Borejangi Bhaijaan


The graceful child, and a failing grace.

Bajrangi Bhaijaan is supposedly Salman’s best movie and is supposed to get him a National Award, if he does end up winning it, this will be the lowest point of our Industry.

The movie is mediocre at its best. With a non existent storyline, and over dramatization, BB is an extended Ekta Kapoor TV show. The kid was definitely the saving grace of the movie and if Kareena has got her payment in full for being the lead actress of this movie, she’s literally robbed the producer for a living.

Nawazuddin siddiqui as Chand nawab had a decent outing and could have been used even more effectively. The rest of the crew were just additions to an already lost plot.

Songs which are insipid and logic which was last remembered right before the movie started being shot are the greatest deficits of the movie. I’m no hater or a rater but the best thing about the movie was the picturesque locales. Thanks for taking us through the gorgeous Kashmir valley and the wonderful Thar desert.

The next time there is a rebate on the tickets spent on this movie, I’ll be the first person to lift my hand up and shake my head like never before.


That one long year.


The year which was to decide my fate and my future, my final few months with friends, my graduation, my 4 year stint at Dubai and last but not the least, the year which taught me about how harsh life can get. Well, to be honest, I still can’t make out what life is about, which is when I have my savior, or more likely my project guru, Ishaan to explain it in the most elaborate yet simple way.

That moment when I got done with my final hurdle as a scholar, yes, that moment of no more forced night outs, endless rumors of what’s going to pop up on that bit of paper, and people shoving you with all those ‘I know you’ve read it all’ banters must be one of the saddest moments of my life. You got a bit carried away with that didn’t you? Well, I’m weird in my own way. Pressure keeps me kicking, I might even end up being a slave in the cardiac ward later down the road.

I thought to myself that the end of the world is near, I did believe those mayans, well, as how my facebook and twitter feeds keep popping up, they seem to have been true about the end of the world, in our case its humanity. All that commotion apart, I got done with exams and college life looked more or less done with little or no affinity among people who earlier, kept socializing like molecules in an exothermic reaction.

The smell of money is very intoxicating. It changes a person’s outlook at things, yet doesn’t make him realize as how it changes him. Internships, especially paid ones are really lucrative because its more like a “no-strings” attached relationship. No responsibilities to be taken to your head, and no authority over any form of official work whatsoever. But my ex employers were legislators of law which could never be broken, late hours, excessive work, no training of any sort and yet expect a cat to digest an elephant’s meal with little or no appreciations of any sort was the daily routine.

It was then that I realized that some people work for money, others for pleasure. The one’s who work for money are no way different to a call-girl. I mean no offence to any lady who is reading this but look at it in a simpler way, you slog your socks off all day long and your boss belittles it to be a waste of time? Come on, you deserve more than that. If a person cannot give credit to a genuine and fruitful attempt, what’s the use of money? This was my first lesson of this really eventful yet colorless year.

There are a lot of people who follow this rule, 1. Your boss is always right, 2. If he’s wrong, refer to rule number 1. This, my friends, is a myth. Bosses as my dictionary would describe are people who usually have tensed faces, terrorizing eyes, flickering minds, fidgeting tongues and very timid thoughts. All they know of is to get work done from you no matter what’s on stake for you. As a student, I’ve worked for 20 hours straight with little or no interest and was still expected to turn up next day sharp at 9 A.M. My senior chortled at me at the coffee table while I kept cursing him under my breath when I learnt one of the biggest tips to succeed in life, the art of saying NO. The word is a simple combination of 2 alphabets which coincidentally fall right next to each other in the list, N and O. The art of saying NO is something many fail to acquire which incidentally is an essential tool to grow up the ladder. Thus concludes lesson number two for the year.

My Internship ended on a high note with a job offer from my ex employers and I genuinely played a game with them. Neither was the offer lucrative enough for me to go gaga over it, neither was I begging for a job, and while I earned decently as an internee, I understood one thing, never work for free, never work underpaid and quit if you are overpaid. Lesson number three for the year.

