I found it.
It has been many, many months now since I started looking for a really good Indian news site - a site with comprehensive, cerebral, well-organized and well-formatted content.
Frustrated with BBC's laconic approach towards Asian news and ndtv's penchant for luridness I sat wondering how the hallmarks of journalistic brilliance had disappeared
Idly I seeked out the Hindu online and came across a page that looked like an enhanced digital scan of the paper in print. It wasn’t very encouraging but then, I chanced to click on a link to their beta site.
And my friends, I am happy to proclaim, there will be no looking back.
http://beta.thehindu.com/
This is the link. Read it. Tag it. Bookmark it.
If you are tired of front pages reporting bolly wood stories ,
if you abhor the sight of ten lines of a story squashed between 'pictures of hot celebrities' and an ad for money to India,
if you are one of those people who still believe what your teacher told you in school (Read the newspaper editorial , it will improve your English ),
if you still value analytical features over a flash news ticker ... then dear friend, your search is over.
I was mesmerized by the well-spaced layout and font, the subdued colours, the beauty of language, and the erudite columns.
Also featured is a lecture by Guardian editor "Does journalism exist?"
Quoting from that lecture on the subject of what constitutes good journalism is the following -
"they seemed to represent the best of journalistic virtues – courage, campaigning, toughness, compassion, humour, irreverence; a serious engagement with serious things; a sense of fairness; an eye for injustice; a passion for explaining; knowing how to achieve impact; a connection with readers. "
I hope and wish The Hindu online is well on its way to embody these virtues.
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Cupid's Day
My three little lights keep me company as this thought looms large on my mind today
It must have been really love, isn't it, when memories are enough to soothe the agony and fill the void.
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
One for All
बचपन में पढ़ा था कि हिंदी हमारी राष्ट्र भाषा है | जबसे पढ़ा , तबसे लगता था कि कहीं भारतीय संविधान के किसी पन्ने पर , छोटे से अक्षरों में यही लिखा होगा - जैसे राष्ट्रीय पक्षी मोर, राष्ट्रीय खेल Hockey वैसे राष्ट्रीय भाषा हिंदी |
इसलिए मुझे भी बहुत गुस्सा आता था जब मेरे कुछ दोस्त हिंदी बोलना या सीखना टाल देते थे | मन में ऐसा लगता कि ये भी कैसे पढ़े-लिखे धीठ हैं जो अपनी राष्ट्र भाषा को ही नहीं स्वीकारते |
कहते शर्म आती है , लेकिन कुछ दिनों पहले तक मुझे पता नहीं था कि हिंदी केवल हमारी अफ्फ्सरी भाषा है | न तो भारतीय संविधान मे , न तो कानूनी नियमों मे कोई राष्ट्रीय भाषा परिभाषित है |
अब थोडा समझ में आता है , कि क्यों कुछ राज्यों मे इतना विरोध है हिंदी से | अब कोई उड़ीसा मे हो तो उसका Official काम तो ओडिया मे हो जाएगा | और व्यवसायिक काम के लिए तो आज कल सिर्फ english कि ज़रुरत है |
तो फिर उसे क्या पड़ी है कहीं और कि भाषा पढने की |
ज़रुरत तो नहीं , लेकिन महत्वपूर्ण है |
मेरे साथ कुछ Chinese , French और Korean काम करतें हैं | साथ मे एक देसी भी है | बाकि सभी को बहुत आश्चर्य होता है कि हम भारतीय english मे बात करतें हैं | वैसे तो हम २ - ३ भाषा जानते हैं लेकिन समन्वय के लिए English का हाथ पकड़ना पड़ता है | क्या ये अजीब नहीं कि जिस देश मे ८०० प्रकार की बोली हो उसके नागरिक आपस मे सिर्फ English बात कर सकते हैं |
और इस परिस्थिति को अगर बदलना है तो हिंदी को ही अपनाना पड़ेगा क्योंकि ४०% जनता हिंदी बोल सकती है |
बाकी भाषाओँ के अंक १०% से भी कम हैं | हिंदी सबसे सरल न हो, सबसे प्राचीन और सांस्कृतिक न हो, सबसे वैज्ञानिक न हो लेकिन सबसे प्रचिलित ज़रूर है |
लेकिन जैसे मेरे एक दोस्त ने कहा , ज़बरदस्ती करने से कोई नहीं सीखता - उस भाषा के प्रति दिलचस्पी पैदा करनी पड़ेगी | tv और Bollywood ने बहुत बढ़ावा दिया है, इसी रूचि को दुसरे माध्यम से बढ़ाना है |
और हिंदी को भी बदलना होगा | नए शब्दों को शामिल करना होगा | अगर "Jai Ho " को english मे अपना सकतें हैं तो हिंदी को भी थोडा आधुनिक होना होगा | आखिर उस भाषा का क्या भविष्य जिसमे "cool " के लिए शब्द न हो | :-)
It took me two and a half hours to write this in Hindi and I know reading it cannot be much easier. So here is the translation.
