OH No, Yet Again

Look Mom, What I have found, the child ran into the house showing his prized possession to all his family members. His mom screamed at the alto of her voice. Put that plastic bomb down, right now. Don't you remember, your elder brother has torn his two pairs of pajamas playing with these stupid things. Your daddy cannot afford another pair of pajamas in the mid of the month.
I wish these little devils in the forms of IEDs and other forms of detonators would have been as harmless as apparent in the above story. Sadly, they aren't. They are destructive enough not to just shatter the bones and splash the blood and flash but they also posses an innate quality of spoiling millions of happy dreams. The news flash may have reported the death toll as just 20 and keep repeating about the same old crap that we have been bored off. Yes, you are bang on!!  the so called spirit of the human race to get back to its usual routine.  However, what these greasy palms of TV channels failed to touch upon is that each number which is reported as a casualty leaves hundreds of lives changed forever.
No marches, no political assurances can alleviate their grief. Ask a teenager who has lost his old buddy with whom he used to share each and every detail of his life. They started they kindergarten together, they shared their water bottles, lunch boxes, common interests and sometimes common crush too. Ask a fiancee whose would-be better half had promised her a life full of dreams. Ask a teacher whose years of hard work has been invested in creating a good human being. However, dare not ask a mother about her perennial loss.
Each time such situation occurs, we dial a few numbers and once we find all our acquaintances safe and secure, we get back to business-as-usual. I am not sure, what can be done and must be done but such re-occurrences make each of us feel impotent and question each value and virtue that we have been inculcated with.
The bitter icing on the already gross cake of democracy is that each Indian know that justice is not something that they can really hope for. However, all we can do is to pray for the souls of those ill-fated who unwillingly killed the bucket and left home never to come back. I Wish getting them back had been as easy as ordering a new pair of pajamas.

Bhaag Bhaag: Belly Belly Nice

Before I even usher a single word about your movie, Khan Saheb, Please take a bow, yeah that's right, you can bend even further and further. You have every right to claim the kind of adulation and praise flowing your way as you have created another cult movie. Great film makers strive to create a single epic in their life time and you have the distinct qualification of being part of many such cult movies. Be it Qyamat se Qyamat Tak, Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander, Rang De Basanti and to top it all Lagan.
However, today we are once again amazed by your ability to surprise and entertain the audience. As a producer, you had taken the biggest risk by asking the families to not come together for this movie. You have even taken the pain to ask for an Adult certificate for your movie. By doing so, you certainly have beleaguered yourself from the masses. However, at the same time, you have shown that your sense of insecurity is buried deep down somewhere in the pacific ocean and there doesn't seems even an iota of chance for it to resurface. Even the biggest superstars of our times aren't able to overcome their feeling of insecurity and repeat their masterpieces zillion times again, just to make sure their balance sheet doesn't bad at the end of the day.
Delhi Belly, right from the word go, enthralls the viewer and asks him to shade away all his darkest fears and be part of protagonist's suffering. The script is definitely not new and we have seen lots of mayhem scenes where everyone is running around to grab a piece of cake. However, this time around, each scene in Delhi Belly grasps viewer's attention to such an extent that the viewer completely forgets about the next scene and remains oblivious to the main plot or cause of the chaos.
Each dialogue is not delivered just for the sake of it but thrown away like a shrewd pugilist's punch and knocks down the viewers, laughing. The movie moves at such a neck breaking pace that it leaves no scope for the songs itself. However, I doubt even the ardent music fans will complain about the absence of songs as the insanity of the movie makes up for it.
On a scale of 1 to 5, movie certainly deserves 5 and a half stars. An extra half is solely because of I being partial towards my favorite, Amir Khan. He appears in the song at the end of the movie. His Mithun da antics and Anil kapoors beary (hairy) chest adds another burst of laughter to the already laughter filled movie hall. Amir Khan has done justice to the negative roles as well and his ghost-direction is evident in many a such scenes. The background characters, who has nothing to do with the scene, are appropriately placed and has played their part to perfection. For ex- When the burqua-clad man enters a stranger's toilet and the entire house is filled with the sound and the scent of his wrong-doings, the house owner's face expressions try to disown the sounds of farts and plead for their innocence. There are many more such scenes which makes this movie a far more than just another movie.
If I am not wrong, decades from now, this movie will be treated as a cult and will hold a special place in our hearts like Andaaz Apna Apna does. However, this time around, even the timing is also perfect which Rajkumar Santoshi failed to realize and made a movie much ahead of its time.
Oh, teri tirchhi najar ne dil ko kar diya pancher!!