Saturday, December 22, 2007

Taare Zameen Par – The Review

Taare Zameen par is the directorial debut of Amir Khan and he surely impresses.Amir Khan who is indisputably among the finest actors comes across as a magnificent story teller.

The story is of an eight year old boy Ishaan Awasthi. Ishaan has some snag with studies. He lags behind in class and most of the time he is standing outside after being punished. Ishaan loves to paints he lives in his own small world where fishes can talk, trains can fly and yeah he brings everything to life with the help of his paint brush. Lost in his own world Ishaan merrily play with fishes, street dogs and fantasize about fictitious characters.
Ishaan’s elder brother is the class topper and a tennis champ and hence it invites comparison. Driven by strong service class mentality Ishaan’s parents want their kid to excel in studies and concentrate more on academics. Ishaan fails in class 3 and faces rustication from school because of chances of getting failed two times in a row.Desperate time calls for desperate measure and Ishaan’s father enrolls him in a boarding school against his will and his mother’s. Ishaan feels betrayed, he is hurt he goes into this shock stage where he hardly talks to anybody and more importantly he stops painting. Here also he lags behind in studies but more importantly he loses the will to be happy.
Then comes a temporary art teacher Ram Shankar Nikumbh( Amir Khan), he tries to figure out the reason of Ishaan’s silence and disinterest. He finds few symptoms of dyslexia in Ishaan, and then decides to help him out. He educates his parents about dyslexia, convinces the principal to be liberal with his marks. Being a dyslexic himself, Ram Shankar relates with Ishaan’s problem. He not only helps Ishaan’s to deal with dyslexic but also builds up Ishaan’s lost self confidence.

Taare Zaameen Par strikes right chords because of an amazing script, meticulous direction, magnificent performances and Simplicity. Everybody would be able to relate with Ishaan. Ishaan’s problems his life at some moment will definitely become yours. Every character is beautifully written and Amir Khan makes sure you are acquainted with all of them. This is the beauty of TZP because everything is so believable and realistic that after some time you become a part of it.

TZP triumphs because of its simplicity. The characters are so believable that they feel like people living next door. Darsheel Safary is brilliant. Amir intelligently handled his screen time and he never overshadows the script or any other character.
It’s the master story teller Amir Khan’s sheer brilliance that he is being able to bring to life some of the most touching and heart warming scenes on celluloid. Amol Gupte’s sensitively written script indulges you into each and every emotion.
SEL gives a melodious heart warming music which not only adds to the narrative of the story but also embarks many unsaid emotions. “Ma” is unarguably among the best shot song of recent times. Hand held camera and sharp editing is vividly used in “Bheja Kum”, Date raho introduces all the characters colorfully and offcourse the title track is sheer melody.

TZP never tries to preach anything it’s not a movie about dyslexia. But it has a noble feel and an intrinsic kindness. This movie talks to all parents and forces them to introspect. TZP works because it is so relatable we all can see ourselves on screen at some point or another.

The only minute shortcoming of TZP is its pace. First half can be cut short by 15 minutes but I will say it doesn’t matter because the movie is slow for sure but you enjoy every moment of it.

TZP will make you laugh make you look deep into your soul will make you relive few childhood fantasies and it will make you cry. But its not a sad story it’s a over whelming experience and when in the final scene Ishaan run towards Ram Shankar you really feel world is a better place.


Sunday, December 16, 2007

Just three more months ...

Like Mithun Da’s career, Rabri Devi’s government or Nayan Mongia’s batting all good things come to an end. My student life is also coming to an end, the fifth term of my MBA just got over and if my history has got any credibility I will pass this time too (by a thin margin off course). After three months my student life would be over and I will join the corporate world. That means what... No more classes, no more stupid assignments No more cheating in the exams and yeah no more project meetings (which by the way is the far most inefficient act known to human race.).

But I m not happy, school brings back lots of memories, be it the early days of my kinder garden when my mom used to drag me to school and I used to cry, when Archana Ma’am looked like a cross bread between Doga and Skeleton. When most frequently asked question in the class room was “Ma’am can I go to toilet?”