As a kid I remember learning that Hindi is our national language. Since then I believed that it was scribbled down somewhere on a page in the constitution. There were enough of "national” symbols around. National bird, peacock, National sport- hockey. This was just an addition to the list.
So, I always got angry when some friends of mine had this resistance towards speaking and learning Hindi. I always thought of them as educated and stubborn idiots to disregard their own national language.
To my great shame, I discovered not so long ago, that nowhere in the Indian Constitution or Law is a "national language" defined. Hindi is just an Official Language.
I now understand why some states have this opposition to Hindi. After all someone in Orissa can get by with Odiya for his official work and English for his professional circle. What urge would he then have to go learn a language that belongs to another state?
It may not be necessary, but it is of importance.
I work with few Chinese, French, Korean and one other India guy. The others are always astonished when the two Indians talk only in English. Individually we can speak 2 or 3 languages but alas only English can link us. Isn't it ironic that for a country with 800 dialects, its people rely on English to talk to each other?
And if this has to change, like it or not, we have to adopt Hindi. 40% of the population is fluent in it. Other languages barely mark up to 10%. Hindi may not be the easiest or the most culturally rich or the most scientific, but it is the most widely spoken.
But as one of my friends says, you cannot shove it down people's throats. TV and Bollywood have kindled interest. This has to be encouraged and kept alive. And finally Hindi has to adapt to the modern times and broaden its vocabulary. After all, if Jai Ho can be imbibed into English, what future can a language have if it does not even have a word for "cool".
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इसलिए मुझे भी बहुत गुस्सा आता था जब मेरे कुछ दोस्त हिंदी बोलना या सीखना टाल देते थे | मन में ऐसा लगता कि ये भी कैसे पढ़े-लिखे धीठ हैं जो अपनी राष्ट्र भाषा को ही नहीं स्वीकारते |
कहते शर्म आती है , लेकिन कुछ दिनों पहले तक मुझे पता नहीं था कि हिंदी केवल हमारी अफ्फ्सरी भाषा है | न तो भारतीय संविधान मे , न तो कानूनी नियमों मे कोई राष्ट्रीय भाषा परिभाषित है |
अब थोडा समझ में आता है , कि क्यों कुछ राज्यों मे इतना विरोध है हिंदी से | अब कोई उड़ीसा मे हो तो उसका Official काम तो ओडिया मे हो जाएगा | और व्यवसायिक काम के लिए तो आज कल सिर्फ english कि ज़रुरत है |
तो फिर उसे क्या पड़ी है कहीं और कि भाषा पढने की |
ज़रुरत तो नहीं , लेकिन महत्वपूर्ण है |
मेरे साथ कुछ Chinese , French और Korean काम करतें हैं | साथ मे एक देसी भी है | बाकि सभी को बहुत आश्चर्य होता है कि हम भारतीय english मे बात करतें हैं | वैसे तो हम २ - ३ भाषा जानते हैं लेकिन समन्वय के लिए English का हाथ पकड़ना पड़ता है | क्या ये अजीब नहीं कि जिस देश मे ८०० प्रकार की बोली हो उसके नागरिक आपस मे सिर्फ English बात कर सकते हैं |
और इस परिस्थिति को अगर बदलना है तो हिंदी को ही अपनाना पड़ेगा क्योंकि ४०% जनता हिंदी बोल सकती है |
बाकी भाषाओँ के अंक १०% से भी कम हैं | हिंदी सबसे सरल न हो, सबसे प्राचीन और सांस्कृतिक न हो, सबसे वैज्ञानिक न हो लेकिन सबसे प्रचिलित ज़रूर है |
लेकिन जैसे मेरे एक दोस्त ने कहा , ज़बरदस्ती करने से कोई नहीं सीखता - उस भाषा के प्रति दिलचस्पी पैदा करनी पड़ेगी | tv और Bollywood ने बहुत बढ़ावा दिया है, इसी रूचि को दुसरे माध्यम से बढ़ाना है |
