Movies, As I like It.

For the past few month's David Fincher's "The Social Network" has been slowly sneaking into countries and has been taking them by storm. As of November 12th, it found its way into India, and has the whole nation going gaga. A lot of people have already caught the movie before it found its way to Indian shores, via that Dvd Screener with that annoying yet temporary watermark.

A few have already started commenting that its oscar worthy and what not, but lets not forget its competitors shall we?

First of all this is not about who's going to take home the big golden bald man on that chilly February evening. This is what you could call a round up of all the movies that were actually worth its salt(No Pun intended there.) and also for my personal kicks, the ones people HATED.

Lets Begin Shall we?

First up.

Lets start with the social network. Now I'm not going to delve into the story cause people have already caught it and those who haven't , Wikipedia's your thing, man. The thing I liked about Social Network was the fact that it was a simple story, told brilliantly, We've seen tales of best friends stabbing each other in the back, tales of Plagiarism and teenage angst and the like. But what Fincher did was nothing short of remarkable, If you've noticed that all the courtroom scenes and the other ones are laced with electro-synth music and not your usual classical stuff. The Music gets the so called Younger Generation interested in what exactly is happening, and the elder generation in the Vermin hole, which we call the world of Corporates. Don't judge me here, but I'm saying that music DOES play a huge role in terms of storytelling. Not to mention Aaron Sorkin(who I believe makes a guest appearance as one of the New York Advertisers), who's brilliant screenplay carries the film.

I wouldn't be surprised if he walks away with Adapted Screenplay this year.

Next up we've got Inception.
If David Fincher thinks its going to be a cakewalk for him at all the Award nights, he's got another thing in the shape of Christopher Nolan coming at him.
If Fincher managed to put across a simple story in brilliant fashion, Nolan went one step ahead of him.

11 Years in writing, Inception is probably one of the most ingenious movies that Hollywood has churned out so far. After being overlooked for the brilliant The Dark Knight, Nolan returned with Inception. Whoever thought he couldn't better TDK, had to end up eating their words. Inception is not a people's movie.
Its more on the intellectual side, and when you do have a look at it you can see the effort that's been put into it. Not to mention some strong performances from DiCaprio and Gordon-Leviit(His performance is not oscar worthy man), and it grabs you by the balls and just doesn't let go until you've finally stepped out of the theater. They've been mixed reviews but if that shitball of a movie they call Avatar could win a Golden Globe for best picture, this has a very, very strong shot at the Oscar.


On the other side of the Atlantic, emerged a movie called "The King's Speech". Not many of you would've probably heard of it, but a friend of mine showed me its promos and I was just blown away. Directed by Tom Hooper, The King's Speech is about A chronicle of King George VI's effort to overcome his nervous stammer with the assistance of speech therapist Lionel Logue. A chronicle of King George VI's effort to overcome his nervous stammer with the assistance of speech therapist Lionel Logue. With a stellar cast including Geoffrey Rush, Helena Bonham Carter and Colin Firth, this one was a sure shot at the big one, and I believe still is.

Okay that's all for now.
I'll put up another five by tomorrow night.
And Deathly Hallows has an 84% On Rotten Tomatoes. Interesting.

Hey.

Hello.
It's been a while since I got down to blogging. The last time, I left a small number of people like you, hanging with that story I just couldn't get down to finishing. I passed on the baton to a friend, and he turned the whole thing upside down.

For the epic finale of that story, Check Shubham Gangopadhyay's notes On Facebook.

Due to new relationships, college, teenage angst and what not, I just could'nt get down to blogging again. Now I've decided to spend atleast an hour on this godforsaken interface every day, so I actually stay true to my word.

The Next story i'd planned to write requires a lot of research and an understanding of Hebrew and German. It'll probably take a while for me to get started on the story, so in the meantime, I've decided to go after, them movies, the ones I love , the ones I detest, the ones I detest so much that I love the fact that I detest them so much, and what not.

I'll probably start one, tonight and it should be up before the crack of dawn.



Its Good To Be Back.
Abhin.

Part 4- We're almost there. Well, almost.

It took me ten minutes to to get to malvika's house. In that span of time, I contemplated what the call was alll about. Did she fall again? Was she being robbed? Was there that wild possibility that she'd confess her feelings, and we'd end up making out? Or Did she watch RGV KI AAG and just couldnt get past the tripe she'd just seen, all alone?.

