I remember it was a Thursday evening and it was quite a dull day or may be i felt it was dull because whole day i was busy bidding good-bye to my relatives in my home town Belgaum.For a person who has stayed in a place for 18 years the bonding is pretty a strong one.Although my decision of pursuing an engineering course shook many of my relatives and family friends; the choice of choosing MS Ramaiah Institute of Technology Bangalore was also an equally a shocker of a news from a guy who s father who is the chairman of a 30 bed hospital in the city.But somehow it was quite a digestible one because my non medical inclinations were very much evident.

I reached Bangalore the next day and waited 2 more days for my Mom to come over to help me get settled in the hostel.And thus begun my journey which i never knew would change my life so much and mould me into a person which i am today writing this blog entry.Certainly from my thinking to the rationality of my decisions everything has undergone massive evolution and changes.Atleast for the past one year i was living a dream of a lifetime in this college.From being a part of team which won the VTU Annual fest to visiting Oxford UK for a debate and not to forget the first time i tried behaving like an engineer by carrying a project under Mam.Time just flew off doing various activities like tech fests..organizing department events and moreover being with friends.

About 15 days ago i heard Mam telling me that she wanted to meet the current department students committee to plan events for this semester; and among those events she mentioned our FAREWELL.At first i didn think much about it; but suddenly i went through a time which i feel is the worst of my fears in my lifetime.That evening as i was returning from college to my room i happen to stay in the empty college canteen for sometime.I sat there for about an hour glimpsing at a flash back of  my college life.First time i got my sem results…first batch trip with friends..time when i failed for the first time in my exams..when i felt lost in crowd..the whole new family i got here in form of my hostel…when i got my first job!Most of all a thought came in which happen to kill all the processes present in my brain.What next in life? Here in college i had a lifestyle..i knew people here..i had a guide who used to help me take steps..friends who used to be around when i needed them..i could live a life which i had dreamt of while coming to Bangalore.And soon all of this was going to end soon.I could no longer have those lazy chats in classes with olive,poo,dhar and ani…no ultra active debates with my debsoc…no more organizing department events which i loved so much…moreover no college life which my body and mind had got so used to and just couldn think anything like coming out of it.I still remember that night i neither could have my dinner nor sleep well and slowly i started sinking in the greatest fear of my life.I began thinking about it almost everytime  i was idle and thanks to just 3 days of class it just builded up.With me imprisoned in deep thoughts of this fear frustration crept in and my insecurities just crawled into my life.Dont know my replies and attitude towards everything in life changed.Soon the questions also increased..How would be my job? Would my boss treat me same way as my guide here? would i ever get a chance to do things that i loved..organize..debate..public speak.friends..win…in short live the dream which i was doing till now!!Whole of this continued for a week or two..i just couldn do anything nor did i know why was i so irritated in life..i would plant myself in front of the comp and watch movies at a stretch..or just shut my eyes and sleep away to glory unaware of the world around.But slowly i guess this fear is vanishing because i certainly am seeing my relations around getting affected due to this behavior.Even now as i write this blog; not that i have grown out of that fear but still i am trying to live every moment of my life here and do all the things which i loved doing here..I know it shows me getting emotionally drained  here..but still this fear which i have seen in past some days in my life i hope will help me grow a lot stronger and humane in my life..

Love you friends..Love you MSRIT…Love you Life!

Hoping against a bad hope-

Aashu!

It just happen!!!!

