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February 23, 2011

Book review - 9 : Delhi Noir

Delhi Noir (2009)

Publisher: Harper Collins (in India)
Editor: Hirsh Sawhney

Delhi Noir is a world of sex in parks, dirty cops, and vigilante rickshaw drivers. It is one plagued by soulless corporate dons, jaded journalists and murderous servants. These are 14 tales of darkness and despair, each one set in the distinct part of the city, a metropolis where opulence and poverty are constantly clashing, where old-world values and the information age wage a constant battle. It uses the device of crime fiction and film noir to provide riveting, incisive perspectives on this ever changing city.

Delhi Noir is definitely the best book i have read this year. It provides a murky, detestable side of the city and is extremely engrossing and enjoyable. There is so much happening in each of the story that you have to pause before moving on to the next one because the excitement in your stomach hasn't subsided from the last one. The book is divided into three parts - each having a common theme which deals with police, youth and middle class.

Part 1 - With you, For you, Always

"Yesterday Man" written by Omair Ahmad take us into the lives of detectives and solving of a peculiar case whose motive lies in the cover up of an important file dealing with 1984 massacre of innocent Sikhs in the wake of Prime minister Indira Gandhi's assassination. Based in and around Ashram, it is dark and humorous in equal proportions and there is an uneasy mix of rawness with brutality in the narrative. A great start to the book !!

"How I lost my clothes" written by Radhika Jha is arguably the weakest story in the book. It has an interesting premise and provides a stark naked opinion about the divide of rich and poor in the city. Based around Lodhi Gardens, the story falls apart in its last act because it's trying to be too cool, philosophical and mystical, all at the same time ultimately making a mess of a decent story. But there are some real chilling moments to be explored here and it makes a specious argument about the effects of inequality among the people.

"Last in, First Out" penned by Irwin Allan Sealy is my personal favourite in the book. Situated in the youth centric, yet dangerous terrains of Delhi Ridge; it brings home a valid issue about the numerous, yet unreported cases of sexual assault on couples visiting this area in late evening for some clandestine romantic moments. Told from an auto-rickshaw driver point of view, it punches you in the gut when he try to prevent a couple from the hands of a bunch of rapists. You can't help feeling the irony of the situation...because believe it or not, it could be you as well.

"Parking" by Ruchir Joshi is based in Nizamuddin West Area. It is a powerful revenge story by the brutal and corrupt policemen lurking near the parking areas in the hope of a quick bribe. The narrative is brisk and one tone but at the same time it also highlights how the misuse of power ultimately backfires and then, unfortunately for the power holders there is no looking back but a dark and dangerous situation to deal with. This story has some of the best one-liners in the whole book.

"Hissing Cobras" by Nalinaksha Bhattacharya is a female retribution story located in posh R.K. Puram area of south Delhi. Mukta, the central protagonist is sexually exploited by the police officer who is working on the case involving the death of her own mother in law. Even though predictable in parts, it still has a raw energy floating in the narrative because the writer never shy away in showing the 'cheaper' and 'slutty' ways of Mukta's grey personality to get her work done. And yes, there is a great pun intended on the regressive saas-bahu serials.

Part 2 - Youngistan

"The Railway Aunty" by Mohan Sikka exposes a gigolo rung run by a seemingly simple house-wife living in the obnoxious by-lanes of Paharganj. It exposes the fragility of the youth which can go to any distance for earning some quick buck. There is a hefty mix of desire and danger mushrooming among all the characters. So even if you cringe in embarrassment by their sexual innuendos, you can't move an inch while the story unfolds in front of your eyes.

"Hostel" by Siddharth Chowdhary is set in the North campus of Delhi university, where a group of students are voyeuristically engrossed in the sexual escapades of their landlord, who incidentally is a notorious gangster. It is sensual, gory and gritty at several points in the narrative, never letting go of the stark realism it has set itself. This short story also forms the first chapter of the novel, Day Scholar written by the same author.

