World Tobacco...WHAT?

What’s this day is for anyway? Was my first question (obviously to myself as I stay alone) as I opened the pages of my paper. The paper, spot-fixing and Srinivasan news aside, was laden with grievances due to the sad demise of Rituporno Ghosh; a master story teller of Tollywood who touched national realms of film-making with his fresh and diverse stories and always voiced his opinion on his sexuality be it on print, on Tv or on Mir (Yes! The Bengali show host got quite a mouthful from Rituporno for his antics).

But today casting aside all these much said about topics my inquisitive mind pondered on the ‘Anti-Tobacco Day’ ads which is today (Or Tobacco awareness day; whatever it is called) and the question was, what is it actually? What was the purpose of the day?

Are we celebrating the misuse (or is it really its use? Tough question) of tobacco or are we celebrating the ban of it? Is it today that we should not eat any forms of tobacco or if any one eating today should be fined? What is this day serving as for us commoners? Coming from an engineering institute I have come across many subtle and hard-core forms of tobacco and I know how many people live by it. And although I ban myself from any such use the passive act really is effective (or so the scientist says!!! )

But please don’t give up after reading up to this thinking that I am going against tobacco today. No my question is to those that are creating a fuss with their confusing decisions. The governing and other bodies responsible for creating a rule and thus creating them just for the heck of it.

Celebrating a World Anti-Tobacco awareness day (Man! so much in a name) isn’t going to do any good. Even after repetitive awareness programs the sale of tobacco hasn’t reduced, rather it has notched up a mark. The government is making rules about pictures stating that they are to be visible on the board on the packets and on the ads of every single Tobacco selling company. Does it do any good? No but who is to listen. Today I saw in the paper that they have marginalized the highest dimension of the ads a tobacco selling company (and that includes bidis, Cigarettes’, gutkha and other forms cancerous or non-cancerous) can put up. And a commoner can only repeat the Akshay kumar dialogue from the movie Housefull2 “Arrey kyun thakreyo” Really why this Kolaveri D man? If it is causing this much pain in the ass why don’t you go ahead and ban it and if you can’t just shut the big gap.

Now you may ask ‘tussi ki hoya?’ Oye assi hoya to kucch nhi but.. The comedy of errors suck my life too.

For once the single screens and halls have started showing anti-tobacco campaignsbefore the movies that suck, the blurred images in the movie while a smoking scene is there and then the last of all but certainly not the least the chetabni. Oye jisko sunna tha they won’t listen; you are just killing my mood man. But who to listen? None.

So as the day passes by and the tobacco companies garner their collection even after giving 2X3 inch-walla ad and people keep dumping themselves in the hands of the cancer my mind repeats the question “What was the purpose of the day?”

 And I smile like Dhoni. ‘No answer.’

And the curtain comes down...

And with that we, rather I sum up the small adventure called B.Tech. Today was the final exam of my engineering course and it was a one hell of a day mixed with emotions (that last time-wala feeling, you know) and loads of action; from ripping the pockets off the shirts(yes, kkrazzzy!! Right) to signing the shirts and kicking the hell of one another just because it might be the last moments we could be in a position to do it. It was truly one hell of a day (Don’t ask about the exam though).

Although I am not a nostalgic type, yet to think about that first day, the first semester, the first result and first hangout with the friends gives  a sheer feeling of something that, I don’t know has a certain nostalgic smell to it. And to compare it to all the things last gives even a bum-head like me a heart-ache.

Hope I ain’t getting emotional. Just that knowing that I won’t be going back for all that classes (Yeah like I went till this time) but anyhow those lectures, bunking,  canteen addas and fukrebaazi  tells me that I have not only completed the course (about which I have a doubt, still; how the hell did happen) but actually traversed a journey. Good or bad my life wouldn’t have been same without the same permutations and combinations of the friends who have shaped my life, decisions and experience. I am thankful to them.  And not to forget the faculties (any of my friend reading this will be smiling at the irony of the upcoming sentence, given the circumstances past and present) I truly reserve honour in having interacted with them and thank them for providing me with chance to excel (though woh  saare chances main ne surf-excel se dho daala, but moving on). My respect for them.

