Brothers

So much we have talked,

It is yet so little,

Fights many we have gone through,

Our friendship isn’t at all brittle.

There forever,

Be it day or night,

We are each other’s support,

And we show the other new light.

Plans we have many,

We hope they take us far,

Diversity is our strength,

Even age isn’t a bar.

Time has passed fast,

With your blessed presence,

It’s almost a year now,

That much time is just a minor essence.

A wish I had,

From the time I knew you,

To meet at a place,

The whole wolf pack- we, the special few.

Come true it did,

Twice to be frank,

We chat quite a lot here,

But there, at least I was a bit blank.

Mad we aren’t,

I’d use the word eccentric,

It was our first meet,

But it was fun and electric.

From movies to books,

We covered the whole lot,

Also discussed on a film to be made,

A couple of ideas for it we have already got.

Other weird stuff,

We also tend to do,

I can’t say it here,

Or you will come as one to sue.

Thadiya, Bhatman and Devji,

Just three of our nicknames,

Rahul, Anil and I look on with a funny look,

At our Mentor Paresh’s widespread fame.

Friends I’d not call you,

Brothers I’d say,

Our family I wish never separates,

And together may we forever stay.

Adithya, Rishikesh, Me, Sridev, Rahul, Anil, Varun (From left to right) and famous guy in the centre :P

The Super Humans

The train galloped in the darkness, throwing a beam far into the night and illuminating the parallel lovers who could never meet. Chugging hard and whistling in between, the massive metal machine went on. Hearing the sounds reverberating loudly, and shivering from the cold of the night, he stood at the door. Looking inside the compartment, he saw the exact opposite of what his state of mind was. He saw the happy talks of the trainees who were on a new journey- a new place and of life as well; he saw the people who had huddled together to watch a movie from a laptop; and he felt the calm as the train raced forward- a weird calm which caused so much uneasiness, yet was so familiar. He looked at the dark void in front of him and he knew not what to do.

There was a fear in his mind, something he had never experienced about the place he was going to. It sure was quite some time since he had gone to this place, but his feelings for it had never changed, and nor had the emotions.

Standing in the cold onslaught which was peppered with hot smoke, he thought, “How could this happen? Last time I had been there, they had been so fine- working and enjoying and living life the way it came to them. And now, for the first time in my 17 years, Grandpa is bed ridden. Alone Granny has to handle the whole house and also Uncle. Sigh! Why God?”

With this thought, he moved inside, away from the gusts of wind, awaiting his destination, which was still 18 hours away. All he could do was wait and he would have to go through it, whatever his state of mind may be.

As he walked back to his seat, he sighed and reminisced his memories about the two super humans he knew.

The clock struck nine. Acting on the signal by the clock, the figure glided and came into focus slowly from the innards of the house. Dressed in a perfectly ironed shirt and a black pant, the man also sported a beard and blue spectacles, but very little hair accompanied this setting, atop his head. As the light of the sun came into view, he smiled and his face obtained a new glow.

Behind him came a spectacled man, his father, who was dressed in a plain shirt and his hands held hard on the handles as he deftly steered the wheelchair, just by the long practice of 40 years. Walking into the open garden, he bent down and gently picked the man on the wheelchair and set him down on the waiting scooter. Taking the two bags from the hands of the smiling woman, his wife, who had walked out behind the duo, he looked at his watch and shook his head mildly.

In the background, the freshly watered plants shimmered in the early sunlight, and thanked the old man for his perseverance behind them. Wearing his black crown, a helmet, the 70 year old man took hold of the reigns of the two wheeler and set off, just as the woman stood and waved till the scooter rounded the corner.

As the woman waved and walked back inside, the memory dissolved and the teenager fell asleep in his cozy seat.

The next evening, a figure walked down the lane, and pushed open the rusted door. Withered plants caught his attention, and so did the dirty garden. Dragging his suitcase behind him, he knocked on the door and after going in, he hugged the old lady, his grandmother. Walking to the bed, he did the same for the man who was sleeping, his head hot with fever and to the man in the wheelchair, whose smile was a mile long.

