Sunday, October 9, 2011

Horrible Bosses- Review


“Horrible bosses” is a rib-tickling story of three friends, Nick, Dale and Kurt, who are deeply upset with their bosses for different reasons. Even though Nick puts his full effort in office, his boss, Dave Harken, scolds him for being two minutes late and tricks him to drink scotch at 8:00 in the morning. Adding more fuel to fire, he declared himself as the vice president of sales in addition to his current designation and thus, he blows out Nick’s dream of being the vice president forever.  Dale is working as an assistant to Dr. Julia. Dr. Julia sexually offends Dale. She also threatens to expose his nude pictures with her, roguishly shot while he was unconscious, to his girlfriend. Kurt likes his work until his boss dies of heart-attack and his psychopathic son becomes his boss. His new boss threatens him to fire unless he fires one of the “fat lady” and “Mr. Xavier”. While drinking at the bar, they find a hypothetical solution of their problems and that was to murder their bosses. They meet mother-fucker john who becomes their murder-consultant and gives them a five -thousand- dollar- idea to kill each other’s boss. What happens next is full of lots of twists and turns and then finally, it ends with an unpredictable and humorous note...

Jennifer Anniston as a sexually harassing and foul-mouthed boss has done a splendid job. No doubt, this is one of the finest performances of Anniston till date and more importantly, it lets her come out of  comfort zone and play a character she had never done before. Kevin Spacy (Dave harken) as an office-jerk has done a remarkable job. . I loved the Kevin spacy’s performance as Dave Harken most. The way he characterizes himself as an egotistical jerk, shows ingenuity to his role. Collin Ferral as bobby completely justifies his character.  He almost dissolves his character into a drug-addict maniac. It was hilarious when he argued with Kurt to fire one of the “Fat lady” and “Dr Xavier” or else he would fire all of the three.  Not to mention, Nick (Jason Bateman), Dale (Charlie Day) and Kurt (Jason Sudekies) have done awesome job.

In a nutshell, Seth Gordon, the director of movie, has done a fantastic job by providing intensity to the dark, crude and hilarious plot of this movie.  Kudos to him and his strong cast.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Those Umpteen Years


Deep inside my skins
The bluish veins were carrying
My life...cold and entrenched
Equivocally dead
Laughter subdued into restrained
Hollow smile
An innocent heart was seeking to be guile
Belief, hope, trust and love
Seemed just a fantasy...perhaps a pun
This tiresome, tedious and treacherous run
 Was it worthwhile for just a minuscule fun?
Then one day, it knocked my door
It entered; I was lying on the floor
I was pulled apart into two
Detracted into Me and him
I saw those numb dead eyes
I felt the void, the emptiness
Perhaps...in those umpteen years
When it was carrying me
I never loved him...
And in turn, not loved by him.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Force- Adrenaline-Fueled Action Movie




Force is completely an action movie with few dews of romance.  Yashvardhan (John Abraham), an ACP in Narcotics Department is undercover cop who investigates the nexus of drug business, disseminated all across the country. With the help of an informer, he and his team (Mohnish behl and others) successfully eliminate all the drug-mafias. Subsequent investigation report by IB about informer and afterwards his death puts a question mark on his selfless intentions to revel drug mafia which later confirms it as a strategy driven by Vishnu(Vidyut Jamwal) to rule all over India in drug business. Later, Yashvardhan kills Vishnu’s brother (Mukesh Rishi) during drug dealing.  And then Vishnu’s vindictiveness sets a new limit of brutality against Yashvardhan and his team.



In a nutshell, FORCE has captivating plot with striking and intensive performance of John as an ACP and the new comer, Vidyut Jamwal, as villain. Not for a single moment it let me take my eyes off from the screen. SIZE MATTERS and JOHN persona in the role of tough and stern-looking cop indeed verifies it. Genelia D'Souza as a bubbly and sweet girl enchants on the screen and her innocent romance with john preserves the droplets of love even in the heat of incessant action. The debuted performance of Vidyut jamawal as villain is superb which aptly personifies his character as an evil itself. The performance of Mohnish Behal is worth-watching. Raj-Babbar as commissioner of police is tolerable.



With high decibel of bone-crunching punch and roaring background, this adrenaline-fuelled movie stands in the row of good action movies of Bollywood. If you are hardcore action fan and not a faint-hearted, then this movie is surely for you. Go and watch!! ... You would not be disappointed.


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Swelling Technology & Waning Spirituality


In this era of technological revolution, our efforts are merging towards an absolute control of everything. Just push a button and apparently, everything from lighting, AC, TV or even opening and closing of doors are at our finger tips. Sometimes, I wonder what would be the end of this revolution. Would it be like as we see in Hollywood movies in which they repeatedly show the control of humanity by human-made ROBOTs or would it just start mitigating as everything in nature does after reaching its peak. I cannot say if the evolution followed by revolution is cyclic or linear but a little observation in the changing scenario can provide a substantial clue for coming future.