 And now after all these filmy baatein the hard question for any engineer. ‘Aage karega kya? I guess everyone had to face these questions and truly speaking I don’t have an answer yet now. ‘Aage dekh lenge’ I guess should be my answer.

And so this it. All those laughter and sorrow, smile and tears, sapne sach and the friendship merged with the jhagras and gussas. The text and miscalls. Yes there is Facebook but whatever is the worth will still miss my college days. But I guess standing at this place I realize in the end it really doesn’t matter. Just the memories, a subtle insecurity about missing all the things that were the part of the life and the bland thought that occasionally keeps pouring out of my mind.

“Jah teri! Engineer hoye gelam!!!” (well not technically but who is to stop me from writing :-p)

Dedicated to my college life and those who were in it….

Will miss ya guyzzzzzz….

Why on earth?

I really don't have any words left, neither my mind is working correctly today (well many people says it's common in most days) but anyhow people accustomed with the gruesome episode of GRAND VIVA in an engineers life would know why I am ripped off my humour today (I will probably take leave for few days).
 So here it is... please don't be mad over my non-creative post. I still have the zing. It's only (momentarily) losing the bling.
 I will be back with the thing (no puns intended). Till then just enjoy a shayari I wrote in dedication to many of my muse's (all in mind guyzzz, all in my mind)

Kuch to hain 
tere mere panah mein;
faasle bhi jo kam na kar payee,
Akhir judai 
parayi kisise
itni gaam kabh hain layi...
I will be back with more such nonsensical ideologies (sounds cool. Don't it?) But the heck called semester. Once again another tormenting ordeal in an engineers life; begs my solitude from writing, which indeed is my first love (barring few first loves I had in past). So once it gets over I will jump off back to it and till then just craving for it.
Hope you will be back at reading this space too. Do keep checking. Till then Adios Amigos everybody.
Happy reading. Bye.

Why the words?

Sorry guys it was meant to be a filmy Friday where I was going to review on a film released latest but my exam spoiled it all. I hopefully will do it some other day. Nevertheless my mind conjured up another quirky thought today while the headlines and the news following them met my eyes in the morning.

No, although the Sreesanth and the spot-fixing case are surely the headlines today but I chose to avoid it because it was much hyped. Instead what grabbed my eyes was that usual celeb intervention on this matter ranging from actors to politicians and the who’s who of every field. Pouring their heart-felt thoughts and important (read passable) comments on several social networking sites such as Twitter, Facebook, Blogs and many more (actually I don’t know any more names but moving on…)

Although India and the rest of the world is democratic and you have the freedom of speech crap that has lost it’s meaning in the by-loops of law and power, we still like to think that we can speak whatever we can, without the responsibility of taking charge of what we say or following the big mouths with big deeds.

Yes I know people will raise question that I am still on the blog writing shit and talking shit, simultaneously; but hey I ain’t the one people log on Twitter for, neither am I responsible for the fall-summer collection of many designers. No fans follow the style of my hair-cut and no one surely gets inspired by my acts and words so I am actually here to share the ideas of mine with little groups that are more peers than followers. People who still haven’t lost the power to judge before they can work on my words. But celebs have people who follow them to the core, act on their words and are responsible for their words, be it long posts or mere 140 words, cause the world looks up to them. They are icon and many people worship them; without judging in some cases.

So my point being why this craving for extra TRP and footage with every incident that drips and dents India (the celebs from whole world does that, but let’s just focus on a more selective group; shall we) and not only they comment; they have their own version for that and their verdicts as well that goes beyond the Supreme justice of India. Spiderman was once heard quoting (I know it was Uncle Ben, don’t judge) ‘With power comes great responsibility’. The responsibility part is clearly lost from the acts, be it Sanjay Dutt’s jail sentence, explosion in different parts of India or this spot-fixing case. The celebrity side isn’t showing anything to celebrate. It’s like a competition on who can give the brightest comment and get more likes and attention. Which leads to intelligent comments from the likes of (just imagine) Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan (who, the drug addict who can’t stand steady for a minute) or Justin Bieber (Art thou God! Kill me).

May be the intellectuals should once in a while leave it to rest for what it’s worth, it’s really not worth it.

And if you ask who I am I to say Well It’s Goddamn free country man. My blog, my craps…

Happy reading guys. Bye.

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The name is Bond...

