I'm dreaming out loud...

Rangeen Parinde, featuring Johnny Ibrahim, Boxer Bhai and Brothers - episode 2 - the curious incident of umm.. something in the night time...

2010-11-01T01:10:00.000+05:30

So we reached Pune, got down from the bus, and promptly had an incident with a rickshaw, turned out he had turned the meter on before he took us, luckily Roochay, having lived in Pune, was wary and checked the meter. We promptly got down midway and took another rick.

Reached sanchit's place, i think the incident of the 'keys' happened here (am a bit hazy, roochay might remember - he confirms, it didnt happen here, it happened on The Return). Mihir, arpit and nakul too arrive. We borrow lots of stuff from Sanchit before setting out. I think the scene was kinda like whatever we laid our eyes on and would be cool to take along we took. Sanchit might have a full list i guess (i think roochay even took a bandana for some reason). He must've feared for the safety of his beloved camera, i think we did ask him in a mock-serious tone for it.

And oh yeah, the problem of the passport, well ya, you guessed it, Sanchit graciously agreed to give his passport as collateral, (maybe in return for not taking his camera, :D) not knowing his passport would have to endure a 'Behind Enemy Lines' kinda story later on...
Well the car (ford ikon) comes, we leave around two, eat like havent eaten in years at an unassuming joint (before the Satara highway i think). If someone would have seen the empty plates and bottles that we had left at that place, he would have been forgiven for thinking that roughly 15 absolutely famished ravenous (refugees?) had attacked the place.

So, having had our fill, we finally leave, thinking we would take around (6-7) hours to reach as it was about 450 odd kilometers from pune. Oh how wrong we were... (sanchit had told us it would take longer so we should leave early, but i think we just thought it was a ploy to get rid of us so that we wouldnt steal any more of his things)... Anyway, the drive was awesome - full music, amazing conversation, awesome scenic view...

Then night came, we asked for directions, and a man, who looked like morgan freeman, assures us that we will not be able to find our way through kolhapur and will get stuck, so generously (if you count 100 bucks as generous) offers to ride with us, guide us forlorn travellers, so that we cross kolhapur without getting stuck.
After a discussion the motion was carried with a ratio of 4 to 1 i think... and that 'kaka' jumped in with us at the back, guided us across twisted ways, whether deliberately to make us realize how lucky we were to have him with us or not i dont know, but he led us through the city, we let him out and then we were on our way...

The drives at night are especially beautiful, this beauty was specially shown by nakul by turning the headlights off, you see he didn't us want to miss a single part of the beauty, the pure awesomeness and the adrenaline rush that you get from the dread and fear that comes with the realization that you are going at over 100 kmph without headlights and at any moment something big and mean and with wheels could appear in front of you...

We stopped in the middle of nowhere at night and got out of the car. The night was so so beautiful, the heavenly silence, i haven't seen so many stars ever, you could just be there and look at the stars for eternity, lost in thoughts, funny how just looking at the stars makes you go into a different world, totally oblivious to what is going around you, but everything becoming crystal clear for that moment...

Anyway i digress, we realize its getting late, again drive, figure we should be nearby by now. We find a sign saying Tarkali, debate on whether to follow the sign or not, since it led to an offbeat road, away from the main road. We decide to follow it, rejecting the notions of some horror movie scenario, where some undead might have planted the sign to lead unsuspecting people down to their doom or something...

Well the night was dark, roochay was spooked, the road got progressively worse, the night got darker (if that were possible), roochay got more and more spooked (yes this is definitely possible), nakul was driving. And suddenly there's a loud 'thump'! Something hit the car... did we hit some animal, run over a dead body (the undead who had planted the sign), run over some guy 'i know what you did last summer' types, or was it just some harmless bush, well we had no idea and we weren't going to stop to find out, coz it was definitely something...
'the curious incident of something in the night-time'
... so roochay gets more spooked and tries to scare everyone else, we seem lost, and there's no one around to ask for directions. We keep driving, finally see a hut, with a dim light, 'someone' (who has been named previously but has since protested against the 'allegations') is too scared to go ask for directions, finally arpit goes with him, asks directions, turns out we should have taken the main road, but this road is also okay, just a bit long and rough and umm... scary... Still haven't figured out the mystery of the signboard though...

