tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259456428348547292024-03-14T11:27:30.198-07:00expressions unrestrictedAs the title suggests, this blog is about expression in any and every form .You shall not see strict adherence to any theme or pattern. Because i feel that expression and creativity are arbid and random, just like our thoughts. Expressions Unrestricted depicts my thoughts, in any form i desire, it could be poetry, photography ,painting ,an article or another form not yet known to me. I hope you enjoy dwelling into this randomness as much as i enjoy creating it:)Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-35912840840955681032014-06-28T06:11:00.001-07:002014-06-28T06:11:41.584-07:00Life After Death....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Could there be life after death?<br />
And what life would it be?<br />
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Would it be controlled as we live it?<br />
Or would it be carefree?<br />
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Would love actually matter then?<br />
Or would it be the same like now; as n when?<br />
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Would peace at last find it's relevance?<br />
Or would we still humiliate it's essence?<br />
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Would humanity be true to it's nature?<br />
Or would it still be the hypocritical lie<br />
Of hollow stature?<br />
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Would compassion remain to be the virtue of a few?<br />
Or would it be the core of our being?<br />
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Would religion continue to be the ruler?<br />
Or would emotions be the guide to actions and feelings?<br />
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Would vices still be judged?<br />
Or would morality stop reigning?<br />
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Would happiness confirm it's place within?<br />
Or would the materialistic mask continue feigning?<br />
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Would death still be the supreme fear?<br />
Or would life finally find it's meaning?<br />
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Could there be life after death?<br />
Pray not like the one we are living....<br />
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As I sit with my hands folded and head bowed,<br />
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I cannot help but question the relevance of it all,<br />
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The hymns, the verses, this language of god,<br />
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Bloodied bodies and brandished swords,<br />
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Blind faith in the unseen,love for humanity a lost cause,<br />
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Dictated way of life,reason and logic a blasphemous thought,<br />
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A mirage of hope, eyes shut to reality,<br />
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Trust placed on a stone, the lust for immortality<br />
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An escape plan from miseries anguish and pain,<br />
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An attempt to evade life, ultimately lost in vain,<br />
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Following another's preaching, killing your inner call,<br />
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I cannot help but question the relevance of it all....<br />
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He woke up one morning and left it all,<br />
The car, the job and money galore.....<br />
Walked away into oblivion,<br />
through winter and fall,<br />
unaware of what he will now be living for.<br />
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Saying,<br />
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"This isn't what I want,<br />
this life that I live, with lies<br />
all around and pretentious happiness<br />
of a world that constantly cribs.<br />
This isn't what I want,<br />
these set of rules, the life of a robot,<br />
that runs on fuel.<br />
This isn't what I want,<br />
this constant stress, of either making it big<br />
or living in distress.<br />
This isn't what I want,<br />
To be ruled by money, to either be rich and loved<br />
or one day be told 'Goodbye Honey!"<br />
This isn't what I want,<br />
every night wanting to scream, fighting the suffocation<br />
of living another's dreams.<br />
This isn't what I want,<br />
To die like this, living a life so empty,<br />
with its essence amiss...."<br />
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When they asked:<br />
"Do you know what you want??"<br />
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He said......<br />
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"No! I don't!"<br />
"I don't know what I want and I might never know,<br />
But I do know what I don't want,<br />
and that's enough for me to go.<br />
So I wake up this morning,<br />
to leave it all,<br />
The car,the job and the money galore,<br />
Walking away into oblivion,through winter and fall,<br />
unaware of what I will now be living for........"<br />
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मर के उसी मे मिल जाते हैं ,<br />
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एक पत्थर को पूजकर पाते हैं सुकून ,<br />
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पर इंसानों के साथ इंसानियत भूल जाते हैं ,<br />
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आगे बढ़ने का होता है यों जूनून ,<br />
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कि अपनों का भी दामन छोड़ जाते हैं ,<br />
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कैसी अजीब है इंसानो कि फितरत ,<br />
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अंजानी चाहतों के पीछे भागने मै मशगूल ,<br />
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ज़िन्दगी का हाथ थामे बिना ,<br />
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Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-79176931771699251112011-11-13T13:29:00.000-08:002011-11-14T12:59:30.932-08:00Kahi se phir...............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65-o7tWgVIdR3Ww3fTGWiFMFOqvOJbTd1qm793Hf8k9RnGK-LBwkLdk2Xl-sdOZBTov-kU1LYd6QJPclo-QP5m6g1IQPrtv-jdqR8x3frERz-TmuocED3JqxUWTd7yCHMq2rtFNQKp0ls/s1600/hope1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65-o7tWgVIdR3Ww3fTGWiFMFOqvOJbTd1qm793Hf8k9RnGK-LBwkLdk2Xl-sdOZBTov-kU1LYd6QJPclo-QP5m6g1IQPrtv-jdqR8x3frERz-TmuocED3JqxUWTd7yCHMq2rtFNQKp0ls/s640/hope1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
कही से फिर रात काली चादर ओढ़े आई ,<br />
फिर से सोए गम के बादलों ने ली अंगड़ाई ,<br />
एक और बार सुहानी शाम का दामन छूटा,<br />
कही से फिर एक छोटा सा अरमान टूटा,<br />
फिर से दिल ने थोड़ी सी धड़कन बढाई,<br />
एक और बार डर ने हौले से दस्तक लगाई,<br />
कही से फिर ख्वाइशो मे लिपटा हौसला थोडा लडखडाया,<br />
फिर से पलकों ने अधूरे सपनो की कुछ बूँदें बहाई,<br />
एक और बार जब कोहरा चारो तरफ से उमड़ के आया,<br />
फिर से उम्मीद ने अपनी लौ थोड़ी सी बुझाई ,<br />
पर जब जब ज़िन्दगी ने खुद को इस अँधेरे में अकेला पाया,<br />
आने वाली सुबह के ख्याल से,<br />
कही से फिर होटों पे एक हलकी सी मुस्कान आई ......................<span id="goog_1048712214"></span><span id="goog_1048712215"></span><br />
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Every time I have a Delhi vs Mumbai debate, my match winning point is SAFETY. Since years, as a Mumbaikar I have taken great pride in the fact that 'The Maximum' City is one of the safest in the country.But a recent spate of incidences have drooped my shoulders a bit " Go out at 3 am in Mumbai and you will still reach home safe" does not sound as convincing any more.<br />
The gang rape of an 18 year old girl and the shooting of a journalist in broad day light are crimes that made to the news papers, but there are some that never get reported. Like the incident that happened with a group of youngsters in the wee hours of the morning of 24th June. At around 12:45 am Friday June 24th, a group of five aged between 20 -22 (2 girls and 3 boys) were driving on the Andheri Link road en route Bandra when they were sharply overtaken by a Skoda. A potential accident was averted and as a reflex one of the boys showed his middle finger to the man behind the wheels of the other car. Suddenly the Skoda took a sharp turn and came to a halt right in front of the young group's car, the driver got out and asked the boys to step out of their car. Upon getting out, the boy who showed the middle finger was caught by the collar with a revolver pointing at him and told "Do you know who I am? Do you see this? Now show me that finger again!" After being abused and forced to apologize repeatedly at gun point, the boys were finally asked to leave. Too shaken to even inform the police, the boys just rushed home only to endure a sleepless night!<br />
