Him - "Can you bring me some water please?" (Thinks "Damn. Why does this guy Dravid playing so slowly even in highlights?")
Her - "Yeah. Just a minute." (Thinks "Idiot! Can't even get up from his place and fetch water.")
Him (after 2 minutes) - "Hey. I asked for water 10 minutes before". (Ha! How lazy and unresponsive people are!)
Her - "It's been just 2 minutes. Done exaggerate." (Either way your TV time is screwed after 10 mins.)
Him - "Damn. This guy is so slow." (Oops. Another 10 mins and she will be glued to the saas-bahu-pati shit.)
Her - (As if he is like Roadrunner. Don't think he even played street cricket. All Indian men are the same. Score Ducks on field and turn expert commentators at home.)
Him - (What the heck! I will get water myself.) (Gets bottle from the fridge in the kitchen.)
Her - "I was going to bring water for you." (Good. Maybe I should regularly follow this strategy regularly.)
Him - "Yeah. I know." (My parents pierced my ears when I was 2 years old.) "I just did not want to disturb you." (How about some flattery eh?)
Her - "Hee hee. So sweet" (Dude! Mine too were pierced when I was 1. So just stop bluffing.).
Him - "You want remote so that you can watch Ms. Ekta Kapur's rona-dhona show?" (Either way this guy Dravid is a bore. Atleast I can get to watch some nice chicks in the serial.)
Her - "No its fine. You hardly get time to watch match. Enjoy it today." (Ha! I know what's on your mind. I can live with the re-telecast episode tomorrow.)
Him - "So nice of you. But it's seriously ok. You can go ahead." (Oh C'mon! Just say yes)
Her - "It's ok. You enjoy." (Well...you are caught and bowled honey.)
Him - "Ok. Then I will switch over to the news." (Oops. Am I in the wrong house? Or am I with the wrong Woman?)
Her - "Whatever you like." (Oh God! How many times do men have to watch news in a day and give the same reaction when they play the same news?)
Him - "Oh Damn! Sensex down still? Stupid Americans." (Oops. What will happen to my shares?)
Her - (See what I am talking about? The sensex is down for so long and still he gives the same reaction every time he sees it. Men!!!!).
Him - "Ok. You can enjoy your serial." (Atleast this is better than self-blood-pressure-raising news.)
Her - (after watching for 5 mins) "Oh God! Savitri's sister ran away? What a disgrace." (Oh God! Why test Savitri behen so much?)
Him - (smiles) (See this? She feels for her as if Savitri was her own sister. Why do women get so much attached to their serial characters? Women!!!!)
Her - (Looks at their kid laying down eyes open in the mattress) "Why is JuJu not sleeping today?" (Oh God! Not the Doctor!!)
Him - "Really? It's close to 10. He must be asleep now." (Oops! Not the Doctor)
Theirs - "Ga Ga Ga" (Hey!!! Go back to your business people. What do you think I am? Some freak show?)
Her - "He seems to have lost some weight, Isn't it?" (Must feed him more Farex from tomorrow)
Him - "Yeah. We need to feed him more." ( I must stop eating his Farex when I feed him from tomorrow.)
Theirs – "Gi Gi Gi" (Wow. These people are really worried. Let me try it some other way). (Starts wailing).
Him - "What the hell happened? Why is he crying suddenly?" (Oh Damn! Was I so annoying as well in my childhood?)
Her - "I donno. Maybe he is hungry. I will bring some milk for him." (Oh God. Now what?)
Theirs - (As they leave, he stops wailing) (Wow. This works. Maybe I should try it often.)
Her - "Ju Ju Ju Ju Ju! Eat this Farex my baby" (Hope he falls asleep for some time.)
Him - (Ah...the sweet smell and taste of Farex. Seriously, why can't grown-ups eat farex?)
Theirs - (blinks) (Oh ho! Seems this one backfired!!!!!)
Guddu - "Tell me a story."
Munna - "Enough stories Guddu. Go to bed. Today is Wednesday and not Friday. You have to go to school tomorrow. It's already way past your bed time."
Guddu - "No. I will sleep only if you tell me a story."
Munna - "Do you know that rest of the 6 year old kids in this colony listen to their parents and elders?"
Guddu - "Do you know that the rest of the 6 year kids get their share of bed-time stories and then go to bed? Being elder to me by 4 years and with baba not around, you can very well take the responsibility. What say?"
Munna - You almost talk like grown-ups.
Guddu – Don't divert Bhaiyya. Tell no.