Though the garden was not maintained, the house was spick and span.

“Things aren’t that bad. Or maybe, they are just super humans,” was his only thought.

PS: This is a true story about my grandparents and my uncle, who is wheelchair bound due to cerebral palsy. I have not written this to gain sympathy or anything, but this is to say out loud that they are all super humans. My grandparents manage my uncle, who is 40 years old, at the age of 70, and they do it very well. They manage the house and also take care of themselves. My uncle, even with his special ability, works in a company, and also writes movie reviews very actively.

Perseverance and strength must be learnt from them. We lose hope and the will to go on even when we face the smallest of problems, but they have gone on and on, and they still do it. Whatever be their circumstances, they strive hard and get all the jobs done. They are truly Super Humans.

 

My Grandparents and my Uncle

PPS: I apologize for the long leave of absence from blogging. I was visiting my grandparents as my grandpa has suddenly faced some health problems, and so I could not find the time to write. I hope to be back with more posts from now, and I hope you enjoy reading them.

Apologies once again and Happy Reading!

Return of the Lord

ball rocks the goal post

Catalan crowd roars

the lord has returned

This is written for Lionel Messi’s return to the Barcelona side against Getafe in the Copa del Ray. He scored 2 goals after coming in at around 60 minutes and took his side to a 4-0 victory.

Dhoom :3

Dhoom 3 is the latest multi-starrer I reluctantly decided to watch, only on account of using a couple movie ticket voucher which I had won. Starring Aamir Khan, Abhishek Bachan, Uday Chopra, Katrina Kaif and Jackie Shroff, this film has broken various Box Office records in such a short span of time. So yes, I will tell you why this film has to earn that much credit.

I would like to begin with the actors chosen for the roles, or should I say role, as there is only a single role in the film which changes hands in every part of this movie series, and this time it is played by Aamir Khan. It is told that Uday and Abhishek have got in through management quota, and I would agree. Playing a double role (I’m acting as a spoiler here, but I reckon you’ve seen the film), Aamir does very well, and his title of being the Perfectionist is again kept alive.

And what can I say about the best cops of India?! Nothing, absolutely nothing! A single word cannot be used to describe them and their heroics. They are the best part of the film and I enjoyed their presence on the screen as it gave me time to jot down points to add in this piece.

Lastly, the lady who cannot be called as the heroine of the film (unless you consider the person who loves the hero to be a heroine), comes in just for the circus acts and a little bit of Bollywood drama and Yash Chopra love and in that, she looks good, yeah, that’s about it. To add a point, Katrina’s every role involves seducing something, be it a Slice bottle, or the hero of a film.

I apologize for this uncanny outburst of mine, and I guess I must move on to the best part of the film: originality! This completely fills the film, and is seen in every shot, from the fight scenes of The Dark Knight, to the suspense of The Prestige and the work interface similar to Jarvis of Iron Man. Everything is originally copied and has never been seen in a Bollywood film before. So kudos to you for finding some more Hollywood films which are worth copying.

Then comes the creativity of the writers of the film. Now some of you will be wondering if I’m in my right senses, but yeah, I haven’t lost my mind!

Could you have thought to make a flamboyant entry in an auto rickshaw in the slums of Mumbai and then be called to California?

No!

Could you have thought to use a rod set at an angle in a rickshaw to combat a gang of goons?

No!

Could you have thought of sending a cop on duty to USA with blue goggles and the absence of knowledge of the English language?

No!

That is the real creativity of the film, and it is only thought off by the writer, or maybe the director. Another instance of the writer’s creativity is the usage of dialogues to personify the buzzing of a pair of troublesome mosquitoes in the ears. I would like to make these 2 give the viewers a standing ovation for going through 3 hours of their nonsense.

