Review: Shirin Farhad Ki Toh Nikal Padi

Monday, August 27, 2012

Everybody makes mistakes, I mean every normal human being, but I never thought I could make such a big mistake in my life!

Mistakes, that we all make in life, are of various intensities:

Mild: This is just level one type of mistake. For example, you call your girlfriend fat! Now for novices, this might seem like life threatening situation, but for the experienced folks out there (*wink wink*), it is no big deal! They can easily turn it around after the girlfriend's anger subsides post a long fight, and three days of silence! :P

Medium: Now the game starts getting a bit serious from here on. There are several levels of Medium Intensity Mistakes. One of them being, calling your girlfriend with a wrong name! :-/ Leave about novices, even the experienced ones can't get through this without substantial medical or jewelry shop bill! And that too after the guy gives his agni pareeksha (walking through fire!) and calling up all female's phone numbers in his cellphones and repeating the same sentence "Main khuda ko haazir/nahaazir maan ke ye kubool karta hun ki tum meri muh-boli behen ho aur kuch nahi"! :D

High: Now this is the kind of mistake, for which you (and sometimes others) can never ever forgive you in life! Unless you are the protagonist of that shady movie known as Rikky Bhel-Puri, do not even think about committing a High Intensity mistake!

Now there are several types of high intensity mistakes, but I committed the one for which I am still paying! (I know what you guys are thinking, but seriously, shut the fuck up!)

My biggest mistake of life was, that I went and watched Shirin Farhad Ki Toh Nikal Padi on Friday, and I am still puking at a frequency of two vomiting per hour! :-/

Seriously, I have never been as much misled by trailers, as I was fooled in this case! From the commercials, this looked like a very light hearted, typical Boman Irani movie! But what it turned out to be was something I never imagined!

Shirin Farhad looks like a spoof on the popular soap 'Bade Acche Lagte Hain', yeah the same soap which gave all fat guys a hope of getting laid, after that epic Ram Priya lovemaking scene! Thought the movie had only one difference compared with the soap - Ram Kapoor of the movie (Boman Irani), got Priya of the same weight and age as himself!! (Farah Khan!) :P

Even though the movie is just about two hours long, you will feel that you spent close to twenty years inside the theater! Leave about the whole movie, I felt like I spent an eternity before the interval came! The only way I could keep myself awake was by dipping my finger in the hot tea of the aunty sitting next to me!

No, contrary to the popular beliefs, I did not take any sips from her tea cup! :O

Farah Khan might be a brilliant director, choreographer, mom, etc. but she doesn't know the A of acting! The whole movie looks like the scene of some dance show where Farah is delivering her verdict in boring mechanical tone! And such horrible dialogue delivery in front of The Boman Irani looked like a horrible joke played on us poor souls!

And more than that, it looked like the whole movie was shot in a hurry! It clearly came on Farah's face that she was trying to hide her giggle when Boman is trying to sell her some slutty light-up-in-the-dark bras in his shop! Come on man, such shoddy acting and direction!

Though, there are some funny patches, and some awww moments but they couldn't compensate the flaccid portions! Add to that the predictable angle of parents-against-that-one-girl-you-ever-loved, and you really have got a movie that you wont even recommend to your enemies!

Also, this is the first movie in ages that forces you to think that how important is it for the movies to have a hot female protagonist to be slightly interested in keeping your eyes open for more than two minutes! Poor Boman is carrying the whole weight of acting across the movie. I felt so bad for him, as soon as I stepped outside the hall and said - I never expected any Boman Irani film to be this bad!

Oh, and did I mention - the movie looks like a long advertisement from the Parsi community!? From the name of the dishes (don't even remember them now) to some 1960's mango drink - Mangola, it all felt so alien!

In short, what could have been a warm, romantic middle-aged story, turned out to be a dud with forced jokes, thin plot and forgettable acting! And who told Farha Khan that she could act?

Such is life ...

Friday, August 24, 2012

You have to keep moving forward ...
... no matter how hard it is

Alternate Currency

Saturday, August 18, 2012

...Rupee is down in the dumps, Eurozone is on the verge of crashing, Dollar, well, bloody dollar and bloody dollar using Americans that caused this whole turmoil... 

The newspapers are filled with such headlines these days, but as we say in Punjabi - Sannu ki ! 

Not exactly 'we' say this, but the baniya operating the kirana shop at the corner market of my apartments does! Rupee, Euro, Dollars, Sodexos are unheard terms for him. That bloody son-of-a-bitch has an alternate currency of his own - Toffees!!

Like it or not, he will thrust his own currency in lieu of change in your face!! On top of it, he doesn't even ask you before thrusting sadak-chaap third-grade toffees in your hand instead of 1-2 rupees change! 

