
- Kailash Kher's Kailasa, the live DVD as well as the CD.

Hmm, seems like there might be a mixtape in the offing after all...

The first half of the year, I took this rather drastic measure of choosing to ignore ALL blockbuster movies that are released. It was meant to be a one-year abstinence from all things corporate-Hollywood-and-Bollywood-ish, but the idea got chucked somewhere along the way. I did not watch too many movies either ways - probably the fact that Sympathy For Lady Vengeance did not impress me as much early this year has something to do with it. The ones I saw were reruns of the ones I saw before. Repeat viewings rock, don't they?

About the rest of what went on in my life, well, all of you who know me already know about what's going on, so do I really need to write it all down? The rest of you will have to make do, I guess.

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Right now, I have in front of me the following - Pride of Baghdad and Fables: 1001 Nights of Snowfall, both hardcover. Genshiken volume 3 - I had bought volumes 4 and 5 yesterday on the last day of the Odyssey sale. DVDs of Pitamaghan, Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu, Anjali, and Jillanu Oru Kaadhal. A neat Hitman page, drawn by John McCrea and inked by Gary Leach, featuring the last appearance of Sixpack, that I picked up from the post office today morning. Ramesh Menon's Mahabharata is occupying my nightly hours.

Ain't life grand?

My friend Vasu was in the States last year, and I ordered some comics off a site - crazyeli.com, in case you are wondering - pretty decent collection with prices low enough so that one can order fill-in issues without too much of a strain in one's pocket. I got a pretty bunch, but unfortunately, the comics reached Vasu a little late. And the seller had to resend them to an alternate address. Where the bunch remained, alone and friendless, for about eleven months. They landed in my lap yesterday, after much fed-exing and address-coordination between friends of friends of friends.

The loot?

• Watchmen 2-12 ( I already had issue 1, which was bought in a shady bookstore in Assam sometime in 2001),


• Four issues of V For Vendetta that I didn't have,


• Elektra Assassin 5-8 ( I had gotten 1-4 in Magazines, Bangalore),


• Frank Miller and Dave Gibbon's Martha Washington Saves the World - one of my favourite Miller works.


• 300 issues 1-4 - issue 5 got out of stock just before I could buy it.


• What If 35, by Frank Miller - the storyline being What if Elektra had lived, a nice little story from 1982 which was one of the first Miller works I ever read in my life. I believe there is a dilapidated copy of that issue still somewhere among my books in Guwahati - the darn thing nearly fell apart with all the multiple rereadings I subjected it to.


• Garth Ennis and Amanda Conner's The Pro, a throwaway yet hilarious story about a prostitute who gets superpowers.


• Punisher: The End, the only Ennis Punisher book I didn't have.

And, the most important of the lot - Miracleman 1-3, 5 by Alan Moore, and 17, by Neil Gaiman. My Miracleman collection gets nearer to completion. This is one of the rarest series available, and I think the day I get a copy of Miracleman 15 and 16 at decent prices will be a Seriously Important Day in my life. How decent is decent? Copies of Miracleman 15 sell on eBay for anything between 90-250$, depending on the condition. So far, I have 1-3,5,10,17, 20-24 and the trade paperback of volume 4 and Miracleman: Apocrypha.

I finished reading The Filth (by Grant Morrison, Chris Weston and Gary Erskine) recently. I thinking shooting myself in the head would have been slightly less masochistic an experience.

Planning to re-read the Morrison run on New X-Men. Mostly to get a feel of the Quitely-Kordey-Jiminez-Bachalo-Van Sciver-Silvestri artwork throughout the series.

JLU makes me want to set up a shrine to the Bruce Timm-Eric Radomsky-Glenn Murakami-Alan Burnett team. The ending ( and epilogue ) to the fourth season made life seem more worthwhile. What a show!

