Tamasha Review - Such a Beautiful journey

Tamasha is a simple story, more than a story it is a journey. Ved , who has grown up listening to stories meets Tara on an exotic island by chance. They decide to make their story different. So they decide that they will just lie and live a lie in this whole trip together. That's Tamasha, Living this lie, and enjoying this vacation, they start liking each other, but then this is all a lie, so in the end they have to leave each other and go back to their real lives. So, what happens after the holiday, do they meet again , and what will happen when they meet and see the real them.

Well watch the film to know all that. 

This is a beautiful film, should not be missed, you will love this simple story, you’ll love the chemistry between Ranbir and Deepika. Performances by both have been pretty good. The cinematography of this film is mesmerizing, you’ll just want to get lost in Corsica. The music is soulful. Imtiaz Ali’s as always narrates a beautiful tale. 

Enjoy this one, it’s one of those beautiful journeys. 

Watch my Video Review here

Not a movie review Dum lagake haisha

Well I just saw the film Dum Lagake Haisha and this time after watching a film I don't feel like reviewing the film but I really feel like thinking what this film tells us about life and how beautiful it is

As the poster claims love comes in all sizes .... Yes love does come in all sizes but love also comes in all colors.... That's what the movie got me thinking. You know like when I hear relatives discussing suitable grooms and brides in functions the most common thing that I get to hear is yes the girl is fair, yes the boy is tall, yes she looks good, yes he is an engineer, etc etc .... Really these are our parameters of choosing a suitable bride or a groom... So what happens to all the dark girls and short boys and non educated lot out there... Most of the times they have to go for what they get ... Is that the truth.... Well if you look at the society we live in today ... Maybe yes ... But maybe no as well.... Because sometimes yes sometimes this tingly feeling called love manages to smudge these things and create magic.

So if you ask me what is love.... Well it's the magic that makes life beautiful... And not because you get butterflies in your stomach but because it transcends everything ... Color , weight , height , race, religion , money.... Love manages to make these things appear negligible. 

That's what you'll see in this movie, and if you watch you'll see how by understanding someone you'll be able to know the real beauty of that person and just good looks don't mean anything if you don't have a beautiful soul. 

A life lived well REALLY

Money, why is it always about money, why does it become the ultimate motivator for everything. I mean what we need in life, is a place to stay and food to eat. The luxuries of life can be found in simple things as well. But, its always about more. So, is it money or is it ambition or is it just greed. When we have a house, we want a bigger house. When we have a car, we want a bigger car. When we have a smart phone, we want a smarter phone. When we can afford to eat simple food, we want to eat in an expensive restaurant.  We always want things which are out of our reach, we always want what we don’t have. Yes you can call it being ambitious. Some people term it wanting a better life. But, what is a better life, what is it that can be termed that this is a better life or the ultimate example of a great life. Does it mean having a big house, luxury cars, servants, the best of everything that is available on the planet currently. Most, of us yearn for all these things and firmly believe that these will give us a better life and those of us who have these things yearn for more. Once we have the best we will yearn for something which is better than the best.  So, what is ambition if not greed.

                Ask yourself, what according to you is a life well lived, a life filled with the thought of having more and more, or a life where your mind is at peace, with what you have. So, let us think about the mind for a moment. The thinking prowess that we have, because of the fact that we are human beings. It’s the mind which tells us that this is better and that is not. We think therefore we are. The point here is that we are constantly thinking of better things in life that we forget to appreciate the good things we have with us. A person who always keeps wanting is someone who’s mind is not at peace, do you think you can lead a good life if your mind is not at peace and you are constantly in a state of chaos. The truth is what we are ultimately searching for is a calm state of mind. We dream, we yearn and all the while we keep thinking that this is what I want, and soon enough the want becomes the need, and our mind is not at peace till the moment we fulfill that need. So, ultimately what we all want is to put our mind at peace. An unsettled mind is what fuels that hunger that ambition.

                Every one leads their own life and everyone wants to lead it their own way. It’s up to you what you want to do and what you ultimately end up doing. Remember, money is not something that should motivate you, never do anything for money. Rather, do something you like you love to do and money will flow eventually. The most successful people in this world are those people who have done what they wanted to do and they are successful because they love what they do and enjoy it. Whatever, you do in life always do it with all honesty and integrity and when you dream, don’t dream of materialistic pleasures, dream about what makes you happy, and then work on fulfilling these dreams. That’s how real happiness will come into your life. These are my views I am no preacher, no psychologist, I am just a dreamer like all of you. Like you I have heard the line I think therefore I am, but for me its I dream therefore I am.