We rumble on, reach there late around 1 in the night, realize we had made no reservations, cue we frantically calling up all the resorts after getting their numbers from the signboards, turns out everything is full. We drive on, looking wistfully at the parties going on in various cottages. Going to every resort, asking for reservations, we ditched the car, walked on foot. No rooms free anywhere! In the entire freakin place!!

Well the place is like a strait, a narrow piece of land, with resorts, and with sea on either side. Thought we might have to spend the next three days sleeping in the car or on the beach... hmm.. on second thoughts would that have been that bad...well anyway, right at the end, we find a resort, literally and figuratively the last resort, turns out the guy was watchin a movie thats why he was awake, and he had a couple of room to spare!! So we get the rooms, trundle down to the beach, take in more of the beautiful night, the silver moonlight shining on the pristine sand and waves, the sand was so white it glittered even at night.

We sat there for a while, in absolute silence, just the sound of the crashing waves... This silence is so addictive, you crave for such moments when you get back to the real world, the world you want to run away from. It is these moments, which give you the energy to face the world. I think vacations should be made mandatory every couple of months, i guarantee productivity will go up 200%...

We realize its real late, get back to the rooms for some well-deserved-even-though-we-dont-want-to sleep, waiting for the morning to arrive... with all its exciting possibilities!!

2010-07-24T21:51:00.001+05:30

yes yes i know... all waiting for the second episode... but didn't really get time for that.. getting bored.. of everything.. dont know... maybe frustrated... why cant things be like you want them to be.. why cant you get detached when you want to... why cant i understand some people... why do i get bored everywhere... you start losing faith in things... in people... in dreams...you so want to make everything right again for someone.. but you are unable to... you so want to believe that things can happen... but you get tired of waiting so much that you become a cynic...

Rangeen Parinde, featuring Johnny Ibrahim, Boxer Bhai and Brothers - episode I

2010-06-23T00:41:00.001+05:30

I still remember the day i walked out of LnT, just walked out. Left office around lunch, caught a bus, went to CCD, spent the entire day reading one of the most amazing books ever written, decided there's more to life than this and never went back. But that story is for an another time.

I guess we all were fed up and wanted a break, so were thinking of a road trip, to reconnect i guess, and a lot of things were happening in everyone's lives, a lot of things needed to be discussed. Lots of places came in contention, then a week before my leaving lnt, roochay mails us about this wonderful place called Tarkarli, in Malvan district, about 540 odd kilometres from Mumbai. The pics looked enticing, wiki and blogs assured us we would not be disappointed. Bags were packed, tickets were booked.

The base was decided as Pune. I left Mysore, early morning on 1st April, with my full boriya bistar, since i planned never to return, had had a real tough time packing. Finally had managed to stuff everything in 4 bags, with about 20-25 books apart from cat material (some of which i had to leave behind), the clothes were stuffed in whatever space that could be found between the books.

With 4 bags, (two on one shoulder, one on the other and one bag suffering the ignominy of being dragged around, i think i actually slowed the traffic down... people nudging each other and pointing at me, must've been my new shoes), caught a bus for Bangalore. That is something i loved there, 24 hour bus service, Volvo, for Mysore-Bangalore, amazingly comfortable, just push back the seat and fall asleep (I have actually been woken up by a conductor once, on one of my weekend sojourns, he said something along the lines of "Aap yahin soyenge ya ghar jaayenge?").

Roochay was late, as usual, and i had to wait for him at Majestic, as the bus stand of Bangalore is known. It is unbelievably huge, a person can easily get lost here, but a good mix of signs and people will usually set you in the right place for the right bus. The intercity bus stand,the part where the buses come from other cities, for some reason, always seemed to me like a graveyard for buses. Not that the buses are old or dilapidated, on the other hand they are among the best in the country, but maybe that image of hundreds of buses at night, lying indiscriminately, gave a feeling of being among prisoners at some concentration camp... (That image was probably captured some late Sunday night, in a dazed state, after the usual heady weekends).