Posted: October 6, 2009 in Stories

“3 for 150”..”3 for 150”..screamed a face which was almost covered by the crowd around him..His voice grew stronger with increase in number of customers at his stall which was located on the roadside.Aryan was amazed to see the whole lane lit of the Mehendi bazaar.It was the eve of last day before Ramzan.Every business in that lane looked to make the most profitable sales on this eve.And yes it could all be seen with a number of discounts and free offers.Add to this the roadside vendors were offering goods at throw away prozes.Aryan was accompanied by his Eeshaan who lived across Mehendi bazaar.”Every year this sight is the most that I love”,said Eeshaan.”Its not that we don’t celebrate other festivals;but this evening has its own significance.Today everyone from the family steps out to buy things for themselves.Be it a kurta or salwaar,dry fruit or shewayya for the surkumba,everything is bought with so much enthusiasm”.”Ya I am seeing it for the first time and trust me Eeshaan I am simply amazed by this sight;look at that old man selling those perfumes,looks like he wants to fill city with fragrance with all those perfumes in the glittering colourful bottles around him,even look at your fren Farhaan in his cloth shop;he s looking as cheerful as ever shoeing all the customers the best pieces of cloth he has.If I would have missed today,guess I would have really missed.Thanks to your bike which broke down and you had a SOS to me to pick you up from here”.

Aryan and Eeshaan were not exactly the best of frenz exactly a year ago.Infact both almost sported radical ideas in their approach towards life and their religion.Both were in the same college during their technical graduation course.And after a particular incident where Aryan had saved Eeshaan from getting suspended from the college they came close to each other.But this closeness too was cut short as Aryan had to leave to Mumbai for his post graduation course and Eeshaan stayed back in his city to join his Abba s grinding machine industry.But often during their vacations they would meet up and hang out together.This day too was one of those days where Eeshaan s bike had choked and best person he could ask for help was Aryan whom he was supposed to meet after an hour.Now both of them were walking through Mehendi Bazaar which was synonymous to “Anarkali bazaar” in Pakistan.It was filled with articles like bangles,bindis,exotic perfumes and this day was the best day to be there.

The street was crowded fully and there was little place was anyone to walk through comfortably.”I will just tell Ghani chacha to send someone from his garage to pick my bike from my house and repair;meanwhile you keep walking down I ll join you”,said Eeshaan.After a few steps Aryan could see the cops putting divider boards in the middle of the road.This was normally done to keep an eye on everyone on the street;it helped them in monitoring.So people on the road were pushed to the end of the road on either sides.Before he could make himself ready for the rapid shifting that was being done the cops pushed him on one side .He stepped on the plastic sheet on the road thus losing his balance he crashed into a person wearing a jet black burkha.His forehead collided with her left shoulder.She suddenly turned towards him.All he could see was lit up eyes behind the face covered burkha ,which were looking at him with anger as if he had done the act with all “Noble” intentions.Aryan exclaimed,”sorry sorry I jus lost my balance.Looking at his face which almost turned white with the fear for getting hit by people for misbehaving with a girl wrinkles appeared beside her eyes looking at which he understood she had smiled and a smile meant she had not taken him in the wrong way.But there were larger problems ahead.The street grew closer to a bottle neck which meant it was a single line through which both of them had walk one behind the other ;and to add to all this chaos the pushing of people from behind reminded Aryan of Mumbai locals.Inspite of the jerks from the people behind him Aryan kept distance from her nota allowing his body to touch even a bit.In the 5 minute walk to the end of the street the gal was amazed to see how this guy behind her kept a distance from her. He kept his eyes on her looking that she was walking safe.When the end of the street came and she passed the bottleneck channel she turned behind and looked at him.”Shukriya”,she said in possibly the sweetest voice he had ever heard.He just kept looking at those eyes and in few moments he was lost in them.The girl took a left walked away into the crowd.Just then he heard a voice which was calling him from far end of the road.It was Eeshaan who was standing outside the Kurta Store.Aryan moved towards store where Eashaan was looking at best kurtas in the whole of the bazaar.Try helping me to pick one,he said.Reluctantly Aryan started looking at the kurtas kept on the table.In his mind he still was lost in those eyes and word shukriya echoed on all four sides.Just then he heard,”Give that cream kurta which has a black lining on the front end”.Yes it was the same voice which was echoing in his mind from past few minutes.Again all he could do was look at those eyes trying to know what was so special about them.”Now Aryan will you pick one for me, I am really getting late”,Eeshaan said.”Give me that cream kurta which has a black lining on the front end”,Aryan asked person who was showing them kurtas in that table.Eeshaan exclaimed”I already have 3 of that colour,don’t want to buy one more of that colour.”.Its for me replied Aryan.You can buy any colour you want.”Oh k “said Eeshaan stuffed a black kurta in the shopkeepers hand and said “Pack it soon”.Meanwhile Aryan kept looking at the girl who was at the cash counter paying the bill.Eeshaan called out”Oye Mr.Aryan; come here and pay for your kurta.”Till Aryan and Eeshaan reached the counter the girl had gone.Soon after dropping Eeshaan home,he reminded Aryan “Ammi has asked you to come home tomorrow by 12 for lunch.Dont be late you ll miss out on the sweet which you like so much.”Aryan nodded and left.To say,he was simple lost in the “shukriya world”.