On wild sex and the use of words

Okay I put a pretty explosive heading by Indian standards, but that's exactly what I want to speak about, the way words are, the way they change their nature, because of the way they are used, and the way we perceive them. Now what in the world am I blabbing about, let me just try and explain. This thought came across in my head when I was about to switch off the T.V. ( the thing we call the idiot box) last night. Well there splashed right across the screen were the words WILD SEX, I mean my eyeballs popped out. Of course it was twelve in the night, but this is still India. Then I just happened to notice the name of the channel- NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC - happy realization to me. For those who don't know WILD SEX here means something to do with wild animals, by wild animals I don't mean the once found in the human population this refers to the kind that are found in the forests of the world.

Now imagine the same words splashed across the screen of some television channel which keeps showing raunchy, crude or vulgar content and the meaning completely changes. I mean it’s the same set of words, but now here it means different, or does it really. No, the words still mean the same, but the way we see it changes. We are okay or maybe we just have more tolerance to the sexual acts shown on screen, when it’s between animals or for that matter even insects. That brings me to the topic of words and how we perceive it. What are words, words are parts of sentences which when used in a particular way will convey a particular meaning. They are pretty powerful things. To illustrate that further let me go back to a video I had heard a few years ago, this particular video was dealing with the use of the word F*CK, well I don’t remember the whole of the video but just to state, the word F*CK has become a word in the English language which can convey different meanings, i mean it might be the only word which might be able to do that. Let’s see how

I am in a mess – I am F*cked ( gutted)

F*ck you (Anger)

F*uck off ( Irritation)

What the F*uck (Surprise)

F*uck it ( to let go)

Ohhhhh F*uck ( Satisfaction)

I know there are many more creative ways in which you will be able to use the word, and I am sure you might be using it as well. Some of the more creative population of this world have found out replacement words for the word F*uck. Some use Fish, like its goes what the Fish, now fish or chips, what’s the point of using fish in place of F*uck when you mean the same F*ucking thing. A different word to convey the same meaning, just because it makes you feel you haven’t used a swear word and anyway, I will fish your happiness doesn’t even create the same kind of impact. 

Now this is according to me, and according to what I feel, your views might be different and I respect that. What I feel is it’s not the words that affect us, by themselves these words are just that words, it’s the way we say them and the way we perceive them that matters. When we want to swear at someone, we can very well do it without using even one of the patented swear words. The reverse is true as well, when someone uses swear words or rough language on us, they will affect us only when we take it in the way they are said. I had mentioned earlier that words are powerful and they can affect people, so while it’s important for us to use them responsibly and in a civil sort of way, you need to understand this as well, that words can’t affect us if we don’t let them affect us. 

The point behind writing this is to try and explain to you that unless and until you don’t let anyone affect you by their words, you simply cannot be affected, I know it’s difficult not to feel hurt or not to respond in kind, but unless you try, it will never happen. Remember words are just that, WORDS and nothing more, it’s up to us what meaning we are going to attribute to it. So try and stay pure, and try to stay happy. Cheers, and don’t try to kick me the author for trying to preach in such a weird sort of way .

Jab Tak Hain Jaan - Old Facebook Review

This is a Review I had written after seeing the movie First Day First Show on 13 November 2012 on Facebook .. Posting this here for all the non FB to read 

Ok First Day First Show after a long long time .... JAB TAK HAIN JAAN...Yashji didn't disappoint .. typical YRF with all the emotions and love in it ... not all may like it because we are now used to mindless comedy ..... The length of this film is too long ... runtime of 3 hours ... but personally I enjoyed watching a love story develop slowly like it happens in real life .. SRK was good in the first half ... but excellent in the second when all the intense emotions started becoming part of the script ... Anushka Sharma is awesome she is a better actress than Katrina .. sorry Kat fans but in this movie Anushka excels .. after a long time actresses had work to do and not be just eye candy and Anushka does very well... the scenes are just beautiful .. London looks awesome .. but Leh, Laddhak and Kashmir look even better ... except for the length I found the movie very enjoyable ... but as I said not all may enjoy it ... go for it with a mindset that this is not going to be a brainless flick and neither a quick flick where scenes go really fast ... the film runs slowly and pics up steadily ... and haha on a lighter note SRK has kissed on screen and doesn't do a great job with it ... The Music is not that great .. Overall 4 stars

HIGHWAY 29- FAIRIES

 

“ Mom, do fairies exist” , Bia asked, stuffing her books into her bag, she was getting late for school and the only bus that came near her house to take her to the city was due to arrive in 5 minutes. She had asked her mom time and again to get her a bicycle, so that she could go to school on it.

