The often humorous adventures of a roguish anti-hero of low social degree living by his wits in a corrupt society
31 December 2016
Liverpool Beats Manchester...City
30 December 2016
Ana Ivanovic Retires
Moana
29 December 2016
RIP Debbie Reynolds
Paterson
28 December 2016
Toni Erdmann
27 December 2016
RIP Carrie Fisher
Silence
25 December 2016
RIP George Michael
Cavaliers Beat Warriors 2016 Xmas
23 December 2016
20th Century Women
22 December 2016
Roger Federer NYT Interview
Dude @christophclarey you gave me a heart attack with that headline: "...The End"?! Excellent #Federer interview! http://ow.ly/EKml307j2pq
21 December 2016
Julieta
20 December 2016
India Thrashes England in Home Test Series 2016
19 December 2016
Allied
18 December 2016
Steelers Beat Bengals
Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
17 December 2016
Clive Lloyd Interview
In my house growing up #CliveLloyd was the *original* #CaptainFantastic! :-) Fantastic interview by @ListerProd: http://ow.ly/Z0DN307d4ZL
16 December 2016
Neruda
#Neruda: A meta-biopic that kinda demystifies, deconstructs and deifies the legend at the same time…so another #Larrain? :-) Cast is aces.
RIP Craig Sager
14 December 2016
RIP Alan Thicke
The Handmaiden
11 December 2016
Steelers Beat the Bills
Liverpool Bad Draw vs. West Ham United
10 December 2016
RIP John Glenn
08 December 2016
Adoree' Jackson Wins Jim Thorpe Award
07 December 2016
RIP Margaret Whitton
06 December 2016
RIP Jayalalithaa
Nocturnal Animals
05 December 2016
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
02 December 2016
RIP Andrew Sachs
Nico Rosberg Retires
Jackie
01 December 2016
RIP Joe McKnight
R Ashwin Profile
29 November 2016
Del Potro Helps Argentina Win Davis Cup
Arrival
28 November 2016
The Edge of Seventeen
26 November 2016
USC Manhandles Notre Dame
25 November 2016
Peter Debruge Lion Takedown
Lion
24 November 2016
Steelers Hammer Colts
Steven Gerrard Retires
23 November 2016
Rules Don't Apply
20 November 2016
Steelers Beat Browns
Andy Murray Beats Djokovic to Cement No. 1
19 November 2016
RIP Sharon Jones
18 November 2016
Divines
16 November 2016
Presidential Medal Of Freedom Honorees 2016
.@POTUS just named the 21 recipients of this year's Presidential Medal of Freedom. Check out the full list here: go.wh.gov/EzRYBq
15 November 2016
Corey Seager and Dave Roberts Win Awards
14 November 2016
RIP Gwen Ifill
13 November 2016
Steelers Lose Heartbreaker to Cowboys
India Draws with England 2016 Test 1
12 November 2016
Manchester by the Sea
11 November 2016
Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk
10 November 2016
RIP Leonard Cohen
RIP Raoul Coutard
My Life as a Zucchini
09 November 2016
Hacksaw Ridge
08 November 2016
Kamal's Harris First Indian-American Senator
07 November 2016
Confederates in the Attic
South Africa Comes Back to Beat Australia
06 November 2016
LA Galaxy Out of Playoffs / Liverpool on Top
Dominika Cibulkova Wins WTA Finals 2016
Andy Murray Becomes No. 1
Steelers Lose to Ravens (Again)
05 November 2016
California Chrome Loses Breeders Cup 2016
Loving
04 November 2016
Doctor Strange
03 November 2016
The Eagle Huntress
02 November 2016
Article: AFM: Oscars Offerings Replace Genre Movies as Indie Industry Struggles - The Hollywood Reporter
- The Hollywood Reporter
https://apple.news/AkAMjvsreQpuXr7ebAss4kA
Cleveland Indians Deserve New Major League Movie
Cubs (Finally) Win World Series!
