Zindagi na Milegi Doobara...

Zindagi na milegi Dobara...

I am not an idiot who will be writing blog in the late night basically its really late its 1:15 AM to give an review about the movie.

But I dare to take this title from a movie for my blog and Mr.Akhtar I am just borrowing it...

What happened suddenly is that this title has asked me to think over. Life is good as they say Have a job, proud parents, noble friends then what else do you need. I have it all but still that happiness is missing from the life.

There is something that has been haunting me now from last 3 years. Why it always happens to me? This Question that I always put to myself after I lose but never been able to answer or I think it’s just that I don't want to accept that answer.

It has always been my fault and I had always been afraid to accept it. Don't know will ever be able to do so or as usual sit in the corner and say it to myself "It was my damn destiny"...

From now on no more blame on the destiny because it was never, it was me who made wrong choices and fall into this trap.

Whether it may be Ms V or Ms M it was always my fault. How can you go to someone's house to gift her CHOCOLATE and damn how could I, a person with ugly face round belly could even dream of being accepted by her. And that also when she has an boyfriend, who said it matters if he's your pal. Wrong CHOICE!!!!

Years past and that ugly fat round ass thought he's luck might change but yet he forgets that he makes a wrong choice...

This time Ms V was replaced by Ms.M but the story didn't change.

But I always wanted to ask these far more beautiful, intelligent and mature girls that if you people had these qualities then how could you ask your boyfriend to threaten me or how could you end up making fun of me in front of your friends.

Was saying NO is that difficult. I don’t think so.

What was there that you had to prove? What was there in ur mind when you were making a fun of simple innocent idiot lame, whatever I was?

"I don't believe in LOVE MARRIAGE..." you said this when I told you what I felt about you. What know the PAPA's BETI has changed her morals or rewritten the pact that she promised herself to follow always?

I don't know what will happen in the future but If it’s all about loving a person who is wealthier and wise then you then I think you had your moment and again I MADE THE WRONG CHOICE..

Hope the words one day reach to you as I wanted to say it for a long time now but said it now as "Zindagi Na Milegi Doobara".

P.S. I love YOU!!!(NOT YOU LADIES AND THIS TIME I HAS SAID QUITE SIMPLE RATHER THEN JALEBI TYPE'S THAT YOU COMPLAINS)...

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