Being a language enthusiast and a Potterhead at the same time, I’ve decided to make a list of vocabulary you may need if you want to read, watch or maybe just talk about Harry Potter in Spanish.

la bruja - witch
el mago - wizard
la varita - wand
la escoba - broom
la lechuza - owl
la rana - frog
el sapo - toad
el león - lion
el tejón - badger
la serpiente - snake
el águila - eagle
el hechizo/el encantamiento - spell
la poción - potion
el caldero - cauldron
el castillo - castle
el comedor - dining room
los calabozos/las mazmorras - dungeons
el andén - platform (el andén nueve y tres cuartos)
el callejón - alley (el Callejón Diagon)
la hierba - herb
el dragón - dragon
el unicornio - unicorn
el fénix - phoenix
el fantasma - ghost
la capa - cloak
el profeta - prophet
el Buscador - Seeker
el Cazador - Chaser (hunter)
el Guardián - Keeper
el Bateador - Beater (batsman) 

Harry Potter y la piedra filosofal - Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s/Sorcerer’s Stone
Harry Potter y la cámara secreta - Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter y el prisionero de Azkaban - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter y la Orden del Fénix - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Harry Potter y el misterio del príncipe - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Harry Potter y las Reliquias de la Muerte - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

DAY 3465

Film City, Mumbai               Sept 22, 2017               Fri 12:55 PM

At work for TOH .. and while the shot gets ready, and here is where the difference comes in, I wait in the Vanity, but in the olden times we played cricket .. impromptu cricket .. on the pitch of the location .. with impromptu film crew teams and with the relevant film costumes replacing proper whites or coloured clothing  ..

This one above looks more like a short break during the shoot for ‘Mr Natwarlal’, and I think probably on location in Kashmir .. I cannot make out who the other generally out of focus guests in the background are, but they seem to be enjoying some hospitality from a livered waiter .. I could be wrong .. the young lady on the chair is not too interested in either the waiter, or the batsman, but more the fielders or the bowler .. !!

BUT yes that was the kind of routine we followed on most such occasions .. now .. I see more isolation and vanity interludes .. which is fine I guess .. times change and so do habits and procedures .. all part of the evolving generation, both present and the forthcoming ..

… and this one is from ‘Majboor’ .. perhaps .. it was shot .. this scene was shot .. on the road in Mumbai which leads into Tardeo-Pedder Road crossing, and Haji Ali .. the street had a very popular restaurant, name forgotten, which had a rather interesting wall .. the design on the wall was a compilation of some intricate designs, a short example of which is seen in the picture, behind me .. and I am presuming that soon after this shot I had that attack of pain in my brain, as per the script, and the Director perhaps chose this location keeping in mind the intricate condition of the artist and the symbolic intricacy of the environ .. perhaps .. I would be entirely wrong again .. !! It’s one of those days when everything goes wrong !!

The idea of the fish tank was, that the brain attack would make me drop the fish tank, the fall breaking it and the fish that were in it would now land up on the street, struggling to survive without water .. symbolic again as the artist suffered with his condition in the film .. a great deal of symbolism has been used in film after film after film .. prominently, being the kiss in Hindi cinema, which was often symbolised, in the early eras, by two birds tweaking each other, or two blossomed flowers coming together !! Now of course there is greater liberty !

And this above be “Major Saab” .. the shot is at the foot of the steps of that great institution, the National Defence Academy, .. the building is called SUDAN House, I think if I am right, and named so because, it was built by a very generous donation from the country and Government of Sudan .. I have had the privilege since to be invited to speak to the cadets there, on a couple of occasions ..

It was a memorable film, for many reasons and some day later, I may wish to describe them in detail ..but just being in its environ and breathing the same air as the young entrants, who shall graduate to become soldiers that shall protect and guard our country, was inspiring and invigorating enough ..

It has been given to understand, by conscious and well behaved, efficient and dedicated, film literate and competent Assistant Director, that it is now possible for me to be served my lunch .. 

