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

Whodunit turns horror!

The prime strength of a perfect whodunit lies in the fact that how far a regular movie going audience can relate to its climax and how much of a complex plot it carries throughout..alas! Talaash fails in these departments.

Mumbai we have seen before,nothing like 'never before'...the dark lanes inhabited by sassy prostitutes,the tough khaki policeman, the upper class section with lower level morals, hopeless pimps aka top class informers, getting acts straight either by omission or commison,railway quarters with cotton sari decked housewives!

Its an intelligently structured and a very well crafted film (art director Sharmista Roy and Cinematographer K.U.Mohanan deserves mention) ,Reema swiftly transcends her genre from psychological thrill to edgy paranormal 'life after death' thrill, almost akin to a Manoj Night Shyamalan mould,though she tries too hard to make a cord with metaphors (Aamir’s mouthing 'talaash' frequently,a film with drowning people goes tad disappointingly in sync with lines like 'dard mein doobe huye'!), but alas, those turn out to be too obvious even for the aam janta...

Its a good film, no doubt, at least a one time watch, but the problem with the film lies in the fact that unlike some of the well made thrillers of our time (Gupt, 100 days, Kahaani) ,in Talaash,u don't care about the case, or any of the characters: neither the cop, the wife, pimp, kid or the streetwalker! the inner psyche of the characters seems too indulgent,while the basic premise of the film turning out to be a revenge drama before the reel comes to an end!

The technical department of the film deserves mention for creating a significant flair while creating an ambience going well with the theme of the film..dark, edgy, suspense! while coming out of the theater,u carry along with u just one person... Nawazuddin Siddiqui !! one hell of an actor who never cease to surprise us!

Why it bothers so much after a certain period of time?

I love someone,and i can pretty well deal with it..but, am not into a relationship coz m pathetically bad in continuing with the same! Its as simple as that! Period!
Love and Relationship! Two sides of the same coin? maybe yes! maybe no! or two diverse versions that binds two individuals together? Dealing with the former seems easier - a kiss,a heartbeat skipped,holding hands,walking down the seashore,walking under the moon,love making-on and off bed,on the terrace,balcony,beach house,open air..waking up next to someone..all these without any baggage,without any expectations,apprehensions!

Dealing with the latter seems tough after the initial likeness and penchant for each other seems delusional after a point of time! A face seems unattractive after a certain time, a body seems monotonous after a period of continuous sex for successive days, the never ending endless talks seems boring after a point, there's seems to be lack of words, soothing,calming love talk turns into violent outbursts, sometimes..trying to escape out of such outbursts leads into a numb period of silence,and you wait..and wait..and just wait...! your heart craves for something,and u do the exact opposite of it!
Relationships equals to Expectations! and there u go...end it! Expectations...too many to count, too many to comply to..'I need to/You have to be/I ought to/You have to/Come now/Call me now'...even if u dont want to,you have to..comply
ITS EXAM TIME NOW!
Question and answer round! never ending ones... 'Why? Where? When?Whose?What?'...the queries keeps pouring in and you have to answer..with explanation! monosyllable answers wont do, brief or theoretical explanation counts here..that ceases all your worries, cools down your temper,and in return u get a bigggg hug!! viva done,got ur marks,excellent score,time for a hug,and a quick sex to make up for the huge bouts of nerve wrecking questions!!

That Something,Someone called LOVE!!

A simpleton. A simple soul. A simple life. A simple being. A mere simple person. From a very simple small town,here's his story! He wakes up early morning at 6, finishing his chores, he does some yoga, takes his bath, he is a religious soul, he prays for an hour! he does meditation..eats his breakfast. Goes to college.Comes back home by evening. Checks his mails, attends few calls, watches tv silently, time for dinner, time to sleep! He doesn't mingle around with his friends, he doesn't have much friends to talk about. His life is simple, his life is just his own! Sounds pretty boring eh? but..he has a charm..when he talks, he is witty..when he is with me, he is adventurous..when he is naughty, and...he is a maniac..when we watches movies!
.....and i fell in love with that boring simple soul!

He came to The Big City..searching for a job, his resume was super cool,he was instantly hired by a well to do MNC. His work life began. Morning to evening working for life, working for the big bucks, working to make it big! And yes...big it was..pretty big!! And in that very big city,he found a new life...a life filled with friends, parties, late night outs, friends, alcohol, pubs, bars, shoppings, the nitty gritty of the big razmataz city life lured him,and he earned to make it big,to make it there..at the top! and boy! he made it really big!! He sounds interesting now? yes he does....
..... but,he didn't seem interesting afterwards! i searched for the charm..couldn't find! I searched for his humor..seems lost! he lost his adventurous streak...seemed like a man made machine! movies were replaced with computers and digits! the simpleton was replaced with an arrogant soul!
......and so, i started hating that big rejuvenated city guy!

.............and then...someone died...we cried.. we buried... we prayed.. we hugged...turned over..never to look back again....that someone, something..called LOVE!! 

HOUSE OF MEMORIES!!

A house where i have spend almost 2 and half years of my life.A house which i used to refer as our love den! I seldom hated travelling such a long journey from my own house to our love den! but then, there was always the attachment, the bond,the fulfillment and the ecstasy of spending days and nights with u...how time flies, how we have crossed those years,how we have survived those blissful years..and how you have gone out of my life..along with that house!
somewhere,i thought it was bound to happen,felt the same while bidding goodbye to the house for one last time,when you moved out of the house and shifted to another place...i knew somewhere, that along with the house,i too m finally bidding you goodbye..forever..from my life..it was just an irony to stay attached for few more months,but the end was then..there..at that moment..when i finally saw you coming down the terrace with your luggage from our love den!
But,even after almost more than a year of our separation from that love den,the smell of that house lingers in my nostrils, the moments that we have spend torments me sometime, i still cherish those love making sessions on the terrace,in your bedroom...the kitchen..where i had hugged you and hold you in my arms for the first time..all those seems to be a dream now...well..it has now remained a part and parcel of my past,in my dreams...to remain within me,for the rest of my life! Life moves on...i too, have moved on,so I dont miss your presence at all, but i do miss those wonderful moments that i have spend with you

Found out a long lost note that you had written about me..i guess so... :

"Came across another turning point of life..made a grt blunder of my life..but u wr der..u saved my life frm getting ruined..i had mistakn you..bt u came 2 me n drove away all my sorrows..excused my faults..once again i understd you,could feel you..a tear ws dropped dat took me more n more closer to you..yes der s an abstract entity called 'Relationship'--God's purest blesings..i had faith in it n still it's d same..its our own fault dat v cant see bt bein forced v blame on d right person..bt as tym passes d actual scene s revealed..Dear m sorry to d power of infinity..cant express dat how much m filled wid u..i swear..m soo glad dat m on my own now...its our life altogether..we two..yes i can deal with it better without any 'fake' support system which vanishes after a due course of time...but u r always there,and U will be..U and my parents..touchwood!!..love you..always....."