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That stab of pain when you hear the name 
Of a person you've missed for long.
Trying hard, but fail to remain strong.
Remembering wonderful memories made together, 
And cry because they are lost forever…

That Last Hour Before the Long Weekend…

NB: Written on Thursday Oct. 22, 2015, but posted today.

Thursday evening. It’s 4 p.m. and everyone is winding up work.  People are shutting down laptops and calling out to others waving the byes. It’s the long weekend and everyone, me included, is looking forward to destress and unwind. I’m quite excited about it, as it’ll be a “legal” holiday for me, since I’ve joined this company just two weeks back.

And it’s Zumba day too. After quite a lot of contemplation, I finally enrolled myself for Zumba classes. I have always been passionate about dancing but never actually thought of pursuing it. After much research and viewing umpteen videos, I had made up my mind. The day has at last arrived when I have decided to give Zumba a shot. Work done for the day and awaiting the clock to strike 6 so that I can rush for the class, I steal a glance at the time display on my laptop. There’s still an hour and 30 minutes to kill. The hands on the clock are crawling slower than a tortoise. I’m sure if time and tortoise were to compete in a race, the tortoise would win. Sigh!

Somebody's Me...

Sometimes you come across a song, that strikes you deep, shaking your very core. True, I am a diehard fan of Enrique Iglesias and there is no song of his that I haven't listened to. But somehow, this song seems to have become a part of my existence. And every time I hear this song, a deep sigh escapes my heart...

 

You...
Do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
going back in your mind to that time
Cause I
I walk the streets alone
I hate being on my own
and everyone can see that I really fell
and I'm going through hell
thinking about you with somebody else

Somebody wants you
somebody needs you
somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe without you it's lonely
somebody hopes that one day you will see

That somebody's me
that somebody's me
yea

 

How
How did we go wrong?
It was so good and now it's gone
and I pray at night
that our paths soon will cross
what we had isn't lost
coz you're always right here in my thoughts

Somebody wants you
somebody needs you

somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe
without you it's lonely
somebody hopes that some day you will see
That somebody's me
oh yeah

You will always be in my life
even if I'm not in your life
cause you're in my memory

you
when you remember me
and before you set me free

oh listen please

somebody wants you
somebody needs you
somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breathe
without you it's lonely
somebody hopes that some day you will see
that somebody's me
that somebody's me
that somebody's me
that somebody's me
oh yeah

For the Love of the Dark

The sun sets, lighting up the sky in a bright array of colors that slowly turn black. Suddenly the air is rent with the sound of birds, returning back to their nests. Somewhere far, the critter of insects can be heard. Streetlights slowly start coming up, illuminating the roads. The air turns crisp and cooler, a refreshing waft. Night sets in…

When the rest of the world prepares to slumber, there are a few “creatures” (humans, I mean) who turn active at night. It’s as if the darkness ignites their spirit, kindling the very soul. There’s something about darkness, serenity beyond explanation. The dictionary terms it as Nyctophilia or love of darkness or the night. Is it psychological or spiritual or does it have a scientific meaning behind this liking? I am not sure. As a child, I used to fear the dark.  I was terrified of being anywhere that was even partially dark. Power cuts at nights would spell doom. I fervently would pray for the power to come back.

However, growing up, I suddenly developed an affinity towards the dark. I feel this odd comfort, whenever I look out of my window at night. The pitch blackness of the night envelopes me in a calmness, that human mind may not perceive. It is at this time where my brain, at its heightened energy, craves for activity. The peace outside, with an occasional disturbance of insects, the calm breeze, and sometimes the moon shining through the clouds, feels like a perfect setting.  There’s an amazing relaxation that only a night can bring. No harsh sun to ruin the mood, nor the dry wind that parches your soul. I love the night time, for reasons best known to be. I’m sure my fellow beings, who find comfort in the darkness, will agree with what I’m saying.

Nyctophilic, this is me!

Rediscovering Bliss…

Two months have lapsed since I have posted something on my blog, let alone visit it. All of my time was consumed by wrapping up work at my previous office (yes I have quit) and hunting for a new job (that seems quite tiring, as I have to hone my interview skills after almost two years). Amongst all this pandemonium, I realized I had completely forgotten something I love doing. It suddenly struck to me that I hadn’t picked a book for ages.

