Movie That Made 100 Crores in Just One Week!

After having watched Talaash, I got the feeling that I watched many movies simultaneously that day. To an ordinary people, It would just appear that a hero in the movie is a Police officer (Surjan as played by Amir Khan) who, after losing his son becomes insomniac and lifeless. He is deeply affected. Overshadowed by the untimely demise of his son, he loses sense and become unmindful about the presence of his equally grieving wife(Roshni as played by Rani Mukherjee). His home completely lacks the light and luminosity of love and intimacy. House for them is just house, not home!

Then somewhere a car plunges into the ocean for apparently no reason. In the mishap, a movie star was pronounced dead . Some calls it a a mysterious death while some knew such cases weren't anything new. Since the deceased belong to the upper strata and affluent class of people, his death pulls the frantic media houses for endless coverage. It brings Police department to pursue the case. The hero gets engrossed, physically and mentally in the case which makes her wife and house more desolate and dismal.  

Roshni finds her ultimate solace in her neighbors ability to talk to the dead. She even claimed to have spoken once with the spirit of her dead son, Kamran. Roshni visits her neighbor regularly to speak with Kamran, but this infuriates Surjan. He seriously doubts about their  neighbor's ability.

As the story starts unfolding, it becomes apparent that the whole story had its origin in the death of a prostitute (Simran as played by Kareena Kapoor) But the problem is, Surjan doesn't know about it yet. Meanwhile, in the process of the investigation, Surjan  meets the dead Simran as Rosy.  Although its a spirit of Simran, in his eyes, she looks real. She even helps him fight his psychological problems, and also helps him with his enquiry! She takes Surjan to a place called 'her place, away from the reach of others' The rest of the plot unfolds the mystery behind the death and soon Surjan realizes that Simran died an unnoticed and unheard death. yea, that is how a poor and insignificant people die in many places.

Later Surjan discovers the remains of Simran from 'her place, away from the reach of others'. He gave her a proper funeral. He overcomes his personal problems and unites with his wife after reading his dead son's words as recorded by their neighbor. 

You see, that's how Amir and team made Rs. 100 crores in just one week and I have contributed Rs.190 in making those crores.

Vicky, (The Sperm) Donor

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"Vicky Donor" is a movie whose main theme revolves around human infertility and sperm donation. Its a movie about how cash rich people are miserably poor without the bliss of their own offspring. The movie also reveals about how most couples in India are plagued with "first-decide-the-career-and-then-have-baby' problem. As rightly put by Dr. Chadda, (the fertility expert and the principle character in the movie) the infertility problem is a cancer of a modern lives. According to him, it is only through the generous donation of healthy sperm from a happy and worry-free people like Vicky that can save those people from the misery.

Its also a movie about how money can change peoples mind.  At first, Vicky or the agent Vicky as called by Dr. Chadda, finds the concept of "sperm donation" not only disgusting but also finds it amusing and stupid. He, therefore scraped Dr. Chadda's incessant plea to become his useful donor on countless occasions.  But however, in the end Dr. Chadda's persistence pays off. Vicky finally agrees to donate sperm for the first time, and that too for a pocket money! Subsequently, Vicky ends up becoming the Indian Alexander of Dr. Chadda fertility clinic. 

The movie also says a lot about love and romance. Its about a how many Indians stands separated by the walls of different culture and traditions. Its about how people like Vicky and Ashima stands separated by cultures of their regions. But to their relief, there is always one thing, one common thing that can overcome any barriers, however mighty they may be. It is the magic of love and intimacy that brings the fish eating Bengali and money minded Punjabi to tie their knots and do the monkey dance together!

All in all, its a movie that has so many other meanings too. It has been declared as the box office super hit. Producers have made millions already! But I don't know why am I blogging about this old movie here? I am neither infertile nor a sperm donor myself. I am a neither a fish eating Bengali nor a money minded Punjabi too. I don't know why but I found the movie worth watching many times.

By the way friends, I was just day dreaming this afternoon. And strangely this thought came across my mind. The way I became father of three in such a lightening phase, I thought to myself that, I would have also made another Vicky. I don't know which one, the useless sperm, The greedy sperm, or confused sperm. LOL....

Good night folks

Saturday Noon Thoughts

Finally, the most awaited Diwali festival is over. But still I could hear occasional blasts in a distant horizon. Mountains of fire crackers and explosives have been used already. I don't know whether its right thing to pollute environment in the name of celebration, but I have seen some of the worst environment pollution case on the night of the festival. There were black smoke everywhere. Those smoke then reduced the visibility. The smell of burnt match and explosives were so intense that I had to shut my door and window to to avoid suffocation and cough. 

Anyways, now the nights have become calmer and noon, a warmer. The cool winter of Ahmadabad is once again in the air. Tibetan jacket and sweater sellers are here once again. With high spending Gujarati folks, I think they are doing good business. I have been there once looking for momo, but had to come back empty belly. (who said sweater sellers sell momo?) I also Couldn't meet Aja Tashi Tshomo, from whom I bought a sweater a year ago and to whom I promised to get some Bhutanese currency notes. I Hope to find her in my next visit and hand over the notes.