Well Roochay finally turned up, and it turned out that the bus for Pune was waiting for us only. So we were off for Pune at around 1 in afternoon. It was an 17 odd hour journey and to compensate for that we were treated to amazing movies like the Shawshank Redemption, Blood Diamond and Pursuit of Happyness in the bus. Okay okay... they were Atithi Tum Kab Jaoge, 3 idiots and, erm, Chance Pe Dance.

Around evening, Mihir and Arpit left from Surat, Nakul from Baroda. Constant locations updates were being relayed by the troops. As is natural for guys our age, naturally we wanted to drive to Tarkarli by ourselves, without a hired driver, we wanted a road trip, but for some reasons we couldnt get our own cars. But as they say - where there's a Will, there's a Way - and so we met these two brothers, named Will and Way... but then this is not a story about them, maybe some other time... so out came the laptop, reliance netconnect+ and google to the rescue!! Turned out there are only 4 companies in india which provide self driven cars, guess it has not caught on much here, and they were all fully booked! Well, there were a couple of Rolls Royces left... Ahem... But we looked at some other car rentals in Pune and Roochay, as only Roochay can, convinced one car rental fellow to rent out a car to us without a driver. He wanted an outrageous amount as deposit but ultimately Roochay convinced him to settle on a passport as collateral.
But as it turned out we did not have our passports with us, and Nakul, Mihir and Arpit had already left... well we thought we'll figure that out after we reach Pune.

2010-06-17T21:14:00.002+05:30

"Books are like people, when you meet a few amazing ones, the rest of them dont seem worth it... "

They do it with meows...

2010-02-26T19:39:00.005+05:30

"Woke up and went to the kitchen, and found two pairs of eyes staring at me. A menacing growl alerted me to a third presence. I turned around and looked in her eye. She had a sinister look about her, but i couldn't be sure. Hmm..."

"The kittens are very cute and the cat is also trying to endear herself by resorting to acts like meowing sweetly and sitting near me, occasionally brushing, nudging herself closer to me. But i am wary, trying not to fall to her charms, but its proving difficult day by day... "

"I find myself buying milk... not for myself but for her highness and her minions."

"Her looks have become more and more menacing... She has that lordly swagger when she roams in the house."

"Initially i thought we would be adopting them, but i think its the other way round now. She has that smug look about her, about a job well done. Her meows have become more and more patronizing. Her ploys have succeeded it seems... Resistance seems to be futile... Dont know how much longer i can hold out..."

Few days later...
He cradled the kittens in his arms, removed the baby bottle with warm milk and put them to sleep in a specially modified box.
The takeover was complete.

A thought...

2010-02-16T23:59:00.000+05:30

Don’t we need an oprah type show in India…? You can copy all other kinds of sensationalist (s)hit shows but the one show that can really matter you don’t take ‘inspiration’ from… Instead of having all celebrity chat shows cant we have normal people coming up and sharing their inspirational stories..? On primetime. Wouldn't it make a difference to the lives of millions of Indians to hear about inspiring stories of people like them? How 'ordinary' people overcame their addictions, fought against abuse, for their rights... Wouldnt the story of a normal person overcoming cancer, or of a person who doesnt have much to live but is doing what he can to make the world a better place, a woman having courage to speak out against abuse and atrocities... wouldn't this empower people? Wouldn't you want to know why exactly do young people end up joining rogue outfits like the MNS? Get a young recruit on national tv and ask him why... If you get celebrities on your show then instead of asking them their current relationship status ask them about their struggle to get there... jeena isi ka naam hai was pretty good there i think... but we'll probably get another rendition of big boss or is jungle se mujhe bachao...

...