“ None that I know of, but I do know that you will miss the bus if you don’t get leave now”, said Laura looking at her daughter.

“ Aw mom, please get me a bicycle, please please pretty please”, Bia pleaded looking expectantly at her mom.

“ Bia I’ll think about it , you are getting late for school, hurry up”

Bia rushed out of her house. The bus was standing 5 meters from her gate. She ran and boarded the bus. Her house was located on the highway and the school was at the town square and the only mode of transport from her house to the school was this bus. She had to be on time everyday to catch the bus, because if she missed it the next bus would come after 2 hours and she would be late for school. This bus dropped her at school an hour before her school started. She used to hate sitting at the school gate with no one other than the school watchman to speak to. That is why she wanted the bicycle, so that she could go to school on her own terms. She was  really irritated with the fact that her mom was still not ready to give her a bicycle. After all she was 9 years old now. It was about time mom stopped being so worried about her. But then worry came naturally to mom. She worked with the police force and she sees all kinds of crimes and accidents happening everyday, so it was natural that her mom would not want Bia to be riding a bicycle to school, not when the travel to school required her to ride on the highway. Highway 29 which was notorious for accidents and kidnappings. But then again even Naomi came to school on a bicycle, and she lived 2 blocks down their house. She could go with Naomi. The police force has made mom a worry bug, Bia frowned.

Laura was still thinking about her daughter’s demand when the phone rung.

“ Hello, Laura, leave whatever you are doing and rush to the station”, Commissioner Rowland McHenry said from the other end, there was an urgency in his voice.

“ What’s happened Rowland, what’s the urgency”, Laura asked trying to sound normal. She knew commissioner McHenry never sounded that urgent unless there was areal emergency.

“ The girl , Beth , ya the same one who was kidnapped last week, well Patrick found her body lying by the highway”

“ I will be there”, Laura said , she rushed to her car,

On the way to the station all kinds of thoughts went through her mind. The girl Beth Minnows was from Bia’s school. She was 4 years elder to Bia. Laura had been worrying about Bia since the time Beth was kidnapped. She had been kidnapped on her way back home. Beth travelled with Bia on the same bus, but had missed the bus that day and decided to hitch a ride home. That turned out to be her last ride ever. That was one of the reasons she was not ready to give Bia a bicycle. Never on the highway.

She rushed into to the commissioner’s office. Rowland McHenry was looking very grave and serious and reading some papers in front of him. He looked at Laura, motioned her to sit down.

“ Well, Patrick was on routine patrol this morning when he found the body, they tied her up, slit her wrists and let her bleed to death there”, he said still looking at the papers.

“ Any leads”, Laura asked

“ Not that I know of, but I have asked Patrick to come down so that we could get more details”

“ Poor girl, poor poor girl”, was all Laura could say, her daughter’s safety was of prime importance to her now.

Inspector Patrick walked into the room

“ Sir I found a laundry bill, lying near the body, so I went and checked with the laundry about it, that bill belongs to a Mr Newton Laurence”

“ Have you questioned him”, Rowland asked

“ Yes, he was partying with his friends last night and all four of them have vouched for him”

“ any ways keep an eye on him”

Bia ran out of her school gate. She had football practice today so she got a bit late. She did not want to miss her bus home, that would mean she would have to wait for two more hours before she could get the next bus. She saw the bus leave just as she managed to reach the stop. No Bia frowned.  She saw Naomi happily cycling away. She called her.

“ Any new leads”, Laura asked going through the files of the case. She saw that Patrick had just got a call on his desk and looked startled.

“ No leads, another kidnapping”, he said

“ Where” Laura asked looking alarmed

“ On highway 29, we have a witness who says he saw four men forcing two girls into a car and driving away”

“ I need to see the witness”

“ He’s sitting inside the station on the highway, we are going there now”, Patrick said putting his gun into the hostler.

