Well Done ABBA and Shyam Benegal...

Looking into the MID-Day, I saw a 2.5 stars adjacent to Well done abba... Shyam Benegal and 2.5 stars.. No it just didn't go.. Then a 10 sec advertisement on 'Channel V' confirmed my thought process... I had to go for it... My jijaji and my sis were convinced in the next half and hour and so were the tickets at sterling.. All left was to see was the superb performance of a man so talented, capable of changing the face on Indian Cinema...

Yes, with a double roll in the movie, Boman Irani probably has shown what acting is all about.. something to learn for the commercial six pack cinema... this is a one in a lifetime role that even Pankaj Kapoor would crave to perform... The adaptation of the characters, The nitty gritties that change the whole outlook of the movie were performed with such ease that the comfort level of the audience just rises to another level.. What ever I write here.. is just insufficient to capture the essence of the role performed.. even so as there were two surprisingly different ones in the same movie...

The amazing performance of Boman Sir, was complemented by the uniqueness in the direction of Shyam Benegal. The Muslim culture in India, with the drawbacks mainly due to the lack of education and were not the theme of the movie at all.. But Only Benegal could embed it in such a manner as to not create any controversy...

It also creates a brand for the telegu (language and culture both) making it not only more individualistic and different by not prototyping it as South Indian, but also stylish and connectible...

Reveling any more would be spoiling the movie for anyone who is reading this.. but all in all a must watch for someone who loves Parallel cinema... Would take 1 star away for the added commercialization in the last 10 mins of the movie...

Personal Rating - 4 stars

Ps: -
1. Anyone who doesn't enjoys six pack cinema over parallel cinema, this might be a risk...

2. The pathetic commercialization of the critics giving rating to movies is a bane on Indain Cinema. True hard work like this gets 2.5 starts.. MNIK gets a 5... I am confident that any true critic would realize the difference and rate vica- versa.. People looking for ratings to go for movies should realize the fall of the authenticity of the critics in the industry and take their decisions accordingly...

200 moments of life

While watching the man complete that single of a lifetime, with tears of passion in his eyes, one is forced to think 'god doesn't cry, does he?' So why is that I believe so.

Embarrassed to shed tears of joy in front of others around me, i moved into my room while contemplating as to how could a human do what this Icon just did. Is it that he is over talented and no one can achieve that target.

Just to my realization it dawned upon me - No he isn't god. Or probably he could be but what he just did was not something which required the power of a bison or the eye of an eagle. I mean we always say that Sehwag would score a double ton, or it could be Ponting, yuvraj or anyone for that matter. (And now that it been broken by someone, many others would get there..) Then why wasn't it one of them? to be fair they have been given more than 200 opportunities each.

The answer is simple. They aren't Sachin Tendulkar. They might be as talented as him and probably have more muscle power and the timing. But when one man plays for 50 overs, runs for over 400 runs, 2 years after he should have retired (as some say)... then you know that it is not the talent that has made him achieve this, but his will, determination, and passion for the game.

Take this in any form of your life. You might not be the best in your life at what you do, or wish to do. For instance kamli as claimed by sachin's coach was more talented than sachin. When there is a person who plays alongside you since childhood and your coach, your teacher, your mentor, the person who you look at for motivation, tells you that that batsmen is better than you, what would you do..? What would i do...? Get dejected, cry, leave playing, do an MBA...?

This man chooses to get into the highest form of the game against the best bowling attack presently and score that 200; silently making his coach cry by achieving what no man could till date.

There will be many who score 200 runs in one day cricket now. But there wont be a person who can wait 20 years to gain experience, to better his talent, to practice and become better day after day, with age being no constraint. There wont be a person who breaks records not on the basis of talent, but on the basis of pure determination. There wont be a person who can stay modest after achieving all one can. There wont be a person who does not think that achieving something is difficult just because no one else has got there. there wont be a person who is respected by the total population who know that cricket is not just an insect. there wont be a man who can make a billion people feel the way they felt on 24th of Feburary 2010. There wont be a Sachin Tendulkar.