On the festive day Aryan arrived at Eeshaan s place wearing the brand new kurta he had purchased the previous day.He came in and greeted Eeshaan and his parents who were waiting for him.They all knew him as the guy who had saved Eeshaan from suspension.Both of them had the delicious surkumba which was served in large steel bowls by Eeshaan s mother.Four bowls of sweet and Aryan had his tummy filled to the limit.Then soon both of them moved to Eeshaan s room where they were all eager to watch the India Australia cricket match which was being played in Eden Gardens Kolkata.India had won the toss and decided to bat first.Like all Indians who s adrenaline pumps when Sachin faces Lee same was the case with both Eesh and Aryan.Just 2 overs into the match and both the openers Sachin and Sehwag had started blasting Aussie pacemen all over the park.Both frenz were jumping and shouting around as if they themselves were in Kolkata stands.Soon there was a knock at the window of the room.Eeshaan moved and opened the window.”Can you please stop shouting and lower the volume Eeshaan; I have my exams tomorrow” came the voice.Aryan too looked at the window pane only to synchronize the voice and shimmering eyes of the previous evening.He tried his best to reach the window to see who was it.Just before he reached the pane Eesh shut it and again all that Aryan could see were those black eyes which had looped him the previous evening.Suddenly he acted all normal and asked Eeshaan,”Who is that gal? Never seen her before around?”…She s Afreen.Our distant relative from Ahmedabad.During the riots she lost her father and few months back she moved here with her mother to the house above.Her mother works in a bank and she is giving her B.Ed exams externally.With all relatives here her mother finds our city safe it seems.She keeps telling that one final job she ll finish off and stay peaceful all her life in our neighborhood.Anyways why waste time talking about them lets just enjoy Sachin keep these arrogant aussies at bay.

Soon after India s innings was over Aryan had to leave;but one thing kept troubling him.The face which had made him almost restless had just eluded him by a moment today.He came out of the house and as soon as he kicked to started his bike,he s leg slipped off the kick bar and it rebounded.”Oh Shit Oh shit”..shouted Aryan in pain.Soon then he heard a laugh from the balcony above the house.He could see a fair girl with curled earrings long hair let down standing and laughing out loud.She had worn a sky blue salwar which was of lucknowi material.And yes those were the same eyes which he was thinking about all through.Her beauty made him still for a few seconds.He stood there looking at her laugh with a smile of “cute boy” on his face.After this brief beauty encounter he started his bike and moved.All through the way he kept smiling at himself.He was smitten by Afreen s beauty.Only thing he could see around him was her face and hear was her laughter.Soon he talked to himself and said..It just happen.

That day in the evening he had to get back to Mumbai.As he got into the bus and sat after bidding a good bye to his parents he started dreaming about the girl.He did not know what she had done to him, but everything he saw,thought,felt was she around him.Even after reaching Mumbai,he would often go dazed and lost in his class.Th guy who was hyperactive in all activities was found wandering alone in canteen and corridors.He kept telling his frenz about the whole incident with Afreen,the gal who had stolen his heart.He kept repeating the episode again and again to his frenz.Being a great artist himself he had drawn several sketches of her face.Infact in a sketch he had shown her face in different moods.Soon he was famous as “Lover Boy “in his college.All he talked was about Afreen;but everyone wondered…this guy hasn talked to her,spent time with her…still he s so much into her.Barely a month later Aryan had almost prepared himself to go to his hometown and meet her and tell her how much he loves her.Being strong and as practical as possible he was also ready to give her time if she wanted  for the reply.