"Small Fry" by Meera Nair takes you along the ISBT of Kashmiri Gate, where an innocent kid working for a bus driver gets involved in adult crime to earn some quick buck, only to realise the fatal consequences later on. Watch out how he gets sucked into the whole drama, even when he is half-willingly to immerse himself into it. In a city where the haves are constantly clashing with have-nots; this is a dark, almost disturbing story to read.

"Fit of rage" by Palash Krishan Mehrotra pans out in Defence Colony. It covers an important issue regarding safety of senior citizens/old people in the city. I personally believe the development of any city is dependent on how these people feel while living here. Unfortunately, Delhi falls behind big time in ensuring their well being. The story is an exhilarating account of how the servants working for years in a home turns evil to kill their old employers to earn some easy money.

"Just another death" by Hartosh Singh Bal opens up the other side of the Yamuna and set his story in Gyan Kunj. It recounts the story of a young reporter surviving in a newspaper industry on the brink of a massive change. There is a distant disaffection with all the characters here, not because everyone is so mean but all provides a stark realism of the kind of manipulative world we live in these days.

Part 3 - Walled City, World City

"Gautam under a tree" written by Hirsh Sawhney himself traces the lanes of Green Park, a location where people from various strata of society meets, interacts and forget about each other in a matter of moments. It traces life of an ex-journalist looking for affection and coming into terms with his own past in one way or another. It does get too preachy at times, but don't judge by its appearance because it has lot of heart and some genuine lump-in-the-throat moments.

"The Scam" by Tabish Khair is set around Jantar Mantar and focuses on the numerous migrants from different parts of India who have shifted here in the hope of a better living but ultimately leading a hand-to-mouth existence by cooking, cleaning and shining shoes. The tale is a nice mixture of following your instinct or giving up cynicism while coping up with all the struggles to live every day in this cosmopolitan city.

"The walls of Delhi" by Uday Prakash has been translated from Hindi and is located in Rohini. The protagonist Ramniwas has stumbled upon a lot of 'black money', surreptitiously shoved in a wall in the house of his employer. This begins an enthralling journey where he starts spending the money to improve life style of his own family and the related complications thereafter. The psychological and sociological aspects of the whole journey provides a chilling adrenalin pumping experience of reading which is truly memorable.

"Cull" by Manjula Padmanabhan, set in Bhalswa is a fitting end to the book. It is in a sci-fiction mode and delivers a futuristic tale of caste divide in this "walled city" of Delhi. It has inherent sincerity attached to it and remains true to the spirit of the city, not for a moment compromising on the violent and almost cynical side of Delhi.

I am going with 4/5 for Delhi Noir, an anthology edited by Hirsh Sawhney. Almost all the stories are riveting tales of sexual voraciousness, corruption, hatred, greed, vengeance and above all, dark underbelly life of this urban city. All the character are flesh and blood, and even though you may hate a lot of them, you can't ignore reading their fascinating trials and tribulations. Don't miss out on this one, Strongly recommended!!

February 22, 2011

Presidential Twins?

I am sure you may have read this information in those forwarded mails, but here's a little part of US history which makes you go hmm.....

Have a history teacher explain this, if he/she can.....
  • Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846 and John F Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
  • Abraham Lincoln was elected president in 1860 and John F Kennedy in 1960.
  • The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.
  • Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
  • Their mothers was living in the White House when they both were killed.
  • Both presidents were shot on a Friday.
  • Both Presidents were shot in the head.
  • Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy and Kennedy secretary was named Lincoln.
  • Both were assassinated by Southerners.
  • Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
  • Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
  • Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.
  • John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
  • Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.
  • Both assassins were known by their three names.
  • Both assassins names are composed of 15 letters.
  • Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford'.
  • Kennedy was shot in a car called 'Lincoln'.
  • Booth ran from the theater and was caught in a warehouse.
  • Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater.
  • Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials could begin.
And here is the final kicker....
  • A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland
  • A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with ...guess who, Marilyn Monroe.
Creepy, huh?

