A Movie worth watching : Delhi 6

Delhi's Chandni chowk rather the whole old Delhi in “Times Square”. This is what it takes to make someone like me to write my first movie review but of course in a not-so “thesaurus English”, just before 20 hours from my midsemester exams.
Rakesh Omprakash Mehra after the success of “Rang De Basanti” comes up with his new film Delhi- 6. A.R.Rahman is once again at his best by giving some exceptional tunes and creating a vibe in the film which makes even a “non-delhite” immediately associate him being in Old Delhi. Delhi-6 truly justifies its title by putting the essence of “delhi-6” in the film. The movie had each and every taste of contemporary India in which the director is an expert. Untouchability or silly superstitions or the media's role in creating controversies or communal disharmony or woman trade in the society or improper bringing up of children, he has filmed everything in this movie. It tries to say that “Swades” could have been made in a better way. It smartly passes the message to the audience. Though in incorporating everything in the movie the subtleness of the movie is lost but still the audience will truly enjoy this 2 ½ hour movie. Abhishek Bachchan finally comes outside the shadow of his father after movies like “Bluffmaster” and “Delhi-6”. His overworked American accent is not that bad to get that he plays the role an NRI in the movie. His chemistry with Bittu, played by sonam kapoor is not that perfect but still the “monkey clad Abhishek Bachchan and sonam kapoor” hug deserves applause.
The dialogues are honestly written which makes the movie worth watching . The movie is successful in disguising people with the whole Chandni Chowk shots which are actually shot on set.
Now for people who don’t want to spoil their exams.
In brief, the movie is about Roshan (Abhishek Bachchan), a typical NRI young man, who comes down from New York to “Delhi 6”, with his grandmother, nicely played by Waheeda Rehman. Roshan finds it difficult to get the atmosphere of Delhi 6 which is actually Chandi Chowk. This is what the movie tries to articulate. Roshan finally decides to stay back in India to fight with the overhyped menace of the “Monkey Man”. Bittu is dying to break free and be a free bird to participate in the next round of Indian Idol. Will Roshan be able to save the day? Or will he return back to his home and stay off these troubled streets of Chandni Chowk? Watch it yourself after exams are over.
Now, if you want to spoil your exams further do watch “Dev d” and quickly fast forward “Billu Barber” to the last 20 minutes for the modern “Krishna-sudama” speech in a self-praise SRK movie.

PS: I'm really having no time left for my exams after watching the movie and managing some time to write my maiden movie review.
PS: Please, pray for me!!!
PS: I'll be coming with more detailed movie reviews and meaningful posts after the exams are over.

"IIT Bhubaneswar's spelling mistake"?

“An historical event took place in 2008 in the country. Six new IITs started functioning from the academic year 2008-09. IIT Bhubaneswar admitted 120 students through IIT JEE, distributed over three disciplines: Civil Engineering, Electrical Engineering and Mechanical Engineering.....” says the homepage or rather the “introduction” page of IIT Bhubaneswar’s website.
However, they failed in understanding that IIT has a standard which is world-renowned and should not be tarnished by the use of sub-standard techniques and technology to hurt the image of the other respected IITies.
I’m writing this because of a serious blunder by the website designers err the content writers of the IIT Bhubaneswar’s website.
What they did?
“Under mentorship of IIT Kharagpur, the Institute is going to acuire world class infrastructure, faculty and facilities.” says the last line of the “introduction” page.
Did you see the mistake?
I know you are not a dumb but still I’d like to mention that. I think the respected website content writers have not read their own text after clicking on the “publish” button...I hope it’s as simple as that.
I’ll not trouble you further. Don’t you think “acuire” is not a valid English word? I hope my English is not that obsolete. However, do let me know if I’m wrong. I think “acquire” is the word which me and my word editor says is a legitimate English word in this context.
Respected Website designers and content writers, I’m sorry if I hurt you guys or gals or uncles or aunties.
However, this is not a new thing about IIT websites. Our very own IIT kharagpur described as the “the best engineering institute of the country” by IIT Bhubaneswar’s website is also not flawless in its website’s content and design.
I’d like to hear from you if the opinions expressed in this post hurt you, or you disagree with me, or you have something better to share.

PS: Finally, the website is corrected.
PS: Visit IIT Bhubaneswar's website from here
PS: Sorry IIT BBSians
PS: There were some more mistakes in the website.

Love is not a Lost and Found Commodity

“C U @ 10” This SMS wakes me up.



It was “Durga Puja” Holidays time. I’d been to my place. Did I tell you about that SMS?
No, I didn’t. It was sent by Trisha to remind me that we had fixed a get-together with almost every friend from High school. Guess, what? Everybody also includes “Miss.X”. I couldn’t afford to miss this rare opportunity. I jumped from my bed with a reflex action which reminds me of “Aamir Khan of Ghazini”. I brushed my teeth twice probably thrice. After attending nature’s call, I took a half hour long bath to improve my melanin-rich complexion. My mother was surprised to see me doing these things so early in the morning with full sincerity. She even asked,”Are you going back to your Hostel?”
At 9:30 AM I left my home for Trisha’s place. We’d planned to meet at a “Puja Pandal”. However, Trisha and I always went together in such get-togethers. I don’t know why but it’s our habit nowadays. After all, we know each other from the time we had only half a dozen numbers of teeth.
I reached Trisha’s home at 9:55 AM. As usual, Trisha was still not ready. I began changing the channels. They had purchased a new TV. It is very good. It’s flat. Trisha came and blocked me from watching that technological advancement in Television entertainment.
She said,” You haven’t said “Hi” to me idiot!”
Oh! Hi Trisha. So are you ready? Let’s go: They Must be waiting for us.

