Posted by - Rohit

This is for the Superstar of our lives. Love you Amma.

Your gentle pat when you made me sleep,
You brushed my hair as I touched your feet,
Your kiss on the forehead on the days I won,
You willingly clapped, when there were none
And days you hugged, saying how proud you were.
Your concerned words on days I felt larger.

The days you scolded and I shouted with you,
Words unworthy with vigor thrusted onto you,
When I made you cry and hopeless I deemed
The better within will rule, you still believed.

Times I would lie weak, and you would lie near me
Times you fell and it went unnoticed
Times you would limp and your eyes weary
Times you would say, "it's a matter of time, it won't persist"

You slept uneasy, just to hear a knock,
Your half closed eyes would let me in,
The dark is mightier, but you would still want to talk,
Mother, Look for yourself, it's time you begin.

For all that you are for all that you've been,
Could I ever, help you realise your dreams,
You made me capable, to stare at the sun,
Face a world that's not to shun,

Where do I take this guilt,
the day I see your ashes disappear in the wind.

Mother, let me take you with me for once,
Help us see your life that we buried,
Let me give you a moment without shackles of selflesness
For a moment, realize the girl who lost herself.

Mother, let's walk another mile,
Let's walk on a road you missed long back,
Don't fear of being a mere mortal,
Let's walk, let's recreate those tracks.

One of you.

Posted by - Rohit

"Life on it's way being simple, being the way I wanted it to be. A family, meant to be together, friends who were your own, a soulmate to cry and smile with, I had a life, just as good as yours.
This is my story.

We would meet up at a common friend's place at times, discuss our days, our deep and darkest secrets, work and obvious gossip. These were the times I could always express myself and these were more like detox sessions, ever refreshing.
Often we surprised a friend, by smacking cake on his/her face and watch him/her grow with us for another year.

Times, when I would be mocked at, when I had the better of them, are still with me.
Our impromptu plans, our instant rides on roads unknown, our corny poses together in front of the camera, a smile that always came naturally and our unreasonable late night apetite, can only be remembered.

They were more than what I had asked for. I knew what they meant to me and what I still am for them. I had a life, just like you.

I had a father, who exemplified courage and resilience and a mother who taught me what it takes to love someone.
I miss those days when I whined to not eat her choice of food, just like any other kid, but she would always get her way just like any other mother, always. I miss her healing touch, when I came home crying out of pain and my father's words of hope, that subsided the agony.
The rushes of the Sunday morning mass with me half sleepy and uninterested. Their panic-striken faces with my utter disregard for books still cracks me up.

I could still hear my Mom shout to get my focus out of the Cricket match. I had parents, just like you do.

I had a confidante, a partner who would never want me to be vulnerable, someone who could help me maintain my sanity, a companion with whom I wished to live my life with. Our fights for the tiniest of reasons, your inevitable envy towards my friends that took our time together, the times you held my hands with both of yours, the days when you held me when I was shaken. I had it all, I could see ourselves together, just as you did.

I had a dream, to make it big, to give all those who made a difference in my being, something that makes a difference in their living, to help society bring up a change, I knew I could, as I had the zest, I had the heart to do what was right. I was ambitious just as you are.

And then, a point in life where I had choose between living it with utter self-concern or selflessness.

I did.

And I got stabbed as 30 others, kept watching me. My body, though almost lifeless, was being kicked repeatedly as everyone watched with eyes wide open.

I died, died proud as I was able to maintain a woman's sanctity, didn't let them harm it.
I left behind all that I wanted to be and do, all that I wanted to grow old for and I hope it's only worth it.

I could have been you. You could have been Keenan."

Mumbai and it's Bully Theory.

Posted by - Rohit

This is a story inspired by recent events. This story is based in Mumbai (formerly known as Bombay), India.
I was on my way home (Panvel) from Andheri. The journey from Andheri to Panvel at times can be managed by a taking a direct train or at times taking 2 trains (by reaching Wadala and boarding a Panvel bound train from there) and at times 3 trains (by getting down at Dadar, taking a Kurla bound train and then from there again a Panvel bound train). A journey which takes more than an hour and 30 mins to complete always gets the better of people's temperaments if they don't get a seat for most of the journey.
Moreover after reaching junctions like Kurla, which is the heart of Mumbai as it connects the Western, Central and Harbour line, the world gets into the train.
Coming back to where I began: the train was a Panvel bound direct train from Andheri. Being in a Second class bogie you are always entitled to see some drama, at times you are even a part of it. Most of the times, issues like getting the toe crushed, accidently forcing someone's armpit onto someone's nose, not allowing enough space for the fourth guy on the seat and as a worst case scenario: finding yourself between two perverts, tends to get people on their nerves.
So the journey seemed to be a routine one, with the same faces (whom I normally see in the 7:09 train). I normally strike a conversation with anyone who even utters something about which I have feeble knowledge of, but on this day even that wasn't happening and it seemed to be a very long ride back home.
The crowd in the train had swelled to a good number and Kurla was only approaching.
And then...we reached Kurla.

