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DevD: The Ultimate movie

I am not into writing reviews for movies or am someone who is really aware of technicalities and stuff regarding films or am even someone who can perfectly gauge the performances of the actors on a 1 to 10 scale.

I just like seeing movies as a good source of entertainment. Also I must clarify that I am too unemotional or artistic to get touched by pieces of art , be it Monalisa or LOTR. Hence I totally refrain from seeing romantic movies like Before Sunrise, After Midnight etc. :P

So i found it unusual when after seeing DevD and coming out of the theatre I really felt like seeing it twice. I know its not one of the best motion pictures ever made (at least no review or experts have said so;)) but seeing it made me really happy in more ways than one.

It was one of the very very few movies which I had to see once more, and the quest ended today when it finally arrived on LAN :) .. I can't pinpoint the things which I found really exceptional and perfect about the film but I would still try.

First and foremost it was a slap (or in devd style: a kick in the ass) on the faces of those mediocre bollywood directors and those worthless bollywood fans who just want to see uber famous personalities like (yeah i will mention some names...& their fans can kiss my ass :) ) khans,kaif,hrithik,kapoors etc... on the tube. Its not as if they do not know acting and stuff but either they are too snooty to try to put in whole-hearted efforts are too afraid to experiment with roles not conforming to their role-bubbles. And most importantly, they know that whether they perform excellently or not their movies will ascend the box offices and this shows in their shabby pieces like Billu, Singh is King etc..which seem more like half-baked pieces. Films like Welcome which were not worth it to view if paid , went on to become the top grossers of the year, In this manner Anurag Kashyap and others of his kind are worth a standing ovation to change this shitty mindset of bollywood junta.

Then come the other brilliant features of this masterpiece.

The film shows the scenes in a really realistic way and all the scenes show that they have been carefully researched upon and the editing of the movie is superb. Like the scene of the wedding which is so similar to the real weddings held (unlike the fancy weddings of typical bolly movies). Each scene has something to be savoured. There is a scene where the name of the neon logo of the restaurant has been cropped so that only "delhi" can be seen. This not only shows that the scene is going on in delhi but also maintains the privacy of the restaurant and also shows that the director has taken interest in such minute details. Then again, the director has not been afraid of portraying the world of sex and drugs vividly and strongly. The smooth CSW-talks of Chanda, the ambience of the brothel (red-lights etc..), the scenes of the bars and like have not been bended to suit the uneven mindsets of the people. The "A" tag and the corresponding loss in revenues did not deter the director, thankfully.

One laughable aspect of this ""ADULT" tag is that the skin show here is far less than in non adult movies like dhoom and the scenes are also not just to titillate the viewers but because they go with the script and the theme. But obviously this amount of logic is too much for the censorship board to comprehend :P

Then the excellent back-scores which add to the content of the movies and form an integral part of it . In fact when you listen to the songs after seeing the movie you can constantly recollect all the scenes because they are so perfectly suited to each other. This is in direct contrast to the typical bollywood songs which are only there because the poor viewer in the theatre cannot fast-forward it. I doubt a single non-moron viewer will go through the agony of watching a song sequence while seeing the movie on a dvd :)

The three gentlemen beautifully represent the dark and murky underbelly of delhi and these subtle representations go a long way in showing how good and powerful the way of presenting a theme can be. With their excellent dance steps combined with the touching background songs you can get a strong feel of each and every emotion of the characters.

Unlike Devdas which showed no history of a leading character like Chandramukhi and thus leaving a gaping hole in the script , DevD leaves no such error. Also the boring way in which DevDas keeps drinking the same type of drink (never mentioning what that it, some dark brown liquid in a dark brown ugly bottle) , here we properly see how Dev goes deep down into the alley of disaster, vodka followed by stronger and stronger drugs.

Another thing which struck me was the neat assimilation of the two incidents of MMS scandal and the BMW incident in a movie which had nothing to do with them. I really got touched when Chanda speaks, "My clip was never shown on tv or newspaper. Everyone downloaded it, used it for their own fun and then called me a slut".. Now that shows how hypocritic the people (read Indians) are . It was not as if Lenny was filming for some porn for money, it was some personal and mutual physical relation between two people and logically there seems to be nothing wrong in that. But of course when you do not get it and see some one else getting it :P , jealousy is bound to be produced and that is what leads to all these ram sene's and bajrang dal's shouting out to women to stop becoming modern and to sit in their homes until their husbands come, choose them and then take them as their slaves :P. Not only the hypocritic common mass in general picks on Lenny and makes her life a complete hell, her father too, instead of understanding her bad state of affairs and lending her a helping hand, goes on to prevent her from moving out of her house. Instead of forgiving her and trying to smoothen things out he makes her life worse by committing suicide whose blame again is put on the poor girl. I wonder how an Army Man can be coward enough to do such a dastardly act :O

