Vicky Donor

Have any of you watched Vicky Donor yet? If not then I will recommend that do watch it. I will tell you why!

Having watched countless slapstick comedies, this one, despite dealing with a quirky subject, managed to get its humour right. Apart from that, well defined characters, supremely funny dialogues and an interesting premise make Vicky Donor worth the money. Each and every character has something unique to offer- be it Ashima(Vicky's love interest), Biji (Vicky's modern grandma), his mother Dolly, Dr. Chaddha, Chaman (Dr. Chaddha's assistant) or even Vicky's next door neighbour.The dialogues spoken by each character bring authenticity to the backdrop and situation of the movie. There are many scenes in the movie which bring laugh out loud moments e.g.  when Dr. Chaddha, the fertility doctor, chases Vicky at his home to donate his sperm, Vicky said to him,"Yaar aap bahut hi LAHSUN type ke aadmi ho!!!" or the scene where Vicky gifts his grandma a 16 GB IPhone, she said,"Mainnu to latest 32 GB wala chahiya tha". Also the romantic angle between Vicky and Ashima is fresh and enjoyable and their marriage scene, mixture of Punjabi and Bengali wedding, produces enough funny moments without being stereotypical.

STORY:
The story is about a guy, Vicky Arora, from Lajpat Nagar who lives with his mother Dolly and grandma Biji. Vicky is a typical Punju (Punjabi) who plays cricket, loves shopping and most importantly unemployed. On the other hand, Dr. Chaddha runs a fertility clinic and is in search of a fertile sperm donor. He coincidently found Vicky in his neighbourhood and from there on he chases Vicky to be the sperm donor for his clinic. After much nay say, finally Vicky agreed to donate his sperm which brings to him the money and comfort. At the same time he met the banker Ashima, a Bengali and a divorcee,  and gradually wins her over by his over the top punjabi acts. They both get married and things get settled for some time till Ashima finds out that Vicky is a sperm donor. She gets offended by his lie and leaves Vicky. In the end he gets Ashima back with the help of Dr. Chaddha.

ACTING:
All the actors have played their part with ease and have looked natural and effortless. Ayushman, the Roadies fame VJ, got the perfect debut and he cashed it brilliantly. Yami Gautam is beautiful and quite natural in acting. Annu Kapoor is a delight to watch in this movie as Dr. Chaddha. Dolly Ahluwalia and Kamlesh Gill both had some amazing scenes and dialogues and they both did full justice to them.

MUSIC:
Overall music is good. Out of all the songs, two tracks are worth mentioning, One is Paani da Rang...and the other one is Marjaiyaan.

Band Baaja Baraat

Hello folks, almost a month long gap this time. The truth is I did not find anything interesting to write or you might say that things were boring and nothing was exciting me...
But the just concluded weekend has prompted me again to write something. On the last Friday I boarded my first ever flight from Delhi to Chennai. I was very excited before the flight for the simple reason that it was my first ever air journey and above all, I was going for my first southern state trip. Occasion was the marriage of one of the most genuine person I know, Mr. Sankalp Chabra. His marriage in itself was no routine affair as it was not the typical arrange marriage stuff that we are so used to. His story is more like the Chetan Bhagat novel "Two states" where a Punjabi boy fall for the Madrasi girl and things become complicated because of the cross cultural divide and family differences. In spite of all the odds these two managed to be together and eventually convinced their respective families to give them their blessings.

My two days stay in Chennai was pretty eventful as marriage functions were going on in full swing and in between me, Chirag and Rungta managed to spare time for some sight seeing. First we reached Chennai museum on the Saturday morning. All sort of historical artifacts were there, from 1000B.C. to contemporary period, like stone statues, Bronze statues, philately(the study of stamps), numismatics (study of coins) etc. After that we went to Marina beach, which by the way is the second longest beach in the world. Me and Chirag went inside the water while Rungta stayed out. After that, a series of events caused much annoyance for us, foremost the climate which was way too humid and communication was a big problem there for a lot of people were simply unable to comprehend Hindi or even English.

Marriage functions were all on time not like our north Indian ways where everything gets delayed. We all danced euphorically with all the weird and funny moves on display at the Baraat ceremony. Feast was served on banana leaf with the sumptuous south Indian cuisine at their particular positions. In the end it was altogether new experience for me- the traditional way of south indian marriage, their customs, language and cuisine. Here are some pics for you guys :

Bride and Groom

BreakFast

Natraj pose of Lord Shiva in the Chennai Meuseum

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar

 A lot has been said, a lot is being said and a lot will be said. But for the moment let us pause and savor the occasion. It is never about the century of centuries that counts but the passion behind it that drives this man from the past 22 years and still counting. The toughest job in the world is to bear the expectations of billion plus people, to make their dream come true, to give them hope and this is exactly what this man has been doing.

I started watching cricket around 1996 world cup like all young Indians born in late 80's. In Meerut, i used to slip to nearby electronics shop at my place to watch each and every match that India played and get more and more hooked by it. Most vividly, i remember the innings played by young Tendulkar which used to bring the whole city to the standstill. Whether it was Sharjah in 1998 where he battered the mighty Australia in back to back innings and won the cup for India or the Chennai test match in 1999 against Pakistan where in the 4th innings India needed 236 runs and despite his scoring 117 runs out of it, team lost. I grew up with his journey and like all journeys there was joy, jubilation, disappointments and wanting. He has had brilliant times as well as rough patches but gradually the admirer in me got skeptical about his ability to win matches for India. I had long arguments with more enthusiastic friends of mine and some shared it while some vehemently opposed it. But one fact remain constant that more than number of times this man quietly and elegantly did his job without ever reacting to the criticism that came along his way. Perhaps what we forgot in our over enthusiasm is that cricket is a team play and demanding the best each and every time only from one player is too greedy of us. We should relish what Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar has achieved not for him but for the entire nation and leave the matter of his retirement to the man himself.