To the middle school where we used to play king kong in the ground and chalk out plans which will save the man kind from the evil powers of the unknown. When becoming rock star, pilot or cricketer was the dream of many. When clearing another level in super Mario was the biggest achievement of the day.

To senior school when we made a promotion from shorts to full pants. When girls suddenly became the most attractive thing in the world. When I was forced to take the biggest decision of my life: engineering or Medical profession. When we bunked school to play cricket. When I watched basic instincts in mute mode in the hall, while mummiji and papaji were sleeping in their bedroom (I still thank my cable wala’s late night’s “special screenings”)

To the IIT days where sometime I was afraid of signing the attendance sheet in the exams, reason being it might be caught as proxy. My 15 movies in 48 hours run, or the 40 hours with out sleep khandala trip or the late night visits to Bandra. My first encounter with booze, my futile attempts on yahoo chat rooms to get a girlfriend, or the orkut profile hunting.

Finally IIM, it’s tough to remember good things about a city where “Chalobe na” and “Calcutta Bandh” are the two most common words after Namaste and Saurav ganguly. But I love this place because booze is cheaper here than Bombay. I love this place because I got my first bike here and many more firsts of my life happened at Joka.

World outside the college would be a different place. Like cursing won’t be that casual anymore. Sleeping in the office won’t be taken in good spirits and off course copying your project work won’t be an option because you will be working alone.

It scares me and excites me at the same time. Imagine there won’t be my father’s ATM card anymore. There won’t be any fake courses or fake expensive books by means of which I will justify my ATM withdrawals.

There won’t be any dobhi who will take care of my dirty laundry. No mess wale Asif Da, who by the way thinks that water and oil can be used in same proportion in any sabji. I will have to cook my own food, wash my dirty laundry and yeah wash the utensils too.

Since I m as confident of my cooking skills as Virender Sehwag is of his batting just a mere thought of it scares the hell out of me. Asif da looks like lady Annapurna to me now.

I will live my last three months of college like I have been living since last 5 and a half years. I will kill the time merrily and don’t worry about the future.

Current song: "Tum se hi" from the movie Jab we met

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Aaja Nachle - The review

"Aaja Nachle" is the come back movie of heartthrob of 90s , Madhuri Dixit, the dancing diva the dhak dhak queen ..but sadly Aaja Nachle turns out to be a mediocre movie which is definitely below the mark. I am sure Madhuri Dixit deserves better than this..

The movie starts in NY where Dia( Madhuri) a successful aerobic instructor or dance teacher is informed about her dying Guru. She immediately flies to India to meet her teacher, who i mite add is clearly the most irritating character in the movie. On her way she recollects all the memories of her life in India, where she learnt how to dance and LIVE.
The flashback part is the hardest to bear..Madhuri is clearly nt a bubbly teenager nemore..n its a torture to c a 40-smthing jumping arnd the city merrily..her Guru addresses her as "chudail"..n thts wen u realise tht nt all dialogues in the movie r meaningless.. Coming back to the story,
Dia elopes to NY with her firang boyfriend Steve (how he falls in luv with this old woman is a mystery!!)when her parents forcefully try to marry her to Mohan (ranvir). She leaves behind a hostile town, few broken hearts and a close friend. Once in NY she realizes that it was a bad decision.
Now aftr all these yrs..She is coming back
to Shamli. She reaches India but by the time she is here her guruji is already dead (thankfully!!) but master ji manages to torture by means of a video he leaves behind where he tells her that Ajanta the theater faces demolition because MP (Akshay Khanna) wants to build a SHAPPIN MAAL there. Dia decides to revive Ajanta by doing a show with the people of Shamli within 2 months and hence save it.

I love underdogs movies, its a genre which forms its foundation on hope, aspirations, motivation and courage. Sadly Aaja Nachle fails to embark these emotions.

As told by Guruji “ Jo dil se nikalta hai who Kala (art) hota hai jodil mein reh jata hai who Kaala(Black) hota hai”. Aaja Nachle also fails to inspire, it fails to indulge you into the lives of the characters. The journey for Dia that seems so difficult in the beginning turns out to be a cake walk. She hardly struggles to achieve the success.

