Highway- Movie Review

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Ok, so reviews aren’t really my thing, but after such a long time I saw a movie that not only made me cry but I also felt that even the most heartless of people may actually have a story to tell. So here it is.

I don’t really know if I would call it a review or what. But go ahead, have a look; i’m warning you there might be spoilers.

The movie is not your typical bollywood masala movie and for a change I’m glad it isn’t.

The movie begins with Veera’s sneaky night drive with her fiance, which ends up in her being abducted by a group of goons at a petrol pump.The group headed by Mahavir Bhatti (Randeep Hooda). They take Veera to their “aada” where they come to know that she is a daughter of an influential businessman. When everyone decides to back off given her father’s reach, Mahavir is adamant about his decision of demanding ransom in lieu of releasing Veera. They carry on their journey to Ajmer hoping someone would help them get her video/ photos taken so that they could send it to her parents. But, in vain. The same night Veera, seeing no one around decides to run away, only to be seen by Mahavir who asks her to run away if she could. She’s trys but in vain. She returns back eventually. Soon she starts feeling a sense of independence in captivity.

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Later on, it’s their individual trauma of the past that brings these two absolutely different kinds of people together. Where Veera was a victim of child molestation, Mahavir had seen his father sell his mother each night.

Next what begins in an endless journey to nowhere.

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“Jahan se tum mujhe laye ho, mein wahan wapas nahi jaana chahti.

 Jahan bhi le ja rahe ho, wahan pahunchna nahi chahti.

 Par yeh raasta, yeh bahut accha hai.

 Mein chahti hoon ki yeh raasta kabhi khatam na ho.”

She feels like she finally found her solace. When they find a perfect house in between mountains. (Next what happened is what will make you cry to bits.) The police somehow finds out their location and they had surrounded the house and Mahavir is shot at sight. Crashing Veera to pieces.

After Mahavir’s death, Veera is brought back to Delhi. Where she finally breaks her silence regarding her past trauma in front of everyone else.

The film ends with Veera returning to the mountains, working for her factory with female employees (referring to Mahvir’s helplessness about her mother’s situation?)

Still wondering why should watch this film?

Go watch it for excellent cinematography, the serene landscapes of this beautiful country; India. Watch it for Alia-Randeep’s amazingly believable performance and for Imitiaz Ali and A R Rahman’s sheer brilliance and the reason they are known as geniuses.

It’s intoxicating, overwhelmingly & heartwarming.

– The Lazyy Blogger

365 Writing Challenge. February 16th.

Ok, so yesterday while i was randomly browsing through wordpresss and stumbled upon this. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/postaday/ebook-365-writing-prompts

And thanks to this, I started writing so, now I don’t know if I will get writing daily or not. But had to start somewhere, so here I am.

The clock

February 16.

The clock

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post,

include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately

looked at the clock”

I had reached my new office half an hour before. First days are awkward. Well, most days are but this is the problem about being socially awkward. As much as I love my new job and the work I’m suppose to do. The thought of meeting the new people slightly terrified me.  I’m not a people’s person, never was and I highly doubt I could ever be. I heard a car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. It was 9:00. The official office time. A girl, almost my age entered. She happily wished the gatekeeper a good morning and then went ahead to open up the office. Damn. I thought, extroverts are hard and mostly treat socially weird people like say me, as if we were some disabled folks and keep pushing us to speak as if we were the kids in nursery class. As much as i did not want to enter then, I thought it would be nice to enter the place before the boss and others did. So I took a breath and entered.  She looked up, while she was arranging a few files nearby.

“Yes?” she said too sweetly. I hated extra sweet people.

“I’m Vineet.” I said. Didn’t know what else to say.

She continued to give me confused look.

“I’m the new intern here.” I added.

“Oh!” she said brining the happily excited look back on her face.

“I’m Megha, I joined a few days back only.” I could see two people arrive from the entrance who glanced at us, but did not stop to talk. And she continued”I’m also an intern like you. Which branch?”

“Design.” I said.

“That’s great. Me too!”

I just awkwardly smiled.

I guess the boss will come in a assign you the work officially but we’re to help at the next documentary they are making, It is regarding the social awareness week for this company, that is our client.”

“Alright.” I said.

