Is it a downfall?

These days the most hot topic is corruption but i ensure you that i won't be taking you through that whole shit of talking again.
But what really is bothering me the level of degradation Indian cinema has fallen into. People are out of ideas and in that context are making the remakes of the south or the oldies.
Where some look at these remakes as the comparison, as it was in the case of the DON, where both the so called shenshah and the badshah of the industry came to face to face. But the result was as expected neither the movie make it to the top nor the actor and in fact the later had to came in the public to accept that he's nothing in comparison to the SHENHSHAH.
Similarly, the remakes of the south hits like Ready,Singham,Bhool Bhulaiya,Wanted and many more that i have forgotten and many are going to hit the screens soon. Even HAHK is also a remake of the south film.
I don't know why this is going on like this can't they generate a story of their own to carry forward rather than sticking to the remakes of the oldies or south hits.
But since it is not that all are Anu Malik in this industry their are some who like to compose something of their own and such is the example of the young talent that is coming in the upfront of the silver screen.
Bejoy Nambiar,Abhinay Deo,Luv Ranjan are the directors who have come up with the movies like Shaitan, Delhi Belly, PKP respectively.
So the people have the ideas its just that they need some one to believe them.
After watching delhi Belly even now I can think that one day I'll be sitting in PVR to watch Indian Pie series like its contemporary American.
Lets hope to see some phadu pictures this year yet there has been pnlu three that have left any impact and all the three were fresh scripts in the sense were not copied.

a letter to FRIEND

Dear FRIEND,

I am fine here and expect same about you. This place is really nice. People out here are helping and food is excellent only IDLIS and DOSA my favorite.

Uuf, what a relief a thought makes in your mind when you think about this day when you'll have your 1st pay in hand. It feels like if someone didn't stop me, I think I'll buy this world out. No more asking for pocket money. No more strike for a raise.

Just a minute that means No more bunks. No canteen. No eve-teasing. NOTHING!

Same boring schedule as my FATHER. Shit! I didn't ask for this boring day-2-day routine. Hell! I am aging! Noooo!!!!

Going to miss you there. You were my pal cum my brother. I know how hard it was for you. It would have been really tough for you to tell that an ugly, fat and non-stop talking piece of shit is your friend; no I am not talking about Martin Lawrence. I know things have been tragic with me, even more than what it was with YOUSUF KHAN. You name one and I have been through it. It takes hours to think about it and minutes to happen with me. I was really a pain in your BRILLIANT ASS. And The ALMIGHTY knows that you have to suffer with me a lot.

It was hard to imagine a life without you. As days passed I became more possessive about you. I wanted to be around you and expected the same with you. I told you everything whether you did or did not. I see a girl I told you. I loved one I told you. I cried for her when She left I told you. I tried to kill myself I told you. In short there were no secrets between you and me. I was happy with my part.

It all happened really fast. We met each other and teacher asked you to give me your notes. We exchanged notebooks for homework and then tiffin. You cried every time while eating those mirchi-parnthas of mine and laughed while eating your sandwiches. We used to run the whole ground to have the bite of those John sir samosas and were so desperate that might even kill each other for that (in fact sometime snatched from the mouth of others). Bunked all classes and sat on that tanki or sophia wall. It was fun. You were there to help me out every time. Whether it was the day when the ball was in SOPHIA or the day when the girl from sophia in my heart or the day when cute girl from somewhere came and became my heart-beat every time you were there. I was like KRISHNA and SUDAMA. Brilliant and Duffer. In short we were destined to meet each other even scientifically as the Physicists (Not DOGA), "Different poles attract each other".

But then what happened that changed you suddenly. Why suddenly someone you met yesterday has replaced me. Why it is so that you left me lonely in this world. Now your tragic king doesn't have his problem solver. Ok, I want call you in night to ask you to explain equations. I won’t even call you when I'll be in trouble. I'll cry,cry,cry but won’t make you feel SHY. Please do not leave me alone. Just be there! People knew me because of YOU. No one knew my name. They used to say, “he’s friend of HIM". I had no identity other than that I was your friend. Don’t take my identity from me.

What will happen to me without You? What a tragedy again You will leave me and SHE never looked towards me. She neither looked in my eyes nor felt the warmth of my words. What she did was just left leaving me behind. CRYING! She said I was one hell of an IDIOT but never thought once that she suddenly became someone's life. Why everything has to be said or written? Why can't she understand what I feel for her? I was in Dark. A dead tunnel. And finally I broke. You were busy with someone who was special for you and I didn't bother you.

Suddenly everything changed your priorities, my habits and everything. Life is becoming hell without you. Crying is not helping; Puffing smoke is making me crazy and with every single drop of liquor is tearing apart my soul. I needed you and you were not there. I was addicted to you dependent on you. I knew you'll be there to hold me if I stumbled but you made me looked like a fool when u laughed at me like others did when I fell.

