hi ppl... hmmm, i ve selected da first chapter about da female lead to be put up on the net, i have written it in great haste.. but pls do readit n post yr honstcomments abt it...
now, here it s....
She was thinking of the day before as she was brushing, looking at her clear face in the mirror.My god! Nobody can imagine to do things half as crazy as her
Shakthi was a twenty-year-old girl. She was extremely tall, around 5’8’, dark hair, . A lovely structure and a happy face. Anybody who looked at her face could not go without returning a smile. Always there was some kind of happiness or satisfaction in her face, a selfless look at the same time an egoistic arrogance. Difficult to interpret what it was. But nobody could say it was unfriendly. It was inviting. Nobody would find themselves hesitant to talk to her. But kiddish she was, people loved her for that.
.She llooked at the time, 7.20. gosh! When will she ever learn to be in time? She finished her brushing , took bath and got ready in a hurry.She hurried to the station.There were her friends waiting for her.
“ did you watch the latest trailer of the movie?,”
“amazing song”
there was some discussion about some movie going on.But shakthi s mind was not in it.She was very restless.She got into the train.She got down from the train, once she remembered something.Ya, Radhikha was not there. No matter how late she went, she never could leave Radhika and go.
Radhika came panting, “ oops, sorry shak.Late because of me again?’
“of course.I never thought god could ever create someone who is less punctual than me.”
“I am not going to say sorry. I ll come early next day.”
The next train came.they got into it.It started raining.”wow” said shakthi.
The next half an hour, shakthi and radhikha were in their own worlds.Talking and laughing like two crazy girls.They never ran out of topics.That was the beauty of friendship.There is nothing more beautiful in this world than having a real intimate friend, who can identify somethin is wrong with you just by looking at you, who can understand your every move.
They then switched on their radio in high volume and started singing in a high pitch.Radhikha had completely closed her eyes, Shakthi through the corner of her eyes saw, Mr.Ramakrishnan their electronics devices professor in the next station..She hit Radhikha hard on the shoulder.But Radhikha did not seem to notice it at all.Ramakrishnan was staring at them.Shakthi hit radhikha really hard after putting off the radio.Only after the radio was put off did Radhikha ever open her eyes.By the time they had crossed the station.Shakthi was now worried.”hey, we have electronics devices second hour today”said Radhika.
Seeing radhikha frightened, Shakthi got her courage..”don’t worry Radhi,what can he do max. now put your things inside the bag.our stop has come and we are late by 10 mins already to Nuts class.”
“ he wont say anything shak, lets go liesurly.”
“y take risk? Let us take an auto from the station. Already ramakrishnan saw us right?”
Their college, Engineering college of chennai , was a prestigious self financing engineering college of chennai.
Their class advisor, Mr.Natarajan welcomed them heartily.
“hullo madam”(twice to both).
“ do you realize you both are late by fifteen minutes for the third time in the week?”it was Wednesday and all three days they had come late.
“whats wrong with him , today?” whispered radhikha in shakthi’s ears.”shut up” said shakthi and stamped radhika’s foot.
“sir, today the train frequency was very less.So we caught a bus, but the bus broke down.Waited a long time in the bus stop sir, sorry sir. Last two days, I accept it was our fault.We came late, not today sir. Sorry sir.” Said shakthi.She could lie as easily as eating a chewing gum.
Natarajan gave a sly lok, gave a controlled smile and let them in.The next half an hour went blah blah on physics.Radhikha and shakthi from time to time made comments on Nuts shirt(nuts is the nickname given by radhikha to natarajan),is mannerisms and laughed within themselves.Nuts also got drowned into physics that he did not notice these girls.Jeeva their classmate also kept nuts busy by pouring questions non stop.
Shakthi atleast made an attempt to listen to the sophorific lecture from time to time, but Radhika was happily reading a novel underneath.
Shakthi looked at her and realized how much she loved her and how much close they had become in this small span of time.She told herself from time to time, if Radhikha was a guy she would definitely marry her
The bell rang.Nuts kept on continuing the classes.”shit, if he leaves the class late, rama and nuts will meet”, said radhi..
Shakthi just moved her hands towards the ceiling and said”all his work.”
