Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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

Friday, March 6, 2015

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)

Friday, February 20, 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

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

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!!!

Thursday, February 5, 2015

.....

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

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

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.

Monday, November 24, 2014

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!