Okay, so check it out! Verona’s transformed into Varana-si :lol:, the Montagues have metamorphosed into the Mishras πŸ˜† and the Capulets into Kashyaps! πŸ˜† Same same akshar, same same swar! What an ‘original’ idea, Tiwary Sir (ji)!!! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

If the man was hoping for success, he’s in luck! Issaq SUCKS (with a capital) S!!! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Not much has changed since his first outing at the movies with Dil Dosti Etc. Issaq too should have come with the suffix. That’d be warning enough! There’s so much happening besides the love story, sub-plots as plentiful and convoluted as the strands of hair on the eccentric Makarand KESHpandey’s head! :lol::lol: πŸ˜†

Maverick Makarand, a sadhu on the Banarasi ghats, is shown to be happily doing ganja. For once I wished he was Ganja! Perhaps then Issaq’s story would be a little more coherent. πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Okay, so there’s Rahul…erm..the desi Romeo, whose name coincidentally starts with an ‘R’ πŸ™„ He ain’t any different from all the Rahuls we’ve seen so far. A quintessential playboy, he’s seen lusting after the saucy EVILyn Sharma πŸ˜› Wait a minute! Wasn’t there a cute Bawi in this movie???

Just as I’m trying to figure this one out, there’s a vampish Paro thrown in my face who appears to have all the carnal desires that Chandramukhi possessed πŸ˜† Had this Paro starred in Devdas, Khan would never have have taken his Jaan! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Anyway, this very-much-married woman has the hots for the devilish Ravi KISSen 😯

No sooner did they unveil the Bhojpuri-spouting rascal, my mind was forced to come to terms with a Naxal! A Mallu Naxalite at that!!! And the more hilarious part is yet to come! He’s called ‘Madrasi’!!!!!! More like ‘MURDERASI’!!!!! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

The Mishras and the Kashyaps are fighting for supremacy over the sand mines, the blood-thirsty Naxal is a bloody swine, Prateik appears to like to two-time, EVILyn has a brain the size of a dime, Paro doesn’t think sleeping with her husband’s relative is a crime, Bachchi looks rather kachchi though she’s doing her level best to shine and the whole damn movie seemed to be such a colossal waste of time! πŸ˜†

A bit about the acting. The tubelight in my living room has been winking at the ceiling fan for the past two days and the latter seems to be spinning more happily than ever before! πŸ˜€ It wouldn’t be wrong to say their chemistry is far more crackling than what the leads in Issaq share! πŸ˜›

Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na, but Prateik undoubtedly is the biggest prateek of bad acting! πŸ˜† Judging by the calibre of performances extracted, I wonder if Manish Tiwary paid him just Rs. 12? πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Amyra is a Garib performer πŸ˜† She pronounced special as ‘Suppesial’ just the way the Northies do. But the Banarasi suddenly did a volte face and turned into the-perfect-English-speaking Parsi! She declares ‘Main Virgin Hoon’ as impeccably as Richard Branson would pronounce the V-word!!! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

At intermission, my friend literally fell to my feet begging ‘Chal let’s khisak!” I happily obliged. I didn’t really care whether Paro would succeed in pulling off a fantastic orgy in the climax πŸ˜› or the desi Romeo and Juliet would defy all odds and live happily ever after. As far as I was concerned, they’d murdered the original star-crossed lovers yet again with their pathetic tribute.

Prateik, Daddy ko zara poochna ki baarah rupaiye mein chudiyaan milti hain ke nahin? :P

Prateik, Daddy ko zara poochna ki baarah rupaiye mein chudiyaan milti hain ke nahin? πŸ˜›


What goes up must come down!

So, the entire nation was celebrating Big B’s 70th. Birthday in a BIGGGGG way. Chhota B(heem) πŸ™‚ came on air and said something about being very humbled that 70 artists from all over the country joined hands to exhibit a painting each on his illustrious father and I remember thinking, β€˜Poor you! You won’t be enjoying this privilege for sure!’ πŸ™‚

I sometimes wonder whether the invincible Big B finds a lump forming in his throat because his son doesn’t receive the same amount of adulation as he still does. I mean, doesn’t every parent wish for bigger and better things to happen to their child?

My father caught me looking pensive and asked what was bothering me. When I told him that Baby’s success would probably be the biggest gift for AB, he said, β€œThat’s life! It’s like a giantwheel. People who are at the top can’t stay put there forever. And those at the bottom can’t always remain there.”

So true, na? There’s Jeetendra, a yesteryear superstar, who must be lamenting why Tusshar’s career hasn’t really taken off. This was the heir who was supposed to eclipse his success, wasn’t he? The progeny of Smita Patil and Raj Babbar turned out to be but a one-film wonder.

At the other end of the spectrum are Babita and Randhir. Absolute duds in their era but whose blue-eyed girls have achieved much more than perhaps any male scion of the Kapoor family has (barring Ranbir, of course!) πŸ˜‰

Rakesh Roshan might have been a miserable failure at the BO, but life wasn’t so cruel! The Gods gifted him an Adonis lookalike, complete with a full head of gorgeous hair and all, unlike him! πŸ˜‰ As if that wasn’t enough, his son could act, sing, dance, jump, fly and has been doing this for the last 12 years and counting!

Nothing needs to be said about Kajol whose mother didn’t taste half the success that she has! And then, there’s Kajol’s husband Ajay Devgn, who shines in every genre, unlike his father, who was forced to shed his ambition of becoming a hero and was restricted to being a mere stunt double.

If success truly skips a generation, Β makes you wonder na what course would Aryan and Suhana’s lives chart? Would Vivek Oberoi’s kids be the next biggest thing to have happened to Bollywood twenty years hence?

Only time will tell!