I brought the car to a halt outside Malvika's apartment, when that lousy watchman showed up like Batman from the shadows, scaring me half to death.
"Saar?", he coughed. It was obvious the nut had been drinking.
"Saar. No parking in front of the gate saar. Apartment rules. The madam, she will throw me out, if she finds out."
I didnt have time. What if Malvika was really in trouble??I had to hurry. And so, I decided to use the situation to my advantage.
"But kind sir, the car is parked twenty feet away from the gate. cant you see that?"
The watchman stared at my face and then at the car, for what seemed to be an age and went,"But of course sir! Forgive me, I am slightly off color, as you can see, huhuhuhuhuhuhuh", he laughed. If Micromaxx had cast this bugger instead of Akshay Kumar in their ad, they would've sold a lot more phones.

I dashed up the stairs and banged Malvika's door. After a minute she opened the door, looking all sullen and worried."What happened?", I said, completely out of breath.
She stared at me, for a whole minute,(I could feel her eyes pierce right through me) and said,"I want Ice Cream."

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For a moment or two, I had absolutely no clue what the hell was going on. She couldny even say "April Fools!", cause it was the middle of June, and it was pouring like hell.
"Ice Cream?? You woke me up at half past two, made me drive all the way here, to tell me that you want ICE CREAM?? Do I look like the guy in the hero honda ad?? No!! This is bloody crazy!!", I stated incredously.

"I know! I'm sorry! But , uh I had this craving, Oh this HUGE HUUGE craving for Ice cream and I wanted it so so badly, I didnt know whom to call, a-an-and I saw your number on the table, and just picked it up and gave you a call... What happened to you??", She stared.

Throughout her explanation, I hadnt said a word. Picture this. You have this super hot girl, standing in front of you, explaining how big a craving she has for chocolate, and suddenly, her tone changes. Drastically. (I know that I havent put up in the whole conversation, because its too long and too bloody inappropriate for children below the age of 14. But let me tell you this. There was lots and lots of moaning and groaning).

I snapped back to reality. "No, its nothing!", and for the second time in 10 hours , I found myself trying to change the topic to avoid embarrasment. "Well. there's no parlour open, at this time of the night, but there's the royal orchid just down the road, and I'm pretty sure its gotta 24 hour coffee shop. We could go there. If you like.", I added.


"Hmm. Okay. Lets head out."

We spent a good hour in the coffee shop, chitchatting away to glory. She was originally from Delhi, but she'd moved to Bangalore for her +2. And she decided to finish her undergrad here as well, and eventually ended up working as an AD in Nirvana films. I told her about my job, my boss and his obsession with the word(She laughed her heart out, but only after I told her what it meant.), about Nihal, and about dad, and how I'd inherited his trait of making an utter fool of one's self in front of girls. She laughed and said," haha. That is in a way, true. Was your dad worse than you?"
I scoffed."Worse? He thinks I'm ten times better than him! And from what've heard, I'm pretty sure I am. You know once, when my dad was still in college, this really funny thing happened which involved him, this girl and an umbrella....".

By the time we got back to her place, it was way way past four. The elevators were luckily functioning, so getting her back up wasnt too big a deal. I tucked her in, said my goodbyes and I was on my way once more.

A month just flew by. Malvika's condition improved. Neha got pregnant. Nihal was over the moon. Satty was still taking Narayan's case, and still barking "Shaata!", at everything that moved. I got to know Malvika a lot better, and we became really close. I'd visit her everyday and'd take her to the physio, every three days to check on her leg. She'd often laugh and say how lucky(wait for it) I was to have her. Which, to be quite honest, is true.

One Saturday morning I finally decided to tell her. Nihal came over and eased me through the situation. My nerves were past breaking point when the phone rang. Nihal answered. His eyes went wide. Without another word , he handed over the phone to me.
"Ello?"
"Hello??", I had an instant head rush, when I recognised Malvika's voice on the other line."Hello? Araan?? Listen, could you please come over for a bit? there's something, I want to talk to you about."

"You want an ice cream?"
She didnt laugh." No. Its something else. Meet me in half an hour or so. Bye." She put the phone down.

