Here is a film which is a true winner , a poverty seller , a lively saga or whatever you want to call it . Movie shows it all from what one turns face and does not look at in real life . Had this not been made , how many wouldn't have come to know the truth lying beneath the fakes . loved it , actually the way it goes & the memory of the boy Jamal , was all awesome , the way his life goes & love enlightening his life at last .That was all in a movie although but one becomes happy as it ends , in short one comes happy outside the theatre . A sure shot story line ,nothing useless , worth watching & a visual delight for the 2 hour long movie . The movie teaches to smile & to believe in destiny (it is written) . Miracles do happen , one has to wait , have patience & do what seems to be right . Film tells many of us that how our life is better than millions living in this world of cruels. Makes one feel happy by heart, watch this one to actually know the value of what we have but not of what we don't .A straight heart touching experience turning us eye to eye to reality . Rahman's music scores top , brings flurries of hope & makes the film even more touching . First golden globes & oscar nominations & now won my heart , the last one is more prestigeous than the former two haha!!!
The show who wants to be a milionaire hosted by Anil Kapoor , an untypical host who doesn't respect the boy Jamal in a way he cracks rotten jokes on boy Jamal , which is undesirable in reality shows .
The interrogation by irfan khan was shown good &the boy narrating his own story was still good . THEY ASKED ME WHATEVER I KNEW :: hOW a slum living boy knows answers to questions whose answers are miserably given by other literates.Everyone watching the show & the host himself suspects Jamal of cheating & fraud . They send him to police custody to speculate the same . The police tortures him , beats & whatever they could , but the boy had a simple reply to there queries ........THEY ASKED ME WHATEVER I KNEW .Thats destiny huh!!!.......................
Cute can be actions , looks ,sayings or anything . I have some real physical definition of what 'cute' is ? with me . Actually she is an angel , a show stopper , an eye catcher beauty , shear beauty in many forms . She is my niece Maryam . Has only turned 9 months two days before yesterday (6Th Jan). She has redefined me 'cute' the word ,in many ways , i mean her every single movement , every expression & everything what babies do reminds me of 'cute' .They simply posses a natural cuteness in them . I love them & will surely miss them a lot when she would go back to her home in Bangalore . Its a fact that every child is cute in many ways; but I have a special place for her cuz she is like a first one to me , whom I have picked in my arms & amused at my level bests . Its like you forget the whole world when you look at her. Her small hands touching my cheek gives an eternal bliss , a kind of satisfaction. She has got an image of my grandmother , which is really heart-warming , at times a bit more emotional too. The way she catches my finger & walks is truly great . A million unexplainable feelings & thoughts I feel when I am with her or rather she is with me . These feelings , thoughts are more personal & confined to me than to anyone else . Will be missing her too much .
A tribute to a country of 'heroes' & (ahem ahem!!) 'cowards'.
1 comments Posted by Shafique Gajdhar at 4:17 AM
A city was fighting a nightmare & the politicians played their own game of criticising the ruling government .This was the time to unite . I get a feeling of disgrace over all of them (pity on them) & another fact is again practically explained in an unsaid manner that why doesn't any politician die in any of the terrorist attacks.They still fight for the chair & power which we grant them in accord . The saga of these attacks would calm after some days & then our damn politicians will do the job of visiting &paying homage to the relatives of the deads . The limit of patience was crossed by the CM himself Mr. Vilasrao Deshmukh when he himslef addressing a press conference couldn't answer about the no. of terrorists being behind the attack .They will never come out of the nutshell & are too coward to act or respond.
Coverage of TV channels ??? Yup !the 24*7 news channels had got something to show or rather stick .Which was covered by there brave correspondents .The question arises "ARE THE CORRESPONDENTS REALLY BRAVE?" I personally feel that sometimes being genuine is more important then hyping your own acts .Taking an example ...Star News in spite of showing regrets for the lives lost the correspondents flaunted there own acts of courage themselves as soon as the military operation was over . Actually what media persons did was to be around the line of danger but not in danger . They do that for TRP's & all .Sometimes it is over hyped & gradually news gets distorted . What about the men who played with their own lives & those who lost .They didn't do that for TRP's & money . They really love their country .Their sacrifice should have been prioritised . The point is also like their sacrifice doesn't need any recognition of a politician , a medal or a TV news channels view or any exclusive show on them ,it already is invaluable.
Somehow these brutal acts of violence should come to an end .Nothing will happen cursing & criticising politicians or govt. We got to take steps on our own level & alter the "nothing gonna change "attitude .
Sustain the pain,
Nothing to lose nothing to gain;
I can’t pretend,
to accept it all,
Here I am walking tall.
Why do you have to abstain yourself?
C’mon now get a hold of yourself,
Roll out of your bed;
Rise up and take a step ahead.
Stand up for what’s right and what’s wrong
Don’t cry on what has gone;
Life is short,
death is long,
Before it’s too late to move on.
The fire inside me wants to come out
for crying out loud
The song of revolution
Its time for my retribution
I am invincible as long as I'm alive
It is not that easy to survive
In this life you could lead if you only believe
and in order to achieve what you need
Sustain the pain ;
Sustain the pain.....
P.S.: This post is not posted by Puneet as he has met an accident . This good deed (hehe!!) is done by his loyal freind 'Shafique' . I pray he gets well soon and posts his nexts by himself .