2010-02-16T20:10:00.004+05:30

beauty lies in the eye of the bee holder... am off to catch some bees... maybe my eye will become beautiful...

random stuff

2010-02-15T22:21:00.004+05:30

Someone asked me to come up with a ‘beautiful’ get well soon message for a girl… I said, "wish you a speedy recovery... is it a boy or a girl... what...? you weren't pregnant? oh..."

“how do I know whats a watch and whats a clock?”

"Try wearing it... if you have trouble reading your own handwriting then hang it on the wall... "

effect of job frustration on cat aspirants...

2010-02-15T22:08:00.004+05:30

kirty: why does an odd degree polynomial have odd numbered real roots??

me: because the answer to life, the universe and everything is 42!

kirty: (persisting stiill.. :D) alright..next one...why does every equation of an odd degree has to have a real root atleast?

me: because water is wet.... there are metaphysical and mathematical implications of this.. one of them being that the equation of an odd degree has to have at least one real root..

kirty (getting into it now...): i admire u now...next one...why all continuous functions are not always differentiable

me: coz of the butterfly effect... even a small value in the initial conditions can lead to abrupt and large cumulative changes in the differentiability of a function...

kirty: i am stoned now!

me: why... did medusa look at you??

kirty: well in that case i would have done a perseus

me: well played!

kirty: can ya find the mid point of a line segment without using a scale...only allowed instrument is a compass and a pencil(if it qualifies as an instrument)

me: yes...! :P

Best opening lines to a girl...

2010-02-14T11:19:00.003+05:30

pandey: "would you like to armwrestle with me?"

kirty (one amazing guy... we have 'resonance'... once we went crazy over 'rings' ha ha... remember kirty??): "what colour are your eyes?"

me: "eeeeeeeek! there is a big hairy thing on your head!!!" "oh.. that IS your hair..."

kirty: "oh maaa god...ya remind me of my 1st girl friend...my count is zero as yet"

navdeep (our sardar ) : "I think u need a shave"

kirty: "well pandey is my friend!!"

pandey: "I am the pandey u have heard about"

me: "have you heard about pandey?? well i haven't!"

sample of the craziness

2010-02-14T10:45:00.002+05:30

background: the forum had gone quiet for an hour or so... which is so unusual an occurrence that you have a better chance of seeing raj/bal thackeray giving zardari a hug...

gaurav anand (aka pandey which he hates being called that but obviously we still call him that): where is navdeep and malviya????????
kahan ho sab ke sab..................

ameya (our saviour in mumbai... what would we have done without him and his car :) ) :

Laambi Judaaaiiii
.....saaat dino kaaa.....pyaaar ho rabba....badi

pandey: dil hoom hoom kare khabraye
dil hoom hoom kare darr jaye

me (abhi... my intro would fill pages n pages... dwarfing the lord of the rings series so i guess i'll leave that for now):
vaise that manisha koirala nana patekar wali khamoshi was coming on tv a
couple of days back...

(dont ask why i said this... the reasoning involves the basics of string theory and quantum tunneling)

pandey: after such a log gap all you can come up with is this!!!!!!
genius :P
(see...? my genius gets recognized so quickly..!)

me:
well... yeah... :D

meetu (what to say about this gal... she has a great talent for writing poems... and i always tell her that she has a creative bent of mind... and i just have a bent mind):
the best way to forget all ur worries is to wear tight shoes :P

me: but what about the new worry about our feet then?

meetu: i feel like pulling my hair..or perhaps urs..

me: haven't had a haircut in... i think.. one and a half month or so.. so yea.. you can pull mine too..

meetu: abhi..dont provoke me..i might ask vidya to do the task for me..

me: i know you wont... ;) you are way too kind... generous... benevolent...

meetu: n sensible too..to sense ur ways of saving urself :P

me: hehe.. yeah.. and intuitive...

meetu: ya..sixth sense is the only developed sense i have other than nonsense..
does this line make any sense???

me: yeah... many times there is sense in our nonsense... but some times we lack the sense to sense it... :)

pandey: its tough to sense so much of nonsense when i am in my sense so sensefully i am turning into nonsense...
(probably the best of the lot...!)

end of an era?