There was a sale going on at Odyssey. Buy three books and get the cheapest of them for free. Picked up Ramesh Menon's recent translation of The Mahabharata. The opening chapters are really inviting, just the right amount of risqueness required to hook a reader onto the volumes. But the packaging is really unmanageable - it took a great deal of struggling for me to pull out one of the volumes, and the slipcase is slightly damaged now. Bah!

Excellente!

I bought a page from this eBay seller two months ago. A page from The Moth, this wild indie comic created by Steve Rude and Gary Martin, with Martin, Rude's primary inker on Nexus, providing the dialogues as well on this series.

When I was about to pay the seller, I noticed the address he had added on his invoice, in case I wanted to send him a money order. As it turned out, it was Gary Martin himself, selling his page. Mailed him and talked about how cool his work was, and asked him if he had other pages for sale. Turns out he had, and agreed to sell them to me at cheap ( and I mean REALLY cheap prices). We agreed on a time-payment scheme and I ended up buying 5 pages off him. A month later, the payment was complete, and Gary sent the pages off, promising to inform me whenever he put up his Nexus pages for sale. The pages from the older series are all gone, but there is a new storyline coming out in Summer 2007, and I get first crack at them, yay!

And today I got the pages in the mail, and I found that Gary has also sent a volume of his book on comic book inking free with the package. Inside is inscribed "To my #1 fan in India, thanks for all the support", followed by his signature. How cool is that? I just can't stop grinning!!

I have uploaded all but one of pages to my comicartfans gallery, and you can check them out right here.

This year, I shook myself off eBay a bit. Just a teeny-weeny bit, mind you. Part of it was because of dumb luck - I am a member of this community called comicbooklovers, and some LJ user put up a post sometime in the middle of the year that a friend of his was selling off a couple of comics. Out of curiousity, more than anything else, I clicked on the link to his LJ, where he had listed the comics and the prices down, and discovered that the guy was selling the complete Liberty Meadows for 15$. Bargain time! I shot off an email, and got a reply pretty soon, with a price breakdown. But goddarnit, someone beat me to Liberty Meadows. But Brady, the seller managed to coerce me with a fresh list of comics. Nice combination of trade paperbacks and single issues for enticing prices. And he even promised discounts.

So I got cracking. Tried ordering a small bunch at first, and got them very soon through some colleagues in the States. And then me and Brady began to break down the payments into time-based amounts. At the end of it, I was about 800 dollars lighter, and a back-breakingly heavy bunch of comics wound their way to 2fargon's place. Including complete runs of Hellboy, Cerebus, Tom Strong, Conan ( The Dark Horse series), a near-complete Warren Ellis bibliography.

A month or so later, Brady came back with a new list. He was liquidating his entire comicbook collection - with the exception of two series, Starman and Usagi Yojimbo, both of which I was looking for desperately, and was giving me first crack at it. The stuff that he was selling included quite a bit of Warren Ellis again, all his indie work, complete runs of Ex Machina, Essential Spiderman, Bendis's Daredevil run, quite a bit of which I already had, Hellblazer - and loads of other great swag.

I bought out his entire collection.

The explanation I offered myself was that I could very easily sell off my existing duplicate copies. Also, with a complete haul, it makes it easier for us to come up with a consolidated amount. Plus, he was offering free international shipping. After the first two months of the payment, he sent off the first package. The package was supposed to take two months to arrive, and I eagerly waited for those two months to pass. By the time it was October 19th, I was practically salivating with glee. I made it a point to cheerily greet the postman every morning when he landed at the office. All the office guards knew I was expecting a package, and the moment it arrived, they were to call me, regardless of how busy I was.

It didn't arrive. No problem, my stoic self told my foaming-at-the-mouth-and-at-the-brink-of-tears persona, give it three months, and then we'll see. After all, trackable packages don't get lost, they do get misplaced sometimes.