Rama was waiting outside the class.Sometimes it becomes this pathetic.The first hour sir wants to continue classes for 10 mins and the second hour lecturer wants to start classes 10 mins before.They never do get a break in such cases.Nuts saw rama and got down from the dias.He hurried outside.Shakthi and Radhikha realized they need to give their attendance, they rushed outside.By that time, nuts and rama were talking something.
“hello girls.So had fun singing your heart out?”it was Rama.
Rama then narrated the entire incident to Nuts.Nuts looked at them both and gave a harsh look and said”come and meet me in the lunch,”
The other classes were uneventful with assignments and boring lectures.
Lunch break came and they both went to the class after all the enquires their classmates had done.
Nuts was about to open his lunch box when the two girls came in.
“hmmm. Been hearing a lot about you two girls.So what was that song you two girls could not resist singing?”
The two girls kept quiet.
“anyways, I just called you to create an impression that I was being strict with you people.Here after plan to do something mishchievous, please don’t do it such that other staff see it.”
The two girls looked at each other and they could not stop smiling.
“Great. I was more fun in my college days. Don’t ever miss this fun in life.You will never get it back in life.”
“sure sir”, they both said in chorus.They sped to class laughing all the way.lunch period and the other three hours went on as usual.Radhika finished her book, got caught once.Shakthi again managed by puttin the book she lent 4m library.
The last hour was over and Radhika had to go by bus cause she had to go attend a wedding.Shakthi got into the train as usual.
The train came to a halt; shakthi realized that her stop had come. She had been in her own world during the train journey.
As soon as she got down, it began to rain heavily. Shakthi was so happy, she got a chance to get drenched.
But, oh my god, father had put the umbrella into the bag in the morning, she said to herself.
But I will get drenched, what is he going to do, after all scold me. The rain was too heavy, but she went singing to herself and smiling to herself. Suddenly she realized that there were people around her. She tried to hide her smile, but it really didn’t work out.
Her dress was sticking to her, but still she didn’t care about it. It was she and the rain and she really wanted to enjoy the rain. Anything should be experienced at least once. She laughed at herself and she went on.
The raindrops were slowly coming to her forehead and erasing her bindi. A car was parked on the side of the road; she looked at its window and erased her bindi fully.
Then she started walking again. When she reached the corner of the street, she opened her umbrella and began walking again. She never realized that people around her were staring at her. She was in her own world.
Once she was home, her mom and dad fussed around her trying to dry her.Her mobile rang and she got into her room and closed it from behind.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
wow.. grt feelin, got my blog back..
4 some time i believed that my blog got deleted.. now its back n i cant feel more happy.. not much activity in my life, books, music, movies , project..
was trying 2 read hp, 2 know wt was so fascinating.. long back had read da first book n had stopped half way.. read da 2nd n 3rd.. scond was good, but third was jus ok...amazing imagination..
read tis book one night @ da call center.. it touched me so much. i am just the priyanka in da book except for three diferences,1. i dont work in a call center
2. i dont drink
3. i dont have a boy friend..
it is like v v true.. its true all girls love der mom, but the continous scolding makes us doubt ourself and v start asking our close friends if v really are tat bad.. in that situation v come accross a guy who flatters us beyond limits, its true we find it hard 2 resist..hmm.. da book made me think abt DA DARK SIDE OF ME..all da bad things tat ve happened to me..n all.. i could relate many things.. esp, priyanka is just me.. how my feelings were beautifully expressed made me close to tears at a point..
but i could not find much difference between five point someone and this..hari is just like sham , shallow guy, doesn think much, thinks he is a looser, loves and adores his girl friend ...
priyanka is diff from neha, but both r gutsy emotional girls....
but a book which held me in rapt attention 4 4 hrs,, read it continously after a long time.. da book has a beautiful msg 2 convey too...
our mind is an ocean, it can think too many things,, and i feel its possible 2 write a book on wt goes in my mind 4 an hr,, one night s jus like that,, da entire book is about wt all happens 2 6 ppl in a night..
but i feel its a v discouraging book,, it makes us think abt dark sides..but to be a best seller, a book has to focus on dark side.. tat s wat i observed among all books i ve read..