2010-02-14T10:19:00.002+05:30

One thing that really broke my heart over the past few days was the apparent demise of the forum. People getting caught... both literally(by those pesky IT services) and figuratively (caught in work). This was the only thing that kept me going... an outlet for my frustration... a refusal to grow up... is it a coincidence that this demise has coincided with my increasing frustration and restlessness to quit? maybe... maybe not... but definitely a contributing factor. I used to tell my friends so proudly that i breached the 550 mail barrier in my inbox today... some days it even touched 600. Those quizzes... pulling each others legs... those discussions on weird topics... that sarcasm... witty comments... basically going crazy and having fun in the process... i dont think any one else any where else was a part of something like this... something special that we shared... the only thing that motivated me to come to the company in the morning... met some really amazing people... ppl with amazing talent...

yea its plagiarized.. but its good...

2010-02-14T10:13:00.003+05:30

Things learnt from the internet

You want it, you can find it online.

If you don’t want it, you can also find it online.

It might take a while.

Sometimes the hunt is half the fun.

Everyone has a website. Grandfathers, mothers and babies. Everyone.

At some point, Google became a verb.

The difference between web surfing with IE and Firefox is the difference between body armor and a trendy cotton vest.

If it sounds to good to be true, it probably is.

The Internet is the geeks playground. Here, we rule.

Not that you would ever need to know the dietary habits of the South American anteater, but it’s comforting to know you could find it online if you did.

When in doubt, Wikipedia.

Explaining the Internet to someone who’s never been online, is like explaining the Magna Carta to your cat.

Almost everything of substance can be summed up with a “DUDE! Check this out!’ and a hyperlink.

Some else already said it first. But that doesn’t mean it won’t be said again, and again…

There is no such thing as ’sufficient bandwidth’.

There’s always something new.

You can never go back once you’ve tried it.

2010-02-14T10:07:00.000+05:30

"Theres been an early breakthrough in the Togo team bus attack.
With over 500 shots fired and only 3 on target, the police have arrested Nani."

2009-07-25T23:19:00.002+05:30

Have you ever had a feeling that you just want to go out and pick a fight with a random person... wishing that someone gives you sufficient cause to beat the crap out of him...

2009-07-14T22:33:00.001+05:30

Someone asked, "kem chho?"
I replied,"umm... dunno... to make the world a better place?"

Query solved...

2009-07-14T21:25:00.003+05:30

You know how they announce the train arrivals at stations - "x train ki platform no. 2 par 2 baj kar 40 minute par aane ki sambhavna hai...". The other day i was to catch howrah ahmedabad train which was to come at platform no. 1 at 1:40 in the night. And they started announcing "something something jaane wali howrah ahmedabad ki platform number ek par aane ki sambhavna hai" and i started wondering why do they say sambhavna hai? Its like it may or may not come, we are not sure but there is a distinct possibility that your train might come on the mentioned platform, but if i were you i wouldnt bet my life savings (come to think of it... i dont have any life savings worth speaking of so it wont matter if i did put it on some train arriving on the correct platform or the time... hmm... i think betting should be legalised.)

And then the heartless lady who keeps doing the announcements with no respect for the feelings or sentiments of the commuters said,"something something jaane wali howrah ahmedabad ki platform number do par aane ki sambhavna hai",15 minutes before the train was due to arrive. Did i mention the train was one and a half hour late? Cue me running with a couple of heavy bags along the stairs to platform 2. And i had an idea where the AC bogies would come so i'm standing there but nooooo a coolie comes and says that the AC bogies would come in the entirely opposite direction and who am i to argue with a coolie so i went in that direction (i know you know whats gonna happen but bear with me) and then i see the train coming... on platform no. 3!!! (and yea it turned out i was right and i had to run all the way to my coach in the opposite direction again.)

And whoever who says that howrah express is a superfast should be made to travel in it... end to end... in AC two tier (which has to be the most boring)... in a corner seat... with the only charging point in the entire coach(so ppl continually come and bug you)... with a frosted window... twice a week... till he repents...