Last but not the least, the wonderful performances of all the leading characters who really looked as if they were built for these roles. This again reminds me of the great hollywood movies ,take harry potter for an instance, where you feel that each actor was born to do his or her role and you keep on wondering how the directors found out people for each role. Ron or Harry, everyone looks in the movie just like you had seen them in your mind's eye in the book. The formula of course lies in good casting followed by perfect acting and direction.

These arguments can only take the movie to a certain height. Ultimately , like any other piece of subjective value, it has to connect with your soul , and I must say DevD connected to mine.

Hats off to Anurag, Abhay,Gill and Koechlin.

You made my days :)

Word list द्वितीय

It was a day when our most peaceful semester turned out to be a semester even worse than the days spent under the aegis (sic) of KPK. We were agog at the prospect of a semester when the courses were light & fun, the grading good and the profe**ors chilled. There was a general feeling in the Me**anical Depart**nt that P**f. Fortune had been utterly altruistic on its fou**h year D**l De*ree students this year and were soaring aloft with joy. But, we, the poor students of C*M never knew what lay in our way.

It was another cheerful morning, when I had woken up late, attended just one class in the morning (because I had just one class in the morning all the 4 days, apart from Wednesday when I had no class the whole day. HURRAH!!) and came back to my room after lunch gathering strength for my 4.5 hours of consecutive evening classes. There was a friendly-looking mail in my G*O which seemed to advert to some registration issues. I thought it just referred to the acceptance of my mess fees but lo! , on opening the mail, it affronted me with its bold italicised letters alleging that my registration had been drastically disapproved.



Apparently our Fac**ty Ad**sor had suddenly woken up from a deep slumber of about three and a half years and decided to do his IMPORTANT duties all of a sudden. Of course, having never interacted with any of us before, and having never checked the registration website before, he had no idea how and why we had taken the courses in the previous semester, or which courses had gone extinct and which new courses had started flowing in these years. So, using his (ill)logical mind he just said that we cannot enroll for any course this semester unless mentioned in the list given on some invisible ME website. It never bothered him that more than 90% of the courses in that list on the ASC (of course, there's no list on that antique ME website) are not running this semester and due to the proficiency shown by the likes of AA, are innumerable clashes of slots. So without thinking how deeply he was afflicting us with his decision, he just proceeded to cancel our registration.

We immediately gathered ourselves and proceed to the department with alacrity. P**f. Jo**i, another severely incompetent pr*f***or of C*M was ignorant of any such situation and seemed even more taken aback than us. But he tried to allay our fears by stating that he would ameliorate our condition and help us to register for all the courses that we wanted to take. He then advocated freedom for us in front of both our fac*d and H*D and adverted to our dilemma of not having enough options. But, it seemed that our esteemed H*D (Shame on S*j*l for taking him as his guide)had left his brains in some aerie or alloyed his grey cells with trash. After talking to H*D P**f. Jo**i came out a different man and announced that we had to resolve the issue ourselves and must take the damned courses given in the damned ASC list. He said the Satan-damned H*D was not amenable to any logical arguments provided by him. The reason for this might be that the power which Mr. Bap*t had been aggrandizing for so long had now gone to his head and replaced the tissues required for logic. There was now an ambivalent feeling among us of anger and rejection but I*T-ians are taught to fight against all odds. We soothed our broken hearts and ambled to our classes. It seemed that we were no longer ambulatory and couldn’t lift our feet at all.




P.S.: (Some useful advice) It is said that Ambrosia is the food of the Gods and that when you take it you can achieve immortality. According to law, alimony is the Court-ordered support paid by one spouse to another after they are separated

Word List 1 :)

My dinner lies in abeyance, as I, accoutred with my monitor, cpu and other accessories, write this piece of article. The remnants of the abominable day still linger in my mind. I wished to sleep but had to wake up to take the CL test. I finally let go of my sleep but this act of abnegation would not prove to be as fruitful as I had desired. As usual, I abrogated the well-intentioned well known rule of bathing before eating and unabashedly proceeded for the mess.

