Boredom

Phillip Seymour Hoffman was one of the modern acting greats. You can always identify and isolate him in an ensemble cast. Give him just two-three lines in a 150-180 minutes long feature film and still he would enthrall the audience with his magic and aura and come out on top. People and critics alike bestowed countless superlatives upon him in a career spanning over more than two decades but whether any one of those adjectives ever managed to justify his cinematic craft, I seriously doubted. He was unprecedented and unsurpassed in the practice of cinematic artistry and thus emerged as America’s greatest character actor ever, period. Paul Giamatti is his worthy successor and hopefully he would calm and soothe our nerves with his finest performances in times to come in Phillip’s absence. Phillip ultimately was a show-stealer, a rabble-rouser, an aloof but a sympathizing marvelous human being who marveled in Hollywood though always residing at its sidelines. I first saw him playing a y

Robin Williams died on 17th August, 2014. It was a suicide, apparently. An actor primarily known for his comic abilities died a tragic death. Depression caused it, some assessed. No one disagreed but for the people who saw him on celluloid only. His fraternity, the people from Hollywood, moaned incessantly and this time, everyone agreed. It was a massive loss. Those who were close to him always knew that Robin was having a deadly feud with the demon known as depression. He succumbed to it, however, is something people will always rue over in times to come for he resembled the bravest in this mortal world. Robin was a genius, one of a kind and no other actor of his generation had the ability to transform himself/herself so effortlessly like him between camera takes. I saw many obituaries of Robin in the days to follow and noticed one startling fact which was hard to stomach. I would call it a faux pas determinately. They all labeled Robin as a great comedian….even Obama couldn’t a

By no means it is an obituary. Roger is playing just fine and last Sunday, at the famed Centre Court of Wimbledon, he put on again one of the most fascinating grand slam finals in Open era history. In a grueling five set finals, it all went to the wire. Federer bowed down eventually but wearing an all-conquering smile. Everyone except the staunchest of Djoker’s supports present at the court prayed for a Federer’s win. Heaven didn’t respond. Federer Lost. First set, Federer won, Second set, Djoker, Third set, again Djoker. After the third, Federer was down 2 sets to one and for a 32-year old tennis player, howsoever great he might be, it was a depressing sight. It adds more to the gloom when the every stat is stacked against you. Pundits are claiming your end and your body too isn’t responding to the call. Fourth set is in the motion now. Federer, 5-2 down. Djoker has his sight set on championship points, his eyes almost glittering and then the game’s lost. Then another one and th