The thumping of the feet as people run in, the outstretched elbows which are used as a mechanism to hinder your opponent from grabbing the seat, the squeaking of the worn out hooks which are used for the standees to keep balance (strong though worn out) are all so palpable that one doesn't have to look out of the window to know the station's name, it can be easily sensed.
It's a competition where people search for space to rest their toes or heels while the lucky ones get to rest one foot, the very lucky ones get to stand on both their feet and I firmly believe that the only ones chosen by God find a seat.
This is the time when you get to see most of the fights happening in the train as people struggle find a balance, accidently stamp others feet, someone gets pushed "by mistake" of course and that's it. You have an argument. This is a mandatory process in your travelling routine, i.e either witness a fight or be a part of one.

And then the inevitable argument breaks out. The participants were two brothers and a guy who seemed to be returning from office. The reason for their argument was obvious, restlessness getting the better of them. The argument goes on and seems never ending and the commuters seem uninterested of them raises his voice and the other one pushes him.
Now the fight has an audience, every one watching what's happening and they watch as the argument continues.
People start whistling and commenting, howling and their enthusiasm growing directly proportional to the fight's intensity.
One of the brother totally loses it and is willing to play the lead in this cacophonic display of the "Bully theory", that is, "Be a man, when you have another man right behind you to watch your ass".

"Tune haat kaise lagaaya isko" - (How the hell did you touch him) the brother shouts, in full pitch.
"Tu hain kaun Bhen****" - (Who do you think you are!) People watch him go mad.

Some of them try to play peacemaker but are rudely asked to mind their own business by one of the 2 brothers. He seems ruthless in every word he utters, his eyes totally focussed on his opponent who has already given up. He was alone in this fight, others would definitely not want to be a part of this.
The howling goes down and eventually stops as this seems to go out of hand.
This was all set to be a memorable ride as a brawl was just about to begin. I had never witnessed something like this, something of such high magnitude.

"Bhai hain woh mera mada*****, tune haat kaise lagaaya usko" (He is my brother you mother fu*****, how the hell did you touch him ) - I stood to watch it now...many were already standing. This was definitely not ever expected by the howlers nor any commuter within the train.

Every body silent.

He goes on - "Bhai hain woh mera" - his voice gets even hoarse.
"Phone NIKAAL, Bhai hain woh mera mada*****" (Give me the phone, I'll fix you, you motherfu****).
Nobody was trying to stop the fight as they probably were afraid that a punch would land on their face, something not right was about to happen. The guy being shouted at is all set to get hurt, all set to go down without giving his opponent an equal match.

And then suddenly...
A tiny teenage voice from behind goes "Aye Sunny Deol...chup baith".
The crowd, looks at the boy, and in unison burst out after a moment's silence. Every single guy now in his elements.
"Abey a Balwant Rai ke kutte chal nikal". Everybody is smiles now as Sunny shuts up :) and loses his voice.
There were some people who stood on their seats and started poking Sunny and Bobby. They were being pushed by everyone even those who initially tried to play angels. The guy who was being shouted at, was all smiles, he had no clue what was happening and was taken out of the whole melodrama. It was the "Deols" versus the crowd now and the crowd had the better of the two.
The two were shut up and pushed out of the train as Govandi reached and was totally unexpected as people had mitigated a brawl by showing the two brothers what the "Bully Theory" is actually all about.
"Be A Man, when you have men behind you to watch your ass".
Mumbai at it's best and am very glad to have witnessed it.

Superficial Some.One (Ra.One review)

Posted by - Rohit

I just saw RaOne yesterday, was pretty gung ho to watch the first bollywood movie with world class SFX and as a result came out of the movie hall with utter disappointment along with a couple of friends (Malik and Pradeep) who had to suffer 153 minutes of SRK's larger than life portrayal.
If this is how an icon in the movie industry in India and accross the world chooses to "Take Indian Cinema Forward", then I would say it's a total sham and is just turning out to be a good businessman with extreme skills in Marketing but delivers an unbelievingly unworthy product.

This generation of Indian Cinema has seen a good rise in talent and ideas. We finally have stories that are just not mere mundane family drama, but stories that are and aren't just routine happenings. With directors like Bejoy Nambiar, Anurag Kashyap, Aamir Khan, Mani Ratnam, Rakesh Om Prakash Mehra and actors like Ranbir Kapoor, the guy who played "Chittiappa" in the Girl in Yellow Boots - Gulshan Devaiya, Rajeev Khandelwal, Kalki Koechlin, Mahie Gill, Randeep Hooda one feels that Indian Cinema is on it's way being "contemporary", but then this happens, Ra.One.

Ra.One is a story about 'God knows what'. A man named Shekhar Subramanium is desperately trying to be significant to his son and as a result shoots a very unreal and silly dialogue quoting "Beta aaj mein office jaake ek aisi game banaunga jisme villain hero se strong rahega". This is for a son who thinks villians are 'cool'. But hey, is this as simple as a "Hello Word" program, why do you make it sound like one?

