The Good night Conversations....

She: It's 1:00 A.M. and just in case you forgot...you have office tomorrow!

He: (irritated) To hell with the office.

She: Oh really, then what are you going to do...

He: Talk to you, what else?

She: We are talking since 2 hours, how much more?

He: A little more, (thinking) 10 minutes

She: You are saying that for 1 hour now.

He: But this time it's the final one.

She: (smiling) Final, Pakka, sure?

He: (confused) ok, 15 minutes....

She: See, why can't men stick to one thing?

He: Because women make them confused.

She: Ya right, pass on the buck.

He: That's right...My Son papadi!

She: (smiles) Sure.

He: My Kaju ki Barfi!

She: (giggles) What, you mad?

He: My Hot Imaarthi!

She: (sigh) ok, enough!

He: My spicy Dahi Kachori!

She: (laughing) ok stop, i am feeling hungry.

He: I love you!

She: Good.

He: What good?

She: Kabhi kabhi yeh bhi kar lena chaiye...

He: You are such a Bitch.

She: I thought you loved bitches.

He: I like wild bitches, not dull ones like you.

She: You are an asshole.

He: At least, i am a clean one.

She: (shrugs) I am not talking to you.

He: Good, so should we sleep then...

She: Your wish.

He: What my wish, you said you don't want to talk.

She: You know what?

He: What?

She: Nothing.

He: Say it na...

She: I love you!

He: Good.

She: What good?

He: (laughs) Kabhi kabhi yeh bhi kar lena chaiye....

She: (irritated) Fine, good night.

He: good night.

She: (sighs) OK

He: Hmmmm....

She: Hmmmm..

He: (sounds of a kiss) Good night, sleep well.

She: You too, dream about me.

He: (Talking to himself) I have better things to do.

She: What?

He: No, nothing...Good night.

She: You meet me this weekend, i am going to kill you.

He: Fuck you would be better.

She: See the mirror and sleep.

He: Good night, love you.

She: Love you too, bye!

Movies which have stayed with me - 2

1) Ek Ruka Hua Faisla (1987)

Remake of Sidney Lumet's 12 angry men, this Hindi version exposes the fickle nature of human mind and multiple layers of behavioural patterns usually prevalent under "different" circumstances. Plagued by shoddy production values and jarring cinematography, it is a difficult watch in certain portions. But beneath all these shortcomings, lies a taut, absorbing and compelling drama that reaches beyond its normal court room setting. Excellent performances from the cast, specifically Pankaj kapoor and Annu Kapoor keeps the viewer spellbound. The closeup of most of the artists were deliberately taken to create an atmosphere of claustrophobia of being confined in a single room. I watched the English version undertaking a case study in one of the MBA units of Organisational behaviour. Later on, as soon as i came to know about our own desi version, i latched on to it and was pretty pleased with the movie. Try it!

2) Lamhe (1991)

Based on a story by Honey Irani...Lamhe is considered to be way ahead of its times, a reason generally construed for its lackluster box office performance. History repeated itself for Yash Chopra (who had a similar fate with Silsila) - a movie well appreciated by critics, still loved by the public but failed at the box office at the time of its release. Sridevi, (who actually lost her mother just before the shooting began) is absolutely mesmerising as a mother-daughter duo and delievered a powerful performance, be it in comedy or dramatic scenes. Soulful music, graceful Waheeda Rehman, great locations and on top of that, all exclusive one time wonder, a moustache-less Anil Kapoor...my personal favourite scene is the confrontation between Anil and Anupam Kher just before the climax, where (hold on your breath) Anil is slapped by Anupam five times (or four, did i count it right!!). One of the top romantic movies of Hindi cinema.

3) Andaz Apna Apna (1994)

It is astonishing to even imagine that a movie starring two of the biggest stars of the industry (in AK and SK) and directed by Raj kumar Santoshi (who made Ghayal and Damini immediately preceding that) will actually fail to even take a proper box office opening. It bombed miserably at the time of its release but have gained a strong cult following after that. Not only this, it is one of the highest grossing movie in the Indian Home entertainment section. Long time after Sholay and Deewar in the 1970's came a movie, whose dialogues were so uncommon, yet was on everyone's folk language. The flick in its deeper layers was actually a satire on the Hindi movie industry itself...larger-than-life heroes and the ever confused heroines of the 50's, the old 60's style music reminding how we have lost touch , the stupid see-saw games between villains and heroes (of the 80's) with weapons in a film climax, the extra-ordinarily stupid cronies of the main villain (of 70's). It was a remarkable performance by the ensemble cast where it is really difficult to choose who was better than the other. One of my all time favourite!

4) Swades (2004)

Swades was inspired by the true story of a NRI couple who returned to India from US and developed the pedal power generator in order to provide light in off-grid schools in and around their native village. To start with the shortcomings, the movie suffered due to lot of issues - a sluggish pace, an over-indulgent director, too many songs in the middle and trying to cram too many social issues in one space. It failed to do well at the box office, but over the past few years have gained popularity. Prominent reason is attributed to the "non-heroic" performance of SRK and the soulful AR Rahman's music. There are some tear jerking scenes and poignant moments in the film, but majorly it stays in your mind long after the end credits have rolled in because it makes you think about your country without being judgmental. it makes you think about the issues of our society without providing any concrete solutions. Because, honestly it should be left to an individual how one want to make it's own country better, if at all.