Determined to break the jinx, I scanned my collection. Randomly, I picked up Chetan Bhagat’s Two States. Though not a fan of the writer, I had bought this book due to the good reviews it got. Now it served as a light read. Getting into a comfortable position and reading, I slowly got lost into my own world. Poring through the pages, imagining the scenes, and laughing at the funny ones, I felt like a missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle had fallen into place, to complete the picture.

After about two hours, as I kept down the finished book, I felt a calmness surround me. After this post, I am picking up another book. By the time you read this post I may be into my second or third book. Such is the joy of reading. Unadulterated, replete, and sweet.

Peace!

Happy Birthday to the Greek God

Finally the day dawned! The most awaited day of my life. Happy birthday to the SEXIEST MAN ALIVE, Enrique Iglesias, the one and only.

I don’t even remember when exactly I started liking Enrique Iglesias. I can only remember listening to a couple of his songs just because they used to be shown on MTV. In those days, MTV was just Music Television that used to play some really good songs. There were none of the crappy shows that are played these days. Anyway coming back, I would come across Enrique’s songs whenever I would watch MTV. I would find his songs to be okay okay (I know this can be shocking to people who know what a crazy fan I am now).

And then Hero happened. This song completely swept me off my feet (I’m still flying, Giggle). It was then that I started noticing more of him (literally too). I Googled about him and even began keeping a tab on his song releases, the  shows where he would appear, and the awards he won and might win. Slowly but surely I became his ardent fan and made sure that on every birthday of his I get a slice of chocolate cake, if not the whole cake.

Such do I like him that I saved up on cash to ensure that I go for his concert whenever he landed in Pune (I was living in Pune back then). The stars conjured and made my dream come true. I got to watch Enrique’s live performance in Pune on Oct. 17, 2012. Looking at him sing Hero in person took my admiration a notch higher. (Psst, I have something more than admiration for this guy)

Oh gosh! I just ran out of words. It’s so overwhelming.

Not only is this man intoxicatingly gorgeous, but his voice is equally mesmerizing. And I will be his admirer till death do us apart (Cheesy? Baah!!! But TRUE!)

Happy Birthday Mi Corazon! Waiting to listen to your many new, awesome songs.

Will We, Won't We?

It’s a real wonder what hope does to an individual. Well, this holds so true to today’s situation.

March 26, 2015 - a BIG DAY for India. Battling against Australia to grab a place in the World Cup 2015 finals, India is chasing a huge score. In a country where cricket is a religion, my office was no less.  With the entire office in blue we were supporting the team in our own way. In the mood for a real game, my office decided to stream the live match. Big screens were put up in the office and cafeteria. Australia, as usual played well and put up a big score for India to target. With every Australian wicket falling, the crowd screamed and cheered.  Innings one over, India came on to bat and chase the target. Through the initial overs, Indian players weren’t at their best. The cheering crowd slowly became a lamenting one. And then, came some strong players, who took the scorecard a bit higher.

But as Indian wickets began falling, the pall of gloom spread again and everyone meekly returned to their desks. Now with Dhoni, batting on the crease and some runs in the making, the cafeteria is crowded again.

With faces painted and hoping for a miracle, here we wait!

Will India recreate the 2011 magic or will it let go of the coveted title of being the world champions? Only time will tell!

Peace!!!

Roy – A Review

Note: Written post watching the movie on Feb 14, 2015, this was supposed to be posted on Feb 15, 2015. Okay I know it’s almost MORE THAN A MONTH now. But as usual, no time! Loads of work, this post completely forgotten, I suddenly had an epiphany. Hence, here it is! Moreover, I didn’t have the heart to delete it. So please bear with me.

Song? Tu Hai Ke Nahi (Just because I watched the movie)

Weather? Pleasant

Mood? Surprisingly relaxed

This Valentine’s Day was different, with me watching Roy. It was nothing preplanned. I was keen to watch it because of Arjun Rampal (BLUSH BLUSH) and his role as a writer (me too, GRIN). So here is my review:

Star Cast:

•          Arjun Rampal – Kabir Grewal, a casanovic filmmaker
•          Ranbir Kapoor – Roy, playing the titular role of a famous art thief
•         Jacqueline Fernandes - Ayesha Aamir (a filmmaker) / Tia (the female protagonist in Guns 3)
•          Anupam Kher – Kabir’s father
•          Shernaz Patel – Meera, Kabir’s assistant

My sole reason for watching ‘Roy’ was Arjun Rampal. And he pulled off the role of a writer quite well.