Laura and Patrick got into the car, switched on the siren and drove towards the Highway patrol Station.

Bia couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had asked Naomi for a ride home. They were cycling peacefully chatting about school, and friends when the car had stopped suddenly in front of them. Four men had walked out of the car, pushed them off the cycle and forced them into the car. Naomi tried to shout, but the men had covered their mouths with cloth. Bia did not know what to do. She had just gone numb seeing the men. Nothing seemed to come out of her mouth. Thoughts of what mom had said started going through her head. Now she could understand why her mom did not want her to cycle home. I will never ask for a cycle, please god get us out of this mess, Bia prayed.

“ I was up on the tree”, Tom said looking at Patrick.

“ What were you doing up there” Patrick asked .

“ Well I sit up on trees by the highway and count the cars coming and going by the highway, it’s a hobby”

“ What did you see”, Laura asked

“ I told you, I saw two girls on a bicycle, one looked about 10 years old and the one riding the bicycle looked a bit older, suddenly a car came up from behind them and stopped , four men got out and pushed the girls into the car”, Tom said looking irritated.

“ Where is the bicycle”, Laura asked the Beat constable who had first questioned Tom.

He led Laura to the room where the bicycle had been kept, Laura had one look at the bicycle and she knew who it belonged to. Naomi NO she mouthed. She reached for he cell and dialed home to check on Bia, the phone was ringing and there was no answer. Bia never got home so late she thought. She was really alarmed now. She rushed outside. Patrick was still questioning the witness. She told Patrick that the bike belonged to Naomi and that she was worried about Bia. Patrick looked at her with genuine concern in his eyes.

“ We do have a lead here, he says Tom here knows one of the guys. He stays in the old farmhouse by the hill”.

Bia couldn’t see a thing. She knew Naomi was in the same room with her. She could hear her sobbing. This place was like some kind of cellar. She could hear muffled voices coming from the room above, but nothing that she could make sense of. The door opened, and two men stepped in.

“ This one, she’s the rich man’s daughter”, one of them said pointing at Naomi.

“ Cut a lock of her hair and send it to her parents”, the other man said.

“ What do we do with the other one”

“ Her mother is a Police woman  kill her”

Tears welled up Bia’s eyes. She felt scared , lonely. She wanted her mom. Please god save me. Bia thought about the conversation she had with her friend Jennifer the other day. Jennifer had told her that she has a fairy godmother who leaves gifts under her bed every Sunday and asked her what her fairy godmother left for her. Bia had told that she did not have a fairy godmother. Jennifer had laughed and said that all little girls had a fairy godmother, that’s what her mom had told her. Oh she so wished se had a fairy godmother who could come and save her now. Bia started crying. She missed her fairy godmother badly.

The man walked towards Bia, he now had a gun in his hands.

“ you know what I am going to do to you, I am going to put this gun into your ear and shoot, that way you will be able to hear the bullet moving into that head of yours, and it will teach your mom not to be to nosy in our affairs”, he said laughing menacingly. 

Bia sobbed, the man fired, the bullet whizzing past her ears. She wanted to shout, to cry out , but she could not. Both of them laughed and walked out of the room. They shut the door behind them. Bia heard another gunshot. Which other girl have they kept upstairs she thought. The doorknob turned and the door opened. Bia closed her eyes. She knew the man had come in again to shoot her. She prayed , prayed real hard that he should not see her. She prayed to god to make her invisible. A hand gripped her head, Bia went numb, she could not hear anything. She was being pulled into the darkness, there were faint noises coming from somewhere. Bia, she heard the voice clearly this time. She opened her eyes. As sense of relief flooded her face.

“Mom”, she said at last.

Laura had rushed to the farmhouse along with a team of four officers. She knew her daughter was in trouble, she had not thought about any search warrants, Patrick had agreed to back her in case they were wrong. They had just reached the gate when they heard the gunshot. She had rushed in blindly and confronted the five. Thankfully Patrick was close at her heels. He had managed to shoot at the one with the gun. The rest had knives and had surrendered looking at the police team surrounding them.

Bia slept in her mom’s room. She refused to let go off her since the time she was rescued. She looked at her mom sleeping next to her. She felt safe, very secure here. She knew nobody could touch her as long as mom was around.

Yes I do have a Fairy godmother Bia thought, I call her Mom.