"They? Or “Miss.X!”....."
She knows everything about “Miss.X”.
Trisha finally left the living room and called me,” Come on! Mr.”
I threw the remote on the sofa next to mine and ran to catch her. Trisha and I had some normal conversation about our college lives. We shared every experience except “My Ragging!”
How could I?
Usually, Trisha never talks too much but she cannot stop overpowering me. She thinks that I’m the only person in the universe who can be fooled thrice in a day and still think that he is a genius!
We reached the puja pandal. Everybody was waiting for us including “Miss.X”
Everybody decided to have a lunch at “Ganga-the restaurant”.
We walked as slow as possible to reach that restaurant as late as possible.
“Ganga-the restaurant welcomes you...”
Read a banner outside that place. We took our seats. I was luckily placed just in front of “Miss.X” and as far as possible from Trisha. Thank God!
We were the only customers in the restaurant. It meant we could have a lot of unlimited fun. It started with a usual gossip session about our college-lives. Then came the most interesting part. We all had to confess something to everybody.
I won’t give you the details of everyone’s confession but I’ll just mention about “Miss.X”
She started
“I loved a guy.”
This shocked all of us. I’m not sure about all of us but it certainly rocked me and made my heart beat faster. I was not sure what’s going to come next.
“But...now we are not together.... for the first time in my life I thought of spending my whole life with a boy and he also turned to be a moron with another relationship to hurt my emotions. Now, I cannot trust anybody in my life. I cannot love anyone. I’m upset with these guys. This was my confession” Miss.X said these words.
It was enough to destabilize me. For the next part of that get-together I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her smile, her face, her disappointment, her untied hairs and her "blinking of eyes" constituted a slideshow before my eyes.
Trisha noticed my pale face but she is a smart girl. She didn’t poke me at that instant at that place. She knew that would make the situation worse. We returned after our lunch. Trisha told me to accompany her to her home.
She asked, “So, are you upset?”
Me: Yes, I’m not happy. Isn’t that visible to your eyes?
Trisha held my hand and said, “Don’t lose hope mate!”
Me: I’ve tried everything to win her heart. I’ve done things which I couldn’t even dream of before. I think about her 24X7. I want her in my life. I think I’ve lost her love somewhere. I want to search that.
“Love is not a lost and found commodity” witty reply by Trisha
It was sufficient to bring a transient smile to my face. “Ok! Trisha I’m leaving” I uttered these words after reaching her place. She didn’t force me to come inside as she had sensed my mood.

I reached my home. I started to think of various possibilities of my life without “Miss.X” but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. A thought came to my mind. I was pondering over the pros and cons of committing a suicide. The first thing which came to my mind was “Can I tolerate that immense pain”. I’d a feeling that death is easy if it is not painful. I prayed to God. I prayed that I should die without pain. I even thought “I’m ready to face death even now, if it’s painless”
I went into a subtle state of sleep. I was sleeping.
A voice filled my ears. I recognized it to be of “Goddess”. Goddess Gayatri!
Goddess: Are you not content with your life?


Me: No, I’m seriously unsatisfied.
Goddess: Fine. You’ll die after 5 hours. You’ll not feel any pain.
Me: Thanks. I was happy that at least my prayer was heard.

After two hours of imagination, I started to feel that I’m going to end my life after a few hours. I suddenly felt cold. A sense of insecurity filled my heart. I certainly didn’t want to die anymore; even if it’s painless. I realized that I’ve many more things in my life than “Miss.X”.
I’ve parents, brothers, sisters, Trisha and friends......
I didn’t want to die!
I cried, “I don’t want to die”
Goddess Gayatri appeared in that dream. She said, “So, son are you ready to leave this materialistic world.”
Me: No....
Goddess: Why?
Me: I was foolish.
Goddess: Now?
Me: Self-realization......I understood life....I don’t want to die...please help me.
Goddess: I knew this my son......you are safe...and yes remember one thing
“Love is not a lost and found commodity”.
Her voice and her image vanished and I woke up after a self-enlightening dream.

PS: Know more about Trisha from here
PS: Know more about "Miss.X" from here
PS: It is inspired by two posts from two blogs.
PS: 1. Unlisten's this post.
PS: 2. Intuitius's this post.
PS: BTW, I've updated "The 3 Nerds" read it from here.

Love, Life and Dream On...

A University of California study found that 10 per cent of all start-ups in the Silicon Valley between 1995 and 1998 were by Indians, most of whom had come from the IIT system. This was the scenario between 1995 and 1998.