'Roy' opens with director Kabir Grewal (Arjun Rampal) giving interviews for his upcoming film 'Guns 3’, the third installment of the franchise. The ‘Guns’ franchise is inspired by a childhood memory of a thief and his stories revolve around a mysterious masked robber called Roy.

Although a maker of smash hit actioners, he is popular for his notoriously short-lived flings. The media remembers his girlfriends not by their names, but by numbers, 22 and counting. Kabir's professional fame rests on tales of a mysterious art thief Roy (Ranbir Kapoor), who strikes at will in places as diverse as the Louvre in Paris, the Royal Palace in Doha and the Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur. 

Kabir types all his scripts on an old typewriter sporting a V-neck vest paired with a jacket, the epitome of casual chic (DROOL with a capital D). Coming back to Guns 3, suffering from a writer’s block, he has no script at hand. He even gets a financer for his movie, with the cast, crew and budgets all set - albeit no plot. All things set, he lands in Malaysia to shoot for the film.

There, he meets his muse Ayesha Amir (Jacqueline Fernandes), an arty/documentary filmmaker who is also shooting in Malaysia. They keep bumping into each other, at every restaurant, beach, street and airport. He finds his inspiration in Ayesha, so much so that he finds a lookalike Tia (Jacqueline again) as the female protagonist for his film. Though both are well-styled, there are quite a few differences between these two characters, just so as not to confuse the viewers. Ayesha wears pale lip colours, Tia is red-lipped. Ayesha has long hair, Tia has a short crop. Ayesha wears glasses when she feels 'arty', and drops them when she's in mood for romance.

Tia is VERY rich, owning a big mansion with a private beach, loves to paint, breed horses, and attend auctions. It is at one such auction where Roy meets Tia. Roy's ultimate motive is to steal a famous painting from her mansion. They fall in love, which is quite predictable. Roy ultimately steals the painting and disappears, leaving behind a heartbroken Tia.

Meanwhile, in a parallel tale, Kabir and Ayesha's love story warms up, However, Ayesha soon stumbles upon Kabir's script for 'Guns 3'. She is shocked to find out that she is being used as a mere inspiration in his fictional story. So she packs up and leaves for London, without further intimation. Kabir, on finding her gone makes repeated attempts to get in touch with Ayesha, but all in vain. Suffering from depression due to the breakup, Kabir hits a creative block again, shelves the film and heads back to Mumbai.

One fine day he gets a call from his father (Anupam Kher) who is supposedly ailing. He passes on some pearls of wisdom to his son, and many scenes later he passes away. Other than this, not much is known or spoken about his father. Meanwhile Kabir gets an invitation from the Eastern Oriental Film Festival, where Ayesha's film 'Malacca Diaries' wins an award for the Best Film in Foreign Language. Though they see each other, they don’t try making a conversation. After losing his dad, Kabir gets an epiphany of sorts and he realizes that there's huge money riding on his film. He starts filming again. Eventually the film gets a huge opening and he's got back his lost fame.

Cut the long story short, jump to Heathrow airport where Kabir expresses his love to Ayesha, and she replies "Maine tumhari film dekhi". Followed by a few dialogues, they hug and make up. Roy who had stolen the paintings from Tia, steals it once again to return it to her. He also leaves a note for her asking her to join him. She obviously agrees, they obviously meet, and drive off into the sunset. (Sigh, if only real life was THAT EASY!)

The audience is left to wonder and stupefied - In the film is Roy is a figment of Kabir's imagination? Are all the characters associated with Roy also a part of his imagination? On two occasions when Roy and Kabir are shown together, they never meet eye-to-eye. They share a brief conversation and Roy suddenly leaves. Is Roy a part of Kabir's make-belief world? Well, there lies the mystery.

The movie wasn’t that great as it was supposed to. But I liked it nevertheless, unlike others who have watched the movie. Arjun Rampal with his director's Fedora hat and antique typewriter churning stories did set my hormones racing. And yes! Full marks for the songs. They take you dancing, down a certain memory lane, and nurse a broken heart.

Peace!

My rating: 2.5/5

A Deep Tug...

Mellow weather, overcast sky, and a heavy heart (don't know why). This song seems like it's become a part of my being...


Raanjhan dhoondhan main chaleya
Raanjhan mileya naa ye...
Jigraan vichon agan laga ke Rabba
Laqeeran vich likh di judaai

Kho gaya, gum ho gaya
Waqt se churaya tha jo
Apna banaya tha..
Ho tera, woh mera
Saath nibhaaya tha jo
Apna banaya tha..

