Saturday, January 24, 2009

Chandni Chowk to China - A review


Hyped and the most awaited movie of the season, though it falls way below my expectations the movie was funny if I say it is in the sense when someone is tickling you unawares when you asked them to tell you a joke. If you’re laughing at some scene in this movie it is against your reason and will and sometimes quite an intellectual abuse.

The movie had everything: a great cast, a great story, great dialogues even with big international banners backing them up but then when the director mixed them all up all these ingredients it wasn’t something we all expected.

The movie lacked a consistent screenplay for starters. The narration was bland, and there were just so many goofy errors which do not add up in the consequence of events. We are given the chance to shout “Oh it’s a miracle”. The story-telling lacked substance; the goofiness overtook and almost completely defeated the much necessary serious undertones in the movie, where it lost much of its definition as an adventure, which is what we expect from the title.

The story is about the journey of a superstitious, stupid and rather naive vegetable cutter born and bought up in Chandni Chowk to China fooled into believing that he is destined to be a great fighter to avenge the people of a certain village which is being controlled by a brutal tyrant, who is so skilled that he could kill a man with the spin of a hat. He loses his uncle in an encounter with the enemy and finally avenges his own loss in the end.

You’d think Sidhu (Akshay Kumar), the man, would dramatically be transformed to this great warrior, seething with anger to avenge his dead uncle, who brought him up when he had no parents, but No!. The reeling scenes of his childhood portraying the love of his dear uncle and the parting, never end in equal vengeance in the climax, it always fizzles out into something funny and non sequitur. The character betrays his own emotions, for all I know the loss of his uncle was to be the defining moment of change or transformation but it so portrayed here that it’s almost similar to laughing in the funeral of someone you love. Akshay Kumar is the only thing in the movie which was brilliant; he’s the man who had it going on even though the director, Nikhil Advani successfully stripped his character from all possible genuine emotion. The performance of this movie owes it completely to man who winged it.

Deepika’s acting was tolerable and just enough to fit in, as in she was able to keep her twin characters different and consistent. Her martial art sequences were neither as long nor are as they are hyped to be. The family drama weaved into the primary story does not fulfill its purpose, its one of those simple add-ons you have to fill in the story so that it wouldn’t look totally empty, the effort of course had vague results.

So, finally if you want to be baffled, point at something and laugh even if you don’t know why, or just laugh out loud since you hadn’t done it for a long time, or if you wanna watch the Great Wall of China from a great height then I’d recommend this movie.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Pink Dreams



Whispering your name into the pillows
She's still dreaming; up in the clouds
Walkin' in thin air, thinkin' she's flying
With wings frail as a butterfly's.
Her own wit still denying

She saw an angel and that was you
Love was but a naked night's ecstasy
A sweaty dream drenched in beads of passion
Of two souls that craved for intimacy

Can't go to that corner of my heart
Memories still hangin on the walls
Clinging to every piece of you
Gotta lock the room And throw away the key

Changing faces, broken threads
Then you heard something crush and saw someone rush
Maybe twas a heart, maybe it was me
Time to wear those wings
Cuz this emptiness now stings

On your shoulder,my tears have drained
You hugged me close till my fears subsided.
Close your fingers into mine and never let go
Hold me tight, hear my soul bellow

Cant see the sun rise on our night
So rock me to sleep, before you take your flight
To wake up in the dream again,
Where these memories will my slumber efface
And I open my eyes to see your beautiful face

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Of Lure and Despair

She was a flower so fair
Of forests wild and sparkling rivers
Of warm sunlight and morning dew
Of tress so old and young and new
Dancing with the wind among the bees
Telling her stories of twigs and wild honey,

And one day there came along the Prince of the Castle
Twas but a glance that a spell bound
She cared not the bees nor the whispering trees
Alas! a fleeting glance thou carest not, oh charming Prince.
And thus she said to the eastwind, that blew in haste
Blow my scent till thou woo my prince to me
So blew the eastwind, till the Prince said;
"Tis so sweet the wind sayest
Where art this scent from whither it comest"

Till he saw a flower dressed in dew afresh
And he bent low to take a breath
Closed his eyes as to drain the sweet
And her senses thus his caress defeat
Quick as he came, she saw him leave
Even as she held high her heave
With eyes still closed to reminisce

And she loved him so!
Thou art but a flower fair
Sang the forest in frowning despair
Yet she prayed to the magical dew
To turn her into a damsel for as long as the night's new.