Munna - What story do you want? Ramayan? Chacha Chaudhry? Shaktimaan?
Guddu - Tell me about our Mother.
Munna - How many times you want to listen to that? I have told you that like some hundreds of times.
Guddu - So what? I am prepared to listen for another thousand times. Won't you do this for your cute little sister?
Munna - (sighs) What do you want to listen? The story of how she married Baba? Or how she made me wear Baba's old dress which was loose and all baggy? Or how she protected you from the neighbor's kid?
Guddu - Anything you like Bhaiyya. I just want a story.
Munna - Ok. Then here we go. But promise me that you will sleep after listening to this story.
Guddu - Promise. Mother Promise.
Munna - It was 12 years ago when they first met. Baba used to work in Murari kaka's shop and Ma used to live in the nearby colony. She used to come to the shop to buy groceries.
Guddu - Baba liked Ma from the beginning?
Munna - You have asked me this question so many times. Don't you know the answer?
Guddu - I just want to listen it from you Bhaiyya.
Munna - Yeah. Ma was so beautiful. She had the subtle beauty. It was like that of a morning mist transformed into a raindrop hanging on to the petals of the hibiscus flower. She had the smile of angels. Murari Kaka used to say that she was called "Colony's Madhuri Dixit."
Guddu - Do I look as cute as her?
Munna - (pauses) Yes Guddu. You inherited Ma's healing smile and charming personality.
Guddu - So then Baba told her or kept his love to himself?
Munna - Baba was afraid. Ma had not spoken much to him and they used to speak with eye-gestures.
Guddu - And then Baba told her one day.
Munna – Don't rush Guddu. I am getting there (ruffles her hair).
Guddu - I love that part when he screws it up.
Munna - Ok Ok. I will tell that. One day, he decides to tell her and so has "I Love You" written in Hindi in the news paper that Ma comes to receive every day.
Guddu - And the newspaper is taken by Grandma that day. Haa haa haa (starts laughing).
Munna - You know everything. Ok. Let me then go to bed.
Guddu - OK OK. I won't interrupt. You tell it.
Munna – That's better (winks). And then instead of Ma, Grandma comes in and takes the newspaper. Since Baba is not around, the newspaper is handed over to Grandma by Murari Kaka. Its just Baba's good fate that the news paper lands in Ma's hands.
Guddu - And then Grandma comes and shouts at Baba.
Munna – Yeah, but surprisingly Ma is very strong. She has also liked Baba and is very strong about that.
Guddu - And hence, they get married at Vaishno Devi temple. That's why I am named Vaishnavi. (smiles) But why do all of you call me Guddu?
Munna – That's because when Ma saw you for the first time, she said "Gudiya Jaisi dikhti hai" (you look like a doll) and hence we call you Guddu. (Ruffles her hair again)
Guddu - You forgot to tell that those were Ma's last words.
There is an awkward silence between them. Munna being the only one who had seen his mom, he could tell her anything about their Mother and she would believe him. It's not as if she would believe it, but it's because she did not have much choice.
Guddu - Bhaiyya. Can I ask something?
Munna - Yes Guddu.
Guddu - Ma left us in the government hospital after giving birth to me. Baba won't leave us no?
Munna - (hugs Guddu) Don't be stupid Guddu. It's just that Baba is late today. See, now he doesn't work at the shop. He is earning all by himself. It is to give a better life for us. To make us happy and help us study in a bigger school.
Guddu - I am scared Bhaiyya. I don't want to live without you and Baba. (Starts crying)
Munna – Don't cry Guddu. It's ok. Nothing will happen.
Just then, their neighbor Ganpat enters.
Ganpat - Munna. Did you watch the news today? Or say now about 30 mins before?
Munna - No. Raju Bhaiyya has gone out. And we all watch news at his house when he is there. Anything important?
Ganpat - (looks at Munna and Guddu) There was a shooting incident shown on TV.
Munna - (becomes terrified) Where?
Ganpat - (hesitantly) Near CST....where your Baba sells vada paav.
Munna – (gets terrified) What should we do?
Ganpat – It's been like an hour. We should go there and check....if he is there...or not.
Guddu starts crying. Munna fights back his tears.
Munna - Guddu. Promise me something. Don't cry. Nothing must have happened to our Baba.
Guddu - (wails loudly) I am scared Bhaiyya. I don't want to be here.
Munna – Don't worry. It will be all right. It will be all right. (pauses) Lets go Ganpat Bhaiyya.