Chadariya jheeni re jheeni
Chadariya jheeni re jheeni
Aankhein bheeni ye bheeni ye bheeni
Yaadein jheeni re jheeni re jheeni (x2)

Aisa bhi kya milna, saath hoke tanha
Aisi kyun sazaa humne hai paayi, Ranjhana ve
Phir se mujhe jeena, tujhpe hai marna
Phir se dil ne di hai ye duhaai, Saajnaa ve
Laqeeron pe likh di kyun judaai..

Gair sa hua khud se bhi, na koi mera
Dard se karle chal yaari, dil ye keh raha
Kholun jo baahein, bas gham ye simat rahe hain
Aankhon ke aage lamhe ye kyun ghat rahe hain
Jaane kaise koi sehta Judaaiyaan.

Chadariya jheeni re jheeni
Chadariya jheeni re jheeni
Aankhein bheeni ye bheeni ye bheeni
Yaadein jheeni re jheeni re jheeni (x2)

Raanjhan dhoondhan main chaleya
Raanjhan mileya naa ye...
Jigraan vichon agan laga ke Rabba
Lakeeran vich likh di judaai

Judaai (Badlapur, 2015)

o.O

Isn’t it strange when a song reflects what exactly is running through your mind! I happened to listen to this song, during the day and it kinda struck me.  I, somehow, was able to relate to the song. Though the video created quite a controversy, the lyrics are quite meaningful. Not that I like the singer, I, however, like this song. So…

We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

I put you high up in the sky
And now, you're not coming down
It slowly turned, you let me burn
And now, we're ashes on the ground

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me

I came in like a wrecking ball
Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung
Left me crouching in a blaze and fall
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
And instead of using force
I guess I should've let you win
I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
I guess I should've let you win

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me

I came in like a wrecking ball
Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung
Left me crashing in a blazing fall
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

Miley Cyrus

Blah #1

Song? “Matlabi (Sooraj Dooba Hai)” from Roy (2015)

Awesome song. I heard it first thing in the morning as soon as I woke up.  I’m completely in sync with it.

State of Mind?  “Confused”

Weather? It’s getting chilly in February. Every day on my way to work, I feel like I’m in Siberia. But it gets warmer with every hour, the sun blazing in full blast, as if in a desert. Then by the evening it starts getting cooler again. I think Bangalore’s weather has severe PMS.

The world is a very twisted place. You care, you are criticized. You don’t bother, you are criticized. What exactly does the world want?

You come across all kinds of people – human and sub-human. Some bring out the best in you, while some, the worst. A few will stand by you, no matter in what state of mind you are in. There are a few others who would love to see you in trouble. 

Oh, and then, there are the drama queens (irrespective of gender). God, why do they have to magnify everything a hundred fold! Catching up to them is a real pain in the a**. Their mood, for one thing, is as unpredictable as the weather. Their mood swings are so intense, that you are left wondering what hit you. Not to be ALL bitchy and negative about them. They can be fun sometimes too. With their emotions on a high, it can be a pleasure listening to them (*grin*).

I don’t understand when someone says they care and then do nothing about it. I don’t understand what people want. Though I genuinely care, I am labeled as a fake. If I do something about it, I am called a fool or stupid. If I don’t, I am known as someone with a façade.

But then it is indeed a very twisted world.

I guess I should stop thinking so much…

In the end, who cares! I, for certain DO NOT!

Oh well, BLAH!!!

.....

No, this doesn't mean I have nothing to write today. It’s just that I have been listening to this song, in a loop, ever since I came in to work today. This song is the only thing on my mind right now, so…

I always wanted you by my side
I felt you we're my guide
The one who showed me what's right

I used to think that you we're my light
And trusted in your smile
But now you have decide

Runaway, runaway, runaway
Searching every day, try to find your way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Wanna find you, oh baby wanna
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Everything is grey, miss you more each day
Runaway, runaway, runaway
I will find you, you'll never runaway

I always wanted you by my side
I felt you we're my guide
The one who show me what's right

I used to think that you we're my light
And trusted in your smile
But now you have decide

Runaway, runaway, runaway
Searching every day, try to find your way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Wanna find you, oh baby wanna
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Everything is grey, miss you more each day
Runaway, runaway, runaway
I will find you, you'll never runaway

I'm running now, I'm running away
Searching for, searching for your smile
Every hour I'm looking for you
I'm looking for away, I'm looking for you

Runaway, runaway, runaway
Searching every day, try to find your way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Wanna find you, oh baby wanna
Runawaaaaay
(Searching every day, try to find your way)
Oh baby, baby ... runawaaay

Akcent

Rekindling Memories of a Wonderful Ago…

Note: This post was written before Christmas. I, however, couldn't post it, due to workload. I hope you bear with me.