On reaching the counter full of abominable aloo (sic) paranthas, I realised that of late I have been having quite an abstemious diet. The sight of Gabbar in front of me led me to muse upon the abstract relationship between eating and gaining weight. There is always an accretion in the girth of people like him regardless of the quantity of food they consume. The actuarial tables also portray that there is no correlation between the waist line and the daily calories intake for an average human being.
Somehow I devoured my meal and headed for my room where I once again faced the dilemma of what to do and what not to do before an exam. I adjured myself to have a look at some DI questions but ended up viewing some arbitrary Facebook profiles.
I also found an interesting article where another couple had refused to abjure their beliefs due to society pressure. I acclaim their belief in themselves and their rejection of the fear of being ostracized by society. I detest people who acquiesce to their peers and families and lead their fake lives especially pursuing careers they have no interest in.
Anyways, somewhere about noon , I proceeded for the destination for my test and came across several shops in between, which were abutting each other and the customers of one were standing in front of the other. Due to my fear of acrophobia I was hoping that my destination was not a skyscraper. Fortunately , it was not and when I accosted the examiner I was surprisingly feeling as if I was at the acme of my preparation.
In the examination hall, I found a military-looking guy sitting next to me who was the son of an adjutant and I accommodated him in completing the form.

Unfortunately, the paper was such that I kept on cursing it in highly acrimonious terms. All the while, I kept feeling that my ignorance was abysmal and it was better to get out of there ASAP just like those IIT Endsems. The questions completely addled me and there was an acute sense of pain at my absolute inability to answer the Quant and DI questions.The verbal questions were too abstruse to comprehend.
Till the exam ended, I had lost all my acuity in judging the answers from the questions and the exam was a complete fiasco.

The only good thing about the day is that I finally have started writing and hope to continue this. The experience of writing something is too profound to explain in words. Its simply gr88 :)

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Hail MURPHY!!

This is my first tribute to the greatest law ever discovered or realized by human kind, one which is so universal and so widely applicable that the ones by Einstein and Newton seem inconspicuous in its awe.
No one knows who Murphy was , at least he is not as famous as the other guys but thats the ultimate contradiction. Great people do not seek glory , they strive for glorious works.

Almost all laws have their limitations and to make them applicable everywhere you mostly need to have a rigorous definition but the Murpy law stands apart for its simplicity and is unique for its multiple variations , more varied than anything you can imagine.

it simply says
"If something can go wrong, it will"

This introduction was only because I wanted to narrate my petty incident which though petty made my belief in murphy all the more firm.

As usual I was crossing the railway crossing between the market and my hostel. I have crossed the same like a dozen times all the time merrily with all the time in my hand. And I never found the gate closed . And here i was already an hour late for office also carrying a heavy bag from the market(yeah, i do not get to shop in eve due to the marvellous opening times in germany) and lo behold! the gate was closed for the first time..
Ok , i thought , it happens the gate exists for the purpose of closing or else it would be like one of the many white elephants of Indian Government.

After standing for 2 minutes with no sign of any train I contemplated to go to through the underground passage some way across . I thought that going that extra distance might cause me more harm than good if the gate opens as soon as i leave.

As usual , I had to take a hard decision "To go or not to go"...People could see me taking one step forward and backward every 5 seconds and god knows what they thought..they never pain others anyways...

After waiting for somewhat ten loong minutes I firmly decided to walk to the underground passage . And as soon as I had started walking the train came.

Now this cannot be a co incidence... The main thing is that I knew all that ten minutes that as son as i will start walking away the train and it happened exactly the same :O

Hail Murphy...

P.S.: I thought the post would be interesting when i thought of it in the morning but after writing it , I can see that it is no better , even worse than my previous posts..:(
Maybe the time spent betweent the incident and the writing dampened my thoughts and enthusiasm. Maybe i will delete this after I have written some more ..

Such a nice way of thinking....I love it...

When a man has casual sex with a woman, he's not respecting her, or her body.
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Men have sex with women only because they respect either them or their bodies irrespective of whether it happens before or after marriage. Isn't it so? Why else? "
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P.S:I wish it was as easy to get the women to bed with the line "I respect both you and your body. Now let me genuflect and worship it..."

Anyways why bring in "respect" here? It is a social construct. Sex is a biological one :)
We are animals. We are programmed to mate and propagate our genes. Whether men and women "respect" each other doesnt matter a bit as long as both know what goes where and they are not sterile.
And in the path of fulfilling God's path for human beings, if we get some enjoyment and pleasure then i don't see any wrong in this...