This incident gets me to question this' so called' sense of safety we believe in. Is it for real or is it just a mirage? The car's number plate was in Marathi and it proudly displayed a saffron flag, clearly indicating that it belonged to the Government/Shiv Sena/MNS or another Hindu fundamentalist outfit which gets me to my second question : If a government/political party's car carries goons, then should we not be ashamed of calling ourselves a 'safe city?'. The state of law and order in Bihar was labelled as ' Jungle Raj' because of similar reasons, people would roam on the streets with revolvers in their pockets and shoot at whim. Is that where Mumbai is heading? Not far is the day when Pakistan might turn back and say : Our 10 men did, what your own citizens do on a regular basis!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Mumbaikars are lauded for their resilience, but incidences like these make me wish we didn't have such good shock absorbers. This stray incident came to my notice, there might be many like these going completely unnoticed. Is this city of dreams really a place where you can dream fearlessly or is Mumbai becoming Delhi? It's time the Maharashtra government pulled up its socks and paid attention to more important things than playing snakes and ladders with the legal drinking age as Mumbai needs to save its reputation, and I as a proud Mumbaikar never want to loose the Mumbai vs another Indian city debate....EVER!! </div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-32162265055642025632011-04-17T02:52:00.000-07:002011-04-17T02:52:11.512-07:00Tanu Weds Manu - And we have to endure it!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kV23Sf4SQJtT6q3wmp9U9ljCVspluUKXbT1Cif44nr0fhEKbZmp5NKd5cBYIIvEb2seb2nyWSU-apslVXCYHBcSDpincN6rW1XLYE4Fbym5eTLrIEyKGZ1f0oS661kj34MZeFFTjHDOq/s1600/Tanu-Weds-Manu-First-look1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kV23Sf4SQJtT6q3wmp9U9ljCVspluUKXbT1Cif44nr0fhEKbZmp5NKd5cBYIIvEb2seb2nyWSU-apslVXCYHBcSDpincN6rW1XLYE4Fbym5eTLrIEyKGZ1f0oS661kj34MZeFFTjHDOq/s640/Tanu-Weds-Manu-First-look1.jpg" width="441" /></a></div><!--[if !mso]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Only if every man was Manu, and no girl on this planet had even a hint of Tanu!’ Director Anand L Rai’s romantic comedy Tanu weds Manu celebrates ‘Arranged Marriages’ and so undoubtedly it will be liked. Because Indians love weddings and everything associated with weddings; the pomp, the show, the confusion, the emotions, jewellery, shopping, <i>gaana bajana</i>, basically the entire paraphernalia.<br />
So, the story is not exclusive. In fact it’s a story written and told ever since movies were being made.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">We will break it down in easy steps for you –<br />
1. Boy – Shy, reserved, educated, docile, loner meets girl for arranged marriage falls in love<br />
2. Girl – Brash, loud, extrovert, rebellious carefree loves another man asks the boy to buzz off<br />
3. Boy – Continues to love her and bumps into her at a friends wedding<br />
4. Girl – Starts liking the boy too but still loves the other man<br />
5. Boy- Dejected, waits, waits and waits<br />
6. Girl – Finally realizes she loves the boy, dumps the other man<br />
7. Other man – Villain who in the end displays his humane side<br />
8. Boy weds Girl and both live happily ever after</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The End</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cliché? Well no one promised it would be any different. But there is something that sets Tanu weds Manu apart from the others of the same genre and that is the treatment of the film, the dialogues and some good performances. Despite some extremely melodramatic scenes the movie does manage to capture your interest till the end.<br />
Madhavan as Manu, the shy introvert doctor from London is endearing tad over weight, yet that slight chubbiness makes his character seem more real. A normal middle class Indian male is seldom your quintessential ‘Greek God’, and therefore it is easier to relate Madhavan, to Manu your archetypal Indian good boy. Deepak Dobriyal who plays the role of Pappi, Manu’s best friend is outstanding. He is every bit the typical lad from western U.P, loud, brash, loyal and comical. Manu and Pappi together have given some extremely funny scenes. Tanu aka Kangan Ranaut is a fine actress but in urgent need of speech therapy, diction classes or simply tongue transplant! Despite her vivacity, her performance as the young, wild, rebellious Tanu fails to leave a mark. On the contrary, Swara Bhaskar who plays the role of her best friend, delivers a far better performance. She plays the role of a level headed Bihari girl with conviction, even getting the accent right. Jimmy Shergill as the pseudo villain Raja is passé, the hit and miss role did not demand the performance of a life time as it is. Though it is sad to see a talent like him gone waste.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">In a nut shell Tanu weds Manu is a light film, with no social message or impact what so ever. There is nothing different about the film, in fact some scenes are so over the top that they end up being a little difficult to digest, if these little hitches are ignored, it still makes for an enjoyable experience. Watch it if you have a weekend to kill and are in mood for some mindless light entertainment.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://delicious.com/post?url=http://www.cinemaaonline.com/uncategorized/tanu-weds-manu-and-we-have-to-bother&title=Tanu+weds+Manu+-+And+we+have+to+bother%21" target="_blank" title="Share this on del.icio.us"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></a> </span></div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-59833692411534445422011-04-03T03:56:00.000-07:002011-04-04T00:15:15.845-07:00Letter To A TITAN.............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Dear Mr Dhoni,<br />
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I am not a cricket fanatic and never considered cricket to be a religion. The last world cup I followed was in the year 1996 when Ajay Jadeja had thrashed Waqar Yunis of Pakistan for four sixes in an over, but the defeat at Eden Gardens(Kolkatta) shattered a 13 year old's dreams of India winning the world cup. I was 13 then and I am 28 now, times changed, teams changed, matches were played but I was indifferent. Then came a phase where there were a series of allegations against the players for fixing matches and that was the last nail in the coffin for me. According to me Indian Cricket did not deserve all the attention it got and the Indian cricketers were definitely not the Demi Gods they were made out to be. I could never understand why was cricket equivalent to religion in India, and could never fathom what was the 'Indian Cricket Mania' all about , until the night of 2nd April 2011! That fateful night answered all my questions and made me wish if it was possible to make cricket THE only religion in India. That night I experienced euphoria,pride,patriotism,and felt united with my country and its people like never before. Everywhere I looked I could sense similar emotions, it was as if a set of emotions were being passed through a xerox machine over and over again.. People from all walks of life belonging to diff religions,caste, creed and regions were celebrating being an INDIAN! For that moment no one was different, everyone was one, everything was one, the emotions,the tears of joy,the rapture, was all one and it was all for one reason...INDIA! 2nd April made me realize what it means to win as a NATION!<br />
I want to thank you and your army of eleven men for making a 28 year old woman feel as hopeful and innocently passionate as a 13 year old girl again, for instilling a belief that not every man can be bribed, for making her realize why cricket is CRICKET in India, for giving 1.24 billion people a reason to forget their individual identities and unite as a country to celebrate, and for making the world get up and see that leaders indeed are made of a different metal altogether.<br />
I was not born when India won its Independence, but for me 2nd April 2011 was as close as I could get to feeling what those alive on 15th August 1947 would have felt. I want to thank you for making me feel nothing else but just an INDIAN again!<br />
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Immense Respect<br />
Mayuri Sinha<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FROM A BOY TO A MAN<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">CONQUESTS OF A YOUNG MIND<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WHO SAYS WE CANT TOUCH THE SUN:)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ATYPICAL INDIAN STREET<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MUMBAI AND FREEDOM<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BRIDGE YOUR HEARTS SIMILARLY<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LIFE IN A METRO<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">VANITY<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BOOKS AND SPECS =INTELLIGENCE? PSEUDO:)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ITS BEHIND BARS FOR THEM PERPETUALLY<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I LINK LAND VIA SEA<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WATER WATER EVERYWHERE NOT A DROP TO DRINK<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MARINE DRIVE AND THE SETTING SUN<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING AT?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TOWN</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">IS THERE REALLY ANYTHING KNOWN AS HAUNTED OR IS IT JUST AS WE SEE IT</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">NATIONAL INTEGRATION<br />