Christmas is just round the corner, and like each year it kindles memories of long ago. Childhood seems like yesterday, but time has swept away the years, taking along with it a special person who kindled the love of music in me, right from a tender age - MY PAPA.

As I sit down and type this post, my mind stirs up memories of the many Christmases I celebrated with dad.  Making the crib, putting up the star, and decorating the house, all with music playing in the background, seems like yesterday. Unless Jim Reeves or Boney M songs were played, Christmas wasn’t complete. Painting the brown paper to make them resemble mountains was the best activity for me, as a kid. Hands, face, and dress covered in paint, I used to spread myself all over the paper, just to make sure I cover all corners. That and running into the kitchen occasionally to grab the sweets or savories Mom would be preparing, only to be called back by Dad to complete the task at hand and then fool around, still brings a smile. And then there was Mom screaming at me from the kitchen not to touch anything with dirty hands. Stuffing my mouth full, I would be spread-eagle again on the paper.

Christmas evening, friends from the colony would visit our home to wish and share in the celebrations. Offering them sweets and savories, after stuffing my mouth with the same (not to miss out the admonishment by Mom), and being complimented on my dress would leave me floating in the air. And then the yummy dinner of mutton biryani and my favorites items. Those were one of the best memories of Christmas, ever.  Sitting here, miles away from the place I love, my heart still yearns for THOSE CHRISTMAS TIMES. But then some voids can never be filled. Here I am, still wondering how life took such a turn.  Time sure flies!

Not to be sounding negative, but the present lacks the fervor of the past. Though people say time will heal, it’s doesn’t ring true here. It just is a cruel reminder of what is missing. However, life, sadly, has to go on…

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Daddy, wherever you are! I miss you.

Step into My Shoes, Someday!

Tired Eyes. Brain hitting a road block. Thinking process comes to a standstill. “Write” seems like an abuse. Signs of a writer’s block? Yes, it is!

As I sit typing this, I can literally feel my eyes popping out and hitting the keyboard. Being a writer though an exciting job, can be a bit taxing too. The amount of words that the poor brain has to create! Every single day! With mugs and mugs of coffee to keep awake, and the walks to ignite thoughts does help. Going back to the desk, stretching fingers, and attacking the keyboard with renewed vigor (of course being plugged in at the moment), you finally manage to belt out some good content, the satisfaction showing in your smile.

Oh that and the OCD streak of getting your message in place, sans mistakes. Checking, rechecking, for God knows how many times. Firing off the content and yet thinking if there’s something that might have been left out. Going back to the published draft and checking for the umpteenth time, if there’s a mistake. And guess what! You actually find one, sticking out like a sore thumb, leaving you thinking how on earth could you have missed this one out. Whoever said a writer’s job was that of a glorified steno should give a hand at writing, serious-to-God writing, and not just some copy-paste. Easy to be judgmental but not easy being a writer!

And then there’s the other side of life, where you spend time poring over pages of some many novels. Living life literally out of the pages is fun. Reading some other’s writer’s work, imagining stepping into his shoes of what he might have thought before penning this down is a joy in itself. Self-contained! Experienced only when experiencing! Two different worlds, gelled into one!

People always say that the grass is greener on the other side. But No Sir! I love my lawn the way it is! I have found my calling, and I intend to stick to it, no matter how many episodes of OCD I suffer or whoever says anything. I’m glad that I’m over the phase, thanks to music and the support of some dear buddies (who I know are reading this piece). Well hopefully now I can start a slow stream of musings, as and when I feel like. (Psst, I went through this draft five times before I posted it).

Life of a writer, a roller coaster ride!