More later then .. 

Would have loved to invite you over for this mid day meal, but it is so meagre that it would never have been relished, or appreciated by any weight interested Ef ..

Originally posted by seanjones29

Amitabh Bachchan

thesokovianaccords  asked:

Happy blog-iversary!! For the fic prompt: steggy vs. sports (whichever direction you'd like to take that lol)

Personally, Steve blamed Tony.

It was, after all, Tony who had made the harmlessly intended but in retrospect rather tactless remark that cricket was played by upper class English twits in pyjamas who only pretended to understand the rules. And it was Sam who had added with a chuckle, “Right, wasn’t it Robin Williams who said cricket’s baseball on valium?”

But - perhaps because she expected nothing less of Tony, and because Sam was just quoting someone else - it was Steve laughing that made Peggy swing round, eyes narrowing, to tell them archly that cricket wasn’t just a sport, it was a tradition and older than their entire country.

“At the very least,” she said shortly, “you might respect it for actually being played worldwide, unlike the World Series of another sport I might mention.”

Apparently she hadn’t been convinced by Steve’s assurance that he did, in fact, respect cricket, because in the days since their apartment had been the setting of something that Steve thought might be akin to what living through the Cold War must have been like.

On Sunday, Peggy had very pointedly spent the afternoon watching a match between England and Australia while she carefully re-painted her nails. Steve had watched a little with her, in an attempt at reconciliation, but after two innings Peggy caught him scrolling through updates from a game between the Cubs and the Giants.

“Come on, Peg, it’s not that I don’t like cricket,” Steve said, “I just, you know, find baseball more exciting.”

Needlessly to say, it wasn’t the best of apologies.

On Monday he had come home to find a copy of Cricket for Dummies on his pillow, with several pages helpfully bookmarked.

On Tuesday, his pyjamas had all been replaced with cricket whites.

(Really, in some ways he had to give Peggy credit to committing so completely to this feud.)

But today was too much.

Steve stared as Peggy came to sit with him to watch the Mets game, and it took several moments to collect himself before the power of speech came back. Finally, he leaned forward, setting his drink on the table, and said in a voice thick with outrage, “Are you wearing a Yankees uniform?”

“Yes,” Peggy said airily, “I think it looks rather good, don’t you?”

“The Yankees, Peggy. This is is low.”

She gave him a flat stare, her lips curled into a sweet but utterly insincere smile. “Now, darling. It’s not that I don’t like the Mets. I just find the Yankees more exciting.”

A muscle twitched in Steve’s jaw.

“Are you really this upset?”

There was a pause.

“I used to play cricket with my brother and his friends. They kicked up a fuss about playing with a girl at first, but I was a better batsman than all of them, so they changed their minds pretty quickly. My father took Michael and me to matches on weekends. We took it very seriously.” Peggy glanced at him, and her smile this time was genuine and a little sheepish. “Maybe I went a bit far.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Maybe?”

“Alright, alright, I definitely did. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. And I’m sorry for insulting the noble tradition of cricket.”

Peggy laughed, then her smile became more playful and she nodded at the television. “Why don’t I make it up to you? Every time the Mets score, I’ll take part of this uniform off.”

“Now that,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss her, “I find very exciting.”

Baseball has perhaps more traditions than any other sport known to man. I began my own tradition 22 years ago when I read this poem to my 10-month-old daughter on Opening Day. I have read this poem to my kids every Opening Day since.

This poem was first published in the San Francisco Examiner on June 3rd, 1888.

Casey at the Bat
by Ernest Thayer

The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -
We’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they’d a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

michy??? out there scoring last minute winners for us?? fighting fifa on twitter?? calls himself batsman???? walking around in spongebob undies???? so high spirited and hardworking??? being an all around sunshine??? how can any1 hate this man @me i just want to tALK

DAY 3344

Jalsa, Mumbai                  May 24,  2017                 Wed 8:26 PM

I am but a slave of the Ef .. they dexterously and at times with their mental adroitness, which in portion is really the same worth in an English Dictionary, insist famously my hours of work and the paucity of rest .. 