Flawed process?

2009-04-30T11:25:00.003+05:30

We should be allowed to vote twice... once for the local leaders then another vote for whom we want as the prime minister. What if i want a person of one party in state and a person of another party as the prime minister? What is good for the state and for the nation may be entirely different. We need more power...

Is this a question?

2009-04-29T16:35:00.002+05:30

Is this a question?

(a) naaah... nope... not really... ahun... dont think so... nada...
(b) yep... seems like it... certainly has the makings of a good, decent, respectable question which the society would be proud of...
(c) the answer is the question itself
(d) the question is the answer itself
(e) this is a questionable answer if that is an answerable question

random stuff...

2009-04-28T22:36:00.004+05:30

A statement i read in nick miller's article - "... as they say a buttefly flapping its wings in tokyo will make cristiano ronaldo fall over in manchester." Hilarious... Made me actually laugh... even though i'm a red devils fan...

The obvious laws of the really obvious

2009-04-28T21:34:00.003+05:30

Some of the laws composed in this Prep Leave:

abhi's law of the really obvious - " The rate of studying is directly proportional to the quality of the zerox."

And...

"A survey of one during PL showed that the mind is at its creative best when a book of haykin is put before it."

urvashi's correction : "The mind is at its creative best when any damn engineering book is put before it."

rucha's law of the really really obvious - " The speed of studying is inversely proportional to the creative imagination of one's mind."

rucha's law of the insanely obvious that your mind boggles at its obviousness and even the statement "This statement is not funny you know... not even a teensy weensy bit humorous though it could bring a smile at your face... thinking about the pathetic attempt to be amusing... the pressure gets to you you know." cries before it and wishes that it was this obvious - "The speed and quality of studying is directly proportional to the number of exams left."

And to all my fans in the star system of Betelguese - "Hi there!!"

Interesting probability problem

2009-04-27T10:11:00.003+05:30

Everyone says 'jaago' and vote do... but if i don't know who is the right candidate... or is there a right candidate even?? So what will be BETTER? if i DO vote randomly i could vote for the right person if there is a right person or i could vote for a wrong person unknowingly and the right person could be affected... or i DON'T vote so if there is a right candidate he wont get a vote... and if there are no right candidates it wont make a difference either way...

Finally...

2008-12-04T22:48:00.002+05:30

Finally... as my angel would say... :)
Here is a movie review... well not a review in conventional sense... i wrote when i was under a deadline to write an article for the souvenir of our college fest- Paramarsh (too many memories... will come to it some time)

AAP KA SUROOR - rewritten.. my style...

Summoned with the task of writing a review for the movie aap ka suroor.. i made the necessary culinary arrangements.. namely packets of chips, cola... and a bottle of aspirin...
The film begins with a song... which was a runaway hit... with the masses that is.. but it had mercifully good background images...
By the very first song i had found out... after unsuccessfully trying it out with a pillow.. but after about 2kgs of cotton wool in each ear... himesh aint that bad a singer.... Really... The music is quite good you find... Also the passion with which he sings.. and the attitude that he flaunts is quite entertaining... I think this method should be propagated.. for all himesss haters... his songs are quite entertaining and make for nice VIEWING... just make it karaoke...
But i digress... Though for some reason.. the chief of police in all major cities of europe and the states.. where coincidentally indian movies are shot... are indians... This is a hallmark of the progress made by indians... Since they are so adept at keeping the law and order in our country they are the most sought after outside it seems...
Oh wait.. the movie.. himesh redeems himself somewhat by making a joke on himself...

And the oil industry must've made a fortune on the movie... looking at the copious amounts by which himesh plasters down his mane...

Its been 20 minutes since the movie started.. and it seems the movies message is... look at me.. i m the himesh reshammiya.. coolly known as HR... i m having multimillion rupee contracts... still the money hasnt gone to my head... i can very easily take the gun out of an armed german police official to save a (insert age make comment abt vast age difference)girl.. who promptly falls in love with him(bells start ringing and Gayatri mantra starts at this point.. with a very emotional HR)... and Mallika Sherawat doing what she does best... namely "You can call me at any time of the day... OR NIGHT" All the time his sidekick Shravan trying to make jokes...