By the time November 19th came around, I was on my way to completely losing it. More so because November 19th was a Sunday, so I had to wait until Monday before I knew whether the parcel was here or not. Nope. No go. Went to the Post office on Tuesday , to verify if the package was there. Nope. No go. Went to the customs office on Wednesday, with The Flatmate, and then the post office at the airport to ask around. Extremely polite bunch of people, but they had no clue of how to track a USPS number. Came back and wrote off a mail to Brady to start tracking the package at his end. It would take 60 days to find out its whereabouts.

And today, it arrived. Flatmate is away in Bangalore, so had a gala time hauling 25-odd kilos up three flights of stairs. Spent a happy half an hour ogling at the contents.

( The Loot, with annotations )

Best Book Stall has another sale going on right now, at YMCA Secunderabad, and I happened to drop in about 5 days into the sale. Much astounded at the clearance sale section which occupied one side of the huge hall - you could select any 5 books for hundred rupees, ten books for one hundred and fifty. A cursory search yielded gems like hardcover editions of Robert Silverberg's Valentine Pontifex AND Lord Valentine's Castle. Volume 3 of Brian Lumley's Necroscope, assorted parts of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, two Patricia Highsmith novels, Tim Dorsey's Cadillac Beach, which I am looking forward to reading - I hugely enjoyed Hammerhead Ranch Motel. El Doctorow's Billy Bathgate, Gregory McDonald's Son Of Fletch, and I hate to say that I haven't gotten around to reading any of the Fletch novels yet. John Berendt's Midnight in The Garden of Good and Evil which, to tell you the truth, I wouldn't have picked up had it not been for the price. And interestingly, found this out-of-print book called Mrs Coverlet's Magicians by Mary Nash. I don't really remember where I had heard of this book - probably while amazon-surfing some day....

The rest of the sale yielded some great finds too. Daniel Wallace's Big Fish, which I read immediately, and which, like I expected, has very little in common with Tim Burton's movie except for the broad theme in general, and the ending. John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men, which I also finished immediately. An illustrated 1946 hardcover of Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass, (John Tenniel's drawings, of course!) I had resisted buying this for quite a long time. An illustrated unabridged version of The Three Musketeers, and the only children's book William Faulkner ever wrote, called The Wishing Tree. The Encyclopaedia of the Occult, which seemed much comprehensive when I browsed it on the spot, and a book on the early Warner Brothers' directors. Yukio Mishima's Sound of Waves, a love story set in Japan, which I had been hearing good things about ( seems it has been adapted to film some five times). Two Shel Silverstein hardcovers - When The Sidewalk Ends and A Light In The Attic. An interesting children's book called The Philadelphia Chickens - this came with a free CD that had songs sung by folks like Kevin Kline, Meryl Streep and Laura Linney.

Also picked up quite a few random books on music criticism. Had to go there again later, because I ran out of cash.

Spent the long weekend peacefully completing four volumes of Buddha. Can't wait to get my paws on the remaining four - and I now understand that the term "Godfather of Manga" is one not easily bestowed on a person. Do yourselves a favour and try reading Buddha if you can. Scans are not available online, as far as I know. The storytelling alternates between cartoony goofiness and gut-wrenching realism between pages, and goddamnit, why is so less Tezuka available on eBay?

Which reminds me, I won a lot of 18 comics that included a signed first edition of Craig Thompson's Goodbye Chunky Rice, a signed copy of Slow News Day by Andi Watson, and Matt Madden's One Faraway Beach, also signed. Loads of other stuff too, and all for 22.5$, woo hoo!

And there was also the package I received from mikester, containing multiple copies of Solo, each signed by Sergio Aragones, and a trade paperback of Fanboy, that has a sketch by Aragones inside. Why multiple copies of Solo? Because there are rabid Aragones fans in Delhi, Bombay and Kolkata, and it just didn't seem fair for me to have a copy and them not having it. Now, now, is my halo showing?