01 November 2016
Ray Allen Retires
28 October 2016
Fire at Sea
27 October 2016
The Girl on the Train
25 October 2016
LeBron James Triple-Double First Game of Season
Arian Foster Retires
23 October 2016
Adam Vinatieri Breaks NFL Record
22 October 2016
Mike Greenberg Should Give Kershaw a Break
Dodgers Lose to Cubs 2016 NLCS Gm. 6
Keeping Up With the Joneses
21 October 2016
Moonlight
20 October 2016
LA Sparks Win WNBA Title
Dodgers Lose to Cubs 2016 NLCS Gm. 5
19 October 2016
Dodgers Lose to Cubs 2016 NLCS Gm. 4
The Accountant
18 October 2016
Rich Hill Beats Cubs 2016 NLCS Gm. 3
Certain Women
17 October 2016
American Honey
16 October 2016
Kershaw Beats the Cubs
Steelers Lose to Dolphins
15 October 2016
Do Not Resist
14 October 2016
The Weeknd - False Alarm
#FalseAlarm - best song @BlocParty never did or #HardcoreHenry sequel you didn't realise you wanted?! @theweeknd http://ow.ly/4CPZ305cA0w
Christine
13 October 2016
Dodgers Beat Nationals to Win NLDS
Se Ri Pak Retires
12 October 2016
David Ortiz (Big Papi) Retires
10 October 2016
RIP Andrjez Wajda
09 October 2016
Steelers Beat Jets
07 October 2016
The Birth of a Nation
06 October 2016
Rangana Herath Article
05 October 2016
Celeb Sighting: David Walton
04 October 2016
India Beats New Zealand at Eden Gardens
03 October 2016
Dick Enberg Retires
Deepwater Horizon
02 October 2016
Steelers Thrash Chiefs
USA Wins Ryder Cup 2016
28 September 2016
The Age of Shadows
27 September 2016
The Magnificent Seven
26 September 2016
RIP Arnold Palmer
25 September 2016
Vin Scully Retires
Jose Fernandez Dies
24 September 2016
Kevin Garnett Retires
23 September 2016
Tanna
21 September 2016
RIP Curtis Hanson
19 September 2016
London Road
18 September 2016
Steelers Beat Bengals
17 September 2016
RIP Edward Albee
16 September 2016
Del Potro Beats Andy Murray in Epic Davis Cup Match
15 September 2016
Ramnaresh Sarwan Retires
14 September 2016
Sania Mirza New Yorker Article
Yup, @marypilon is right, #Sania #Mirza is a trailblazer for #IND both on and off the court Nice article #SaniaMirza http://ow.ly/HUMM3046VRj
13 September 2016
Sing Street
12 September 2016
DeAngelo Williams Plays Well in Steelers Win
Sully
11 September 2016
Wawrinka Backhand / Djokovic Rejection by Fans
Wawrinka Upsets Djokovic to Win US Open 2016
Postcards From Gander: 9-11 15 Years Later
If it’s one thing I have come to realize in my advancing years, it’s that time moves fast, very fast. And sadly, as it moves inexorably to the, well, I don’t want to get too morose here, but as it moves towards whatever it is that it moves to, it also starts to fade. Experiences that were so vivid and immediate tend to fade, and this fading accelerates the more that time advances.
It is, therefore, perhaps not that difficult to believe then that it has already been 10 years since that day when the world that we knew changed forever. It is also not that difficult to believe that the images, the, sounds, the everything from that day, once so overwhelming and inescapable, have also begun to fade, splintering into fragments scattered around your mind, coming into sharp focus when you least expect it, retreating when you try to grab at them.
What has not faded, however, are the emotions, all of them, from that day.
I fell asleep, like I normally did during my grad student days at USC, on the couch in Los Angeles. My clock radio came on, like it normally did, in the early morning. I was planning to doze in and out while listening to my radio, like I normally did, but something was different. From my half-awake state I could make out the sounds of sirens and chaos and a breathless reporter talking about something. For a split second I thought that this was a cruel update of that legendary Orson Welles “The War of the Worlds” radio broadcast, that’s how bewildering it all seemed at the time. Grudgingly, I managed to get off the couch and switch the TV on.