Decades ago Shakespeare remarked what's in a name. Century later he has given a new zing to it, spicing it up and upped the coolness quotient perhaps answering Shakespeare back..'It's everything brother.' (Ok I took liberty. Hey that's what fans are for...)

Although people may revolt my choice and quip that I am not keeping my mind open but according to me the most suave and drool-worthy (ok that’s bit gay…I get it) Bond ever to grace the screen and MI-6. Yes I am talking about Pierce Brosnan, the most Bond-ish Bond ever to don the suit. He carried the character with oodles of character and came close the most to the real MI-6 agent on whom most of Ian Fleming’s stories are based. He celebrates his birthday today and boy he grows a charmer by a day, I must say.

Born on !6^th May 1953 this actor producer and environmentalist has acted in several Bond movies like Live and Let Die, Die another day, and was applauded as the worthy successor of another Bond Roger Moore.

Beside he has also dazzled the screen with innumerable films like A Thomas Crown Affair, Mamma Mia and Mars Attack. He has his own video game and lent his voice in an episode of The Simpsons.

His latest feature appears to be alongside Morgan Freeman in Charlotte Doyle and he has been awarded honorary patronage in Dublin University.

 He was also heard commenting on his fellow Bond Daniel Craig, as he is reserving high hopes for Craig and  is indeed a good actor and a good Bond on screen (although I beg to differ, circumstantially)

But nevertheless this great man will live as Bond in millions of his fan’s hearts and how many number of films he might have done, he will always be the man who need no introduction.

He will always be the man with the introduction “The name’s Bond… James Bond”

Here’s kudos and a draping happy birthday to the super-agent of Silver screen. You will always be in my Golden-eye (It was his first Bond film by the way..)

Happy reading guys. Bye.

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Whacky thoughts

Yet again the dreadful day approaches. A very sad and cursed day for engineers indeed. The exams are approaching, the final semester exams, and I haven’t (as usual) not prepared. Amidst loads of hair-tearing and flesh ripping moments of clearly determining the syllabus my all-time-whacky-thoughts-walla mind brings it up that why don’t I cheat in the exams (which, I swear I don’t do because of fear of getting caught) in an innovative way like taking technological help as Google glass or new apple watch or using the pen filled with nimbu juice (just imagine what must be inside my mind) and a small light fit at the end of it. I could write everything on the desk and no one would notice and while I write the answers I could simply copy from the desk by reading it under that light. Crazy ideas but the main problem that still remains is I haven’t studied and as of now I am as empty as the movie plex and theaters on a day when Tushar Kapoor’s movie is going on (Ha…ha...ha…ha..).

 And while people think that we don’t need to study to pass, we are just lafange and velles cahooting around the city, drinking and watching girls and wasting parent’s money; I must point out that those all are..er true… BUT you must not forget that we are the innovators of tomorrow building the society and taking India to the world and representing the youth world with our brilliance (don’t laugh, here I am just not talking about myself; some of us really are brilliant). We are the ones who create on which the world dwells and if you are shrouding your astonishment just look around. Beyond the broken setu and the red betel juice marks in the walls you can see the marvels we have engaged our minds into.

Yes I know most were made by the British but engineers alright. We keep doing things that go unnoticed and just when little bit velle-panti is out in the world you put it as MMS scandal and stain us blue. So next time you see an engineer puffing something mysterious or drinking like a fish (how much do fish drink that we give this proverb?) believe me it’s for the future of this country otherwise why didn’t we go for politics. Life could’ve been colorful for us. But no, we chose this life of no mercy to show the world that if someone gives us a lever and a resting place we can really move the earth (Archimedes quoted that right? Must’ve read it somewhere, otherwise such a good dialogue…). So don’t tell we are a waste and need to study more to bring change to the society because we are what we are and we will bring the change. But of course to pass we need to study which brings me back to the question that’s been fiddling with my mind what should I do? I haven’t studied at all. Oh good lord this wretched life. Gotta go. Bye. Happy reading.

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One heck of a day.

 Hello folks. It is not often that two legendary film makers share their birthdays together and both have been instrumental in coloring the canvas they have worked on. If one has shown how brilliance can be brought to reel the other have shown that reel can really be the real.