What is Solo, you ask? Oh, well, you don't, but let me tell you anyways. It's a series published bimonthly by DC comics, with 48 pages and no adds, and correspondingly has a higher price point of 4.99$ per issue. What really sets Solo apart is that every issue is done by one artist, who is given free reign to do whatsoever s/he wants with DC characters. I believe the series has been cancelled after twelve issues, but each of the artists who have contributed so far are legends in their own right - Paul Pope, Tim Sale, Howard Chaykin, Mike Allred, Ted Kristiansen, Richard Corben, and on issue 11, Sergio Aragones. Coincidence department: I bought the first 10 issues issues of Solo from a comicbook fan at a dollar each just two days before Mike mentioned that Mr Aragones was signing at his bookshop.

I had to play a game this weekend - one of these insane urges to trounce virtual meat that crop up from time to time - so I began Chronicles Of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay. Excellent gameplay, which was kind of expected when I found out that the game was produced by Tigon games, a company founded by Vin Diesel himself ( I remember asking a question about this company in some quiz or the other when it was launched). Currently midway through the game, and enthused enough about gaming to install Lara Croft Tomb Raider: Legend, the latest TR game. Graphics are superb, but the camera angles are killing me. Is it time to pick up a controller?

I just finished reading 28 volumes of Lone Wolf and Cub. Rereading, rather - I had completed reading the scanned versions sometime last year (well, alright, also the 45 issues that First Comics had reprinted in the eighties, and which I had bought earlier. ). But that was not sustained reading, I was reading the early volumes at the rate at which the kind brainz was downloading them off Emule ( One volume every four days, downloaded to his server, from where I would have to download it to my computer at home, on a painfully erratic 64 kbps connection) And then I discovered bit-torrent, and found the first 23 volumes in a single gigatorrent. Got them, read them all, and stalked zcultfm patiently until volumes 24-28 were uploaded by some samaritan.

I bought the complete lot off eBay last December, from a guy in London at a ridiculously low buy-it-now price, and he waived shipping charges for the lot if I could arrange a personal pickup. My sister came to the rescue, but the books were stuck with her until last week. Oh, the agony. The irony being that bookstores in India began stocking Lone Wolf and Cub volumes since February. Yes, I could have bought them all here, but they would have cost me a lot more, and not all of them were...ahem....first prints.

I finished the first 13 volumes in a single sitting at Delhi airport, taking occasional tomato soup-and-coffee breaks to soothe the hyper-charged mind. Could not really continue with the rest when I got back to Hyderabad, but managed to get to volume 20 by yesterday. Could not control myself any longer, and finished the last 8 volumes today. And now there is this melancholy feeling that refuses to go away - you understand the feeling, right, the thought of "darn, why did it have to end?" and "What do I do next?" and the general hangover of the journey itself, nearly 9000 pages with Ogami Itto and Daigoro on the road to Meifumado.

I could rave about the series and Koike and Kojima's storytelling prowess, but I am just. Too. Blown. Away right now.



Which reminds me, I also finished eight out of ten volumes of Samurai Executioner, also by the same creators - ironically, the fate of Yamada Asaemon, the titular character of Samurai Executioner is revealed in one of the early volumes of Lone Wolf and Cub. If you find volumes eight and nine of the series, do let me know. Those are the ones I do not have right now - Blossom bookstore in Bangalore stocks Samurai Executioner only until volume 7, while the shop I went to in Delhi had volume 10, but no volume 8 and 9. Darn.



What am I going to read next? Easy. Osamu Tezuka's Buddha, four volumes of which I bought in Delhi, and which I have been dying to read ever since Andrew Arnold raved about them on Time.com. This will be my first Tezuka, and from what I have seen so far, is going to be quite a different read from both Lone Wolf and Samurai Executioner. Now if only I find the next four volumes without much of a fuss....

Quick trivia: Goseki Kojima and Osamu Tezuka were born on the same day - November 3, 1928. What Enishi!

( Pictures! )

So, like 'em?

The year ends on a high. The DVD rip of Sympathy For Lady Vengeance Chan-Wooked its way into the torrentsphere and is now Parked in my harddisk. Ditto the complete scans of Mai The Psychic Girl, the first manga I read in my life.

