Dil Dhadakne Do : First world problems, solutions from the heart!

* * * In a country of modest means yet one of the largest number of millionaires, while the aspiration value of the lifestyle of the rich might be high, yet (or maybe hence) it is one of the easiest targets to make fun of. Hence a movie which deals with a dysfunctional family of

Badlapur: Revenge served cold, a bit too cold. ( * * * )

* * * There are movies which are downright stupid, catering to the basest of your sensibilities; there are movies that are genuinely intelligent and drive home the point in most clever and delightful ways, and then there are movies that are designed to make you believe that they are intelligent when they might not

Tevar: Atrocity, not Attitude

*1/2 So the right wing felt offended by pk and called for a ban. Keeping aside the violent nature of those protests, I have a similar desire each time I come across such banalities which Bollywood tries to pass off as ‘masala’, ‘paisa-vasool’ etc. My sentiments get badly hurt – those of rationality and self-respect,

खिड़की

मेरी खिड़की के बाहर एक बेचैन सा सागर रहता है क्षितिज से भी दूर तक, ऊंचाइयों एवं गहराइयों में लहराता हुआ सा वो कुछ यूँ बहता है मानो मंजिल का पता ही नहीं, न ही जानने की परवाह है बस इस अनर्गल से कलह में घुले हुए रोष को, बेबस होकर कुछ यूँ सहता है कि दसो

बारिश

ना ही रिमझिम सी , ना ही घनघोर सी एक खामोश से एहसास सी मखमली बूंदों की चादर सी खामोशियों में ही सब कुछ कह जाने वाली  … आज कुछ अलग सी है ये बारिश … कहीं छुपा के रखी हुई यादों को जगाने वाली सहमी सी , घबरायी सी खुल के बरसने से शर्मायी सी

Country and the Countryside : Europe Diaries 3

14th September, 1030 hrs. Last station was called Ameins, and the train is breezing through the beautiful fields, forests and villages. With the comfortable seats, footrest and the wide window pane, the views outside seem like a beautiful painting. Even the villages have a self-assured air of perfection, with ordered houses in similar color and

The International Weekend: Europe Diaries 2

G**ndu, ‘M**d*rch*d, ‘Mera l***da Ch**s’ – the beautiful girl from the International club came and said to me. It took me a moment to decipher given the accent, and all I could say was, what! She giggled. (I am starting to like it, the French giggle) It is midnight, I am sitting in the compact

Foreign : First Brush (Europe Diaries I)

Once again, I am sitting on a railway station, waiting for a train. Just that this time it is not Kanpur or Delhi, but a station called Lille Flanders. Yes, it is a great feeling- just to think of my location – Lille, a small city in the Northern France, in Europe. I can almost

अक्सर देखा है …

रात को सुबह में ढलते तो अक्सर देखा है पर नहीं मिला  कभी वो लम्हा जब रात का वो  स्याह अँधेरा चुपके से कुछ  रंग बदल के एक पल में यूँ ही अनायास सा जाने को व्याकुल बदहवास सा रंगों के सागर में गुम सा जाता है रोशनी के अतिरेक से लज्जित दबे पाँव आहिस्ता कहीं छुप सा जाता