“ Naach Gana nahin Nritya sangeet choudhari sahib” is enuff to convince the rowdy politician Choudhary Sahab(akhilender Mishra). “Aapke jaise modern jamaane ke foreign educted MP se” convinces Akshay Khanna. The whole town which hates Dia is pouring in for auditions. Madhuri dixit gets tons of extras, huge sets, costumes Funds to do all that and there is not even one single scene which shows her intense struggle or tries to explain how. Definitely these things can be left as cinematic liberty but a few explanations would have made the story more believable.

One thing which will impress anybody is the star cast of the movie. Ranvir Shourie as the tea stall owner Mohan who is madly in love with dia clearly stands out in terms of performance. This guy speaks from his eyes and when he says “Chai bhi aapki main bhi aapka he moves the screen; Vinay pathak looks cute and definitely acts well. Kunal Kapur, Irfan khan divya dutta Konkana Sen, : luks like the Director spent all his time on casting..

But the problem lies with the script which hardly leaves any scope for brilliance by any of these actors. Irfan Khan is wasted, Divya dutta has just one good scene and she does a great job. Dia tries to convince Shamli’s junta to support her in her struggle to save ajanta by saying “Jab tak suraj Chaand Rahega Shamli mein Ajanta ka Naam rahega”. Clearly Shamli is not convinced and definitely not you...Aftr the dialogues i hav quoted so far it wudnt require lot of brains to gauge another sad fact..the dialogues of the movie are uninspiring to say the least..

Another shortcoming is the music, you expect mind blowing music the kind of music which will make you jump off your seat and shake a bit. But Aaja Nachle’s music is anything but great. It’s an average soundtrack with few moments of thrust. Another shortcoming is Vaibhavi merchant. This movie was offered on a platter to her..she cudnt hav asked for more than madhuri.. I was wondering if this was the same woman who gave us Kajra re. After a horrible performance in saawariya Miss Merchant again fails to impress. I know its not that bad a job but for a movie like this you expect choreography which is out of this world. The last 20 minutes of the movie in which the play is shown, clearly stand out but with stupid moments like

“na maaro chot lagti hai na maaro,

Chunmun si hatheliyan hai POOCHKAARO”

It leaves you with mixed emotions.

Anil Mehta never tries to go into details. He didn’t explore any single character he fails to put forward the emotions of any character and how the transformation is taking place. IF only he would have tried to put the characters of lives on the celluloid the end result would have been different.

Yash raj has given us great movies but something is missing now. Chak de is the only movie coming out of this production house which comes out as a winner. “tara ra rum pum, Jhoom Barabar, Laga chunari mein Daag and Aaja nachle also fails to live up to the expectation.


Thursday, November 29, 2007

Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal-- review

The most awaited sports action drama of the year… Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal starring John Abraham, Bipasha Basu, Arshad Warsi, Boman Irani and Naveen Andrews.
Well the only thing audience waits for after getting inside the theatre is "When this crap is gonna end?"

Its a trend these days to make sports based movies. But the only thing related to sports in DDDG is the title and one or two goal scoring shots. Following the league of chak de India goal takes everything what chak de stood for and beats it to death. In fact goal defies all the basic norms of a sports flick. There are no nail biting finishes, no sight of inspiring football and yeah no motivational speeches. Director Vivek Agnihotri made an average debut with "chocolate", a bad but stylish adaptation of Usual Suspects. But in dhan dhana dhan goal its tough to find one good scene in this whole movie.

The situations are bizzare , the characters are shallow, the soundtrack is awful, the sports action is no where to be seen and the Script is a disaster.
Goal is about the southhall football club which is in deep trouble. They haven't won a single match in the last 20 years they dont have any sponsors and now the club faces the fear of being thrown out and hence destroyed forever. The team captain Arshad Warsi owns a kebab corner" GLassy Junction", the team consists of few beer gulping pot bellied laggards who are more interested in blaming each other for their losses then to concentrate on the game.
But for a team you need a coach." BAM comes Boman Irani" a great footballer of his time who is now a pathetic loser drinking his life to death. Sounds familiar... wait for it there is more to come.
Now a team also needs a striker who by the way happens to be the dimpled cheeks John Abrahim. But Arsad Warsi and John despise each other. So the racism hits John and he is out of his Firang club and joins southhall.
But a team also needs a physician... Kaboom here comes Bipasha Basu the sexy sister of our captain who by the ways is waiting for any opportunity to throw herself on our striker John.