He reached his city and soon drove his bike that morning right to the street adjacent to her house and walked.As he walked he saw Eeshaan step out of his house.”Hey Aryan..suprise surprise..how come you here..at this time…today!!!”Aryan wasn prepared to answer all these questions.He soon took Eeshaan to the play ground nearby and told him his love story.For a second Eeshaan was shocked to core, he couldn believe the most practical and sensible guy of his college could go crazy on gal whom he had just seen once.After Aryan was done he spoke” I think you should go back to Mumbai and not waste any more time on this.”Aryan questioned” Why u sayin so”..whats the issue tell me..i know she and me are from different religion but I can convince both our parents if she agrees.”…Theres no question of bloody convincing anyone..just forget it…eeshaan shouted.

After the storm calmed down Eesh sat beside Aryan and told what all had happen..

Afreen s marriage was fixed to an accountant in Eeshaan s company.But one of the guys working in Ghani chacha s garage had a thing for her.He kept following her everywhere she went in the city.He also had approached her but she had clearly denied any talk with him.That guy was one of those slimy uneducated uncouth people staying in the same street as she.As soon as he came to know about Afreen s marriage he went wild.He and his frenz beat her groom a week before marriage and threatened him not to marry Afreen.Groom refused to marry stating his reason as he had seen Afreen and the guy going around the city.This brought down her image in the entire society.Everyone started cursing her and often those garage guys used to comment cheap on her.So one day morning her mother couldn find her in house.On her bed was a letter folded inwards.Afreen had left the city and fled.She had written that she couldn take flak she received from the society and even her mother wasn capable of supporting her.So she had applied for a job and fortunately she had got it.She had left all of us and just gone away.Her mother still awaits a letter from Afreen about here whereabouts.After that I also found my scrapbook missing.I thought she would atleast contact me..but no news yet.Just hope she is safe.Anyways Aryan I think you have a great future mate don’t let it go.Get back to Mumbai and concentrate on your studies.

Aryan came back to Mumbai very next day.The moment he came into his room he burst out into tears.He had he sketches all over his room.He could feel wat the girl would have undergone after everything happen to her.Whole nite he kept sobbing in his bed without opening the door of his room for an entire day.Next day he decided to get over it and begin his life in a much better and strong way.He looked at his in the mirror ;he s eyes were bulged and looked weak.He got ready and  stepped outside his room and walked into the crowd moving towards his college.He was just as normal as he was when he had joined the college.A month passed by and it was time for the college annual fest.Aryan was incharge of the whole fest.He used to leave his room early and get back late.One evening when he came back to his room he found a box lying outside the door.It was wrapped with a red paper and seemed heavy.He immediately opened the cover and found a round glazed mug which was had words written on it..”To someone who always cared for someone from the someone was cared “..also written was the address of the sender..It read Miss.Afreen Teacher  Indian High School Bandra Mumbai…Very next day in the morning he took a bus to Bandra  with a bag which had all her sketches in it and most importantly he had worn THE KURTA from where it had all begun!!!

ashwath

Performances lost in loss!!!

Posted: August 30, 2009 in Movies

From past few months i ve seen movies in which i have seen some mindblowing performances by actors/actresses..but they i guess they couldn fetch great laurels coz the movie was a flop…I short the performances were lost in the loss of the movie…..