Cheers! :)

February 20, 2011

Book Review - 8 : Delayed Monsoon

Delayed Monsoon (2011)

Author: Chitralekha Paul
Publisher: Cedar Books

Abhilasha, the mother of a grown up girl, felt the transformation of a barren landscape of her life into a thriving oasis when she finally meets the love (Arvind) she had longed for, though in the most unusual of circumstances and in the most unusual of places - the internet. Now she is caught up in a dilemma whether to listen to her mind or to follow the beats of her heart. Going through an emotional roller coaster, she finally reached a stage where her passion turned into compassion, where all other conflicts appear trivial. In this scenario, none of her loved ones was left behind. A strong conviction bonded and inspired everyone to undertake life's journey where the rough edges were smoothened by the healing touch of love.

The book follows a straight narrative from Abhilasha's childhood as she unravels the strings of her heart, gets in and out of the denial mode of romance and figures out whom she actually loves and what exactly she wants in life. The whole falling-in-love process between Abhilasha and Arvind is imaginative, grimly and complicated, all at the same time. It has several tender moments to nurture and worth savouring. The narrative is ultra-descriptive and author has an eye for detail. But haven't we heard, too much of anything is always bad.

My problem with 'Delayed monsoon' is that it's about 50 pages too long and its too dry to be classified as a fiction novel. There are long monologues (sometimes over 1-1.5 pages) and hardly any conversations happening. I can think of at least two sub plots which could have been easily eliminated - One, a dream sequence in which Abhilasha contemplates the vicissitudes of married life with Shohuvik (her first love in college) and second, a back story of Kaveri who has killed her own father after many torturous incidents of domestic violence. The first one don't add much to the main storyline as it is not the real reason why she feels emotional emptiness in her marriage and second one don't delve sufficiently into the emotional metamorphosis which may occur in the Abhilasha's character because of her meeting with Kaveri. It just appears that the author was bursting with a hundred stories and decided to tell them all at once in one book. As a result, the book turns out to be pages from the diary of an individual rather than any coherent screenplay.

I also thought that each chapter title gave away too much information, they almost summaries the chapter which is a cardinal sin to do in a fiction book. for e.g: A chapter is titled as - Instead of sailing together, they started drifting apart. Now, titles like these which are present all through the book simply kills the excitement because you already know which way the narrative is going to take you and you are just waiting to see how it unfolds.

I also felt a little undone by Nikhil's character, who is partially blamed to be responsible for the monotonous marriage with Abhilasha... but why exactly none of them are ready to work on their marriage is never fully comprehended. There is a nice twist at the end of the book which makes for an almost philosophical albeit partially practical situation. It ticks off a thought process inside you about how exactly we as individuals don't have to necessarily choose between right and wrong, but sometimes both of it at the same time.

I am going with 2/5 for Chitralekha's first book, 'Delayed monsoon'. It's well intended and neatly packaged, but at the same time it is long, indulgent and exhausting. If you are patient, and willing to work with such shortcomings, there is an inherent sincerity waiting to be explored. It's a modest book in terms of its approach, built up and sensibilities, and i mean it in the best form of the word.

February 19, 2011

Wish-List of 2011 Cricket World Cup...

So another Cricket World Cup is about to begin today... ICC promised after the debacle of 2007 WC that they will design the next one shorter and make sure top (read, financially strong) teams stays in it for a longer duration. Well, they have reduced it by 3 days and changed the format to accomodate India (who else!) for minimum of 4 weeks. So, many congratulations to them..Well done!!!!

