AND JUSTICE FOR ALL(1979)

For someone who devoured the novels of John Grisham with mouth watering appetite ,this courtroom flick is nothing but a tribute to maestro ...Al Pachino just makes me gape at his bloody gesticulation..
This man is so good..
I saw him in scent of a woman and he was awesome with his character of a cynical soigné visually challenged retired colonel...
“too tired,too old ,too fucking blind” he said..
Not a bit..
I lumped when he cheered a motley of soccer players with his awe-inspiring monologue in Any Given Sunday that makes “70 minutes” of our Kabeer khan of Chak de look so platitudinal..
So here he is again towering above all with his moral-oozing , high on ethics portrayal of lawyer Arther Kirkland of Baltimore caught in a dilemma when he is entrusted with the job of defending the judge he despises ...
Now in the words of his ladylove who again happens to be a member of the Arther scanning club he got to defend his client to the best of his ability ...
No matter what!!!!
that nitty-gritty of law-sphere was beyond me...
no respite on bed even...poor Aurther.
Well the movie was all about telling justice is not that simple a concept and between the lines of penal-code many lives get ruined for want of better judgement ,better discretion,better arguments..
And the consequences are far more tragic..when the law of land gets after you, you have to be a dawood or osama to ditch the lambe haath or better still ..become the lawmaker...
Think of it.. one of the innocent , sentenced for some technical glitch in his appeal was raped in the cell..
Don’t trust what Kiran Bedi blurts out as prison reforms ..its hell..
So for all the friends I wish a prison free life..if at all you commit a crime ..make sure you don’t get caught..if eventually you do get caught run like hell..its better living a life on run than serving your time in prison ..:P
Ohh..BTW screenplay was quite good..funny antics of his friends were really amusing

PS: prisonwise If Tomorrow Comes will make a good read..

ILLUSIONIST(2006)

Well, the thing that stands out is not Jessica biel’s beauty(no she doesn’t look million bucks and she doesn’t get a single wow moment... ) not cop Uhl’s not so mentionable act ,not crown –prince’s timely histrionics(to give the devil his due few of his authoritative blabs and late democracy bashing is passable) .....its the eyes..
At this point i risk sounding gay but hollywood’s answer to our KK menon could be none other than
Edward Norton...
Story hinges on the art and love of a magician who returns to the city of his doom where class disparities nipped his amorous voyage...15 years later our ordinary joe (wait...we are told he could get decent card magic and arcane pendent design back then) returns to the girl’s city and his magic seems to rub the girls fiancée on the wrong side...
Now the fiancé is no lame chic –charmer but the crown prince who carries the ignominy of lady hunting and our hero is supposed to vanish in thin air with his girl...

movie’s climax comes with the requisite surprise in the otherwise poetic justice (lame) ending..

MUNICH(2005)

Eric bana not just puts on an accent ..
as a Mossad protaganist,he brings out the mortality and vulnerability of the person caught in the chord of a never ending war ..
Avner(Bana) is entrusted with the job of eliminating 11 masterminds of
the 1972 Munich massacre that rocked the sporting cradle..
shown as a staunch family man ,Aver lies exposed to subtle patriotic appeal
Orchestrated by the prime minister and generals
.moved by the enormity of the attack, aver undertakes a highly discreet mission with 3 others..
A lame role for Daniel Craig as bana's associate...
his trigger -happy aggression is the looming anger of Israel against the
Perpetrators of the black september...
Ciaran hinds as carl is the moderate voice of the group ..
and thinking cap-wearer.. though bana with his impassionate face and endearing innocence
presents a pleasant aberration from the agents stereotype....
he saves his defining histrionics for the end...
Trauma of war and its futility riding on the loss of his team- members life drives on the
verge of getting paranoid..
one of the most touching scenes captures bana breaking down at the sound of his new born ...
this coupled with cross of words with Ali,the terrorist have the high decibel irony of the cat and mouse game...
quest for a home has put on line the meaning of being together ...
old order changes making way for the new...
each killed enemy sprouts more killers...
those who leave home and family to make it a safe place must know they just scratch a layer
that regenrates with even gretaer alacrity ...
every piece of land they fight for has seen more men resting inside than it than living with it..
chilling confessions of Ali tells its not a war that could be won..its just fought regardless of outcome...
and there is no Gita sermon to prop it..
but its the same heat for a home ...
which would never be coz we would be too busy protecting it...
steven spielberg's another classic..