The whole gymming thing...

Now it is a difficult one for me to write because those who know me and have seen me in my physically best will vouch for the misplacement of this post. But still i will take the courage to elucidate it for you...
Gym keeda has been there for quite some time now. To be precise it is almost 3 years since i first started (starting of the gym) going to gym inconsistently though. It first began, as a result of not so generous comments passed on me by some of those around me, to prove a point but gradually i started liking it. From that point onwards i employed all sort of diet plans(doodh-kela, boiled eggs, non-veg and hell knows what!!!) and exercise techniques which can bring normalcy in the gross inadequacy of  my height to weight ratio. Despite this the success eluded me and there is no visible improvement in my diminutive frame whatsoever. Yet every time i keep going back to gym i feel a sense of liberation. I keep checking my muscles which grows by a measure of nanometer and i feel euphoric!!!
Every time i toil hard on the machines or start lifting heavy weights(btw heavy here lies in subjective domain), a sense of satisfaction empowers me. I guess it is a kind of meditating technique for me which is working mentally not bodily and i like it that way.

Tribute to Rahul Dravid

For the long time i have been thinking of the unthinkable, two greats of our era would  put down their gloves and pass on their baton to the younger generation of cricketers. Suddenly my premonition has come alive when the script was written on "the Wall". Well how do i begin to pour out my feeling for cricket and especially for this man. He is deservedly the most prolific and accomplished cricketer that has ever embraced the game of cricket yet strikingly under rated in the shadow of another great Sachin Tendulkar.
What i like about  Dravid is his steadfast resolve and concentration that had come handy on more than number of occasions for the Indian team especially in overseas. Visibly composed and calm, he built his innings like a watchmaker's precision. Every innings of his symbolizes the near impossible concentration and hard work. In every field, some are supremely gifted like Tendulkar and some achieve greatness by the sheer dedication and fortitude. For me Dravid represents the latter category of individuals.

Sunday adventure...!!!

Passing Sunday was a bit hectic for even me considering my daily activeness and to and fro motion. I got up at around 5 A.M. to head towards Rohini, Delhi from Gurgaon with meenu aka Manish. We reached there at 8:45 and had our tea before the Mica exam which started at 9:30. Nothing much to say about the exam except that we both were laughing out loud like maniacs after coming out from the hall. There was a story section where we had been given six snaps and we had to make a story from that. Meenu and I both started to give our versions which soon resulted into hysterical laughs because of the stupidity of our stories.

Fortunately, our alma meter, DCE, was in Rohini and we decided to cash this opportunity by revisiting some of our outside college hang out places. First, we went to G3S movie theater,our most frequented destination in college which used to cause a big hole on our pocket money, to watch PST. Movie was awesome and like Paan Singh our appetite for food shoot northwards after that hence we paced to Sec-11 Punjabi dhaba, our Friday-night-sumptuous-meal destination in college. There we consumed as much food as we could at such an economical rate in comparison to astronomical bill we usually pay in Gurgaon for such a meal. Fully satisfied and pleased, we went back to nearest metro station to return for Gurgaon.


I reached in Gurgaon at 5:30 and had a 1 hour sleep. Fully refreshed and charged up, I completed my review of PST. I had a plan to meet few of my college friends, one of whom had come back from Bangalore for few days. So we all went to galleria market at Escape Terrace Bar,drank few pints of Tuborg, had bakchodi about happenings with each of us after college....warming up ourselves.  From there, we went to a dhaba...then on bike, we started towards 24 hrs open McDonald in Manesar. Around 2 A.M. I reached at my flat and immediately went to bed completely exhausted at the same time satisfied with the proceedings of the day.

Paan Singh Tomar Movie Review

Paan Singh Tomar stirs you at the core. It is gripping, engrossing and sublime at times. Director Tigmanshu Dhulia has put the world of obscure national athlete then turned notorious dacoit into the celluloid with aplomb and finesse.
PST is the story of Paan singh, a subedar in indian army, who got into steeplechase, an atletic sport, due to his massive apatite for food. He stunned the nation by his record breaking and represent India in Tokyo in steeplechase. Family dispute over land from his cousins forced him to take a premature leave from army and look after his land and family which resulted in his disappointment with the system and the kind of reception that nation gives to her athletes. He turned dacoit to avenge the wrong done to him by his nasty cousins and soon transformed his gang into the most dreaded of chambal valley.
Irrfan khan is the soul of PST. He has delivered such a remarkable performance that you absorb his pain through his eyes. Two scenes stand worth mentioning: First, when an army officer questions him regarding his shooting and takes him to the his superior. That scene becomes alive due to the intelligent writing but above all his natural ability to say dialogues in the manner that penetrates right into you. Other one is when his superior officer on his retirement presents him Ice Cream which had a symbolic meaning of the beginning of his sport career. He just takes that scene to another level by his emotional display.

In the end, it would be fare to say that PST is a homage to all the forgotten sport heroes who had brought recognition and honor to the nation but got betrayed in the end by the cruel negligent system. As one dialogue puts it better: "Only you and me know what sport means to us, these foolish people can not appreciate it."