I am talking about the master creators of dreams Mrinal Sen and George Lucas. Both the film-makers have influenced me and millions of fans into taking the journey of sheer brilliance and epitome of … only what can be described beyond the imagination cinematic experience. Tell me who wouldn’t be impelled by Punascha or Padatik. Regarded by many as Sen’s greatest film, Bhuvan Shome (Mr. Shome, 1969) starred renowned Indian actor Utpal Dutt as a lonely bureaucrat who encounters the wife of a ticket collector accused of taking bribes. The film’s use of improvisation and sardonic humour and its naturalistic depiction of rural India established it as a landmark of Indian cinema. Sen, born May 14, 1923, East Bengal, used a range of aesthetic styles to explore the social and political realities of his homeland. He also won the National award for Best Film four times. His films were screened in a number of International film festivals and also won several awards. He has served as a jury member at the Cannes International Film Festival. He was really the pioneer of new age cinema he had equal admiration for the works of his contemporaries Satyajit Ray and Ritwick Ghatak. And he still, at the age of 90 awes us.

        

George Walton Lucas, Jr born on May 14, 1944 at age 69 is an American film producer, screenwriter, director, and entrepreneur. He founded Lucasfilm Limited and led the company as chairman and chief executive before selling it to The Walt Disney Company on October 30, 2012. Writer director and master creator of the Star Wars and Indiana Jones series set new standards for sophistication in film visuals and sound. He made his mark under the able guidance of Francis Ford Coppola and went on to create the fictional sensation that took the world by a tide of fantasy. The Star Wars series was his mind-work and also he started the Indiana Jones series that featured the charismatic Harrison Ford as an archeologist. It also included the shares and interest of his good friend Stephen Spielberg. He is undoubtedly one of America’s most famous film-makers who defined sci-fi genre in his own term.

Kudos to the two pioneers of new-age cinema for giving us those goosebumps moments and sharing with us the figment of their brilliance. Happy B’day.

Psst: It’s also the b’day of Cate Blanchett and Sophia Coppola who are extremely talented movie-persons having earned accolades all over the world. Also sharing todays bday with them is Mark Zuckerburg who needs no introduction (and hell I didn’t give one too).

I guess the title suggests the day.

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Character dissection-Benedict Cumberbatch

“It’s elementary, my dear Watson.” If asked about this dialogue we all would shout the name of the famous deerstalker clad character ever produced in history. But if your answer is Sherlock Holmes, you would definitely get 4 out of 5. Many Conan Doyle fans will be enraged at this comment of mine but I mean no disregard. Since its inception the BBC series of the modern adaptation of this epic saga has created ripples and news over the media and hearts of thousand fans for its uncanny take on this much adapted detective series.

Towed with the archenemy of the era James Moriarty played by an endowed Andrew Scott and Sherlock’s best friend and assistant Dr. Watson played by a frivolous Martin Freeman, this show has changed the way the snobby detective was ever presented before the world. But the man of the show is definitely Benedict Cumberbatch; who for his certain Brit accent and so-sharp-it-will-cut-you delivery has become synonymous with the character, sometimes overlapping its aura so much so that even after playing promising roles in Oscar winning and critically acclaimed movies like Warhorse and Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy; Sherlock fittingly suits as his alter ego.

Benedict seems to have sprayed some sort of cool psychosis into the character, delivering dialogues with super speed and clear cut Brit accent altogether remaining stoic representing a psychopath or as he corrects an officer in the show “Sociopath, not Psychopath. At least get your facts right.” It does not matter that a film series dedicated to this mastermind is being played at this same time frame under the able directions of Guy Ritchie and Robert Downey Jr. plays the role of the sleuth here. Although I dare not talk about his charismatic attitude and delivery of dialogues; Cumberbatch seems to have swept all accolades for his tongue-in-cheek dialogues and ‘Bassoony baritone’ as 11thMay edition of t2, The Telegraph puts it.

His latest foray into films released just in the theaters; Star Trek Into Darkness. Although I am not much into the Star franchisees  but his role as rogue officer Harrison is, one hears, garnering interests and works wonderfully in the film. He has shaped up himself too to fit in those latex suits.