Conquered the Writer’s Block

It’s a month since I have posted anything on my blog.  Buried nose-deep in work, I managed to come up and breathe. Once home, I used to hit the bed. So I never actually posted anything. Call it lethargy, laziness, procrastination, somnambulism (well, it might not be applicable here but chalo thoda heavy words hi sahi) or whatever I just couldn’t get myself to type even a single word…

Confused about my condition, I almost spent a week scratching my head (thank God I didn’t turn bald) trying to decipher. And ta… dah… I had a bad phase of Writer’s Block. Writing this, I can actually feel a halo above my head (wink wink).  Such enlightenment, I tell you! If you see this post, you can be assured that I’m back with a Bang (not the Bang Bang effect, though. I think I wasn’t in my right senses when I went to watch that movie. I guess it’s the wrath of my stars that I suffered from Writer’s Block.)

Ok now, enough of Blah Blah… Well jokes apart! Now that I have overcome the barrier, I will keep entertaining you with my posts. And it would be great if you guys let me know what you’d like to read. We can create magic together.

P.S. As always, your comments/suggestions/inputs are always welcome. So invaluable, I tell you!

The One...

In the crowd why is it that the heart searches for that special One? In times of sorrow and distress, why is it that you go to The One? All your wishes and prayers circle that One… Day in and day out, round-the-clock, it is that One who occupies your thoughts... Why is that you care less for yourself but a single sneeze or a cough from the One sends your heart racing? You find your entire world only in that One… The One who means the universe to you… Why is it that every happy occasion or news has to be shared with that special One?

No matter what the matter is, how deep the hurt is, why do you find solace in that One's arms? Wishing for the One to be in front of your eyes always… It's as if the world is dark without the One's presence… Hearing the One's voice seems to melt away all your worries, wipes tears, and brings happiness that the world seems small in front of it…

Why the One?

A simple yet complicated answer…

Finding Fanny ~ A Review

Since there was loads of work to finish I didn’t find time to blog. Hence, the late review.

Tuesday (Sept. 16, 2014), I went for Finding Fanny, alone. Ever since I left Pune, this is the first movie I watched in Bangalore. The experience of watching a movie alone after all these months, in a literally empty theater was quite a different feeling.  However, the experience was ruined totally by the movie. Here is my review:

Star Cast:

• Naseeruddin Shan - Ferdie the postman
• Dimple Kapadia - Rosie (Angie's mother-in-law)
• Deepika Padukone - Angela/Angie
• Arjun Kapoor - Savio (Angie's childhood sweetheart)
• Pankaj Kapoor - Don Pedro the painter who lechers after voluptuous women
• Ranveer Singh (cameo) - Gabbo/Angie's husband, who has an unfortunate accident on his wedding day

Was it a movie worth watching and recommending to others to view? Was the movie created just for the heck of it or for any specific message? Was it a movie that would leave an impression on people? The answers shall vary. Was the movie good? Well, that is the only question I can answer perhaps. 

To start with, the movie opens in a quaint little fictitious village in Goa, where everybody minds everybody else's business. 

The story revolves around a road trip undertaken by five mismatched Goans  (no offence to the Goans, since I love Goa and the people there) from a sleepy Goan village after local postman Ferdie finds a letter mysteriously returned to him that he sent decades ago to his beloved Fanny. Assuming that her lack of a reply to his marriage proposal meant that she had found someone else, he’s been pining for her ever since.

Getting wind of the situation young Angie, a widow (since her husband dies on the wedding day after choking on a figurine on the cake), decides to organize a road trip in an attempt to find and reunite Ferdie with his lost love (read Fanny aka Stefanie Fernandes). The road trip also has other travellers - the imperious Rosie (with a massively padded posterior, supposedly to give the comic effect), lecherous artist Don Pedro, Savio, Angie’s childhood sweetheart who’s still bitterly resents her for having chosen his friend Gabbo to marry, and a cat named Nareus, who is un-catlike in his behavior. Fanny is shown as a pretty girl who ends up as a fat, bloated woman. Ferdie's hope that Fanny will be the same, pretty girl after all these years, seems unrealistic. Despite some instances (hoping to tickle the funny bone) like the cat not landing on its legs and being flung out of the running car, Finding Fanny quickly loses its way.

The initial plot and backdrop of the movie, where the postmaster receives a 46-year old, undelivered letter, reminds one of R. K. Narayan’s stories. The chain of events  that leads the team going on a hunt feels like a rubber band stretched to the extreme. The perpetual quest for love fails to deliver the intended poeticism.

I watched the English version, since the time I went only this version was being shown. Maybe the dialogues in Hindi would have been funny. But it can’t change the story.