1.Madhuri Dixit in the movie Lajja–This is one movie which i believe saw lot of amazin performances going unnoticed..Out of which Madhuri s was the best! Sply the scene in which she potrays Sita on stage who has to undergo angeepareeksha she was top notch..i still feel the questions she raises in that are valid and i am still searchin for answers for those..All in all a performance which would have surely fetched her another national award after Mrityudand….

http://videos.desishock.net/31528/Madhuri-Dixit-(Lajja-part-13)

2.Manisha Koirala in the movie Lajja–Again speakin about this movie..Manisha Koirala plays the charecter of Vaidehi, who walks out on her husband and finds that she is not the only one who has been opressed. The story is told through her eyes as the narrator.But he best act comes in the end where she shouts “Lajja aati hai”..trust me i had seen this movie in a theatre and i was shaken by that climax…It is truly manisha at her best after Khamoshi….

lajja

3.Irrfan in Ghaath–I remember watchin this movie when i was in 7th std..on local channel..Manoj Bajpai and Om puri star in this movie which speaks about Mumbai land mafia..and yeah Irrfan was as scary as Gabbar of sholay..With his Character “Mamu”..i believe he carved a niche for himself as the sensitive cold blooded villain.Even in the climax he monologue by him is flawless..yes Irrfan..u had arrived in bollywood.

ghaath

4.Aishwarya Rai and Ajay Devgan in Raincoat–If anyone s seen this Ghosh s movie which is an adaption of a Bengali short story u ll see how with minimal sets and screenplay effective performances can be etched out to the core..Be someone as classy as Ajay or prolific as Aish..both gave out their best acts..but couldn save the movie from sinkin at box office..the seen where they lie about their financial statuses is truly touchin..none other than seasoned actors like these two would have pulled off a role like this…

raincoat-poster

As his cell backlight lit he with utmost anxiety pressed the read button to see wat was her reply.It wasn the case that he feared rejection but being quite a person who liked things tro go smoothly rather perfectly he hoped that reply would come something as he expected.He suddenly flipped he s cell reverse and once again went through all those moments he had lived with her..thought not really lived..but some imagined..some felt and some which he just spent with her on cyberspace…

Aakash layed back in his bed stepped down the memory lane recalling his first meet with Amrita..which was much of disarray owing to his professional attitude for which some pple around him loved him for.It was about a discussion for his college s cultural day celebrations and he being a coordinater was quite a bit stern on getting jobs meticulously done by his juniors and yeah she was one..After few words of sounding like THE SENIOR around the meet was over and jobs wre distributed..there was a month lay off for festival celebration getting back was the event.Not that he noticed her too well..but definitely his attitude wasn suppossed to be taken in the best of ways by her..

A month passed off and time of the event came and here he was carefully observing the practices which wre on full swing..A small mistake and he would burst out at pple responsible for that..he also burst out at her group..that was pretty loud and came from within..none of his juniors had ever seen him as ferocious as this..”where are the bloody expressions he screamed”;after the dance was over.things calmed down gradually and practices continued..

how far can cyberspace be in introducing pple and gettin to know each other well..yeah till now he was just a random senior to her and was the same..He came from a distant place in northern India and she was from glam city Mumbai…so the ice never broke for either of them as a formal introduction..till then they were bound by the cyber space and finally talks began…they varied from being a selfless youth to an ambitious student of life and its practicalities.

Their conversations would always be focussed at two different views both of them held.The chat would be filled with examples both of them would have in everyday life and end in a stalemate.But again wat was best about these chats was that later when both of them would be alone they would think as how each others perspectives are perfectly justified in their particular life and would also increase the respect for each other..not in chats but only in their minds and hearts!!!!Kind of understanding that grew between them was something both of them never expected…

One day while chattin online..Aakash as usual was multi-taskin…he was talkin about 4 different topics to 4 diffi pple..thats when he accidently sent a msg to amrita which was suppossed to be sent to someone else..the msg said “As a girl you were rite in your place..as a guy i m rite..so wat is the prob”…this msg was actually adressed to his cousin as they discussin about restrictions in their house..but the misdirected msg exactly carried a different meanin n msg to Amrita…jus when he tried to re-correct himself..he s connection to the internet was lost…he tried to send her a SMS..but it was past 12 on 31st day..so he had lost his balance  of his cell fone also..whole nite he kept thinkin the way the msg would have been percieved by her..wat would be her reaction…But somewhere he knew wat he never could do with intentions..he had just done tat!!!though he couldn digest that fact…for the next 2 days.he didn reply any of her msgs..which seeked explaination as why he wasn replyin…but again he was in confusion as which would be the best explaination…all these times he started missin her!!coz whenever he thought of sharin the smallest of happy news..he had none…he didn have clue where he s life was headin to..was confused to core..