From the inception of Mankind, religion and science are the two basic structures which have been supporting humanity. If Science feeds you, religion gives you the taste of food. Both are distinct but inevitable for Mankind. The lack of anyone would create havoc in the system.If we go slightly deeper into the realm of science and religion, we acknowledge that comparison of science and technology is pointless. Religion is just an application of spirituality as technology is of Science. Science is journey of outwards and spirituality is of inwards. Science is pursuit of discovering the things which are...But just hidden. It is just like demystifying the unknown. Technology is the exploitation of this hidden knowledge for our use. In a same way, spirituality is a journey of knowing our inner self...the purest form which is aptly described in scriptures...Satya- Chita- Ananda...Religion guides us to embark the journey of inwards. Prayers, worshipping and scriptures are just few applications of spirituality to lead us towards inner self.

Somewhere, in the high decibel and dazzling development of technology, we have become oblivious to the basic structure of technology....Science. On the other side...Religion is also contaminated by preposterous and dogmatic thought which has blurred the true purpose of religion and more often, it is appearing devilishly in the form of war and genocide.  No doubt...Technology is providing a lot of things...But also taking a lot of things...More things are coming in our control...Less controlled we are getting. The incessant pursuit of technology has overshadowed the inquisitiveness of mankind and hence, pursuit of science.

So, where are we leading... towards a path of glorious Mankind or doomed Mankind? It is hard to envisage the future of Mankind but with little interpolation of swelling technology and waning spirituality in the wake of nuclear Bombs...it would not be an exaggeration to say that if your light, AC and door can be controlled by a push switch, presumably the life of whole planet could also be at someone finger tips...and we, who are losing our own conscience in imparting intelligence to steel-bodies...it would be really disastrous and might be, the culmination of Mankind. 

Friday, June 24, 2011

Come On INDIA!!


Things are changing fast. Perception and its reaction have quite changed in these years. Thanks to media, and people like Anna Hazzare and Baba Ramdev...The stream of awareness in people’s perception is finally claiming to bring a Tsunami against the old-wretched political and beureachratic system of India.     
A revolution is not an accident. It is certificate for people’s lost faith and dying hope to existing governing system. And the recent appalling acts of corruption one after another by governing party were more than enough to trigger the people’s fury. And when Anna Hazzare became the torch bearer, millions supported him in the hope that a “Change” would finally come. The “Change”.... The dawn of which will bring the end of blood-sucking-Vampires from Indian Political and beureachratic system.
So my question is ...Would really the acceptance of LOKPAL BILL bring this change or would it just create another camouflaged and just superficially-changed old system, painted in eyes-soothing colours? The biggest threat of LOKPAL BILL is it might centralize the power in the hands of few civil people who could curb both judiciary as well as Prime minister. Well, History is witness that centralization of power has never been a good idea. It would eventually lead to either dictatorship or complete anarchy. Therefore, It is imperative that there should not be an isolated control, control must be mutual....not unidirectional.
Anna Hazzare’s war against government is not a political movement. Somehow BaBa Ramdev involvement in this crusade politicized the revolution and tried to defile the demand of “Change” into just “the change of Existing government”. It is not the change of Government that will bring the solution of corruption...But It is the change of policy which can make the system more transparent and system more accountable to common citizens. And that is where inclusion of top official in LOKPAL bill could be effective.
I admire Anna and Baba...not because what they are personally but for their initiation....And countries like India where people are shamelessly-sleeping in their own pigeon hole and are completely oblivious to their rights and duties...it is indeed great to initiate. A revolution cannot churn the system for good if it does not have a clear vision and plan for implementation. Initiation is prerequisite which no doubt has been offered by Anna Hazzare and somewhat by Baba Ramdev. But a collective clear vision and implementation are outcome of intellect that is where I feel, rawness of LOKPAL bill can be polished and modified by the constructive suggestions and discussions.
We, the youths, have been sleeping for decades. I wonder how many of the youths would have any idea about LOKPAL Bill. I salute Anna Hazarre for taking a stand against the rising corruption and for raising alarm against sleeping Junta of India. Hazzare has lighted the torch...and it is duty of our youths to perpetuate the torch until the deep-seated corruption incinerates into ashes. If you want the change, be the change.
Come On INDIA!!!!
It would be apt to repeat Thakur’s dialogue from Sholey in the current scenerio...
(लोहा गर्म है मार दो हथौरा )