Now I would like to make some special mentions in the story which made my experience enjoyable. I’ll start with the inclusion of Jai Dixit and Ali Akbar, without whom the film never would’ve been completed. These Super cops have also mastered the skills of disguising themselves, and they dressed up so inconspicuously as Captain Jack Sparrow and a tramp, who didn’t have money to buy food, though he had enough to enjoy all the rides in an amusement park.

The resources spent in catching the thief was a bit too much as all Aamir store was a small bag pack. That shouldn’t have worried the California Police, not that much at least to bring in the Indian Police.

So, the story starts and ends with the same person, and I guess he was a better villain than Aamir Khan- Anderson, the bank manager. He is an immortal being, and if not, then he had used an anti-aging potion or cream to stay young old. Aamir transforms to a man from a child, and so does his twin, but this man does not get a single wrinkle on his face.

Last, the trains used in the city are the same in 1970 and also in the present day! The Congress has done more than that in their current term I must say!

I also have some questions to ask the Director as to why he did the horrible wonderful things which made me ask, “What is this?”

1.      What material are knives made off? It must be similar to that of a material which can break glass easily, or else you wouldn’t have had the rickshaw go on 2 wheels and then fall back and continue to ram the goons. I would love to do some research on that material for you!

2.      Why were these 2 smart cops sent there? Don’t tell me that a major bank robbery is not a Federal offence and the FBI did not come in. Please don’t. For your next part, I would like to suggest the inclusion of ACP Pradyuman and his right hand rule rather than these 2 idiots who can’t talk a single word of sense.

3.      Is Abhishek a wizard? He can surely apparate (without flinching) as he shows at the start when he jumps forward from a bike, hits a goon and again falls where he had started. The viewers do have at least that much (ittu sa) logic in their brains to understand the improbability of that dumb stunt. -_-

4.      Which SWAT team in the world goes to catch bank robbers with Glock 9 mms, and that too without gas masks? I guess the team would have been taken there by Jai and Ali.

5.      Does the California Police employ people without brains because they didn’t get the idea of using helicopters until Jai suggested it?

A story without morals is the worst thing there is, but here there are some morals learnt.

1.      A girl has been known to destroy friendships, but now that goes to brotherhood as well.

Free tip: Remain single and always support your brother.

2.      If you are a thief and the Indian Police is behind you, there is no point in using measures to hold them back. However fast you run, and whatever may you force upon them, they will never allow you to get a headstart.

Free tip: Enjoy a hearty meal and then start running; it may be your last meal!

3.      If you start dancing, unknown people will know all your steps.

Free tip: Try this in your city.

4.      You will always be caught by the Police, and there exists no such thing as the perfect crime. A suggestion here: instead of killing the villain, please kill the cops, especially Ali.

I don’t know how the film managed to earn that much money, but somehow it did. The chases, stunts and the circus acts are good and so is Aamir as the Joker Clown. But the best was the bike. If there exists one like it, then I need it. I’ll wait for it till next year though, I need my driving license anyways to use it and that will come later this year.

Verdict: 2.5*/5

1 out of the above is for the bike, and for reducing the senseless dialogues of Ali and for not including an excess of songs.

Let us all give Uday Chopra a Guard of Honor and a round of applause for finally understanding the fact that he cannot act.

That’s enough sarcasm, eh? But yes, this is the most original, creative and imaginative story I have ever seen.

PS: People telling me that Krish 3 was better than this, I say that you are seriously drunk. Both these films have shown that Bollywood cannot think by itself, and it shall forever remain in the shadow of Hollywood, and even the South Indian films.

PPS: I have not put in a single link in the whole review as I usually do, so I’m sorry. This is another review of the same film, and I personally enjoyed it. Do read it by clicking here. Adithya, this was worth sharing.

PPPS: I have made some errors in the post, and I apologize for that. Rather than changing them, I hope that the next film I review grips me such that I can remember all the facts correctly. :P