God!!! yet another song now... lagi lagi... right.. be back after a trip to bathroom... mallika doing her bit for the cosmetics industries... looking at the amount she has put up... and her hair reminding me of Monica of Friends fame... when they went for a holiday in bahamas...

And i get to know that himesh is just 28 yrs old!!!(insert your own joke abt time travel and eternal youth here)

have to resist my laughter everytime they address him as HR...
We are treated to a rendering of himesh songs everytime he gets to meet hansika..
Dont get me wrong... Himesh.. sorry HR is a brilliant actor... What talent... With EVERY dialogue he gets emotional... Misty eyes.. and doing the "swallowing that lump in your throat" act at the rate of 5 per minute.. It takes talent to do that.. And lot of water i guess...
Oh.. and we have German ladies interrupting his date.. for his photo... What fame this man has...
Great yet another song... Its getting funny now... Himesh's misty eyes and hansika's giggling... we are being shown such clips for the umpteenth time now...
And... the same old story... indecent proposals... butterflies in stomach before saying i love you.. and heroines dad not agreeing to the match...
story in flashback btw
Yet another song... Someone actually singing from his throat.. my hopes are up... but no.. wait.. himesh makes a dramatic entry in the song... to India where her dad had taken her for a cousins wedding..
Cut to the scene for confrontation with her dad... he asking him "In aankhon mein riya ke siva kuch dikhayi deta hai kya?"... No himesh... we cant see anything coz your eyes are eternally hidden either by your cap or those tears which are always on tenterhooks... perplexed by the famous Shakespearean.. "To fall or not to fall, that is the question"...
Hurrah... Himesh's tears and cliched dialogue delivery save the day... and Dad agrees..
We are reminded for the twentytwo thousand, three hundred and thirty seventh time that himesh doesnt drink...and he goes on a binge!!! and he does an imitation of Mithun!!!
But wait.. only an hour and 15 minutes have passed.. so the movie cant end can it? So who would have ever guessed that himesh will get involved in a controversy and and Dad plans to marry the heroine off to her "inspite of knowing everything is ready to marry her" childhood friend.. What brilliant original story line..
And.... yet another song... damn the bottles finished... will go get another... the chemist having a field day today...

The film is littered with examples of himesh's nobility,acts of kindness....sniff.. someone hand me my hanky...

Very conveniently excop feroz (raj babbar) comes to vent his pentup rage on HR.. and very conveniently the gun drops down... and surprise of surprises... HR snatches it up... and walks calmly out of the jail holding raj as hostage... And from this we can judge that german snipers arent of good quality... perhaps one of the reasons why they lost the second world war... A history lesson learnt here...

And we get lessons in politeness and courtesy by Mr. Raj Babbar here... Himesh fiddling in the glove compartment and busy in unfolding the map.. so obviously he cant control the gun... But our gentleman Mr. Raj Babbar has the good conduct to continue driving the get away car... And he is an ex cop.. Supposedly...

