The Pursuant

Delhi Belly

Cast: Imran Khan, Vir Das, Kunaal Roy Kapoor, Vijay Raaz, Poorna Jagannath, Shenaz Treasury

Rating: ****

A crisp 96 minuter which takes you deep down the shit holes of Delhi and leaves you wondering whether all those rib tickling jokes were just potty humor or did you genuinely find them funny?

3 guys, midst dirt, messy apartment( basically some of our true stories) and some more dirt is what this movie revolves all around. 

The story line is simple, crystal clear. As they say humor is relative, what I may find funny you might not and so this movie is aptly given the adult rating(1- do not even take your kids to this one)(2 - if your a bachelor and you miss this one then don't blame me when your girl quotes a line from this one and your left wondering as to what, that was!). I was left wondering how the censor board let through so many things...SO MANY THINGS'.

There are parallel screenplays that keep colliding but are totally understandable. The film is about three Delhi bachelors, Tashi (Imran Khan), Arup (Vir Das) and Nitin (Kunaal Roy Kapoor), living in (by far) the filthiest place EVER!All of them do have a professionally stable background. Where Arup is a cartoonist , Nitin a photographer and Tashi a reporter they are the usual bachelors who have no interest(at all) in household work and totally hate their landlord.

Their routine life gets all haywire once they get their shit mixed up(literally) and  deliver a wrong package. And just for fun, just for FUN the wrong package that is being delivered is a stool sample!

What works in favor of the film is its dialogues and wonderful acting and even though the story does not have ground breaking stuff to offer you will not have time to relax your face muscles. By the time your down laughing about one thing another takes your toll.( I mean it). Can you but not stop laughing when a Russian has a firecracker stuck in his bum, a ceiling collapses and a brand new car gets its way trashed into pieces?

There were times where I  felt that the dialogues never sounded very 'Delhi' but yes the visuals were strong enough to remind me of the ugliest places and areas of Delhi and covered up for all those flaws.

Abhinay Deo after his little painful Game has done a brilliant job with this one and made sure that the technical side remains brilliant. Editing and casting are worth applaud. Rather I would give Delhi Belly the best casting for any movie this year.

Where Vir das has killed it with his brilliant comic timing, I felt Imran Khan was a bit repetitive and could have done well. But Vijay Raaz is the hero for me. He has just taken it  from the best villain to a WOW villain to me. Ram Sampath's music might be all contained in the background score and is thrown at you at the very moments it should have, the song Jaa Chudail is freaking hilarious.

This might not work with the masses cause of the fact that most of it is in English and that acts as a huge barrier.Plus such profanity and insanity is never seen in Hindi Cinema. The A certificate cant stop the awesomeness of the movie and it will cater to its audience in the best way possible.

Bollywood has taken a big  and BOLD step with this one , and once again , it is Aamir Khan who has showed the way! He's not only given us a movie that we will be talked about , but has also come to Imran's rescue, and given him a much needed re-launch.

Comparing this one to any of our oldies will be a shame cause this is a Movie in itself and will have its identity for times to come.

Its crude, its wild but its a movie you can watch twice, thrice or any number of times and still laugh and have fun.

:)

Polaris 2011

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People

Life is incomplete without descriptions and stories of people, from around us and from within our lives.
While we move through different phase's of our life we encounter new additions and removals from family. A family that we become as a class. A family that we stick together in name of as we work or achieve.

How exactly are we expected to receive new entries into our own well defined, nicely settled, and acquainted family.
The societies norm is that we should settle for change and make the newbies feel part of the clan. make them feel  like home. not give them a strange nudge, but is that all a person needs to become a part of the family(like seriously).
what for us may be a nice introduction and questioning and sometimes even fun session might look like a kiddish behavior to the ones who have walked in jus then.

We do our job while we go around asking for names and backgrounds of the new comers, but what do they feel about our whole *making them feel part* process is a totally different and here a shocking perspective.
What if all the while u were trying to be all nice n good they felt that they were being treated by small kids like toys who are being scanned so that they can join the big fat toy story*0_0*
May be, may be not!

What backgrounds they come from also shape a lot of ideas don't they?
They dressing up in a certain way also might be give away's to us "Wella"(jobless) people.