I think it might be because of me as You can't do anything wrong. I lost you because of my mistakes. I'm not smart or capable to be a friend of yours. But I can't help it! All i can do is guarantee you in this world where everything comes with warranty that i will be there and won't leave you alone as your hard earned money did when recession hit the market. Just smile for once when look up to you. Just say aloud u don't feel embarrassed about being my pal. Can’t we again sit together fight over whether India loses it because of SACHIN or DRAVID. Fight over MAN U and ARSENAL. Whether I’ll become smart or not? Sitting again on that tanki and talking about whether that cloud makes a white ELEPHANT or a GOAT.

What else to say. I know you're happy because if wouldn't have been so You would've remembered me. But if this is the sole reason believe me I'm happy too. But if not please forgive me

Yours Once Dearly

FRIEND

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So here I am again with a new blog...
I had started writing in Hindi before for not any reason or there might be one that these days I had been watching RAMAYAN by Ramanand Sagar.
Even I don't why and even don't why I am writing this also, tomorrow is a paper of LS and I don't what LS stands for. But it might be just because my papers are not going well and I am kind of afraid of what's gonna happen next.
This has been always a problem that I have been facing from last 21 years , always lost in the thought of what's gonna happen next....
When I used to be a kid then in this situation I would have gone to my Papa and ask him what to do and He used to answer it in his usual smile do what you think is good for you...
This Question haven't changed in last 21 years and not the answer and not even the expression. I used to think that if I am gonna ask him this again He's going to give me a good beating but then that didn't happened till now. Its not that I want a good one from him now but just that how can he control his emotions like that, for surely I would have given my child a good one and might have turned him down to blue and black for being so confused,but then that's why I am not one till now.
But I think that's why I love my Papa,no not for beating me, for not getting annoyed from my silly ones. I even love him for always smiling,saving me from my Mom. Ugh I think the list goes endless, but i think i might one day hate him for still treating me like a kid and loving Raghav(he's my nephew) more than me.
I still remember when I was a kid he once said to me that always smile because people wants to be around the one who smile not crying, and promise me you wont cry again. But I broke that when I fall from a bicycle, when i lost a match, when I a girl refused to talk to me and When my dear Grandma left her body. Ok I cried when someone said that I might get expelled, when Nishant beaten me, When Rubin forgot my birthday and even when I was beating hell out of a boy, but I was kid then. But I think He never cried except when He felt alone when his mother went away in the sky to become a star because I found his pillow being wet and eyes swollen and my Mom confirmed.
I had been really a kid whom he loved a lot, first I thought might be because "Pundits" told that I wont live for longer due to some dasha. But they given him the Remedy.... yes the red colour in which u people might find me today and He used to dress me completely red and now its hard to imagine for me. But then even after I have been troubling him for last 21 yrs 80 days 5 hrs 43 min and some hell of seconds he is still loving me.
I remember a instance in which I could have get some spanking from him.....
It was once when I bragged that my Papa is really frank and I can talk to him on any matter and suddenly a Friend asked me to ask him about how to propose(that's the kind of friends I have always ready to see me dead). I said that's simple, straight froward to my home but He was not there for God's sake(that's what my Mom said to me when I told her the reason for being home early). She doubted of Black magic on me because its just asking Bush how much he loves Saddam or Israel. But as I had to ask a question so it has to happen "Aakhir izzat ka sawaal tha". So I went to him in the night when He was listening to some Kishore's music, He's relaxing and here I was with a big problem that how should I propose. So I fired it. Close your mouths I said it a round way, I said "Papa aapko pata hai mera ek dost ek ladki ko propose karne jaa raha hai? " My mom was shocked as I might have told Tomorrow is a Doomsday. But for a time both of us were looking to Him for his reply. He said "Ladka hai to ladki ko hi propose karega.."
I thought that's great He's in a jolly mood and even if I had ask him to give his Ray Ban he could have handed those to me but as you know I am not that smart. So it was...
Me: par wo dusri cast ki hai...
Papa: tuje kya karna hai..
Me:(To propose to me hi karne wala hun) Nahi magar aise kaise koi ladki ko propose kar dega wo bhi OTHER CAST...
Papa: Tu apna kaam kar na..(a bit loud)
Me: Papa batao na kahin agar me hota to..
And this changed my Mom's expression as I might have Questioned the Existence of her Deity.
My heart sank down I thought people fall in pit but I have Jumped in Gulf.
But then His usual smile and said ,"Wohi karna jo tuje sahi lage"...

I was so relief I tell you. It was a same feeling like what Pakistanis might have felt after a war with INDIA.
Bach gaye...

But to be frank Papa's rabbit hearted son did that after 4 years...
Yes, I said it to a girl...
And the reply was...
NO.
No No she didn't say no but she didn't even said YES. yes it was no reply.
And I am waiting for that reply still its been more than a year now.

But now I am afraid. What if she said no or what if she even didn't recognise me. I hate STD love. It should always be local.
But I am ready if she said no. I am gonna hand her a Copy and ask her to write.
Q: Why you said NO. Explain? 100 marks.
And please I don't want you to fail....
Waiting for your reply..


Just wait a minute I think I have written a lot and if had written that much in my paper I might have scored some extras...
And not to face such situation again I'll take a leave on this note and please wish me a luck....