Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Happy B'day Bloggie!

One year has passed since its inception. 
I sowed 36 seeds.
It was watered by 3800 people.
It blossomed
It flourished
What was a seed then,
Has germinated and is slowly growing.
Hope it doesn't get destroyed
By forces of nature 
Or by the force within

Happy b'day dear little blog. 
Thanks for all the support, dear readers!
Thanks for the inspiration!
Thanks to all the friends who made me write and allowed to make them subjects.
Million thanks! 

(sob sob) Just got emotional! :P

Love you all.....

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

A Letter to Hell

Dear Brother-in-Hell,

First, let me express heartfelt condolences to your departed soul.

So, how's life there at hell? All cozily snug up?

You might me wondering how I came to know that you came directly to hell. Hell ya, I knew it, babe.
After all, a suicided soul would never reach up there.

By the way, how was your journey from Coimbatore to hell?

So, you would have came to know by now that the movie that you wanted to watch is releasing today. Ironically, you would not be able to watch it FDFS. I know that hell does not even have talkies, let alone multiplexes.

I have a question to ask. Did you actually think that your worthless soul was even less worth than the cost you needed to travel to your neighbouring state to watch the movie?
The cost to go to Kerala to watch that particular movie:
Lodge= 500
Food= 200
Total= 900

So you knew that the movie was not worth spending 900 rupees.
Still you went once to Kerala, couldn't you have stayed there for a day? You could have seen your star in action, eaten some Kerala food and got some banana chips for your family.
Yet, you came back with a dejected mind and then ended your life in a loose moment with a noose.
How sad!

So, how are your buddies down there?
I believe they too would be fine. How are guys who did the same when a superstar film flopped over a decade ago?

Seriously, did someone pay you for doing a publicity stunt for the promotion of the movie? The amount, how much ever it is might be a big sum for the family. Yet do you think any amount of money could replace the son of your parents, friend of your old chums, the lover of your girl? No, you were irreplaceable, my friend.

The media reported you to be 20 years of age. Dude, you had a lot of life remaining. You were the ripest of your age.


I know you will never get to read this. Shall deliver it by hand, when I come to meet you, say 50 years from now. You will see an old soul coming to deliver the letter. Nevertheless, I will see the 20 year frail looking soul at the best of health.
Or maybe will send it through some other duffer who may do a stunt when a next movie release is delayed.

So long,pal.

50 years is not a long time to wait.

See you in hell,
Brother from Earth.

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

The Walk of an Iron Will

The septuagenarian walks his path
With that solicitous demeanor
Behold the chalices he poured in with
copious amounts of wisdom and insight
The man who crafted a nation
An exemplar by all means
A harbinger in the field of teaching
Away and at his turf, he is praised

The glitter in his eye seems to glow
The fervent actions of faith in him flow
The man clad in white
A new age sage of substance
The opulence of the knowledge he gained
With the chivalry of a man who defended the mother land

With the uncanny prowess to pervade the goodness within
To the men and women
Who traced the path
Who chose to follow
He is the man who sought to lead
Brimming with knowledge
The sagacious chant of accounting the way of life
The acumen he possesses is second to none

For a man his age
The mettle seems nonpareil
He walks his chidren, hand in hand
To the path yonder
Through the roads less traveled
To reach the glory we seek
And he remains as a guiding light
That radiates bright

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Review- Chennai Express

Ready, Steady, Po!

The two odd hours of the bumpy ride on Chennai Express via Komban will leave you in dire straits on whether to love or hate the movie.

As the case is, the negatives do really outweigh the positives, love the movie becomes out of context.

The movie starts with Rahul, a 40 year old bachelor living in close ties with his grandparents. After the death of his grandfather, his grandmother wanted him to travel to Rameshwaram to do the last rites. His friends want him to join them on a joy ride to Goa to party. Goa went on and off after the random meeting of SRK and Dippy on the Chennai bound train.  

The accidental rendezvous, the chases, the fights and the love that emerges forms the rest of the movie. 

Rohit Shetty has done justice to the meaningless script that couldn't have been made better. The movie has left the boundaries of what a normal Hindi movie would have to offer (clearly what exactly a Rohit Shetty movie does) and did not reach the exact Tamil movie level where a puny hero would beat the hell out of the monstrous looking villains.

Shahrukh Khan was as usual at his best of abilities. Trying to make you laugh and trying not to make him cry is what King Khan is usually best at. With age catching on and numerous surgeries to his credit, the 47 year old actor's ability to woo the audience is pretty much still in shape. Still, the usage and abuse of the 5000 year old Dravidian language was condemned. 

The lady lead Deepika Padukone was undergoing transitions between heavily accented Hindi, Tamil and at times, was swept back to the old memories of her proper Hindi. The charming lady draped in silk lost her charm when compared to her previous screen appearance in YJHD. Deepika's on-the-bed hysterics was funnily insane and yes, she could be used if they wanted to make a spoof out of Bhool Bhulaiya or Manichitrathazhu. 

The esoteric don portrayed by Satyaraj was immense mockery of the south Indian local-goon-based patriarchy which was no less than poor anarchy put to rest.  

Tangaballi (Niktin Dheer) was all muscles and merely a prop used on screen. The dubbing was pathetic as accent crept in to the macho man's mouth. 

The Tamil speaking Sardar policeman , the song based communication etc were all quite blown out of proportion. 

The songs except Titli did not manage to make any impact. A dancer as good as Shahrukh failed to make his body groove the south Indian way while he was on the dance floor. Lungi dance was a clear underestimation of what Rajnikant was, is and will be. 

The film had abrupt editing glitches that underwent sudden emotional surges at times. If not editing flaws, the movie certainly lacked solid foundation regards to the script. 

Many of the themes in the movie seemed to be borrowed from the neighboring state of Kerala which included Theyyam, Kathakali, Pulikali etc. The camera department had captured the scenic beauty at its best. 

North Indians beware! Despite Chennai Express being a Hindi movie, almost 40% of the movie is in Tamil. 

SRK ought to get paid by Nokia and D&G as he has done free branding for both the brands. 

VERDICT: Chennai Express is worth a watch keeping aside all its flaws. The movie is an out and out entertainer clearly scripted for the masses. 
Did Rohit Shetty underestimate the power of a common movie goer? I flipped a coin and it stood on the edges. 

RATING: **1/2

Sunday, 11 August 2013

Marital Blues- Part 1

The wedding bells are ringing. Aren't they?

Yes! They are.

For the parents, it is just the matter of time for them to chart down the auspicious dates for the Sangeet and Shaadi for their young ones once they get hold of their diplomas and yes, the fate is sealed.

Some have already found theirs, some on the process of finding theirs and some have no idea on where and how to find them. I am talking about the soul-mates. I wonder if they really be soul-mates once the thread meets the knot.

Post the knot, the life is going to turn tables. Its going to be all thrown-up tantrums, the no-glycerin-needed-made-up-tears, the faked acidity-attacked-mocked-up chest pains and the hell lot of other funnily insane things.

After a year or so (might not take even 10 months or so for some, thanks to the Madras HC ruling), XX Jr and XY Jr start popping out and pooping all over.

And then memories start flowing in.
I had 'her', and then I landed up with 'this' female.
He proposed me. But I dint say a 'Yes'. My bad!

Paced at speeds greater than the rage of the Uttarakhand floods, it brings tears (sorrow or rather remorse). And then the friends meet, the numbers doubled, tripled and quadrupled by the forces of nature. The crushes and loves mated to different specimens under different shackles chained over.

Part 2- The Gen-Next meet!!!

The Barbershop Ordeal

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