How can u decide that a person is not only gay but be so bloody sure of even spreading it around with a typical tone and expression - *Dude he's so Gay ya*.

All this without even knowing his name.

I stand in dilemma after hearing out the other side of the story as for me behaving in a decent and a good way to the new people was no where even close to perceiving them as kids.
It is also strange how all of the many can have a different overview of US...the Class...the family....the class that went from "I to WE" after some adventurous, bumpy rides :P

Life as It moves on

The girl from the Train

It’s not every day that you bump into someone through public transport that you can go ahead and talk to. This wasn’t one of those everyday people you see in the Local train in Mumbai and know them by their Station names and travel times. This was different than any of the stereotypical cases, it was different way beyond expectation and prejudice for me, because I wasn’t someone who belonged here.

This was a ride I generally did not take, it was one of those days when I was lazy and just didn’t mind travelling a mere 2 stations just for a cosy seat and a nice ride back home.

How many times do you sit in a train and are all sorted about how this one ride is going to be? No matter how huge hearted and easy going you might be there is always that saturation point, isn’t there?

That day it had rained, Mumbai is the city that redefines rains for all those who stay through its monsoon. While it were all dirt and gross for me, that day was different.  I was going to meet someone who was to be there for long and long enough to seep into mind, heart and further on…!

I blame it on my hometown for giving me such an approach but since I can’t change the past let me put that day as it happened.

From the corner of the town to small suburb it takes a mere 52 minutes and which is some time you can stand and reach your house where you know you can crash to the awesomness of a hot cup of tea/coffee.

That day didn’t give me my regular coffee as I reached late. It was because of that one girl. A girl who I didn’t speak to for a good whole 40 minutes just because I felt that the guy who was sitting with her was her boyfriend. Well my bad, I should have then this day would be different.

Nonetheless I did pick up courage by the 3^rd last stop to destination. All it took was some good decoding of memory to start a conversation with this perfect round Black eyed girl. (Eyes are what I see first in a person since the eyes are what I stare into all through a conversation).

Metaphor her face to that nursery rhyme that goes something like rosy lips, dimple chin….blah ble blu!

The one energetic face that I remembered from the first 20 days into my college life and the one face I thought were of someone older than me and on a higher position was this one sitting next to me in a totally unexpected ride – The Mumbai Local train! I’d thought that this sweet girl was the leader of the contingent that represented her respective college at our festival.

Sadly she was just a very enthusiastic participant. I was there on the recipient side when she was yelling her lungs off at the fest. All I did was look at the energy that she bought into her group of people. I give like 1/4^th of the winning credit to that energy.

Well to my surprise the same girl was sitting next to me, with one respectfully smiling friend by her side, and her boyfriend just bid, goodbye to her.

How, What , why would I say anything to a completely stranger out of the blue on a train that both of us had taken to head back home, after a tiring day at our respective college?

What were I supposed say not only to start a conversation but also make her reply with the same enthusiasm as me. Well with that one right thing I would get this lady straight to the point and reply with the same energy. It was that magical contingent name. The one word, which made her- rest her throat for 2 days cause of the intensity of the cheering. One hell of a director’s name and I said it not knowing the consequences. All that fit into the above 2 paragraphs up happened within a mere 2 seconds and 3 blinks. 2 words and she came to life all over again.

Speaking as in came to her naturally. Listening came the same way to me and the smiles that were thrown randomly into the air were just there adding to the delight. Delighting the way I’d thought the conversation would have gone. I didn’t lie. I said it like I hadn’t pictured it in my head and I was there spot on. Talking to a girl I knew through one meet at a festival in which I hadn’t even spoken to her at. She was just over with the happiness of the win when I bought it back and when u have positive memories with some event you don’t mind talking about it. Her hard work, her effort was all that she could tell me. Her friend was there smiling off to memories that they had because of something we had organised. Names were not that came first in our conversations. It was moments and images from the fest. Well I thank it for relating to all those from the other colleges around.

That ride wouldn’t have been the jackpot if it weren’t for her also to be getting down at the same stop as me. And yes it were surprising how 2 people doing the same course from 2 well known college and staying in the same bloody area of a city didn’t know each of them existed. Mutual friends existed but that one ride made us realise how small the world were.

