- This is the must watch movie…I loved it alot…and this is the last scene of the movie and I am so much ipressed with it…here it goes!
- Trask: Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
- Frank Slade: But not a snitch!
- Trask: Excuse me?
- Frank Slade: No, I don’t think I will.
- Trask: Mr. Slade!
- Frank Slade:This is such a crock of shit!
- Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are at the
Baird School now not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will give you one final
opportunity to speak up. - Frank Slade: Mr. Sims doesn’t want it. He doesn’t need to
labeled, “…still worthy of being a ‘Baird Man.’” What the hell is
that? What is your motto here? Boys, inform on your classmates, save
your hide. Anything short of that we’re gonna burn you at the stake?
Well, gentlemen. When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some
guys stay. Here’s Charlie–facing the fire, and there’s George–hiding
in big Daddy’s pocket. And what are you doing? You’re gonna reward
George, and destroy Charlie. - Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
- Frank Slade: No. I’m just gettin’ warmed up. I don’t know
who went to this place–William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan,
William Tell–whoever. Their spirit is dead; if they ever had one, it’s
gone. You’re building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea-going snitches.
And if you think your preparing these “minnows” for manhood, you better
think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this
institution proclaims it instills! What a sham! What kind of show are
you guys puttin’ on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is
sittin’ next to me. And I’m here to tell you, this boy’s soul is in
tact. It is non-negotiable. You know how I know? Because someone
here–I’m not gonna say who–offered to buy it. Only Charlie here
wasn’t selling. - Mr.Trask: Sir, you are out of order!
- Frank Slade: Out of order, I’ll show you out of order! You
don’t know what out of order is Mr. Trask! I’d show you but I’m too
old, I’m too tired, and I’m too fuckin’ blind. If I were the man I was
five years ago I’d take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order?
Who the hell do you think you’re talking to!? I’ve been around, you
know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these,
younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But
there is nothin’ like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no
prosthetic for that. You think you’re merely sending this splendid
foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I
say that you are executing his soul! And why? Because he’s not a Baird
man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you’re going to be Baird Bums, the
lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck
you too! - Mr. Trask: Stand down Mr. Slade!
- Frank Slade: I’m not finished! As I came in here, I heard
those words…cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the
cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has fallen! Makers of men,
creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you’re producing
here. I don’t know if Charlie’s silence here today is right or wrong;
I’m no judge or jury. But I can tell you this; he won’t sell anybody
out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity.
That’s called courage. Now that’s the stuff leaders should be made of.
(pause) Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew
what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took
it. You know why? Because it’s too damn hard. Now here’s Charlie; he’s
come to the crossroads. And he’s chosen a path. It’s the right path.
It’s a path made of principle, that leads to character. Let him
continue on his journey. You hold this boy’s future in your hands,
committee! It’s a valuable future. Believe me! Don’t destroy
it…protect it…embrace it. It’s going to make you proud one day…I
promise you.
SCENT OF THE WOMEN
Posted in Movies.
– June 11, 2008
And I thought He loves her….based on true sory!
He is so caring…..
He loves me like anything….
He never leaves door until I board my cab for work…..
He is always waiting for me on the door when I come back from office…..
He wants to enjoy each and every moment with me…
He wants me to take leave from office on his Off days, so that we can be together for the maximum time…
we always cuddle, giggle, and enjoy our togetherness with lots of soft sweet kisses….
He is so understanding that he vanish my silly mistakes….
He is so caring for my wishes , my likings my dislikings, my family, my friends..
He loves everything I do, or even I wanted to….
These are few things she always say about her soulmate….
but one day when she called me crying on the phone….I can smell the pain from her tears.
She called and said…Now I cant hide it anymore….I tried alot not to tell anyone about it
But now I cant handle it anymore…..
and she bursted all her pain…she was like a volcano with lots of pain in her heart.
and she said….
our relation is not what I told you it different; not different but totally opposite…
He dont care about me…even a single thing I said makes him angry and he starts hitting me with the things he find in his way…
He dont care I had food or not..dont care about my needs..the need of our togetherness
He dont give a damn if I exists….I sometimes feel like I am a invisible ghost….
He dont care if I come late from office…if my cab is late…or if I am in any problem.
I will not say, he dont want to spend time with me but he hates to do it…
Its been a long long time we touched each other…sometimes I wish I could be a household article to feel his fingertips on me….
He dont want me to take leaves on his Off days…
Whatever I do, he squeeze out a mistake out of it and keeps on talking about it all day long…that tends to beating..