After collecting the team Vivek Agnihotri focuses on so many sub- plots of racism, patriotism, father son relationship and in the end he delivers a product which only taran adarsh can watch and appreciate "read it here". But he sets one thing right and that is right from the beginning of the movie he clearly communicates to the audience what to expect in the coming 2 hours. The opening 10 mins of the movie sets the bar so low and when the south hall club owners dies with a ridiculous heart attack( I m assuming it was that only) you cant do anything but laugh and hence when the Item Number pops up in the streets of london ... nobody is amazed. The stupid football players who flaunt their torso after hitting the goal and you wish they should never score again.

A football team consists of 11 players where every individual plays a crucial role but DDDG consists of 4 players with one or two cameos from the remaining cast. To be honest till the end of the movie i was not able to count 16 players who form the team. I guess Boman Irani doesnt believe in substitute. Nobody except John looks like a player.

Director knew from the beginning that this epitome of stupidity wont fetch him money on the box office that is why he tried to rake in some moolah by idiotic product placement.
There are so many things which are wrong about DDDG but the major blame is on the script. The movie fails to connect with the audience on any level and that is because Vivek agnihotri never tries to do that.
By the time the movie reaches the climax and start singing their anthem( which by the way made no sense coz it was not used properly) you just stop caring who wins or who loses because you will be looking for the exit doors to open.


Tuesday, July 31, 2007

So whats the point?

So what if Aap ka Suroor is a hit, so what Abdul Kalam was not relected, so what Dev anand is still producing movies, so what ram gopal verma is making a mess of sholay God still exists J and so do I.
A lot happened while I was away from this place. My mid terms of 4th term got over, I met all of my friends after long time, one old friend paid me a visit and Shivaji got released. I miss writing but seriously it’s kinda difficult to take out time from my busy schedule of watching movies, treats and sleeping. But then one thing which comes as a package with MBA is time management so I m also learning it. I peacefully manage 9-10 movies in a week, two or three visits to the city and 1-2 night outs that too at the expense of only bunking 1-2 lecture per week.
Since I m no Amitabh Bachan who has the liberty of changing his profession anytime, I had to come back to calcutta to finish off the crime I started 1 year ago. Calcutta is still the same, slow and humid. Before coming to kolkata I had lots of misconceptions but then I faced some realities of life, No matter how is it prepared fish curry is still not tasty, All the bong beauties are either in Bombay trying for movies or they exist only in books and finally Kolkata is not a metro by any means. But then I have faced the truth, made all the compromises and adjusted, I wonder when Tussar Kapur is gonna do that, dude take it just coz your father knew how to jump doesn’t mean his non existing acting genes are inherited by you.
Thankfully HSBC people sent me my summer internship money. I started having doubts whether that money will ever reach me or it is gonna be money of tsunami relief fund which exists only in papers. Waise bhi looking back at the kind of work I did there I doubt it ki whether I deserved it or not. In my opinion the HR guy must have thought kuch charity hi kar dete hain and that’s how I got my money.
This money came in at a very right time… Since I have been having lotsa fun lately and as the basic law of physics says” Anything which is fun costs you atleast 300 bucks” to add to that since my father doesn’t own an oil well or a Darru ka adda my monthly expenses are limited. My atm withdrawal slip looks similar to the monthly grocery list made by my mummiji. The list never ends and my father’s worries become almost equal to that of saurav ganguly’s.
But my parents have got bigger things to worry like who will be the next husband of Tulsi, will UP improve, whether the real estate prices of Bhopal rise and yeah If you got a son like me you really don’t need many other reasons to stay worried. My parents are still trying their level best to convince me to study by paying the senti card ki” beta ab sirf kuch hi din bache hain student life ke, padh le”. But since I m little more smart than Mayawati and slightly better sweet talker than Rakhi Sawant I always escape this whole conversation.
In the end Life has been a jolly ride since the start of this year and I have been enjoying a lot. But at the same timeI m afraid and scared to leave this place. I just wish my life goes on like this forever …….

