ASHAMED!!!!!!!!!! Again.

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 I truly try to write interesting stuffs. Trust me. Sometimes I do succeed and at other times...well the trying becomes futile not to mention goes without a single views. But nevertheless, my enthusiasm little smitten, I gather up my valor and stroke my keyboard to produce another piece of an article that will tickle your literary sensors in the brains. And like most days I hope less of a quantity and more of a quality viewer who reads and discusses my points' validity.

  So here I am. This is me. There is nowhere I would rather be. o sorry,some guy already took those lines few years back. Anyways, I started my day thinking I would write something funny or light and entertain all of you people but the newspaper ruined my day. Mumbai was the victim in this new found  game of manliness.

  Yes! a RAPE. Strongly condemned but hardly curbed; this menace is like the shrewd vine of a creepy crawling plant engulfing the pride, morality and self respect of the country and society and putting manliness, manhood and male sex into test. Just days back a Bihar police constable, a women, a liberated free independent women was raped and now a journalist in the heart of the most bright city bitten by the rabid vicious threat. Truly not happening. 'And I feel ashamed as the stronger sex.' The very lines I wrote in my Poem "Where the mind is without fear" in protest of the Delhi  rape and murder case of the 23 years??!!! old student. Same age as that of the journalist raped at the last day of her intern; and not even a year gap. You can read the poem in the post of the name 'RIR!! Oh! Unfortunate...' (Read it if you got time. It has received accolades.)

  Yet the only action that takes place are mere words in verbal as well as written form in several social networking sites and in the parliament. While networking sites are being amassed by dolts like me who don't know any other way to protest, the parliament I guess has a way. But still the only thing done is a cross party survey of how many rapes and murders have happened during the governance of the other party. As if a rape less or a two murder short of the last party's tenure is a thing of pride to show off. Disgusting.  So like every responsible youth who are billed as steering of the nation, I let loose my fury on the virtual world while the real gets dented.

 The question is what can we do? The politically neutral guys and girls who just want peace and probably a safer environment are like 'aantels' or the pseudo-mart people who demand utopia. i guess it's a lot to ask. So here I am shitting on this whole new level of technology while real people face real life. I am afraid, to go out now (inspite of being a MAN) and I was ashamed. And I am ashamed. AGAIN.

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That Thing called LOOOVVEE.....

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Hello guys... after along time indeed. my posts are getting infrequent and I say my bad. Because all who you are reading, my viewers are really in for a big and hearty congratulations. You know why? Because  my blog just reached 1000 views. Yes!! and it's counting. So I am very thankful to you guys for supporting my blog and supporting this small endeavor of mine that helped me share my thoughts with the whole world. With you all. Love you.

I am in Kolkata, West Bengal; India. (This is for the foreign viewers and not for my college or school friends who would think am kidding...)Well and I am in my room as the rains washes the city of all the grit and grime. The sky is blueish grey and the leaves of trees fresh green. The whole scenario is rejuvenating. In this situations i.e. when it is raining and you're jobless; I have seen people getting romantic. Yes. Now I am no connoisseur of love. In fact i am very much single but I had experienced a sudden pull, an urge among the love birds to come closer , feel romantic, ooze happiness in this season. I don't know why? Is it because the pitter-patter of the rain drops that provide an interesting background score or the fact that the montage of scenery the atmosphere gifts us; the bright canvass where the colours seems to mix into another, bringing out the vulnerable bond among us, the real elixir of life.

Or is it just that you got nowhere to go in the rains and so the only thing to do is call the other half, if you may. There are contradictions on this theory. Some of my friends say it happens more often than not while some say that rains and love is not connected. Although I have never commented on this debate because I really feel myself inadequate, I think it's better not to end or rather try to end this debate. Because love itself is confusing. Much like a fog or a mist, if you will. The only thing clear is where you are. the place from where you see. Other than that be it anywhere, it is all a blur. Yet all disillusioned and naive persons have been equally eluded by love as has the genius counterparts. Yet not one of them have for centuries, been able to find the DNA that constitutes it. A theory that binds it, a definition that could explain the nature. Above all not one of them have a formula for love, much like an unproven diaspora.