Purrr.

It's s a good day when you find a Detective Moochwala collection - one of those Lost Childhood Treasures - in a forgotten corner of a bookshop. Getting it for twenty rupees is an added bonus, true.

This is the part I go into a nostalgia session about Target and Ajit Ninan Matthew and Mooch and Pooch and names like Besan Lal and Bhujiya Singh and Inspector Doodhmalai, but what the heck, fuck it. I am not in the mood for nostalgia right now.

Another interesting find was a hardcover graphic novel called Retief!, based on a sci-fi series I had come across once on the Baen bookshelf. The character was created by a gentleman named Keith Laumer, and Baen has an interesting write-up on him, mirrored in the foreword to the graphic novel. What interested me more than anything else was the artist - Dennis Fujitake - whose earlier collaboration with Jan Strnad, a comic about a dog-faced alien named Dalgoda was another Lost Childhood Treasure, picked up at second (and first) hand bookshops in Guwahati. Fujitake's style is a clean, warm cross between Moebius's linework on The Incal and Varley's soft colours on Ronin (in Dalgoda, that is. This one is black-and-white.) Yummy!

I heard Ranjit Barot's soundtrack to Holiday last night, from a colleague's MP3 CD I whacked. Awesome stuff, really, and just to prove that I support good music regardless of its non-Rahman antecedents, went and bought the CD at lunchtime today. All the songs sung by very aptly-chosen singers - Ranjot Barot's vocals on 'Aashiyan' worth the price of the CD alone. A quick look at the liner notes - not too much of it, unfortunately; too many pictures of Dino Morea and whoever that lady is, along with a couple of obligatory beach-babes in bikinis and a happy-grinny family - reveals that the saxophone solos were by Raghav Sachar. This uncanny Sax-man is the multi-instrumentalist who released a catchy remix album about a year back, full of instrumentals of Asha Bhonsle cabaret numbers, and one that I cannot seem to find anywhere anymore. His latest album sounded very electronic the first time I sampled it, so wasn't too interested. Acoustic drums by Mr Barot himself, flute by Navin. Dominique Carejo's voice appears on a semi-English song, which gets very embarassingly Celine Dion at times, but manages to stay right in the groove. The bulk of the female vocals are by Shreya Ghoshal, and the lady's rocksteady success rate is starting to scare me. All in all, an album that manages to stay in tune without veering into item-number territory. Market logistics dictate the presence of an obligatory dance remix of 'Aashiyan', however, and DJ Nasha does the ...umm...honours.

What have I been doing?

I conducted a couple of quizzes over the last month. Two of them were for IIT Kanpur, for their cultural festival Antaragni '05. One (and a quarter) was were for IIM Indore's management festival IRIS. They went off quite well, or so I would like to think. Met a lot of familiar and new faces over the trips. Happily enough, even the lych-worthy theme rounds were happily received, and that warms the cockles of my heart. ( That was just a figure of speech, I really don't know what cockles are, and if they are associated with the heart, so whether they are warm or cool doesn't really matter, because I wouldn't know. Just saying...)

Though I am generally in varying levels of nervousness before a quiz I do ( the nerviness dissipates only when the quiz is halfway over, and as I reverse the direction of the questions, nobody faints or tries to lynch me.), there was one quiz in particular that made me shake in my shoes. It was the one I did for Class IV students, and it makes me sweat just to think of the fact that it required THREE tie-breaker rounds to figure out which teams got what prize. It is extremely unnerving for the quizmaster when he sees that someone who has answered his question (after standing up, and raising one's hand even as the question is being read out) also breaks into a war-dance that would put a Native American Indian to shame. And that's after every question, trust me. It also frightens me when students from Class III, when told that the round was going to be a flag round, start yelling "Eeeeeeeeeeeasy." and proceed to crack every answer. Note to self - tougher questions the next time.

