Like A Boss

I’m back, on track,

As is my knack,

To rhyme, to stack,

Words, with sense, and nonsense,

Oh this got dense,

So put your work on the rack,

But make sure you don’t get the sack.

There came the call, to come of age,

College, they say, but it’s a stage,

For creativity, and quality,

And I’m no sage,

To work without wage,

And don’t try to enrage,

Me, I’m angry, a bit, a lot,

Well that’s something you can’t gauge,

Nor can I.

I’ve been studying, and sleeping,

And walking, and talking,

And yapping, and making,

Fun, laughter, jokes, and rapping,

But not writing,

‘cause the words are missing,

But this rhyme’s coming,

And sense I’m not making,

Yet I’m smiling,

And so are you.

Thoughts flowing constantly,

Incessantly, running through,

I was fumbling, to collect,

Those ideas washing through,

My intellect, but then I had to select,

And neglect, the rest, the bad ones,

Like this one, I picked mistakenly,

And I know, sincerely, that,

This isn’t what you expect,

Days after, seven.

I’ll end here, ‘cause I fear,

You’ll stop reading my blog, dear,

That points near,

‘cause I’m trying a lot to not,

Make sense, don’t sneer, or leer,

Just have a beer, the tabs not on me,

And I know just to innovate,

Like this rap, mere, but I’m no seer,

And I don’t know the future,

So I’m gonna get my gear,

And I’m gonna clear, outta here,

Well I just ended and so did this,

With the three words, magic, not really,

But like a boss.

Rebirth

The clock ticks alone,

As the night falls,

The eyes stitch together,

And darkness gets its prey,

Its prize, the silence,

As the breath steadies,

Holding still, and firm,

Not shallow, nor too deep,

Thoughts transform into dreams,

And the mind rests in the void,

The hole of emptiness,

Till the light breaks through,

And there just remain,

The shadows of the past,

In the new dawn, a new morning,

A new life, a new story,

A new page of life, unfurling,

Blank, but soon colored, vivid,

Away, not forgotten, from,

The previous day, the old life,

Just like being born again,

Rebirth.

I Am Not Weak

There I lay, supine,

In the dark corner,

Not dusty, nor gloomy,

Nor is it a punishment,

As the darkness caresses,

Slowly, steadily, leisurely,

Pulling out the heat,

As the heart beats, fast,

And the breath comes,

In bursts, chest heaving,

The mind reeling, unfocused,

As the limbs push down,

Only to fail, miserably,

As the muscles twinge,

And the bones cringe,

And strength reduces,

Down to a bare minimum,

The body pleading,

To hold still, to not move,

Not exert, not force,

The words to come, flow,

As the whisper destroys, breaks,

Cracks the mirror of silence,

I am not well, but I am not weak.

Lage Raho Shetty Bhai

There is Bollywood, and there are those who copy and do remakes, and earn crores and crores, and there are those sequels which don’t even try to touch their prequels.

“Aata Majhi Satakli!”

These 3 magic words are what I can say to them, and no, not as Yo Yo Honey Singh, who finds himself singing in almost every blockbuster movie, but as Bajirao Singham. With no complete resemblance to Lungi Dance from Chennai Express, this song sizzles with Kareena Kapoor (who is thankfully absent for the majority runtime of the film) and those cute kids who keep shouting out loud those 3 words. Thank God, the audience was allowed to leave the hall at the end to not withstand the torture, cherry seed sitting atop a pastry.

An actress in Rohit Shetty’s films is as useful as Alok Nath in a Chetan Bhagat story, or like logic in Salman Khan’s movies, or like a tune in Honey Singh’s songs. Unlike part 1 where Singham and the ‘I-don’t-know-who’ actress romance and dance and spoil the whole flow of the movie, Kareena is better left away from a majority of the film, as I said before. But whenever she’s on screen, she plays the character she usually does in all her films, a bubbly beautiful babe (well that was for alliteration). Enough said.

But there is 1 person who shall die watching this movie, feeling extremely pained and insulted- Newton. The 3 laws of physics are destroyed by Rohit in all his films, with the cars flying, and the assailants flying, and also the hero flying around, taking down an army of villains with his trusted comrades. There could be just 2 explanations for that. The first being that Rohit Shetty doesn’t know the 3 laws of motion, or the probable one, he detests them just as we do and is doing it to intentionally avenge for the pain caused by Newton.

So in the star cast we have Narendra Modi Anupam Kher, (Sri)xN Pandit Ravishankar Amole Gupte, and Arvind Kejrival, General V.K. Singh played by actors whose names Google couldn’t provide me, and lastly, we have the Bhartiya Janta Lok Party which is fighting against corruption and black money.

Where there is Rohit Shetty, there is humor. With Daya from CID playing a police officer, there is less doubt that maybe the Police Commissioner in the next part would be ACP Pradyuman.

ACP Pradyuman has been repeatedly asking everyone, “Pata lagao yeh Singham ne mera dialogue churaya, toh churaya kaise!”

The dialogue in question is, “Darvaja tod do Daya”, which is used by Singham.

To end, there was a lot of similarity spotted in the movie. No, it wasn’t copied. NO!

The gunfights bear a lot of resemblance to the game we all have played at some time in life, Counter Strike. With bullets racing through the air, the magazines of the pistols do get over, and then the cops, including the havaldars and constables, pick up the dead attackers’ AK-47s and shoot the rest of the goons. Man, that is so Counter Strike-ish.

The absence of numerous songs, a pesky irritating heroine, and the mainstream Bollywood Karan Johar love story drama makes the film an entertainer, and I could seriously say that it did beat the 1^st part in terms of story and action.

PS: Some people sincerely missed in this movie are Gotya, Jayakant Shikre, and Ashok Saraf as head constable Savlekar.