और हिंदी को भी बदलना होगा | नए शब्दों को शामिल करना होगा | अगर "Jai Ho " को english मे अपना सकतें हैं तो हिंदी को भी थोडा आधुनिक होना होगा | आखिर उस भाषा का क्या भविष्य जिसमे "cool " के लिए शब्द न हो | :-)
It took me two and a half hours to write this in Hindi and I know reading it cannot be much easier. So here is the translation.
As a kid I remember learning that Hindi is our national language. Since then I believed that it was scribbled down somewhere on a page in the constitution. There were enough of "national” symbols around. National bird, peacock, National sport- hockey. This was just an addition to the list.
So, I always got angry when some friends of mine had this resistance towards speaking and learning Hindi. I always thought of them as educated and stubborn idiots to disregard their own national language.
To my great shame, I discovered not so long ago, that nowhere in the Indian Constitution or Law is a "national language" defined. Hindi is just an Official Language.
I now understand why some states have this opposition to Hindi. After all someone in Orissa can get by with Odiya for his official work and English for his professional circle. What urge would he then have to go learn a language that belongs to another state?
It may not be necessary, but it is of importance.
I work with few Chinese, French, Korean and one other India guy. The others are always astonished when the two Indians talk only in English. Individually we can speak 2 or 3 languages but alas only English can link us. Isn't it ironic that for a country with 800 dialects, its people rely on English to talk to each other?
And if this has to change, like it or not, we have to adopt Hindi. 40% of the population is fluent in it. Other languages barely mark up to 10%. Hindi may not be the easiest or the most culturally rich or the most scientific, but it is the most widely spoken.
But as one of my friends says, you cannot shove it down people's throats. TV and Bollywood have kindled interest. This has to be encouraged and kept alive. And finally Hindi has to adapt to the modern times and broaden its vocabulary. After all, if Jai Ho can be imbibed into English, what future can a language have if it does not even have a word for "cool".
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Monday, February 8, 2010
A room with a view
Imagine a bed with a blue spread in a room with lace blue curtains.That is in a grey tall house with blue shutters and white railing.
Which is perched alone on the brink of a deep blue sea and framed by a dense blue sky.
If this is the picture you painted..
Then you are in the quaintly quixotic Rodaanthe.
When I saw the movie the first time , I was too caught up in the story of love and loss and couldn't stop from dissolving into tears at the end.
But yesterday, a relaxing Sunday evening at home, I watched the movie again. And this time it dawned on me - just how vivid and breathtakingly beautiful this movie is.
And I don't mean scenic beauty. The imagery the movie inspires is so powerful.
You want to be there. You can see yourself right there.
Together, alone for miles around. Walking arms around the waist on the sand.
Standing on the deck with the wind whipping through the hair and lashing at the face. The odd splash from a huge wave breaking below as you gaze on absently.
Sitting at the cosy restaurant dimly lit by the one light at your table. From the window, you see the dark dark sea and the frothy white waves rushing in.
