Choti Bahu disappoints!!

Choti Bahu is all chiffons, sindoor, backless cholis, singing melancholy at nights,gun and a glass of wine in tow with seduction to the core!...but she disappointed me terribly with her 'over the top' cartoonish character (which actually shows Tigmangshu Dhulia's lack of handling an intense women centric subject),so instead of being lethal and dangerous,she turns quirky at times!

Its a good sequel but since i went with the sole intention of watching Choti Bahu's further quest for power and play with seduction, she disappointed me! 'Mujhe sirf mard milte hai, koi shayar kiyu nahi milta' (Why do i meet only men and not poets!), in her hunger to suppress the dominance of her man,the Saheb, Choti bahu (like the prequel) will easily jump into bed with the gangster to keep her man frail but alive! One of my most loved character which could have been handled more delicately by a Vishal Bharadwaj...Irfan Khan surprisingly is a tad bit glum this time ,but the film completely belongs to Jimmy Shergill,enacting with a razor sharp performance with delicate nuance and charming screen presence. I guess the best part of the film is its climax where the director wants you craving for more, so u can't help but wait for the next sequel to come,specially for Soha Ali Khan's character (the director cleverly ends the film turning her into another Choti Bahu in the making!) There are certain scenes which could have been handled more aesthetically with far better,vivid, bolder strokes (like the symbolic use of the color red quite frequently in the narrative)

It is perhaps one of the best sequels to come out in recent time,because it is a perfect extension of its precursor unlike the endless sequels that bollywood churns out every year.

Addicted and Accustomed to...!!

The empty coffee mug lies at the bed side table. Its 8:00 am. I opened my eyes to the glimpse of a framed portrait of us, clicked last year at Aryan's 2nd birthday. Next to it, a frail leftover cheese cake on the china dish and a half emptied glass of  wine from last night, the torn Durex wrapper lying next to it. I could hear the sound of the morning hawker crying incessantly out on the street,much to my annoyance. I turned over, snuggled up inside the blanket. Always hate it when the morning sun glistens on to my face erratically disturbing my sleep, i tried to shut my eyes off and laid my hands over his sleepwear and the book that he had been reading in the morning, 'The autobiography of Malcolm X'... why is he into too much of these biographies i wonder, i started reading once but it bored me to death, i sighed! His phone rang, careless whispers filling the air, i know he hates such phone calls, hates when he is in there, to a much needed morning shower. He used to coax me a lot before,inside for those early morning showers with him, but 'an early morning cold splash doesn't arouse me babe' had told him once. He had laughed and tickled me down there much to his pleasure and to my early morning erection. He came out 10 mins later rubbing his wet torso with the blanket,saw me awake,came over, smiled and kissed my cheeks. 'An early morning desolate wife calls her husband to come back home! Ria called,call her up' i said, tiny sprinkles of water dropping down my face from his wet hair, 'Ah ya, gotta drop Aryan to school today, she is leaving for work bit early.' he said, avoiding my sarcasm! He went and sprayed himself with the Park Avenue cologne. 'Too strong' i clinched.. 'for a much needed monday morning' he smiled and searched for his favorite briefs from the wardrobe. Within a few mins, he dressed himself to his much cherished and my much hated corporate attire, holding the steaming hot coffee mug and the Deccan herald he came and sat next to me. 'Wake up lazy bum, still naked inside!' He grinned and went back to reading the paper, i leaned over and laid my head on his lap, my face to his crotch. He stroked my hair 'Get up, u r getting late for college, will call u from office, Ria's going out for her cousin's wedding this weekend,shall we plan up for a short trip somewhere nearby?'' Ah! monday! the much hated word! another week ahead, another 5 days of not seeing each other (bless the cell phone!) another wait for the weekend, another wait for the love making sessions, but most importantly... another wait for that 'body' that i have become, in due course of time...so much addicted and accustomed to!!

KIT KAT BREAK BANTA HAIN..!! :)

They giggle at the doctor, laugh hysterically at him, the hero says a 'hi' with a toothless grin, time to groove, so one starts beating onto his drum (tiny one for his tiny little hands!), mumbling words, they make faces, time for some steps... the heroes opt for gangam style, one tiny golu molu shows her frog style 'sit and dance', shake the leg, move the bum,swirl the hands.... and overnight they become the nation's favorite dancing stars!...

from the love struck squirrel to the love birds to these dancing kids,KIT KAT does it again...and it can't get better, cuter and charmer than this!!

Race to box office success sans any logic!

And the director duo does it again,what they have been doing, and are

best in doing over the years..formula for quick success and magnanimous

grossing at the box office!

So what's the formula? A thriller that zips,zaps and zooms through

picturesque landscape, bikini/botox babes, well sculpted greek gods..out

for some revenge, settling few old scores, hatch some conspiracies,lust

for money, lay few murderous traps, ear throbbing jarring music, well

sequenced (some funny as well!) actions scenes camouflaged within layers

of style but bereft any logic or substance...garnish it with some added

flavour in the form of swindling casinos,fast cars and card games...

and what u get is a fast paced stylized action thriller !

Saif ali khan thankfully saves the show sans any eye concealer (unlike

his other 40+ 'Khan' contemporaries), Deepika and Jacqueline..the two

perfectly curved sexy sirens sportingly flaunting their gorgeous

cleavage and legs ( the latter's surgical pout adds up to the charm) and

John Abraham proves yet again that he's all brawns and no brains!