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<div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> Somebody please tell me Makrand Deshpande was suffering from chronic alcoholism while making this movie, because that would be the sole reason I would cut him some slack.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">The only reason my heart,head and feet agreed to watch SRKBTKH (the abbreviation would give Karan Johar a complex) was because it was directed by Makrand Deshpande . A renowned theater actor/director, some of his plays have been quite exemplary and therefore I got lured into believing that his film would follow suit. But alas, i was in for huge disappointment. Because the movie was not just bad it was VERY BAD!</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">So, picture this : I reach the ticket counter and when I start saying the name of the movie, it takes me two minutes to finally say the full name followed by a smirk from the guy selling the ticket. That was my first cue, that i should just turn and run but then the movie buff in me said ” What would this fool sitting behind the counter know about cinema anyway, he s dismissing it just because the movie has a funny name! ” So, I took the ticket and went inside the theater where I got my second cue : The theater had just three people including me! But again the eternal optimist in me said “Most of the people would not watch it because it is a small budget film, and not as hyped” and so I sat on my seat awaiting a treat in the name of cinema. Instead what I got was a cinema aficionado’s nightmare. After the first fifteen minutes the only reason I sat through the entire movie was because as a’ responsible movie buff’, I had to write this review to prevent my compatriots from making the same mistake.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">The movie is the story of Laali ( Preetika) who lives in a shanty in Mumbai and sells flowers at the traffic signals for a living. One day Laali bumps into Shah Rukh Khan at one of the signals and he tells her that she is beautiful. This one compliment brings about an entire paradigm shift in her life. She starts ignoring he ex flame John, who in turn is being ardently pursued by Champa, the local prostitute. But John loves Laali and Laali post the compliment becomes as staunch a devotee of Shah Rukh Khan as Meera was of Lord Krishna. She starts treating SRK as god, and has this belief that he would save her from any adversity in life. In between all of this there is a small time ‘bhai’ (Makrand Deshpandey) who tries to force John to marry Champa ( the prostitute) and a journalist who wants to make a story on Laali’s life. If I were to draw parallels between SBKHT and another movie I’d say it is the most skewed version of Devdas, with Paro becoming the ‘Devdasi’ of SRK and chandramukhi (champa) trying to kill Paro to win Devdas’s (John) affection</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">In a nut shell, the movie is about the effect of cinema and film stars on the lives of small timers. It tries to explore the psyche of your archetypal bollywood fan who keeps his favourite movie star next to and at times even at par with god. Interesting perspective I agree, but the treatment is completely flawed. Considering the fact that it is a small budget film, I was not expecting brilliant cinematography or out of the world camera work but i was expecting a gripping narration, crisp editing, display of some brilliant performances and a lot of depth and substance. Unfortunately, I got none. The acting was below average, Laali at times seems too polished to be a flower seller living in the slums of Mumbai, John her lover has a constant dead pan expression on his face and Champa the prostitute is far too over the top. Makrand Deshpande paints a dismal picture as the local ‘BHAI’. Rather than looking macho he looks funny, especially the fight sequences. Never in the history of Indian or World cinema has a quintessential ‘bhai’ been so scrawny,and it is funny and highly unrealistic to watch him beat up four men at a time. The narration is weak and does not follow a thread, by the end of it you wonder what was the director trying to do? and one of the reasons the narration seemed poor was bad editing. The editing made the movie jerky and rough most of times and at times too slow. That explains why I slept off in the middle for ten minutes or so. In my opinion Makrand Deshpanday faltered because he tried to incorporate everything into one film, he tried to make it meaningful and realistic with all the commercial flavours induced. The result quite obviously was a complete hotchpotch. What could have been made into an outstanding film, turned out to be a director’s feeble and disastrous attempt at trying to make meaningful cinema.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Despite the movie being a disaster, the entire experience did teach me a few things.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">a) If the guy at the ticket counter of a movie theaters smirks when you take the movies name: Without batting an eyelid go for another movie, this one is surely disastrous.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">b) If there are few people in the theater to watch a film, it is not because the ones who decided to skip it are foolish, on the contrary the ones who have decided to see it are!</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">c) Every small budget film is not good and therefore need not be promoted only because it is small and needs to be encouraged.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">d) Reviewing movies is not such a cool job after all, enduring a bad film just because you have to review it can be as bad as getting tortured by the Japanese.</div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Despite my warnings and sharing of my learnings if you still decide to give this movie a shot, then please do review it as well. I’d love to read it!</div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-30395305667453846062010-11-03T07:42:00.000-07:002010-11-05T14:01:06.413-07:00Those Kind Wrinkled Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3ipW_ZxYF4c5jXuRxIdbfhn_WZYZf_npSMu3g1clxl7URVp6Ija14XsIdrmRTGQ61JJ9qHC_UK2bpFDayI6uORduHfzV8Whwk3ro63WS3pUNHTlYDB9SsZhFcisWLCpHrqD4MHV_QZMN/s1600/27314_385026317467_621767467_5202371_4949047_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3ipW_ZxYF4c5jXuRxIdbfhn_WZYZf_npSMu3g1clxl7URVp6Ija14XsIdrmRTGQ61JJ9qHC_UK2bpFDayI6uORduHfzV8Whwk3ro63WS3pUNHTlYDB9SsZhFcisWLCpHrqD4MHV_QZMN/s1600/27314_385026317467_621767467_5202371_4949047_n.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
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when drawn deep into my thoughts,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">post a gloomy day,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">introspecting on life ,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">and its anomalous ways,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">head cast down,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">feeling an abstruse load bear upon my spine<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I would slowly look up,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">and a gaze accosted mine,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">tender yet wise,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">affectionate sans any vice,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">suddenly my face,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">would break into a smile,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">as I looked into, those kind wrinkled eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">They seemed to,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">tell a story,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">of the times gone by,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">the saga of a lifetime,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">concealed from you and I,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">narrating countless memoirs,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">of life's short spells,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">small spurts of happiness,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">followed by afflictions from hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">That gaze spelled naivete,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">of an innocent child,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">the passion, hunger and zest,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">of youth gone wild.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">exuding strength acquired<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"> through years of toil,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">maturity inducing calmness,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">under circumstances that make,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">young blood boil.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Those eyes were</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"> pools of sapience,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">wisdom,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">no book can teach,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">attained through life's experiences ,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">and not from what saints preach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">an expression,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">begging forgiveness<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">for all acts of vice,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">in turn sending a message:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">nothing is forever nice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">They were the gateway to a journey,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">an odyssey called life,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">to be lived and revered<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">in moments,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">of both harmony or strife.