was trying 2 read hp, 2 know wt was so fascinating.. long back had read da first book n had stopped half way.. read da 2nd n 3rd.. scond was good, but third was jus ok...amazing imagination..
read tis book one night @ da call center.. it touched me so much. i am just the priyanka in da book except for three diferences,1. i dont work in a call center
2. i dont drink
3. i dont have a boy friend..
it is like v v true.. its true all girls love der mom, but the continous scolding makes us doubt ourself and v start asking our close friends if v really are tat bad.. in that situation v come accross a guy who flatters us beyond limits, its true we find it hard 2 resist..hmm.. da book made me think abt DA DARK SIDE OF ME..all da bad things tat ve happened to me..n all.. i could relate many things.. esp, priyanka is just me.. how my feelings were beautifully expressed made me close to tears at a point..
but i could not find much difference between five point someone and this..hari is just like sham , shallow guy, doesn think much, thinks he is a looser, loves and adores his girl friend ...
priyanka is diff from neha, but both r gutsy emotional girls....
but a book which held me in rapt attention 4 4 hrs,, read it continously after a long time.. da book has a beautiful msg 2 convey too...
our mind is an ocean, it can think too many things,, and i feel its possible 2 write a book on wt goes in my mind 4 an hr,, one night s jus like that,, da entire book is about wt all happens 2 6 ppl in a night..
but i feel its a v discouraging book,, it makes us think abt dark sides..but to be a best seller, a book has to focus on dark side.. tat s wat i observed among all books i ve read..
Saturday, February 04, 2006
my first ever real short story
warning : all the characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to a character living or dead is purely coincidential
My first ever original short story
Fleeting realities
Saravathy is all that anyone can imagine. There is not an adjective, which does not describe her. In a sentence she may be described as “good and bad”. Of course all of us are different at many different points and situations in life. But among people I have seen, I have seen all kinds of extreme behavior in her. She herself cannot figure out why she is like that; maybe I will use the word “impulsive” to describe her.
She woke up with a start when the alarm bell rang.”Oh my gosh” late again? It took her a minute to realize it was a Sunday. She fell back on the bed. She had a beautiful dream. There were green trees all around. It was a hilltop, where they all (her friends, mom, dad and her sister) were standing. There was a stage in the middle of the beautiful place, with a river flowing aside. She received a standing ovation; she did not know for what, she did not want to know also. She was enjoying the scene. Her mom and dad were standing as proud parents. Suddenly the scene changed, she was standing in the bus stop, and bored to go to college. She heard her mom calling out; she realized it was a dream. She saw the time, 9 o clock. She was happy that she had slept long enough. She got up to see her mother. Again she got reminded of the kangaroo. Saravathy had this weird habit of relating every human being she met to an animal.
Mom: kangaroo. She was so perfect as a mother. Caring, protective.
Dad: tiger.aggressive, majestic.
Sis: peacock, beautiful and attracting attention all the time.
She could never think of any animal to relate to her.
Her electronics professor, Mrs. jersey was the perfect monkey she had ever seen.
Her class representative manoj was the perfect elephant.
She had her coffee and dosas. They tasted extra delicious on Sundays. Her mobile rang suddenly. Her mom shouted” why don’t you switch off your mobile at least when you eat. All the time you are with it.”
She saw the number. It was Namratha.they weren’t good friends, infact she had had a couple of fights with her. Well! Don’t take about fights with Sara. She can even fight with the most peace loving person.
“Hi, nammy. Tell me, whats up?”
“Hi Sara. I have great news for you.”
“Really? Tell me.”
“The presentation you had submitted to our HOD, about the “power of minority carriers”, remember? He rejected it?”
Now, why the hell is she reminding me of those things? Sara thought.
“I remember. Tell Me,” she said bitterly.
“Hod had sent it to Switzerland for a worldwide electronics presentation competition. Would you believe yours was selected for it?”
“What?” said Sara? She immediately looked at the calendar to check if it was April 1. It was not. Then she thought that Namrita was playing a joke on her. That stupid idiotic ass, she thought.
But namrita did not hate her that much. Otherwise why would she tell such great news to her?