She’s going to be hard to work with I thought.

Just then, the boss arrived. He looked at me and signaled me to join him.

I left soon after.

-The LazyyBlogger.

If Only

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After snoozing my alarm for which I thought was the second time, I check the time. 9:00. I was late. Late for the meeting at 10:00, and I had to travel for half an hour. If only mom was home I thought. So, I quickly grab the only ironed shirt in the wardrobe. And yesterday’s trousers hanging in the bathroom peg. If only had I skipped yesterday’s match. If only I had woken up early. If only there’s not much traffic on the way.  If only. I look at the watch again, 9:10.’I should really get going to the station’, I thought. Took my file and left. A small run, a turn here and a dodge here, avoiding any crash I moved forward in a hurry. But *crash* and I bumped into someone. All the papers on the floor

Great” I said.

I hastily drop to my knees and pick up every sheet while breathing, “Shit” multiple times. I notice that the girl who bumped me is helping in picking up the papers. Looked at my watch again.

9:25. “Need to rush.”  I reminded myself.

“Thanks” I said to the girl who helped.

But as soon as I saw her face, I almost dropped the file again.
I was stumped.

“Rhea?”

All the memories came rushing to me.
All the words.
All the promises.
All the lost love.

The conversation played in his mind.

“I’ll always be there for you Rhea, no matter what.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”

I couldn’t believe that I was really looking at her right now. It seemed too good to be true. Five years had passed. And after that long time, here we were again, looking at each other, observing if this is really true.

“Hi Arun, nice to see you” she said.
“Good to see you too” I replied, still recovering from the shock.

I can sense the awkwardness the situation has formed. What had ended on a bitter note, had led to this.
My phone rings. I ignore it.

“Long time, how have you been?” She asked, I could still feel the agony of the past in her voice.
“ I’ve been alright.” I was still lost for words.
My phone’s starts ringing but I don’t respond to it.
“Looks like you’re still busy” she smiled. That wasn’t the first time she said that. Just in a different manner this time along.

My phone starts ringing. I pick it up. It’s from the office.
“I’m on my way. Just 10 more minutes.” I say.
Call ends.

“Rhea, it was really nice running into you, it’s just that I have a really important meeting right now. So..umm.. can we catch up sometime later?” I asked, not knowing what to accept as an answer.

“It’s alright Arun. Maybe some other time, when we accidently bump into each other again.” She said. Smiled me a goodbye, and left.

I left too. Thinking, “If only things had been different.”

– The Lazyy Blogger.

December of the Not-so-Rich and Infamous.

Yay!!! It’s December!!! :D

So it is the end of the year, the happy cheerful spirits all around. The time for reunions and meeting friends.

Every other person is excited either about going to this awesome party at the end of the year, or the trip they are going to take. Our facebook feeds and instagram are already flooded with either their shopping pictures or status updates on the days they are counting till they’ll party their heart out or how they can’t wait to reconcile with old friends or other rich brats to just booze their night away.

Now, if none of the above sentences had any relevance to you, well then congratulations!

You’re officially the part of the Not-so-Rich and Infamous club.

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This club is a just a virtual one consisting of people like us with no plans or money. (In most of the cases, both)

It’s not a very sad thing like you think, you know? (Ok, well it is.) But, that’s no reason to spend the year end crying. Here are 10 ways to rescue the new year’s from being as dull and boring as it could get.

1.Watch old movies:

Yes, the old black and white ones, the mushy cheesy ones, or the horror ones. A perfect way to celebrate the New Year’s Eve with yourself :)

  2.Dance on loud music:

Go to your playlist. Select all the loud party, crazy song. Hit play. Screw everyone else.

3.Read a great book:

There is no better company, then that of a good book. Well, actually there is but since there is no one around, you have no choice.

     4.Cook for yourself:

There’s food. Nuf said.

5. Spend the savings:

Yes, the ones you’ve been saving since a while. All the Diwali cash or the rakhi gift hampers. Time to spend them all. Go ahead. Pamper yourself. You’ve been good this year, you deserve it.

6.Write or paint:

Everyone has their own way of escapism. Be it writing or painting or anything else. Hobbies are great getaways.