Paying heed to such adamant demands from them, here we are at an abominable hour - yes abominable - because the ‘upper story’ has still not acclimatised itself to drafting thoughts so early in the night - penning down, without pen and ink, the Blog for the day ..

And why pray such intent ..?

There is a certain gentleman that has been the voice and choice of every Indian the world over, in his field, holding a screening of his film called ‘SACHIN’, and it will be an honour to be in his company and in his life through the film now on projection ..

The hour shall be late .. the morning call shall be early and the rest shall be limited if the procedure followed now shall be waited upon by the night after the film ..

A man that has struck a chord with not just every Indian, but indeed every Cricket playing nation in the world .. his glory has been the subject of inspiration and pride for us all in India .. for one that was put against the finest in the world at an age when you and I were still struggling to be able to stand on our feet effectively .. to not just stand with the greatest, but to implant in them the strength of his immense talent and skill, is not a historic moment, but one that moments’ history .. 

His command of the game is of course beyond all doubt .. but what has ever surprised me is his great understanding of the game of cricket ..

I had the good fortune to be in a cricket stadium, where both he and I watched a match between India and Pakistan in the famous Eden Gardens, Kolkata .. his predictions and his advice on the game every few minutes - where the next ball would be bowled, how the batsman would play what stroke, why the field set was wrong and why it was right.. and eventually his prediction of where the game was going, was simply unimaginable .. it was godlike .. !!

His simplicity and his humility are observed and have been observed a million times .. but to be the recipient of some of those moments, is truly a cherished desire of a lifetime .. 

I am honoured to know him .. but I am immensely humbled that he knows me !

Amitabh Bachchan

DAY 3333

Jalsa, Mumbai                  May 13/14,  2017                Sat/Sun 1:28 am

An errant lad this creator of the Blog .. lethargic in his attendance and in his outputs of the written word .. compelling the Ef to wonder why they must continue to be where they ought to be ..

So .. since apologies are unaccepted by they that give this platform the dignity and visibility of its existence, I shall seek none ..

Instead I wish to complete what perhaps could have looked like an incomplete attendance at class .. 

The IPL T20 Extra Innings interview .. sudden and honoured to be in the company of the great Sunil Gavaskar, one with whom there now exists a long and memorable association .. 

The first meeting in London, where they came as the India Team and were invited for dinner at Jaya’s Uncle’s home who worked with the BBC, and the subsequent ride in a friend’s sports car stuffed with the mighty talents of cricket at the time - 1973 - in a 2 seater, dropping them off at their Hotel .. to the wedding invite for his sister’s wedding to the dynamic Vishvanath at Shivaji Park and so many years of not forgetting each others birthday to date ..

Kapil Dev and Madan after their incredible victory in the 1983 World Cup .. my concert tour of the UK and USA, and inviting Kapil and Madan to the stage at Wembley and the roar of the audience when they appeared .. truly a recognition most deserving ..

Those very early years of University and Sherwood and the desire to see a live cricket match .. it was in Delhi, and yes at the Ferozshah Kotla ground, then not even remotely looking like the spanking stadium it is now .. a India Pakistan match and the likes of Fazal Mehmood, the green eyed handsome pace bowler, who had in an earlier contest in England bowled so superbly that the British media termed it with a headline - ‘England Fuzzled out’ - a pun on the first name of Fazal Mehmood .. that game with the likes of another great from Pakistan, Hanif Mohammed .. and the Captain of the day Polly Umrigar, putting on our own bowling sensation Ramakant Desai as soon a Hanif came to bat, for, if there was one person that Hanif was uncomfortable to face it was Ramakant Desai !! and yes he bowled him out on that day too ..

