Delhi Belly - Movie Review

So far Indian movies had cheap humour from the Govinda era.I never liked that as such. Now the humour is closer to reality and it's so much better.

Like Tanu weds Manu portrayed the unabashed Indian woman, Pyar ka Punchnama hovered around the young and the restless, Delhi Belly revolves around 3 men and the bold new era.

I still can't say much about the story of Delhi Belly because there was hardly any(I kept waiting for 'moral of the story'!!). But the screenplay is racy and does make you laugh out lots. The three main characters swear more and talk less. That's a novelty for us and so we laugh! You wouldn't have seen a more straightforward movie than this in India. Hopefully they won't overdo this either.

Tashi is not sure if he wants to marry his girlfriend. Arup is dumped by his 'chudail' girlfriend who apparently gave him blowjob which the family discovers during the pheras. And Nitin has a belly that gets upset easily. Gross and upfront, that's how these men are, reflecting the new generation who would do something only if they believe in it not because they were told a lifetime ago that it is right.

And then the crime that they mistakingly commit. They have diamonds which are passed on as Nitin's stool sample and the whole thing gets complicated. He's a smart ass and finds an easy path between right and wrong taking it as a sign from God. Again, practical with their values intact, reflecting a generation that has a viewpoint on everything. (Nitin blackmails his landlord with pictures of him with a prostitute because he doesn't have money to pay the rent. Later on when he does have money, he mails him the reel telling him to relax in life!)

Like Arup confronts the girl who dumps him, Tashi doesn't hide from his girlfriend that he kissed another girl. Don't get him wrong, he risks his life to save this girlfriend because that's the right thing to do. And when it comes to come out clean, he does. Fearless and honest.

Loved the movie for its content and boldness and ofcourse the SONGS! We need this to bring us closer to reality as much as we need Dabang to take us away from it! And please take Ready and Buddha away from the screens. We are much more creative than this.

Luxury v/s things money can't buy

My husband changed his job recently and owing to a mammoth HRA, we moved into a bigger, better house. The apartment is complete bliss with huge rooms, kitchen, and the works. (My friends saw the pictures and called it a fancy hotel lookalike but whatever!)

My last apartment was very small and the furniture was not done very tastefully (it was a fully-furnished apartment). But that didn’t seem to matter. I had very loving neighbours, some 40 places to eat downstairs, a grocery store in the building and a supermarket across the street. The place was transformed into a party on weekends with the street full with tourists (read: Saudi’s who don’t get to do ‘stuff’ in their own country!)

So here I am, wondering if life is better now or its was happier then? The last house was cozy and comfortable and I had no issues. Except when the guests pondered why we chose to live in it! You know, until you don’t live in that house you won’t understand the importance of a good neighbourhood and a lively street.

I didn’t choose this house for the guests either. I love it. But I don’t know the neighbours and there is no place to eat downstairs. Although my old house is only half a mile from here, but in the desert heat and Bahrain roads which are not meant for pedestrians, it’s impossible to meet my friends every day.

When life gives you luxury, you miss the smaller things in the world. When luxury doesn’t come easy, you wish for the moon! Will we ever be happy?

P.S. I’m showing off a part of the house because that’s the only thing that’s making me happy these days!

Please hear what I’m not saying

I wear a dark mascara, I wear Jimmy Choos
I drool over Chanel, I have a collection of a million shoes
I wear a confidence that only a few can muster
If I have to get there, I tend to get there faster.
But try to see the lines embedded beneath that eye
The soreness that comes, when the heel gets high.
I don’t do it all for me, I am sometimes suffering
Will you please hear what I’m not saying?

I am ruthless, I have broken all rules
I am just perfect, never have those blues.
I eat mutton on Tuesday, Temples are not for me
Feminism, AIDS, oh, I care a damn about child literacy.
But did you hear I make kind gestures to the poorest stranger
I want to sponsor a girl child, want to help her like a mother
Every night before sleeping, you’ll see me praying
But you can’t for its silent…Please hear what I’m not saying.

If I crack silly jokes, it doesn’t mean I have a non-existent IQ
If I act like a teenager, it doesn’t mean I haven’t grown up like you.
No, I won't drop the act 'coz I like it that way
And I don't want your sympathy, don't think too much after this essay.
Just be aware of the mask, 'coz like you most of the time I’m playing
Like you, I need to be heard, but first, Please hear what I’m not saying.


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Dogs and Bitches

Warning: Teenage girly post ahead!

If I act like a bitch and pull my friends leg, does that mean I'm watching too many sitcoms? I mean, it was my friend who called another friend a damp squib, I just agreed, so it wasn't really me!

Like I have mentioned before, me and 3 of my other school/college/forever/best friends write mails to each other every few days. We might not speak on phone for weeks, but we sure know how long our flicks are.
So one of them recently had a break-up (yes we were over this phase eons ago but some girls are still in the process, sorry RC!). And this break-up kid has been all over our mails recently showing more signs of PMS than ever before. So she just cried a bit over one mail and YS asked her to take a ‘deep breath’. I just generally asked if she did ‘take a deep breath, relaxed, and spent time with herself because she deserved it’. Why the hell I become a bitch when I just repeat what YS says!?