7.Television shows:

Well at least it’s better to watch the award shows or the New Year’s performances they show on TV.  It’s better than cribbing in your room about being bored at home.

 8.Call up family members- specially older members:

When was the last time you called your grandparents or your uncles and aunts for no reason?What better than new year’s?

9.Act as if it’s just another day:

It’s a holiday mid week! What’s better than this? Go catch up on the missed hours of sleep.

  10.Social networking sites.

When everything fails, there’s always social media. Trust me; you’re not the only one who’s alone at New Year’s Eve. Go online chat your night away. Or whatever. Not that anyone cares :P

Anyway, Have fun! Untill next year!

– The Lazyy Blogger.

Secret Santa

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“Argh! These assignments, I hate them.” Riya complained like for the millionth time.

Riya had planned for this weekend like a zillion times in her head. The perfect outfit and the fun she’d have with her friends she had always wanted to go for one of these weekender concerts. She loved the whole atmosphere and the euphoric feeling that came along with it. Being a part of the concert crowd was what she loved. And she had also being saving money for it since quite a few months now. And now to let go of all this just for a stupid assignment was what she was more than pissed for.

So she halfheartedly sat the whole evening with Tanya in her room and somehow after all the nagging and cribbing; managed to complete the whole assignment.

Next morning, we went to Miss Sengupta in the staff area and handed over the assignment.

“I didn’t expect you girls until evening.” she smiled.

For a change we did not return her smile.

“Seems like I did after all spoil your day, did I?”

“Well kind of.” I muttered.

She heard that.

“What were you going to do anyway?” She enquired.

There was silence.

“Well, now that I’ve already ruined your plans, why don’t you both help me with a little work that I have?”

“Ok.” We both said with no enthusiasm at all in our voices.

In my mind I was so pissed off. Anger at its peak.

She walked us out of the college and on to the street.

“So, what was the plan anyway?” she asked.

“We’re going to attend the weekender” Riya said.

“We had that planned for quite some time now.” Priya added.

“Ah, the weekender. The one they are having at the outskirts right?” she asked “Isn’t it too pricey?”

“It’s alright once in a while” Riya answered.

“Sure it is.”

There we reached. To a not so well off place named Aashiyan.

“Auntyyyyy” a small little girl came running to Miss Sengupta.

“How’s little Aanya doing?” she asked cheerfully

“I’m fine. But has Santa arrived yet?” she asked.

“Tonight, only when you go to sleep. He’ll come.” She narrated, as if a story.

“Okay.” She smiled and ran off.

Me and Tanya were so confused to say a word.

Miss Sengupta turned to us and said “They’ve been waiting for this day all year around. And work hard to be good the whole year only to hope and receive gifts they wish for. And you know what are their wishes?”

“Come along she said.”

Inside she greeted the manager in a room inside. She came out with a file.

She handed it to us.

“Why don’t you two go and read it in the garden?” she said.

We left without a word.

The kids were playing just there, they all looked so happy to see us.

We took a bench and sat. We couldn’t believe what we saw in the file.

Neatly written in what felt like handwriting on 6-7 year olds were wishes.

Arun Remote controlled car
Aanya Barbie doll
Tina Tea set
Rahil Birthday cake for jiya because the last cake got spoiled by me.
Siddhant Encyclopedia
Muskan Make up kit
Jiya Frock
Nupur School shoes

I and Tanya literally had tears in our eyes.

Just then a little girl came to us and said “Did Rahil hit you too? He’s like that only.”

“I did not do anything!” A boy said who we did not realize was hiding behind the bench

“I saw you, you’re out! You’re out!” the girl shouted happily and ran off.

“I’m not!” he too ran behind her.

Just then Miss Sengupta came, and sat at the bench next to ours.

“They’re all orphans. 2 of them the manager found left alone on the road.”

We were still speechless. We realized that we were cribbing about such petite issue.

“”They’ll finally get all their gifts, well most of them. With the humble donations people do for them. And after paying all the school fees and making the ends meet. Not much fund is left for their gifts. Last year we could only get 4 gift items, but you know what? Neither did they crib nor did feel jealous of the friends who got their gifts instead they all share whatever little they had. ”

“So, this year, do all of them get what they want?” Riya asked.

“No, just 3 of them. The organization hasn’t been receiving enough donations.”