Munna carries Guddu to Ganpat's house. In the TV news, flash news runs about the Taj Hotel bombing and a reporter is running helter shelter. CST Gunfire incident runs in the scroll below. The Common Man is not even bothered to be covered and the whole incident is hyped as if Page-3 celebrities and socialites are the only ones running the country. The cruel fact is that we live in a society which suffers from 'Chalta hai' attitude. The Common man is the spot of limelight only during the elections, otherwise for which he can die in train blasts, bomb-blasts, caste or state riots, landslides, accidents, lack of medical attention….which is pretty much to say is not a NATURAL CAUSE OF DEATH. At the end of the day or a week later, when this incident is buried amidst a new scandal or blasts, we celebrate and hail the 'Spirit of Mumbai'. Hypocrisy at its best!!!!!!!!
Munna watches the news and walks with Ganpat in search of his father. He is not sure if while returning, will he walk with him or will be carrying him on his shoulders….in pieces. He walks with lots of questions, lots of prayers, lots of anger…….and very little hope.
Hi there. So I do seem to have your attention (assuming that you are reading), eh?
You took the bait didn't you? Ok Ok. Stop looking like a baby who has just urinated in his diapers.
I know what you are thinking. Usually when people read titles like "candle in the dark" or "How to screw politicians" and they are like "Oh man...not again". Seriously. After all the hard work we do, we want to be entertained. And it's not wrong because that's what everyone feels they are entitled to.
But for arguments sake, what would you think if I told you that I have this title just to retain your interest till this point? Ah....you feel as if I am playing with our mind.
The point is that after months of status reports, MOMs, mails etc, I think I might have lost my flair for language. Worse case, if I do try to write, I might end up sounding like Bush. And seriously, no sane man wants to sound like him. So this post might be on the irregular side with an informal approach and face-to-face talk.
So why this topic? Look, first, it's interesting. Boys would be like "Show us tips to hook them mate. Either way we don't need your advice to screw it up." and girls would be like "Huh. Even god and our parents don't understand how we work. Who the hell is this guy to say he understands us?"
But still, you might stick just for the heck of it. Come on, if you had been disinterested you would have decided to shift your mouse to the right handed corner of screen and bring everything to rest in peace. Boys stick to know if what I say is in line with their screwed up affairs and girls want to know if these are the only available ways.
Now what is this about?
This is a very stupid collection of 10 steps which is the best effective way to end your courtship with possibly ANY girl on earth. Well, we know that there are thousands of them, but I am just giving you a hint of some from my perspective. Either way, you are reading and you can share your amazing experiences as well and enlighten your fellow human beings.
Now you wonder why the hell I am writing this? What is my expertise in this area? I remember an old quote which says "Learn from other people's mistakes, you don't have time to make all of them yourself".
In effect, this is a compilation of some errors I have seen others make and then wish they could go back in time. It's like the film critics, you know. All the film critics are so good at criticizing and shredding it to pieces and stuff, but ask them to direct one for the audience (remember Khalid Mehmood?) and they are much worse duds. Either way, I know you buggers are not going to believe me and think that this is something I have gone through. Suit yourself!!!!
This would be an irregular series and will be posted from time to time depending on my workload and mood (see, I can throw tantrums!). So I will start posting the first one before coming Sunday (30-11-08).
My fellow professionals will understand how dangerous it is to commit to a delivery date and live to see it done :).
He: "I can't believe we spent 400 bucks on this useless piece of trash."
She: "Told ya. After all this guy made Dhoom. You can't expect him to turn out a Dark Knight for heaven's sake."
He: Yeah, I know. But then, what was I supposed to do? After all, we need to do something on Friday evening.
She: Well, for starters you could have taken my suggestion.
He: And what would that be? End up with something like Maama Mia or Aaja Nachle? Gosh, they had so many songs like Hum aapke hain kaun.
She: Wow. You remember it? I thought you dozed off midway through the movie.
He: I would have for the entire 2 hours, if you were not constantly nudging me and asking me to look at Madhuri's dress, costumes and glowing skin.
She: You didn't hear my suggestion yet.
He: You don't forget, do you? So what was your Friday bailout plan?
She: Simple. Order a sumptuous Pizza from Pizza hut and play the "Jab We Met" DVD on our home theatre system.
He: Didn't we do that previous month on some Friday?
She: You can thank me my dear husband. You were planning to watch 'Mission Istanbul'.
He: Damn! You remember everything. I donno why do these idiots keep making such stupid trash.