Shah Rukh Khan in his role as Shekhar Subramanium displays why he is not as versatile. Not every South Indian starts with "Aiyyo amma" or an "Aiyyo appa", this is a horrendous stereotypical notion and a perfect example of bad knowledge. And what's with "Rascala"? Is it a defacto swear used by South Indians? Absolutely not. All this existed during the 70s and 80s when one wasn't so acquainted with South Indian movies. But why now?
Why SRK saab do you have to be so stereotypical?

Ra.One comes out of the game because the inculcated intelligence within him proves to be more than the one within the creators of the game!! WHAT?
He comes out from the virtual world to the real one with a G-I JOE borrwed suit and Iron Man's little toy that he plugs in his chest.

The movie confuses the audience with it's untimely sensibility. At some instances it shows a South Indian Shahrukh dressed like MJ shouting out verses of the Gita, the next moment shaking his hips on Akon's tunes and the very next moment dies for his Son. Are we supposed to feel bad for this. This is the mantra SRK has used for the second time in a home production, he tries to make an emotional space into the audiences' hearts and then suddenly kills himself. It worked in Om Shanti Om, but this time I seriously thought he should have been dead long ago.
G.One also comes out of the game to save the boy (So unpredictable isn't it). G.One now fills the void supposedly created by the curly haired SRK. Or does he. G.One now fights with the bad guys right from the onset, and then you see Rajnikanth. He is noted as Chitti by G.One whereas Kareena calls him Rajni Sir, didn't understand why. Why was he required?

SRK's portrayal as G.One is again TYPICAL. G.One is also made out of Artificial Intelligence and is definitely not made out of nuts and bolts and wires. So why the hell do you have to speak like a Robot. You aren't one. You just missed the plot. Ra.One has the world of emotions within him why elude G.One from it?
He speaks like a Robot, has sparks coming out of his body. Blue Blood? WHY!! WHY SO TYPICAL.
G.One has batteries for breakfast, eats chips (electronic ones) too. Isn't this idea of a Robot having batteries so unique or did I first see this in the early 90s in a show called Small Wonder??

The movie has amazing SFX, wonderfully executed but they are just not ORIGINAL in any sense. Ra.One shows that he has it all, every bad guy's trait. He builds up from dust just like Dwayne Johnson in the Mummy, changes form just Robert Patrick from Judgement Day.
Whereas G.One has it all too, all the superhero traits!! He has a G-I Joe suit, an Iron Man Heart, he stops the train like Hancock and as people start noting him he flees away just like him, has Superman's wrinkleless face and in the beginning you have a Bat Mobile with a Honda Dio headlight. Man! you have it all.

After watching the movie, you can easily see SRK has taken himself too seriously, you can see SRK in G.One which is not how it should be. Someone who has so much respect in the industry, someone who people look upon for better things can't act so irresponsibly in a self glorifying movie. You suddenly feel that people like Aamir Khan deserve more respect for the newness they try to bring to Indian Cinema. Have a look at his line of productions and compare it with those to SRKs.
Lagaan, Taare Zameen Par, Dhobi Ghat, Peepli Live, Delhi Belly as compared to Baadshah, Om Shanti Om, Ra.One and of late there was a teenage drama named Always Kabhi Kabhi.

SRK saab, your movie was definitely about you, you sold it, you nailed it right as you forcefully put it into our minds. But I believe we deserved better for the amount of hype and expectations you inculcated into our minds.
This movie could have been an inspiration as you chose an inspirational name to set first your first bricks.
Had you delved a lot more deeper and not taken yourself too seriously, you could have done a far better job.
Our History, Mythology is so strong that any random page from our old books could have fetched you a far better story with a lot more sensibility, values and meaning, but you chose a flawed script and just a name, maybe because it only sounded Indian but had no background to it.
The audiences need to evolve in their taste to good movies, you can't keep them stagnated with an Om Shanti Om meets Iron Man movie, and a storyline which has no description.
With the amount of power and fame you have on your side, you could do wonders towards the evolution of Indian Cinema, but you chose to make more money and business and chose to give yourself more importance than some of your fans wanting to have a sensible entertainer from you.

Ra.One is similar to having Noodles with curd, curd being the script and noodles, the SFX. They just didn't go down well together.

P.S: I would want to say that I respect Shah Rukh Khan for the kind of person he is and the immense amount of humility he has. That's about it.

The Special One

Posted by - Rohit
This poetry "The Special One" is dedicated to children with disabilities. I believe more than anything now all they need is a caring human touch  and not mere sympathy. It's about their fight more than what they feel. And they indeed are special for the courage they display. So here goes...

I walked across a crowded lane,
Gathering eyes that ceased to blink
Failed to understand your presents of sympathy,
and the heads that didn't seem to shrink.

Don't look at me with pain,
As none of it I feel,
This life's full of courage and hope,
as I strive and learn the nuances of human beings.

Change may evade me,
and I grow with every step of patience galore,
Indifferent it doesn't make me,
Instead, a lesson to persevere with a smile,
I put in the fore.

So turn back and blink and look deep within,
Think of this face, when a life you want to leave and shun.
Now I transcend among all you living,
There's a reason...a reason they call me the special one.