The place I’ll miss the most…

Woh pehli baar, college mei aana

Wahan pe aake, usse bekar kehlana,

Woh canteen ko dekh ke, hairan ho ke kehna,

Kya humme abhi, yahan hai padna…?

Woh pehli baar, lecture mei bethna,

Aage peche sabko, ajeeb se ghoorna,

Phir sirf dil mei, khud se hi sochna,

Kya humme 4 sal yahan hai rehena…?

Subah college aake, lecture mei bethna,

Pehle hafte baad, phir kabhi nah karna,

Submission ke waqt, har jagah daudna,

Phir sochna, kya mujhe yehi hai karna…?

Woh results ka await-ment, din bhar karna,

Woh pehli KT, phir ghar ja ke rona,

College ko aur khud ko, phir gaali dena,

Phir khud ko bolna, next time aur hai padna..!!

Woh ladkiyon ke peche, pura lattu hona,

Unse bateen karne ke, naye tariken dhudna,

Phir aakhir mei jake, pata lagana,

Woh toh samajhti thi, khud ko tumhari behna…!! L

Woh college festival, mei participate karna,

EXTC ke pechide, slogans bolna,

Woh bio sucks, woh comps hai bhalta,

Woh tug or war me, logo ko hospital pahuchana..!!

Woh Jabarzasti notes sirf anna se hi lena,

Aur phir usse hi mistakes, ke liye gaali dena,

Woh exams aur viva, ke liye sabke saath padna,

Lekin Exams mei phir bhi, kuch aur likhna.

Woh IV ka preparation, jo hai exams se jyaada,

Wahan pe sone ko, paap kehlana,

Woh bekar ke betmatlab, afwaa fehelana,

Unka blame fir, bechare yadav pe dalna.

Woh hatred towards proffesors, who choes ka paida hona,

Woh serious fights, jinka koi matlab na hona,

Sirf ego clash, par kissi ka na maanana,

“Ki galti toh aakhir, dono ki hai na…”

Woh din bhar sirf, Cricket hi khelna,

Woh sabko batting balling, dono k liye rona,

Woh aankh bandh kar ke, bat ghumana,

Woh watchmean ka daat ke, sabko bhagana…

Woh anne ke lectures, mei GHAR PE karna,

Woh bekar me class mei, 1/2 chillana,

Woh sayal ke lectures, mei full attendance hona,

Devesh ko chood ke, kisi ka dhyan na dena..!!

Woh canteen mei beth ke, 2 ghante baad puchna,

“Aaj lectures saren, bunk karenge na..?

Woh kunal ki Chaddi, woh Nikil ke galiyan,

Woh anna ko baar baar, Cutting k liye kehna…

Woh saren assignments, ko copy karna,

Kabhi kabhi toh, utna bhi nah karna,

Woh term tests, jisme sabko hai copy karna,

Lekin term work marks, sirf Dipti ko hi aana..

Woh last year, mei totally badalna,

Woh serious hona, woh job dhundna,

Woh project work, jo ki bahar se karna,

Woh last time, fir padai karna…

Woh last sem mei, nostalgic hona,

4 saal k yaaden, taaza hojana,

Woh class fotos, woh class videos,

Aur yeh sab dekh ke, fir almost rona….

Yeh baten kabhi na bhulenge hum,

Yeh 4 saal saal ab lagte hai kam,

Chahe jahan bhi hum jayenge iske baad,

Yeh college aur dost, har waqt aaenge humme yaad…!!

Place named paradise

Few miles away from home,

There’s a place very nice,

People call it Watumull,

I call it Paradise.

Few miles away from home,

When I travel to that place,

Life feels like a song,

That’s loaded full of happiness and grace.

Few miles away from home,

The see breeze speaks,

And the setting sun tells me,

Please stay here for a few weeks.

Few miles away from home,

Where my friends and I meet,

Even the worst miseries and sorrows,

Seem like a welcome treat.

Few miles away from home,

Where even in the night,

When we shut our eyes,

We hear laughter and delight.