The 3^rd edition of the TV series is being shot now and we all are (and I speak for all the Cumber-boys and Cumber-babes) waiting the moment when he explains to Watson what was his escape route in the last edition. Interestingly the film version too ended on a pretty same note though here we all know how Holmes saved himself.

 I do hope he does some meatier roles and then there is Sherlock indeed. That’s for today. Will be back with some more characters that stood out in TV or films. Till then happy reading. Heil Benedict

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Ma, Ammi, Mother-Different Religion, One God

I never have been able to emote to surroundings very well. To respond as someone wants or the person standing opposite desires or deserves has never been my credibility; to be precise emote correctly. That's of course utterly my opinion and though many people tells me I am good at my expressions but I have felt, and in lot many occasion, that I should indeed have expressed my views or comments differently or in certain cases should have expressed it. You are certainly puzzled by my sudden remorseful and self-loathing post, wondering the cause of it. well here it is..
It came to my notice today 12th May 2013, yes on Mother's day, when whole world is celebrating their greatest gift of their life, that I have; even after spending 21 springs and summers on this earth that I have failed to do so. And failed miserably. I never praised my mother for all that she did, neither thanked nor took note of it and gorged on those as they came taking them for granted. As if she is entitled to do so.
I blame myself not for it(well not completely). I never have been, as I said earlier, able to express proficiently as the decorum commands. Never cried in situations that deserved a tear like some death in the family, great movie moments, school or college farewell or parting away of dear ones. Overlooked someone's achievement(with no due fault of mine) nor support to needed level till the person broken or damaged gets composure.
But that's a different topic. What I want to say is I find some times difficult to convey this messages as they sound cliche and not done before I find it somewhat troubling to face the situation escaping them and making them worse. So as my mother is unaware of this little(I guess I elongated it) message I express my sincere gratitude to my mother who juggled (and still is) her teaching profession and home(that's a profession in itself)  
and yet managed to somehow make a person of me, whatever I am today, placing me in a respectable position and when I am able walk the distance alone refusing to abandon me. Being at my back beside or in front when ever needed, she has been what I never deserved I guess. A perfect mom. Even when I am more than 600miles away from home trying to make something of me, and I forget to call her, she never fails with all her school affairs. And still I guess I will never be able to say it infront of her How much I miss her and love her, need her and try ( 600 miles sometimes gets between us) to hug her. But I fail some times to do all that she deserves. But she seldom makes that a point.
So I take the excuse of this day to give her a due note of thanks for al that she has done. For all that she has been. And every thing she tried, just for the sake of me.
Happy Mother's Day, Ma.

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A nice little surprise:

OK something great and out of the blue happened today. I was listening to radio on my phone. As usual the 107.8 bandwidth Power FM. The show going on was Power home-free with Rj Rohan. And for non-listeners they have  a contest in the show going on called Power Trick-tionary; where they ask a meaning of a word and the callers call in to give the answer. Now although the word asked was an easy one, omnipotent the real trick lies elsewhere. The caller, to get selected, would have to be the lucky 8th caller. And frankly I was taken aback when Rj Rohan took my call (What are the odds of that happening!!) because I haven't tried before though I have been listening to Power FM for years now. So it felt great answering before the whole Kolkata and hearing my name on live radio show. Given that I am an engineer and living my life is a slim option to us and having pretty much losing on every frontier of life it seems a great achievement and I will celebrate it.
And from next time I am going to call on all the contests in these shows featured in Power FM. Did I hear you laughing thinking I am dolt gone loco. Ok next time I win don't go green. #keepingmyfingerscrossed.
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Till then happy reading.