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Its over!!!

Eeeenhaaa!!! Today is 5th of june my summer internship ended officially on 1st of june but I m still here sitting in my office trying to look busy but the reality is I m searching for the profiles of this year’s Miss Universe contestants. The reason behind this delay for the first time in my life is not me J. Its my guide, apparently he doesn’t have much time to sit thru my presentation and I don’t blame the poor chap he has been pretty busy.
Well I know as a summer intern you really don’t work but atleast the basic reason why m I here is the PPO( pre placement offer) and these people are not even interested in me. But I have lowered my expectations right from the moment I came in. I have already convinced myself thinking “ main bhooka nahin marunga koi na koi company to mujhe bhi le hi legi” and agar wahan bhi kuch nahin hua to main apne bachpan ka sapna poora karunga and I will open a juice shop or a good restaurant in Mumbai.
Well this is not the first time in my life I have been neglected the girls of my school, my college, my college professors they all have been ignoring me for all my life. But after coming to this place I actually felt like I will do something substantial but lets face it tusar kapoor cant act no matter how much money his fat sister pumps in and I cant work no matter how much I think. I have done it all in the last two months bunked office and watched movies, slept in the office used office phone to call up my frnds and had a chat with them for hours.
My project report is on Equipment Finance and mark my words when I say this I myself wont recommend any soul on this planet to follow my recommendations unless he is my sister’s maid (she used to cook horrible food and I guess this will be my way of revenge).
But then as I look back lets face it summers are for fun. I am not talking about those guys of a typical B school whose all the daily activities are governed by the fact that whether this will be a good resume point or not , for many don’t-know-don’t-care kinda people it’s easy cash and lotsa time to enjoy.
In the meantime it started raining in Bombay and I dunno why rains have special effect on people especially on couples it somehow motivates them to do stuff publicly jisse agar shiv sainikon ne dekh liya to they will catch the couple and unki wahin shaadi kara de.
“ No pandit! No Agni! Seedha Vivah sutra ka bandhan” ( okay I have been watching lotsa hindi movies lately..)
I will be leaving tomorrow and agar mera plane hi jack nahin hua ya bomb nahin fata to I will reach Calcutta by 7:30 pm tomorrow. Three people are desperately waiting for me in Calcutta .. my canteen wala, my dhobi and my Bike. First two people because I owe them money and well my bike because kafi dino se woh aise hi khadi hogi with nobody to look after her. You see everybody feels lonely after sometime.
On the other hand I m also pretty excited to get back to campus the incentives are many.. first new junior females will be coming in second I will be moving into a new room and third well the junior females will be coming inJ
Well I really wanna go back not because I hate the food in Bombay which is so difficult to find in the first place but because I miss all my friends. Its strange that you don’t realize how important friends are in one’s life but only after staying away from them one can feel the difference. There comes a time in everybody’s life where your craziness your doubts can no longer be tolerated by your family and then your friends jump in. I miss them all and want to see them .........................

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan

Woosh … I wanted to start off this post with oh and you thought I was dead and I left blogging but no crazy-ass-punk I m not .. but that joke has been dragged to death just like dev anand’s directorial career. So plain and simple I will get down to the topic for which I blog and that is me and my life.

It’s been 6 weeks since I started my internship and even though you are a MBA student with one of the most promising career ahead, as a summer intern my contribution to the whole HSBC is less than the copier machine kept in the alley. When I say that, its not only my case I mean leave aside the Big buck earning Investment bankers whose income slip will look like the budget of some shahrukh khan’s blockbuster or Consultants who has got a frequent flyer number of three airlines … the situation is pretty much the same everywhere. Summer interns have got very little work to do. But then you cant leave your desk after all If you are not working doesn’t mean people should get to know that you are not working. So I just stay in here sit on my chair sip a cup of coffee and read every damn thing available on net.
I have been reading lotsa blogs on net and there are blogs on marketing, politics, humour I mean even if Simi gerewals doggy gets violated by a stray dog you can find that info on a blog, but I write about my life and my experiences. Call me a self obsessed narcissist but point is nobody talks about me except my mom and Mohan da( my canteen wala jisska do mahine ka bill maine nahin diya). So I just want to pen down these things so that in future main apne bachon ko bata sakoon dekho bachon aise they tumhare papa. To kya hua ki now I m a bald guy with a belly which looks almost like a spalding basket ball, I had my share of fun too.