And so for decades and decades like  stupid men who failed trying to fly, bachelors like us fail in the attempt of falling in love. To get engaged and enjoy the elixir of life. That is LOVE.(I like the word elixir by the way. Kinda cool) Anyways I do hope some day someone finds the exact compound to fall in love and I buy it before the government puts heavy tax on it. Till then love will keep me confused and everytime I will try to think of that stupid idea I will only address it as that thing called love.

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Independence, India and I....

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First of all let me wish you a very Happy Independence to you all. Today is the Indian Independence Day. We are celebrating the 67th year of Independence and I am really proud of it.  But a commoner inside me pokes me to my very core with doubts tat I swear by, wouldn't make me any less Indian that I am. I am just curious. I am a free India. But am I truly Independent.

I wake up in the morning, see flags are getting ready to be hoisted and unfurled; photos of great men garlanded and decks playing the patriotic songs. Sweet. but wait... the sick woman, the elderly grandfather who has a high BP or the kid is getting a earful. But can they complain, nope maybe because they have to live in the same area and the local club is not without the muscles and also maybe, MAYBE, the local councilor is a chief guest. So let's forget.

Democracy is not something we chance upon everyday. Although I see people are democratic, I sense a loads of crap in that.  Many people take their voting abilities for democracy, crafted and without much choice as much it is, the voting is just a part of it. We cannot raise a question against a local administrator, a court moves a case filed against a convict, big or small in a very small pace that would put a snail to shame.We get cheated everyday and on basic amenities like auto-rickshaw fare to FMCGs. And hey in turn are fooled by the top order and it's a chain. I see colleges and schools being trundled under the heave of politics, the mere fact that education cannot rule in an educational institute bugs me off.

Then there is the whole lot of fiasco over this being women thing. I mean women were harassed from what, the SATYAYUG, like times and beyond. But now it seems men are trying to be more men than they actually are. Comments to likes to poking and then some actions that really need some deactivate button and deserve a hashtag; it's like social networking made us a whole bunch of nincompoops. Why? Why? If a girl is afraid to come out after a certain hour of the day, if a girl is afraid to go o a certain place that means her Independence is hindered. That makes us , a bountiful citizen of a resourceful nation a failure, zero. And that makes my Independence deprived. It is scoured. Be it anyone from France being harassed at Kolkata or a girl being violated at Delhi. It makes me  less. makes me un-man-ly. I got that right... right?

I mean you can possibly say that no one is without problems and that there are far bigger problems, why don't I shit on that. But the fact is that I would say that being a common man I feel this problem everyday inspite of having a tumblers of personal problems and unfulfilled desires and I don't think that I can say anymore that I want. I don't think I can paint the picture that I wish. No one is ready to offer me that canvas. I cannot shout. I cannot make decisions without being judged and cannot help myself from being judged if I am not making them. I cannot grow up with my knowledge because I am expected to grow up as the others in this holy planet has done. And I can't be a failure and receive that easily all though I say it easily that "FAILURES ARE THE PILLARS OF...wait what?!!!" No that's bull shit.  I don't feel I belongs to Independence. It should be WE-NDIPENDENCE since I cannot make my decisions by we, the people in power make our destiny and wraps our fate. You need to buy a plot of land, donate money to the club. Buying a flat, give money. Your business did good this year, pay the local goon. Else you're a dead meat.

I guess I have freaked you up enough but the fact is we are celebrating something that we achieved 66 years ago and that is of no true importance or self-sustenance ideology. It doesn't exist and I don't see myself a part of this. Maybe after tis I maybe cancelled my citizenship and deported to Guantanamo Bay for my life.  I guess noot a good day for I-Day enthusiasts; but trust me I too like this celebration. but just that, it requires a brush up, according to me. And It is not because India is  a third world clinker. The Rubies and diamonds of first world lobotomies ear also vague on it.