I finished my final few days in Dubai blowing up money in the name of partying and shopping. Then entered a completely new city in my life, Vishakapatnam. Beautiful, scenic, a poet’s paradise as some say and the beach. Settling down was easy for all those long years I spent in Chennai, and neighbors were really helpful. I made some quick friends and it looked easy, for I imagined how hard a life it would be for an introvert. Lesson number four, folks.

Its always been a childhood dream of mine to be my own boss. I’ve never liked people command at me and get their work done or maybe my ex-boss was just a bad dream in this beautiful journey. The idea of being an entrepreneur has always been intriguing and has been a source of extreme excitement. A dream is a must in one’s life because when you achieve it, you’ve nothing more to prove to yourself before the world doubts you. But never obsess with a dream, because obsession leads to very many complications. Simplicity is singly the winner on any given day.

Finally, the biggest and the most bitter lesson I’ve had to deal with. Luck, some believe, some don’t, others live off it. Being decent at academics, I’ve had my fair share of wants in the work front and I must say that I was amused to learn some of my peers placed at MNCs and then me, with a cup of filter coffee and constant mails from naukri and Linkedin suggesting me what my profile should look like to attract recruiters. That day I decided to stand by this statement: “Stop expecting things from yourself before you expect of others because losing out to your own set standards is something you can never digest and get over with ease.

I hope the year to follow teaches me more, makes me realize how important every moment of a day is and makes sure I get closer to my ultimate dream at least by an inch. To 2013, folks!

India ki mat le meri jaan.


Scene 1: My day starts off at 10 AM, I get ready, do my daily course of mail checks and visit the nearest coffee shop to meet friends. On one such day, I meet this new guy, investment banker. That’s some really lucrative job one could get. He tells us his credentials and it took me quite sometime to have my next sip of coffee. I ask him about his job and it seems to be more or less his life and he’s happy to be on a money minting scheme. I see him call for the check and look at his plate only to see that he hasn’t even started to eat what he had ordered. I ask him why and he says, the food is not fancy here.

Scene 2: I usually walk in the evenings, a lot off late, though my physical appearance fails to justify that. The common day scenario includes children coming back to their fortress, teenagers smoking away to glory, young adults finding their so called true love in someone and families, well, its family time. I ask one of my young friends near a pan shop if he has 5 minutes of time to help me find a place nearby, What does he do? Throws away his smoke and helps me find the place.

Yes, I’m being obvious. But being obvious is just not enough for us Indians, is it? No, I’m not going to be gaping about anti-corruption but to instill responsibility.

As a human, you do have pride, ego, maybe a fat paycheck and umpteen attitude, but that doesn’t stop you from having common sense. Yes, common sense is a rare commodity these days because its not a gift but a punishment, for you may have to deal with everyone who doesn’t have it.

I see people go to the US of A and suddenly talk about living life king size, neat roads and a happy neighborhood. What made you dim witted beings to realize that? Because there in the US, people don’t care about each other. They care for themselves and their lives. Try doing that in India and you’re one of “them”.

Its like you are trying to win a war against yourself in India. You try doing something worthwhile, there will be people who might help you out but I can assure you of souls standing there, looking at you, cracking jokes and filling their already narrow minded heads with assumptions and judgments and if you finally do break the taboo and achieve something, Congratulations, you’ve just been upgraded to the next level of being a Rebel.

No, I’m not saying throw your waste in the bins, never waste food, trying donating money, plant a tree, or even to help make someone study. All I’m asking is, stop complaining about others when you have a fault in yourself. Try something new, for instance, this really awesome thing which people fear to inherit called social responsibility.

Gandhi ji tried to inculcate ahimsa among us, which is probably the world’s greatest weapon. Our value and tradition rich country in return, honored him with his picture on every currency note. Isn’t it pretty ironical that his smile on a paper is the soul reason a lot of us make others lives miserable and unhappy?

Finally, I end with simple thought which came through my mind. When you burn or tear a notebook, there is a child really looking forward to write his first words. When you are wasting food, there is one soul who cannot afford clean drinking water, when you litter your roads, there is always a cleaner cursing you. Life is not all about making big money. Its about being aware of what’s happening around you when you try achieving your personal goals. If it wasn’t that simple, try not studying but working from tomorrow for there is no difference between an illiterate and a literate imbecile.

