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मां के बगल में बैठी चंदा ट्रेन की खिड़की से पीछे जाते हुए पेड़ों को देख रही थी। क्या ये पेड़ भी हमारी तरह चलते हैं? उसने मन ही मन सोचा। और चलते हैं तो जाते कहाँ हैं? क्या उनका भी कोई अॉफ़िस होगा जहाँ सारे पेड़ मिलकर तय करते होंगे कि इस बार कौन सा फल उगाएंगे। काश वो भी उनके साथ जा पाती और उनसे कह पाती कि उसे आम बहुत पसंद हैं और वो पूरे साल आम उगाएं।<br />
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चंदा ये सब सोच ही रही थी कि तभी उसे एक चिड़िया नज़र आई, पूरी ताकत के साथ उड़ते हुए जैसे कहीं पहुँचने की जल्दी में हो। जैसे कोई ट्रेन छूटने वाली हो।और वो तितली जो अभी खिड़की के बाहर ट्रेन के साथ-साथ उड़ रही थी, क्या वो अगले स्टेशन पर सबकी तरह झट से ट्रेन में चढ़ पाएगी? एक बादल भी चल रहा था साथ-साथ। नीले आसमान की बड़ी सी प्लेट पर रखा बादल चंदा को बिल्कुल उसकी मनपसंद इक्कीम (आइसक्रीम) जैसा लगा, सफ़ेद और गुदगुदा। मन किया कि चम्मच लेकर चख ले थोड़ा सा। पर अभी नहीं, अभी तो वो स्कूल जा रही थी और सोच रही थी कि काश ये पेड़, ये चिड़िया, ये तितली और ये बादल भी उसके साथ चल पाते।shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-90703909422927216392015-06-01T18:46:00.001+05:302015-06-03T14:51:45.504+05:30Book Review - Karna - The Unsung Hero of the Mahabharata<!-- Go to www.addthis.com/dashboard to customize your tools -->
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There’s considerably less written about the the dark and brooding tragic hero of Mahabharata. Leadstart’s latest title, written by <b>Umesh Kotru</b> and <b>Ashutosh Zutshi</b>, focuses on Karna’s life after being abandoned by his biological mother Kunti.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">The book starts on an interesting note, tracing Karna’s early life after being adopted by a charioteer and his wife. His early realization that he is different from other kids (Karna was born with natural gold armour and earrings) makes him aloof and a loner. He shows impeccable fighting skills as a kid which compels his adoptive father to take him to <i>guru</i> Dronacharya who trained Kaurava and Pandava princes. There he faces the ridicule and frustration of being a schedule cast, not fit to learn the skills reserved for the high borns. After a long spell of depression, Karna starts learning on his own and soon becomes a fighter of high caliber.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Karna’s fortune turns around after meeting Duryodhan, the eldest Kaurava prince and they form a strong bond of friendship. While Karna is made the king of Anga Desh, he still doesn't get the respect he deserves. Being mocked by Pandavas and rejected by Draupadi, he swears to be on Duryodhan’s side and fight for him.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Karna is the most complex character of Mahabharata. He has high values but sides with Duryodhana who is on the wrong side of the <i>dharma</i>. He understands what’s wrong and right but is bound by duty and honour. Even after finding the truth about his lineage, he doesn't leave Duryodhana to join his real brothers. This complexity makes the book worth reading. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While the story pans out nicely in the beginning, it shifts it's focus from Karna somewhere in the middle. The problem here is writing which lacks a certain flow. Scenes are repeated and the language isn’t casual or conversational, making it a heavy and at times tedious read. I would've loved to read more about his life as a king, husband, and father. I've also read folklores about the relationship between Karna and Draupadi, that they secretly and silently loved each other. The scenario would've added an interesting angle to the book.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Karna - The Unsung Hero of the Mahabharata is a decent read but not highly recommended.</span></span>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-84487456536583997172015-04-14T18:57:00.000+05:302015-06-03T13:33:40.992+05:30गीली मिट्टी की ख़ुशबू <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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गीली मिट्टी की ख़ुशबू को petrichor कह दो तो कैसा बेग़ाना सा लगता है ना? एकदम फ़ीका सा, जैसे किसी ने शब्द का पूरा रस ही निचोड़ लिया हो। जो बात गीली मिट्टी से शुरू हो कर उसकी सौंधी-सौंधी ख़ुशबू तक पहुँचती है, वो petrichor कहने से एक लफ़्ज़ में ही ख़त्म हो जाती है। न कविता का रस आ पाता है और न ही पुरानी यादें ताज़ा हो पाती हैं। और यादों का धागा कहीं न कहीं भाषा से ज़रूर जुड़ा है। वो भाषा जो हम बोलते हुए बड़े हुए हैं, हमारी मातृभाषा।<br />
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मेरी मातृभाषा हिंदी है। हिंदी माध्यम में पढ़ी हूँ और हिंदी में ही सोचती हूँ। पर अब सिर्फ़ अंग्रेजी़ में ही लिखती हूँ। ऐसा नहीं है कि अंग्रेजी से प्यार नहीं है। लेखिका हूँ और इस भाषा से तो अब मेरा जीवन जुड़ा है। अंग्रेजी मेरी कर्म भाषा है और हिंदी मेरी धर्म भाषा। जब दिल की बात कहनी होगी तो हिंदी में ही कहूंगी क्योंकि उसमें वही सौ़धापन है जो गीली मिट्टी की ख़ुशबू में है।shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-68419342342309200652015-04-13T20:15:00.000+05:302015-06-03T13:33:51.826+05:30कुछ यादें बचपन की <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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कल टेलिविजन आॅन किया तो एक बहुत पुरानी धुन और एक जानी पहचानी आवाज़ ने बांध सा लिया जैसे। टीवी पे तस्वीरें भी कुछ ऐसी थीं जो मन के किसी कोने को हल्के से छू गयीं। कागज़ की एक नाव चली जा रही थी, उसपर सवार मैं भी चल दी। नाव रुकी तो ख़ुद को आंगन में लगे मोगरे के उसी पेड़ के पास खड़ा पाया जहां से रोज़ सुबह नानी कुछ फूल तोड़ कर टीवी के ऊपर रख देतीं थीं। वो फूल दिन भर अपनी सौंधी-सौंधी ख़ुशबू से घर भर महकाते रहते थे।<br />
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आंगन के कोने में देखा तो कोई ज़मीन पर उकड़ू बैठा था, मम्मी थीं शायद। हाँ, मम्मी ही थीं। पंजो पर बैठकर, अखबार पर कटी हुई अमिया की फांके सुखा रही थीं, अचार के लिए। नमक लगी हुई, कुछ खट्टी कुछ मीठी अमिया खाने का मज़ा ही कुछ और था, और जो चुरा के खायी जाए तो कहने ही क्या। कुछ फांके उठाने चली ही थी कि घर के अंदर से कुछ मथने की आवाज़ आई। नानी होंगी, दही मथ रही होंगी। ताज़े मक्खन की खुशबू आ रही थी। मन हुआ कि और अंदर चलूं, यादों की कुछ और परतें खोलूं। रसोईघर के पास वाले कमरे में झांका, वहाँ आम और लीची का ढेर वैसे ही लगा हुआ था।<br />
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कोने में रखा पानी का मटका देख के लगा कि दो घड़ी वहीं बैठ जाऊँ, ठंडे मटके पर गाल टिका के थकान मिटा लूँ। पर अभी बहुत सी यादें टटोलनी थीं। बचपन के उस बक्से में झांकना था जिसमे कुछ किताबें, एक ताश की गड्डी, दो-चार कौड़ियाँ और कुछ रंगीन कागज़ रख छोड़े थे। रसोईघर की उस अलमारी को टटोलना था जहाँ नाना-नानी हर साल हम बहनों की पसंद के बिस्कुट और नमकीन ला कर रखते थे। अभी तो उस क्यारी में खेलना था जहाँ नाना हर शाम खुरपी लेकर बड़े प्यार से अपने पौधों की देखभाल करते थे। घर के पीछे वाले पेड़ से जामुन कहाँ तोड़े थे अभी। और वो बाग में आम का पेड़? उसके नीचे चारपाई पर बैठकर आम भी तो खाने थे। सोच की धारा के साथ बहते-बहते मैं चली जा रही थी कि तभी एक झटका लगा। यादों की वो नांव मुझे हाल में वापस ले आई थी। मेरी आंखें नम थीं और टीवी पर गुलज़ार साब की आवाज़ गूँज रही थी,<br />
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बचपन की यादों को फिर से बहाओ,<br />
बड़ी चटपटी हैं ये फिर से पिलाओ।<br />
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<br />shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-23321149592570901212015-04-12T21:20:00.000+05:302015-04-12T21:20:08.306+05:30Movie Review: HunterrrThis post comes a little late but I finely found time to share my two bits on the most talked about Hindi film of 2015 so far.<br />
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Hunterrr is a slice of life film, a slice from a sex addict’s life. Mandar Ponkshe is your average middle class boy who grows up from a curious teenager to a horny ladies killer. Sex is a physical need, he says out loud going as far as comparing it to...well, taking a crap. He has little to do with the emotional side of the relationship. The men who were boys in the 90s will find a bit of themselves in Mandar. He charms girls his own age and seduces house wives. The trick up his sleave is knowing the needs of a woman or as he puts it "vaas lene ka". He plays romantic games with college girl Parul (shy and awkward Saxena) but goes straight for the kill when he meets housewife Jyotsna, played by a fiesty Sai Tamhankar who knows what she wants. And, when he wants to settle he falls for the independent Trupti (played brilliantly by Radhika Apte) who’s open about her relationships, even physical ones.<br />
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Gulshan Devaiyah’s Ponkshe is a regular guy but with hidden passions. You might see him in local trains or even in your office but you might never find out about his nocturnal adventures. His relationship with Trupti is the most interesting part of the film. He never tries to play the hunting game with her, builds a bond and eventually falls in love. Radhika Apte lets her eyes do most of the acting, charming the audience with every scene.<br />
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Hunterrr is funny, touching at times and nostalgic but in no way demeaning to women. The women that Ponkshe supposedly "preys" on know what they want especially Jyotsna who makes the first move. The songs will touch a chord with all 80s and 90s kids who’ve grown up listening to disco king Bappi Lahiri and the qawwali rage Altaf Raja. Harshavardhan Kulkarni’s Hunterrr is fresh, light and a must watch.<br />