She: Because there are idiots like you who are prepared to pay and watch it. And there are innocent people like me who have to accompany without choice.
He: Look. What am I supposed to do? After all the boring work I do for 5 days in a week, I need some outlet.
She: Outlet? Sounds like you need some chimney fixed above your head.
He: No. Like, I need to see few explosions, few thrills, car chases, double-crossing, Villains getting bashed. You know that I can't do these in my real life for sure. Atleast lemme watch someone else do it.
She: Not late you know. I can atleast help you with the 'getting bashed up' part.
He: Looks like you have some plans of your own.
She: You betcha!
He: Now you sound like Sarah Palin.
She: I am not that dumb yet honey.
He: God, we need to travel so far back to home. Damn you Imran Khan!
She: Stop cursing him. He was okay. Besides, you got your fill. What do you care about?
He: What fill? There were hardly any thrills in the movie.
She: You could not take your eyes off Minisha's cleavage.
He: As if I designed her costumes. She comes half naked for the whole movie. What am I supposed to do? Cover my eyes like kids?
She: Like you did when you went to Rangeela ?
He: How do you know that?
She: Your mom told me.
He: See. I have been such a good kid back then.
She: Don't bluff boss. She saw you watching Urmila's non-existent dress through the gap of your fingers while you maintained your act of being 'holier-than-thou'.
He: Oops! Should I call it busted?
She: So tell me? You could not stop staring right?
He: Look. It was unintentional. I went to watch an action movie. What can I do if a chick decides to skip wearing dress and the director turns out to be a sleazy bugger?
She: Quite right. Do you know that the couple next to us was sitting with their arms intertwined?
He: You should have told me. I would have suggested few good surgeons to consult.
She: Haa haa haa. Very funny. You were so romantic before marriage.
He: (mutters) next time, I should check for individual seats.
She: What?
He: Nothing. Next time, you sit on my lap and I will feed you an ice-cream.
She: You dont get it do you? You think that buying me a 5000 Rs Necklace or a costly sari or expensive Burberry perfume is going to compensate for the time I don't get to spend with you?
He: You tell me, what to do?
She: That's the point. There is little joy in getting things that I ask for. Greater joy lies in getting the unsaid wish list. For me...... and you.
Both remain silent for another 30 mins. They reach their house and she opens the door and almost slams it.
As she enters, she is astonished to find a huge portrait of theirs in the hall.
She looks at him and is at loss for words.
He: I remembered you looking at the portrait that day in the photo studio. Thought it would be a nice surprise.
She: But how did you do it?
He: Let's keep that a secret. Otherwise I can't do something like some other time.
She: Tell No. Pleaseeeeeeeeee.
He: (takes her in his arms and whispers) Women and secret. They never go together.
Zaheer: "And that is how the tortoise beat the hare in a race. Now, tell me Abraham, what do you learn from this?"
Abraham: "That you should not sleep during the race. Either way once you win the race, they give you enough money to buy an AC and a house."
Zaheer: "Where do you people learn this stuff?"
Abraham: "What did you derive from the story Zaheer uncle when you were a kid?"
Z: When I was 7 years old as you are now? I dozed off halfway as teacher was explaining it. Atleast you are focused.
A: And what is your age now?
Z: Well, you have to add 22 years more to yours. That makes it?
A: (thinks for a while) 29. Correct?
Z: Wow. Terrific. You must be first rank in your class?
A: In LKG and UKG, I got first rank 2 times.
Z: 2 times. WOWWWWWWW. In 1st standard?
A: In my class 1st standard F section, I got first rank in half-yearly and annual exam. Now I am in Second standard, E section.
Z: You are so brilliant. Did mummy daddy always ask you to keep studying?
A: Dad was cool about it. He always told me that I was very brilliant. My mom used to pester me a lot.
Z: Let me guess. She didnt allow you to play cricket. Correct?
A: Not just cricket. No gilli danda,no lukka chuppi, no video games.
Z: Oh. Do you hate her for that?
A: No. I love her. She makes me such delicious food every day. Where are mummy- daddy now?
Z: They will come soon. So, who was your best friend in school?
A: RajKumar. He lived 2 streets away. His uncle used to come to our house. He used to buy me chocolates.
Z: Oh wow. What chocolate do you like?
A: Milky Bar. My mom used to give me one every time I finished my homework.
Z: Ok. Lets have a deal. If you finish your dinner without further questions and asking stories, I will get you a milky bar.
A: I will wait for my parents and eat with them.