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">those gates<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">closed one day,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">never to open again,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">leaving me with an ironical feeling,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">of immense loss,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">and unparalleled gain.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Today,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">when drawn deep into my thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">post a gloomy day,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">introspecting on life ,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">and its anomalous ways,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">head cast down,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">feeling an abstruse load bear upon my spine,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I still look up,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">with the hope of finding that gaze accosting mine,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">its absence forms tears,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">at the corner of my eyes,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">but a feeling in my heart,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">breaks my face into ,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">A feeling that seems to say,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">that someday in someway,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">my gaze would also </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">break a face into a smile,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">help it shed its worries,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">atleast for a while,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">impart eternal wisdom,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">sans verbal advice,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">and to that someone,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I would be,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Those kind wrinkled eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-79118804184368429942010-11-03T03:56:00.000-07:002010-11-03T03:56:16.823-07:00I SUPPORT THIS CAUSE.......AND I HOPE YOU ALL DO AS WELL!<img height="79" src="http://www.awaazdo.in/ads/img/728x90.png" width="640" />Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-64075154347770452642010-10-27T15:07:00.000-07:002011-01-05T01:01:16.511-08:00When My Camera Went CLICK!:)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A TYPICAL DAY<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RED GIANT<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">IMPERIAL<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HAIL DEMOCRACY<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HAJI ALI -MUMBAI<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MY CITY AT NIGHT: LOOKS LIKE A BRIDE<br />
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</div>What happens when a film maker believes himself to be Goliath and treats the art of film making as David? He becomes Ram Gopal Verma. Forgetting that in the end the Goliath falls. This Goliath of bollywood shall soon meet the same end if he does not realise in time. Ram Gopal Verma's regression from an intelligent craftsman to a pompous,self absorbed fool is a classic example of how, the day a creative genius starts thinking of himself as 'CREATIVITY' he ceases to be creative. It is sad to see the the man who gave us brilliant movies like Satya, Rangeela, Kaun, Bhoot, Raat and Company loose his sanity due to his egocentricity and conceitedness.Despite hearing bad reviews from every quarter, I decided to watch Rakht Charitra because it was directed by Ram Gopal Verma, and somewhere I had not given up on the man's craft yet. But to say that this one time' Ramu' fan was thoroughly disappointed would be an understatement.If I were to describe his latest much hyped release in one word it would be 'Painful'. Painful because not only does it pain to see RGV deliver such crap, but also because you would literally suffer from pain as well : I actually had developed a migraine by the time the movie ended.<br />
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</div><div>The story in a nut shell is about Revenge. In the entire movie every character is seeking some revenge or the other and their vengeance is bloody and filled with gore. If we were to tag line it a la Karan Johar style then my tag line for Rakht Charitra would be "It's All About Killing Your Enemy". I think post Sarkar RGV has stopped thinking. Ironically his latest seemed like a rip off from his previous (Sarkar) but a deplorable version. The background score was pseudo and totally unnecessary at times, it was almost as if the 'govinda govinda' chant from Sarkar was replaced by chamunda jap and the word Rakht Charitra repeated in different tones. Who says that a background score is needed in every scene to make it impactful? I have seen a lot of moves with minimal background score leaving a greater impact. The movie also has a voice narrative, and the voice that is narrating the story makes you want to go inside the screen and gag him to shut him up.It is raucous ,acrid and highly annoying. Guess Amitabh Bachchan refused to lend his voice ( I'm sure being the smart man that he is,he knew what he was getting into) and they just about picked up anyone and that anyone has done a terrible job.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Now, we progress to analysing the acting, I would have one word for it "Over The Top". Every one is extremely animated and there are so many characters that it tends to confuse the audience. For your and my benefit, I would not even make the mistake of describing every character's performance. Though Shatrughan Sinha deserves a special mention : He plays the character of Shivaji, an onscreen portrayal of N.T.R, and despite all his efforts to bring out an outstanding performance, fails miserably. His accent is part bihari,part telegu and at times even Goan and the famous' hand gesticulation' remains albeit in a different form. To sum it up 'Shatru Ji' had me laughing for all the wrong reasons. Vivek Oberoi seems to be trying too hard and bears a constant frown throughout the movie. I guess that is his way of showing anger,worry,disgust,contempt and a myriad of other emotions. If he expects to match up to talents like Ranbir Kapoor , Hritik Roshan et all then he better pull up his socks before he falls into an abyss of oblivion. The only actor to have delivered a performance worth reckoning with is Abhimanyu Singh, controlled and restrained he has played the character of a mildly psychotic Bukha Singh with honesty and conviction. Cinematography is cliche with the camera angles being a typical RGV post Sarkar and the direction reeks of ingenuity.If you want to watch a bad version of Sarkar with bad acting... go watch Rakht Charitra.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It is sad that I have had nothing good to write about a Ram Gopal Verma film,but that unfortunately is the truth. A movie to avoid like plague and if you still would not believe what you have read and would like to give it a shot (being a once upon a time ramu fan like me) please carry a strip of disprin along with you. Mark my words, you will need it.</div><div>P.S : The audacity of the man appalled me when the movie ends with the announcement of a Part 2 to be released in November. Ram Gopal Verma has begun his journey on the highway to hell for' film makers'...... may his soul rest in peace!</div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-4906916530839581712010-10-18T04:16:00.000-07:002010-11-07T00:38:27.314-07:00The Essence Of Travelling.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisr-EUXtxipXcdqVrH_EwEH75CufFM78nksgi0fjyn0SlbluqtGXja80ksa09WRggrUrXO6CU0-cQAlaxlRi65QePTSpao8qmamx5NWI2t11MMlNdD4rlrb5iuM_AE5eqlpQDcJYhIj5x5/s1600/24F2BBB8-971B-0B18-4448-BA2F7D64BB87wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisr-EUXtxipXcdqVrH_EwEH75CufFM78nksgi0fjyn0SlbluqtGXja80ksa09WRggrUrXO6CU0-cQAlaxlRi65QePTSpao8qmamx5NWI2t11MMlNdD4rlrb5iuM_AE5eqlpQDcJYhIj5x5/s640/24F2BBB8-971B-0B18-4448-BA2F7D64BB87wallpaper.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Robert Louis Stevenson very famously said " I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move".<br />
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As a child I despised geography , and I give full credit of that hatred to the Indian education system. Right from the inception of our academic charade the only thing taught in the name of education is 'How to mug up and spew it out'. Imagine, a subject like geography which is all about travel and experiences forced down a child's throat like a nauseating glass of milk. Distaste for any act performed under coercion is natural, and this explained my aversion to geography. The reason why I choose to highlight my abhorrence for this subject as a child in particular, is to give my present irony laced love for it more meaning. As an adult I have come to love geography, because as an adult I got aquainted with the essence of geography : Travelling.<br />
