Gosh, who knew that my post from a few weeks ago would come to bite me in the ass!!!

That Sushant Singh Rajput would do a volte-face and basically, not practice what he preached in Chhichhore, has hit so many fans hard in the gut, me included. 😒 But then, if you go back to what I wrote, I said that the brightest of minds have trouble operating beyond the confines of a book’s covers.

SSR was a genius! I can bet my bottom dollar the collective IQ of Bollywood would never be able to rival his alone.

If you can crack thisπŸ‘‡, I’ll doff my hat to you:

The poor lad just made some bad choices. Of choosing a glitzy, no-brainer sort of an industry over a mundane, but respectable, one. He was way too good for the dumbed-down place that Bollywood is!

I still don’t know if the Monarchs of Nepotism snuffed out his life prematurely. There’s ‘barely human‘ Sallu Miyan on one side, and ‘barely man‘ KJo πŸ˜‚ on the other. There’s also Pervy Pervertson Butt (daddy to Alia and sugar-daddy to other girls her age which includes his sidekick, the mutt, Rhea ChakraBARKtyπŸ•)

Whatever it is, karma is a rabid bitch. She knows no mercy. When she gets you, she rips you to pieces. That day may soon come when we have to wish them ‘Rest in pieces’!!!

I really hope Sush is no more ashant wherever he is now. I also hope the dushts realize thisπŸ‘‡


September 6 has turned out to be a red-letter day in my life. The Gods, in all their benevolence, dished out the greatest treasures I could ever receive on this particular date. Also, not forgetting the sheer brilliance that Chhichhore is!

Released on September 6, 2019, Chhichhore is essentially about the trajectory of the lives of Chhe Chhore (6 guys) in Engineering College. How these happy-go-lucky guys with their own set of quirks and limitations fight all odds, by fair means or foul, to shake off that tag of ‘Losers’ the residents of their dorm have been slapped with since time eternity.

Borrowing heavily from the premise of 3 Idiots, this film too, preaches the importance of leading a balanced life as a student, without resorting to anything extreme.

Someone once rightly said that the most brilliant of minds are utter failures beyond the confines of their classrooms and books. The backbenchers, on the other hand, are life’s best students. From their vantage point, they aren’t fettered with blinkers. They observe every nuance of human behaviour, they learn to adapt to circumstances, they learn to push themselves to the front of the queue through the course of life.

Being a mix of both extremes a la yours truly πŸ˜‰ is a bit of an askπŸ˜‚ but as long as you can remember to strike a balance between aptitude and attitude, you’ll do fine.

Adult (e) Rated Romance!

It’s a good thing Bhaag Milkha Bhaag hit the screens when it did. Had its release clashed with that of Shuddh Desi Romance, we’d be scratching our heads as to which legend to be in awe of. Milkha Singh or milKISSing! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Bolting from his own shaadi ka mandap, Sushant Singh Rajput as Raghu is quite the Flying Sikh. But a flying kiss (to the hired baraati he’s lusting for) is something the Emraan Hashmi clone will simply not settle for. πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜† Performing a tonsillectomy on her is more his style. πŸ˜› What follows are a load of chikni chupdi baatein aur kaafi saari suhaani suhaag raatein! πŸ˜‰

Raghu sung Gayatri (named rather aptly for she’s currently on Guy3 :lol:) begin living in (each other). Literally! πŸ˜›

Heck knows why the commitment-phobics decide to stamp their dubious relationship of din mein bhaiyya, raat ko saiyyan πŸ˜† with society’s seal of approval.

Wedding bells ring and jittery pre-wedding balls shrink! πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜† This time though, Gayatri pulls off a Runaway Bride on Raghu, inadvertently giving him a taste of his own medicine.

An aborted wedding once again is mind-bogglingly followed by a tantalizing suhaag raat, this time with Tara! 😯 I was sure Vaani had something up her sleeve and would prove herself to be a Shaani πŸ˜† by cleverly avenging the humiliation he caused her. Instead, she bowled us all a googly. Should I be saying Tara kya maara?

In a nutshell, I thought SDR is an extremely confusing coming-of-age film with equally confused protagonists. It’s a little hard to digest that people who are absolutely certain in their heads that the time-tested formula of marriage ain’t their cup of tea are actually shown to be hankering after the same damned institution, if only to propel the story forward.

I thought the film would be as tantalizing to the senses as Shuddh Desi Ghee. Who knew I was signing up for Shuddh Desi Khichdi? πŸ˜‰

BELOW: This film should have been titled ‘Besharam’!!!

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Kaay Show Che!