Z: They will come. You finish your dinner. Otherwise they will scold poor Zaheer uncle that he did not feed their cute son. Will they or wont?
A: (thinks for a while) My parents don’t scold. They are very friendly. We have so many friends in our neighborhood.
Z: Still, they might scold you. So you be a good boy and finish the dinner. Zaheer uncle will go and get you your Milky Bar. Done deal?
A: Done deal. Thanks
Zaheer rushed to the nearest departmental store outside the hospital and got 2 Milky Bar packets. He walked back to the reception and gave a quizzing look at the receptionist Ms. Latha.
Latha: "Sorry Dr.Zaheer. We still don’t have any information regarding his relatives."
Zaheer: "Come on Latha. There must be someone. Some uncle, aunty, cousin...someone."
Latha: "Most of them lived in the same neighborhood when the incident happened. So the chances are...practically slim."
Zaheer: "Damn it. Did the police arrest anyone?"
Latha looked at him with a look which meant "Don’t-you-know-it-wont-happen".
Zaheer: "Wow. Hail democracy. Some mad men decide to kill people, burn their houses, ransack their life and they walk freely. How can someone be so cruel to burn an orphanage? Have people in this country pawned their hearts?"
Latha: "Cool down Doctor."
Zaheer: "Cool Down? You want me to cool down? Go and try telling that innocent kid, that his parents have been murdered by the very people who lived next Street to him. Go try telling him that his world was darkened and will remain so when he was sleeping on that fateful night. If not for the neighboring injured Gurkha who found him asleep, he might have been dead as well."
Latha: "Did you tell him about his parents?"
Zaheer: "I find it hard to tell demise news to elders. He is a kid for god’s sake. I...don’t know how to tell him. Everytime I look deep into his innocent brown eyes, I feel like breaking down. Don’t know how long I can keep him distracted with Milky bars."
Latha remained silent.
Zaheer: “Childhood is all about hope in life. This news will bring his world crashing down and he will lose hope in entire mankind. All that will remain would be pieces. His, mine and all ours.”
Zaheer walked back to the room where Abraham was finishing his dinner.
Zaheer: "Hey little champ. Here is my part of bargain. Milky baaaaaaaaar."
Abraham: "Thanks Zaheer Uncle. Uncle, can you tell me something."
Zaheer: "Try me."
Abraham: "When I woke up yesterday, there was blood on my hands. Can you tell me why?"
Zaheer: "Unfortunately we all have in ours as well Abraham. It’s just that you see it and we don’t."
P.S: Partially inspired from this article
Donno how many of you remember this video posted below. Some of you might have seen it as kids in Doordarshan. Guess we need such Jingoism as Americans do :)
By the 10th minute, Yogi was puffing and panting like dogs and his heart started to ache as if he would die out of a cardiac arrest. He tried to distract himself by watching the TV and read the news headlines. He checked them last at around 1 AM and they were still the same. Thank god. No bombs. No coups. The world was becoming a scarier place to live with every day passing by.
After 15 minutes and bucketfull of sweat on his T-Shirt, he read the final analysis which said that he had lost 200 calories. As Yogi walked to the table, he received a small jolt.
The Nike gloves were MISSING!!!!!!
Read more at Mr. Yogi goes to hell
For those not in a mood to read any story, enjoy this song.
Q. Why would you watch Kismat Konnection?
A. It could be because
a. You go to watch some other movie to the theatre and bloody hell...it is houseful.
b. You are not in a mood to return home and so think "what the heck..lets try this out"
c. You Kismat has made some bad Konnection (what is with the 'K' sentiment) due to which your next few hours are going to be short circuited.
d. All the above
If this were KBC and if I was to lock option D, I could have won some decent money. Alas....my luck just stays with me to write reviews. I don’t know if you observed, but I hardly write reviews for any bad movie, unless I force myself to see one and write one as well for funs sake(ex. Kuruvi, Tera Suroor etc). Why? Because I value my money dearly and I have to pay the ticket price out of my pocket unlike the reviewers who get the money milked from their employers. Well...cant call it their luck as they might have gone thru the same ordeal.