33% of nonsense.


So, I get on to this heavily crowded 23C bus at Teynampet, Chennai and look at 4 seats empty. I look at all the men standing there and all they’re up to, is to wait for women to adjust and sit besides one another but to no avail. I turn up trying to be the savior and get the nasty look from all of the ladies. I go to the conductor and complain about it, and he says, ‘aren’t you man enough to stand through your bus route?’ 

No, I’m not saying, don’t be chivalrous and offer your seat or offer help to a woman, but not at the cost of them overruling men. Women always get the better out in an argument, let it be sentiment or in general, they always get the ruling on their terms and desires.

Coming to the point, why a reservation of 33% to women? Why does a bus have 5 rows reserved for them? Why do they get special treatment? Is it because they are a minority? Or is it just because they’re women? I need serious answers to this, based on current facts. Not on factorial data collected when my grandmother was in her early periods.

They claim to be the future to the world. Demand power and responsibility more than anyone else. From Indira Gandhi Ji to Ms. Indra Nooyi, every woman is an inspiration by herself but why in the name of god does the country have to reserve 33% to women? If you claim to be equal to men, and can get your bread and butter working in the same company in a cubicle adjacent to a man, what makes you deserve 33% of extra goodies?

I’m not being a chauvinist, nor a narrow-minded idiot supporting the atrocities men are causing women at various parts of our tradition rich country. I standby the idea of education to all and hope to be a part of this movement sometime in my life, but reservations are something I’d kill myself to be removed altogether.

If one claims to be equal, prove it to the world. I had put up a status on FB earlier this week to test the response from women. It was this ‘Women are a lucky breed. You study, you marry a bright and smart guy. You don’t study, you still get married to a rich, bright and a smart guy.’ and you should have seen the comments. It varied from ‘Do I have to quit my Million dollar research for a guy’ and ‘Men are the soul reason for us to not achieve our goals.’

Why do men have to get blamed for your weakness? You as a person stand by yourself and work for your future. So what if a man is trying to suppress you? Does it mean you aren’t good enough to take over a life you’ve always wanted? In that case, you don’t deserve a dream to look forward to.

I’d settle for 33% of extra cheese cake but never reservation especially for the opposite sex when they claim to be equals. I’ve been a victim of reservations myself. Under deserving people make it to the top, which is why I’m against this and will stand by this word till my power chord is intact.

Thanks for reading this, if you are outraged, please go comment and vent your anger. If not, please visit this place again.

The Laash


Change is inevitable. Mostly because people dislike to change their boxers often. Its the comfort of watching something you like, or have developed a taste for that prevents people from realizing that however practical the movie industry is, there is a bit of fiction which has to be digested, though its a bit too heavy and unwanted.

One such movie is Talaash. There were some who went to watch aamir, some for kareena, some for the mysterious build up the trailer gave away, and the rest for the heck of it. I, was of the third kind. I choose a movie for what it portrays, not just in its trailers, but posters, and other PR stuff. Yes, its a bit silly of me, but come on, people are entitled to be happy with their own little crazy things.

Talaash is the story of a police officer who is presented with a very mysterious accident to be solved and is also haunted by his son’s death due to a freak accident which derails his whole family life. Casting is top-notch, the music was marvelous, the story was out of the world and the build up is just breath-taking.His wife, Rani Mukherjee is so natural at it, especially in the scene where she defends her belief that the psychic lady does talk to her lost son.

Aamir khan, as a police officer oozes talent everywhere. Right from his introduction till the last scene where he cries his heart out, you know its aamir khan through and through. I loved his performance in that scene where he tries to change the buildup to his son’s death. That was just heart warming and really well portrayed.

Kareena deserves a lot of applause for her role. I would rate it as her best performance ever. She has found some new found respect. Looks like she can pull of the slut role with a lot of grace. Funny, but true looking at her recent past.

My new-found man crush is Nawazuddin Siddiqui. The man knows what to do, where to express and when to deliver. The three most important W’s in the industry which ultimately leads to the fourth of ‘Who’, which I guess he’s already achieved.