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P.S. - Please don't watch it with your parents.<br />
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<br />shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-72244698666756423582015-03-20T17:14:00.000+05:302015-06-01T18:49:44.987+05:30Book Review - Cannery Row<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The best part of taking part in a #TCBCChallenge (you can know more about it <a href="https://tsbookclub.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/tsbookclub-hashtags-deconstructed-decoded-demystified/" target="_blank">here</a>) is that you don't know which book they'll throw at you. This most of the time results in you finding out about a new book, author or genre. The March challenge for me was Cannery Row by John Steinbeck, deemed as a modern classic by Penguin. This is my first Steinbeck and now I am interested in reading more of his books. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The novel is set during the great depression in Monterey, California. It revolves around the lives of people living in Cannery Row, a street lined with sardine canneries. There's a bunch of eccentric characters in the book. Lee Chong - the shrewd grocery shop owner, Doc - a marine biologist who is afraid of getting his head wet, Dora with her flaming orange hair who owns the Bear Flag restaurant and runs a whorehouse. Mack, who is a leader and mentor of the homeless, family-less, and jobless men in Cannery Row who live in Palace Flophouse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They're standing low on the financial ladder but they survive. There's hopelessness all around but like life that too passes. There're no ambitions but life's still good for Mack and his group. They're not the most honest of chaps and do cause a little trouble here and there, but they almost always mean well. Like Doc says, <span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">“Look at them. There are your true philosophers. I think that Mack and the boys know everything that has ever happened in the world and possibly everything that will happen. I think they survive in this particular world better than other people. In a time when people tear themselves to pieces with ambition and nervousness and covetousness, they are relaxed. All of our so-called successful men are sick men, with bad stomachs, and bad souls, but Mack and the boys are healthy and curiously clean. They can do what they want. They can satisfy their appetites without calling them something else.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">And then there's Doc, who is generous, kind, and smartest man in Cannery Row. There's a certain wisdom in what he says and does. Whoever knows him is indebted to him and wants to do something nice for him. That's something which brings the whole town together. Steinbeck has summed up his character in these words, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;">“It has always seemed strange to me...The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.”</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 18px;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Their life makes you smile, laugh and get upset over a bunch of lost frogs. It'll make you call a few friends over and throw a party, not party for a reason but part because you want to. </span>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-152360735646615112015-02-25T14:25:00.000+05:302015-02-25T14:26:33.617+05:30Book Review - HiFi in Bollywood <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In one of my previous reviews I had said that the only thing better than watching films is reading about them, getting the inside stories and finding about what went into the making of that spectacular piece of art. While there are many such books, there are very few fictions using Bollywood as their backdrop. HiFi in Bollywood is one of those few.</div>
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Rayhan, a 20 something from Mumbai dreams of directing films but succumbs to his dad's will and ends up studying finance in the USA. Desperate to get out of an arranged marriage and pursuit his ambition, he comes back to Mumbai. But Rayhan Arora is not an angry youth who'd go the indie way, his dreams involve blockbusters, superstars and song sequences. A quick phone call and few lies lands him the job of an assistant to a superstar director. He encounters a strew of characters in this journey - his pld maid's love struck daughter, a local goon, homosexual director and an ego-ridden filmstar. After a few filmy twists and turns Rayhan manages to prove the eternal Hindi film dialogue true, '<i>sab theek ho jayega'. </i></div>
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HiFi in Bollywood is Rishi Vohra's second book - he has also written <a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2013/02/book-review-once-upon-tracks-of-mumbai.html" target="_blank">Once Upon The Tracks Of Mumbai</a> - and has more realistic end. The writing while not mature, has a natural flow. He knows Bandra well and weaves the little quirks of the suburb in his story.</div>
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The book is a light read but does come with its flaws, The biggest one is that as a reader I couldn't make and emotional connect with the characters. The book only scratches the surface of the Hindi Film Industry, referred to as HiFi by the insiders. The idea of Bollywood here is based on a few cliches and stereotypes which disappoints a bit.</div>
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<b>Book: </b>HiFi In Bollywood</div>
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<b>Author: </b>Rishi Vohra</div>
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<b>Publisher: </b>Jaico</div>
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<b>Price: </b>Rs 299</div>
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<b>Pages: </b>247</div>
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<br />shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-48847634624269289452015-01-14T18:31:00.003+05:302015-01-14T21:46:49.482+05:30Who stole my speech?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2011 - A magazine office in France was bombed for publishing a cartoon. It picked itself up, drew again, got attacked again in 2015; continues to draw.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2014 - An author was threatened by religious groups. He withdrew all his work and vowed never to write.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t know which one of these is braver. The one who protects himself by hiding but keeps writing? The one who continues drawing with head held high? Or the one who kills the author in him? For me a writer who gives up writing is as brave as the one who continues doing it despite death lurking over his head. It takes strong will to let go off that very thing which has been a part of your being. It needs courage to just shrug. I can never imagine the turmoil of that writer who will never write again.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.9999942779541px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My next question is, who are these people who’re stealing our freedom of expression, our speech. Terrorists? Religious fanatics? Or those trolls who choose to abuse you instead of disagreeing politely?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">As the world gets more opinionated our tolerance level for these opinions seems to be decreasing. I felt the brunt of it a few months ago when I reviewed a book here on the blog. My book and movie reviews have always been subjective while the restaurant reviews are more objective. While the review wasn't completely negative i did talk about those things too which I didn't like. I wasn't spared. A bunch of 'anonymous' readers ganged up against me and abused me. Of-course, you can do a lot when you're hiding behind that garb. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.9999942779541px;">It did disturb me for a while and lowered my will to write more. But do I have the courage to stop writing? No. So yes, I admire Perumal Murugan for taking that step but wish that he hadn't. For the rest of the world who want to shut the writers/artists up, all I can say is that, keep trying.