Travelling as I have grown to realise, is all about exploration, adventure,knowledge,curiosity and spirituality. If I were to make my own quote on travel i'd say "Travelling is all about life". My metamorphosis from a geography phobic 8 yr old to a 28 yr old travel freak is a story in itself.<br />
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The entire credit for this transmogrification goes to my father,a gypsy at heart tied down by social norms.If he had his way, he would constantly be on the move and I guess the genes just got passed onto me. Being on the move makes me feel alive, it defines life for me and gives it a new found meaning.I was a nomad since childhood, prolonged consistency bored me. I would start feeling stagnated and would almost pray for change. Unlike other children, I loved changing schools because it gave me an opportunity to meet new people and make new friends. I would be elated whenever my father got transferred to a new city,new city meant everything new, new city meant change,new city meant movement. So, while everyone else would groan and grunt anticipating the inconvenience attached to moving from one place to another, my eyes would secretly gleam and I would see its faint reflection in my father's eyes as well. Hence, the gypsy in me was born very early on in life.<br />
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Ask an itinerant and he would tell you that travelling is a form of education in itself. Thus, my short geography story in the beginning. The sole purpose of education is to impart knowledge and wisdom, both of which you gain in abundance as a traveler. While travelling to a new place if you make an attempt to soak in their culture,traditions and lifestyle, if you make an attempt to soak in the essence of that land, you absorb a lot more than what 12 years of class room studies will teach you. I am not propagating banishing of the class room system, I am only highlighting the perks of travelling. Travelling broadens an individuals perspective and helps him evolve as a human being. Most of us live our entire lives in a cocoon made up of our social set up, family,friends and immediate surroundings, we only believe what we have been taught to believe and die within the same confined walls of the cocoon. Travelling makes a butterfly out of us.<br />
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A lot of people tend to confuse Travel with vacation. In Goa, at a beach shack drinking beer is an idea of travel for many. If i were to recreate that ambiance in Bombay, most of them would not even make an attempt to go to Goa. This is vacation not travelling. To sit,drink and spend a leisurely weekend, an airconditioned room would also suffice.But, if you call yourself a traveler you need to venture out,explore,absorb,assimilate and feel the pulse of the place. You need to connect with the place so that when you leave, you feel you are leaving home. See the world through a traveler's eyes every land is his home, every culture belongs to him and every tradition has a familiar fragrance. If we all unleashed that wanderer within us the world would have no boundaries, there would be no cocoons, only butterflies: choosing destinations at will.<br />
So, release the gypsy within you spread your wings and make the world your oyster. We get to live just once and before we die we owe it to ourselves to completely explore this place called earth which god decided to make our home. Bon Voyage!!:)Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-18667662993514213172010-10-02T08:04:00.000-07:002010-12-29T04:13:51.680-08:00Anjaana Anjaani - The Latest Bollywood Musical:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhde_t9Z_2I0d_jvylqZvSxve7Y8XCSLgPCDxB-DGfIXNrrxeR_IsLwg8Nq7xWByH83cXYC1vfS5i2Tgkl0712Ak_AXSXPZQjFOfBlaFh45TslRzsiPMAYAUZyVl5Z20V4BkF44kCRf1DT7/s1600/58632_148751275158369_140564292643734_284007_1298880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhde_t9Z_2I0d_jvylqZvSxve7Y8XCSLgPCDxB-DGfIXNrrxeR_IsLwg8Nq7xWByH83cXYC1vfS5i2Tgkl0712Ak_AXSXPZQjFOfBlaFh45TslRzsiPMAYAUZyVl5Z20V4BkF44kCRf1DT7/s640/58632_148751275158369_140564292643734_284007_1298880_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"Too many songs" thats one common line that reverberated off my eardrums,while I was on my way out of the theater post the Anjaan Anjaani experience. I would not dispute the fact either, but then my face bore another expression as well and that was a smile..Anjaan Anjaani does not boast of a great script, infact on a retrospect if Bollywood were an ice cream parlour and you took a dollop of Serendipity, half a dollop of Jab We Met and mixed it with a new suicide angle, you ll have the latest flavour called Anjaani Anjaani. But a flavour nonetheless. If you were to ask me is it a great movie I'd say 'no', if you were to ask me is it the best of bollywood this season I'd again say a 'no',but if you were to ask me should I go watch it once I'd say 'yes'.<br />
A romantic comedy, Anjaani Anjaani is about two strangers Akash(Ranbir Kapoor) and Kiara (Priyanka Chopra) who bump into each other at the Washington bridge one night while trying to commit suicide. After their repeated failed attempts to kill themselves, they decide to live for another 20 days and live each day as if its their last. Thus begins the story of two strangers and their 20 day journey. A journey which has fewer dialogues as compared to the songs, thus I rechristened the movie a musical.<br />
So 'Why' should you not watch Anjaana Anjaani or let me rephrase this sentence' Who' should not watch Anjaana Anjaani ? Well if you are an ardent meaningful cinema fan, dont go for this one, if you are bored of the usual bollywood candy floss flicks, then thank me for warning you in advance, if you hate hindi songs, then you ll be pulling your hair by the end of the movie and last but not the least if you cant stand Ranbir Kapoor (highly doubtful) or Priyanka Chopra( no comments) then avoid this movie like plague. Because the movie has no one else but them, and this is what gets me to answer the Why you 'Should' watch Anjaana Anjaani query. Watch it to witness an exceptionally honest display of theatrical skills by the two stallions from the bollywood stable. Priyanka Chopra never ceases to surprise me, so honed and sharp are her acting skills that the girl can even bring variations while enacting a drunk scene.She is endearing as the young, vivacious, brash yet vulnerable and innocent Kiara. Ranbir Kapoor fits the role of the brutally ambitious, but given up on life invest ment banker Akash to the 'T' ( I can foresee the Khan throne wobbling)'.They manage to make the entire movie look like an enviable journey, a tad illogical but the sheer magnificence of their performance makes you believe in this too good to be true story. Ranbir and Priyanka's chemistry weaves magic,their acting displays honesty and together they have managed to deliver an enthralling performance.<br />
Siddharth Anand s latest is clearly not a National Award worthy attempt, but definitely not worth dismissing either. I m not going ga ga over the movie and I m sure most of you would not as well. But if you do decide to give this latest bollywood popcorn flick two hours of your time I assure you, you would not be cursing me for making you waste your money.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>P.S : Just to be on the safer side, go for the morning show. They burn a smaller hole in your pocket.:)Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-19141195158583303012010-09-15T07:21:00.000-07:002010-09-19T15:19:33.420-07:00Dabaang: Synonym for fearless in hindi.... one surely has to be devoid of any fear to make an attempt like this and manage to make a success out of it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G5sba1c7eMbDwLX0hYI_lUHXmmXsgB04jZ7Kl3nZiFr0VuiusOBYF-C9mAA99VIhmhxrvPKFON2-_LoQ4psBOlz0bo-KHZFPeoGH2TmrCdpxKeRlUIMAPScPaVeiiPcSP1HOBAum0VF9/s1600/dabaang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G5sba1c7eMbDwLX0hYI_lUHXmmXsgB04jZ7Kl3nZiFr0VuiusOBYF-C9mAA99VIhmhxrvPKFON2-_LoQ4psBOlz0bo-KHZFPeoGH2TmrCdpxKeRlUIMAPScPaVeiiPcSP1HOBAum0VF9/s640/dabaang.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>So there are brilliant films, there are good films, there are mediocre films, there are bad films and there is a fifth and very intriguing category which is' films that are so bad that they are actually good'. I call them cult in the genere of crap. Hence I bestow upon Dabang the title of a' Self Parody' and slot it in category five . The movie mocks at itself, and does such a good job of it that despite knowing before entering the theater and the knowledge gaining deep roots in your brain once you are watching the movie that what you are in for is a cinema connoisseur's nightmare,you still sit through the entire film. Despite its absolute lack of ingenuity, intelligence and craft Salman Khan's Dabang still manages to keep you glued to your seats only to appreciate the sheer audacity of making such an attempt. In this day and age of intelligent, meaningful and progressive cinema Dabaang takes you two decades back to the bollywood that was hero centric and the hero was just A cape short of superman. Take a good looking non actor with oodles of false attitude, a debutante PYT with negligible dialogues, throw in the brother vs brother rivalry , a lot of mean bad guys to take advantage of that rivalry, over the top action sequences, abrupt appearances of catchy numbers with pelvic thrusts galore and what you have is the latest bollywood blockbuster which should ideally be called DA' BANG' for all the hype that it created before and after its release.<br />