Mixed responses are pretty much the spoilers any movie can get. The ending was very well put up. The build up had many clues and tidbits, but covered up really well only to be found at the end of the movie. All of them come in place at the end if you can recollect everything scene by scene. Nowhere did it look wayward or disappointing.

I read it on someone’s blog about Aamir khan trying to teach people not to believe in black magic/ghosts and after life in his famous Satyameva jayate show and him not practicing what he was preaching. Guys, chill, this is a movie. A script which should not influence people considering we are of GenX. The last time I was influenced by a movie/movie star was in my early teens and I still laugh at my foolishness. The next time you see aamir doing something foolish in real life, shoot him down with questions till he’s murdered, until then, enjoy the movies.

Finally, Talaash, a mind-boggler, a chilly ride worth watching it at the theaters. I’m a bit late with the review but it did deserve a standing ovation.



With this humongous pile of work and a headache which will haunt me for the next couple of hours, I come up with an interesting review about a really interesting movie. OMG as it says is actually OMG like. Yes, I squeaked like an 18-year-old.

Paresh rawal, Akshay kumar, Mithun da as the lead actors in this film which also has other respectable cast and crew has a lot of meaning and sense to it.

Reality cinema has always been a huge gamble for film makers and this movie is no less. Its attack on Religious sentiments seems to be pretty fair and I’m actually surprised that there hasn’t been a revolt of any kind all through the country, leave alone the world. The plot revolves around Paresh Rawal, a normal business man who sells idols of gods and goddesses by making up stories just to sweeten his meal. In a world filled with god fearing persons, paresh sets his tone loud and clear of him being a god believer and not someone who believes in a black statue which is being treated with special rituals.

A very interesting story line with a perfect cast can be the ideal day at office for a film maker and he’s exploited this situation very well. Paresh loses his entire business due to an earthquake and starts off a journey blaming god and his so-called servants. The story is about his stride against preachers of god who portray him as a materialistic attention monger.

What impressed me in the movie is the quality of the script and the screenplay. Akshay kumar for once actually did justice to the cinema barring his silly second grade jokes and imitations. It’s not the big money which gives great movies but a great will and a vision to make such classy cinema.

On that note, I leave you all with something I’ve learned of this movie. Start loving yourself before you love others, and be god loving, not god fearing.

  • Jab tak thi jaan


    There are two things in life I’ve decided not to do.
    1) Watch another SRK movie
    2) Any form of an Indian love story.

    Jab tak hai jaan has justified its name. It took away all the jaan from me.

    An aged SRK, a hot bimbo in katrina and a chatter box in Anushka. Typical Yash raj characterizations. What’s new to the movie is.. err.. an unwanted so called ‘bikini’ and the pecks. Supposedly SRK has a no kissing policy, like the Americans were going to let Iran nuke them if he hadn’t done it.

    The plot is simple, rich girl, poor guy, punjabi sentiment, a fortnight of meeting, an underground club dance (I wish I could get away with such pathetic dancing and still score someone like Katrina), a couple of coffees and finally a ride to Katrina’s long lost mother, who apparently found true love after living for 12 years with her husband.

    The movie has so many loopholes that katrina had to use all the plastic on her face to keep it running. Anushka has done so much justice in her role that I almost thought of considering an Army job. Damn, if only such hot ‘instant makeout instant break up’ chicks were a part of any job, leave alone the Army.

    I’ve heard that in recent times ARR reads the scripts of movies before going ahead with the music. I doubt how he said yes to this. The BGM is so poor that I started hating the only good song of the movie at the end of it.

    You know what could have made this movie a good one? A script with some logic and sense. Also, if I’m going to see comments on Yash jis death and me respecting his movies? I’m sorry folks, you can unfollow me. I don’t fall for sentiment. Its pure opinion, rather fact based society we live in and this movie was as good as SRK’s last one in My name is khan.

    Raw deal: Go ahead and watch it if you are a) blonde b) bored out of your guts c) for katrina’s hot legs and slutty clothes and d) Anushka’s Incest trials. Definitive paisa wasool in that case.