KITES

Storylight:
J is a smalltime hustler in Vegas, who likes to make money by teaching in dance classes and marrying gals looking for green card for money, untill one of his students who is crazy in love for him turns out to be daughter of bigshot businessman of Vegas.
J is getting nearer to what he wants viz money, but only for the Mexican fiancée of his mean haughty and cruel would be brother in law, who can't speak either English or Hindi but the language of love( shadow signs) and has barged into the family for the same reasons as J.
So finally the Love wins and they decide to choose life over the pelf, but the rich business family with media, cops and goons on their side are able to force the lovers to commit suicide in a very Shakespearean way. But hail bollywood, the lovers meet again under the waters they had committed suicide.

i think they are confused what they wanna make,
Bollywood old styled movie with Hollywood styled subtitles in Hindi,people speaking in English for most of the time and Bollywood's melodramatic futile attempts at extracting more than it deserves from a scene.
Fashion, Looks, Sceneries, are plus points, locations too good, all the characters are so well dressed up that it seems they'd do better for a photoshoot, but sad same is evident from their acting( that they are photoshoot guys.
For Hritvik crazy babes, tanned, perfectly crafted 6 pack abs, a treat.
Leggy soft spoken Barbara Mori for guys, but i think sometimes she pouts a little too much and smiles a little more than required.( though you should smile as much as you can)
No story, poor script, slow moving car chases, (first half literally drags) and a good but non matching soliloquy, guess trailers were too good.
Too slow to be called an action movie, too lame to make the love story click( kisses never came at right times, what were they afraid of censor?, media? or themselves?).
2.5/5: Go for locations, fashion.

the phone smell

It was those times when the phone was a luxury not necessity, i remember sneaking into my father's office to see the black colored magneto of those times, which has to be literally wrrrrung to talk to people, then there was this special 'case' in which rested that nice soft and elegant blue coloured telephone which smelled of the latest unused technology, and i could understand that instinct that drove mankind for newer inventions was lying somewhere near those parts of brain which make us happy on purchase of new clothes, new toys, new bicycle.

about HOUSEFULL,
No expert comments, just a movie which makes you feel that Deepika Padukone can act, besides having a good body.
The macho presence which is usually the domain of Akshay Kumar is stolen away by Arjun Rampal. Besides the enthralling screen presence which is kinda hallmark for him, the guy is good at acting as well.
Akshay disappoints with his sympathymonger scarcely lucky begging for fun role.
Movie makes a bad start with some unfunny comedies( tragedies for Kumar) like vacuuming whole room( means everything except walls including Ritesh Deshmukh's butt)
Lara Dutta plays a depressed due to dad, daughter who had married against the wishes of strict disciplinarian father( who keeps getting lashed by his mother and lashed means literally ), who is cheered up by Deepika Padukone when she suggests her tell her father about a son she never had.
On other hand Akshay is a star-crossed friend of Lara's husband played by Ritesh Deshmukh.( Who always makes you feel that he shouldn't have disclosed his real sex to anyone and entered as a female actress, would have done better).
Now Lara fixes him up with her boss's daughter( jiyah Khan: good at only kissing) who poses to be a fitting girl for Akshay only to run away on wedding night as it turns out that she was after her father's 40 million pounds.
Now depressed Akki starts swimming and goes on untill he drowns and gets saved by a sleek and bodylicious Deepika and falls in love with her.
Now the "Great Indian Khichri" in London is on screen when Deepika's ferocious brother who is head of Indian Intelligence comes to GBR to recieve commendation for his job from Queen.(yupps that's Arjun Rampal)
All the couples fall into a combined funny chaos which makes the plight of Akshay a little less pathetic and finally " jis jhooth se kisi ka ghar base wo jhooth, jhooth nahi hota" is won over by " jo ghar jhooth par bane wo ghar ghar nahi hota"
CHEERS

WATCHABILITY: 2.5/ Watch for Arjun and Deepika+ some fun in second half.

RAVAN MUSIC

Rehman does it again, one of the songs "mujhe behne de" by Kartik and Irfaan is reminicient of his musical hit Dil Se's "Satrangi re", rest songs are upbeat like "thok de killi" by Sukhwinder "kata kata" featuring Sapna Awasthi's voice( again reminicient of DIl Se) and that serenity of usual Rehman's music is retained in songs like "khilli re" by Rene Bhardwaj and "ranjha ranjha" by Rekha Bhardwaj and a nice fusion is seen with folk music in "ranjha ranjha" and "kata kata" but the stealer is "beera beera" by Vijay and Mustafa. Music seems to be in tune with the theme of movie and it convincingly indicates what kind of characters we can find in the movie. A mixed but wholesome experience.

Audibility: 4/5 He never fails to impress.

HUM TUM AUR GHOST

Arshad Warsi as a funny little godbrother was nice in each and every movie Munnabhai1& 2 and Hulchul,we could still see the shades of same character.
Diya is good, graceful as usual, Boman Irani does his part but he can't help the poor direction, dialog not coming in time to click and take the momentum of movie forward in first half.
Arshad is good with his witty actions, hilarious face and quickliiners.
Movie gains pace in second half, but almost everything is predictable,
a good time pass movie, and an education for your girlfriends, so definitely a one time see with ur girlfriend.
But here as well Warsi is a li'l funny godbrother of other writers.