“Oh. How nice of HOD. I just cant believe he has done this.” Sara was happy, as hell. She could not believe what was happening to her.
“He just met me on my way to the market this morning. I hope you know he lives near my house. He was asking for your phone number. You know right I always forget my mobile; I did not have it with me that time. So I told him I would ask you to call him.”
Sara was too excited. “ Ok nammy, thanks a lot. Can I talk to you later? I want to call him and ask further details”
“Sure Sara, good luck. “
Sara immediately went inside and got her diary and dialed HOD ‘s number.
“Hello”, it was a familiar voice. HOD was speaking. Anyways she did not want to take risk. Last time mistakenly she had talked to his brother thinking it was him.
“ Could I speak to Dr.Rangachar please?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Saravathy here. Namratha just spoke to me. It seems my project has been selected.”
“ Yes, saravathy. Congratulations. Your flight ticket has also been sent. I had known your passport number and all. But I was not sure if your project would get selected. Thought, why not give it a try. But your hard work has seemed to bring result. Good luck.”
“Thank you sir. So nice of you.”
“ You will have to leave tomorrow morning. So get prepared.”
“ Sure sir, I will come to your house in some time.”
Sara kept the phone and got up very excited. She had to take deep breaths in between to go on with her narration to mom and dad. They were very happy too. They knew how much this meant for her.
She met the HOD and came back and started packing in full swing. She had to decide on her dress, her look, the files and all, which she should carry. The books she had referred, the websites, which she had read through before creating her project. She had to create another abstract because the application form demanded an abstract, which was so different than that the one she had prepared. She was full of activity, not a sign of tiredness.
She did not realize how soon it became night.. She was going to travel all alone so long and she was going to see Switzerland. She would make sure to have a great tour of that place. She also wanted to see France. She hoped at least to see the borders.
The scene shifted to the airport. All sad to part with Sara, yet proud and happy.
Suddenly she heard” Sara, Sara. Get up. Its ten o clock.”
Sara got up. Oh my god. Another dream? Cha.. She had slept off after 9 o clock again and the entire thing was just a dream.
She could not digest it. Why god? What was wrong with my project? The entire of Sunday passed in a gloom for Sara. “ Why does it always happen to me, god?” She kept on asking herself.
The next day, Sara got up and went to college. She really had no mood to go. After all could dream have so much impact on us? Why should we have dreams? And that too dreams, which I am sure, will never happen for real. Sara could not digest the thought that they had HOD ‘S hour that day. She just did not want to see him again.
She got down from the bus and closed the harry potter book she had been reading in the bus for the nth time without a little of concentration and started walking towards class.
“Saravathy!” some similar voice called out. It was HOD. Shit! She thought. Not early in the morning. Sure it would be about the test. Damn! Why did I not study? He is gonna ask me to re write the test. She thought
“ Good morning, sir”
“The paper you had done about minority carriers, I had a close look” when the hell is he going to stop criticizing my work? She thought.
“I had a close look. Not bad. Showed it to my brother in US. He has sent it over for the conference in Switzerland”. What? Am I dreaming again? Oh god. Not again…
“Sir”, she said. Not sure of what to say next.
“The seminar is scheduled for next week. So give me your phone number. And yes, also your passport number.”Sara wanted to pinch herself now. Is this what Kabir das was talking in his poem? Sukh ke bhad dhuk aur dukh ke bhad sukh? She gave him all the details he wanted and thanked him.
She entered the microwave class all excited, five minutes late. Susila was staring at her, laughing that she was late again.Mrs.Mekala was very kind to let the latecomer in.
Sara was all excited and narrated everything starting from the dream. They both had a giggle.
“Sara, what is going on? You come late and still disturb others? Listen to the class.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
She said and got back to the boring classes. Indeed it confirmed kabir das poem.
My first ever original short story
Fleeting realities
Saravathy is all that anyone can imagine. There is not an adjective, which does not describe her. In a sentence she may be described as “good and bad”. Of course all of us are different at many different points and situations in life. But among people I have seen, I have seen all kinds of extreme behavior in her. She herself cannot figure out why she is like that; maybe I will use the word “impulsive” to describe her.