A portly gentleman seated next to me in the theater wondered aloud why B-Town was consistently paying tributes only to stories of friendships between men. I was itching to say,

A happy and GAY industry we are πŸ˜‰ hence the abundance of male-bonding flicks- DCH, Rock On!, Dostana, ZMND, SOTY, Kai Po Che πŸ˜†

Anyway, the lights dimmed, the curtains rose and we froze πŸ˜† into statues, the National Anthem playing in the background and all πŸ˜€ I am feeling mighty giddy-headed today πŸ˜€

Kai Po Che…Ah! I should say Kai Show Che! πŸ˜€
Wow! The anthem really is having an effect on my choice of words, linguistic integration and all πŸ˜†

For once, I didn’t see any glossy sets, flashy Armanis, swanky wheels, more layers of facial greasepaint than those of an onion :lol:, women retiring to bed as though they have to attend the Big Fat Indian Wedding in their dreams πŸ˜† OTT overacting…

I saw you and me in Kai Po Che…simple normal people with no pretensions whatsoever, living in matchbox homes that are begging for a fresh coat of paint, surrounded by noisy gullis and dusty maidans…I truly felt at home watching Kai Po Che…pun intended πŸ˜‰

Coming to the performances, Manav/ Ishaan is the the dashing gully cricketer in KPC, so I’ll talk in the language he speaks. I was clean-bowled by his debut act. He’s like those Amol Palekar and Farook Shaikh types. Easy to dismiss off at first glance, but when they get down to doing what they’re supposed to do on screen, you’ll want to worship the ground they walk on!

CHHAKAAs performance πŸ˜› The only googly was his dialogue delivery. It was hard enough following the gibberish he spouted in Pavitra Rishta when he got mad πŸ˜€ He gets mad, A LOT, in Kai Po Che and drove me mad by forcing me to figure out what he just said πŸ˜†

Amit Sadh looks (Seedha) Sadha πŸ˜€ perfect to portray a deferring Omi. But the beguiling debutant pitches in a rocker-of-a-climax and in the end, that’s what matters.

Raj Kumar Yadav must have been the seasoned pro out of the lot. And it shows! Like Midas, whatever he has starred in has turned to gold and Kai Po Che should be no different!

‘REAL’ ….that’s the key word! Everything about KPC is just that! The director has exposed relationships as we know them to be in ‘real’ life- IMPERFECTLY PERFECT!

You’ll find glimpses of temperaments that we love and hate, ambitions we have nursed and destroyed (willingly or unwillingly), disappointments we have suffered and braved, hurt we have died of (at least it seemed like that at first) but then bounced back from, revenge that has consumed us and liberated us …there’s no doctoring and diluting of stuff in KPC to come up with that happy ending.

Kai Po Che is slice-of-life cinema at its best!

A pavitra rishta

So, I have a major problem when titles are inconsistent with the storyline. Like Talaash: The Answer Lies Within…within the Arabian sea, within Aamir’s head, (with) in his pants ;-), where???

Titles like ‘Bade Achche Lagte Hain’ work for meΒ  cuz Ram Kapoor is, well, Bade! With a capital B!!! πŸ˜†

Another Balaji hit, Pavitra Rishta, totally justified its title. The protagonists went through all the eyeball grabbing tricks in the book….an innocent courtship, a high-voltage marriage, a celibate judaai, a happily-ever-after kinda remarriage with the protagonists remaining true to one another despite all the temptations life threw their way.

Moral of the Story: Charitra was Pavitra hence the title was PURRRFECT!

Welcome time leap and Ekta needs to don her thinking cap for a new name. Cuz there’s a character, Arjun, who is DK’s son and a complete D_ _K!

Our testosterone-laden champ courts one of the protagonist’s daughters- Ovi, then falls hard for an “adopted” daughter- Purvi (both girls being unaware upto a certain point of being sisters), then ‘reluctantly’ marries the first and ‘happily’ impregnates her but not before defiling the other and leaving her to fend for herself and a “BIG” stomach in an alien city!!!

All the sanskaars be damned, far too many rishtas here and none pavitra in the least!

I’m okay with these TRP-garnering gimmicks. But I get mighty pissed when scriptwriters credit us viewers with far less intelligence than they ought to. I mean, Purvi has been known to sigh and recoil, blushing furiously, when Arjun accidentally brushes her arm and stuff, and just when we were convinced that her ‘aai’s’ parvarish deserves an A+, the crafty thing leaves home on the pretext of giving her sister and brother-in-law/ex-lover space only to become an ‘aai’ in some other part of the country. Aai La!!! 😯

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