thinking of one

New Year party is around the corner and apart from guzzling cans of beers
and texting bye bye 2008 type smses what else i m gonna do..
Nothing special..
What else did I do last year...
Nothing special again..
Frenzy and festivities of idiot box (I am at home ..U see) trying to suck me up in this vortex of New Year phenomenon...
I have a great deal of maudlin stuff to get off my chest this night...
For some it leads to a new promise, new vows
For some it’s the single biggest showdown of every year..
For some it’s the time to chase down old days and gone time...
I belong to that some...
I have this weird habit of being in two times at times...
I live this event with an eye as to what I will have to say for this thing 1 year down the line...
May be that precludes me from being in that moment fully but this assortment of little moments And their subtitles have given a delightful kaleidoscope...
This New Year my slide show for the best and the greatest of the fading calendar will be pages of Memories...
Year 2008 marked the end of a personal epoch...
Four awesome years of engineering...
I always wondered why B.Tech as engineer is not as conspicuous as an MBBS being doctor...
I got my answers first hand...
B.Tech...
It’s an idiom of carefree-ness, companionship, courage (40 subjects...) personified by each outgoing engineer....
Then there were experiences I wanted to have...
Usual guy stuff...
I had...
Best part of all was the friends I made...
I saw them singing best songs...saying low things...doing great feats...
Doing cheap stuff...and yeah sometimes I wondered do I really knew them at all...
But that something I have asked myself umpteen times feeling
Do I know myself at all...?
Today when I am grappling with presentations and case studies and a place where your logic will be stripped to the bone by very own classmates...i yearn for those days when fallacies and foibles where your ticket to fame....
I kind of feel how naive last event was when everything seemed liked eternity and its denouement today seems like just another crossroad in light-years long mesh...
My climax won’t be the one until someone else has to pen it for me...
Wishful thinking...that’s the easy virtue we seek at new year eve...
And great to feel it’s one time of year when u say some high held words to your future...

Sort of re-birth...birthday eves may also vie for that occasion but we are too lame to think beyond our count of gifts and wishes...
so that brings me to hustling and hopes of 2009..
I wish this New Year I could be honest with my dumbles and crunches....
I get over my procrastination...
Read more, play more, travel more, see more...
As an adult franchisee of this great nation being run by the most incompetent guys my only wish will be they speed up Delhi- Gurgoan metro project ....sitting duck as we are for others ,at least get me the legs of an ostrich...

Micro-Humanics

My heart goes out to all the men and women who lost their lives in Mumbai mayhem…but frankly speaking that’s the only thing that can go out…it was the same sojourn I took when some mindless members of my community went raping and killing Christians in Orissa and it was the same story when a bloody mob lynches down a person walking down a lane bcoz his surname subscribes to a different faith…he gets a reason to pick a bone with his parents and grandparents in heaven or hell as the case may be…
someone talked about religion being opium of masses…its worse…it’s a real time hallucination putting tabs on our words and views worst we offend the “others”..thats in a civic society…in a crude one we would we settling scores with blood and guts…
talk about gory blood stained pics of victims being taken away…nope…that was not the one…one picture which let my head hang in shame and disgust was the that of child Moshe… poor toddler lost his parents …I never heard his cries of Emma Emma but his loss and his share of pain was certainly a word to God …plz don’t send any more kids to inherit this world of hate and violence…or may be I m being too naïve…let that angel Moshe develop his feet and lose his wings and may be he will join our neurotic rush to survive and exist at any cost…at anybody’s cost…
may be that’s the way we are wired to act…to kick a thing especially if its inclined at a crooked angle is a natural tendency..when fear of law and rule subsides we draw our own line wherein massacre of one faith brings kudos and rewards from other..
why so limelight kissing our Mumbai sorrow…why so many candlelight torching the streets and so many voices saying enough is enough…just because the per capita income of people killed this time is unabashedly high …or the high and mighty have learnt their ABC of threat from quarters other than obesity and falling GDP…we decide our definition of enough ..and your enough takes a break when starving debt-ridden farmers commit suicide in your own backyard…when innocuous nuns get raped..when north Indians get killed in their own land because north doesn’t go down well to some lunatics ..each day we are a mute spectators to untimely brutal demise of our own fellowmen…but that doesn’t brings a lump to our throat because that’s happening in some far away zone…we can safely remain oblivious to their misfortune because our lifestyle can dispense with such paltry concerns..instead next Fridays release and declining pay cheque of recruiters is my worries..fair enough…what difference can I make to the lot of millions of less lucky people ..that was the attitude my shanghai wannabe metro gleefully carried when north Indians were thrashed and killed for no fault of theirs …we are living in this fools land where I -kill –my- man ..who the hell “you” are to mess in my affairs…dude..it took 10 paki bastards to make whole country sing in unison …were you deaf to your fellow Indians SOS..what you don’t get in parallel between your targets and theirs is “north” and AK-47….rest all was the manifestation of the same ages old feeling of hatred..
its not a reflection on a city’s soul ..
its the unclothing of a human psyche…
you take away the fear of the unknown and we are same dogs waiting to pounce on lesser might…survival of the fittest and all that crap has got refined to find ways in textbooks but what Darwin really meant was ..watch ur back ..