</span></span></span>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-70783238099942691272014-09-12T10:23:00.000+05:302014-09-15T13:22:16.790+05:30Book Review - Korma, Kheer and Kismet by Pamela Timms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Food has been a favourite topic for writers and bloggers lately. There are reasons for it; it’s easy to connect with food, everyone has a food memory to share and it’s something that people can never get enough of. Food writing is now not limited to just blogs, there are regular newspaper columns and books with people writing about their favourite food memory, their cooking preferences, their kitchen essentials etc. etc. More and more bloggers/food journalists are publishing their books. The question is, is the content good enough to deserve it’s own book? My opinion would be no, not in all cases. Especially not when there are random memories which do not add anything to my reading experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thankfully, Pamela Timms’ Korma, Kheer and Kismet doesn’t fall in that category. Pamela, a food blogger writes a column in Mint Lounge and the book is about her street food experiences in Old Delhi. It starts with a <i>ghee</i> laden, spicy <i>mutton korma</i> at Ashok and Ashok - the description of the food leaves you hungry and ends with the mysterious <i>daulat ki chat</i> - I faintly remember eating its Lucknowi version <i>makkhan malai</i> as a kid. The book is studded with recipes which is a bonus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Every street food shop, dish comes with a back story or a memory which is fascinating. The best two chapters are the ones about <i>mutton korma</i> and <i>daulat ki chat</i> because of all the mystery surrounding these two legendary dishes of Delhi. The chapters with food and its history make for a more interesting read. Rest of it sounds like a day in the life of a regular small town Indian. Whether it’s celebrating Diwali in a joint family or buying vegetables from a market instead of a mall. A younger, mall loving urban generation will definitely find these stories exotic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Old Delhi has always made for a charming premise for a book, be it food or history. Authors have always loved describing the old city’s dusty roads, crowd and chaos. So does Pamela when she visits the street side shops to try her favourite food. But she bumps into a cart, avoids kids running after a kite, almost steps into a puddle a little too much making it a tedious read at times. And one element that’s missing is humour. While there are glimpses of it she never goes all out to make you chuckle. I understand that it’s not the genre she is looking for but we can all do with good food and good laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ignore the few repetitions and Korma, Kheer And Kismet is a good, light read. Especially for the food lovers.</span>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-71690707926745953282014-08-30T01:36:00.000+05:302014-08-30T09:23:16.047+05:30Doordarshan - The Days Of Yore<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Emmy (Awards to celebrate TV Series of the West) just got over and left me thinking about the television scene in India. Will we ever create television content which will be globally acclaimed or an industry worthy of an award show of its own? Then I realized, we already did? We created a history of great television shows in 80s and 90s. Sadly, there were no awards then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The TV shows of that era were created by the likes of BR Chopra (Mahabharat), Gulzar (Mirza Ghalib) and Shyam Benegal (Bharat Ek Khoj) where everything was minutely sketched out, even the opening and end credits. A 13 episode series had more powerful story to tell than the soap operas of today which run for five years. The directors and producers turned to literature for content which took authors from book shelves to TV screens. Some of them introduced us to various cultures across the country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The actors too were NSD (National School Of Drama) and FTII (Film and Television Institute of India) pass outs who made the characters real and believable. It was the time when film actors too did not hesitate from appearing on TV, and it wasn't to promote their upcoming films.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">These shows are etched in our memories and many nostalgic odes have been written for them. However, most of them talk about the famous ones like Ramayan (1987-88), Mahabharat (1988-90), Hum Log (1984-85), Buniyad (1986), Ye Jo Hai Zindagi (1984), Nukkad (1986-88), Malgudi Days etc. Here's a list of the less written about fiction TV shows of the yore, some that I remember and some that I recalled while searching on the net. While some of them had great content, direction and production value others got us hooked purely because of the novelty factor and diverse genres.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This show is not less written about, given that it was directed by the legendary Gulzar and with another legend Naseeruddin Shah portraying the title role. I've read somewhere that Naseeruddin Shah wanted to play the great Urdu poet, but Gulzar's first choice was Sanjeev Kumar. The duo shared great chemistry and had given classics like Koshish, Angoor and Parichay. Unfortunately, Sanjeev Kumar passed away and the role fell in Naseeruddin Shah's lap who immortalized the character. The story followed Mirza Ghalib's life, his marriage to Umrao Begum played by Tanvi Azmi and his alleged affair with courtesan Nawab Jaan played by Neena Gupta. Shafi Inamdar essayed the role of Mir Taqi Mir, another great poet of the Mughal era.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mirza Ghalib introduced me to crisp Urdu shayari even though I was too young to understand it. Ghalib’s ghazals and nazms were composed and voiced by Jagjit and Chitra Singh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've always thought that Bharat Ek Khoj directed by Shyam Benegal is the benchmark for television content creation. The series was based on Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru's book The Discovery Of India which traces 5000 years of Indian history in a dramatic way. Tales of Mahabharat, Ramayan, Chanakya, Ashoka The Great, Kalidas, Akbar, Shivaji were all portrayed by the likes of Om Puri, Naseeruddin Shah, Tom Alter and Kulbhushan Kharbanda. The narration by Roshan Seth who played Nehru (he also played Nehru in Richard Attenborough's Gandhi) made the book completely transpire on screen. The title track with its Sanskrit chant and haunting score still remains one of my favourites. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Way before when creating magnum opus for television became a thing, Sanjay Khan created history with his saga based on the book by Bhagwan Gidwani. The serial introduced us to the great warrior and king of Mysore, Tipu Sultan. It was grand with elaborate sets, tight script and some really good acting. The music was composed by Naushad; I still remember the title track.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This tune followed by a woman's scream on television every Tueday night was clue for my sister and me to run in the bedroom, hide under the blanket and sleep. From what I recollect the story was about a haunted <i>kila </i>(fort) where people would get lost, walk out with a hand print of blood on their backs and other such spooky stuff. While the end of Kile Ka Rahasya was a bit disappointing, the title track was haunting enough to spook the hell out of us. I don't remember the actors except for Veerendra Saxena (remember Jassi's dad in Jassi Jaisi Koi Nahin?). There's not much info on the net about the director, producer or the plot either.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Way before Shekhar Suman became famous for his rib tickling comedies, he did some serious roles in films and television. His serial Reporter was one of them where he played a crime reporter cum detective on a lookout for stories who ended up solving those crimes at the end of the day. Makrand Deshpande played a key role of Shekhar Suman’s informer with a love for sandwiches.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Easily the second most popular detective series after Byomkesh Bakshi, Tehkikat was directed by Shekhar Kapoor and Karan Razdan. The detective duo Sam D’silva (Vijay Anand) and Gopichand (Saurabh Shukla) were a humourous take on Sherlock Homes and Dr. Watson. </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Space City Sigma (1989)</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Our very first sci-fi TV show, Sigma was inspired by Start Trek; I don't clearly remember. The show was full of mysterious space elements and <i>desi</i> versions of Captain Kirk and Spock. Space City Sigma fascinated all of us 80s kids who hadn't watched Star Trek yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>You can read more about it <a href="http://8ate.blogspot.in/2011/05/space-city-sigma-1989.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Indradhanush (1988-89)</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I vaguely remember Indradhanush, a sci-fi cum fiction series which got the kids hooked. All I remember is that the show involved a bunch of school kids, computer (which was a huge deal then) and time machine. Karan Johar, the famous Bollywood director, was also part of the cast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"<i>I am Y.I. Patel, Yogesh Patel", </i>is how Mr. Yogi played by Mohan Gokhale introduced himself to his would be brides. One of the best television comedies, the show was about an NRI Yogesh Patel meeting 12 girls of different Zodiac signs to find his perfect match. Om Puri played the <i>sutradhar</i> or narrator who took Mr. Yogi's story forward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The show was hilarious with new and quirky characters in every episode. I also remeber watching the cake fight for the first time in this series. Years later Ashutosh Gowarikar made a movie What's Your Rashee based on the same concept. The TV serieal and film both were based on Madhu Rye's book Kimball Ravenswood.