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BOLLYWOOD-A Story UNTOLD!!!! #3

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And here we are at last at the third installment of what has been a phenomenal view post. I thank everyone who have read and shared my idea of the the unsung (anti-) heroes of Bollywood that shares little or no arc-light as it's god-ly counterparts. But nevertheless we never cease to forget them. How can one forget that famous smirking quote "Mona, Darling." or the blood chilling laughter of Gabbar. Immortalized by some of the greatest men who have, as I already said in the first post, graced the silver screen.

yet I would like to end this final installment of the series by saying the lines that are true and important. And ignored also. The villains slithers away with or without even little accolades unlike their protagonist counterparts. They are most of the time kicked, hated abused and resemble little or no screen space or image and to top that he pay sucks, given the amount of sweat their brow engenders. Plus like most of the heroes they don't have versatility. That means they don't get a varied amount of role as the lead actor gets in the movies. A villain is only glorified, as his hero makes him. This instead of delivering hits.

 Although scenarios are changing. Now a days the villains are also considered separate actors and films are being made based on their characters, where they not only receive the punches and kicks stoically but also delivers them. Where, most importantly they get to win.. We have seen movies like Dhoom and prince glorifying thieves and movies like Paan Singh Tomar being made on biopics of dacoits while Dawood Ibrahim, the world's top most wasted villain boasts of a slew of films being made on his name like D-day or Once upon a time in Mumbai and sequel. While villains like Vidyut Jamwal is having a great time having played a villain and a hero in consecutive movies. So it seems that playing the role of villain isn't that bad after all, given that recognition are pouring in for the most critical bad guy.

Thanks for staying with me guys. promise to bring loads of good shit  in the future (that if you're not satisfied with this good shit) and till then enjoy, Junkyard of Thoughts. And as for the unsung heroes of Bollywood; the best is yet to come. Ain't it guys.

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BOLLYWOOD-The Untold STORY #2

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 Some of the characters stay alive after death while some dialogues stay alive even though the characters die.. Readers today as we were discussing about that inseparable aspect of Bollywood that covers few accolades of a success a film faces. Yes the villains. If you have read the last post of my blog feed you will know that we are going to talk about the famous dialogues and the lips that made them famous. (By the way do read the previous installment)

While the Bollywood reminisces the famous "Kitne aadmi the" the evergreen filmi threat, the reply of the erstwhile Sambha, played by actor McMohan is equally a quote to remember " Poore Pachhis Lakh, Sarkdar." It's what made him famous. Just a dialogue and no mention.Negative characters needn't be always villain. The famous dialogue of DON that were made equally remarkable by the BigB as well as King Khan was something to chill your spine with. "Don ka intezar toh Gyara mulko ki police karti hain. Par Don ko pakadna Muskil hi nahi. Na mumkin hain." Wow what a quote. Really made the film. The shady characters that support the protagonist by actually going against them were never considered of any importance other than teasing girls and getting kicked by main hero. It was much late that the antagonistic part was clearly thought of and a large and charming tide of actors swept the silver screen with their mighty voice and enigmatic personality.

Can anyone forget Amrish Puri,as Mocambo, or Amjad Khan the parts he played. The characters are like immortalized in the minds of myriads of fans. The Shakal, toKancha Cheena; and from Ranjit to Gulshan Grover, it was a sparkling side. Yet it took long time before people could actually congratulate them, that iifa could actually nominate them for their contribution. That they were thought a big part of the film. A powerful actor; they were too, nevertheless.

It is so obvious that people will forget the negative shades. After all the stars are out of mind as soon as they are out of sight. So do the villains deserve the shine too of the lime light? And do they get what they deserve? Even after they stop acting. Are they really happy? or the laughs that shimmer in our years are just an exaggeration of their mocking tragic life? Critical;, eh? after all it's BOLLYWOOD. Will answer all the questions on the next post. Stay tuned as the vibrant villains of tinsel town will come before your eyes, to show how talented they are. Plus some more facts to awe you?

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BOLLYWOOD--A Story UNTOLD!!!! #1

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  Indian Cinema just crossed 100 years since it's inception and from the very first time it was enriched with the very filmi flavor that has come to be known as Bollywood-y to whole world. From Raja Harischandra by Dada Saheb Phalke to the latest and ever becoming silver screen fantasies, the coming of the edge films. Everywhere you see there is a stint of a color, palette of joy a song or a dance sequence that changes a mood and brings a smile or a thought. Even though fresh hordes of directors are creating ripples with their own style of cinema but Bollywood is still a small place of films larger than life, laden with  music; a brief period of grandeur beyond; or sometimes with it, reality.

