raincoat .. strange but true

saw raincoat yesterday.. no today actually .. in the wee hours of the night from about 1 odd..
started the movie in a wingie's room.. got a shock when the movie started with some bihari folk song... got reminded of some chhat events.. nyways.. the movie starts.. ajay devghan(mannu :P) is a guy in trouble.. engineer at a jute mill in his village.. the mill shuts down... so he goes to the city to raise some money to do a business... shown as an extremely jittery.. absolutely battered.. aadha mood yahi pe sad ho gaya.. plus the music in the background.. designed to kill all the joy in ones life... sorta like pather panchali had on my dad.. never dared to watch the movie after that...

nyways so here we were.. with mannu dear in the city.. with his good friend getting him names and addresses of their close knit friend circle of college days(long time back.. 17 saal shayad).. then....the first elements of a different part of the movie comes about.. mr manoj wants to know where the address of his childhood flame who had ditched him for a "paisawala".. is. His friend takes a lot of load.. then becomes commerical in ki.. usse ache khase paise lena types... and tells him how to get there.. so far so good.Ab story me ghusa raincoat... it so happens that it is raining in kolkata.. our man refuses an umbrella saying that he will lose it.. so he is given the manservants raincoat.. and the wife's mobile.. a few words here about the wife should be there... she is in short very dangerous.. not the kinda female i want nywhere near me.. mother someone to death .. if that fails.. then just be too good to him.. in a martyr like way if it comes to it.. she gives him "feminine" insights (or so i think...) like.. "jab bathroom me rona to shower on kar lena.. " and "sleeping tablets lena mat bhoolna" .. etc etc martyr like thoda der ke baaad hota hai.. abhi apne hero ko sadak pe nikalne dete hai..

now our man goes to 2 of his friends who give him 12k. yahan tak sab kuch bhalo ache. now this guy goes to Niru's(his childhood flame) home.. and rings the bell.. and after some time.. our ah so lovely "Niru" opens the door.. is beech ek flashback ho chuka hai.. of a similar incident.. where our man is had by niru..This is just the tip of the iceberg as far as our man is concerned.. by the way abhi tak first half khatam nahi hua hai ..

darwaza khula.. andar aa jao.. aa gaye andar.. good. raincoat utar do.. utar gaya raincoat. chai peyoge? tumhe banani hogi? haan.. lekin hum to banaenge.. chalo koi baat nahi .. chai bani.. mannu poochta raha ki lights on karo.. par generator chalana padega. aur woh to naukar karte hai.. jo dopahar me nikal jaate hai.. blah blah..

rain check .. hero ghar pe hai.. aur raincoat utar gayi hai.. shirt utarne ki baat hui.. par mana kar diya hero ne ( shit!... what an opportunity wasted,... dirty thinking .. but chalta hai..)
And now the games continue.. dono kas kaske fekne aur lapetne ka game khelte hai..

ab tak 56! this is the count of the no of times i get exasperated by this time.. either by the soulless melody in the background .. or the charismatic chintoo candy clone ads.. with a few sadaf video ads thrown in for good measure.. nyways.. ab mannu ko phone aaya bhabhi ji ka..
ki bhai khaya piya hai ki nahi etc etc.. what gets portrayed here is a mix of self-deceit and false pride.. and something which i dont know.. cant say .. but only feel.. u need to watch it to feel it..

anyways.. abhi tak give up ho chuka hai.. since I live in a wing called GTOP.. named for obvious reasons.. we sought solace in greenpeace while watching the movie.. things went from one thing to another at an excruciatingly slow speed for which i found an algorithm. take two steam engines.. put them in opposing directions .. the net speed of the combo is the speed of the movie.

nyways.. things move forward.. dono ko sach pata chalta hai.. but keeping with the tradition of the pride.. or something like that.. they just give up all they have for each other.. instead of consummating something that should have been done a long time back ( yet another flashback.,..
hero gets gooseflesh when neeraja asks him to do her front button when they are going to watch an adult movie.. speak of wasted chances.. i think that at this point i made an exceptionally lewd comment which was well recieved by junta.. they however gave up when the tirade continued.. )

nyways.. movie ends in a way which is familiar yet different.. clear yet abstract.. leaving everything open to your interpretation.. whether mannu and niru will ever lead happy lives? will they ever meet again? such are questions not answered by this movie.. which is strikingly offbeat.. very traditional but path breaking in its own ways.. possibly rivalling teen deewarein .. but where it fails is where it hurts.. tho ash and devghun have put in good performances.. they are not outstanding.. which is what is needed to make a great play into a fantsatic movie.. for u need to make a movie which can be appreciated by the masses.. not some critic..

jo bhi ho.. watch the movie... but be forewarned.. its one hell of a fraud.. in letter if not in spirit..

~currently battered by its effect,..
aapka apna..
Somanchi Sri Abhilash

hmm

i finally have a cell..
after a lot of deliberation.. and cutoff life without it..

thats all for now..
dbms project are there. :((

baap re

this is the exact thought that came to my mind when i was looking at the macroeconomics paper...
shit.. u r not allowed to write anything..
just diagrams.. objectives with explanation..
u are given 61 marks to score 50 in..
and still its an ooh ah ouch..
i shudder to think of what lies in store in future..
hoping history doesnt repeat itself with costac tommorow..
bye

please pray for me
abhilash

exams musafirkhane hai.. aate hai to jaate bhi hai.. lekin fir wapas aa jate hai..

as it suggests.. am in the middle of one..
dint stop me from watching musafir tho..
thik thak.. but got some funde on branding thru the stupid candy ads that pop up midway.. songs are good.. dresses are skimpy.. tho they might have been better.. but im not complaining.. after all.. aadmi musafir hai.. aata hai jaata hai..

ab jaane ka time aa gaya hai..
kal fir milte hai..
tab tak ke liye aagya dijiye..
aapka apna..
abhi

sunday.. aww

yet another sunday.. meaning that there is a monday tommorrow... when my end sems start.. for the nth time ...
when i will get out of this place.. i will be particularly happy that there are no stupid exams creeping up once in a while.. it would be more of a cotinual screwing of happiness.. or disbursion thereof...

cheer me up world.. for dark days are in store during this week... culminating possibly the worst phase of my life..

i am back..

sancho is back..
though not with a bang..

updates:
professional : going to mumbai . glenmark pharma for my summer internship..
personal.. am single and vella.. maybe not vella but single nevertheless again..

rest.. am cool with life.. gradually approaching nirvana..

resolution for today.. will keep blogging daily. from now on that is..