do I sound cynical…
actually I m not a one…
my sense of hope was never the sinking vessel in traumatic waters..self professed guardians of state and faith and our consciousness seek carnage like this to proclaim that all hope is not lost..well it wasn’t ever…for we are of those kind who switch off our TV and curse our system and get back to our desk..those who draped our helplessness in euphemism of our "resilience" must know they are not going to pay for that extra drop of petrol my dad will burn if he vows not to go through that bombed street..we will not ask for rationalizing the route to let everyone bypass CST .. … we are okay with this …just fed up with sickening redundancy with which you salute our "bouncing back"...fake cheers are worse than fake orgasm.... don’t give a pat on our back....our people have always been like this.. that’s only how tweaking creaks of this rotten system work...we have resigned ourselves to this mess that we will pass on to our children and they to theirs ..any thought of redemption is remoter than …….well…couldnt find a suitable metaphor coz all the impossibilities are the offshoots of this crappy cancer...my source of hope is that honest teacher of mine who would go all length to get my nod(“haan sir…samagh gayye”),that rickshaw-puller who would run all city to get a kid find his mother(my neighbor),my friend who scouted for every doc (to get the best one, mind you) when I was barely managing to get my senses right(Saurabh are you reading this mate?)...countless...
these are the guys who make us feel we are not just the caricatures of our good old moral science subjects..we are somewhere willing to see a known or an unknown face with a thankless disposition and happy countenance .they are our everyday heroes ..and I write so much coz I know though I may somehow not believe in what I write and I may not follow what I preach....THEY must carry on the good work ..its they who fuel hope in lives they touch everyday in malls and autos and aisles and its they who make a valiant attempt to emaciate the entropy of this maddening race…

Long Live Krishna

how many of us would look clueless on my mentioning "Psychedelic", today my childhood buddy blurted this tongue twister and expected me to find a suitable suffix noun to this God-knows-what thing. so i went to omniscient google devta. for all the folks still wondering psychedelic is an English term coined from the Greek words for "soul," (psyche), and "manifest," (delos).it speaks of a mystic experience with distorted perceptory mechanism. what hit me was not the ignorance of the meaning of the wretched word. what kicked me was the proclivity of our collective consciousness to go for a enigmatic notion of existence when queried about anything like "about -me " stuff. guess that gives a garbed ruse of come-discover-me or salvage-my-soul kinda interactive sessions .or better still that stretches our personality to dimensions hitherto unknown ,in that case i m damn sure that will remain unknown till times Tushhaarr Kaappoorr can pull a flick on his own. Point is guys who leave their i-me-myself columns blank or a matter of 3-4 lines are at better terms with their surroundings than people who rape each personality traits with passion so hot that even Mallu films will censure their heroic antics. best things in life come in small packages and best people walk effortlessly down our cherished memories recess with their little acts and words of compassion.
i have often mulled over quite inconsequential chips and let my hours run down drain .retrospectively i think how stupid those moments of pondering where. probably when inflating our small stint of being, we seek refuge in this ever -revealing foible of our shallow concerns and senseless fears.
sometimes the road to perdition started with not getting more marks to losing 1 quiz competition ..heartbreak started from my sexy teacher’s husband to my girl talking to that dude with bulging biceps…ecstasy boomed from stumbling on Rs 10 note to that congratulatory peck from college’s hot-bod…all the emotions find their conjugal to different happenings at different stage…wonder when the word numb changed from Gold flake to Kingfisher to Teachers to hashish.. one fine day I will get back to this piece of my mental anatomy and have few more corpuscles to add…a never ending process…what I want changes from every quiz to every trimester …what I wish changes from every hope to following sigh.. …
what I want right now..
what I wish right now…
somebody get me that bloody 11th episode of Prison Break 4…plzzzzzzz

My Fair Blog

What is better than scribbling down some shit on a piece of paper and then throwing it to the motley of garbage of room setting or beneath the mattress or over the rack ??

maintain a blog….

yeah that way you get some eyeballs surveillance of discerning friends and ultra frustu janta.

That was my humble way of placing first footsteps in the blogosphere…for me writing has been a cathartic outburst …hope it doesn’t turn fatal for those in quest of serious stuff…I have this uncanny tendency of pulling things from nowhere and making them feel as if “nowhere” was a better state of existence than the conspicuity heavenly bestowed by me…I dedicate this free puke space to the confused cheerful cantankerous cacophony inside me …from poems to short stories …from prose to verse I strived hard to bring a bad name to each genre with religious sincerity and anyone on the same frequency of stupidity is most welcome to drop down a comment or two to their 21^st century ventriloquist….