1.Raj Kamal Jha
2.Tushar Raheja
3.Sandipan Deb
Q. Guess, who’s next in this list?
A. Chetan Bhagat.

--> Once upon a time IITians were considered as geek entrepreneurs and technocrats. Now, they have become smarter. The entrepreneur in them gave birth to a new field of quick fame. It’s different than research, it’s different than entrepreneurship and it’s also different from bollywood to an extent.
Obviously, the talk of the campuses all over the Indian sub-continent is the rise of IITians as authors and novelists. The tale of technocrats who have left their highly equipped laboratories to write about some fictional world is selling like hotcakes. It’s a fact, better get used to this.
One thing this new generation of IITians in India is doing is making the lazy Indians like me to read novels. Indians are used to bollywood and cricket that anything apart from these can’t entertain an average Indian. However, authors like Chetan Bhagat have done a considerably great work by writing some easy to comprehend novels. The USP of these novels is that you can immediately identify yourself with the characters. They are so Indian that they seem to be the classmate or your neighbour’s son or daughter.
I too began reading novels influenced by Chetan bhagat’s literary excellence.
I was just turning the pages of the newspaper when I saw this
“IIT Student Sells Dreams”
It immediately caught my attention and I read the whole story. I even visited his website.
Q. Whose website?
A. Animesh Verma.

Yeah, he is the new sensation and the talk of the literary world. His maiden novel, “Love Life and Dream On...” has sold over 10,000 copies in less than a month. Animesh Verma, an alumnus of Hindu College, who is now pursuing Master's in chemistry from IIT-Mumbai, is not a fan of Chetan Bhagat unlike most of the IITians.
After reading the reviews, I’m surely going to get a copy of Animesh’s first novel and I strongly recommend every reader to read yet another IITian’s masterpiece.
I won’t give any review of the book here as I’m yet to have a look of the book but after reading the reviews I'm glad to give you some links to them too.


1.IIT student writes on Love, Life and Dreaming On (DNA's Review)

2.DU nostalgia recorded in a novel (The Times Of India's Review)

3.Animesh Verma's Blog (Love, Life and Dream On...)


PS: This post is dedicated to Animesh Verma.
PS: I think I should update my new blog "The 3 Nerds" very soon.
PS: Fest season is going to start at IIT Kgp very soon...

Who is my ********?

“******** is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity , love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, and/or compatibility.”
The term is soulmate. This is the second most difficult and most incomprehensible term that I’ve ever come across. Undoubtedly, the first place goes to “girls”. Girls are the most difficult species to understand or to envisage but the easiest to get confounded.
BTW, let me clarify that the first few quoted lines are not cluttered by me but it has been taken from the Wikipedia.
Where is my soulmate?
Does she exist? I mean am I lucky enough?
How is my soulmate?
Is she beautiful err... gorgeous?
Does these questions hit your brain and hurt your heart?
You don’t need to panic you don’t have any syndrome, phobia or disease it’s just a phase of life everyone goes through when he/she fails in fourthree things.
1.Finding a girlfriend.
2.Finding a boyfriend.
3.Managing a relationship.
4.Failure in exams or in general failure in anything important...it is a fact!!!
I cannot explain the answers to the above questions nor can I describe extensively about the causes of increased level of urgency and curiosity in searching our soulmate after these three/four events that I’ve listed above but I can share some of my experiences with you.
I’m also suffering from this “soulmate search fever”.
The reasons for this in my case are failure to win a girl’s heart and bad results in exams leading to confusion about my future. Actually, this is a chain reaction. When someone is low and desperate emotionally he starts thinking about his/her soulmate and sinks in his/her thoughts and after this the chain keeps you inside and once again the time spent in imagining about your soulmate kicks you in exams or in your professional/academic life to once again fail and the reaction goes on its course.
Right from my early teenage rather childhood days, I couldn’t stop imagining about my soulmate as I’m a failure since 1988 (my year of birth).
I’m also a day-dreamer. I tend to always count the eggs of an unhatched egg forgetting the fact that the egg could be also of an impotent baby cock.
So here are my romantic thoughts about my soulmate
To my soulmate





Hi Darling
How are you? I hope you would be enjoying your days but also missing my presence in your life. I miss you too honey. I hope we meet soon. BTW, I’m getting a little bit impatient thinking about you. Wherever you are, please do not forget me as I cannot stop thinking about you. I imagine a beautiful house in a serene and beautiful place in which we enter and make it a home. We both share our work in my dreams about “you and our sweet home”. I also help you in the kitchen. That is the most romantic thing that I ever visualize. Just imagine that you are cutting onions and tears have started to roll down through your artistically beautiful cheeks. They look very sweet and pretty honey! After that I kiss your wet cheeks and that is the scene which fades my further imaginative memory about you. I hope this letter reaches you and melts your heart and we both start our life.

Yours
Soulmate

My failures in "soulmate search fever"
1.Love at last sight
2.My first date

PS: I've much to write about this topic.
PS: However, I spare you.
PS: I'm really confused about girls.
PS: What they want?
PS: BTW, I've started a new blog story "The 3 Nerds" start reading from here