Just then Riya had a little idea. She looked at Tanya with a huge smile and said “I have a plan!” she understood and so did Miss Sengupta.

They left Aashiyan.

Just when it was evening, they retuned back with huge packets in their hands, all beautifully gift wrapped.

All the kids rushed to us.

“Did Santa send you?” the little girl asked.

“Yes he did.” Riya Said.

They spent the whole evening with them and they were so happy to see all the kids jump with joy after receiving all they wanted.

Riya and Tanya reached their hostel, their friends were back.

“We had soooo much fun!” said Malvika

“So did we.” They smiled.

– The Lazyy Blogger.

Close Call.

Another short story.

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So, it was Diwali in 4 days and the excitement in me grew like never before. I had never been so glad about Diwali when I was back in my hometown; guess these things suddenly become important when you are miles apart. But the best thing was that in less than 24 hours, I’d be home. Although I still live in the same county, Chennai felt like it was a part of a different county altogether. Especially when you compare it with Baroda. So I was all set. Came early from my office, bought a few gifts on the way almost done with the packing and answered my mom’s call thrice. Yes, that would be an unusual thing, given I never get a chance to speak to her more than once when I’m working. She was happier than I was. I was going to be back after 6 months. My roommate, Shri had been bugging me and constantly reminded me about getting her the yummy theplas my mom had sent the last time around. The flight was at 23:00 and I had to reach the airport by 21:30 (approx 75 mins early to board a domestic flight) I felt bad for Shri, who couldn’t get her holiday leave approved and had to stay back instead of going to Nagpur for Diwali. I decided to treat her, Italian (her favorite), so we left for Little Italy.  We had our dinner and Shri went to got into the car and just then my phone rang. It was mom. Again. Reminding  to leave so that I wouldn’t be late. Next thing I heard was a crash sound.  Even before I could think, I saw Shri bang her car into the truck passing by. Leaving a huge dent on her car and blood was flowing from her forehead. She had banged her head on the steering wheel.

My mind was torn. I had to reach the airport, but I couldn’t leave Shri alone at the hospital, although my other friends said they were on their way and they would take care of her. I just couldn’t leave.just then the doctor came with a list of medicines and broke my chain of thoughts.  I left for the medical store.

It was 23:40.my phone rang, it was from home. Damn, I thought, I had forgotten to call home to tell them what had happened. I answered the phone,

“Riya?!” It was dad, sounding totally confused and panicked and worried.

“Dad?” I replied bewildered.

“Oh thank god you’re alive!” “It’s her, she’s fine” I heard him tell it to people at home.

“What is..” before I could complete my mom had taken over the phone from dad

“Are you ok?  Where are you? Is everything alright?” She was crying.

“What is happening??” I asked after I couldn’t understand the whole reason for panic. I haven’t even told them about shri’s accident I thought.

“They showed it on TV. Ritu aunty from Ahmadabad called to inform” she said still panicking

“That flight IC107 from Chennai to Ahmadabad had crashed soon after it took off.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. Almost went blank for a moment.

“I..I..missed my flight…” was all I could say.

“And thank god for that” my mom said with a breath of relief.

“Shri met with a minor accident, so I took her to the hospital and missed my flight.” I said recovering myself a bit.

Close call I thought. Very close call.

-The Lazyy Blogger.

The color.

Note: I had to describe the color ‘Blue’ without using the word blue.

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It’s what you feel on a full moon day, while you take a walk all by yourself. It is the color or relaxation, the color of holiday, be it is the color of the clear sky, indicating that the day is going to be perfect. Or it is the color of your perfect dream holiday villa’s view, the one facing the sea. It is the color of your everyday wear, your jeans. Something your personality is incomplete without. It is the color of the night, the time when it’s all calm and you spend your time with the most important person in your life; yourself. It is the color of the liquid you cannot imagine you life without, water! The color of your favorite cartoon characters because they are too cute and smurfy . But it can also be the color of loneliness or depression. The color of tension and the color of worry. It’s the color of your favorite superhero, who’s neither a plane or a bird. And thus, it is the color of faith. In India, it’s the color of a religion and the color we bleed. Something that connects people of different caste and creed. The color of royalty and class.

The color of life.