Ishaqzaade....

Love is life. Even more maybe. That is what this movie professes, and with some conviction.
The introductory part of the movie will definitely leave a smile on your face as Director Habib Faisal pops up ingenuitive ideas at crucial intervals to keep you engaged through a slick and span screenplay, with ample twists and turns to keep you guessing, “what next?”

The story isn't exactly "different" but the presentation is definitely refreshing. The raw appeal of the movie also works at many different levels, be it the brilliantly choreographed “Chokra Jawaan” or the post-election firing spree.
The characters have been chalked out brilliantly by Faisal, true to his detailed style (eg. Do Dooni Chaar) and are truly endearing. Parma, the hot headed grandson of a Rajput patriarch with an angel of a mother and Zoya, the only daughter of the incumbent MLA who prefers Guns to Earrings are a match made in hell. The acting is pitch perfect as Parineeti Chopra and Arjun Kapoor slip effortlessly into the layered characters of Zoya and Parma. Arjun does full justice to his role while Parineeti does very well to give a domineering performance around an almost all-male cast.
The dialogues are raw and charming, besides being humorous on most parts.

The movie is a tad too fast in certain sections as the “falling-in-love” part is almost rushed through and one remains bothered whether love actually happens that fast. But once the initial jitters give away, u can’t help but love this awesome onscreen pairing of Zoya and Parma who remind you of cute memories from your own story.

The music, by Amit Trivedi, is outstanding. The quantity, quality and placement of the songs is in tune with the theme of the movie and Amit Trivedi proves his mettle yet again. “Pareshaan”, ”Aafaton Ke Parinde” and “Chokra Jawaan” were the best of the lot while “Jhalla Wallah” was a light hearted tune and “Ishaqzaade” an endearing melody.
The movie has political undertones which remain largely suppressed by the romantic saga of the leading couple and show an uncouth and barbarian side of our society.

The message at the end of the movie is, indeed, heart rendering and, the climax is unexpected, and will be liked by some, disliked by others but remembered by all.

Few movies and their characters refuse to leave you even long after you have left the theatre.
One of those movies, totally.

I'll Wait Forever...

It pained me a lot
It pains me still
Today i love you
Tomorrow i will.


My hope is true
And full and deep.
Did i go wrong
In this faithful leap?


I am left weak
I am left tired
This terrible defeat
Is fate conspired


You are YOU
And I am ME
I miss those days when
We were WE.


Bucket-load of tears
From my eyes.
Painful screams
Hopeless sighs


I had planned so much
It was good to see
But happiness and me?
Not to be.


It wasn't working for you
Or so had you said
Wish you thought with your heart
And not with your head.


We were perfect
I can still say
I'll keep trying
To get it that way


Love, hope, tears
Sprayed and showered
At night without you
My heart cowered


In my poems
The subject was you
In my heart
My love was true.


My love was enough
For two of our size
I'm waiting for the day
You wake up, realize.


Realize you will
And the moment you do
You'll find me waiting to say
I love you too....




INFINITY...............

Living Hell

“This Week Has Been, The BEST EVER” That is how my last post ended. And I meant every letter of it. It WAS the best week I had ever had. All of this sounds ironic now. Now that things have gone SO wrong. I wouldn’t have wondered much if anyone else would title this entry as “Worst Week Ever” if he was in a similar situation. But, I wont. Never.
I made a mistake, a silly one indeed, and paid the price. I was pushed right out of heaven into the burning fury of hell, and that too by someone, I could give my life for. And for the records, IT HURTS.

I have always heard, and believed, that “Good things happen to good people, always.” And every time I fall upon this line, I look up to heaven and say “Why me?” All I know is that I am a good person. Never cheated in an exam, never stolen from a friend, never hurt a soul (knowingly). Actually, as I used to tell my friends a little time back, “There is nothing I have done which I can’t tell my mother about fearlessly.” Explains my stand. “Why Me?”


Past 25 days, she owned me. Now, I’m like discarded trash. I used to wake up waiting for her SMS. I would give her a short, sweet call and head towards school. We’d meet at school, during the breaks mostly. I’d come home and would always find her SMS waiting for me “Call me up. J” And call her, I would. I’d text her after the call, and wait for her reply. The numerous intermittent spaces in between would feel like hours and would be spent studying (mostly). We would sneak small moments from our water-tight Class 12 schedule. This would go on till we had to study or either of us fell asleep. Those days were sweet. Very. I loved her voice. I loved US. I just hope that she did so too. I hadn’t dreamt for years before I met her. She made me dream. And how.


I still can’t get over her. Need proof? I don’t dream now. I have nightmares.



In those 25-odd days, she became a habit. She was the neatest piece of treble whisky and I was a oh-so-cravingly-thirsty alcoholic. I don’t get over people easily. I’m not the “move-on” types. Have tried it on a number of occasions with a number of people, but this time, I ain’t even trying, because I know, that I won’t be able to. Or rather, I just don’t want to.


This blog might never have been THIS personal. But today I am so emotionally broke that I sincerely don’t care what people think of me. All I can say is that I’m still paining. It’s reduced, considerably due to the overtly optimistic nature I possess but sometimes, reality does bring me down to earth and, it hurts again.



Now that she is gone, there is this gaping, scathing, searing hole, punched through me. The texts are gone. The calls aren’t half as close. It’s like I’m going through cold turkey. Maybe it wasn’t just a habit. It was an addiction. And I was an addict. The hole through my chest goes so deep that I can’t do anything apart from study. Good for me? I don’t know. Maybe if you want a dead-from-within-95%-scoring-zombie. Not what I want. I want her. No, I need her.


She said she wasn’t ready for this. She said she needed time. She said she needed space. I said I’d make sure she gets it all, and more. But she just didn’t need me. End-of-story.
Every cloud has a silver lining, and so does this one. We are still friends. We used to be good ones before it all started. I’ll have to make my castle all over again. All this for my Architectural ambitions. Hopefully I’ll make a real castle someday. One which will stand tall against the skyline. That would make me proud. Not happy. My happiness lies somewhere else, with someone else. And you, hopefully you read this. And when you do, please remember- P.S. I still love you…


:’(