but somewhere at the back of his mind he new it was the time for him to build on his ambitions…dreams..which he had seen write from the time he had come to the silicon valley…so he decided to clear the void that had been created due to his “no response” attitude…so he sent a msg to her tellin wat all he had undergone and how exactly he knew wat he wanted from life…and yeah he waited for the reply!!!!

jus then he received a msg from her..it said..”Dude..come online..loads of things to tell u”

well it was between my exams durin my 4th semester i started bloggin..reason–had failed to get anger..frustration or jus let my voice flow out in best possible way..so started writing…and yaeh it had its moments…i almost bcame an avid blogger..writin frequently..i wrote about my old diary excerpts…my wriiten short stories…experiences of life..successes..failures..and then suddenly somehow was a small hiberantion..Blame my college activities for this..infact this sem was FILLED UPTO NECK for me..slog for a month for our Dept Tech Fest..me being the Co-ordinater had an extra bit of effort to pump in..Again i hate my over enthusiatic affection towards such activities..i did get drained out but had no option..April 17th finished the fest then came in The National Level debate in my college which i was the conevener..for 3 days of the event run all the way and yeah also judge some of the best debates of the life..then done with this on april 27th next came our Internal Assessments!!!the very next day..cant believe way i wrote and managed to score..but was HAPPY doin all this..could work ..enjoy at my pace..my style…so i guess never blogged..coz no frustration..no anger!!

But as English poetry emphasizes on Blow Blow Thou winter wind.Thou art not so Unkind!!i believe times had to change..somethin somewhere had to happen which bring me face to face with one of the greatest personifications Life could get..”LIFE IS NOT A BED OF ROSES”..seems trivial..but hits the nail rite on the coffin!!!when things suddenly aren in your hands..when u struggle to get things rite..But somewhere luck eludes u..mockin at ur attempt makin it seem too foolish and meaningless..thats when a pain creeps in and disturbs you from within..the laughter on face n sparks of happyness are only participative not a part of u…not that i haven felt these things before..but this time i feel its not the normal scare or fear..yaa and again its the reason i m bloggin today..its my anger..my frustration..which i need to spit out..and i know this venom which m lettin out mite harm my relationships..so i feel its the best for me and for the wonderful pple around me..

My mom says–a person always gives his best when he s heart pounds the most..yearns the most..wat man doesn know he ll be rewarded somehow someway..but yeah he will..only thing he can do is survive these times and hold the threads of relations with love n care..and see them grow to be your greatest support..

i second ur thought mom!!!as always!!!

hopin to be soon happy_angry frustrated son of urs!!

ashwath……

well my bloggin had almost got a semi-colon b4 i realized i need to get back to wat i enjoyed the most about 2 months ago…and here m back again..perhaps reason m bloggin..same reason why i started off bloggin..to say somethin i always wanted to but couldn..or said it but none understood close to wat i felt..

well was goin thru an amazin period of life..our college winnin the VTU fest for the first time..m walkin the fashion ramp..showin my exploits in biz events..in short;life at its best…then came in The Christ Parliamentary Debate on feb 28 n march 1…Christ Coll s been quite a hunting ground for me so i really hoped i could make most out of this tournament..Infact i did get an amazin team also..consistin of Aniket(whom i always wanted in my team as i knew both of  us could rip teams apart) and Upasana(finest speakers to come into our debsoc this season)…so here we wre as MSRIT A team to compete in the debates…

