My Pug Marks

those staring cold blue eyes piercing through the darkness a concentrated wave of ice delivered in a straight gaze that sparkling white face flawless to perfection hair would fall  as if it never could stay an unwavering still grip over the enchantingly crafted gold a few cold blue veins just jutting jugular veins the mosaic of freezing red blood ice grey shining steel a last drop of it falling before darkness takes over to his death 

This Saturday saw me making an impulsive decision. Went for a completely unknown entity in the movie world named Antardwand . This movie has won The National Award for highlighting a lesser known social issue of groom kidnapping in Bihar. With this knowledge, I was sitting in a sparsely populated Audi 4 of PVR Metropolitan. Antardwand couldn't be more aptly named. Translated into English, it means - The Inner Duels. Each character in the movie was battling through various thoughts which were finally displayed in their actions. When Bihar comes to mind, one would imagine the typical Hindi dialects, the crass countryside. This movie captures the true Bihar. Based in a small town, it knocks down many cliches we hold about the state. However, also beautifully put across is how normal people get intertwined with abnormal things which is very hard for us to imagine sitting in the metros of India. We are almost insulated and untouched by reality.  A father's desperation to find th...

Spoiler Alert:  May contain brief description of a few scenes from the movie which will not impact the viewing experience. With nothing better to do and nothing better to watch - we cousins headed for Lafangey Parindey . It was very odd to have a film named so crass coming from the YRF banner.  There have been many movies built around the theme and life in Mumbai, especially capturing the plight and penury of people living in chawls. A constant overtone of how life is difficult in Mumbai and still it continues to just manage itself with millions of anomalies. Not this one. And that was a refreshing change. The movie is set in Tilakwaadi, depicting one of the many waadis in Mumbai where people live and struggle with Mumbai and their lives in Mumbai. But there was no preaching. It was a completely honest movie. Pinky and Nandu, the protagonists in the movie live their oh-so-normal lives with passion and a zest to achieve something bigger. She dreams of being one of the best...

Spoiler Alert: May contain brief description of a few scenes from the movie which will not impact the viewing experience. Finally, got time to spend a nice Sunday and decided to watch the much hyped Peepli [Live] . Needless to say, it is totally worth it. Anusha Rizvi  dished out a very tight script and directed the movie almost to  perfection. The only sad part - this sort of a movie is a wasted effort with most of the Indian audience. Why would I say that? Do I consider myself to be the only smart one out there? Not really. But here is why. As we all know from the trailers , this movie is a satirical description of the disturbing trend of farmer suicides in Vidharba and other agricultural belts in the country. It is a tough ask to depict something painful with humor thrown in and the movie does complete justice to the cause. The character Natha pulls off an amazing role representing a farmer whose land is sold off due to his inability to pay the debt. He has no money...

Residents of Gurgaon would definitely know about the electricity woes here, summers being a nightmare at times. Good old days of the city being quiet and simple are gone. It is now touted as the 'Millennium City' and the 'City of Malls'. Millennium City because it still faces the problems only heard of in Millennium B.C. and City of Malls because that is probably the only weekend getaway people can have. Anyway, coming to the point. With a recently changed electricity meter (it literally burnt up in flames) and a jugaad fixed transformer, our woes were alleviated to a small extent. And then it happened. Of all the things, the house bell stopped working. Of course we can do without a bell for some time and trust me we did too. Mom's patience with our lack of interest to get it fixed was running out. She kept saying that she would shut the door at the stairs (we live on first floor) and if anyone comes, he will go back as we would not be able to hear him! We laze ar...

The new job saw me going to Hyderabad for a fortnight's training. It also gave me a chance to visit some good old friends of mine who have been working there. It used to be a refreshing change at the weekends after a week's training sessions and being unknown to the city.  After the regular Buddha  statue visit at Hussain Sagar  lake which everyone who visits Hyderabad, I was shown around the impressive building which my friends call their office. And as we were sitting in the cafeteria talking of times new and old, a very interesting piece of discussion ensued. My little chubby and cute friend from college asked out of the blue -  Do you all know that Dosa  is actually Dosai?   Rest of us just gave our eyebrows a little tilt in our minds and one of us said - Yea well, it is how people prefer to call it in this part of the world. What about it? My little friend being adamant to prove her point explained us with words and action something that kep...

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