But its not a fair world... His good behaviour goes unnoticed and is killed by a hired sniper... leaving our beloved HR in more of a mess... but before dying he gives an important piece of information.. that the murder weapon which is a gun is still not found.. and wonder of wonders.. i was the under the impression that the murdered girl was violated and strangled... wonder why the marks on the neck were shown so vividly again and again...
But yes... the hired sniper has the courtesy to keep identifying documents, cards and cell phone with him..
Oh wait.. did i forget to mention... he got no tails on him... just because he is a high profile singer of international fame.. who breaks out of jail with a hostage who is an excop by the way why would the normally efficient german police put a tail on him? No way.. We can handle international scandals easily...
So he uses the cellphone.. calls his best buddy and they all have a joyous reunion... but no... his lady love is being betrothed to someone else(see above).. so what does our hero do...? He brings back his lady love to her dad... who is adamant about not allowing her daughter to marry a murderer.. But hurrah for cliched dialoguesa and the misty eyes... Daddy melts but says 'samaj ke liye mein apna faisla badal nahi sakta.. duniya kya kahegi etc..'
So our hero out to prove his innocence...
And we find out that the gun is in Khurana's safe... Why bother disposing off the murder weapon with your fingerprints on it when you can safely store it for someone else to find out in your safe? Sensible guy..
So they have the keys of the safe.. but not the combination now... But wait... Himeshs keen sense of music saves them now.. In the beginning of the movie Khurana is seen to open his safe in presence of Himesh.. and by the tone of the keys he is able to guess the combination!!! This guy should be in RAW...
They get the gun now... but wait... the bad guy has the heroine now... A meeting is set up for the exchange... The baddie Khurana asking for the gun which our hero Himesh promptly throws into the river... Who would ever imagine the gun that he threw could be a fake one.. not our baddie certainly... The girl goes free...
Happy reunion now... m waiting for a song now... where is it... oh.. here it comes...
no wait... The German police aint so inefficient after all... Breaking up the embracing couple.. himess is sent back in a police car... Its getting exciting now... From out of the blue three autorickshaws appear!!! In Germany!!! One does a 'veeli' and lands on the police car... and how does the police respond?? Yep you guessed i... By haggling with the rickshawallahs.. Himesh looking with his misty eyes all the time... Finally sense dawns and he escapes using a police car... exciting chase sequence... his car doesnt have a single scratch inspite of bumping so many times.. and yes... what a scene... his car is doing backflips now.. one... two.. three... four... gosh.. this car should be entered in Beijing olympics... will get a gold after all these years for sure... Ah.. finally it stops... But where is our hero...? Oh there he is... crawling out from under the car.. which is in quite good condition still.. Any broken arms or legs..? No.. a scratch under the eye is the most he escapes with... The sequence is interspersed with clippings of his gal getting ready for the marriage...
But under the influence of a gun to his face.. the baddie reveals all thinking no one will hear him.. But our enterprising hero HR has recorded the entire thing... He apparently knew that he'd be confronting the baddie and had been carrying a recorder with him all the time..
And by a miracle... probably some German secret technology... the confession is shown on a screen behind them... And hear hear for Daddy greatest... who at the time of doing 'feres' announces "Yeh shaadi nahi ho sakti.. Riya kisi aur ki amaanat hai"...
A rare scene of himesh without his cap.. at the murderered girls tomb...
And for the fitting finale.. how else... with a himesss song...!! Help...
P.S.
For those who didnt get the story from above (about 99.985% of you)
CAST
Famous singer(hero), Evil businessman, Seducing lawyer, Cute event manager(heroine), A wisecracking sidekick, Heroine ke daddy dearest, Murdered victim, Murdered victims dad...
THE STORY...
Girl dies, father cries, hero in jail,flashback,hero singer, in Germany for a promotional tour, sidekick jokes, Meets business man and his lawyer, sidekick jokes, lawyer's unsuccessful attempts at seduction, sidekick jokes, Hero saves girl, sidekick jokes, fall in love, sidekick jokes, dad disagrees,dad agrees, drinking binge,sidekick jokes, murder, hero in jail, dead girls father... is taken hostage by hero, both escape, father dies, reunion, sidekick doesnt joke, dad disagrees, dad agrees but someone called 'samaj' comes in between, marriage continues with "bachpan ka dost", hero arrested, taken in car, antics by superrickshawmen, antics by hero's car, confrontation,german technology, villain confesses,dad agrees,END

All correspondence to be addressed to
The Himesh Reshammiya Institute for Rehabilation of People Mentally Harassed by Certain Music Directors Who Have Somehow Gotten an Idea That They Look Good Romancing Someone Half Their Age and Being Called as HR is cool...
C/o
Association of People Afflicted by Recurring Nightmares of A Guy in a Cap Singing With Nasal Overtures in a Closed Lift