"So what'd she want?", Nihal asked curiously.
"She wants to meet me. Didnt say why. I'd better leave now. Sorry mate, but I'll have to leave you hanging just for a little longer. Bye.", and with that I was, gone.

Part 3: To The Hospital... And Beyond!

I reached the hospital at a quarter to six. I walked upto the receptionist, who I have to admit was, kinda cute(Seriously. I have you seen hospital receptionists lately??!). I told her I was looking for Malvika."Last name?", she enquired.
"Uhh.. I have no clue", I answered, looking quite flummoxed.
"No full name, no access. This is a hospital. Patients' personal information is confidential", she stated as a matter-of-factly.
Then like a guardian angel, a nurse came to my rescue." Oh I remember you! you're that guy, who brought in that girl with a broken foot this morning!", she looked at the receptionist, and went "this is the the guy who broke that girl's foot in room 805".
"Ohohooo!", the receptionist exclaimed. "Well, as you might've heard, she's in room 805. 'll let her know, you're on your way up". I thanked her and began to walk towards the elevators, when she said"Hey! Listen, if things dont work out too well between you and broken foot girl, well gimme a call sometime. Here's my number", she said handing out a little slip with her number scribbled untidily onto it. She winked at me, and I continued walking, wondering if my day could get any crazier.
The Doctor was examining her foot when I walked in. "Aaah",said the doctor whose baritone was almost identical to that of Sir Ian Mckellen."And what do we have here Malvika? Boyfriend, I s'pose?", he said, his voice tinkling with laughter.
"Haha, no no doctor. He's a friend.. a very close one infact", she said wiinking at me.
Crap. I'd forgotten how stunningly beautiful she looked. Her dark black hair, fell gracefully onto her shoulders, in the form of rounded curls in the front, and sleek at the back. Her eyes, pierced right through me, for some odd reason made me go weak in the knees. Her lips curved into this gorgeous smile, and deep inside, I knew, that this girl was everything I wanted.
"Helloooo??"
I snapped back to reality. The doctor and Malvika, were looking at me, curiously. It was then I realised that I had this incredibly sad grin on my face. "prprrprprppbb!", I said trying to change the subject."Oh Kay, I think I'll make my move now. You going to be here for another day?",I asked her, trying not to go pink with embarrasment.
Before she could say anything, the doctor said," Oh no. She can go home today. Please do take care of yourself now, will you darling?,", he looked at malvika. Old man hitting on a 20 something girl. Disgusting bastard.
"Oh yeah, sure doc, Ill be o-o-", she paused.
"what happened?", the perverted doc and I asked in unison.
"I just realised that I dont have a ride home, especially in this condition. My room mate's out of town, and I live a good half an hour from here. I dont know what to do!", she said putting her head in her hands.
The doctor turned to me,"Young man, do YOU have a vehicle?"
"I d-d-d-o-o-do" sir", I stammered.
"Excellent! Malvika, this young man here would gladly offer to drop you home!", he exclaimed.
"Wait. What??", I said in utter bewilderment.
"Oh that would be sooo helpful and sweeeett!!", she screamed happily.
Now this is the point where good sense and gut feelings come into place. Normally, gut feelings work for you, but in my case its always been, the other way 'round. Just like everything else in my life. On one hand,The good sense, was telling me to get the eff outta there.But, as usual, The lousy gut feeling, as always, took over.
"Sure. Why not? Lemme get that for you."
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Getting Malvika to the car turned out to be quite a task. She wouldnt stay still for a single moment, and she kept rambling on and on and on and on. When we eventually did get her to the car, she shut up. If only for a bit.
The drive back to Malvika's house was an education in fashion. Malvika kept fussing over her cast, and how doctors had no sense of fashion whatsoever, and that the cast wasnt going to go with any of her wardrobe.
We reached Malvika's house by 8. And curse our stinking luck, the lift was under maintainance.. "Which floor do you live on?", I asked, preparing myself for the worst. "The 4th", she said almost instantaneously. 4Th floor. Not too bad. Not too good either. And in one swift motion, I swung her onto my arms and started walking. She looked surprised at first, but then she understood it was the only way. And this most certainly did not help my situation.