The images are heady and intoxicating. And you want to half-close your eyes and keep dreaming on.
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Which is perched alone on the brink of a deep blue sea and framed by a dense blue sky.
If this is the picture you painted..
Then you are in the quaintly quixotic Rodaanthe.
When I saw the movie the first time , I was too caught up in the story of love and loss and couldn't stop from dissolving into tears at the end.
But yesterday, a relaxing Sunday evening at home, I watched the movie again. And this time it dawned on me - just how vivid and breathtakingly beautiful this movie is.
And I don't mean scenic beauty. The imagery the movie inspires is so powerful.
You want to be there. You can see yourself right there.
Together, alone for miles around. Walking arms around the waist on the sand.
Standing on the deck with the wind whipping through the hair and lashing at the face. The odd splash from a huge wave breaking below as you gaze on absently.
Sitting at the cosy restaurant dimly lit by the one light at your table. From the window, you see the dark dark sea and the frothy white waves rushing in.
The images are heady and intoxicating. And you want to half-close your eyes and keep dreaming on.
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
True Blue Desi
I am resolutely restraining myself from commenting on the SRK-Shiv Sena face off. Any polemic with bollywood involved is such a crowd puller. And I am not rushing to join the volley of easy support for SRK. Indo-Pak relations are embroiled in such conflict and I don't agree it is as easy as "These players were coming here to hit balls ... why the ruckus" as Salman Khan voices.
(Shudder! I never would have thought I'd quote Salman Khan on my blog! )
But when I read about Shiv Sena top brass' reference to Rahul Gandhi as the Italian prince and their remark that 'Mumbai' does not belong to his 'Italian mummy', it disgusts me.
It is the feeling I have everytime time someone harps on Sonia Gandhi's foreign origin.
But when I read about Shiv Sena top brass' reference to Rahul Gandhi as the Italian prince and their remark that 'Mumbai' does not belong to his 'Italian mummy', it disgusts me.
It is the feeling I have everytime time someone harps on Sonia Gandhi's foreign origin.
She came to India as a bride and made this country her home for the following 42 years. Who would have faulted her had she gone back to Italy after her husband's death.
But she stayed on and made a reluctant entry into politics a decade later to save the flagging Congress Party.
She went on to be Party President, Leader of the Opposition and finally in 2004 , the priminister's post was hers for taking, but she renounced it. Under her leadership the Party forged on to another win in General Elections 2009.
She speaks hindi, only wears saris and has seeped in the essence of Indian culture and customs.
She went on to be Party President, Leader of the Opposition and finally in 2004 , the priminister's post was hers for taking, but she renounced it. Under her leadership the Party forged on to another win in General Elections 2009.
She speaks hindi, only wears saris and has seeped in the essence of Indian culture and customs.
She has personally lost much to Indian politics but upholds its premier political dynasty with dignity.
As a politicain and an activist against poverty, who can deny she is alive and aware of the country's pulse.
She is, at the least, more Indian than I am.
She is, at the least, more Indian than I am.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
If I were a man..
If I were a man, I would certainly go to hell.
Imagine a rugged cynic. A modern day mix of Rhett Butler and Casanova. A man who could be devilishly charming now and ruthlessly acrimonious the next minute.
A shameless gambler, an unrepentant hustler and a disreputable Romeo.
Drown my days in drink and stifle my senses with smoke.
Smug, sarcastic and salacious, a man inspiring grudging envy and scathing hate.
A man of ample means, no morals and even lesser friends.
And after my evil and decadent life and after having exulted in every minute, I would willingly descend into the Stygian abyss.
I wish I could be that rogue for a day. Just for a day, cast off my foolish feminine sentimentality and propriety.
Imagine a rugged cynic. A modern day mix of Rhett Butler and Casanova. A man who could be devilishly charming now and ruthlessly acrimonious the next minute.
A shameless gambler, an unrepentant hustler and a disreputable Romeo.
Drown my days in drink and stifle my senses with smoke.