Filmy Friday- Go Goa Gone

Although Bollywood has opened up for experimental films, it is not because of just the out-of-the-box idea that a film would gather audience. Rather how the film-makers utilize that concept to make a genuine and true to itself movie is what draws large crowds as we have seen in movies from recent pasts like Vicky Donor. Go Goa Gone is nothing like that. I hate to be spoiler so I will reveal the story line so that you can save yourself. The plot goes as such that three friends Luv, a candid Vir Das; Hardik, a futile Kunal Khemu and Bunny, a somewhat comical Anand Tiwari take an escape from their messed up life(though not much messed up as the film); which turns out to be Bunny’s office trip, to Goa.  Here, as Hardik tries one girl after another Luv meets a new girl Luna, who is actually his Facebook friend. An easy on the eye Pooja Gupta tries hard but in the end it doesn’t even matter. They all go to a rave party, at an island, thrown by a Russian gangster, Boris (Guess who?!!). None other than our desi James Bond Saif Ali Khan.  At the stroke of midnight much like a fairy godmother comes two bizarrely caped and hooded guys with a plate of drugs that’s so costly that none of the three friends could afford it. Later it seems they are saved by their poverty as the drug turned everyone into a zombie (don’t fret, our Pataudi saab has an explanation for that too). So what do they do, they run in the midst of woods and hullabaloo only to come back half away because Luv thinks Luna is trapped in a cottage (just imagine). So they go back, rescue her and run again but now is surrounded by zombies just when Boris (Saif keeps pronouncing it as Baris, god knows why) enters with a cheesy line “I keel Dead Peepal” shooting zombies in the head. The more crap I explain the more will come much like the Zombies in the movie. Bunny successfully halts the zombies by the end by throwing cocaine at them; his explanation two drugs meet to create an anti-effect (God help me). In short they escape the island after some more crap, with the help of some crappy ideas to land on Goa. But it seems that the mainland is equally massacred by guess who? Yes zombies and the five wield guns again signaling a sequel to the movie (to my horror). The occasional comedy barred, the whole plot was inept. Saif Ali Khan, who it seems has taken the responsibility of his sister’s boyfriend Kunal’s career so that Kunal can marry his sister, is better off without a gun in his hand (his last outing as a secret agent was a wholesome dud). The entry was paltry as was his accent. Much later in the film it comes out he is from Delhi trying to be a Russian (Oh God! Why?!). Kunal Khemu seems like trying to outdo Tushar Kapoor in bland acting (no sorry Tushar is still good at that) but anyways Kunal’s role was below par. The expected grittiness was lost in every scene as smoke from Boris’s cigar.

Now let’s come to positive side (Yes surprisingly there is) of the film. First, kudos to the directors for bringing such a concept to Bollywood that could become a trend. And the music (though only shown in parts) Sachin-Jigar duo really sealed it with their composition.  Do check out Khooni Monday and Babaji ki buti if you haven’t in case. All in all the film was one and a half star in five from me and though it was zom-com it seemed to be more zombies and less comedy.

If you still have nothing to do just like me then do check out and after you come out of the theatre cursing (hoping we would be like minded on his one) don’t tell me didn’t warn you. Till then happy reading

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Cannes Calling:

With the buzz hitting high notes at the one of the biggest gala the world awaits with seized breath; Cannes at France is going to present to you its sumptuous spread of fashion and films at their newest edition of bling called The Festival De Cannes. The last year’s poster featured Monroe celebrating the 65^th year of the Cannes Festival. Here’s the latest and the last year’s poster for the Festival.

   

To be held from 15^th May to 26^th May and hosted by the graceful Audrey Tautou; this 66^th edition of Cannes festival also marks the 100 years of Indian cinema and has asked India to be its guest country. The Festival will also open with Baz Luhrmann’s epic remake of The Great Gatsby which interestingly has a cameo from none other than our Big B. Playing the role of Meyer Wolfsheim, he really steals the show.  We sure would love to catch it in theaters.

 Also to be noted is this years’ jury line-up that not only features Ang Lee and is presided over by Spielberg but gracing the panel is our very own Vidya Balan. Here is a link to the extended jury list. http://www.festival-cannes.fr/en/archives/juryLongFilm.html.

Also to be played at the festival is Bombay Talkies by four very talented directors of Bollywood. Do check all the films that are being shown in different categories. Satyajit Ray also features in this list with his masterpiece Lonely Wife. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2013_Cannes_Film_Festival.

But the highlight of this event is the fashion of the stars about to set the Red carpet on fire with their garb and get-up ranging from pret to couture and grace full to skimpy and peek-a-boos along with their clutches and minaudieres. And gowns. Lots of gowns; for the female stars attending the gala. I would definitely look for Vidya Balan, Audrey Tautou, our very own Sonam Kapoor, and Aishwarya Rai Bachhan who has been sizzling the Red Carpet every year. Also Emma Watson, Eva Longoria, Angelina Jolie (well actually Brangelina will both rock it, we all know for sure), Anne Hathaway; the list goes on. Remember Cheryl Cole’s last year’s fiasco over the flowing white-red gown (She looked like a mermaid chicken!) while the tulle skirt by Gucci premiers made hottie Salma Hayek gorgeous. The slits will again prevail in this festival and if worn correctly brings out the dashing side of someone even in classiest gowns or skirts like Angelina Jolie (pic). We do heart Diana Krugers’ dressing sense (or her stylist’s). Gracing in this pic in Christian Dior Haute Couture.