The West Indies stalwarts that came over during that time .. the massive bowling and batting giants - Hall, Griffith, Kanhai and many others .. the pace attack bowlers so aggressive and frighteningly fast that as they would start their run up it seemed as they would blow someone’s head off .. indeed they did .. of Nari Contractor our Captain .. that wonderful story of an opposing batsman coming in to bat, crossing the boundary line to enter the field to bat, finding one of those bowling West Indian greats, that had immensely long run ups, standing near the boundary line almost, ready to take the start of his over, and the new batsman entering the field going past him and wondering why he was standing there, so far away from his bowling wicket and the response from the bowler -

“ You shall soon find out “  … !! 

hehahaaah .. the bowlers run up used to start from a few minuscule feet away from the boundary line …

And then of course some other great thereafter - Chandu Borde, and Eknath Solkar and his prowess as the close in fielder .. Manjrekar and Ramchand and even before them the V’s - Vinu Mankad, Vijay Hazare, Vijay Merchant .. and the autographs sent to me by my Father from England, where he had gone to do his PhD in English Literature and the Indian community traditionally being invited at Buckingham Palace for an At Home .. the cricket team along with my Father being guests and my Father seeking the autograph of the players  ..

Those friendly charity cricket matches that the film industry played with the Indian Team .. that moment when I was bowling and the Umpire guiding me by telly me to bowl over the wicket and shorter .. and I looking at him with some dismay, as to why he was guiding me and me not liking being told like so .. and on disclosing my displeasure to another team member, he telling me off with :

“You absolute idiot .. that Umpire is the great Vinu Mankad “ ! and me not knowing where to hide my face from this spin bowling giant, Mr Mankad ..

Ahh .. the memory goes on for years and years .. right down to present times and Sachin and MS Dhoni and all the younger players that exhibit such tremendous energy and skills on the pitch .. MS Dhoni walking on to the set of ‘BaghBaan’ while I was shooting and all of us in absolute awe of the man ..

Hmmm .. the tales shall continue ..

Mother’s Day and other appointments with WHO .. and so much more .. later

Amitabh Bachchan

Harmanpreet Kaur: Indian Cricket's Powerpuff Girl
Harmanpreet Kaur has been slowly and gradually creating a name for herself as a big-hitting middle order batsman who could pack a punch in limited overs cricket. And the girl from Punjab produced the best knock of her career in the all important semi-final of the 2017 ICC Women’s World Cup against defending champions Australia.

Coming in to bat with the score at 35/2, Harmanpreet first repaired the damage done at the top of the innings by stringing a 66-run stand with skipper Mithali Raj. She then came into her own in the last 10 overs as she dispatched the Australian bowlers all around the park to notch up her third ODI century.

Harmanpreet’s strokeplay was of the highest quality as she played shots both on the on and off side of the wicket. The right-handed batswoman was lethal against the spinners as she displayed great footwork to dance down the track and hit some humongous shots.

She also became only the second Indian cricketer to post a total in excess of 150 as she ended the day with a superlative unbeaten knock of 171, which is the second highest individual score by an Indian in ODI cricket and the tied fifth highest overall.

Harmanpreet hit 20 boundaries and 7 huge sixes during her stay in the middle as she orchestrated a scathing attack on the heavyweight Australians.

Speaking after her knock Harmanpreet said that she wanted to make the most of the opportunity as she didn’t get a lot of balls to bat earlier in the tournament.

“I was hitting the ball well and wanted to take the responsibility of taking the team to a big total,” Harmanpreet said.

Harmanpreet, who made her ODI debut in the year 2009 has been an integral part of the Indian team for close to a decade now. She made history earlier this year by becoming the first Indian cricketer to feature in a foreign Twenty20 cricket tournament after she was named in the 13-member squad for the Sydney Thunder franchise in the Women’s Big Bash League.

In July 2016, Harmanpreet Kaur created history as she became the first Indian player to be signed up for the Big Bash League. She was also named Sydney Thunder’s Women’s Player of the Year award for the second season of the Women’s Big Bash League.

During her time with the franchise, Kaur played in 13 matches and scored 296 runs at an impressive average of 59 and a strike-rate of 116.