Well first debate was quite a run-up with us MSR Law team with unanimous win…then came in one of my fav debates in my debatin career..against National Law School of India University..the institute which produces all asian champion debaters..Being opposition we did an awesome job hopin tat brand name NLSIU could be beaten at last..and yes we did beat NLSIU..Man..if i ever felt so satisfied in my debatin life..it was this moment..We then had another one debate which we won comfortably and yes i was in first Semi-Final of my life..Felt great to go into the tourney as not exactly a winnin team n do this well…Semi finals was with one of our coll teams itself..which we manage to beat comfortably…then came in the moments which i had waited all through my life…

i remember walkin thru the corridors of christ coll at 7 in evenin thinkin wat will happen in the FINALS  of the debate..i remember watchin cricketeers warmin up b4 the finals of a world cup match and hear to preview of the match..felt the same adreline rush in my body..couldn jus believe wat was happenin arnd me..had my entire debsoc there for me cheerin and wantin to win first ever debate championship for the coll…and i too hoped for the same..tat winnin against arch-rivals RVCE would be great..wat i was scared is wat if i lost the debate..and i wasn wrong…

after a group hug we entered the debate room…after the prep time the debate began with our team in the opposition..i must say all three of us gave best speeches of our life on a skewed line of thought proposed by the other team..sply aniket who went in as the first speaker from our side managed to do a gem of a job..never saw him so aggressive in debate b4..he was on fire..after the debate was overwe all waited for the verdict..though we knew we had given our best shot..still somewhere i believed a win or loss mattered to me.. a lot!!!

result was out and we had lost the debate..though at tat moment i thought it was just another debate to lose didn know wat it wud to me..tat nite i remember goin thru the whole debate..even in my dreams i had same lines of wat i spoke echoed..the next day was also in a sullen mood..not knowin wat to do ..kept thinkin wat more could i ve done to win the debate…found plenty of things but of no use..couldn repair wat had happen…left me restless..this has still continued..even now whenever i m idle..i go into tat debate..still remember word to word wat happen in tat debate..wat the other team said..wat we replied..its still fresh wat i saw..the losing moments and RVCE rejoicing their way thru…all of it wat i call a perfect nightmare…dont know how long it will trouble me..hope i get my same team and go again to christ next year and win the tournament to bury the ghosts of 1st march 2009..till then i need to wait..and try treatin worst nightmare of my life!!!

ashwath

BOLLYWOOD INFORMALS

Posted: May 3, 2009 in Movies

1.If Govinda has the tag No.1(coolie no 1,hero no 1)…wat does Akshay Kumar has as his trademark—
2.RAJ,RAHUL,VEER—connect them—-
3.Which two beauty queens alongside akshay kumar in the movie Andaaz—
4.Kajol s name in the movie DDLJ—
5.”Seven cities claimed Homer dead where living Homer begged his bread”—which movie am I talkin abt???
6.Complete the trio DOOSRA KEVAL,FAUJI,—
7.Which movie is a remake of the Hollywood flick Seven Brides for Seven Brothers—
8.Karan Johar :SRK::Prakash Mehra:–
9.Naseeruddin Shah bowls and Sunil Gavaskar bats..which movie(paisa hi paisa)—
10.India s first official entry into Oscars(jai mata di)—
11.All three Khans together on screen once..which movie—
12.If I am watchin hollywood flick West Side Story which bollywood film can I relate it to—
13.I can call it most illogical scene I ve been a part of..Big B sayd this..wat is he talkin abt??:–
14.If I played the role of an idiot called Robert in ANDAAZ APNA APNA..wat was i in SHOLAY—
15.Aishwarya Rai s first TV appearance was for which ad—
16.Imran Khan was first time on screen(bachcha role)—
17.Govinda ,Dharmendra,Hema Mailini—common thing in these bollywood stars—
18.ChoriChori:Aamir Khan::Shri 420:–
19.if I am humming songs..”main yahaan hoon” and “EK ladki ko dekha toh”..apart from Javed Akhtar s lyrics wats common in these movies.—
20.Previously titled Yajna..this made it to the Oscars—
21.If I am seein the beautiful gardens of Holland on screen which were for the first time shown in a Bollywood movie..which song am I seein..(BIG B)
22.I have been a part of 2 Blockbusters biggest in Indian cinema..one was biggest hit of its times..other Oscar entry..who am i..(old man!!)