Did a comics quiz for the KQA yesterday. Note to self: scratch off one of life's TODOs. Pretty good response, and really good answering by all the teams. Added to the already-generous official prize by adding a couple of comics DVDs/CDs as incentives. There, serioussam, that was me doing my bit for comics evangelism. Graphic Rampage ( for that was its name, precious) was followed by the Ganesh Nayak memorial quiz, conducted by tandavdancer, sonataindica, and their partner-in-criminally-good-quizzing Rajat. Blighters put paid to my no-excessive-geekery-in-the-comics-quiz rule by doing a seven question Sandman theme. One that I cracked at the fifth question, but refused to answer until Mother Teresa's Racist Doglovers did so first. The propah excuse to make is that they were tagging behind our team by 5 points, and I didn't want to upset the status quo. But the real reason was that other than Tori Amos, I could not figure out any way to connect the theme. How did I know it was Sandman? Because there is no way that Tori Amos can lead to anything ( or anyone) else in a quiz, other than Neil Gaiman. One of life's little secrets, and the reason why I stayed away from Ms Amos in the comics quiz. Mwahahahahaha.

The whole question-setting/DVD-burning exercise added much to my stress levels on Saturday, which is probably the reason I fell asleep at 11:30 PM last night. One Perfectly Healthy Sunday night wasted - oh, the inhumanity of it all!

Frightening Coincidences Department

Ok, so last Wednesday night, I decide to read Miller's Born Again arc off my hard disk. The reason why I hadn't read this so far was that my Miller-Daredevil download, way back when downloads were at home in Hyderabad, comprised only issues 158-191. Managed to transfer the remaining issues ( 219, which I had owned and read way back, 227-233) from Sam when I was in Delhi, and yeah, so I read them at one go. Life was good, and the next day I came and checked out eBay prices. Just in case, you know.

Thursday Evening. A cursory trip to Magazines, Brigade Road's gift to humankind along with Bookworm. (Blossom is exempted from the "gifts" category, and adds itself to the "necessary evil" part of the catalogue. ) Actually, I was on the way home from a trip to Bookworm, having bought a hardcover copy of Song of Susannah for a decent price, and Anthony Lane's Nobody is Perfect, a collection of movie reviews and miscellaneous writings by the New Yorker reviewer ( trivia: where does the book get its title from?) Dropped into Magazines on a sudden impulse, and the guy tugs me by the sleeve and leads me to a corner stacked with Mojo and Uncut magazines, complete with CDs and astoundingly-high price tags. While I am still gasping for breath, he tugs at the other sleeve and leads me to the other corner of the shop, with the magic words "New comics." And boy, oh boy, are they new or what! Get myself a stack of Supermans some two-three months old, a couple of JMS Spiderman issues, loads of Gotham Knights and Catwomans, when he brings out one more stack - which happen to be in packs of 5 each. I point out that because there's no discount on the combo packs, he might as well open them up and display them as single issues - we comic-buyers always like to see what we are buying, right? As always, my powers of persuasion have the desired effect, and he slices open all 37-odd packs. At this juncture, I was about to go bill the comics I had selected ( along with a couple of Heavy Metal back-issues) when some familiar images peek out from the lot he's diligently tagging. YES YES YESSSSSS! Issues 231, 232 and 233 of Daredevil, the ones I had read just the night before. More near-fainting spells ensue when I see the other comics in the lot - which include random issues of V For Vendetta, Elektra: Assassin, The 'Nam, and Micronauts. (Yes, I love Michael Golden.) Had to pay 35 Rs per comic, but was worth it, really.

At the end of it all, I had to pay an auto-driver ten rupees extra to get the whole bundle back home. 99 comics, 3 magazines ( I totally ignored the Mojo/Uncut lot that evening), and two thick books. Now that was a night to remember.

First Law, or the law of pricing: A book will always be priced higher than what one is willing to pay for it.
Corollary I : The feeling of euphoria induced on seeing a book is inversely proportional to amount on the price tag.