Watchability: 2/5, may go if you don have anything else to do

dark knight overshadowed by night

It's high on drama, action, and best of all a well thought and sequenced movie.Christopher Nolan does a fantastic job as the movie moves with a pace that you can never get enough of it and engrosses the viewers so much that he forgets who the hero is Christian Bale(Batman) or Heath Ledger(Joker).
Heath Ledger gives mind blowing performance and is actually able create the terror his character is supposed to create. the shear power of the character and the finnesse of the acting over that creates a perfect situation which could make any viewer believe that how easy it is to create terror and negativity and how difficult it is to dispel that mist of distrust.
Joker is an apostle of chaos, he wants nothing and is looking for limits, his as well as that of a so called civilized society just for the sake of his amusement.
Gotham City is gripped from wind pipe and brought down to knees as a punishment for letting grow the corruption to this extent so that even the superhero is rendered helpless.
Joker with his nasty stories about his face, demonic laugh, i know it all chuckle and nothing to loose attitude comes up as a winner.
Despite of being a sci-fi and action movie, it sends out a strong, most appropriate and indispensable message: somebody has to pay for the corruption, ugly distortions hidden in a civilized society shall become things of need if we don't play by the rules.
Nolan brothers have done wonders with the screenplay and viewers are aghast by this multifarious attack of good story, brilliant graphics & screenpaly and superb acting (even that of Alfred, Mr Waynes domestic help).
Verdict: Must see movie. 4.5/5

the smell of that freshly cut grass

when winters had just passed and as if summer was thawing every little creature from it's hibernation and bringing them back to life, wheat fields use to be lush green and superfluous variety of flowers sprinkling around from mother earth.
i miss that lying down on itchy grass stubs left after cutting and strangely enough my head also felt the same after fresh haircut, it was as if the lap was open and i was to lye down and sleep, just like that until the knowledge of worms scorpions and snakes prevented me from doing so! i kept doing it and it was the best.
i remember myself running behind the mayflies and get overtired in evening and eating my dinner from coercive hands of grandma while my eyes were sleepy and lids were droopy.
i remember building that dam in the rains which would break from one place when i'd patch other never understanding that i can't tame the wild water forever, but more importantly i miss myself trying again and again without for once thinking that I've failed until i was told that it is bad to fail and made to believe that it might not be that great to try again.
and most of all there were those ventures which were exclusively for me and even now when i smell the grass being freshly cut i find myself going into a amazing slumber at conscious level which is comforting at the very thought of the existence of that unaware carelessness and creativity within resulting into something, or nothing, which actually never use to matter, but the very process was so engrossing that i use to spend hours in those early spring days.

the murphy's law

have you ever stood for the bus at bus stop and found that the number of buses going in opposite direction is always more.
whenever we happen to dial a wrong number it is never busy though whenever we need to speak with someone quickly if not the phone then the network would definitely be busy.
ironically the weapons used in army are made by the lowest bidder.
there are people who live under th e rule of Murphy and keep on cribbing and there are people who are strangely immune to it or so to say bus always comes to their side first, might be something to take with circadian rhythms default setting.
now there is another set of people who are the ones who try and defeat Murphy and so to say they would keep a lot of information stored in their large container sized brains, i mean every detail like the time taken from room to workplace on foot, by car, and by bus, timings of buses and all, and they beat the Murphy's vicious cycle voulantarily.
not like me who takes the things as they come and end up cursing Murphy every now and then.

aag ka gola

aag ka gola

It was a little casual pass that vikram(1147) made today which reminded me of Ravi house video hall where a few insomniacs were the constant presence, me being the prime participant if 4 dorm party didn't excluded me using their superb and highly evolved machevillian skills or fondly called zero-zero giri named after of course none other than most famous fictitious brit personality created by Ian Flemming.

We were all enjoying the movie, which movie? never mattered to us, the very thrill of being there in forbidden hours always drove me in particular there and maybe many of us, but of course that day the name of the movie was of prime importance due to the incidences which followed.

The movie on the questioned day was AAG KA GOLA. As whole crowd was engrossed in illicit movie watching Mr Desraj was courteous enough not to disturb the kids engrossed in the climax and waited for the advertisement break to commence, and that's when the name of movie flashed on the screen "AAG KA GOLA"

This was the time when he growled from behind "oye uda dunga tum sab ko"

God know what offended him in the title of the movie or was it that he too was engrossed in the movie or was it just his generosity, the remains unanswered but what i know for sure was that we all went helter-skelter hearing the booming voice of "the cannon man" or so called topchi and some went numb.

No doubt the casualty was 100% as we had a narrow door to escape from which was comprehensively covered by the topchi himself.!@$%!#&%#%^&(%*&^(*&)(*)_
a few boxes, few slaps, a few kicks, and a lot of loud noises and at the end

all of us murgas for nearly an hour which never seemed to come to an end.

Rest is history as everyone including seniors as well as juniors were giggling as any of us passed by......