After much panting, and climbing, we made it to her apartment. I gently, made her touch the ground with the good foot and slowly helped her down with the other. We kept our eyes, locked onto each other, without saying a word.

Her apartment was a 2 BHK with a balcony overlooking a small lake. It was decorated, with cutouts of fluffy teddy bears, Scooby and Shaggy, and some Dilbert as well. Wow. Girl's got a very varied taste.

I helped her onto her bed, and made sure she had everything she needed. I gave her my no, and asked her to give me a call, If she needed anything. I decided to make my move, and so I left.
I reached my house at a quarter to 10. I put on some Mozart, changed into my night clothes, and got into bed. Within minutes I was asleep.

At half past two, my cell phone rang, scaring me half to death. I picked up, feeling groggy, and grumbled, " 'Ello?"
"Hello?? Araan??", I jumped as I recognised Malvika's voice, "Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something. Can you get over here now? Please hurry! Its urgent!", and she put the phone down, without even giving me a chance to open my mouth.
I stared at the phone and then looked at the clock. It was round 2 45. I could get to her place in like 10. And she probably wouldnt call, unless it was something urgent.
I washed up, picked up my jacket, and walked outta the door, got into my car and made my way to Malvika's house.
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Part Two: Nihal, Satty and the Word

"Dude. You sure about this?".
Nihal filled his cup, took a swig, and stared at me, one eye brow raised. "I-I- dont know man.", I spluttered, " It was so.. surreal."
Nihal sighed and took another swig. "Dude. This is just another crush man. It'll pass. Let it go."
"I'm going to the hospital." I boldly stated. "Hmpf. Do what you want. just remind me, to take home dinner. Neha 'll kill me if I forget."Nihal laughed.
Nihal Sharma was a childhood friend of mine. I met him during playschool, and since then we've been best buddies. Nihal and I went to the same school, same college, same class, and eventually same job. In college, Nihal had fallen for this for this girl in the arts department called Neha Sebastian. The two hit it off like a house on fire, he proposed, she accepted and they dated for three years straight before deciding to move in together. She headed the "Bengaluru Buzz" and was also a guest editor for The Times.
"Isnt it high time you two got married?", I asked. "Hmm yeah, yeah, just waiting for the right moment man. I want it to be perfect you know? But forget me, You're the man of the moment. I'd hate to be the one stealing your spotlight",He winked, But suddenly his expression changed,"Oh bloody hell. Its Satvinder. Get your head down!"
A big burly Surd walked into the room, with a rather unhappy look on his face, Unfortunately for me, the big burly Surd was my boss, Satvinder Singh Chaddha.
Mr Chaddha, or Satty as he was fondly called, came up the hard way. He ran away from home, studied under street lights, worked on the streets of Bombay and god knows how, ended up as my boss. And how'd we know all of this. The fool would not stop ranting about it.
"Mr Sharma, I want those figures on my desk tomorrow morning."His voice boomed. "And it better be accurate. Mr Narayan comes into the office the other day with the figures. I take one good look at them and do you know what I say to him??"
"No sir." We said in unison, even though we knew what was coming.
Satty puffed up his chest and went on."I looked at him straight in the eye and said"These are the figures?? SHAATA!" he barked.
"Oh very nice sir", said Nihal with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Nice?? Shaata it was nice! I gave him the full Satvinder Singh Chaddha treatment. Which you too will recieve if those figures aren't on my desk by tomorrow morning. Now get back to your work. SHAATA!" he barked as if he was referring it to as ASAP, and left the room.
No one in the office knew how Satty had come across the word. Legend has it that, Satty got into a fight with a rickshaw driver, who threw abuses at him, and he was only able to single out one of the expletives the driver had used. And we were all pretty sure Satty had no clue what it meant, cause he didnt know a word of the language. And now he used it as if he'd known the word for years.
"Crap. I've got satty on my ass. And you, you get off my ass too. Go meet the girl of your dreams with a broken foot and work things out. In the meantime, I'll have to get these figures done with it, plus I've gotta pick up dinner too. Wow, Some day I'm having eh?" He said, his voice soaked with sarcasm.
I looked at the clock. It was nearing half past 5. visiting hours at the hospital would close within an hour and a half. So I said a quick goodbye to a bitter Nihal, picked up my coat and made my way out. I passed by Satty's office where I could hear him taking Narayan's case again."WHAAAT??" he bellowed." You say you're getting married tomorrow and you need a week's holiday for your honeymoon?? SHAAAATAAAAAA!!"
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Part 3 coming soon

Part One-The Mojito And The Mayhem

Allright. Shit does kinda happen. In fact, It happens a LOT in my case. I have a knack of getting into shit, which I'm not even remotely involved with. And what happened on that Saturday afternoon, well, Make of it whatever you will after you're done with this.