P.P.S: http://parahoot.blogspot.com/2008/05/fill-me-with-your-babies.html

Germany (my first dream come true) :D

Achtung(warning): This is my first blog and I never know when I may write something related to iitb lingo which might go above your head or anything which you might feel sublime or derogatory or offensive but I don't give a damn.:D..(just kidding) ..Also if you like South Park then I am sure you are the best person I will ever meet and vice versa

Anyways lets stick to the topic. I know everyone likes to go abroad but for me it was really something special.Its not that I do not like my motherland ,I am extremely senti(mental) for it but I certailnly love the carefree and stress free way europeans or Germans (bcoz i do not know much about other nations you dumbo) live. I love their attitude to life and the way they work when they work and they relax when they relax.
And maybe given a chance I would certainly like to spend a major part of my life in their style.

Anyways with these thoughts I left my nation and hopped on to Siegen(you might not have heard of it but that is where I am in Germany and its the least rocking place you will find in Germany :( ). The preparations and apprehensions for the ten hour travel far exceeded the 3 month stay in germany. The fears of being thrown out of the airport for not having one of the zillion documents, left stranded in the airport for days and having half my luggage thrown out for causing excess unbalanced toque on the poor airplane started giving me nightmares as soon as the fears of failing in the end semester exams ended.
Anyways with hundreds of instructions from seniors(I love Doda), mausi, mausa, parents and batchmates (kudos to mishra)I left my beloved hostel.At this moment Mishra and AmarG arrived as angels and decided to accompany me to airport. So the three of us reached the only intrenational airport of the great city of Mumbai only to find it even more unattractive from outside than DUMDUM airport.(several reasons for that one). Even then the angels decided to step inside and help me out. But lo! the guard says you can only step inside with a ticket. What a shame!! Do you consider Indians to be so desperate to sit in the airport's ac rooms for hours and sleep on its recliners for days that they will try to escort every possible relative or neighbour to the .. But yes thats's India :D


Anyways we cut lukkha for an hour and leaving them with wet eyes I stepped inside. The checking -in, unfortunately, was an anti-climax and seeing their relaxed parameters I think I myself could have travelled in the cabin bag. (I know what you ae thinking there but yeah, I weigh more than 60 kilogrammes, believe it or not).

Anyways the airport inside is much better than outside including the absence of noise and the comfortable seats. I found another guy from iit who was travelling to berlin and accompanying me till Doha and we started chatting as usual.

Just then I got this message that you could get a window seat if you desire and restrain from pursing your lips(to hide your infamous teeth:D) while taking your boarding pass. I still hoped to get a good seat but alas! i got the worst seat , probably in the whole airplane in the middle of the 3 seats with a depressed öady and a snooty gentle(thats a pun if u did not get it)man on both sides.
Anyways, I tried to see some movies, tried eating those strange looking stuff and reached Istanbul very plainly.

That led me and Kushlesh (you forgot the other guy, no wonder you are so self-obsessed) to Istanbul airport. Here agin there was no one to say "hey, you seem like a potential terrorist, where is your institute letterhead signed in triplicate by the Director stating you wuill not try to burn the seats or harass the air hostess". But all was not the same for Kushlesh. Due to his visa starting from the next day he had to confine himself to the airport for one whole day until he could be allowed to approach the next airplane to Berlin.

THe next airplane of Qatar airlines seemed much larger especially due to the fact that almost half the seats were empty. I was sitting on the first two seats and another guy (a Pakistani yet a good man) was sitting on the next three seats. The food here was far better than that of the first airplane in terms of both quality and variety and I wonder if that had something to do with the first one's Indian connection becaus the time of travel was almost the same in both.
I was watching the Alps from the windows and wondering how the days ahead would be in a foreign land with so few to understand you. I noticed something that even in these nice airplanes there were long queues for the toilet. As usual, I visited it for the maimum number of times among all the passengers but that habit is long overdue now probably due to the absence of toilets not just in restaurants and museums but also in major railway stations like Frankfurt.

After arriving in Frankfurt the feeling started sinking that I was a foreigner here and not all those good looking , extremely good-looking and ******* good-looking models passing you every half a minute. I could witness the first smooch even before arriving near the baggage claim section, and ya, it could easily give Emraan Haasmi a fight.;) I was longing to have a look at my beloved trolley , more so because I had just bought it a day back after a thorough survey and investigation.
Again the situation proved to be an anti-climax and my luggage was one of the first to be seen and I was relieved to have achieved my first milestone in the three month saga.
I had done so much research on "The cheapest ways to travel in Europe" with advices from respected seniors from almost all the iit's and inputs from all the forums I could get a hand on. But now I could not think of any way I could travel to Siegen apart from the information given by DB people and I just asked them to give me the cheapest way to travel to Siegen.