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gul Gulshan Gulfaam (1991)</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While researching for this post I asked people on Twitter what they remember from the TV shows of 80s and 90s. @nrucho (Nrupal Choudhari) replied saying that he remembered Gul Gulshan Gulfaam for it introduced him to Kashmiri words, kahwa (Kashmiri tea) and kangdi (earthen pot with coal to keep yourself warm). I too remember the show purely for these reasons. Shot on location, the show took us to the lovely valley, lakes and houseboats.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was the story of a family making their living with houseboats and how terrorism affects their profession. The sons of the family decide to move out of Kashmir for a better life which creates a divide in the family. Parikshit Sahni, Radha Seth, Kanwaljeet, Pankaj Berry, Kunal Khemu played the lead roles.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lifeline (1987)</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Way before Grey's Anatomy got us hooked with all that melodrama in hospital wings or House got us confused with all the medical terminology, Indian television had Lifeline. Based on the lives of doctors and the relationships between doctors and patients, the show was genuine with least amount of melodrama. There were many stories inter weaved and new characters and cases kept coming and going.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The srong cast included A.K. Hangal, Pankaj Kapur, K.K. Raina, Ila Arun, Tanvi Azmi, Mohan Joshi, Renuka Shahane and was directed by Vijaya Mehta.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My only memory of this show was of the very gorgeous Kanwaljeet grabbing an unsuspectin Deepika Deshpande and kissing her. So, while researching for this post I found the series online and watched it again. Only to redevelop a major crush on Kanwaljeet's Azar Nawab. Suave, dapper, dressed in tailor-made suits and cravats; he was the man of our teenage dreams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The show was based on Rafia Amin's book Alampanah. Aiman Shahab (Deepika Deshpande) arrives in Hyderabad as an assistant to an old <i>begum. </i>In the old <i>haveli </i>Aiman finds hidden secrets, false prides, diminishing culture, some friends and <i>begum's </i>son Azar Nawab.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The serial didn't have the garishness and exaggeration that usually represents the <i>nawabi </i>culture in films. The poetic charm of the old city, crisp Urdu and authentic locations kept it real. And above all, the love-hate relationship and Mills And Boons like romance between Azar Nawab and wide eyed Aiman was a major draw. Kanwaljeet's Azar Nawab was dark, brooding, complex but upright; he was our original Christian Grey with great sensuality and minus all the kink.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Aarohan</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another brilliant show based on the life of a trainee in Indian Navy, played by Pallavi Joshi, her struggles, friendships and relationships. The cast included Girish Malik, Harsh Chhaya, Shefali Patel (then Shetty), Tarun Dhanrajgir and R Madhavan in a small role. Sadly. the serial was never concluded.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mitti Ke Rang</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The title track of this serial is so fresh in my mind that I can hum it even now. Based on Mohan Rakesh's short stories, Mitti Ke Rang had a new story every week. These stories were of common people, their lives, hopes, despair, loneliness and all sorts of emotions.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dekh Bhai Dekh (1993)</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If Basesars of Hum Log was our favourite dramatic family, Diwans of Dekh Bhai Dekh was the most loved comic family. Whether it was Farida Jalal's confused Suhasini <i>bhabhi, </i>Bhavna Balsawar's crazy <i>chachi </i>or Shekhar Suman's fun <i>chachu </i>aka Samir, they all made us roll with laughter. And who can forget the adorable Kareema (Deven Bhojani) with his <i>halwe jaise gal, button jaisi aankhen.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The show was mostly shot inside the Diwan house where all the madness took place. There were new characters (mostly Liliput in different avatars) introduced in every episode which added to the craziness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The opening credits of the serial had all the actors, dressed like their respective characters, walking towards the camera. The track "<i>swaraj chahiye, swaraj chahiye. Marte dum tak humein, swaraj chahiye"</i>, playing in the background would set the tone of the whole serial which was just brilliantly written.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Swaraj was one of the best television content made on the lives of Indian revolutionaries like Chandrashekhar Azad, Shaheed Bhagat Singh, Ramprasad Bismil, Ashfaque Ulla Khan, Sukhdev and more. The serial had a tight script never losing track of the main story and characters. Unlike films based on the same subject, the makers of Swaraj never used romance and melodrama to popularise it. The actors were mostly newcomers and fresh NSD and FTII graduates who played there roles to the T. Rajesh Shringarpure (Sarkar Raj fame) essayed the role of Bhagat Singh while Ravi Gosai played Chadrashekhar Azad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Amravati Ki Kathayen - </b>Directed by Shyam Benegal, the series was based on Sahitya Academy Award winning stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Ek Tha Rusty - </b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Based on Ruskin Bond's The Room On The Roof. Cast included Raj Zutshi and Bhanu Uday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Chekhov Ki Duniya - </b>Based on Anton Chekhov's stories, this series was directed by the Delhi theatre veteran Rajat Kapoor (who also co-wrote Jaane Bhi Do Yaron)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Pachpan Khambe Laal Diware - </b>Based on the novel of same name by Usha Priyamvada with Mita Vashishth and Aman Verma in lead roles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>School Days - </b>It was termed as the DD version of Hip Hip Hurray which ran parallel on Zee TV. Since I didn't have cable connection at home I watched it every Sunday morning. It was a cool show with school kids fighting over girls, leadership, sports etc. etc. Later they introduced another school and added more characters. Don't remember how it ended exactly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There's not much info on the net on most of these serials and there are so many more like Hum Panchi Ek Daal Ke, Mujrim Hazir, Sukanya etc. just lost due to neglect. We can just hope that Doordarshan does something to bring the good serials back, release them on DVDs or just post them on youtube.</span>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-72520551366658061962014-08-21T17:47:00.001+05:302014-09-24T14:25:14.849+05:30#ReadABook - The Dalai Lama's Cat by David Michie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Around two years ago I signed up for a book review program with a well known website. As a part of this program I would sign up to review books every time they had a new one out, receive it in the next couple of days if selected, read the book and post a 500 word review within 7 days. While it sounded exciting to get new books in exchange for just a blog post (and I reviewed quite a few books), I found my interest dwindling. I am not a speed reader. I take my own sweet time between travel to and from work to finish a book. So, I stopped. The main reason was spending time and energy reading below average books while I have a whole wishlist of brilliant books to read. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I decided to continue writing about books, but the ones that I love and would recommend to fellow readers. The first book of the series is <b>The Dalai Lama's Cat</b> written by <b>David Michie.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I picked this book from a friend early this year and read it with a big smile plastered on my face. The cat, who is also the narrator of this book, is rescued by the Dalai Lama and ends up being his pet. Bodhicatva, HHC (His Holiness' Cat) or Rinpoche are some of the names she acquires at the monastery in McLeodgunj. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Living with the monks and the Dalai Lama himself, the cat becomes a sort of an expert on Buddhist teachings. The pampering and love spoils her but His Holiness' wisdom keeps her grounded too, most of the times. Her wisdom comes through the observation of the Dalai Lama's meetings with celebrities and famous personalities to whom he gives out life's lessons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's not a self help book and definitely not a life changing experience. But it definitely lit something inside me and left me happy, really happy. Pick it up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I grew up in a small city where foreign comics like Archie, Hardy Boys, Marvel etc. hadn't penetrated the market yet. We grew up on a steady dose of Diamond and Raj comics. More of former than latter because of the pure innocence of the characters and stories. Parag, Champak, Nandan, Samrat and Tinkle made for perfect children’s magazines. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was an ideal summer holiday which started with buying a stash of Chacha Chaudhary, Billoo and Pinky comics or even better, renting them out from the local library. Even in my Nana-Nani’s village, where we’d go to spend a month, there was a shelf dedicated to our comics and books. I would read them repeatedly, year after year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The comics that Pran wrote weren’t complicated. They didn’t include flying heroes or dark villians, except Raka. His characters had their traits and well defined ones; Sabu’s anger which made volcanos burst or Chacha Chaudhary’s mind which worked faster than computer. Pinky’s knack for notority was lovable and her neighbour Jhapatji’s frustration was real. The thieves always had black stripes on their faces and Bajrangi Pehelwan would always wear a checkered lungi.</span><br />
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The jokes were silly but I still loved them. The stories linear but kept me interested. It was all a part of my growing up years. And then, I grew up. Moved on to international comics, Calvin and Hobbs and Harry Potters. But a part of me still wanted to go back and read those comics. A part of me still wanted to know about Sabu’s family on Jupiter, see Billoo’s face behind those hair and whether Raka will finally die or not. I guess it’ll remain a mistry now. RIP Pran.<br />
<br />shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-67240761306229149702014-03-07T18:30:00.000+05:302014-08-22T17:13:36.944+05:30300 Rise Of An Empire – Movie review<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">
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Chiseled bodies, an army of roaring Spartans, drop dead gorgeous Gerard Butler and blood soaked wars; this is what 300, released in 2006, was made of. The sequel, 300 Rise Of An Empire portrays the war beautifully but lacks the rest of the elements.</div>
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Based on Frank Miller’s graphic novel Xerxes, this chapter follows the story of Greek general Themistokles (Sullivon Stapleton) who takes on the Persian God king Xerxes’ (Rodrigo Santoro) navy lead by Artemesia (Eva Green), their vengeful commander. The war in the sea runs parallel to the Spartan leader Leonidas marching with his 300 men to meet the army of Xerxes.</div>
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Unlike its prequel, 300 Rise Of An Empire has been shot in 3D but doesn’t do complete justice to the technology. However, some shots are brilliantly captured. There’s this same hazy, dark look to the movie which was there in 300 too. Almost all the film is based in the sea and there are some really spectacular underwater shots.</div>
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There’s a lot of blood and gore shot with stop motion camera. This has been the USP of the franchise and is consistent in both the films. However, there’s no newness about it. You yearn for something more maddening in the film.</div>
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The most interesting part of the film is the story of Xerxes and we wish there was more of him. The comparisons between Gerard Butler and Sullivon Stapleton are bound to be drawn and if you do you’ll always find the latter a tad weaker. Lena Headey fits in her role of Spartan queen like a glove, more so after portraying the role of scheming queen Cersei Lannister in Game Of Thrones. Eva Green looks both beautiful and evil as Artemesia.</div>
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Director Noam Murro creates good visuals but falls short on creating the same magic as Zack Snyder, the director of 300. There’s not enough adrenaline rush which is required for a film like this.</div>
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shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-43067121864307210692014-03-01T18:18:00.000+05:302014-08-22T17:18:16.967+05:30Dallas Buyers Club - Movie Review<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">
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<strong>Cast:</strong> Matthew McConaughey, Jennifer Garner, Jared Leto</div>
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When Jonathan Demme’s Philadelphia released in 1993, HIV/AIDS was still a closeted disease. In 2014 there’s much more information about the deadly virus and lesser apprehensions. While Tom Hanks’ Andrew Beckett in Philadelphia fought against the discrimination of HIV patients, Matthew McConaughey’s Ron Woodroof in Dallas Buyers Club fights for something more basic, their right to survive through medicines.</div>
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Ron Woodroof (Matthew McConaughey), an electrician and hustler in 1985’s Texas, is happy with his manliness; attracted to women, alcohol and drugs. So when he is accidentally diagnosed HIV positive he violently proclaims that he isn’t a "faggot" and walks out showing a middle finger to the doctors. Reality strikes him in next few hours when his friends and colleagues steer away from him.</div>
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His homophobia loses its ugly face when he starts Dallas Buyers Club with Rayon (Jared Leto), a drag queen and HIV patient. He works his way around the system to sell medication to HIV patients; drugs that are not approved by the US Food And Drug Administration (FDA). Doctor Eve (Jennifer Garner), who doesn’t approve of the testing of HIV drugs on her patients, supports Woodroof.</div>
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Dallas Buyers Club treads a zone which is still a taboo in India; homosexuality and AIDS. Hence the struggle still makes sense here if not in America. While the film never gets preachy, it’s intense at times. The numerous medical references, drugs, alcohol make it a heavy watch but Woodroof and Rayon provide for some lighter moments too.</div>
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Jared Leto excels as a tormented man hidden beneath layers of makeup, shiny lipstick and colourful attire. Jennifer Garner is convincing in easily one of her best performances. As a quiet supporter of Woodroof’s initiatives, she underplays Eve well.</div>
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Mathew McConaughey stands tall carrying almost the whole film on his lean (he lost tremendous amount of weight for the film) shoulders. He portrays the frustrations, longings and determination of an HIV patient aptly especially in the scene where he breaks down in his car. As an audience your emotions for his character grow from pity to sympathy and finally appreciation. It’s unbelievable to see a rom-com star delivering one of the most Oscar worthy performances this year. If you couldn’t forget McConaughey’s hard hitting 5 minute role in The Wolf Of Wall Street then you must watch Dallas Buyers Club.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Marriages in India are no less than a circus, the bride and groom being the clown of this circus. Sadiqa Peerbhoy's Marry Go Round revolves around this circus. The story is set in Hyderabad where Sartaj, a desperate, orthodox Muslim mother wants to get her son Riyaz (who is working in America) hitched to a nice Indian girl. The son on the other hand is in a live-in relationship with an American girl and at the same time, thanks to his dark skin, enjoys the attention of all the white girls. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />The melodramatic Sartaj fakes a heart attack and calls Riyaz to India to blackmail him into getting married to a girl of her choice. Riyaz comes home and gets caught in the web of looking at girls. While he is juggling from one tea party to another his girlfriend follows him to India making his life messier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are some very good cultural references in the writing and the author has described the Nawabi way of living in a funny manner. There are nosy and selfish relatives who get on your nerves but apart from a couple of stereotypes the book is not entirely funny. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a reader I couldn't connect to any character especially when they entered and exited the story abruptly. Riyaz's dwindling mind doesn't make him a favourite. Sartaj who is hellbent on getting a daughter-in-law of her choice and is extremely orthodox, suddenly melts which is unbelievable if you know Indian mothers well. The only thing that's constant is Riyaz's father's nonchalance. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After a lot of hiding, running around, melodrama and chest beatings the end is a bit surprising and I must add, little immature</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Of all the epics that India's rich literary heritage boasts of, Mahabharata is one book which has fascinated filmmakers and authors time and again. There have been innumerable interpretations of this war saga. B R Chopra's Mahabharata, Shyam Benegal's Kalyug, Nitish Bharadwaj's Gita Rahasya, Ramdhari Singh Dinkar's Rashmirathi, Ajay Singh Supahiya's animation short Arjun have been some of the fine examples. There have been some forgettable ones too like Ekta Kapoor's Kahaani Hamaaray Mahaabhaarat Ki, Prakash Jha's Rajneeti and the recent TV series being telecast on Star TV.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Anuja Rajamouli's Arjuna borderlines on being forgettable. Her story focuses on Arjuna, the third Pandav brother and master archer, his journey, achievements as well as failures. The book borrows heavily from the original Mahagrantha (as it should) and folklores.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Despite being focused on Arjuna's story the book doesn't devote more than two pages to the most significant part of his life which is Geeta Upadesh. Before the war of Mahabharata when Arjuna's courage dwindled seeing his family on the opposite side, Krishna gave him the lesson of life and dharma showing Arjuna his omnipresent form. The author chooses to ignore writing about the effect of that incident on Arjuna's life and character.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">Since the story of Mahabharata is so complex it requires a fluidity but Anuja jumps from one incident to another which makes it a difficult read. The language too is a bit heavy which gives it a feel of a translated version rather than a story being told from a different perspective. there are some major proofreading mishaps which I will not delve into. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #222222;">However, despite its flaws the book has some very interesting tales to weave the story together. Do not pick Arjuna expecting it to be a different take on Mahabharata, it is a translation of the book and that too a pretty average one.</span></span><br />
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Two weeks ago I went for a book sale where books were being sold by kilo. These were mostly second hand books. Since all the fiction books were stacked randomly I had to go through each book to pick what I wanted. While going through the books I chanced upon some very interesting titles which I had not heard of. One of them was When God Was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman. I read the little summary on the back of the cover and picked it up with other 20 books.<br />
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First published in 2011, When God Was a Rabbit is narrated by Eleanor Maud (Elly) who grows up in Essex with her brother Joe and parents who are constantly planning to move out of the village. Eventually the family moves to Cornwall. As Elly grows up in her new home new characters are introduced in the story, all of them bring their own quirks. The story begins in England in 1960-70s and moves on to the post 9/11 New York.<br />
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When God Was a Rabbit has all the elements that make childhood. Forever lasting friendships, imaginations, secrets and confusions. At times the events are heartbreaking and at times they give hope to the story in the most beautiful way. Elly's defiance makes her a loner, she asks questions hence is looked upon strangely by her peers. But she finds an eternal friend in strange but intriguing Jenny Penny who lives with her mother and dreams of a hidden world. Even before they set out to find the world of their dreams Elly has to move away with her family. Uprooted and angry slowly Elly and Joe find their way around the new home and new life. Years later Elly reconnects with Jenny Penny under circumstances she could never have imagined.<br />
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Despite the elements like sexual abuse, homosexuality and even 9/11 the narration never turns melodramatic. Sarah Winman keeps the humour in her writing intact. Her characters react to situations in a way that make them seem more real. Winman picks up a lot of Historical references and blends them in her story like John Lennon's murder or the attack on The World Trade Centre. She also paints a fine picture of that era through her descriptions.<br />
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When God Was a Rabbit is not an innocent tale of childhood, it's mature and has shades of grim but the story still stays believable. <br />
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<b>Book: </b>When God Was a Rabbit<br />
<b>Author: </b>Sarah Winman<br />
<b>Publisher: </b>Headline Publishing Group<br />
<b>Price: </b>Paperback - $10.99, Kindle - $2.82 on Amazon<br />
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A day after watching the heartwarming film '<b>The Lunchbox</b>' I read someone trashing it on Twitter. The guy said that he hated the film and walked out halfway. The film is the story of life and it could be anybody's life. It was difficult for me to understand that how can someone hate someone's life. However, there are all sorts of people in the world. Some who are honest about their emotions and some who hide under layers of hatred.<br />
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Coming back to the film, I won't say that it's the best film ever made or the best story ever told. But it certainly is the story that you want to be told. A simple love story of people who've never met; we've definitely heard many such stories. But there's more to just romance in The Lunchbox.<br />
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Sajan Fernandes (<b><a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/03/paan-singh-tomar-movie-review.html" target="_blank">Irrfan Khan</a></b>) and Ila's (<b>Nimrat Kaur</b>) paths cross when the <i>Dabbawallah</i> delivers the lunchbox to the wrong address. A widower Sajan and neglected by her husband Ila find love through letters and lunch. The characters portray an aching sense of loneliness which this city brings and which everyone of us must have experienced at some point of life.<br />
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<b>Ritesh Batra</b> touches a middle class life in Mumbai and portrays the city the way we see it, somewhere between the slums and the high rises. He shows you everyday Mumbai. His characters are beautifully sketched and scenes detailed and well thought out. A scene where Ila answers the door and you can hear <a href="http://www.foodchants.in/2013/01/food-bloggers-day-with-sanjeev-kapoor.html" target="_blank">Sanjeev Kapoor's</a> voice in the background giving the recipe of <i>paneer tikka masala</i> gives you a glimpse of a lonely housewife's life. For the first time you can understand the <i>bhajan</i> singing <i>dabbawallahs </i>in the local train, probably that's the only thing that keeps them going.<br />
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In the midst of all the loneliness and pain there's Aslam Shaikh (<b><a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/06/gangs-of-wasseypur-movie-review.html" target="_blank">Nawazuddin Siddiqui</a></b>) whose spontaneity brings humour. And not to forget, Deshpande Aunty who we only know through a voice and a basket hanging from her window.<br />
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<a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/03/paan-singh-tomar-movie-review.html" target="_blank">Irrfan Khan</a> and Nimrat Kaur bring the characters alive, so much so that you can find yourself in those characters. Like any of his previous films, <a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/03/paan-singh-tomar-movie-review.html" target="_blank">Irrfan Khan's</a> eyes say more than the dialogues do. A lot has been said in the film through poignant silences and empty eyes. There are no Bollywood or Hollywood twists here because life does not have twists, it just goes on. As for the film, it doesn't matter that it's not picked as India's Oscar entry. The Lunchbox stirs your soul.shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-51960905933986296322013-05-24T23:14:00.001+05:302014-08-22T17:37:17.232+05:30Kishore for soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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World is not a very happy place to live in. Something or the other or someone or the other is always ready to make it worse for you. Probably the creator knew this and that's the reason he/she created Certain things that work like a balm for the aching heart; a warm hug, Mom's food, a cup of hot tea or a book. And then once in a while he/she creates something that's a combination of all these things, a voice whose name is Kishore Kumar. I am not sure many artists or singers can have that effect on you.</div>