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Fluttering-Flames


The fluttering-flames of the candle-light
Was making me breath in and out
As her sparkling face was swinging to shadowy-unknown
An explicable beauty was flowing
Like mesmerizing-rays of dawning sun
When I looked into her deep-dark-dazzling eyes
Could see the burning flame fluttering with her disheartening-sigh
And, the tears, dammed to blaze the flame for long
I know the flame might smoulder my flammable-feelings
Despite... it is the light of flame that shows me a path
A path of purpose, a path of love...
And trust me; even your flames would burn me...
You have my tears...dammed in your eyes

Monday, May 23, 2011

Beauty and Real Beauty


Have you ever felt what sets wings to your emotions as you suddenly exclaim,” What a beautiful thing this is!” For us anything can be beautiful, irrespective of person, place or emotion. Even a tragic movie ends, leaving tears into our eyes and our heart wells out saying it.... beautiful!!
So, really, to define beauty is as difficult as to define ‘point’ in mathematics. However, I would say everything, beautiful which is the object of happiness. But remember, not the source of happiness. The difference of object and source must be understood to appreciate this definition. Let me explain it through example:
When we meet our loved one after a long-time, our eyes become full of tears. We cry...But we feel happiness...I would call it beauty....
But how am I able to witness this beauty? It is because I have already bore the pain of being away from her.
The source of happiness is the pain. But Pain itself is not the happiness.
May be for one person, the clamouring of birds is just noise and for other it is the music of existence. For a same person, a flower seems an ordinary thing at one moment. And at the next moment, it starts appearing a beautiful gift of existence. 
Does it mean that beauty is only in eyes of seer?  Does it mean it is psychological? Does it mean that we have to squeeze the beauty by being in complete awareness? Well, I feel it is.
What makes TajMahal beautiful? What makes a golden sculpture more beautiful than iron sculpture?
When we see an object, we perceive an image in the reflection of many things. Like if we are seeing a historical building, its history and mystery is as important as its infrastructure in judging beauty. 
Even gold and diamond are regarded as beautiful, not only because they are but also due to rarity and usefulness. For a child, I think marble and gold would not make a difference in terms of beauty.  
What makes a woman/man beautiful for man/woman?
It is his/her desire, in the shadow of which they define beauty. Well, sex is an important aspect but it is not the only one; care, compassion, security and many other things plays a vital role in judging the person beautiful. 
He likes SRK( actor) but his liking is just projection of his subtle desire to be like him. He likes Aishwarya because consciously and unconsciously he wants to posses her.
One calls Mother Teresa beautiful, not because her appearance but due to her philanthropic works.
One likes Ferrari not because it looks but it would fill his subtle desire. Now this desire is also product of many things (human instincts).
Why do people consider fairer people more beautiful?
I think it is just conditioning of mind. Black people had been subjected to slavery, humiliation and disgrace for many centuries. Consequently, people’s minds have been conditioned to accept this bitter and atrocious fact even today. It is imperative to ponder as there are some communities where measurement of beauty is just reverse of general thinking. Even Krishna, who is considered as the most beautiful person on earth had dark complexion which itself shows dark was beautiful in the past. Society fills our mind with prejudices and dogmas, in the reflection of which we judge beauty.

What I conclude is when we see an object we judge it according to its attributes in every dimension like history, mystery, pain endured, rarity and usefulness. Beauty is a function of those attributes which are just projection of our desire. 
World would be always discriminated in two parts- beautiful and ugly if we did have desire and conditioned mind. 

Real  beauty...?
As I have not experienced what real beauty is, so at most I can give a hypothetical explanation of real beauty. When one sees an object without any judgement of good or bad; without any history or mystery; without any desire, I think the emotion he feels at that very moment would be Real beauty. And beauty of this assumption lies in the fact that in this way everything would be beautiful. An eternal beauty would be in one’s eyes. This might be the beauty which is explained in our scriptures and is felt by very rare personalities like Buddha (after enlightment).

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Sunday, May 22, 2011

Drops


In the serene-still surface of water
When a rain-drop strikes
A ripple flows towards the shore
Leaving behind the circular traces
When sun-light glistens the recurring flow
The sparkling aura seems like infinite lives
Dancing and enjoying in their colourful dresses
With humming melodious tune
Celebrating and welcoming a new one
Now, an indistinguishable part of Whole

It is now scorching rays of sun
Burning and boiling
As if disaster is pushed into million drops of life
Even the tears of all is not suffice to melt the heart of sun
They run; they protect and like a martyr
Sacrifice their life for one another

And now it is night
The cold breezy air is flowing
And letting the tiresome drops relax
And forget all the sorrows, pains and losses
Perhaps getting them ready for new dawn
New life and new fight...

Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Melody

My eyes were closed
And my mind empty
Yet I could see
A life, coming in and going out
Through my nostrils, wind-pipe to my stomach
And I could feel my heart humming a melody...
A melody!!...vibrating and resonating my soul
Invigorating me to dance, sing and roll...
And my fingers moving on the key-board
Letting me out the indescribable feeling
Through the words, but in vain
The words were just old...stale...
With every word typed in...It is just past, a memory
Not the feeling...
I wonder if I could hold the feeling
Tightly and cosily
And every time, I did...
I felt the synchronicity loosen down
And my soul fastened

Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Living-invisible to Dead-Visible


Every day when I went to my office
I saw her on the road side
Watching vigorously
Without blinking her abysmal eyes
Her frail skull, her bony body
Her bare feet, her scattered hairs
Her reedy fingers, her cold look
Shivered my whole being
Felt like a lightening stroke to my heart
And then when I saw people walking by
Without noticing her existence
Absorbed in their own symphony
I wonder if she is too thin to be invisible
Invisible to all of us...
And then when I reached my home
She just became a tragic moment of today’s episode...
And her memories got fade away with each passing moment
Life went on...
She was never different...
Yeah! Worst can’t be worse...
And with each passing day...  I got immune to her...
She was just a picture hung in my memories
Now...my shivering...and lightening stroke
Got softened through the passage of time...
And suddenly one day... I did not see her...
And again, next day...
Then, again and again
Now it had been two weeks I saw her...
And today when I opened my newspaper
I saw her... Her numb eyes...her cold look...
Her disseminated hairs...
Even her death could not change her look....
But of course, had changed her worth...
“A living-invisible to dead-visible”

Friday, April 29, 2011

WRITING



Life seems to be shrunk between past and future and when such thing happens, obviously the view of present remains blurred and congested. With tumbling-walk on the road of life and in the hue and cry of expectations and concerns, life seems like a burdened rock tied to neck. It has been long when I heard the voice of myself but now, is it not too late? ...too late to rejuvenate these dead tissues.

With the last line of above paragraph, I felt my thoughts jumbled, my finger seized and emotions dried. I don’t know why and how, but it is none of my business. I just want to feel myself which never releases out due to inexplicable weight of life and I want to see something which I cannot see when I see myself in mirror daily morning.

For me, writing is like seeing and it is also one that vaporizes the grime from my soul. I believe till I can put my fingers on the keyboard or can hold a pen, I would be never blind nor would my soul be too heavy to carry my life.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

My Random thoughts


It has been quite long since I have written anything for my blog. Sadly, I have written just one poem in these two months. Sometimes I wonder if it was me who has written so many articles on my blog. Today when I remember how passionate I was for writing during those jobless days I envied of me of those days. The happiness of writing was something I realized late in my life. I owe to writing since it revealed something that was unknown, hidden and suppressed with too many layers of weighing life. It was obviously not something great... if “Great” only means an objective parameter for measuring achievement and accomplishment. But it was self-satisfying, like happiness blossomed through his creative effort.  This feeling is so personal that it creates a charm for self and invigorates our self with beauty, appreciation and sense of accomplishment. Writing teaches a lot. It is the best mirror to see our self. It lets us to ponder over things which seem trivial for others, and most importantly it taught me is to think systematically. It is indeed a joy to see how a systematic approach simplifies a complex problem.

Complexity is just web of simplicity. It just depends how you look into the system. Even the most complex system can be deduced to certain integration of simple systems. Systematic thought is discrete in nature. We can easily see the chunks of independent thought woven with well defined responses of others. I love simplifying things. It is a same force of creativity which guides when a painter simplifies the complexity of countless emotions and undefined ambiance onto such a small canvass or when a writer writes intricate and abstruse feeling into words. Though, it is abstract for others but complete for them. The pursuit of Simplification has been continuing for centuries. Philosophy and science, are actually the way to simplify the seemingly complexity of nature. Formulations of scientific laws are just outcome of these attempts. “Theory of Everything” might be the culmination of scientific ways to simplify things.  But somehow, I feel the quest of simplifying things will be continued till this world exists. 

This all shows how innate the quest for simplifying things is. It is the same thing which ignites a passion for exploring things, questioning systems and facing challenges. It is embedded in Artist’s Creativity as well as scientist’s curiosity.


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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Blind


It was a fine morning
The songs of birds, the warmth of sun
A divine breeze was blowing
Carrying the fragrance of heaven
I felt so blessed
And tried to open my sleepy eyes
But they were heavy
Too heavy to lift them up
I felt helpless...I cried...I wept
And when those tears rolled out...
They moistened and soften my eyes
With my fingers I pulled my eye lids up
And it was dark...absolute darkness
The warmth, the fragrance, the music
There was nothing...except that abysmal darkness
I cried,” have I become blind? “
And he laughed...No dear, you always were...
But from now you are no longer...
And he switched on the room’s light
 I was no more a blind.