I was awake now.
It was impossible to comprehend what was being shown to me. It just did not seem possible that what was happening was happening. I just sat there, letting it all wash over me, too overwhelmed to react in any way.
Then it dawned on me that my father was supposed to fly into New York and head straight into work at the UN building that morning.
At this point it was still difficult to know exactly what was going on. We knew that the Towers had been attacked and there were other hijacked planes in the air. We had no idea if it the entire country was under attack. Nothing was certain, nothing made sense.
I tried calling my sister in Bayside, Queens. I couldn't get through. I tried calling my father's cellphone. I couldn't get through. I tried calling my mother's cellphone. I couldn't get through. I called my grandmother in Calcutta. I couldn’t get through. I called my other grandmother in Calcutta. I couldn’t get through. I called my aunt in Liverpool. This time I got through.
My aunt knew that my mother was on a plane flying from Delhi to Calcutta. She did not know much beyond that. She said she would call my grandmother in Calcutta.
I called my ex-girlfriend (who would soon after go back to being my girlfriend, my fiancee, and then my wife) at her place in downtown Los Angeles. I told her what was happening. I was happy she was safe, but those buildings downtown could be a target. Perhaps she would consider joining me?
At this point in time the only thing I knew was that my sister was somewhere in New York, my mother was somewhere between Delhi and Calcutta, and my father was...somewhere.
The doorbell rang. My heart leapt. It was my future wife. I didn't want to be alone. I felt better now that she was there.
Another phone call. This time it was my aunt. She had spoken to my grandmother. My mother was indeed on her way to Calcutta, but since she was on a plane, no one could get a hold of her. Apparently, she had seen my father off earlier. He was, apparently, en route to New York. Except we had no idea if he had landed, if he was in the UN building, or if he was in Europe still waiting for his connecting flight.
My friend Shubho called from Orange County. His father had been visiting the UN when it happened. Everyone within the UN had been safely evacuated, so if my father had indeed been there he would be safe.
I tried my sister again. Miraculously, even though we had been told that the phone lines were jammed, I got through! She was in Bayside. She wanted to go check on her friends in Manhattan. No! Before I could help it I was yelling at her, telling her that everything was falling to pieces, nothing was working, that the safest place for her to be was at home. There was a silence on the other end and I felt terrible. She was out there all by herself, no family, no friends, and no idea if she would have them again. For once, I tried not be an overbearing older brother and instruct her on what to do. This time, I tried to comfort her and reason with her. She should stay where she was and once we knew that everything was safe, she could then go out and try to see how her friends were doing. I would let her know as soon as we heard from our parents. It's funny, she said, the last time we were all together we went to have drinks at Windows on the World.
My friend Toad called me from Greenwich Village, Manhattan. He had walked back to his dorm room after classes had been cancelled at NYU. He was there with our friend Sud, who had been evacuated from 7 World Trade Center. I was stunned, Sud had been there, right in the middle of it all, and he had found his way back to a friend. The phone lines were unreliable and Toad had more calls to make, but he assured me that while they were both not terribly sound, they were, nonetheless, safe.
My future wife's sister called her from Northern Virginia. She had been at the Pentagon when it happened, but had managed to get to safety. She was shaken up but all right. She had been one of the lucky ones.
Slowly, through the mist of all this uncertainty and fear, connections were starting to be re-established. Some of our loved ones were safe, the uncertainty and fear were beginning, ever so slightly, to recede.
I called my aunt to tell her my sister was safe. The message was relayed to my grandmother.
A short while later my aunt called me to tell me that my mother had called her from my grandmother's in Calcutta. She had reached safely. She was happy to hear that my sister was safe. She had checked and my father had indeed made his connection in Europe. I told her that if he had landed and made his way to UN he would have been safe.