These two weeks will be gone in sometime and I will get back to joka but Mumbai experience has been pretty much fun. I have spent lots of quality time with close friends and had lots of fun. It’s a different state of affairs when you have to stay all alone. Unlike an hostel I don’t have a dhobi here, who used to come to my room take away all the dirty clothes and come back with a smile and stack of clean clothes washed n ironed. That six foot dark man with moustaches of jeetender style seems like angel to me now. Or the Asif bhai of my mess whose never ending efforts to make me a fish eater went down the drain seems like god to me. There are basic pleasures of life which I miss the most in here. Since I got a company laptop which takes up as much time to start up as A K hangal will take to finish a marathon, I cant listen to music too…L

One of the biggest problem is the food trouble. Kuch din pehle tak St. Xavier hostel( the place where I m staying) ki mess was on to no trouble but ab it has been closed. Its difficult to find a place to live in Mumbai but it is equally tough to find good and cheap food in Bombay. I am sick and tired of eating vada pav and pav bhaji. Whenever I hear pav my facial expressions show a close resemblance to rakhi sawants expressions when she was kissed by Mika.

Well to be honest I love Bombay and because of few basic facts this city teaches you how to survive, how to think big, how to dream, how to win a race and how to keep fighting even when you are down. This summer experience has been great I have matured as a person and the best thing was all the great moments I had with my friends here. There are moments I just want to keep in my memory forever and that is why I am writing this down so that it stays there for all my life …..

Monday, April 23, 2007

Dont sleep in the office

Hello I am back again, after a long long time I got some motivation to write something.
Right now I m in Bombay ..doing my summer internship with HSBC, which is apparently my first experience in the corporate world. So exams ended result is out and guess what I survived again. This time my finance prof grabbed me almost by my throat but again “Jai Bajrang Bali ki “ main bach gaya. I m sure last janam mein maine kai punya kiye honge jo bhagwaan inna meharbaan ahi mujhpar.

Now workplace is a different ball game all together I sometimes feel completely out of place, to start off I don’t have a fixed desk. Some renovation work is going on and apparently there is a dearth of chairs. I come here pretty early almost the first one to the office and take my seat but then since you are a summer intern and your importance in the firm is slightly more than the sofa which lies in the waiting room anybody could come and ask you to move.
Here you are sitting on a nice chair …pretending to work when actually you google for getaway destinations arnd Bombay and somebody comes and says excuse me this is my desk. I wont get into the details of how does that feels but I guess the feelings is almost similar to that of Shakti kapoor shouting at that India TV ki reporter(Oh my god how the hell I remember that piece of news ) But then you are supposed to smile and say politely oh I will move.
Lets just talk about how the workplace is actually different from a college.

1) You cant sleep in your office.. I know its tough for guys like me who got so used to go into the cuddly woodly woosh world of sweet dreams the moment something academic pops up in front of their eyes. The worst thing is you have a comfy chair a nice AC and everything which is perfectly designed to facilitate falling asleep but sadly you cant. Its something like Angelina jolie calling you in for a date but you cant go because there is a family puja in your home which your grandma wont let you miss. Few days back I found a cutting chai joint close to my office so after that its not that tough to stay awake.

2) You have to dress up nicely. Oh I hate it, I know most of us like: buying mach 3 but hardly using it. The monthly consumption of our Deo is more than the water we use for bathing but no forget the good old days. In an office you are supposed to be nicely dressed clean shaven and yeah Deo wont help you must take a bath daily. Since my dry cleaning skills is something I am as proud as Rahul Gandhi is for being a Gandhi I simply do the bathing ritual every alternate day.

3) Low rise is out and double pleates are in: How can I miss the comfortable freedom providing floaters. No sneakers and all only formal shoes. We all wear denim as if we are third cousin of Levi Strauss but in an office you cant wear a jeans Trousers is what you are supposed to wear.