I was on my way back from work when I had this sudden urge for a Virgin Mojito. I work as a an accountant for Reuters, but thats besides the point.
So I walk into KFC and the guy behind the counter flashes this 100MW smile and asks me for my order. When he realises that all I want is a goddamn Mojito, he's unable to hide his disappointment, but he takes the order and less than a minute after that, My Mojito and I are united.
So I'm walking out and as usual I dont notice that lousy sign which bears the legend "CAUTION: WET FLOOR." And the next few seconds just go all blurry.

It was as if time'd slowed down to let me know what an idiot I was. I slipped and the Mojito flew into the air. I dived, without a care in the world. It was my snitch, and i was its seeker. But even in my dreams, I've always sucked ass a seeker.
The Mojito clattered to the floor, its contents, spewing all across that filthy KFC ground. I scrambled to my feet cursing. But fate, lousy ol fate decided that things werent put to rest. Yet.
I heard a screech, and a SNAP! as i wheeled around just in time to see this girl crumple like a twig onto the staircase. The Reason: she slipped on my beloved Mojito.
Part of me wanted to bolt. The other part, the one which makes you do stupid things took over and over again, reared its ugly head again, scaring the former part away. I ran to her aid, and lifted her up to apologise, and thats the part, where my mind crashed.
What I was staring at, was probably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my entire useless, boring life. Her skin was darkish brown, with a slight tinge of bronze to it. Her eyes were, hazel, even though I couldnt make out much, probably due to the fact that they were half closed cause she was screaming in pain. She had long dark hair, with a little fringe in front. And her lips.. Well. lets not go there.
And so there I was, staring at this god like thing in my arms, when reality struck.

I heard screaming, Lots and Lots of screaming. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, MY BLOODY FOOT!!" was the first sentence I heard after my little daydream. "Holy shit I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry!" the words just came tumbling onto my lap."SCREW YOUR SORRY! GET ME TO A BLOODY HOSPITAL!", she screeched. By that time a little crowd'd gathered and were watching the whole scene with a lot of curiousity.
"oh allright. I'll take you there. Can you stand?" I said, timidly.
"I can, but it hurts so much!", she wailed.
"Allright, I'll carry you to my car, and I'll take you to the hospital, if you dont mind." And without a word, I lifted her in one swift motion and took her to the car. Surprisingly, she didnt protest.
Luckily for us, the hospital was only a few minutes away. I parked the car and asked for a nurse. two of them arrived promptly and brought a wheelchair along with them. They put the girl onto the chair and wheeled away, But before they did, She turned to me, smiled and said"Thanks."
"No problem.", I said trying not to blush.
"I'm Malvika by the way".
"Araan", I said not looking up.
"Cute name", she giggled and then grimaced when the pain brought her back to her senses.
"You better go. Lets not aggravate it shall we?"
"Haha. Allright. See you around, Araan", she smiled, and the nurses wheeled her away.
As I saw her go, I was pretty sure of two things a la twilight's back cover. One I was the one who was responsible for the girl's (mostly)broken foot, and the second, that I was head over heels in love with her.

Woohoo Bmaoow It is!

allright first things first. you will not find any porn or references to any porn websites on this blog. so people (i wont mention who) looking for an erotic escape, will surely be not satisfied(Allright. References In stories okay?what's a blog, without the right stuff eh?;))
This blog is the third(and final!) one I've opened, while the last two, due to inconsitency issues, died a slow and painful death. Please do pay respects to them, by clicking on the link which i'm too lazy to put up.:)
what you will find here, would basically be reviews on movies, music, satirical takes on the politicos, the modis, the thambis and the pa's and the suppus(meant for cottonian eyes only:)) and the occasional short stories which would probably be influenced by real life incidents involving people I know.:)
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