And so she left the wild, a dame
To seek the Prince Of pleasing ways she so well knew
Learnt them she as a flower since
She spokest thus of charming things,
Oh with a gentle ease.
She sang a song of lover's paradise
Thou art but a flower fair
With a hundred hearts that shouted high
Tell thou truth the time is nigh
Thou art but the flower fair

The secret she held fast but her eyes did betray
Oh my love I want you, pray
Pardon thou my fears that my heart's in woe
Withereth now in mine own delight
Your ignorance of my guise.
As I did so, I canst look now into thine eyes

He doesnt know, He doesnt know
Oh the eastwind will you tell him so
But no, not this hour nor this day
Lest he draw apart and thus I fade
Alas, she is but the flower fair.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Four seasons

Floating in the wind and flying with the wings,
Being alive and just breathing,
A fleeting glance and a burning stare
Pain and rapture
What that's dead and thats dying
Will you like who you wanna be
When you are there, is that the place?
Swinging between reflections and reality
Lost in the ripples of an evanescent eternity

Inspired by thoughts on alternate universes

Its like a circle, it looks the same whichever way you look at it. Its like you turn it to get to the other point you have to leave the place you are in. I wanted to be lot of things like Director of movies, writer, own a huge company, investor, actor, singer, dancer ( This one i never wanted to make it commercial even if i do make it big there), a surgeon, journalist.

Of all these things I could have never given my best if I had been two things at the same time. I see you reach a point in genius where you see life from a whole new perspective. You see that all you ever did and have was a collective work and the only thing that mattered the whole way down was only your choice.Its like a journey to a place you know very well, but have never been to and it is as you want it to be as long as you are willing travel. It was given to you, earned it or created it or strived for it whatever it may be called, it was consistent choice by faith or hope or will. So, choice may be the most toughest thing to do on earth. Nothing more, nothing even more.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Incomplete

I know whats rational, reasonable, I can't get to rest my feelings still.
May be if she lived my life, she would have lived it well.
I hated him passionately for creating me the way I am.
I dont know when I'll be done. I dont know when I should stop.
I see i've come to numbness
Pardon me if I 've sold my soul to something else. I'm drained of will and strength to choose.
I cant want what you give. I cant not want what I want.
I could be useful if u just consider. if you just saw or cared. if u were ever there and not just stare. I bled but have not fled. I still am.
I know you want nothing to do with me.
I know I walked away
I know I have this hell to cross on my way back.
I dont why I cant move why I fall over and over again

Monday, October 22, 2007

A something

All inanimate things in life are programmed, a wall withstands force, steam heats, feather falls, they are programmed and their actions are definite to a predictable degree. But they control us, our stimuli, our chemical balance, smell, taste, but how I act on what I see is left to me, the domain is created. Free will as something opposed to having one choice is rather a choice out of two or four, there's is always something good, right, a higher will, a direction, hazy but always there.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

A silent sublime answer

Who am I ? There are days when you wanna know the answer and days when you're somehow convinced that you know enough about who you are (what you don't know cant hurt you right?).
Would it kill you to find out? No!. Nevertheless something in your head aligns to a calmer and peaceful perspective, you stop asking,you stop seeking, you stop nailing the abstract to a visible wall , you find things which you never found before, you see the what and why and how dissolve into thin air, you wonder why you had to stop and ask questions about something which was always there, something which you already knew. I know its not gonna stay long, as soon as things get messy and out of control, all the calm disappears. I'm not in the know anymore and am seeking again desperately.