Smug, sarcastic and salacious, a man inspiring grudging envy and scathing hate.
A man of ample means, no morals and even lesser friends.
And after my evil and decadent life and after having exulted in every minute, I would willingly descend into the Stygian abyss.
I wish I could be that rogue for a day. Just for a day, cast off my foolish feminine sentimentality and propriety.
Grab life by its horns and go for a rocking ride!
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wise Men Say
My eyes continue to burn and one eye has intensified the protest with a dull ache to boost. I am feverish on and off but I feel so much better. I have a pretty vase of flowers on the table and a bit of dark chocolate next to me. Sometimes it takes so little to make one euphoric.
And in keeping with the mood, today's blog is a collection of my favourite lines from movies and television.
So here goes in no specific order -
Notting Hill
Martin: Did you know, and this is pretty amazing, but I once saw Ringo Starr.
William: Where was that?
Martin: Kensington High Street. At least I think it was Ringo, um, it could have been that guy from Fiddler on the Roof. You know, Toppy.
William: Topol.
Martin: Yes... yes that's right, Topol.
William: Mmmhmmm. Actually, Ringo Starr doesn't- doesn't at all look like, uh, Topol.
Martin: Yes, but, he was- he was quite a long way away from me.
William: So it actually could've been neither of them.
Martin: Yes, I suppose, so.
William: It's not really a classic, anecdote, is it?
Martin: Not a classic, no.
[who will get the last brownie?]
Anna Scott: Wait, what about me?
Max: Sorry, you think *you* deserve the brownie?
Anna Scott: Well a shot at it at least huh?
William: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie.
Anna Scott: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this.
Honey: Really?
Anna Scott: Really. And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.
Max: [long pause] Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone.
William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.
Gone With The Wind
Scarlett: Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
You've got mail
Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.
Boston Legal Denny Crane: I don't know whether you know this but not many men take the time, every day, to have a cigar, glass of scotch, to talk to their best friend. That's not something most men have.
Alan Shore: No it isn't.
Denny Crane: What I give to you, what I share, I do with no one else. I like to think that what you give to me you do with nobody else. Now that may sound silly to you. But here's what I think is silly, the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection between you and that man. That you got something you didn't get from me.
Alan Shore: I probably do. But gosh, what I get from you Denny. People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or at most third meeting, birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they barely met, and everyone just loves everyone. As a result when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you Denny, you are my best friend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend. I'm not going to kiss you however.
"Friends"
Ross: I figured after work, I'd pick up a bottle of wine, go over there, and try to... woo her.
Chandler: Hey, you know what you should do? Take her back to the 1800's when that phrase was last used.
Ross: Wow, you guys sure have a lot of books about being a lesbian.
Susan: Well, you know, you have to take a course. Otherwise they don't let you do it.
Yes Prime Minister
Humphrey (about Hacker): He's got no. 10, a salary, a pension for life. What more can he want?
Bernard: I think he wants to govern Britain.
Humphrey: Well stop him, Bernard!
Jim: Humphrey, to what do we owe this pleasure?
Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister I must strongly protest in the strongest possible terms, my profound opposition to a newly instituted practise which imposes severe and intolerable restrictions upon the ingress and egress of senior members of the hierarchy and which will in all probability, should the current deplorable innovation be perpetuated, precipitate a constriction of the channels of communication and culminate in a condition of organisational atrophy and administrative paralysis which will render effectively impossible the coherent and coordinated discharge of the function of government within her Majesties United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Jim: You mean you've lost your key?
Sir Humphrey: Bernard, what is the purpose of out defence policy?
Bernard: To defend Britain.Sir
Humphrey: No Bernard, it is to make the people think that Britain is defended.
Bernard: The Russians?
Sir Humphrey: Not the Russians, the British, the Russians know it's not.
As Good As It Gets
Melvin Udall: I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence," and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
Pride and Predjudice
Mrs. Bennet: Have you no consideration for my poor nerves?
Mr. Bennet: You mistake me, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years.