Besides these business, I was mostly in my room wanting to cover up everything for my up coming exams. I wanted everything in my syllabus to be on my finger tips! But unfortunately, I saw myself settling with my Facebook and blog for most of the time. They have been my best hangout place!  Although there weren't any interesting stuffs, I often spent hours gazing over it. 

ohh by the way, I had a very interesting chat with one of my friend who said, was undergoing a deep depression because of this thing called "love". After a good amount of analysis, I however came to know that they did not have a good, solid and credible reason other than their phone for their break up. So told told my friend to relinquish his phone to me and that never and ever use phone when he falls in love next time.

By the way, I tried my best to reunite them, but all my attempts proved futile. As my last consolation, I told him to read good books and find a companion in them. I also told him that books will never abandon and make us feel depressed. My friend, who at that moment was fully charged with emotion told me that "its painful falling in love". He also told me about a monk hood that lingered in his mind! 

I told him to forget  about his past and start a new beginning all over. I also told him that no reason on this earth (love included) is a reason enough to drag us to depression. I told him to come out from his infatuation state of mind and be a man. I also told him about number of frogs that we have to cross to finally find our deserving golden fish in the pond. But he said this: "I will never fish again in my life"......Few hours into our conversation, we then closed our session on a gaiety note. We would both become monk after our retirement and go for meditation.  I hope he is doing fine now.

Coming back to Diwali shopping, I still did not get the book that I especially ordered as a part of Diwali shopping. Homeshop18.com said, I will  have to wait for another 2 more days. Few of the light bulbs that I bought for the festival have already stopped functioning and I decided not to buy any more of such stuffs in future.

Till then, have a nice day folks. Life is beautiful. Enjoy when you are alive. Be happy and be who you are.

Happy Anniversary to My King and Queen

13th October 2011 will go a long way in the history of Bhutan. It will be remembered as the day on which our beloved king and queen tied their knot of love. "Royal wedding" as it was called, brought us ineffable joy, indescribable beauty and lasting hopes. Their unification ceremony was witnessed by millions around the world, loaded with emotion and ecstasy. Some even must have watched it with a pinch of envy!. But it was truly the most memorable event in human history.

With this I would like to wish your Majesties a very happy happy wedding anniversary. May you and your legacy continue to bless us, lead us, guide us and inspire us all through the ages. I am sure that the sun of happiness will shine for eons in Bhutan, if only Bhutanese couples portray and behave like our Royal couple, both in action and in mind. 

I thank you, your Majesties for showering me with an inspiration. Through your union, I learned that, Happy nation is nothing but an aggregation of happy homes. I consider myself a loving family man, but from you, I  have now learnt  to display more love and affection to my family too. Thank you Your Majesties.

May Kuncho-Sum Bless my King and Queen.

Can Love Happen Twice?

I have finished reading “Can Love Happen Twice” By Ravindher Singh. It is continuation of his first book “I Too Had a Love Story”. As is obvious from the title, it’s a love story. It’s a love story that has touched the hearts of millions around the world. As claimed by some, it has truly been the most sensational and heart melting book ever written by an Indian author in his prime age. 

The way Ravin brings forth his story is mesmerizing. His free flowing lines with powerful feelings are touching and unforgettable. His absolute sense of humility is what brings his readers even closer to him. He portrays himself as a fun loving, caring, committed, dedicated, hard working and honest man. This means that he was a very good human being. 

But most often than not, bad things only happens to good people. Ravin was one such person. When bad things happens to good people, even gods are helpless. God couldn't help Ravin in realizing his beautiful days with his charming Lady of life, -Khushi, whom he met online but loved her so dearly. 

As tragedy befalls tragedy, Ravin succumbs to yet another tragedy in his miserable and grief stricken life. His hope of new beginning. -the beginning that was as colorful and as radiant as the rainbow of the prime spring fades just like the the one. His new found love and hope, Simar, leaves him alone once again. Dejected and heart broken, Ravin looses everything, but fortunately or unfortunately, he survives a fatal hit by a speeding truck in the traffic. 

That is not the end.

Author of bestselling book lands up in a rehabilitation center. Credit goes to women wine and.........(i forgot the other one) they are nothing but men's weakness. 

There is lot more. So find it out........

For Tashi and Sangay; on your wedding day.

May your cherished life bloom like a laurel tree,

Bountiful, beautiful and ceremoniously free,

May you learn from the heart,

“That hearts are not had as gift, but earned”,

From the beauty you approve,

For as long as you beat the looming “evil chances”,

“Assault and battery of the wind

Can never tear the linnet form the leaf”

It’s only the words,

“And words are all I have”

To wish you all the best,

That will last for the rest.

From a dear friend Kuenzang Thinley and family