Now....you are discouraged reading this. Aren’t you? You wonder "Is this movie really that bad? Or has this guy gone bonkers?". Let me begin this review by asking you some questions. You introspect them and try to figure out WHY I wrote the above paragraph.
a. Why do most of the bollywood heroes need to be baptized as Raj Malhotra or Rahul? Aren’t names as Sunil, Dinesh, Stephen or Harish (dont bother) good enough?
b. Why are all Raj Malhotras in movies predominantly NRIs? If they are really destined to be NRIs maybe I will name my kid as Raj Malhotra (if it is a girl I will name her Anjali). Who knows...he could be singing duets in Swiss Alps or Phuket Islands.
c. Why do Bollywood Heroines try to pose out as 36-28-36 type figures? Whats wrong with being plump and admitting it? I mean I have no problem with a heroine being plump, but why pass it off? If you don’t understand what I am talking about, you should watch Ms. Balan on the big screen wearing those tight outfits that appear to have been stitched for some voluptuous babe. (she appears much better in the recent Airtel ads)
d. Why do all ex-boyfriends of heroines needs to be pakka A-holes? They are either womanizers or jerks or don’t devote time for the heroines and so she sways towards our Hero. This makes you question the judgment of the heroine and wonder if she really is as smart as she is shown on screen.
Maybe it is a subtle directorial touch to emphasize that Love is blind. But yeah...at least it is a far cry from the earlier cinematic trash where the Hero and Heroine were always their respective first love.
e. Why is Ms. Balan entrusted with the job of looking after the sick, old or suffering patients? Is it because she looks like a really nice lady who would go out of her way to do that...or...is it because she looks to be one of their age-group?
f. Why does a Hero have to run and sing solo romantic number (and be joined by many soon) when the heroine touches him? Ok...calm down. I don’t mind if the song is really that good, but why would you not think that if the song is incorporated with the sole aim of increasing the sales of the eateries in the cafeteria.
g. Why do all Bollywood mainstream movies have atleast one shaadi number where they have to incorporate the Punjabi words "tenu" "kudi" “munda” "mar jaava" "Leke Jaava"? The male dress up in designer sherwanis and women dress up in Manish Malhotra wardrobe which should cost her an amount close to what is required to perform a marriage function in itself.
How do you expect a movie to be amazing with all these inconsistencies? The point is that a movie is supposed to be mesmerizing and it allows the director to provide some escapist entertainment. I am not against masala movies or regular candy floss stuff, but the point is that this movie seems to be a candy floss which is prepared with more salt than sugar.
The story line is simple that Raj malhotra (Shahid) is an out of the work architect who is looking for the big break. By chance and fate he comes to believe that every time Vidya Balan is around, he seems to hit the right note and get a home run. He is preparing to build a mall for a contractor (Om Puri) and the problem is that it is the point of dispute for Vidya who is out to save a community center at the expense of the mall.
The problem with this movie that it is very much predictable. When a scene pops up, you know what will happen in the next frame and worse, you can even guess the dialogues. The jokes are ok to laugh at that moment, but once you are out of the theatre you don’t even remember what you laughed for. Well...in that case, I should say that it was not a KILLER stuff unlike other comedies which make you gag yourself.
Shahid Kapur in many scenes tries to be ShahRukh. He has developed some nice bulging muscles and the costume designer favors him by dressing him up in nice suits and biceps revealing shirts. His comic timing is ok and he does a decent job. The scene where he was good was the monologue where he explains Vidya about his ambition and the last scene where he explains about consumerism and human welfare. To be frank, as the end credits rolled out, the only thing that really impressed me and which I remembered was the last scene where he makes a nice emotional speech.
Vidya Balan has a hackneyed role. Neither she looks appealing (in fact one girl behind my seat said she looked HUGE) and nor she has much scope to perform. To top it all her costumes are horrendous and there is NO chemistry between her and Shahid. The rest of the cast as Om Puri, Juhi Chawla (over the top but cute) and Vishal malhotra do a decent job. Perhaps the best surprise was provided by Boman Irani as the 'waving uncle' character and it was a nice (and only good one) twist indeed.
The Ai Pappi song was foot tapping while the rest were just ordinary types. Better luck next time Pritam! Now coming to the director. Aziz Mirza usually is identified with ordinary man's stories and I guess he too gave in to the NRI movie brigade. And the comedy too was way thanda compared to his other movies.
Maybe you may feel that I am too harsh and maybe I am, but I am so because the cast promised so much and delivers so little. Maybe what they needed was Konnection (or whatever it is) with some good writers instead of having relied on their Kismat to see them through.
Rating: 2/5
Find below the song of the moment (will try to have one in every post henceforth).
In a world filled with mayhem, ear-shattering beats and tongue and nose touching each other (naaka mukka :P), I am glad that someone decided to churn out a song which just required your ears & senses open and eyes closed. Thanks James Vansathan!!
