Gair Movie Review - New Depths achieved

Indeed this movie has achieved a new low..........

This movie is a indigestable mixture of bad direction, even worse acting and sloppy camera work. Anything that could have gone wrong with a movie has indeed gone horribly wrong.

The story is a hopeless wannabe version of an English flick.Logic goes for a total toss in the entire movie right from the very first scene, which challenges the intellect of the marathi viewer. The scenes are silly and dialogues like "What Saavli" evoke laughter instead of the desired tension. The camera work is daily soap worthy with the standard whoosh whoosh from 4 angles on every actor in the frame. The songs donot fit into the movie and are not even catchy .The lead actors look reluctant and uncomfortable in the love scenes.The 20 mins used in the end to clear the confusion should have been better utilised, being a part of the movie instead of the story telling.

Satish Rajwade looks like poor distant marathi cousin of Abbas-Mastan, though they will be very proud of him.

Among the cast, Amruta is not only loud but overacts so much which makes Rakhi Sawant look like a Star. Ankush doesnt pull off the cool cop look and looks like a lost kid in a park with his Sweater look.Uday Tikekar doesnot suit the role of the playboy although he still puts in a spirited effort. Sandeep Kulkarni is the stand-out performer but at times looks hapless with sub standard co-stars.

The movie has a strong chance at the Razzies.The movie could have been much better even with the same storyline. We give the movie half star.

So go at your own risk!!!

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Kunal's Story

-written (or writing ) by Kunal

Hi

This a true account which happened with me about 6 years ago. Though I dont remember the exact conversation, the overall premise remains the same.So here goes....

"Ikde yaa andharat ajun gajbajj aahe. Suffocation hotay. Me baju chya room madhe jaatoy." We had gone to Pooja at a relatives place in the evening. Lots of people had come. So the living room was crowded with people. And right then, the electricity had gone in their place.I told my Mom the above lines and moved to the flat next door. Luckily for close relatives like us, they had arranged an extra flat with arrangements to sit and relax.

Anyways, many people had thought on the same lines and had crowded the other room also. The relatives flat atleast had a few candles and was dimly light. This room was pitch dark. I thought it cant get any worse. I settled near a window trying to get some fresh and cool air.I closed my eyes and tried to catch a quick shut-eye.

"Aren't you from Kelkar college ?" A girl's soft voice startled me.

"Yes.How did you know ?"

"I myself am from Kelkar"

"Ok"

Now luckily/unluckily I have a rather different body structure than usual people. I thought she must have noticed it and hence might have recognized me. Anyways, I didnt ask how she knew me. Who cares when a beautiful(hopefully) girl approaches you for a conversation.

"I am X"(I really dont remember the girl's name.)

"I am Kunal"

"Hi"

"Hi.You must have a hell-of an eye-sight, identifying me in this pitch darkness. Even the moon is not shining brightly for me to even see your face."

"No. Actually I saw you before the lights went off. However you were busy and hence didnt come over to meet you"

"Ok"'Boss, She wanted to talk to you even before the lights went.Coooooooooool'

"I am in XII Science,E division. What about you ?" I ventured on a conversation.

"I am in XI Commerce, B division."

"Ok. I really dont have any interaction with any of the juniors. Have never seen you,probably...."

She smiled at the small joke which was not even meant that way from me.

"I have seen you a couple of times in the college."

Again due to the body structure, I didnt ask how.

"So, how come you are over here ?"

"Actually my aunt was neighbour of these guys at their old place.I dont know even know them.How about you ?"

"Well, they are my mom's aunt. So pretty close.Where do you live ?"I was rattling question after question since I didnt want to stop this conersation.

"Thane.Close from here. What about you ?"

"Bhandup.So these power cuts are regular over here?"

"Yes. And they are pretty random too. Not sure when it will be back."

"Well, they should get atleast some candles over here. Nothing's visible.Not even your face."

"Well, I think all the candles are being used in the living room, where the Pooja is setup."

"Hmmm. But atleast they should get 1 or 2 over here.Wait I'll try to get some candles from there."I was about to leave.

"I like it dark here. Feels nice. Cool. Pleasant.Dont go."

Whoaaaaaaaaaaa.No chance I was gonna go after that statement.

"Ok" were the only words that I could mumble out.

"Are you religious ?" She asked out of the blue.

"I think I am. I am a frequent visitor of most Mandirs and attend almost all the events at our relatives place.Are you ?"

"Not that much."

"So then how come you are attending this pooja when you dont even know these guys ?"

"Well, my aunt asked me to come with her as she didnt have any company.I guess, I go to mandirs and most pooja's because my parents will not like it if I dont. I think I go to these places out of my respect and love to my parents."

"Well, honestly speaking , I have never thought of it that way. I think we traditionally go to these places, because of our parents take us there and never think of Questioning them much."

"Yes, Maybe"

"Do you believe in Love ?"

Her sudden change of topic and that too to this subject totally caught me off-guard.

"Yes, I think so.Why dont you ?"

"I also do believe in Love.But not all love stories are happy or successful.Do you believe in Marriages ?"

She was changing topics as when we change gears of a bike when going from 0-60 in 5 seconds.

