He

Today, I would like to introduce you to someone. He, ya...he does not have a name but he is there in each friends group. This specific He has got some characteristics. Once upon a time, His only world used to be His friends. But as the girl encroaches in His life He undergoes a massive metamorphism. The people He usually used to hang out with suddenly starts to annoy Him. Irritation starts surrounding Him. He starts moving away from the friends. This is as simple as the laws of common physics. If he is moving towards someone, then probably he must move away from someone. The small creature-some guilt muddles inside His heart. But He has more important things to focus on. So, he ignores the guilt as easily as he ignores his friends. His friends become very uncomfortable with His behavioural modifications.

One day as he joins the friends in the discussion, suddenly He feels out of the circle. He feels panic rising up in his head. He try to open his concerns to the girl. But she takes that whole thing as lightly as never before. Suddenly a thought occurs to him, thunderstrucked, he realises that He exchanged role with her. He have become a cry baby.

To overcome this feeling, He decides to spend some manly hours with His friends. But He overhears His friends talking about him, rather making fun of Him. Now He hates her and hates His friends. Then comes one of His beloved friends. He opens His heart to the friend and asks where did I go wrong? The friend draws the hyperbola on the paper and says "You are the focus. One branch is She and other is your Friends." Bewildered, he asks, "What am I suppose to do with this?". Friend replies calmly, "You need to bend it into the circle." He thinks and suddenly realises the meaning of the statement. His friend wanted Him to make the balance of both, giving each of them sufficient time. He praises his friend for the advice and thanks him for being his relationship guru. But the only thing that the friend wanted to say was to let him meet his girlfriend and have a chance with her...

( The writer has many such HEs in his friends group, but none of them had understood the real meaning of the advice yet.......)

Some day you wake up in the morning and nothing seems to be in the right order. You can not remember the immediate last day or the day before it. You shook your head in dismay but that just gives you the pain in the neck. Then you think of the place, where am I? But most likely you recognize that it is the same room where you get up everyday. You look at the clock, you are quite late. Its nearly noon. You sigh because yesterday you promised to win over the clock. Being loser, you go to the basin. You see a boy, unshaved, hairs all messed up. You hate the the guy as he hates you back. You wash your face. Slowly you start to remember things as if the pieces are falling in the puzzle and suddenly it completes. But that does not make you happy. You feel a burden deep inside your chest. You don't know the reason but you do not care either. You see the same flower from the window which fascinated you once. But now you just hate it because you are tired of seeing it daily. You can not do anything but to wait for new flower to blossom. You pity your helplessness. Suddenly a thought occupies your mind, what if no more flowers blossom? You shiver in fear. You blame yourself for not being attentive towards the growth of the tree.

The Sun moves from east to west. You try to diversify your thoughts by watching TV, reading books. But whenever you cross the window, the flower just appears as a thorn. The darkness spreads all over the place. You start the tubelight. But all you could see out of the window is the blackness. You try real hard to visualise the silhoutte of the flower in the dark but after some time your eyes starts etching. You leave the window. You move inside the sheets on the bed. Your thoughts keep moving from one place to another as yours eyes follows the blades of the fan on your head. Suddenly, you feel dizzy. You are not sure that it is because of your thoughts or the fan. The hands of the clock now moves slowly. You feel as if you are dragging the hands by your gaze. You feel exhausted. Slowly, you fall into sleep.

The room is full of sunlight. The clock on the wall hits the 12 and a neck moves inside the sheets....

Rajneeti

The film on Indian Politics, the bloody and cunning games for winning the power, the powerful and ballastic star cast and most importantly A Prakash Zha movie....all this is quite sufficient for the normal audience to walk down the theatre to watch Rajneeti. The Prakash Zha's earlier movies like Gangajal were really good pieces of work and so the expectations from the director was increased two folds as he was reappearing after quite a long gap.

But Rajneeti was not matching this burden of expectation. The weak point was the story especially in the second half of the movie where the murders were happening as frequently as the songs in typical old Govinda movies. The story line was significantly matching to the Mahabharata and Godfather. The resemblence of the characters to those in the Mahabharata was quite ok but as the story advanced, the writer was quite compulsive about the way in which story should advance. The resemblence of Suraj's (Ajay Devgn) car crashing down the road and then he begging Samar (Ranbir Kapoor) to let him go....Samar's dilemma and Brijmohan's (Nana Patekar) persuation were copied scene to scene from Mahabharata, though that was not necessary. This made the whole storyline predictable.

As far as acting is considered, Manoj Wajpayee was fabulous. He portrayed the exact image of Duryodhana, cunning and evil. And so was Ajay Devgn. Though we all know that Ajay is Prakash Zha's all time favourite, he really performed well the character of Karna. Nothing to say about Nana. The poor actors were Arjun, delivering quite overacting aggression. Katrina is looking too beautiful as usual, but if acting is considered, way to go buddy!!!!! Ranbir was ok but not that good as he was supposed to be, though his character is so leading in the story that his acting looks quite sufficient.

The background music, mora piya by Adesh Shrivastava were really good. But again, the dialogues were quite weird. Sometimes the dialogues consisted of very ancient hindi words like sangram, dheya showing the relation of the script with the epic whereas the next line in the dialogue would be something like com'n do it...

So, overall rajneeti is one time see but never again!!!!!