Coming back to cricket, here is my WISHLIST for this World Cup:

I secretly wish Kevin Pietersen can score more centuries than the number of fornicating tweets he sends to the ECB, for which he later send "heart-felt" apologies. I hope Mahendra Singh Dhoni can score more number of runs than the cumulative number of times he blurts "well, off course" during toss and post-match presentations. I hope Shakib-al-hasan is now approached by Balaji Telefilms after showing her emotional side sitting on a rickshaw during the opening ceremony of the WC. I hope Sreesanth irritates the Indian team enough, so that Bhajji does not feel the odd man out to have the privilege of slapping Kochi's monster Indicommander. I hope Shahid Afridi is well fed before each game, so that he don't show her biting skills on the ball again to all of us. I hope Sachin Tendulkar can get to three more centuries to make 100 international tons, winning a WC will be an exception to his long and illustrious statistically-brilliant career. I hope Micheal Clarke can finally find a way to play spin bowling in India, his mind is still spinning from the publicly exposed nude pictures of Lara Bingle last year. I hope Jacques Kallis have a hair-raising experience at the WC, it's high time he gets his due for being the best all-rounder in cricket today. I hope Chirs Gayle can show some of his calypso dancing skills, good performance by WI is exactly what dreams are made up of. I hope Brendon Macculum can finally show some hitting skills in the WC which will ensure he plays in the next 5 editions of Indian Premiere league. I hope Tillikratne Dilshan can invent some new ice-cream flavoured shots to find new ways to entertain himself, if not others.

I hope Pakistan will win their league games against Canada, Kenya and Zimbabwe so that they are not thrown out the 10-team 2015 WC, albeit with Ijaz Butt at the helm of affairs, you can expect anything. I hope South Africa don't figure out a new way of choking in a crunch game, after all the mental help provided by the shrinks they have employed over the last 4 years. I hope New Zealand can at least beat Canada, this is their best chance to get a win in the sub-continent, after being thrashed by Bangladesh and India in the ODI series in Oct-Dec last year. I hope England can finally wake up from the 90-day-long Ashes winning celebrations and realises they haven't made into the semi-finals of the ODI WC since 1992. I hope Indian players can find some time and enregy left to play cricket afterthey have spent most of the time drying paint from their scantily-clad bodies during the shoot of Pepsi commerical. For the nth-time in the WC history, Zimbabwe can focus on exploring the by-lanes of all the cities than bothering about their team performance, i believe they still have the potential to play ODIs. I hope Australia find a decent spinner in the back waters of Strandbroke Island because they are the only team who think can win this WC using pace bowlers only. I hope Sri Lanka can finally play a tournament where they are not bored reading books on LTTE while it rains all the time on the field. I hope Holland, Canada and Kenya enjoy themselves on the big WC stage one last time, since Haroon Langoor is not very keen on seeing any team playing and not provide any financial incentive for ICC.

Finally, I hope if we don't burn too many crackers in Wankhede Stadium if India wins (or Pakistan/Australia loses) in the final of the WC, because fire security is the least priority for BCCI at this moment. But seriously speaking, even though I would love to see India in the finals, but can't help visualising Kenya-Holland playing each other on April 2. Clearly by the law of averages, their time has arrived.

PS: The writer is a cricket fanatic who promises to be on Facebook and twiiter for the next 6 weeks/23 hours and bore you with all the updates from the WC. He often likes to exaggerate, just like he did in the last sentence.

February 15, 2011

Book Review - 7 : Piece of Cake

Author: Swati Kaushal
Publication: Penguin India

Minal sharma, MBA. Five foot ten. 29-year-old with a hyperactive conscience and a ton of attitude. Minal wants it all- a successful career at International Foods, a lifestyle to match and a 'totally' cool guy who'll buy her diamonds, bring her flowers and laugh at her jokes. But given the unending record of her life's embarrassment it's not going to be that simple. Especially when her mother's decided to take charge of the matrimonial front and the choice Minal has to make is between a wild and sexy radio jockey and a brilliant but boring oncologist. And it doesn't help that her new colleague on a make-or-break 'Cakes' assignment is a nasty, grudge-bearing kid from her childhood who just might be out to sabotage her career.