Elizabeth Bennet: You're mistaken, Mr. Darcy. The mode of your declaration merely spared me any concern I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner. You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it. From the very beginning your manners impressed me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others. I had not known you a month before I felt you were the last man in the world whom I could ever marry!
Emma
Emma: I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.
Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from *my* being wrong.
Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true.
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And in keeping with the mood, today's blog is a collection of my favourite lines from movies and television.
So here goes in no specific order -
Notting Hill
Martin: Did you know, and this is pretty amazing, but I once saw Ringo Starr.
William: Where was that?
Martin: Kensington High Street. At least I think it was Ringo, um, it could have been that guy from Fiddler on the Roof. You know, Toppy.
William: Topol.
Martin: Yes... yes that's right, Topol.
William: Mmmhmmm. Actually, Ringo Starr doesn't- doesn't at all look like, uh, Topol.
Martin: Yes, but, he was- he was quite a long way away from me.
William: So it actually could've been neither of them.
Martin: Yes, I suppose, so.
William: It's not really a classic, anecdote, is it?
Martin: Not a classic, no.
[who will get the last brownie?]
Anna Scott: Wait, what about me?
Max: Sorry, you think *you* deserve the brownie?
Anna Scott: Well a shot at it at least huh?
William: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie.
Anna Scott: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this.
Honey: Really?
Anna Scott: Really. And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.
Max: [long pause] Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone.
William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.
Gone With The Wind
Scarlett: Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
You've got mail
Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.
Boston Legal Denny Crane: I don't know whether you know this but not many men take the time, every day, to have a cigar, glass of scotch, to talk to their best friend. That's not something most men have.
Alan Shore: No it isn't.
Denny Crane: What I give to you, what I share, I do with no one else. I like to think that what you give to me you do with nobody else. Now that may sound silly to you. But here's what I think is silly, the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection between you and that man. That you got something you didn't get from me.
Alan Shore: I probably do. But gosh, what I get from you Denny. People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or at most third meeting, birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they barely met, and everyone just loves everyone. As a result when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you Denny, you are my best friend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend. I'm not going to kiss you however.
"Friends"
Ross: I figured after work, I'd pick up a bottle of wine, go over there, and try to... woo her.
Chandler: Hey, you know what you should do? Take her back to the 1800's when that phrase was last used.
Ross: Wow, you guys sure have a lot of books about being a lesbian.
Susan: Well, you know, you have to take a course. Otherwise they don't let you do it.
Yes Prime Minister
Humphrey (about Hacker): He's got no. 10, a salary, a pension for life. What more can he want?
Bernard: I think he wants to govern Britain.
Humphrey: Well stop him, Bernard!
Jim: Humphrey, to what do we owe this pleasure?
Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister I must strongly protest in the strongest possible terms, my profound opposition to a newly instituted practise which imposes severe and intolerable restrictions upon the ingress and egress of senior members of the hierarchy and which will in all probability, should the current deplorable innovation be perpetuated, precipitate a constriction of the channels of communication and culminate in a condition of organisational atrophy and administrative paralysis which will render effectively impossible the coherent and coordinated discharge of the function of government within her Majesties United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Jim: You mean you've lost your key?
Sir Humphrey: Bernard, what is the purpose of out defence policy?
Bernard: To defend Britain.Sir
Humphrey: No Bernard, it is to make the people think that Britain is defended.
Bernard: The Russians?
Sir Humphrey: Not the Russians, the British, the Russians know it's not.
As Good As It Gets
Melvin Udall: I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence," and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
Pride and Predjudice
Mrs. Bennet: Have you no consideration for my poor nerves?
Mr. Bennet: You mistake me, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years.
Elizabeth Bennet: You're mistaken, Mr. Darcy. The mode of your declaration merely spared me any concern I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner. You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it. From the very beginning your manners impressed me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others. I had not known you a month before I felt you were the last man in the world whom I could ever marry!
Emma
Emma: I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.
Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from *my* being wrong.
Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true.
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