But am i complaining with the formula? Nope..coz i had my paisa as well as my pop corn fully vasool on this one!

The bold, the bitch and the beautiful!!

Exposing her personality in a hot steamy bathroom ,she listens to Madame Butterfly, staring blankly into space and flicking the lamp on and off..’I will not be ignored’.. she is born to play the bitch! she personifies as ‘the other woman’...’the mistress’... u can’t really think of her as a monster or a Michael Myers.

Hollywood by far has been fabulous in portraying such diverse characters, radiating sexuality dangerously! she wont let u treat her like some random slut you can bang a couple of times and throw in the garbage or a stinky load in a bus terminal toilet, obsessively stalking her erstwhile lover as chilling as a predatory female..

mostly decked up in blacks, reds and maroons, sexual fury personified, add to that a huge cleaver in hand (mata hari???), suicidal tendency creeping up on her mind quite often,frequent emotional blackmailing on the phone to her man uttering every word in such a freezing way laughing and breaking down hysterically that's ends shivers down your spine.

Urvashi Dholakia, Big Boss season 6 winner,stunned me with her komolika act in Balaji telefilm's hugely popular daily soap 'kasauti Zindagi Kay' many years before with her oomph (specially the initial episodes), the bitchiness with the slight twink of an eye, twitch of her eyebrows or the half twitched smile along with the signature score that played everytime she appeared on screen!! i always feel she has an untapped potential to portray a la Alex Forrest ( Fatal Attraction) kinda role with panache!! just love her!!

Mandola and his 'Gulabi Bhains' steals the show!

Vishal Bhardwaj churns out a comic desi narrative political satire with his trademark structured Shakespearean elements of drama and epic,but sans the tragedy this time, accentuating the fact why he still remains one of the best in the business,though with his fair share of flaws!

At one point a friend tells Matru 'You are a corny bastard',to which Matru replies quite mockingly 'And you a bourgeois bitch!' which actually sums up the basic premise of the film in a nutshell..the nexus between those in power with those in deep needs,wherein the innocent oppressed rural villagers are often stuck in between.Even with its hitches,the film shines through,thanks to its layered script, rustic,quirky characters (a brilliant ensemble of theater actors) and few symbolic colors (the pink buffalo,desi daru called gulabo sold in pink bottles,red rag in which the rebellious Mao write his edicts) merged within the real and the surreal.

Pankaj Kapur as the split personality Mandola is the pivot of the film,Bhardwaj yet again brings out the best from him post Maqbool and Blue Umbrella,high point being the drunken camaraderie between him and Matru (Imran Khan) and the twice repetition of the slang 'B@#$%D' in a slurred tone.Though the film suffers from few unconvincing facts,like Imran & Anushka, playing villagers who have been educated in the west,consistently in sync with the Haryanvi patois and accent and Shabana Azmi playing the corrupt minister too evil to be true!Though its a delight to watch Azmi walkaway with panache even with a half baked 'walk-on' character while Arya Babbar excels as her buffoon like son.

Its not in the same league as Omkara, Maqbool, or Makdee but definitely better than 7 Khoon maaf or Kaminey and definitely worth a watch!

Back to where i left him!!

A quick decisive journey sprung upon suddenly, started with a bumpy, hilarious, antakshari filled joy ride via an almost empty overnight bus to mangalore, dining at an 1 hr halt, starting with non stop songs,clicks and giggles for darkened hours with a friendi humming to her 'suurila taan', sleeping woes caused by some sleeping chaos... few tumbled over in sleep, while few had more side turns than the real sleep, few couldn't escape out of the windy blows out of the window cracks and the zig zag road that followed...while myself and the moon played hide and seek all through the nite!

Reaching our destination sprawled in a beautiful canopy of hills, meadows and coconut trees..refreshed..set onto our Day 1 of the colloquium at Father Muller Medical College campus..amidst the scientific sessions of Sensory motor training, neuroplasticity and a non linear approach to persons with Stroke,enjoyed the sumptuous lunch at the buffet!

Post conference, a few tussles and a few 'wot-to-do-wot-not-to-do' scenario, few parted ways to the church..while my craziness for the sea drove 4 of us to the sea while turning a very dear friend of mine to hate me for the rest of the journey! Few completely assimilated themselves into the sea with the setting sun's mystical hue of red,orange and pink canvas providing the picture perfect background font! while i,being the ignorant myself,drove inside, tagging along with me my ID card,wallet, mobile and camera! bathing..laughter..slips.. stunts..waves..sand...clicks and chills later,returning back with sand covered from top to toe! Chinese meal at the dinner and post few fun streaked 'get outs' (later realizing the depth of it !alas!!..apologizes!)..dozing off!

Day 2 embarked upon with troubled stomach,morning sickness and tablets for few,and post Day 1 tiredness,with an unbelievably terrible wake up call for me,from home..passing on the day with topics viz: spinal cord rehab,everyday transfers on stroke,movement analysis to give us company and a wonderful presentation on Implementing Motor Behavioural Change by our Principal at the Colloquium,..

Returning back..while 4 dozed and snored to glory,the rest played mischief behind :) with an awesome finale by one of our friend tipping down from the upper berth amidst the sad colored half closed curtains,few being her saviors while few couldn't stop our laughter :D