You know, the basic problem i find with these chic-lit (or stud-lit) novels in the Indian fiction these days is that there is too much of 'coolness' shoven down our throats without either being funny or sensical. The tone and build up in this book is OK, it does reach a high point but after that it just falls apart because there is very less happening and too much blabbering. It is painfully dull in parts and fails to engage the readers. And on top of that, it is just not entertaining enough to forget all its flaws and turn it into a time pass reading.

There are some serious loopholes in the narrative, explanations of which i have found extremely impossible to understand. How on this world will you explain Minal taking responsibility of a work-related disaster without even cross verifying the details with the Radio Jockey she is attracted to, who incidentally is doubted to be the reason behind the goof-up? Not only this, she takes a demotion and move into sales department in a rural region. Let me be frank, no one is a saint these days in the corporate world. I can still understand owning up to your mistake if you are the guilty party but when you are not sure yourself, how can you take THAT plunge? How can she not bother to talk to the RJ even once and clarify the misconception in her professional life? why she can't go around and talk to a person who lives 2 floors below her own flat, and so what if he is out of town for couple of's your bloody career after all !!

It's even difficult to fathom all these corporate blunders from the author, who is an IIM graduate and have previously worked with Big MNC's. It's a pity because even though the boardroom scenes are well written, the narrative just falls apart when the professional and personal lives of the protagonist collide, mainly due to convenient ways of resolving conflicts.

How can you explain Minal not even showing an iota of interest in RJ's life even when she has dumped the oncologist and ultimately falls for a simpleton working in the same company (by the last chapter). And where the hell her mom disappears every time... after suggesting a man for her, it appears her sole motivation is limited to just come for half a chapter and propose a groom for marriage.I even found myself second guessing the dialogues before hand at certain sub plots, they are THAT predictable and superficial.

There is one genuinely funny chapter in which she deliberately sets fire alarm of her own flat on coming to know how a perspective groom sent by her mother is actually giving her marks on every "asset" of being a wife. Even the scene in the charity function, even though misplaced in the narrative is well written and oozes warmth and affection. The tone of the book is light but it never picks up and has a flat feel to it. At 364 pages, it is about 100 pages too long and leaves you exhausted by the time you reach end of it. And if you are a reader of my kind, who generally finishes a book in 1-2 sitting(s), you are doomed.

I am going with 1.5/5 for Swati Kaushal's debut novel, Piece of Cake. Read it if you are in the mood over going a mindless ruminations of a "successful" professional girl seeking companionship at the wrong side of the 20's. It's an exercise in excess, with some tight editing it could have been a better read than in it's current form. In the end, the feel good moments are few and far between in what is ultimately a slow, silly book. The sweetness in this cake is missing!

February 8, 2011

The winter rain conversations...

She: So..can you feel it?
He: (looking up), what?
She: (pouted face) Nothing..
He: ok....
She: Stupid, the smell of wet earth in winter rains.
He: And the smell of you wet in it.
She: will you ever stop being cheap?
He: yes, i can
She: When?
He: when you stop calling me cheap.
She: That's what you denying it. it's a FACT.
He: Thank you very much. Your GK sucks.
She: At least i don't
He: yes, i know you can't suck. Last time also....
She: (butting in) ok stop, don't go in details. Why are all men jerks?
He: Because men are happy with what they are, women can't see beyond themselves.
She: What rubbish?
He: I am serious.
She: Explain.
He: Think about it.
She: (thinking) you tell me, i can't
He: see, women can't ever read men's mind.
She: What to read in there dude, it's a single white screen with three letter words on it...SEX
He: See..that's the problem. You don't want to see any other perspective of men.
She: Like what?
He: Like what they feel when women start getting romantic every time it rains.
She: Go on..
He: Like what they feel when women shop on and on and men do nothing but stares on the walls.
She: Or other girls...
He: well, if there are options, why not?
She: Now, you wanted me to see THIS perspective.
He: Well, this is one of them.
She: And how cheap is that, do you have any idea?
He: Well, i'll say perspectives differ.
She: I'll hit you, like seriously.
He: Hit me hard, baby
She: Stop being cheesy
He: and you stop eating cheese. You are getting fat.
She: what the F...
He: You are not getting any of it, till you reduce your weight.
She: I am like this, take it or leave it.
He: OK, i am leaving.
She: Good for me
He: I am leaving from here, it has stopped raining
She: Without me?
He: You can come along.
She: (straight face) You want to carry a fat girl with you.
He: Do i have another choice?
She: (smiling) not really
He: So why are you asking?
She: Ainveyi.......just like that.
He: (Singing) Oye, Mein to ainvein ainvein lut gaya.
She: I love you, baby
He: I love you, fatty.