  But I won't talk about it. It is much talked about. Neither I am going to talk about the very stuff that creates the vivid image of Bollywood to all the fans out there. Instead I am going to speak about the less told characters present in every film. The characters that make others shine by shadowing there towering presence or veiling it under their anti-behavior. Yes the villains. The anti-character. The antagonist or the anti hero. Whatever you call it you can never deny the fact that it is the villains that bring spice to the other wise sweet little romance. The sauce to the tastiest snacks. They say, a hero is as big as the villains makes him. So yes they are unarguably the biggest asset of a motion picture, but incidentally they were, and in some cases still now too, being side lined with little or no fame. You can see that Bollywood has transformed itself into the very uber-chic avatar and it has curtailed many cliches that were once a very conjugal part of cinema. The boring dialogues, the stupid boy meets girl story or the hunky dory song and dance routine. The hero essentially need not to be a male protagonist, something unthinkable in the 90s or movies even after that. The normal theology of a damsel in distress saved by a handsome princely looking guy was the very foundation of Bollywood.

  Yet, the new age is breaking and fixing the thought to shape Indian Cinema to fit the  demand of international fans. But still one thing has remained same throughout the Bollywood tag. The villain. The part that always brought hate, wrong messages and bad behavior with them.

  Stay tuned for more as the discussion gets hotter in the next post with some of the hottest personalities who have dazzled the silver screen with their on screen persona..only negative that is. And a lieu of very popular dialogues and lines that rocked the nation and were mouthed by a villain. Don't leave the blog-site. It gets more fun from here.

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Sayonara....BUB!!!!!!!!! WoW WOLVERINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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One man. A cheek full of trimmed beard, claws full of Admantium and attitude full of corny mood. The leather jacket, the macho bie and the look. And you know you have a movie you mustn't miss. Just him. Just a touch to remind you who he is, as he says " I am Wolverine." As he slains the Yashida son. More than one times, over and over. Just one man. It seems one compliments other.In Wolverine:Origins he showed how to handle the whole film on his own shoulder and now how to carry on the legacy on his own clas. Even when  stripped. Yes the Admantium is  chiseled off from his body and what comes out is bony claws. Hugh Jackman shows us, he can never fail.

Those of you haven't seen it , I would ask you to go for Hugh Jackman. His portrayal of the wolverine gets better each day (movie wise that is) He is the integral part of the movie and suffice to say he is the start and end of the movie. The star cast has a very tricky name so I will stick to heir character names. The red haired girl is a great fighter and Mariko  the heiress and grand-daughter of Yashida is a good backup to Wolverine. We get to see Jean few times through Logan's dream. Quite effective cameo she got there. The Yashida son played a quite ruthless character though short lived and the boyfriend of Mariko was very solid actor and he can really claim a ninja title. But it was Yashida, the soldier whom Logan had saved during the atomic bombing, that gave the film a grit and edge. The armor clad menacing act was truly appreciable. Although what struck me totally pointless was the green goblin, Viper. What she intended to do or what she did in the film is yet to dawn. The first half is slow paced and lot of recollection, sweet and bitter memories but after that as the film advances, we get to know why Jackman is Logan and that Logan is always wolverine. Just like Tony Stark had said "You can take the suit out of me. But I would always be Iron Man." (Ok may have replaced few words. Guilty as charged.)

Anyways, The plot should have been a bit fats although the stunts are worth checking out. Especially the bullet train flick. Worth checking twice dude. The locales of Japan are vividly captured and truly nice. Where the bomb was dropped still bears semblance. But there is a catch. After the end credits, there is a slight possibility that you know what is coming up in the next movie. A horde-full of surprises. Check it out man. As Logan claims as he dumps the armour clad Yashida "It seems it is not for goodbye that I came to say. It's Sayonara." Probably something bit different he said but sounded same cheesy.(Guilty again) But truly.The wolverine is a movie can be relished after watch. Oh Hugh what have you made yourself into...BUB.

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