She woke up with a start when the alarm bell rang.”Oh my gosh” late again? It took her a minute to realize it was a Sunday. She fell back on the bed. She had a beautiful dream. There were green trees all around. It was a hilltop, where they all (her friends, mom, dad and her sister) were standing. There was a stage in the middle of the beautiful place, with a river flowing aside. She received a standing ovation; she did not know for what, she did not want to know also. She was enjoying the scene. Her mom and dad were standing as proud parents. Suddenly the scene changed, she was standing in the bus stop, and bored to go to college. She heard her mom calling out; she realized it was a dream. She saw the time, 9 o clock. She was happy that she had slept long enough. She got up to see her mother. Again she got reminded of the kangaroo. Saravathy had this weird habit of relating every human being she met to an animal.
Mom: kangaroo. She was so perfect as a mother. Caring, protective.
Dad: tiger.aggressive, majestic.
Sis: peacock, beautiful and attracting attention all the time.
She could never think of any animal to relate to her.
Her electronics professor, Mrs. jersey was the perfect monkey she had ever seen.
Her class representative manoj was the perfect elephant.
She had her coffee and dosas. They tasted extra delicious on Sundays. Her mobile rang suddenly. Her mom shouted” why don’t you switch off your mobile at least when you eat. All the time you are with it.”
She saw the number. It was Namratha.they weren’t good friends, infact she had had a couple of fights with her. Well! Don’t take about fights with Sara. She can even fight with the most peace loving person.
“Hi, nammy. Tell me, whats up?”
“Hi Sara. I have great news for you.”
“Really? Tell me.”
“The presentation you had submitted to our HOD, about the “power of minority carriers”, remember? He rejected it?”
Now, why the hell is she reminding me of those things? Sara thought.
“I remember. Tell Me,” she said bitterly.
“Hod had sent it to Switzerland for a worldwide electronics presentation competition. Would you believe yours was selected for it?”
“What?” said Sara? She immediately looked at the calendar to check if it was April 1. It was not. Then she thought that Namrita was playing a joke on her. That stupid idiotic ass, she thought.
But namrita did not hate her that much. Otherwise why would she tell such great news to her?
“Oh. How nice of HOD. I just cant believe he has done this.” Sara was happy, as hell. She could not believe what was happening to her.
“He just met me on my way to the market this morning. I hope you know he lives near my house. He was asking for your phone number. You know right I always forget my mobile; I did not have it with me that time. So I told him I would ask you to call him.”
Sara was too excited. “ Ok nammy, thanks a lot. Can I talk to you later? I want to call him and ask further details”
“Sure Sara, good luck. “
Sara immediately went inside and got her diary and dialed HOD ‘s number.
“Hello”, it was a familiar voice. HOD was speaking. Anyways she did not want to take risk. Last time mistakenly she had talked to his brother thinking it was him.
“ Could I speak to Dr.Rangachar please?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Saravathy here. Namratha just spoke to me. It seems my project has been selected.”
“ Yes, saravathy. Congratulations. Your flight ticket has also been sent. I had known your passport number and all. But I was not sure if your project would get selected. Thought, why not give it a try. But your hard work has seemed to bring result. Good luck.”
“Thank you sir. So nice of you.”
“ You will have to leave tomorrow morning. So get prepared.”
“ Sure sir, I will come to your house in some time.”
Sara kept the phone and got up very excited. She had to take deep breaths in between to go on with her narration to mom and dad. They were very happy too. They knew how much this meant for her.
She met the HOD and came back and started packing in full swing. She had to decide on her dress, her look, the files and all, which she should carry. The books she had referred, the websites, which she had read through before creating her project. She had to create another abstract because the application form demanded an abstract, which was so different than that the one she had prepared. She was full of activity, not a sign of tiredness.
She did not realize how soon it became night.. She was going to travel all alone so long and she was going to see Switzerland. She would make sure to have a great tour of that place. She also wanted to see France. She hoped at least to see the borders.
The scene shifted to the airport. All sad to part with Sara, yet proud and happy.
Suddenly she heard” Sara, Sara. Get up. Its ten o clock.”
Sara got up. Oh my god. Another dream? Cha.. She had slept off after 9 o clock again and the entire thing was just a dream.