PHEw!!! [KaRz(Curse) ...(Karzzzi ) Imesh Ishammiyya(He- mess Reshmaiyya) ]
CUrsE No.:
i) 'Rishi kapoor' is seeking a place to hide and is cursing himself for acting in Karz(1980).
ii) 'R.K'. is cursing India to be 'democratic' , if it wouldn't have been democratic he would have banned 'He-mess '.Not getting a place to cry he weeps for hours sitting near the shit pot after watching KaRzz promos (yuk!).
iii) He-mess was given a schedule of exercise to increase his facial expressions by Baba Ramdev. But it didn't work & He-mess still looks expressionless on-screen . He curses B.R. ........
[Others {way back}]
i)'TaShAn': Kareena possessed Paris Hilton (Hollywood hottieeeee...) figure (even copied her expressions )& cursed yashraj for insisting size (0) zero look as the film flopped .
ii)'Dus ':( yes the movie {years ago} didnt make anything on box office ) Shilpa Shetty copied Lara Croft look & cursed herself for beleiving that the Tomb Raider was a flop .She supposed that no one would catch her replicating as the movie flopped.
iii)'Ankahee': Esha Deol simulating Madonna's haircut in the movie made it a flop .
She cursed Madonna as she turned 40. Thereafter Esha has an unlucky no. that is 40.
P.S.:
List goes on & on , I guess , I myself have started cursing them all. Enough is enough , no one's genuine in bollywood (except some).
oct 6,2008
"duh. .!i don't wanna go!!" i said this to myself. .as soon as my cell. .snoozed for almost the 5th time. .=D. .i was juz not willin' to go to school. .dunno. .why. .(though i didn't have any test . .nor did i have to submit my recent exam report card to my teacher=D). .but then i somehow unwillingly woke up. .!..i was getting ready for my school. .and suddenly . .shivika(my best friend) rang up to know if i were going. .! i said yes. .n she told that she 'd pick me up. .!!i was okay at the moment but desperately wanted to stay back. .!after a few minutes, she called up again . .and said she was not coming with me n 'd be takin her younger bro with her. .!!it further added to my "not goin to the skool plan";) moreover i was getting late n had no means to go except my bicycle. . n this was how . .i better thought to chuk school. .:D
merely 5 minz had passed. .n her mum called. .i was astounded at the moment. .:o
n she said. ."beta(in hindi. .auntys do address like that)shivika has forgotten her bagpack. .could you take it to the skhool. .??"
woaa!woht should i do now. .?i thought. .for the moment ..but i said . .that i'd be takin' her bag with me!. .pheww. .it ruined my plan. .!!:(. .then i dressed up 'gain n sped along with my bicycle to her place(not really . .the bicycle hardly had any air in its tyres). .took the bag n dragged my bicycle again. .:( i was already late for the school. .but was a bit happy on the other side. .since i had a valid excuse!:D
i reached the school somehow. .duh!. .n guess what. .?!. . .the princi (whoops!respected principal sir!)was standing at the gate. .!!"NOT AGAIN!" i thought. .!
(i am usually getting harsh scoldings for getting late always. .:D. .).. .but what did i see. .?! he was smiling at me. .he asked the reason. .i blatantly said the TRUTH!;)
he asked me to stand in the late comer's queue. .!there i was. .standing alone with no 12thies around. .!(yeah i am in grade 12th. .:)). .it added to my worries. .since i still had to face the HITLER . .LOL!..yeah!this is what many pupils state chauhan ma'am(whoopz !RESPECTED. .too. .)as!
but the reality was totally antagonistic to my expectations!:-) it was hardly what i expected!. .no scolding nor any lectures. .*yawn* but i was sent to the class straight away. .!!seemed. .god was happy ' at my deed. .!(Oh..!did i forget to mention 'bout my DEED. .?ey,i took my friend's bag to the school anyhow. .no matter how n what the circumstances were :D)
Me & my school time friend Shailendra (now a cadet of NDA in NAVAL ACADEMY GOA) were ragging some fuchchaas (slang term for a fresher).He always visits our college when on a leave from the Academy & rags just for fun . I was teasing him by calling him' Ajay Devgun' of 'Major Saab' (cadet 'Virendra Pratap'HA HA!!). Gradually fed up of ragging juniors ,we thought of ragging a 2Nd year student(initially it was his thought ).We sent a junior to call the girl sitting next to us in canteen .He followed our orders & she came to us . We called ourselves her seniors(3rd yr) & she trusted (most stupid thing she did).But she had to as we were too confident saying the same.
We started the conversation with an intro(which she couldn't give in a proper 'funda') .Shailendra being a cadet is a master in ragging , so he firstly humiliated her by proving her that she doesn't deserve to be an 'engineer'.
Then we moved on to prove the same thing again and again , which eventually made her feel inferior (she gave us a" kill you" look) . Even though after this much embarrassment she kept on smiling which annoyed me the most(she was good looking but acted over smart ). Apart from this all , we both also have a heart inside our (respective)chests.
So after 40 odd minutes , we concluded our freaking experiment by telling her the truth.
After knowing the mystery she was dazzled (or shocked) & cursed herself by holding her head. We were ready to pay the price for our mischief so we insisted her to ask for a treat .
But she being lenient on us , asked only for chocolates (girls do love them a lot).Finally we apologised casually (significantly because of her gender).At last she grinned at us when we glared at her later in canteen .
Its hard to explain what it feels like to make a fool of anyone like that . Shailendra ' rocks' as he played the major role in our rascality .And he has got memories to share with his fellow cadets there in the Academy .We both truly wont forget this incident.A lesson for that girl , she simply wont forget both of us(that's for sure).
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