The story is of a remote lawless land in uttar pradesh, and the place has just one cop ChulBul Panday (samlan khan), who is an alpha male, debauched,brassy, benevolent and crass and there is no story beyond this! The movie is all about Salman Khan( who with every passing film is emerging as the Rajnikant of Bollywood) and his antics. Its about ray ban sunglasses, thumping background score, x box style stunts, Salman 's pseudo attitude, his style and his reiteration of the fact that in India you dont need to be an actor to sell, you just need to be Salman Khan. Debutante Sonakshi Sinha looks divine,though it takes a while to digest the fact that she is the progeny of Shatrughan Sinha, a classic example of Mendel's laws in full play. As far as her theatrical skills are concerned there was not much to display considering there is only so much you can do being a lead opposite Salman Khan, but the girl definitely shows promise. Vinod Khanna and Dimple Kapadia, display the maturity of seasoned actors and both of them even at this age look as sensational as they did in their hay days, Arbaaz Khan is annoying beyond belief. Actors of incomparable caliber like Anupam Kher and Om Puri have been wasted in hit and miss scenes and Sonu Sood manages to pull on a decent act. So, if someone was to ask me what was the USP of the film,I would say it clearly is the hot to melting point MUNNI a.k.a Malaika Arora Khan, and her one item number which is clearly that one point in the movie where all eyes just remain transfixed on the screen and jaws touch the floor. This 'Munni's Badnaami' is clearly one of the main reasons people are thronging the theaters to catch a glimpse of the hottest mom of bollywood.<br />
Arbaaz Khan's debut production venture's success is a classic example of how wherever Kotler comes into play, it yeilds thaumaturgic results. An excellent marketing strategy and impressive packaging along with all the ingredients required to make a typical bollywood pot boiler has made Dabang go on a box office record breaking spree. A definite one time watch for its daring attempt, mindless screenplay, over the top dialogues, Malaika arora khan's oomphy item number and Salman Khan's buffoonery in the name of acting.<br />
Statutory warning: Please put your grey cells in a deactivated mode, and you shall thoroughly enjoy this bollywood masterpiece which surely is one of its kind!Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-73770212668657833682010-07-13T01:28:00.000-07:002010-07-13T01:52:09.218-07:00I Hate Love Stories - Anyone Would If They Are Made This Way!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1PaOJZAWFB2pMgDbJ3knDXsVZczw_Ur_T4LV7C1OO4oZjiMOoj1mAogbDs2O1p4gqoi3M1GVuv2etggpjoQPm87-GB5TMqqmAIm__-AEsbXeaWRRt2IT7738W6IdMKpKMAEZzVx06zuu/s1600/i-hate-love-stories-sexy-wallpapers079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1PaOJZAWFB2pMgDbJ3knDXsVZczw_Ur_T4LV7C1OO4oZjiMOoj1mAogbDs2O1p4gqoi3M1GVuv2etggpjoQPm87-GB5TMqqmAIm__-AEsbXeaWRRt2IT7738W6IdMKpKMAEZzVx06zuu/s640/i-hate-love-stories-sexy-wallpapers079.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Ok! so everyone who ostracized Raavan please raise your hands. I now recommend 'I Hate Love Stories', for you to get the real taste of bad cinema.Anyone who has read The Fountainhead, would know why i am not able to refrain my self from comparing Mani Ratnam 's Raavan to Karan Johar 's I Hate Love Stories. It is a classic case of Howard Roark vs Peter Keating, Mani Ratnam s individualistic genius vs Karan Johar 's unadventurous pseudo creativity. While Raavan displays a story tellers eccentricity I Hate Love Stories reeks of unoriginality.<br />
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The movie has nothing to vaunt about, weak screenplay, cliche direction,( at times you feel the movie has been ghost directed by Karan Johar himself as it has all his diabetes inducing sweet ingredients) and below average performances. Its the age old story of a' cynic meets a romantic and they fall in love', and there is nothing 'Hatke' about the film. The cynic played by Imran khan(Jay) does not believe in the concept of love (reminds me of the upteen nausiating shah rukh khan movies), propagates one night stands and philandary and the romantic played by Sonam Kapoor(Simran), believes in valentines days, soul mates and living happily ever after. They meet, Simran despite having an extremly loving and perfectly elligible fiancee falls in love with the brash and bizarre Jay in the first half and it takes Jay the entire second half to fall in love with her, and then they live happily ever after. Thats it!! thats what this self proclaimed young, zingy and peppy movie is all about. Disappointed? Ah well imagine my plight i endured it for three hours only to warn more cinegoers like me who get lured by 'state of the art' marketing of films by the new age film makers.<br />
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If there is anything worth appreciating in the film it is New Zealand. Quite ironical i agree, but I think Dharma Productions should charge royalty from the govt of New Zealand for marketing their tourism in India. The locales are breathtaking so much so that in some scenes one tends to completely ignore the actors because the backdrop is more alluring. Apart from New Zealand another sight to behold is Sonam Kapoor, to say she has looked ravishing would be an understatement. Her skills as an actor are yet to be tested, but she surely is a treat to watch. Imran Khan must have had a lot of young hearts fluttering, but his theatrical skills are way below average, he pouts and frowns and makes acting seem like such a task,.Bruna Abdullah is nasal and wodden Sameer Soni looks ill at ease and rest of the cast does not even merit a mention . Debutante writer and director Puneet Malhotra has demonstrated an absolute lack of creativity and ingenuity. The box office debacle of this popcorn flick clearly indicates that the Indian audiences now demand quality cinema as opposed to candy flossed mirage.<br />
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One of the first lessons given in kindergarden were...' early to bed and early to rise makes u healthy, wealthy n wise'. Somewhere in the entire 'growing up' bedlam for most of us the lesson gradually metamorphed into ' late to bed and later to rise, who cares about health, when you have dad s wealth, and excuse me who on this planet is ever wise?' <br />
After following the second lesson for almost two and a half decades of my life, one day the realisation struck me that if I don't mend my ways soon, I ll be competing in the heavy weight championship at the Olympics. With this thought out came my jogging shoes bought when I was 16 and never used. I was surprised when they fit me! but the fact that atleast my shoe size has not changed was hardly a self esteem booster.So with the resolve of getting back all other sizes down to that of a 16 year old , I set the alarm for 6am the next morning. Little did I know that the next morning would turn out to be one of the most amusing mornings of my entire life.<br />
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As I entered the joggers park, the first thing that hit me was that we indeed are the second most populated country in the world, for the fact that it was 6 am the place felt like a packed Mumbai local train. Suddenly jogging was not just about slow running it also became a test of your maneuvering and dodging skills, and sometimes even then you cant help but bump into someone, bear the wrath of their glare, mummer apologies and run before they reply.<br />
Intrestingly the ones you bump into are usually extremly fat aunties, who's sole purpose of coming to the park is to talk about Mr Sharma's son having an affair with Mrs Ahuja s daughter, and many a times Mr Sharma and Mrs Ahuja have something cooking on the side as well. I call them the '<b>Gossip Girls</b>'. Their walk follows a specific pattern, meeting at the entrence of the park, exchange of pleasentries, one round of the park in absolute silence depicting utmost sincearity towards shedding all those lards of fat accumulated over years of physical and mental inactivity. By the time the second round ensues conversations begin and two and a half rounds later the entire group has rested their humongous back sides on the park bench and are engrossed in animated conversations and if because of your ill fate it is a group comprising of 'Punjabi' or 'Gujrati' women then be rest assured you would not miss a word of the spicy gossip floating around because their raucous dissonance manages to vibrate every ear drum present in the park. But looking at the brighter side, with huge ass(ets) out of the way suddenly the park seems more spacious and fresh morning air wafts through your nostrils finally.<br />
With the pudgy roly- poly aunties out of the way the next catagory of joggers that catch your eye are the '<b>self</b> <b>appointed brand ambassadors</b>'.Everything from their socks to wrist band is branded(the purpose of wearing a wrist band while jogging still eludes me)and their brand loyalty is remarkable, an Addidas guy will not have a thread of Reebok on him,and a Puma girl will look down upon every other branded jogger as if she's the queen because she is adorned by Puma. oh! and how could I forget to mention the latest apple i pod, strapped to the forearm with a branded( I dont think I needed to mention here) i pod strap. Now, this catagory of people can be further sub categorised into two types..<br />
1) Serious Joggers ie Health Freaks<br />
2) Serious Letchers ie. Freaks!<br />