She could not digest it. Why god? What was wrong with my project? The entire of Sunday passed in a gloom for Sara. “ Why does it always happen to me, god?” She kept on asking herself.
The next day, Sara got up and went to college. She really had no mood to go. After all could dream have so much impact on us? Why should we have dreams? And that too dreams, which I am sure, will never happen for real. Sara could not digest the thought that they had HOD ‘S hour that day. She just did not want to see him again.
She got down from the bus and closed the harry potter book she had been reading in the bus for the nth time without a little of concentration and started walking towards class.
“Saravathy!” some similar voice called out. It was HOD. Shit! She thought. Not early in the morning. Sure it would be about the test. Damn! Why did I not study? He is gonna ask me to re write the test. She thought
“ Good morning, sir”
“The paper you had done about minority carriers, I had a close look” when the hell is he going to stop criticizing my work? She thought.
“I had a close look. Not bad. Showed it to my brother in US. He has sent it over for the conference in Switzerland”. What? Am I dreaming again? Oh god. Not again…
“Sir”, she said. Not sure of what to say next.
“The seminar is scheduled for next week. So give me your phone number. And yes, also your passport number.”Sara wanted to pinch herself now. Is this what Kabir das was talking in his poem? Sukh ke bhad dhuk aur dukh ke bhad sukh? She gave him all the details he wanted and thanked him.
She entered the microwave class all excited, five minutes late. Susila was staring at her, laughing that she was late again.Mrs.Mekala was very kind to let the latecomer in.
Sara was all excited and narrated everything starting from the dream. They both had a giggle.
“Sara, what is going on? You come late and still disturb others? Listen to the class.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
She said and got back to the boring classes. Indeed it confirmed kabir das poem.
FALSE IMPRESSION - JEFFREY ARCHER..
hmmmmm.. not the usual archer book.. but a story very well told.. i would call it a thriller, but the culprit is known right at the beginning.. how anna tries to prove is told in a real fascinating way...
anna, an expert in paintings working in fenston banks is fired on 9/11 just before the twin tower episode. the reason being she did not aid the bank in taking the wentworh hall paintings whose value is about some million dollars..
the characters are very well intervowen.. anna is the lead, then there is jack, the FBI agent, fenston, the bank owner, leapman, his friend and the most dangerous krantz, the series killer....
its a book written with a lot of hard work.. if you are interested in painings, especailly van gough et all, it would prove very valuable to you..
the story also deals a lot with the 9/11 episode , the kind of impact it had on the new yorkers...the story starts in new york, then goes to bucharest, london, tokyo.. as the van gough's self portrait with the bangaded ears travels along with its "FALSE IMPRESSION"..
the meaning of the title literally means a false van gough being painted to dupe fenston... nice ideas..
but not a match to "not a penny more, not a penny less", or"kane and abel".. and of course not a bit nearer to " prodigal daughter".. but the essebntial part missing here is the knd of motivation i usually get when i read his books..
one thing i dont like about jeff is the way he ends his books.. everytime they look very abrupt to me.. but of course , a book every archer fan must read,...
one word to describe it...GRIPPING..
anna, an expert in paintings working in fenston banks is fired on 9/11 just before the twin tower episode. the reason being she did not aid the bank in taking the wentworh hall paintings whose value is about some million dollars..
the characters are very well intervowen.. anna is the lead, then there is jack, the FBI agent, fenston, the bank owner, leapman, his friend and the most dangerous krantz, the series killer....
its a book written with a lot of hard work.. if you are interested in painings, especailly van gough et all, it would prove very valuable to you..
the story also deals a lot with the 9/11 episode , the kind of impact it had on the new yorkers...the story starts in new york, then goes to bucharest, london, tokyo.. as the van gough's self portrait with the bangaded ears travels along with its "FALSE IMPRESSION"..
the meaning of the title literally means a false van gough being painted to dupe fenston... nice ideas..
but not a match to "not a penny more, not a penny less", or"kane and abel".. and of course not a bit nearer to " prodigal daughter".. but the essebntial part missing here is the knd of motivation i usually get when i read his books..
one thing i dont like about jeff is the way he ends his books.. everytime they look very abrupt to me.. but of course , a book every archer fan must read,...
one word to describe it...GRIPPING..