     

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But let’s not forget the knights who dazzled in last year’s Cannes Festival. Let’s check out who became a prince and who a pauper.  According to today’s t2, The Telegraph edition Justin Timberlake, Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon and Ryan Gosling are the drool worthy celebs demanding a check-out. Well I can’t argue.

  

Looking dapper at the premier of The Great Gatsby, this co-star of our Big-B really knows how to don a suit. So does Pitt present at the last year Red Carpet for the premier of ‘Killing them softly’. Really he does. And on picture is Mads Mikkelson(Le Chiffre of Casino Royale) winning the best actor award at Cannes 2012.

That’s all for today. Hope you enjoyed this special Cannes edition. Remember to follow the Festival and let me know what you liked or didn’t. Keep in touch. Happy Reading.

Some thoughts...

Hello! everybody. As I woke up today I was thinking what to write, whether to share some trivia, discuss some of my interests or babble about myself. But as soon as my eyes fell on the morning newspaper something rather someone inside me urged me to voice the thoughts. The headline and the following news that caught my eyes were of a rally held by a certain political party (since when did I learn this diplomatic shit!), anyways, at a busy connector on a weekday evening protesting against or raising the voice for something may be. The fact that I pondered upon was that it was a complete choke-a-block on that busy street and commuters returning from office or daily business were totally on a standstill. And the sad news is it wasn't the first one and surely, going by the trend, not the last one. Although I am swear-by-the-jhandas apolitical, what irked me was the reluctance of the party, the local leaders or the police in acknowledging or addressing the issue that has tormented the common people who are the grass-root level of any society or the nation. The very people The Constitution refers to as for the people,for the people and by the people. Excuse any fault or fallacy of mine while I try to bring out the real motive of my article by quoting the great book(and I do hope I quoted it well). I just can't think up-till which time this mockery of power will go on. Bengal, it seems, has become the battle ground of vengeance, stuck between the age old egotistical battle for the the elixir of power. The Chair. The Utopian change that Bengal seeks are, surprisingly the most basic fundamental rights like the food for the hungry, education for the new and growing generation,jobs for the deserving, drinkable water for the thirsty(Yes that's quite a requirement in Bengal, if you think I am exaggerating). Instead it's the meeting, protests and rallies in the busiest links of Kolkata that is tuning glum with grey smoke from city of joy everyday. The mics disturb the ailing and the old, the re-routing makes it difficult for the  people, the crowd holds ambulances with the ill. And to top that the summer heat. Is this the change we want every day or is this the news we need every morning? It seems like it's not someone's decision to change something; rather the people, all of them need to think alike to change. Or should I say 'for paribartan'. 

Do let me know how was the article? comment on your opinions. Will be back tomorrow. Till then, happy reading...

A new beginning

After a decade of rigorous honing of my skill at irritating people, it dawned on me that I should go online to have a huge reader base with whom I could share my wacky ideas and quirky humour sense that has for, as I mentioned earlier, a decade boggled the minds of my friends and colleagues, juniors and acquaintances and in some cases complete strangers. So here I am, on a sultry Tuesday afternoon of 7th May 2013; to inflict my ideas on the world. So any of you who are going to follow my blog posts(and chances of that are very slim) i hope not to disappoint you with all the things that I promised earlier. Along with that I will also try to invest opinions on my interests like movies,travel,food, music, fashion, books etc. So if you have any opinion on what to write on this blog or not to write; please keep it to yourself. My blog, henceforth I shall misuse it at my free will. Just kidding guys. Do share your opinions and send me your feed-backs and above all read and invite to read this space;Junkyard of Thoughts, for umpteen information and fun.And do catch me at Twitter @IndrajitMoitra,my email address is: indra765@gmail.com and on Google+. Happy reading.