Catagory one (<b>serious joggers</b>) comprises of people who are inspired by every well toned hollywood and bollywood actor and actress, needless to say majority of them are aspiring actors or models themselves 'Strugglers' as they are fondly called in their line of business. Though I often wonder how can people who are struggling so much so as to be labelled 'strugglers' (imagine the extent of the struggle, I ve heard their persistence could have put our freedom fighters to shame) afford to be live brand hoardings, whereas us lesser mortals, commoners, not so good looking ,relatively less struggling people can only manage a few and dream of the rest. I guess we just dont struggle enough! sigh! But you cant ignore their focus and dedication towards looking good, the moment this catagory enters the park you know they mean business, no looking around, no talking, with i pods strapped to their forearms, and eye of the tiger blaring out of their ear phone (believe me if u run parallel to one of these u can actually hear the song being played in their eye pod and invariably its the rocky theme) they jog with the focus of a sucide bomber, jaw set with the determination to have angles sharper than a knife's edge, stomach pulled in to get the 9th pack of abdominal muscles if possible, biceps bulging,and sharp angular faces, they do mange to make teenage hearts skip a few beats and though way past my teenage I would admit rather opprobriously my own heart has fluttered at times too.<br />
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Once you are done oogling at catagory one( serious joggers) catagory two catches your attention (<b>Serious Letchers</b>) now this catagory is what you would describe as a serious 'pain in the ass'. They come to the park with the sole motive of letching at very woman irrespective of her shape and size.They can be easily identified from a kilometers distance, irritatingly casual walk, roving eyes, annoying smirk on the face, these people seem to be on a constant look out for an 'eye contact' and if by devils luck you manage to so much as even take a glance in their direction you will be greeted by a wink and a 'so u like me baby!' smile.They would be brand loaded to the' T' too, but not so much for their utility value as for their 'chic magnet' effect. Now someone needs to tell them that in their case even the brands fail in front of their sordid antics. The best way to deal with this particular set of people is to deny their existance. Look through them, pretend to be blind, and go about with your jogging, and if they still annoy you threaten to call the police.Trust me , there is no other way to get them off your back if one of them decides to stick on to you like a leech.<br />
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After skillfully avoiding the aunties and the leeches and slyly ogling at the eye candies when you decide to resume with some serious exercise, a fourth and rather elusive category comes to your notice. I may add here that this set goes unnoticed by most because they are the '<b>Park Bencher's</b>' .It would take an eagles eye to spot them and an equally keen observation to understand their activities.They dont jog, they dont walk, they dont undertake any form of exercise while in the park, so what do they do? Well they sit on the park bench and observe people like you, to be able to write an anecdote like this, and as you finish reading this you have encountered your first 'Park Bencher'. So now its confession time: Despite all the enthusiasm displayed, the moment I set my foot in the park I was completely taken in by the plethora of people occupying it. The amateur writer in me took over the pseudo fitness freak and I was compelled to occupy one of the side benches (left lone by the aunties surprisingly) and observe with great amusement a glimpse of the new age fitness freaks of India. Needless to say barring that one morning I have not even lost my way to a joggers park,and I guess the next time would be when I hit 50. When the trends would have changed drastically so as to deserve this 'Park Bencher' again.</div>
Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-50546809516110502462010-06-11T03:00:00.000-07:002010-10-25T01:23:00.016-07:00FACES OF INDIA (An attempt to capture a country s diversity through its people)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colour Of Your Skin Does Not Define Beauty<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her Eyes Spelled Hope And Spirit</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For Such An Innocent Face The Eyes Are Extremly Mature</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naughty</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could Burst Into Tears Any Moment</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soft Light Ads An Element Of Mystry To any Face</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Was Just To Get Clicked:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A pretty Indian Face</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shy:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Streak Of Madness</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Conversation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This One Loves To Be Clicked</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soft Light Effect Again</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Innocense</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jawline:)</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-68838275103647060042010-06-05T23:38:00.000-07:002010-07-03T01:28:46.379-07:00RAJNEETI - An Honest Attempt At Good Cinema<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX1xkEsm1rrjOgZ5G8i27HGwbN2KRTJpak1jKhFFjSEDwZWu81encPV-Um2OzzAJjxr4a5isBQvsfjrgB4SDQHuudVZJmBu58iowN7U58duGQlbZtaumcoWVgqDwtz0IkLNmo055hM5-l/s1600/Raajneeti_Movie_Wallpapers_2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479948063098812930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX1xkEsm1rrjOgZ5G8i27HGwbN2KRTJpak1jKhFFjSEDwZWu81encPV-Um2OzzAJjxr4a5isBQvsfjrgB4SDQHuudVZJmBu58iowN7U58duGQlbZtaumcoWVgqDwtz0IkLNmo055hM5-l/s320/Raajneeti_Movie_Wallpapers_2%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgAYHREJvoqxg1ojAh8xQQbKcgIWdipR9zBWyPKiQUztK6h1WTdM1NhyoHx8QboJ_4ErbqFGvqjKHBUNx8Ng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Stark and hard hitting Prakash Jha s political drama -Rajneeti gives the audience a pragmatic view of Indian politics. The movie unveils the naked face of human vices and follies , lust and greed, plotting and manipulations, democracy and autocracy, power and opportunism, defections and loyalties.Bearing an indistinguishable resemblence to Mahabharat, the movie is the tale of the most powerful political family of a state and the affray amongst its members to proove their puissance in the main political arena.<br />
The story is about two brothers , their sons, and their fight for power, ie the Kauravs and the Pandavs.So uncanny is the resemblence to Mahabharat, that the movie could be renamed Mahabharat 2010.Despite parallels being drawn to The Godfather, the only semblence i could observe between Rajneeti and The Godfather is the character of Ranbir Kapoor(Samar Pratap, an irenic literato) which is quite similar to that of Al Pachchino s Michele Corleone in the Godfather, barring that the story is the great epic retold.<br />
Apart from a cogent script what sets the movie apart is the display of theatrical skills in its fulgent glory. Nana Patekar as Krishna with his controlled and precise demure, Ranbir kapoor as Arjun with his insoucience charm and Manoj Bajpai as Duryodhan with his brash arrogance have come up with stellar performances, Naseeruddin Shah has a five minute role but has managed to leave an impact in that short span of time as well reinstating the fact that its not the length of a role but the deapth of an actor that defines a character. Ajay Devgan playing the character of Karan manages a decent act, but in scenes where he has shared screen space with Manoj Bajpai he has been completely overshadowed by Bajpai s phenomenal performance.Katrina Kaif has looked stunning but her performance is yet to stun the audience. Without taking the credit away from her improved hindi diction,the actress has failed to live up to the expectations woven around her performance in this particular film. Arjun Rampal has his moments but on the whole has delivered a lack lusture performance.But the star of the movie is undoutedly Prakash Jha who has yet again managed to deliver a spectactular treat in the name of cinema.Ranbir Kpoor proves that he is indeed every inch the blue blodded scion of the Kapoor clan, and is only getting better with every film.<br />
The only flaw visible is the mild ebbing of the plot towards the second half, while the first half is as gripping as a python s coil. But is a flaw that is more than rectified by the performances and therefore can be easily overlooked. <br />