I don’t know how to go around the clichéd way so I did ask for phone numbers within a mere 15 minutes. What went through their minds is what I’m unaware of but I did regret that decision later.

Nonetheless I took a detour from my general route just to see off this 15minute friend of mine.  One conversation I remember quite graphically is what happened that day in a very weird and crazy manner. One side of my own small area that I hadn’t been to was where she lived. It was two corners of this place.

Names came in later while the exchange of numbers happened. I’d been a fool in not registering how a very different name that this one had. It wasn’t one of the common ones for me at least. It wasn’t until I asked her to pronounce her name for me was till when I got her name wrong.

 Till date I curse myself for not having that conversation in a better place than a corner of a state highway, by a flower shop, that stood in front of a this place that also sold some nice smelling fried stuff.

The conversation itself will take a large toll cause those 20 to 25 minutes were the largest amount of time I had laughed once I were in Mumbai – a city that never slept, didn’t have time for all lazy souls like me and despite being all that was a place where you could bump into such awesome people. J

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2010: the year that was

2010 was the most; yes the most enterprising year in the lives of crazy, maniac, mindless geeks. Bespectacled and bemoaned, we the students of grade 12 pushed a donkey’s load of insignificant matter into our rather crumpled and aged old, grey minds.

The dreaded board exams were round the corner to greet us with its uncanny smile, beginning 2010. With answer paper supplement-count running into double digits, and the exam season lingering for a little less than a month; our fingers had almost permanently turned crooked.

Once we waded through that ocean of stress and strain, we discovered an island richly laden with spring flowers and fruit trees. As though we had discovered a grape vine, we were greeted- this time with a welcoming smile- to kindly enjoy the much awaited and much deserved summer vacations.

Lots of fun came our way that summer. Ignoring the blazing afternoon sun and the warm puffs of air beside the seashore, we caught and dodged and frolicked our way through the leisurely months of April, May and June. Of course, this Eden garden joy ended with the declaration of the results which was quickly followed by admission processes.

Running to colleges for form submissions, checking the merit lists the moment they are on display, securing admission, payment of fees, shopping for the new semester, making new friends, messaging the older ones, interacting with teachers and learning new subjects; that’s what we did the following three months.

As time passed and bonds became stronger, we stopped adjusting and started living our new lives at our new college. We got comfortable with the subjects and the projects and the deadlines. We acquainted ourselves to our seniors at college and made friends with them, occasionally hi-5ing them in the canteen. We learned that our stern professors are actually very accommodating; and we learned a lot more.

Now here we are looking back and recounting the good old memories. The memories we made in 2010. This may or may not be the best year in our lives; we may have smiled when we wanted to weep, we may have been hyperactive when we were down and weary, we may have done lots to make people believe that all’s well and we’re actually sick in the mind.

But all in all, 2010 was an eventful year when we did a lot; not always out of choice but mostly out of circumstances.

(P.S. this was meant to be posted earlier, however due to my negligence, I didn't put it up yet)

Peace is Possible

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and then read this piece
(This is something I wrote to Oprah Winfrey about one of my inspirations - Matti J.T Stepanek )


One person can bring about Change
Though being from a country of Gandhi's - I said dude this ain't happening; you randomly don't decide that you will stand for peace and the world will follow? All this jazz until I got to know about this one being call Mattie J.T. Stephanek

Mattie said so& Jeni supported and we followed.

 I've just seen pictures, just heard his voice through videos and read his poems & i wonder what would have happened if we had a face to face conversation. He is a brother to me, the one being  for who i look up to the stars and smile; telling myself that he will be looking at the bloody world change into a better place through his ideas!
I wish i could have been there by his side when he wrote all of those 100 odd poems that inspire me and move me till date. You ask me for a story - I can give u novel ,as that is the impact and the power of the words that came out of his pen.

He's the reason the a stone in D.C has this on it

He wasn't your stereotypical hero and never will be, but for me he is my real life and superficial hero. The park in D.C is on my bucket list and full filling at least one of his desires is  NOW priority.
Love and Peace...-
Since he said It was possible'