Then there is PS. She's missing attention. You know, for a long time we were hunting guys for her. Yes, WE! She use to tell us a name that her mother use to hunt from millions of 'suitable' bachelors, we use to google him, check his salary status on LinkedIN and his social status on Facebook. Most guys have their walls out in the open. Some even have their tattoo studded photo albums. Yes, we chose the tattoo guy. We ‘eewed’ initially, enjoyed the way he interacted over his status messages, thought he looked cute in his profile pics and finally we were content. (Wow, love the way arrange marriages are fixed these days!) But for a long time PS use to date random people, exchange mails, talk on phone and then reject or get rejected.
When she got married we thought we were over her, but she's back with her new job, her marital problems and how her hubby keeps getting foreign trips from office. Now I don’t know of any company that sends their kids to Spain and Mauritius just within a span of 3 months, but whatever! So RC snatched attention, didn’t acknowledge her smallish pain(as compared to a break-up) and called PS a damp squib who needed to get off her husband's case, bitch! WHO WATCHES MORE SITCOMS AND SPENDS MORE TIME ON REDDIT NOW!?

And then there is our adorable housewife YS. Her problems start from food and end at lingerie! There are many more problems, but I would keep them for a more serious day. Her hubby also gets a lot of foreign trips, but sadly she cannot accompany him on all. Damn you, visa and allowance.
She’s a sweetheart; I can’t accuse her for being a bitch. Hmmm!

After all the mess men create in our lives, there comes Pyar ka Punchnama and songs like ‘Ban gaya kutta…’. We are nice girls who just want some love and warmth. And then they say ‘The dog in the hutch ad has to be a Bitch, you know, wherever you go we follow…’. We do leave you alone and cry on our friends virtual shoulders through such mails! Imagine the pettiness. We don’t deserve movies like that.

Seriously, after watching PKP, the moment I order, oops, request, my husband to even move a glass, he starts humming ‘ban gaya kutta..’. We lived with ‘Men are dogs’ for our entire lives, but we didn’t expect them to become so offended suddenly! C’mon Boy, stop this song NOW!
Girls, never watch this movie with your GUY, you’ll be a bitch for the rest of your life and he won’t be a dog anymore!

Watch 5 minutes of it here and you will be assured of this!

When all you know about...

...F1 is Michael Schumacher and Grand Prix is pronounced in a very complex manner.

...Tennis is something called 'love', Sania and her wedding, Nadal, Federer, a few other names.

...Football is Barcelona.

...Hockey is the national game of India.

...Basketball is Michael Jordan (right? Makes me wonder people with the name Michael can make it big? Schumacher, Jordan, Jackson,...)

...Baseball is home run. (I'm reminded of some nintendo game, was fun!)

...Golf is Tiger Woods and his affairs!

...Boxing is Mike Tyson (that's also because of Hangover 2.)

...Rugby. (just remember Ross playing it for his Brit girlfriend in FRIENDS!).

I feel like a dumbass while reading about these online. Cricket is a religion but the other games...Ah, I don't even want to make an effort!

Diminishing Creativity

I was looking at my old email accounts after ages. Those were the days of hotmail, yahoo and rediffmail. Since this gmail has overtaken, all my old accounts are just filled with spam.

What's more amusing is the fact that the older I have grown, the less creative I have become. All my latest accounts have my name in them! The older email read "cute_enigma"! Imagine the hardwork that must have gone into creating that email account. The next one was "nisha_scorpion". I should have guessed that I would be moving to "nisha.punjabi" very soon.
Oh, and I totally forgot about the deleted email id's I had - "theme_for_a_dream" and "rhythm divine"!

Where are the creative names dude? I miss "dollface_xyz", "sugarspice1984", "crazygal4u", "dolly2cool", "coolnutcase"...

Maybe the fun names have already been taken and only the boring real names are left now. Lets get creative... what do you think about... hmm... man.. I can't think beyond "heroine.housewife".

Yikes!

Little Mommies!

No, this isn't about teen pregnancy or anything close to it. It's about my friends embracing motherhood.

It is surreal, hard to believe that people I grew up with have little people growing inside them! The little girls in pony-tails and short skirts who worried about grades and were teachers pet now worry about diapers and future of their kids. When and how did we grow so old!?

My mom once said that once you have kids your life is totally dedicated to them. First you worry about their school, then teenage, career, wedding, then grand kids... phew! Yet when a child is born, the happiness that surrounds him doesn't reflect even a hint of fear that the kid brings with him. The parents just fall immensely in love with the baby and life goes on. I'm sure they have their moments of anxiety and doubt, but it really doesn't over-power the insane love towards the baby.

Yes, insane! I've seen young mothers run after their kids for hours. One meal takes about 2 hours. So you can imagine the kind of time 3-4 meals a day take. Yet beyond everyday frustration, love glows brighter! And it is hard to believe.

Maybe till you don't have a kid you won't understand the feeling. I'm glad my little girls have been blessed with such a divine feeling. As for me, I call Godmother!