Second Law, or the Scouring Law: You always find a book when you least expect it.
OR
The less the effort you put into finding a book, the greater the chances are that you will find it.
Corollary to the Second Law: If you decide to stop buying books for a limited period of time, the quantity of book sales around you will increase dramatically.

Third Law, or the Law of Boundless Optimism: A book will always be available at a cheaper price at some other place some other time.
Corollary to the Third Law: You will always meet a guy who has bought a book at a rate cheaper than what you paid for it.

Fourth Law, or the Serious Law: If you wait to buy a book you think is slightly overpriced, you will always find it on the shelf, but not on the day you give up and go to buy it.

We had five consecutive holidays at the office. Monday was a working day, but someone sent a mail asking all of us team leads to petition for a holiday on that day, and we did so, earning countless blessings in return.

What did I do these five days? Nothing. Unless you count the fact that on Wednesday night, I finished the fifteenth level of the Punisher game after an undocumented number of being killed and respawned and killed again, and am now onto the last level, called "Ryker's Island". In other news, inspite of a 256 MB graphics card, Half-Life 2 refuses to run on my machine. Does it require more than 1024*768 resolution to run by default? My monitor ( which happens to be moccacino's monitor), was bought just before the last tyrannosaurus rex on earth forgot to breathe and brought about premature extinction on himself, ergo, low-res. GTA San Andreas does run, though, but I don't want to play it before I complete 100% of Vice City. What? I didn't tell you? Of course I haven't completed Vice City! I am a busy man. (Oh wait, that kind of negates the first two lines of this paragraph.)

The kind potnuru agreed to bring along two items from my amazon wishlist on his recent trip to India, and he also agreed to bring them along from Hyderabad to Bangalore. The items in question happen to be the humongous graphic novels Locas by Jaime Hernandez and Palomar: The Heartbreak Soup Stories by Gilbert 'Beto' Hernandez. Two brothers, both amazing storytellers, two hardcover publications collecting ten years of stories published in the indie comic called Love and Rockets. I had one of Gilbert's short fiction collection called Fear of Comics from an eBay sale ( autographed, too, hyuk) and one of Jaime's, called Death of Speedy - needless to say, I did cartwheels when I heard of both these books coming out sometime in 2004, completist bastard that I am. It's impossible to get complete runs of the L&R comics, as far as I know, and the early issues go for about 50-60$ each. Have begun reading Palomar, which is the story of a village, and hence has innumerable characters to keep track of. The cool thing is that Beto includes proper pronounciation guides for all the characters as footnotes - I didn't know a Latin American character named Jesus would be pronounced "Hey-sooz", for instance.

( First pages of Locas and Palomar, and drawing samples of both the brothers... )

A one-stop link for all things Hernandez Brothers-related.

There's a neat interview with Neil Gaiman and Susanna Clarke over at Salon.com. You will need to click on a free day-pass ad-thingie to read the complete thing, but it's worth it, seriously.

In other news, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes has come out, and both Bookworm and Blossom have it on sale at 20% discounts. I have a feeling I might end up buying this next month.

Of late, I have also been suffering from frightening lapses in memory. A casual conversation about horror writers led me to mention Shirley Jackson and HP Lovecraft, and then I wanted to talk about this author of I am Legend, a book that has been out of print for quite sometime, and has been plugged by Stephen King in his Danse Macabre and On Writing. Damn. I couldn't remember his name! I remembered ( quite correctly too) that he had also written The Incredible Shrinking Man and A Stir of Echoes and What Dreams May Come, and that Charlton Heston acted in The Omega Man which was adapted from I Am Legend and I also bought one of his lesser known books called Hunted Beyond Reason, buit I COULD NOT REMEMBER HIS NAME! It was scary, let me tell you. Steadfastly avoided googling for it, even stopped thinking about it consciously - no use at all. It took me about a week to remember that the guy's name was Richard Matheson. Scary. More so, because I've been looking for his other books for quite sometime.