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For me His songs are like an arm around my shoulders when I feel low, a warm hug when I feel lonely, comforting when things around me start agitating me. He calms my nerves down instantly.<br />
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His sad songs are deep...as deep as an ocean. very sad but still a hope lurking in the corner, reassuring that there's a bright sunrise at the end of the darkness. The happy, peppy songs are bubbling with life but at a distance you can feel some pain...pain buried deep inside but doesn't want to come out; a well guarded wound. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">The third and final edition of Amish's Shiva Trilogy, The Oath Of The Vayuputras is out and while few of us think that he has gone overboard with all the promotions, the book is selling like a hot property. Does the author and his most ambitious work worthy of all adulation? Well, I am about to tell you just that. Those who haven't read a single book of the trilogy please stop reading cause there are few spoilers.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Two years ago when I finished The Immortals of Meluha and The Secret Of The Nagas back to back I didn't know that I will be waiting for the third one so impatiently. The concept was simple, Shiva as a real human being in the real world. A tribal who is an exceptional fighter, loves to dance, sing and smokes chillam with his friend. He abuses too.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Fate takes Shiva to Meluha, a perfect city in search of its Neelkanth. The Meluhans live for hundreds and hundreds of years thanks to the world's greatest invention, the Somras. Somras' existence is under constant threat by Chandravanshis and Nagas who have planned attacks on Mount Mandar, the place where Somras is created. To rescue them from the vile chandravanshis and terrorist Nagas, the Meluhans turn to their Neelkanth, their Shiva. But does something that brings the greatest good can be the cause of the biggest evil too? Good and evil are two sides of the same coin and while there's good there's evil too. But it is only a matter of time when the coin completely flips and evil takes over the good. That is when the good needs to be destroyed, that is when Shiva - the destroyer, the Neelkanth steps in. The trilogy is Shiva's journey from being a tribal leader to the Mahadev, the Superhuman.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">What is beautiful about Amish's writing is that he has woven a Mythological tale into a believable story. He introduces Nagas as monsters who can fight like Ninjas and are the enemies of humanity. But in reality they are just normal humans born with deformities; a pair of extra hands and nose like elephant. The Nagas are the babies born to the Meluhans who were abandoned because of their deformed bodies. But are they really evil? There's more than meets the eyes. Is Shiva being fooled by the Meluhans? Or are the Chandravanshis and Nagas taking him for a ride? Or is it just the powerful people who are letting the evil rise for their own good? I can't answer all these questions for you cause these very curiosities make the story work. All I can say is that the research that has been put in to write this trilogy is worth all the applause.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Publisher: Westland Ltd.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Price: Rs 350</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Pages: 565</span></span>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-19604268481932845602013-02-10T22:31:00.001+05:302013-02-10T22:31:33.213+05:30Book Review: Once upon the tracks of Mumbai<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are films inspired by or based on a book and then there are books which take a lot of their masala from Bollywood. Once Upon The Tracks of Mumbai by Rishi Vohra takes a lot of inspiration from masala Hindi movies. An autistic hero like SRK's Rizwan Khan in My Name is Khan who has enormous body strength like Salman Khan in any of his movie, turns into a superhero like Hritik Roshan's Krrish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The book is a first person narration by Babloo who in his own words is autistic and suffers from split personality disorder. Technically speaking he suffers from Asperger Syndrome "<span style="background-color: white;"><i style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">that is characterized by significant difficulties in social interaction, alongside restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests</i><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">". Babloo, elder of the two brothers is neglected by his family and while he dreams of </span><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">achieving</span><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> something big his parents are busy finding him a job as an </span><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">office</span><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> boy. The only thing that keeps Babloo sane is thinking about Vandana, a head strong independent girl who stays in the same colony. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Babloo is fascinated by Vandana's simplicity and beauty and secretly loves her while Vandana is busy dreaming of her own independent life in the USA. Trouble brews when Vandana is engaged to Babloo's self centered </span><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">chauvinistic</span><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;"> younger brother Raghu. In order to break free from the burden of losing her independence Vandana gets involved with Sikander, the local cable guy whose sole aim is to sleep with as many women as he can. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Oblivious from all the going-ons around him, Babloo is busy finding his purpose in life when he suddenly finds himself in the spotlight. In an attempt to save a woman from goons Babloo is made into a super hero 'Railman'...because the woman was saved near the railway tracks. He walks on Mumbai's railway tracks dressed as a superhero in the night and moonlights as a peon in his father's office in the morning. While media and the people support the Railman police hates him and wants him behind bars. Babloo's tryst as the superhero ends soon and he gets caught by the police. The court trial leads him to the mental asylum where he finally finds some people who he can relate to. From here, the story took an unrealistic turn for me. Babloo's parents' sudden change of heart, Vandana's realization that she loves Babloo, Babloo finding a job and settling down with Vandana...all happens in the last 4-5 pages of the book.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Happily ever afters are good but only when they happen under realistic circumstances. However, despite not agreeing with the end I like the fact that Rishi Vohra has command over the language and has used the most important element of Mumbai, it's railway tracks, to weave the story. Once Upon The Tracks Of Mumbai is a decent read if not a must read.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Book: Once Upon The Tracks Of Mumbai</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Author: Rishi Vohra</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Publisher: Jaico Books</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Price: Rs 175</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 19.200000762939453px;">Pages: 266</span></span></span><br />
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shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-5628670445445905252013-01-07T13:43:00.000+05:302013-01-07T14:14:50.058+05:30Of books, films and blogs: The year that was2012 was the year of a lot of learning and meeting new people on twitter and in person. It also included a lot of reading thanks to Blogadda's book review program I signed up for. Here's a post dedicated to the year that was with a list of my 3 fav films I watched, books and blogs I read in 2012 (in no particular order).<br />
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<b>Gangs of Wasseypur I & II</b><br />
I don't need to talk much about this film. GoW gave a new wave of storytelling, actors and film making to Hindi cinema and despite people accusing Anurag Kashyap of indulgence I think that this was one of the best works of Indian Cinema. Read my review <a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/06/gangs-of-wasseypur-movie-review.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: blue;">Here</span></b></a><br />
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<b>Paan Singh Tomar</b><br />
The film has it's flaws but Irrfan Khan makes up for them. It is impossible to not love an actor who can give you goose bumps with just an expression of his eye. Read my review <b><a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/03/paan-singh-tomar-movie-review.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Here</span></a></b><br />