He dont even care to ask me about if I have a wish for something…
This is the story of my friend and I am so sad for her…sometimes I feel like asking her to leave him and start over again…but in Indian culture its not practical.
Now she is trying her best to make him happy and do whatever he says…
I ask myself…Is it right? whatever he is doing? and whatever she is doing to save her relationship…
those days were gone when women are dependent on man….
Posted in Personal.
– June 9, 2008
Jai Hind! whatever…
From today onwards I will try to use my car as less as possible, because of the “HIKE” in the petrol price…. Over the weekend, I filled up my car’s fuel tank, and I thought fuel To know why, see the results below ? you’ll be surprised at how outrageous some other prices are ! Diesel (regular) in Mumbai : Rs 36.08 per litre
It is so funny and DEADLOCK!….
On one hand they are making the cheapest car so that everyone can buy…
and on the other (contrary) hand they are increasing the price of the petrol…
Its better to buy Petrol (for investement purpose) rather than Gold, we can get good returns.
petrol’s cheap
has become really expensive after the recent price hike. But then I
compared it with other common liquids and did some quick calculations,
and I felt a little better.
Petrol (speed) in Mumbai : Rs 52 per litre
Coca Cola 330 ml can : Rs 20 = Rs 61 per litre
Dettol antiseptic 100 ml Rs 20 = Rs 200 per litre
Radiator coolant 500 ml Rs 160 = Rs 320 per litre
Pantene conditioner 400 ml Rs 165 = Rs 413 per litre
Mouthwash Listerine 100 ml Rs 45 = Rs 450 per litre
Red Bull 150 ml can : Rs 75 = Rs 500 per litre
Corex cough syrup 100 ml Rs 57 = Rs 570 per litre
Evian water 500 ml Rs 330 = Rs 660 per litre
Kores whiteout 15 ml Rs 15 = Rs 1000 per litre
Coffee at a 5*hotel 150 ml Rs 175 = Rs 1167 per litre
Old Spice after shave 100 ml Rs 175 = Rs 1750 per litre
Pure almond oil 25 ml Rs 68 = Rs 2720 per litre
Posted in Blogs.
– June 5, 2008
hmmm it looks okay !
Yeah She is my Inspiration for everythingkaise dikhti hogi?
These few lines I wrote when I was coming back from chennai to my home town and after a long time I was going to see my girlfriend (presently my wife/life)..here it goes!!
Arsa ho gaya usey dekhe huey, pata nahi kaise dikhti hogi…
aise dikhti hogi ya wiase dikhti hogi…jaise bhi ho bbahut khoobsurat lagti hogi…
abhi bhi uski khoobsurat bhuri pyari aankhey mere intezaar main kuch sapney chipaye baithey hogi…
meri baatey yaad kar-2 ke uski palkey sharma ke jhukti hongi…
usko yaad kar jaise meri saansey tham jati hai, kya uski bhi rukti hongi..
raat akele chadar main uski bhi sansey jalti bhujti hongi…
guzartey-2 uski nazarey jarur aainey pe rukti hongi..
Duri, tnahaiyo ko soch-2 uski dil ki partey bhi dukhti hongi..
apney gorey badan pe uski ungliya naam mera to likhti hongi..
pata nahi meri pyari bachi kaise dikhti hogi….
sheeshey main khud ko dekh-2 baar-2 tyaar to hoti hogi..
bacho ki tarah sar pe dupatta daal-2 ke kabhi aise kabhi waise khud ko ghum-2 ke dekhti hogi..
yahi sochta hu reh-2 ke mujhe dekh ke wo sharmayegi, muskurayegi..
mere seeney se wo lipat jayegi..ya seeney se lag kar sir jhuka ke kaheygi mujhse
“”ab mujhe chod ke kabhi mat jana”"
Posted in Poetry.
– May 30, 2008
bewafai
kya kami reh gayi thi jo hamey bhula diya
meri muskurahato ke badley aansuo ka kafila diya
hamne dil-o-jaan se teri jholi main wafa bhar di..
kyo meri mohobbat ka tuney ye sila diya?
Posted in Poetry.
– May 30, 2008
sajish!!
tumhari awaz main wo kashish hai
suntey hi muskurahat hoti hai jo bhi khalish hai
tumharey hotho main wo aatish hai
khak kar deti hai, jo mere labo ki ranjish hai
jo ham deewaney huey firtey hai
kuch or nahi tere hi husn ki sajish hai…
Posted in Poetry.
– May 30, 2008
