Perspectives and perceptions

So yesterday I went for the movie and my oh my was I surprised! :) To finally see a Hindi movie that's been directed so well, it was amazing! Ranbir Kapoor has done such a fantastic job that there are markings of Michael Corleone in his mannerisms. Similar to him, he's back from US for some time and has the innate ability and the acute mind to play the political games... The movie shocks you at times, and manages to make the entire story believable, to a point where I was praying that I never come across a cold-blooded strategist like him in my life! His expressions, his acting is so subtle and is bang on. Katrina wasn't bad herself, except her diction needs to be worked on, especially if she's going to deliver a speech! Unlike the hype, she's not the central character, rather Ranbir, Nana Patekar, Arjun Rampal and Manoj Bajpai form the main characters of the movie. Manoj Bajpai however disappointed me with his performance, I was expecting a lot from him, especially

I may have attended not so many classes of marketing, but I understand the basics. Good advertising and marketing can only take you far, if you have a good product / service to begin with. Kites failed to understand that. The basic error that they made was, they thought the uncommon language barrier was worth the story whereas it was only the fringe benefit of the story, not the salary itself! The story revolves around the life of Jay (Hrithik Roshan), who does odd jobs to earn his living and if they're not enough, he 'marries' women who want to get a green card for money on a regular basis. His counterpart is Linda, (Barbara Mori) who's come from a poor background herself to make money for her family back home. Coincidentally, he pretends to be in love with Kangana Ranaut, who's Kabir Bedi's daughter. Kabir Bedi by the way is this huge tycoon in Las Vegas and practically controls most of the casinos and the jazz there. Obviously, Linda pretends to be in love wi

I’ve been born and brought up in Bombay, and I’ve celebrated a lot of birthdays... but the funny thing is that I only remember the gala celebrations from the last few years of my school! When i was 5 – 6, it was so simple, we just brought a cake from the local bakery shop, bought some back presents for all the kids, ate some good home-made snacks along with some local potato wafers in thin paper plates, played musical chairs, and then went home in time for dinner! How different from the scene today! It’s not just the spending that has gone up, the influence of brands, and products, on our day-to-day lives and on our occasional spending has changed drastically too. Today, even if we think of buying a cake from a local bakery, that bakery invariably turns out to be a Monginis, a Croissants or Ribbons & Balloons, the potato wafers are either Lays, or Uncle Chips, or whichever the latest entrant in the market is, the back presents have assumed enormous proportions and somewhere somehow

This whole mystical word, that forever teases you, surrounds you with warmth, and yet you yearn for the cold, just so that you feel, those arms hold you strong... In moments of joy, in times of agony, why does that one person, become your only solace, and why can't you ever forgive, that absence momentarily... Through the journey of many years, you feel, you touch, and you know, but still every time after some time, the first glance, the first touch, still makes you shiver... How is it that most people, have to prod you so many times, almost always manage to bug you some times, fail to evoke those emotions at times, but you always smile for him at all times... :)

Okay, so i was out on this awesome day + evening + night this sunday... and we had to catch a movie. Wanted to watch 'Date Night' but the timings just didn't work out, so there we were watching 'Bounty Hunter'... :) Jennifer Aniston in yet another movie proves that she's just not cut out for acting in movies, she was great in Friends, but has not been like that in anything else! Clearly, the director needs to be able to get her to act like the one in Friends did. I think what was missing was, her expressions, she's just too controlled, too straight-faced, and too just 'tight' in everything and you just can't feel for her. Gerard Butler is okay. Nothing great. He's not even half as good as he was in P.S. - I love you! The movie's nice. I mean it's not great. You wouldn't miss out on anything if you didn't see it, but it's not like you'll be terribly bored watching it either! There were some really funny moments, especia

Well... This movie was one of the most forgettable movies I've seen in the recent past! To begin with, the movie starts off like 300, with a narration that's supposed to set the pace and the base to the entire story. But they forget to use things like voice modulation, and most importantly a script?! The narrator mumbles something about the creation of the earth by the Gods, and talks about their love for man... and you just don't get the drift. Then you see a woman who places a kid inside a basket (kind of like Moses) into the sea along with a woman in the same basket. A family adopts the kid and he's raised. Cut to 18-20 years hence, the kid's grown, the family of four are sailing, trying to catch fish for their livelihood. Suddenly you hear the talk of an uprising, and men fighting with the Gods! It's so far-fetched that you just never understand or believe what's happening. So lightning strikes, the family's boat sinks, and as expected, everyone exce

It's been three years almost since I first sat on a Bullet... and I can still feel the thrill. It's funny how some associations just stick with you for your lifetime, my affair with the Enfield has been exactly that. I first sat on the Bullet Electra 350 cc, red colour... and I knew this was special. I had never felt like that on a bike before, and the moment I sat I was comfortable. That instinctual connection was fuelled by the connection I shared with the rider! :) And it was magical. To the point where, within a span of a few days, I could only by its sound (from far away) distinguish an Electra, from a Machismo, to a Thunderbird! And to think I had no idea about what bikes were! I only knew what they felt like! Years later, my fascination continued, I began to judge the rider by the bike he rides, and automatically one who owned / rode an Enfield rose in my expectation and in my eyes... To the point where given a choice I would most certainly place trust in an Enfield ride