On the whole Prakash Jha s Rajneeti is a must watch for its jaw dropping performances and hard hitting narration.Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-44440995769782444712010-04-05T14:14:00.000-07:002010-04-06T23:35:17.540-07:00From a tomboy to a woman......... a chat with a 25 year old!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5aah5sN0JyKDo6HLjJbtWVruBH_TQ3iwy5Fvlm2r2VMTn-XlrNjfD58_D2NGu6Fk12CseGNhKeRRS0f7ziBKOhh9XNSb8RLpibhxJcxwgXuvqt0oNblB-HQB68C1pOQ1EG082wkO5vOO/s1600/young-women-frolicking-5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5aah5sN0JyKDo6HLjJbtWVruBH_TQ3iwy5Fvlm2r2VMTn-XlrNjfD58_D2NGu6Fk12CseGNhKeRRS0f7ziBKOhh9XNSb8RLpibhxJcxwgXuvqt0oNblB-HQB68C1pOQ1EG082wkO5vOO/s320/young-women-frolicking-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456769326266333170" /></a><br />" your shirtis torn again!!!!!!" my mum would exclaim! the pre teen years of my life were spent listening to this exclamation every second day.But it was not my fault! you tell me, if you were pushed or shoved wont you retaliate? you would right?? well i used to do just the same!! if my shirt got torn, i made sure the guilty party did not have a stitch left intact either. i was one of the boys, a sports freak would play every sport that could be played, my favourite being soccer! the mere energy level of the game used to give me an adrenaline rush and make my mum wonder if i had testosterone developing inside me instead of oestrogen. how i wish her fears were true, but alas oestrogen took over and suddenly soccer became a totally different ball game for me as well as for the boys playing with me!! since i had bigger balls on my side, i had to withdraw! and with good bye soccer ended the pre teen phase of my life. with torn shirts, bruises and swollen eyes!<br /> Born to a fairly affluent family, with my dad being an investment banker and mum being a doctor, i had all the amenities required for a blossoming adolocent to look good.But in my case it was an out n out tragedy!!i was so sure that when i was being made god must have gone for a walk and one of his assistants trying to be a smart ass must have tried a hand at me and so the end result was such a disaster despite my parents being so good looking i posed a pathetic picture.my arms were too thin, legs too long,nose too prominent, teeth coming out and to top that the perils of 'chadhti jawani' my hormones were going beserk and i was dying to be kissed. But between me and my first kiss came my Dentist! no no please dont think that he tried to kiss me... though at that point of time i think even that would have sufficed. it was those wretched braces that kept me away from men's embraces,then came KARAN, the first love of my life, tall fair with a dimpled smile. when he was around i used to behave like a freakin puppy! and surprise surprise... he even took notice of me, man i was on cloud nine... a guy was paying me attention wow! but like every love story mine ended with a tragedy too, he wanted my best friend and i mis read his intentions!!!I was heart broken, devastated like kajol in kuch kuch hota hai... the movie had released around the same time as this mishap in my life and i watched it 10 times....finally coming to terms with the fact that love is not for ugly ducklings like me. sigh!!!<br /> All this while my parents had been really supportive, despite me having the usual generation gap issues with them. My dad used to say that i was the most beautiful girl he s ever laid his eyes on... and i used to tell him that he says it just to make me happy... but secretly it did make me feel nice. Slowly i had started getting more comfortable in my skin, not really great at acads but my records in extra curricular activities was par excellance from bein the school sports captain to winning laurels in debates and dance competitions. you name it and i was there. I was still one of the boys, with the only difference being i could no longer do a chest thump with them, if they had a chance i m sure they would ve qued up for it, i always had loads of aquaintances but very few friends..... and they are with me even today,<br /> Come college and my entire life took a paradigm shift, suddenly men were falling for me left right and center, and to say that i did not enjoy the attention would be the biggest lie of the centuary I WAS LOVING EVERY FREAKIN BIT OF IT!! and guess the sudden attention led me to get into a number of mindless relationships, some just for the sex, some just for attention and some just to be a part of the crowd, it was the 'IN' thing to be seeing someone and so we all followed the trend, not realising that in the process we were internally damaging ourselves. i dont remember the names of half the men i dated in college, and now when i look back i dont feel very proud of myself. The second time i fell in love i was cheated on... and so for a long time i was totally off men, but i still flirted. now thats my forte, i cant stop myself from flirting for me itsmore like getting into a mans psyche reading it and moulding it as per me,thats a reason why i took up psychology as a subject to major in. But when it came to choosing a career being a clinical psychologist seemed too boring, i wanted to do something taht was more fun more interesting more of a peoples job and so bartending....i always enjoyed watching the bartenders work at a pub or a theque, especially the way they juggled the drinks and enjoyed seeing getting sloshed around them, and another aspect of the profession that intrigued me was that it had fewer women than men... and so bartending it was for me.<br /> To say that my parents were aghast is an understatement.. but once they saw how determined i was they relented,and anyways with them by now living in the states facing the rest of the society was no longer and issue for them so they were a bit easy on me.With my job came all the independence i dreamt of own house, an suv finally ( ahem! a safari, who s instalments i am still paying!)and a life of my own. but my knight in shining armour was still no where in sight... not that i didnt meet men, i met plenty of them, and all of them wanted to have coffee at my place! saale akeli ladki dekhi nahi ki cofee aa gayee dimaag mai!! but i was not interested in casual relationships anymore and more importantly didnt want to fall for the wrong guy.<br /> All this was me one yr back.......as i write it now i am no longer living alone in my apartment, i am sharing it with tanmay,Tnmayl is someone i met a year back on my trip to ladakh, i would not say that we hit it off instantly, infact he was there with a girl, but as we got to know each other more we realised we were two very different people who totally complimented each other. He is a banker(jst like my dad, girls have this funy quirk of falling for men who are like their fathers, and i am no exception to this rule) an avid reader (and i always ask him HOW????) more stable and sorted in the head but at the same time shares my passion for adventure and dance, wow!dosent he fit my description of my ideal man? my folks adore him, and he thinks i am the best thing that could have happened to him .sometimes i think what if my parents would not have accepted him??? I still would ve stuck on to him... because i know for sure i am right and my parents would have had to come around!<br /> So thats me mihika for you... a little less tomboyish a little more feminine but the same freak at heart. My dad still says i am the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on and you know what now i believe him.Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-825945642834854729.post-43448185897713393692010-03-25T13:38:00.000-07:002010-03-25T14:10:24.342-07:00LOVE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowjFMtB4L2aKsNiUnFDIXKiFYxyvKNxGbybgHGo7qM2x5UvKnYKbbXLSywFxxEVOGGGElSsyFMrIZYrr4FiYA86YfG_8rL9pJe9_rYbrSdF-TWLuseKK7PqFSCRpaoKyWtwH5AvkbRabJ/s1600/love.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452679053509851714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowjFMtB4L2aKsNiUnFDIXKiFYxyvKNxGbybgHGo7qM2x5UvKnYKbbXLSywFxxEVOGGGElSsyFMrIZYrr4FiYA86YfG_8rL9pJe9_rYbrSdF-TWLuseKK7PqFSCRpaoKyWtwH5AvkbRabJ/s320/love.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>The Question,</div><div> </div><div>Intensity and passion,</div><div>longing and lust,</div><div>a pandora of emotions,</div><div> </div><div>Is This Love?</div><br /><div>Poets say its magical,</div><div>cynics call it need,</div><div>lovers swear by its purity,</div><div>saints describe it as a self less deed.</div><br /><div>Love is blind they say,</div><div>a curtain covers your eyes</div><div>but why is it that the curtain,</div><div>raises,</div><div>the moment one is man and wife,</div><div>fondness is replaced by irritation ,</div><div>and thus begins the blaming game,</div><div>everything is your fault,</div><div>nothing just remains the same.</div><br /><div>Is This Love?</div><br /><div>Poets say its intoxicating,</div><div>cynics call it manipulating,</div><div>lovers find it worth dying for,</div><div>saints call it an emotion,</div><div>even the god's are vying for.</div><br /><div>Love is like a beautiful dream,</div><div>thy say,</div><div>a dream that never breaks,</div><div>then why is it with every passing time,</div><div>it becomes a nightmare,</div><div>from which you want to wake.</div><div>your pulse still races,</div><div>but not with anticipation,</div><div>it is with frustration,</div><div>that sets in when,</div><div>one is faced with deception.</div><br /><div>Is This Love?</div><br /><div>Poets keep it next to god,</div><div>cynics find it suffocating,</div><div>lovers say its an addiction,</div><div>saints find it liberating.</div><br /><div>The Answer,</div><br /><div>An emotion that creates bonding,</div><div>A feeling that touches lives,</div><div>the basis of every relationship,</div><div>with the power to heal,</div><div>and put to life,</div><div>an essence present in everyone,</div><div>be it man or beast,</div><div>an absence felt hauntingly,</div><div>but its presence felt the least, </div><div>a pandora of emotions,</div><div>righty said,</div><div>but its these emotions you see,</div><div>which together make an antidote,</div><div>to put an end to the world's miseries.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>This Is Love.</div>Mayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031291563299744203noreply@blogger.com4