As today’s IPL tie between the Kolkata Knight Riders and Delhi Daredevils gets washed out due to the rains in Delhi( goddamn the global warming!!), chances of SRK’s much hyped brigade of the men in black of reaching the semis get swept clean as well.
So as both Sehwag and Dada lend each other a shoulder while Sachin sails afloat his dreams into the fourth(or maybe third) position, here’s the SMS that’s making waves on all news channels about SRK clearing up the mess about his “supposed” fight with Saurav Ganguly.
The King Khan here says that he can’t make it to any more of the KKR’s matches not because they are losing, but because he needs to understand what’s wrong with the way he behaves in the stands(by ICC standards).
Personally, I’m ready to watch any IPL match if SRK is present with all his friends(read: Arjun Rampal) clapping and waving and rousing the crowds, gawd, he’s cuter than all the cheerleaders combined, give him a break, KKR’s losing because they aren’t that good a team, but IPL’s a success ’cause SRK had a dream…
THE SMS:
“Story time boys… I told you if you keep losing you have to bear with my long, boring msgs…. This is your punishment…. Many times I have made movies which don’t do well…. More
So, the latest fad I’ve got myself engaged with is Aamir Khan’s upcoming home production, Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na (check out the official website at www.jaanetu.com).
The film marks Mansoor Khan’s comeback as producer, is directed by Abbas Tyrewala, and most importantly, it’s the launch vehicle of Aamir’s nephew, Imran Khan and stars Genelia D’souza as his female lead. With Aamir himself taking care of all the finer details of production and promotion, it sure is going to be a treat to watch out for!
Although it’s slated to release on July 4, the music launch took place on May 15.
Music’s by the maestro A R Rahman, and having heard all the songs properly for the first time today, I’ve instantly fallen in love! It’s after Jodha Akbar that we get to hear the magic-musician at work, and I am definitely not disappointed!
The album consists of 8 songs, two of which(Kabhie Kabhie Aditi Zindagi and Pappu Can’t Dance) have already gone on air. Here are the lyrics of three of my favourite songs from the film:
Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi (3:41) Playback: Rashid Ali
kabhie kabhie aditi zindagi mein yunhin koi apna lagta hai.
kabhie kabhie aditi woh bichad jaye toh ek sapna lagta hai.
aise mein koi kaise apne aansoon ko behne se roke,
aur kaise koi sochde, everything’s gonna be ohk.
kabhie kabhie toh lage zindagi mein rahi na khushi aur na mazaa,
kabhie kabhie toh lage har din mushkil aur har pal ek saza
aise mein koi kaise muskuraaye kaise hans de woh khush hoke
aur kaise koi sochde, everything’s gonna be ohk. More
How many 12 year old boys end up living the rest of their lives as insomniacs?
I flipped the first page of The Kite Runner after having heard much praise and without any clue as to what it would be about.
I turned the last one, some three days later, unable to figure out for myself when was the last time I’d read something that made me cry like that.
As much as our History curriculum books have had to offer about the World Wars and their after effects, India’s freedom struggle or even the liberation of colonies in the second half of the 20th century, I had no clue about life in Afghanistan in the ’70s.
Apparently, I didn’t exist at the time the Soviet Union planned to mutate the country.
I’m an Indian, and as much pride as I take in being one, I have also liked to believe that us Indians don’t live inside protective bubbles- absolutely unaware of what the rest of the planet is going through- and instead, the communal and religious discord within our nation serves as a catalyst in our better understanding of what so many other countries are facing at the hands of major international crises.
I was wrong of course.
My country struggled against British colonialism for over 2 centuries. Even before India fell prey to imperialism we were divided into princely states, rulers that kept coming and going, dynasties that flourished and ultimately wobbled under the pressures of internal political soups.
But India is still recognizable in most aspects from before the time the British took over.
Indians were tormented and prosecuted and stripped off of the right to a humane existence, but they didn’t have to flee their own land.
I don’t know how bad it must’ve been to live in a country you can hardly call your own, but it couldn’t have been much worse than what became of Kabul in the late 1970s and what follows up till today, Taliban or no Taliban.
Two issues run parallel throughout the novel.
How life changed for the Afghans after the Russian infiltration and,
How a childhood memory can mould the whole of a 12 year old boy’s life.
It doesn’t boast of a gamut of mesmerizing characters, but those present can certainly boast of a gamut of mesmerizing characteristics that you attach yourself to, instantly.
The generous use of Farsi words and translations gave the book an earthy feel. I could picture myself living with an Afghan family, taking pleasure in their customs, relishing in their Pashtun pride, and ridiculing their bias against the Hazaras-something that reminded me so much of life in an India that can possibly never get over untouchability.
I dream today of making it big in the career I pursue and leaving this small town I call home. But I can’t possibly dream of returning to a town I wont recognize, lanes no longer safe to stroll along or shops and markets and hideouts being patrolled by armed tanks-at home, yet a stranger.
Every person will love the book for different reasons. My reasons, were ignorance and love.
Can a soul mate exist and love you unconditionally even after you’ve betrayed them in the most horrible manner? What would it feel like to lose your father, your mother, your grandmother, friends and your country at the age of 11 and be subjected to molestation of the most vicious kind? Can a young boy’s repentance turn him into a man he never was?
It was a novel, fiction, something Khaled Hosseini wrote from the bottom of his heart. But what still bugs me is the fact that these things did happen in a beautiful country called Afghanistan and they changed the lives of millions of people, and even till today, Afghani boys do not live a life their ancestors had relished.
But for now, as the Afghans say,“Zendagi Migzara” : Life goes on…
So as both Sehwag and Dada lend each other a shoulder while Sachin sails afloat his dreams into the fourth(or maybe third) position, here’s the SMS that’s making waves on all news channels about SRK clearing up the mess about his “supposed” fight with Saurav Ganguly.
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