February 6, 2011

Book Review - 6 : My Friend Sancho

Author: Amit Varma
Publisher: Hachette Books

When crime reporter Abir Ganguly is called out by the police to cover a routine arrest one night, the last thing he expects is a shootout. But bullets are fired, and a man is dead. Did the cops screw up? Abir's boss, not knowing that he was at the scene if the crume, wants him to file a story about the victim. For this, he must meet Muneeza, aka Sancho, the dead man's teenage daughter. Over the next few days, an unlikely friendship forms between the glib, wisecracking 'armchair cynic' and the simple girl who 'travels on buses'. Can their fragile relationship survive the circumstances that brought them together? More importantly, can it survive the machinations of the jealous lizard that shares Abir's flat?

Firstly, let me confess that before picking MFS, I wanted to go through Amit Varma's famous blog, India Uncut. There is a notion prevailing that people who have been an ardent reader of his blog will identify with the book more and others may just feel alienated. But eventually i decided against it, I think it's important to read every book independently and to judge it on its own merits. And in all honesty, that's the approach I finally took while reading and critiquing this book. Now all i can say is... two cynical people always connect in life, you don't have to read other people thoughts before hand :P

Let me start with the shortcoming - the biggest problem is the drama and the action are conspicuous by their absence. Trust me, the above blurb of the book is the only story twist and turn in the narrative which is a pity, because it had the core elements of humour and wit in the right place. Even though i must add that it is a character-centric book, in which the trials and twists in the screenplay does not come from the basic plot, but from the character's motivations and catharsis.

I can understand that the author doesn't want to make it into a "serious" literature even while making points about serious issues. But there is no excuse for taking the readers for granted and not even giving a decent narrative to take home. So even though nothing much happens all through the book, it still holds your attention because it fulfills the basic premise when you decide to pick a book - it entertains you.

What is excellent in the book is the irreverent humour and an adorable charm of being wacky and sarcastic. There are quirky punchlines thrown every now and too many similar references of cow, politics and pet animals just like his blog (which i have read now after finishing the book). Even though there are too many pointers of himself and his blog which may be goofed off considering it as an in-joke but unfortunately, it is done repetitively and at times, on such inopportune borders on narcissism and ultimately puts off the reader. However, with engaging dialogues, crackling wisecracks, and long food-for-thought passages, the book always keeps you on tenterhooks.

The romance between Abir and Muneeza has a fresh feel of innocence and to the credit of the author it is never being down graded by the cliche' of making it an inter-religion or a caste issue. The moments of introspection and procrastination have been written with aplomb, which are deeply entertaining yet makes you cringe with embarrassment since you may have experienced them yourself at some point of time in your life. Almost all the characters are grey, even Inspector Thombre who has kills Muneeza's father by mistake is portrayed to be sympathetic, citing his low case upbringing. It is pretty evident that the author doesn't want to take sides and let readers decide what is right and wrong in the characters.

I was also a tad underwhelmed by the role of the lizard at Abir's home, which is portrayed to be a really important part of his conscience but eventually falls apart by the end of the book. No doubts its well intended and provides the required sarcasm, but it never fly off on an tangent to make it more memorable. Similar sentiments are also echoed by the sudden climax of the book which may also be an indication for a sequel.