RANG DE BASANTHI
in one word.. it was a nice movie.makes u feel like watching once more.. but i felt deep inside something was missing.. there was no clarity.. wat does the director intend to tell?? that freedom fighters struggled haerd to get us independance and that we have not utilized it properly? or does he say we are yet to get our independance?
if he was trying to say that youngsters should take politics in their hands? then why the entire alicia patterson episode? is it just for the brief romance between amir and alicia?god knows...
and why do they all have to get killed in the end? and why do all people say its a serious issue and somethin has to be done? by why dont they tell how to do, what to do? there are so many youngsters who want to do somethin for their country, that includes sara too.. but like sara all people are clueless what to do, how to do? that way the movie was way ahead of constructive ideas...
but there are few things i liked in the movie very much
1. OF COURSE.. A.R.REHMAN...
SUCH AN AMAZING MUSIC... the background is amazing.. i felt very bad that roobaro n paathshala were not fully picturized , two beautiful songs not to go waste..
2. the patriotic feelin it instills
3.AMIR...
OF COURSE,HE is fabulous.. every thing he does is so real..u will admire DJ in the movie and though all have equal roles .. it is this guy who steals your heart.. he is sweet, charming and sensitive.. it was as if he was playing himself...
some scenes i have to mention where i adored him..the scene where he is drunk and tells su how much he is afraid of his life ahead of him... and the scne whre he cries to su that he felt really bad on the death of madhavan.. and the initial meeting scenes with alicia... amazing it was...and the final scene whre he says to siddharth that he is worried about his children,..
4. the ending where all dont put on an act of sacrifice and rather die laughing.. it will touch everybody's heart i am sure...
the things i din like in the movie
1.madhavan
2.romance between soha ali and madhavan... totally unwanted , waste of time..
3.he wastes time till interval not entering into the story.. though its fun...
4. no clarity in what he wants to convey,, no relation between first half and second part,,
5. THE UNPICTURIZED SONG,,it was a big disappointment that roobaro was not picturized.
6. so much of punjabi and urdu..:-(.. i could not understand few dialogues...
finally i wd say THE MOVIE IS HIGHLY ENTERTAINING AND WORTH WATCHING..
if he was trying to say that youngsters should take politics in their hands? then why the entire alicia patterson episode? is it just for the brief romance between amir and alicia?god knows...
and why do they all have to get killed in the end? and why do all people say its a serious issue and somethin has to be done? by why dont they tell how to do, what to do? there are so many youngsters who want to do somethin for their country, that includes sara too.. but like sara all people are clueless what to do, how to do? that way the movie was way ahead of constructive ideas...
but there are few things i liked in the movie very much
1. OF COURSE.. A.R.REHMAN...
SUCH AN AMAZING MUSIC... the background is amazing.. i felt very bad that roobaro n paathshala were not fully picturized , two beautiful songs not to go waste..
2. the patriotic feelin it instills
3.AMIR...
OF COURSE,HE is fabulous.. every thing he does is so real..u will admire DJ in the movie and though all have equal roles .. it is this guy who steals your heart.. he is sweet, charming and sensitive.. it was as if he was playing himself...
some scenes i have to mention where i adored him..the scene where he is drunk and tells su how much he is afraid of his life ahead of him... and the scne whre he cries to su that he felt really bad on the death of madhavan.. and the initial meeting scenes with alicia... amazing it was...and the final scene whre he says to siddharth that he is worried about his children,..
4. the ending where all dont put on an act of sacrifice and rather die laughing.. it will touch everybody's heart i am sure...
the things i din like in the movie
1.madhavan
2.romance between soha ali and madhavan... totally unwanted , waste of time..
3.he wastes time till interval not entering into the story.. though its fun...
4. no clarity in what he wants to convey,, no relation between first half and second part,,
5. THE UNPICTURIZED SONG,,it was a big disappointment that roobaro was not picturized.
6. so much of punjabi and urdu..:-(.. i could not understand few dialogues...
finally i wd say THE MOVIE IS HIGHLY ENTERTAINING AND WORTH WATCHING..
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