STFU Donny

Walter Sobchak is awesome. He is the example of a short fuse. The transition of Walter from a calm, inert guy to a flaring, beretta-in-your-face thug is instantaneous. Smoky tried to cheat in the bowling league game by attempting to enter a strike where he had crossed the line. Walter warns him, coerces him to enter a '0' on his score card, which Smoky obviously decides against doing. Walter whips his revolver out, sticks it in Smoky's face and gently requests him to mark it zero. This is Walter. He makes repeated references to his time in Vietnam, has awesome flagrant dialogues "You're entering a world of pain!".. "This is what happens when you find (f**K) a stranger in the alps (a**)"..Walter provides the entertainment factor in the movie that is riddled with several subplots, none that seem to add up.

The Dude on the other hand, is a dude. Carefree is his middle name. He's happy to live life on available resources, drinks milk and adores his drawing room rug. Always seen in flip flops, shorts and a bathroom robe. Walter and the Dude are the best of friends.

Jésus is their bowling competition, more of an adversary, who loves to do nothing more than remind the above duo how he'l be decimating them in the league game on Wednesday.

The movie leaves you wondering.. why? 

No, The Big Lebowski isnt' really about bowling, or rivalries, or any particular theme or concept. It jus conveys that movies dont need to deliver a message all the time. Something like Pulp Fiction, but thats' a totally different (non)plot.

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the dew drops on the leaf coalescing into 1, the 6 a.m. breeze that flutters the coconut leaves 30 feet off the ground, the wake up call provided by the sparrows, that rare moment in the day when the crows remain silent, and one can hear the sparrows wake up in their nests.

the sun rays parting through the clouds when the sun hasn't risen to a height that hurts the eyes.. the light that floods the room when the curtains are opened.. the breath of a new day, epitomizes 'fresh'.. once ur cringing eyes get accustomed to the brightness, can u see nature's beauty within the concrete confines we've created around it.

before civilization wakes up, before the routine honking ensues, before the sirens go off, and before the plundering resumes... go outside, and live..breathe in the freshest air you'll get until 24 h later.

Bradypus variegatus

one of nature's truly wonderful specimens is the sloth.. delightfully immobile and pure of heart.. this character has been immortalized on screen by sid (of 'ice age' fame) as a supposedly smooth talking (with the lisp ofcourse) and the eternally bumbling nature where all he ends up down is spiral into self destruction whether its lighting a fire or cleaning a todder's diaper.. sloths' are wonderfully simple.. 1 mantra in life.. live slow.. move slow.. njoy life.. i love sloths!

2- and 3-toed species exist... and all they're good for are for latching onto branches and tree barks and staying there till needed.. to the fast paced and mundane idiots, the almost calculatively and painfully slow nautre might appear nerve-wracking.. but to me, they're the true decoders of life's matrix... whats the hurry!? and they dont jus move slow.. everything about them is slow... (read: perfect).. even the digestion underway in their stomach takes a month to complete per meal.. (ahh!!).. (titbit: their maximum velocity: 0.54 m/s)

sitting in one place, sometimes drooling to one side, slouched, staring into nothingness, immobile, dazed, bored, lazy, yet winning the rat race the sloth way!... sloth isnt a noun, its an adjective.. its me

i cannot fathom the reasons 'they' would categorize sloth as a deadly sin?.. huh? it shuld be a target for them zen masters.. the ultimate level of higher consciousness.... to the dumb layman, u look like ur wasted and pure bored of existence.. but to the master, u hav that aura of peace and tranquillity around u... ur in control and are an authority in all matters immobile.

sloth rules!