"Defintly,Yes"

"Arranged / Love" ?

"I dont know about this.To each his own. Both are equally successful, I think.what about you ?"I was enjoying this Q & A session now.

"Well, I think to make each and every relationship succesful, everyone has to work very hard. Its not about Love or Arranged. Its how you approach it, how much you want it to work and how much you are giving in the relationship."

Rain

written by swapnil

The first sprinkles of the rain,
the first smell of the water soaked soil
the first drop on the hands
recalling first memories of the first love

the yellow dim light of the lamp-post
the tree that tangled with it
the man sleeping on the bench
and the cat sleeping besides his feet

the roads are empty and mens are few
on the otherside of this night it would be different
the roads will be few and mens are empty
the few roads carrying the empty minds......

So I want to enjoy this moment
dont want to care about the otherside
although its night and it quarter past three
no one is awake... just raju and me....

साडेसातचा गजर

साडेसातचा गजर, snooze च बटन

मग ती धावपळ, कोंबलेला शर्ट अन तोड्लेला सिग्नल !!!

जिममधल्या मुली, त्यांची परफेक्ट फिगर

वाढवलेली एक प्लेट, अन् त्यामुळे येणारी प्रचंड कळ !!!

रोजचीच मीटिंग, रोजचेच भाषण

design change अन पुन्हा नव्याने discussion !!

साडे बाराचा पिंग, cafetaria की yummy tummy

तेच चेहरे, तेच जेवण, पण दरवेळेस party चे मात्र वेगळे reason !!

पेंगाळ्लेले डोळे, coffee ची ती वाफ

जुने पुराने जोक्स, नविन माणसांमध्ये मिसळण

भयानक traffic , पावसाच बरसण,

ओले रस्ते, पुढे जाणारया बाईकरला दिलेली ठसन !!

घरचा ठरलेला फोन, त्याच मित्रांचे sms

मग काही आठवन, एकट्याशीच हसण !!

पुन्हा बुधवार, पुन्हा तीच मेस

aunty च रड्गार्‍हाण, अन् गरमागरम वरण !!

carrom मधल हरण, friends मिळून बघण,

laptop मधली डोकी, नवीन काही सापडण

मग ते शेअर करण, अन् जोरजोरात खिदळण !!!

observer, marketing, लिखाण की पुस्तक वाचन,

नुसता गोंधळ नुसते confusion , स्वतला शोधयचा एक प्रयत्न !!

शेअर केलेला बेड, अन त्यावर न येणारी झोप,

तेच ते विचार, अन तिच ते नसण,

आणि मग,

पुन्हा एकदा नवीन स्वप्न, पुन्हा एकदा साडेसातचा गजर !!!

Long Nights

- written by swapnil

reddish eyes, empty roads

on iPod, 'long nights'

defects, cases, blurred vision

lipton, nescafe or fusion

avert, meet,dissimulated expression

Laughing, teasing and frustration

500 or more, still lonely plate

insipid food, sapid water and me fret

tangent look, wan smiles

lifeless talks, bruised emotions

dim lights, fading sun

suffocating cubicles, smothering pun

gathering clouds, dusty breeze

sprinkle of rain, dampish street

Avoiding somebody, avoided by somebody

Window seat, and bag next to me

norah jones on crowded roads

laughing crying and with many moods....

Flashcards, barrons,

and iPod singing and waiting for 'long nights'

पत्त्यातल्या राजाची गोष्ट

पत्त्यामधले राजा राणी
आयुष्याचा खेळ
मजेत खेळत असतात

कधीतरी काय होतं,
राजा हरवतो...
मग कुठल्यातरी पत्त्याला राजा बनवलं जातं
पण राणीला तो खोटा राजा नाही आवडत...
ती खेळ खेळत राहते
मजेत...
पण... गुलामासोबत...

आणि कधीतरी...
राजा नाही, राणी हरवते
पून्हा कुठल्यातरी
दूरी नाहीतर तीरीला
राणी बनवलं जातं
राजालाही ते नाही आवडत...
पण राणीसारखा त्याला
दूसरा पर्याय नसतो...
त्याला त्याच खोट्या राणीसोबत
खेळत रहावं लागतं

मग चौकट असो, किलवर असो
इस्पिक अथवा बदाम
राजा राहतो जगत उदास उदास...
पत्त्यांच्या एका कोपर्‍यात...
स्वतःच हरवेपर्यंत !

जगदिश

जायचे होते तुला तर....

जायचे होते तुला तर थांबुनी वळलीस का?
उंबरा ओलांडताना नेमकी अडलीस का?

वार तू करता विखारी, शब्दही भांभावले
माझिया प्रश्नांवरी मग मौन तू बसलीस का?

तू निरोपाला हसोनी मानले मजला खूळे
पाठमोरी होउनी मग आसवे टिपलीस का?

एकदा तू सांग माझ्या पाहुनी डोळ्यांमधे
एवढे मी बोलता तू लोचने मिटलीस का?

घेतले माझ्या वसंताला जरी तू सोबती
पानगळ शिशिरातली झाल्यापरी झडलीस का?

जगदिश