I am going to be a little forgiving regarding the lack of a proper plot and will go for 3/5 for Amit Varma's first book, My friend Sancho. It reminded me of Arvind Adiga's "The White Tiger", one of the best straight faced humane humour book published in recent memory. If you are cynical with life or catches yourself every now and then thinking too deep about mundane things (like me!), you have to read this one. I am going to buy his next book, but Mr. Varma...can we have some concrete storyline next time please?

February 1, 2011

Bollywood Best lines - 2

bhaiiiii.....tum sign karthe ho ya nahin!!


(AB) Aap ka naam kya hain? (RG) Pooja (AB) Mera naam Pujaari nahin ho saktha !

- Kabhie Kabhie(1976)

Mohabbat bhi zindagi ki tarah hoti hain, har mod aasaan nahin hota, har mod par khushi nahin milthi...par jab hum zindagi ka saath nahin chorthe, to phir mohabbat ka sath kyun chore.

- Mohabbatein (2000)

Aisa hi hoon mein.

-Pyaar to hona hi tha (1998)

Isse Liquid oxygen mein daal do, Liquid isse jeene nahin dega aur oxygen isse marne nahin degi


Jo Mard hota hain, usse dard nahin hota.

- Mard(1982)

Koi baat nahin Simran, Bade bade shehron ki choti choti buses mein aisi baatein hoti rehti hain

-Love, sex aur Dhoka (2010)

tariq par tariq, tariq par tariq, tariq par tarik milthi rahi hai my lord, par insaaf nahin mila...insaf nahin my lord, mili hain to sirf yeh Tariq

-Damini (1993)

Mein to yeh kehta hoon ki Aap to purush hi nahin hain....mahapurush hain, mahapurush!

-Andaz Apna Apna(1994)

Sanyam (patience) to mujh mein itna hain ki mein pathar se sheeshe ko todtha hoon


Bhagwaan se kahoonga ke "Ae bhagwaan, tu insaan banatha hain to usko pet mat de, pet deta hain to bhook mat de aur agar bhook deta hain to kam se kam do waqt ki roti to de

-Roti (1974)

Picture abhi baaki hain mere dost

-Om Shanti Om (2007)

Apun to bad luck hi kharab hain


Rahul....naam to suna hoga

-Dil to pagal hain (1997)

Keh Diya na...bus keh diya...bus.

-Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gum(2001)

ladkiyon ko humhari zarooorat kam aur humhein unki zyada hain

-Hum tum(2004)

Jaante hain aap, par samajhte yeh sirf ek itefaaq aap mere baap hain aur mein aap ka beta.


Aaj bhi tera baap tujhe dekhta hoga to soctha hoga, "kaash us raat mein jaldi so gaya hota"

-Yamla Pagla Deewana(2011)

Jisne 25 saal se roz apni maa ko thoda thoda marthe dekha hoon, usse maut se kya daar lagega


Hum ek baar jeete hain, ek baar marthe hain, shadhi bhi ek baar hoti hain...aur pyaar, woh bhi sirf ek baar

-Kuch Kuch Hota hain (1998)

Govardhan Seth, Samudra mein tairane wale kuyen aur talaabon mein dubkiyaan nahin lagaathe hain

-Sharabi (1982)

Bas yahin, idhar udhar ki baatein wagarah wagarah

-I hate luv storys (2010)

Mein Teja hoon kyunki mera naam bhi Teja hain

- Andaz Apna Apna (1994)

Sharat ghodon par lagaathe hain kathor, sheron par nahin

-Omkara (2006)

To aisa karthe hain, khaalujaan mein se "khalu" nikal dete hain

-Ishqiya (2010)

Are to ambaassador mein marwa de, mujhe to marne par bhi mercedes naseeb nahin hain

-Do Dooni Char (2010)

Shadhi chote bhai ke sath aur suaag raat bade bhai ke sath

- Race (2008)

PS: You may read the first part of this series too....Have fun, cheers!