So we sat there, my future wife and I. Trying, if not to make sense of what was happening, but at the very least be of some small comfort to each other.
My mother kept calling my aunt who, in turn, kept calling me, but there weren't any more updates. I couldn't get through to the airlines, I couldn't get through to the UN, I couldn't even get through to my sister any more.
The uncertainty and fear were beginning to come back.
And then, just like that, the phone rang.
It was my father.
He was speaking softly. He was all right. He had borrowed a fellow passenger's cellphone and didn't have much time because everyone was trying to contact their families. He was still on the plane. They had landed in a place called Gander, which was in a place called Newfoundland, which was, as it turned out, in Canada. He didn't have much information beyond that. Most importantly, he was safe.
Those were the happiest phone calls I have ever had to make. My aunt was thrilled to hear the news. She called me back to tell me that my mother, my grandmother, my other grandmother were all just as thrilled. It took me multiple tries, but I managed to get through to my sister, who was also thrilled. As it turns out, my sister is also a strong, independent-minded woman, and once she had gotten her bearings she would make it out to Union Square via Flushing, Astoria, the bus, the 7-train, the subway, the streets, and find a temporary solace in the company of her friends and the larger grieving Lower Manhattan community that would gather there to take that first tentative step towards healing.
Everyone was still in shock, but for our family, selfishly, we were beginning to deal with what happened. The uncertainty and the fear did give way to melancholy and an awful sadness. But for us there was also gratitude. We were the lucky ones.
The phone became central to our lives for next few days. My father called us from Appleton, which was a few miles away from Gander. The passengers from about 45 diverted flights were being housed at a school gymnasium after having been kept on the landed planes at an abandoned military airfield for the first 24 hours. They were also being fed, clothed, bathed, serenaded, and taken care of by complete strangers. These strangers, the people of Appleton/Gander, did everything they could to buoy the spirits of these passengers, so they did not feel as alone. If the passengers needed anything, anything at all, they would give them the shirts off their back, literally (in my father's case it was socks, shorts, a couple of polo shirts, a moose-sighting trip, even a commemorative souvenir from the local golf course).
The airlines were, on the other hand, no help at all. But, as it often happens when you put groups of people together in difficult circumstances, they banded together to find solutions. Some of them managed to fly across to Detroit, hop into a rented car, and then drive through straight to New York. My mother (nervously, she would later admit), would fly back from visiting my grandmother once they started allowing international flights. I would fly back during Thanksgiving (sitting next to some nuns who were going to minister to the First Responders; I still have the rosaries they gave me, right there on my desk, I see them everyday). I would see my father and my mother and my sister and my future wife and her sister (and even Toad and Sud). We were together again.
Later that year, when we were all slowly getting back on our feet, with slowly being the operative word, I found a postcard that had been buried under a mountain of to-do items. It was from my father. He had sent it during his time at Appleton/Gander. It said he was having a wonderful time there (even during the worst of times he always managed to sound unfailingly reassuring), he was trying to figure out what to do next, but it was incredible how warm and welcoming the locals were, and how it continued to amaze him that it was in the worst of times that the best of humanity revealed itself. He was deeply touched by this kindness of people he had never met before and would probably never see again, and he would not forget it for as long as he lived.
I was stunned. My father was, like most fathers, a fairly stolid, unsentimental, solid oak tree of a man. For him to be so open about his feelings, to his son, was unexpected (he has softened considerably since then; time affects us all). A lot had happened on that day, and we were all still trying to work through what it meant, what it would mean, I guess we were still trying to work through everything. I realized that perhaps more than anything, I was grateful. I was grateful for being able to connect with my little family across 5 cities, 4 countries, 3 continents when it seemed like all connections were being torn apart. I was grateful that I was able to re-connect with the woman who would go on to become my wife and become part of my family and I of hers. I was grateful for being able to connect with my friends. But most of all, I was grateful for that community half a world away, that community that came together to take care of perfect strangers and become a family that provided shelter for my father.
We were the lucky ones.