The movie was as dysfunctional as its characters.  Of course, there were a few instances where you could guffaw, smirk and maybe LOL, but the storyline is quite weak. True, this is a stream away from the commercial, masala genre, yet it was quite lame a film.  But the ride to find Fanny was quite a bumpy one, hoping it would end soon. Had the ending been different, then maybe it would have been a likeable movie. 

My rating: 2/5

P.S. This is my personal view of the movie. It doesn’t intend to dissuade anyone from watching or enjoying it. Individual opinions differ.

Sharks and Music

Ok, so today is Monday. And I’m sitting on my desk, literally jobless (it’s going to be EOD soon). Well, this is what I love about Mondays. Being the first day of the week and NO WORK (literally) is a true relief. No Khoon Chusu Monday!

Then I suddenly I remember, It’s Hammerhead time! Why not!!!

Before you think I was planning on breaking the hammer with my head, let me put your doubts to rest. (Hammerhead is a type of shark and since the website I'm talking about has "shark", hence the name). Just like any other day, I login to my account on Grooveshark and then, it’s music all the way. The best part is that my office has no (Touch wood for that. I don’t want to jinx it, EVER) restrictions, no firewalls whatsoever, for online music. I can just go on listening to online music streaming, without anyone haggling me for any reason. Be it work or no work, I literally turn a deaf ear to my surroundings. Sometimes though, I’m caught singing, (not that loud, but it is fairly audible) along with the song, oblivious to the fact that I’m in office, by my colleagues. Well, the end result is I’m at the receiving end of their jokes, for the rest of the day and whenever they remember my tongue-biting (that’s me biting) blunder.

Isn’t it strange when some lyrics from a particular song tugs a string so deep that you cannot help but listen to it, time and again!? This happens to me all the time. I bless the day when I first came across Grooveshark and created my account. As my profile declares, “Music runs thru my veins. Here's an eclectic mix to suit every mood...”, you will find songs of every genre (at least almost every genre since my playlists keep growing every day, as and when I come across a good song). 

You can take a look of it, yourself - My Playlists on Grooveshark.

This is one of my prized possessions, which I would love to share with you. Feel free to browse through. Who knows! Yours and my taste in music may be similar.

I hope you enjoy listening to the songs as much as I do, everyday! 

Another Leaflet...

This is another poem that I wrote during my tenure as a content writer, in the first company. Though there's no particular significance to the poem, I just penned down thoughts as they came. I hope you enjoy reading this, just as you liked the previous one.

Life Without You...
It's hard to explain in words, how I feel without you...

Walking on the street, reminiscing the past,
Even in a crowd I feel so alone,
Feels like yesterday,
But it's been awhile since you are gone,
Your absence has left a gaping wound in my heart,
Seems like my world has been ripped apart,
In the darkness of the night,
When the whole world is lost in slumber tight,
I sit by the window, allowing tears to stream,
Listening to my heart in pain and sorrow, scream
Pondering over what went wrong and where,
Thinking of the things you never wanted to share.

Faking smiles, so that the world won't know,
The hurt, the pain I try not to show,
No matter wherever I am, whatever I do, 
Everyday is a battle, I struggle to go through,
I find myself always thinking of you,
Looking back at the times we were together,
Basking in immaculate love and care,
Brings a smile and a wish you were still there,
How do I explain, what do I tell,
To make you understand that I'm going through hell,
I wish you could know how it hurts me,
To think of a life without you...

From the Past

My first job was that of a content writer. Writing about different subjects under the sun, I knew this was what I wanted to do. No matter my job was out of the league (not an engineer, neither a doc, nor an MBA), I found my niche. This job gave me the flexibility to explore my creative side too. The poem below is one that i wrote almost two years ago and I did receive some good reviews. Thought I'd share with you too.

Were You Genuine?
Sometimes, things are not the same as they are portrayed...

Never had I known, would our paths cross again,
Meeting you, I realized you are still the same,
I thought I'd be walking the path alone,
But with you by my side, I always feel at home,
I want you in my life,
Just like a desert needs the rain,
Like an answer to my prayer,
I knew, I could turn to you,
You told me you'll always be there.

Whatever I felt, whatever I wanted to share,
I found myself secure in your unfeigned care,
I had so much to tell, so much to ask,
But then I found we were slowly drifting apart,
A feeling that rent my heart,
I thought we would be like this forever,
But you made me realize this was just a dream,
You left, leaving my questions unanswered,
Now all I can ask is - 'Were You Genuine?'