PS: After the first part here, I have been a little short on following up with this series on a consistent basis, but will surely provide more soon. In the meanwhile, let me know any of your favourite movies which may not have done well at the box office, but remain special for some reason. Happy movie watching....cheers!!

Bhool gayi tum....

Bhool gayi tum...

Jab purani Maruti800 mein hum Murthal aloo ke paranthe khaane jaate the...

Jab sayani se kudi ban kar hum tum thulle ka popat bana kar aate the...

Jab Mughal sarai ke ande khaane mein tumhari train choot jaya karthi thi...

Jab PSR ki tang galiyon mein mujhe mana kar tum khud hi ruth jaya karthi thi...

Bhool gayi tum...

Jab priya ki 7rs wali ticket lekar front row mein hum picture dekha karthe the...

Jab MAMC ke prakash shikanji wale par hum bottoms-up kiya karthe the..

Jab Mandi house ke theatre mein bina ticket hum play dekha karthe the...

Jab dariyaganj sunday market mein premchand par mol-bhaav kiya karthe the...

Bhool gayi tum...

Jab CP Keventers par vanilla milkshake se tum nakli moochein banathi thi..

Jab Qutub ke Iron pillar par dono hathon ke milne par itraathi thi, itlathi thi...

Jab India gate par budiyaa ke baal noch noch kar mujhe khilaya karthi thi...

Jab Dariba kalan par tum rang-birangi chooriyaan hathon mein sajaya karthi thi...

Bhool gayi tum....

Jab Lotus temple ke andar shor macha kar mujhe aage kar diya karthi thi...

Jab Purana Qila ke hijjade aaane par mujhe peeche kar sabko theek kar diya karthi thi..

Jab British Library ke mej par "no-more-plz" keh aaundhe muh so jaya karthi thi..

Jab Bittu bataashe wale par "one-more-plz" keh kar golgappe thunsa karthi thi...

Bhool gayi tum....

Jab Pragati maidan ke Trade fair mein hum luka-chuppi khela karthe the...

Jab Chatharpur ke mandir mein do-sau ki bheed se prasad ka kela laya karthe the..

Jab Lodhi garden mein hari ghaas mein baithe hum dhoop saikha karthe the..

Jab Cathedral church ki seedhiyon par tumhare roop par cheta-kaashi karthe the..

I miss Delhi a little... I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day !!

PS: You may go anywhere in this world...there is nothing like your hometown. It will always remain special and will carry nostalgic memories. For me, Delhi will always hold importance for those reasons, those remembrances and those romantic moments. Happy Independence Day to all....Cheers!

Memories: Deep-down memories, heart-felt memories !!

Memories are just not an individual's ability to retain and recall information, it is much more than that. Memories stuck for a lifetime, they drag you for a lifetime. Whatever you attempt to do to de -attach yourself, they always comes back to you in the most unexpected form. They may make you sad, happy, gloomy or crabby, but they will make sure to leave their silent footprints on your subconsciousness. Memories allow you to rejoice in other people's good fortunes, yet they withdraw you from your own fortunes. Memories are sometimes like eating your favourite dish with a bucketful of salt, pepper and chilly powder; yet memories are like providing a permanence of an ice cube in the desert of loneliness.

Memories are like ghost stories, they scare you, they excite you, they beat the hell out of you. They come silently in your mind, without any pretensions or provocations.They bring out the emotional vulnerability inside you, they bring a new personality outside to others. Memories help you in pushing your inner limits, it test the predefined and rigid boundaries in your life. Memories open the new avenues of love, it also close down the old illusions of lust. Memories provide you with an inner peace of mind, it also provide the outbursts of excruciation. Memories are the one which can provide the most ecstatic, euphoric, overwhelming joys of life...yet, memories are the one which can kill you with their unabashed, brazen, and sullen innuendos.

Memories are like pins in the voodoo doll, killing you slowly, sucking your blood gradually. They are not just interceding by the supreme human affairs...but are ruled by the unknown, unwanted and unjustified spirits. Memories form the foundation of self love or for that matter love in any relationship. Memories are the single ego boosting device, yet the most soul destroying advice. Memories are the pre-requisite of loving each other, yet memories become the anti-requisite for loving oneself. Memories provides with the self confidence unswerving by the outside events and opinions, yet they are the one who destroy the inner soul's effects and sentiments.

Memories are like bisexual bitches, moving to and fro to both sexes...guided only by germane emotions, sounding like a fake orgasm when uttered...full of fierce tonality and executed with forward velocity. Memories are a true interaction with one's soul...one of the most fearfully feral variety, one which noshes under the spirit, one which nibbles away at your courage, one which spits out scraps of fear, regret and sadness. Memories are like climaxing the subtle sweetness down your throat, yet don't stop slinging till its too bitter. Memories are the stolen snippets of silence, yet they are the most boisterous trail blazers rapped in the pathetic, pretentious pap. Memories are like a brutish beast seeking nourishment in the province of your head and heart, yet memories are the torch bearers for a peaceful and colorful society.

In the end, Memories are what is left after something happens, yet does not completely unhappen....