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<b>Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro</b><br />
Of-course I didn't see Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro for the first time but watching it in the theatre for the first time was a different experience altogether. The satire is as relevant today as it was when the film released. <span style="color: red;"><b><a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/11/jaane-bhi-mat-do-yaaro.html" target="_blank">Here's</a> </b></span>my post that I had written after watching the film in the theatre thanks to PVR.<br />
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<b>The Secret Of The Nagas by Amish</b><br />
While I finished the first part The Immortals of Meluha in 2011, the second part got over in Jan 2012. I find The Secret Of The Nagas more fast paced than the first book. It is darker and keeps you on the edge. Of course some overly melodramatic sections can be easily edited out but apart from that the book tells a brilliant story. I am now waiting for the third part of the Shiva Trilogy, Oath Of The Vayuputras slated to release in March.<br />
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<b>Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro by Jai Arjun Singh</b><br />
I picked up this book after a movie buff friend recommended it on twitter and it's a gem for those in love with the cult film Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro. I will not say much about the book in this post and will take you to an earlier post that I wrote after reading it. <a href="http://aspoonfullofworld.blogspot.in/2012/11/jaane-bhi-mat-do-yaaro.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: blue;">Here</span></b></a><br />
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<b>Raag Darbari by Srilal Shukla</b><br />
Raag Darbari was on my to-read list since a long time and finally I picked it off my brother-in-law's shelf who swears by it. The book doesn't have a set story and is in fact a description of life in a small village in the post Independence India. The language is full of sarcasm and Awadhi slangs and will keep you in splits.<br />
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<b>Calcutta Chromosome</b><br />
I came to know about this <a href="http://diptakirti.blogspot.in/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">blog</span></a> through a book I reviewed for <a href="http://blogadda.com/"><span style="color: blue;">blogadda.com</span></a>. Diptakirti Chaudhury, the author of Kitnay Aadmi Thay, the book and <a href="http://diptakirti.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Calcutta Chromosome</a> is a Hindi film buff and it is a lot of fun to read through his lists, agree and disagree with them and add your own favourites.<br />
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<b>Sumthinz Cooking</b><br />
A food blogger, baker and a friend Reema Prasanna who I met this year thanks to my profession. I love reading her <a href="http://sumthinzcooking.blogspot.in/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">blog</span></a> for the simple recipes she shares and all the stories she weaves around food. Reading her posts are more fun if you know her personally because then you can picture her expressions and mannerisms in your head. And yes, we share a common hatred for <i>khatti jalebis. </i>Follow her on twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/ScrollsNInk" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">@ScrollsNInk</span></a> to learn from her <a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23BakingGyaan&src=hash" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">#BakingGyaan</span></a><br />
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<b>Going Bananas</b><br />
The 17 year old <a href="http://palomasharma.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Paloma Sharma</span></a> writes about issues on her <a href="http://palomasharma.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">blog</span></a> that we so called adults try to shun. She is bold, atheist and is ready to take flak from the so called protectors of religion. Follow her on twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/PalomaSharma" style="background-color: white;" target="_blank">@PalomaSharma</a> and <a href="http://goinbananasblog/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">@GoinBananasBlog</span></a> to discuss all the issues that in her words "plague us all".<br />
<b><br /></b>shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-67552494870789707512012-12-19T16:02:00.001+05:302012-12-19T16:02:11.622+05:30I refuse to be a victim!So once again a brutal rape has left the country and its capital enraged. There are protest, marches and discussions in the assembly. And as I write this post I receive an e-mail which says, "Sign the petition to tell the President to stop rape NOW!"<br />
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Now, I am sure that the honorary President of India has never raped or even thought of doing something like that. So how do I tell him to stop something which he never started in the first place. I have signed many such petitions and to be honest I have never seen any change. A sign will not change the mindset of the rapist because he hasn't been a rapist all his life. It's that one moment of madness that turns him into an animal, at that very moment he forgets all the reason and logic. He forgets that the person in front of him is not just a walking talking vagina but in fact is a human. And if you keep that in mind every man is a potential rapist.<br />
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I know I will be called a feminist, a man hater for making this statement but I honestly believe that every man is a potential rapist. Some men have successfully suppressed the ferocious animal in them and some are still trying. Most of them haven't tried at all hence we hear about rapes so often. If you do not believe me try walking on a road full of men, out of 15 12 will stare at you or rather your boobs and at least 5 will walk close to you so that their hand brushes against some part of your body. And these are not uneducated, rowdy men, they are well dressed family guys working in a corporate house, raping you with just their eyes.<br />
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So how do we tell them to stop raping us? We sign petitions, hold protests, tweet incessantly about how sad this whole situation is and then we go back to our business as the news die down? No, we won't do the same old bullshit this time. This time we will decide to fight it on our own. We will carry our protection with us in a form of a sharp object. And we'll attack the oppressor where it'll hurt him the most. Yes, I mean physically.<br />
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Let's plan a direct attack where every woman protects herself. Let's stop rape. Let's refuse to be a victim!shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885284253293218900.post-10547724154289339182012-12-10T18:21:00.000+05:302012-12-10T18:42:52.681+05:30Nothing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am writing this note sitting beside a lake in Bhandardara, a sleepy Hamlet set in the midst of Sahyadri mountains in Maharashtra. It's so quiet in here that I can hear the sound of silence, the sound of wind passing through the branches, the sound of birds, the sound of oar (chappu) cutting through the water; I can hear all that. The continuous traffic snarls and construction sounds have not made my ears insensitive yet. I can listen to the sound of life.<br />
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I am sitting here away from the busy city, away from Bombay, away from the world of chaos, the world of FB and Twitter to make sure that somebody else's thoughts do not fog my mind.<br />
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I am sitting here listening to myself, listening to the sound of crickets, listening to the silence of the night.<br />
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I am sitting here looking at the single light bulb glowing in the distance, throwing its reflection on the shimmering lake.<br />
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I am sitting here in a boat in the middle of the lake, looking at the Sun rising behind a hill.<br />
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I am sitting here looking at the village slowly waking up and rising while I do nothing<br />
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I am sitting here in a tiny village thinking, why can't we take some time out from our daily life and do nothing. No site seeing, no games, no TV and no books; just nothing.<br />
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I am sitting here, thinking, scribbling on my notepad and doing nothing.shIrInhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00960152548590287614noreply@blogger.com2