4) When somebody is talking to you , you better listen: After my grad days I realized the best way to get away from any situation involving uncomfortable questioning Like Kanpur wali auntiji asking about my graduation marks, my father talking about my ATM withdrawls or any professor trying to explain a complex theory to me. The best way to get away is to act as if you care and keep nodding your head with few shots of yes no maybe in between. But nahin Beta aap office mein aisa nahin kar sakte. When your head is giving deadlines and guidelines you will have to follow them.

5) You cant cog your assignments : After my graduation my assignment doing habits are a cross over between a fax and a Xerox machine. I used to cog assignments with great speed and accuracy but then in here you cant cog it coz you are the only one working on your project and unlike the campus there are no good friends around to help you get through.
I am ending this up because my project guide is roaming around :P will get back to this place pretty soon.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Zinda Hoon Main ................

Dont get disappointed I know many of you bloody swines were opening champagne bottles treating your girlfriends thinking i left this place.....but nahin mere munna main kahin ni gaya.
Oh my god i m back ......the reason is yeah i was busy ...or may be since last few weeks I m living a life which is so complete that i almost forgot this place...but then when the joy and happiness of life become too much to handle then it becomes kinda necessary to share your thoughts and feelings.
So came in the New year and sadly Saddam Hussain didnt make it but all of us who survived the pollution of cities, mosquitoes of joka land and Salaam-e-Ishq we had to go through the stupid rituals of making re-solutions. I change and break my resolutions as if its the resolutions of my passport size photograph. Which BTW i had to click 10 times before getting a pic which can't be used to prove the Darwin's theory of evolution that we all evolved from Chimps.
In the mean time i turned 22 there is nothing great about that coz its not a milestone age like 21. At 21 i was so elated that now main legally kissi ladki ko bhaga sakta hoon. Well ek saal ho gaya hai n abhi tak ladkiyan mujhe hi bhaga deti hain apne aas pass se. Then at 21 u can officially go to a pub but "Mind it Chinnaswamy!! u cant have a drink". To bhains ki aankh andar jaake kya LEMON Water peeyoge??? BUt coz of my Sunil Shettiesh macho looks i hv been going to pubs since the age of 18 :) hence no joy on this front too.
I love hanuman ji and there are two moments in my life when i remember him the most......
The first one is whenever i m down with fever, when chicken biryani tastes like karele ka saag prepared by my sister.
The second one is whenever exams are around. And as it happens in my life all the time here also i will miss the first opportunity and concentrate on the last one.
I am as scared as Munaf patel facing brett lee but i try to look calm and composed. Its really difficult to bring out my fear and terror in words. Its not a new thing for me to go unprepared in the examinations but this time this unpreparedness has been elevated to new heights by me.....
But do i regret it no ofcourse not.

But here standing today when i look back i realize its almost 1 year n within 15 days i m gonna be half manager. I knw it sounds so cliche but smtimes time flies by and then you just need to stop, turn arnd n have a look just to ensure u didnt miss anything.
Ek saal pehle iit bombay ka ek backbencher day-dreamer walked into IIM JOka ka campus with dreams in his eyes and strong determination. Soon i realized I cant fool myself there are few things in this world which are impossible like mamta banerjee talking sense, tushar kapoor actually doing what he is supposed to do : ACTING, and me studying. It just took me few weeks to understand the basic fact that i cant stay awake in classes, i cant make notes and i cant study before exams. My one night stands before exams are the only way i can do anything till now i have successfully sailed through ... when i say successful don't get overexcited, I m no Cracku here, this chap is still the same who hides his face whenever a prof asks a question or run for his life as soon as a conversation shifts to any topic remotely related to acads. Its just that i managed to get No Fail grades till nw and No prof has till nw threatened me.
This place taught me lots of things... Now i can actually speak in bangla ki " mujhe bangla ni aati (AAMI bangla bhashi badhi na), now i know never trust a road side barber, now i know how a small message from a friend can bring a glow in your eyes in the middle of that torturing lecture where the prof is teaching you ways to minimize the time duration of an auto assembly line...
Love, fresh air and good friends are hard to find these days but this place gave me all. I m having the best days of my life .....