Few miles away from home,

Exists that dreamland of bliss,

Where all grief is forgotten,

And all hardships are amiss.

Few miles away from home,

Even failure is a cheer,

As it gives you a chance,

To stay for another year.

Few miles away from home,

Is that place, which gets me higher,

For it to be a part of me forever,

Is all that I desire.

Few miles away from home,

Is a place which, till I die,

Whenever I remember it,

I shall definitely cry.

Few miles away from home,

There’s a place very nice,

People call it Watumull,

I call it Paradise.

frnds forever...

Woh Jai hind ki gully,

Woh Aundhe ka class,

Woh physics tuitions mein hasna,

Cricket khelte waqt who bhadas.

Woh kadali kay tests,

Woh copy karne ka prayas,

Woh exams se pehle,

Questions ratne sirf jo ho khass.

Woh 12^th standard vacations,

Goa jane ki who aas.

Wahan long drives pe jaana,

Phir hotel mei so jana bindas.

Woh igloo ki raten,

Jahan hum padh kay hue pass.

Woh aakhiri waqt pe ratna,

Phir lena chain ki who saans.

Raat bhar woh guppe,

Jo durr kare din bhar ki who thakas,

Who dosto ka mazzak udhana,

Phir bhi dil mei who mithas.

Yeh lamhe hum na bhulenge,

Yeh hai bahut hi khaas.

Our friendship is forever,

Baki sub hai bakwaas.

lost in love..?

All that you think to be,

The Almighty’s blessings,

Are well and truly,

Just hardships and cursings,

When love seemed beautiful,

When love seemed kind,

When all my love,

In her I would find.

When loving her truly,

Was my only pleasure,

And I loved and treated her,

Like a golden treasure.

When the sea was silent,

When all seemed pure,

It was then when the realization,

Struck me for sure.

That silent seas,

Are signs of storm,

And this is when,

My heart was torn.

This is when,

I was brutally cheated,

My heart and my love,

Like crap they were treated.

My commitment was taken,

Was stepped and stamped upon,

The girl who claimed to love me,

Was nothing but a wily con.

Promises made earlier,

Which were our loves token,

Were now considered junk,

And were shamelessly broken.

I sobbed, I howled,

I bleed, I cried,

I had lost my love,

My love that lied.

I had lost my soul,

I had lost my faith,

I had lost my self,

Only my end was to await.

I looked around,

Nothing was found,

I tried to listen,

But heard no sound.

With tears in my eyes,

I moved ahead,

To construct a path,

Which was possible for me to tread.

A path, which moved me,

Away from pain,

A path, which would make me,

A little more sane.

And the he the almighty,

Made me realize,

That all this was just,

A small little sacrifice.

A sacrifice that would take away,

Something abysmally inconspicuous,

And give me something,

Much more advantageous.

And now I am glad,

That the treacherous mirage,

Was taken away before,

The damage was too large.

All that you think to be,

Hardships and cursings,

Are well and truly,

The Almighty’s blessings.

Love gives you a lot....

There was a time in my life,

When everything went wrong,

And me trying my best,

Never got anything right; for long.

Whenever I thought of love,

It was a disheartening time,

When I looked at the mirror,

I felt as though THERE stood a crime.

I blamed god for everything,

And then I think he realized,

That I needed someone,

Who could change my life.

Who could let me know,

What I’m worth,

Who could help me learn,

The purpose of my birth.

Who could get me out,

Of the crap that I faced,

Who could help me struggle,

Through my obstacles in grace.

Who could FINALLY love me,

The way I did,

And would not leave me,

Just coz I did something stupid.

I looked around,

And there was nothing I could find,

And THEN… god send me You.

Just in the nick of time.

Suddenly and surprisingly,

Life for me was completely different,

I cleared 10 subjects.

And I realized what god meant.

He could have given me ALL this,

A long time ago,

But he wanted me to cherish,

And he wanted me to know.

He wanted me to value,

Your love that I posses,

He wanted me to love you,

So that I get success.

Today I realize,

Our loves true value,

And on this day I can now proudly say

“I LOVE YOU”