and i say thank you for the.....

so its the end of the year. i can write some cheesy blog about the ups n downs of this year. i can get melancholy and crib and complain. or i can simply do what i do best. look at it through a 'funny pair of spectacles'.

it started off with the lowest of low, with a 'bam bam' moment in in my life. loosing the most precious person, only to realise that i never had a hold on her in the first place. she was and in some ways is still a rocking person. she was the David to a Goliath of an illness. she was King Leonidas who led 3oo Spartans against the mighty persian king. both of them fought loosing battles but, by God did they bring the giant to his knees. thank you for this lesson in life.

life had only one direction to go from there... and that was UP... so i took a plane went to cool off in the coolest place on earth... the Himalayas. Nepal was calling and seemed like the perfect escape. well, my girl friends and i figured out that it was not enough to drive mumbai mad... so we gave khatmandu a taste of mumbai tadka. thank you for your darshan, oh great wise Everest!

our family's first international trip to singapore was nothing but a food fest gone crazy and a lesson in traffic and civic sense. 谢谢 - xie4xie - Thank you. (in mandarin)

climbing the ladder a little further; my boys started their adolescent years and i got fodder for FB. an entire theses and PhD can be done on their pre-teen years. imagine the chaos when they actually turn teenagers! makes me wonder if the madness of their massi can be passed on like a common flu! like Dharam paaji said... SUICIDE mausijiiii!!!!!! thank you K3 for being YOU.

it helped having a crazy bunch of friends who gifted me Krrish and Mr. Grey all rolled into one. it helped that friends made me feel like the queen of sheeba on the one day that i thought was ridiculous since the person who gave birth to me was missing from all the action. thanks my fraandzzzz!

So the year rolls on and i have figured that except for some speed bumps and hurdles, the road is the only constant in my life. people have come, people have gone, people have used my life as a pit stop, people have been angry with me and people have loved me to death. there is nothing else to do, except travel on this road. maybe loose a couple of inches on my 70mm backside... but then, this same 70mm cushions my falls... so thank you 70mm.

to dhoom or not to dhoom

So normally I try to blog about worldly things like friends, love, sex, traffic, kids, etc etc. But today I am breaking my own trend and am gonna a write a quick short piece on a movie I just saw. The reason being, my FB status is not enough to vent out the entire episode. The movie in question is Dhoom-3.

now I know that most of you'all will hate me by the end of it. Some of you will even be so righteous as to tell me to not be judgmental about someone else. But sorry. I cant help it. For the entire duration of the movie, all i did was wait to get out and vent my frustration out on someone. 

So first of all, being tubelight-like runs in me and my boys. So at noon I was roaming around the streets of Mumbai searching for the elusive cheap tickets for an evening show. Finally I managed to zero in on New Empire. My multiplex bred boys had a firsthand experience of how total tapori type audience watches such movies. If they were embarrassed when I whistled and clapped during Krrish… this was a total chullu-bhar-paani-mein doob jaane wala moment. Only difference was I was not the one clapping and hooting in the audience. So coming back to the movie. First of all… I had to make sure that I had not accidentally walked into another block buster movie called ‘The Hobbit’. Because you see, the protagonist/villain/grey character/bad man… was a short puny fellow who had to fill quite large impressive feet of his predecessors. I mean the casting director needs a whack on his/her backside for this goof-up! The screen is larger than life. The movie has a larger than life background. The production house is larger than life and there you go hiring a midget for a role which is larger than life. I mean, they must have gone through so many inconveniences because of one ‘little’ mistake. Imagine, the extra dancers had to give audition based on their height. The heroine could not wear heels (coz without them she was still towering over him!). The hero, a 6 point something feet guy looked like he was constantly scolding a child. So I mean, the film lost out majorly on that.

Then we have the good cops. Unfortunately, the good cops in this movie were not allowed any grand dhamakedar, hero-like entries because you see, that was already done by the villain. So here you have a 6 ft tall guy breaking a brick wall in…. wait for it…. Drum roll….. take a deep breath…. An auto rickshaw. Now as much as I respect the 3 wheeled wonder queen of the suburbs… I just thought that in a movie where you are spending 20-30 crores, you would afford a cool enough vehicle for the good cops. I know the dude in question doesn’t have any more films in his kitty but puhleasseee…. He has married the ‘most beautiful woman’ on earth. Give him some credit. As for the second good cop, the less said the better. He is just lucky to be on screen.

But do you know who/what is the really winner in this ‘magnum phus phus’? It’s the bike! I mean, how cool is it that it can run on water as well as land! Imagine what a great boon it would be to someone like me! Traffic? No problem! Flick a switch and it turns into a cycle! Floods during the monsoon?? No problem! One more flick of the switch and voila! It is a speed boat. Wanna visit France??? No problem!!! Flick on!!!! There, you have a jet at your disposal.

So the only saving grace in this fracas… the sexy moves by the heroine. But alas! Out of the 2 hours and 47 minute ordeal, she is on screen for a total of 17 minutes.

So me and my boys returned back home with lighter pockets, fried brains and a vow to watch Comedy nights with Kapil. Yes, because Gutti on Comedy Nights… is more tolerable than watching an ‘Elf’ trying trapeze semi-nude.

p.s. all those who love ‘the Elf’ please forgive me… I too once loved him. But this was too much.