Now the problem is - I hate sweets. Actually, I am medically not allowed to have them since years. One fine day, my dentist announced that finally he has done a filling in each and every teeth in my mouth! One more toffee, and I will have to share the denture kit with my granny! :D :D

So, for the past 20 years and five months, I have been keeping all the crappy toffees, in the shapes of fishes, birds, cubes, cuboids, trapezoids, and ummm.. some very questionable shapes in a big rucksack! Never knew what to do with them!

Somedays, I thought I should give them to all the kids coming to my home, you know, some of my hormonally charged friends and cousins have already started popping out kids :P , but then I imagine all the painful dentist visits and those humongous dentist bills my parents paid out of my pocketmoney :'( and kept the toffees back in the rucksack! (PS: I am not that kanjoos, and instead gift Jack Daniels miniatures to the kids these days :D )

But then, now the shit has hit the fan! I went to the kirana shop today morning to buy Maa ki Daal! All those going - WTF on hearing the name of the daal! Dude, we punjabis are funny creatures! There is a real daal known as Maa ki Daal in punjabi, you might as well Google about it. It is also known as Dal Makhani in some civilizations. 

Now, that maa ki daal was some 85Rs per KG. I gave my whole month salary to the kirana shop in one crisp note for the same (100Rs if you were wondering). That bloody guy! My blood started to boil as soon as he gave me back the change!!

He gave me one 10 rupee note, and a Gems ! I would very well understand that it is difficult to carry one and two rupee coins, but you can not consider Five Rupees as petty change! Saala! Zamaana kitna badal gaya hai! Five rupees used to be the starting salary when my grandfather was a kid! Aur ab dekho, this kirana guy considers it as petty change!

I fought with that guy for close to 15 minutes that I will not accept this sugar coated chocolate instead of my hard earned money! But he invoked the bloody shopkeepers code! Sirjee, Change hi nahi hai, main kya karun!

Abe saale, maine theka liya hai tereko saari dunia ki chaange laake dene ka! Khair, you can't fight with these petty guys for long, can you? YES!! You can! Spartaaaaaaa!!! :D :D

Remember the rucksack full of toffees which I talked about a little while ago! *Insert Wicked Laugh Here*

I went back to that guy in the evening and bought whole mahine ka raashan from his shop! When he asked for the payment, I bought the rucksack full of 1411 toffees to his shop! :D :D And you thought 1411 can only be the number of tigers in India? :P

No, I didn't actually do that. I just gave him 100 odd toffees, Gems and chocolates and started walking! 

Him: Arre bhayya, ye kya hai?
Me: Kyu dikhai nahi deta. Ye toffee ek rupye ka sikka, ye Gems paanch rupye ka, aur ye chocolate to bhai dus rupye ka note hai!
Him: Are bhayya, aisa thode hi hota hai?
Me: Kyu be! Tumhara ishq -ishq, aur haamara ishq sex! , tum do to change hai, aur hum de to aisa thode hi hota hai?

... and it went on for more ten minutes, while the other customers enjoyed or maybe cribbed who cares :P , till he finally agreed to return my five rupees from the maa-ki daal transaction and vowed to never thrust his alternate currency on me, ever! :D

Though I wanted to say, Beta, kabhi kissi velle aadmi se panga nahi lena aaj ke baad! :D :D but it looked like every one in the store was considering me to be a cheap beggar-sort-of a person who would fight for one-two rupees change! :D So, I decided to make a move...Phew!

Kya karen, kissi na kissi ko to is desh ko sudharna padega hi na! :D

Ecuador Declared a Punjabi Colony

Friday, August 17, 2012

Chak de phatte, nap de gilli! 

In a modern day david vs goliath kind of a story, Ecuador has taken a stand against the big, bad capitalist world, and provided asylum to WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange!

Do take note, that it takes much more guts than a normal dal-roti eating, lassi drinking country to take such a stand against one of the (kind of bankrupt) super powers of the world! 

To better understand the gravity of the situation, or better put as the courage of this tiny country, you need to understand that Ecuador is so tiny, that it took 30 minutes and a magnifying glass for our special correspondent to spot the country on a 40-feet wide world map! Secondly, they didn't give asylum to Julian Assange in their own country -- wait for it -- they did it under the aegis of "Diplomatic Asylum", in one floor Ecuador embassy right in the heart of the UK!!

To award this act of self-less courage, (also, for helping India save its face by getting lesser medals than us in 2012 Olympics (zero). Thank God, we were second last in the medals tally, no?), Ecuador has been awarded the status of a Punjabi colony, placing it right next to West Delhi on the places to eat best butter chicken and soya chaamps rankings! 

Praising this unprecedented act of courage, Gattu jalebi-walla organized a langar distributing free jalebi to everyone living in 200 kms radius of Ecuador embassy in Delhi. 

The obvious next step is to fly Julian Assange in a diplomatically asylumated (if that's a word) Ecuadorian aircraft to Ecuador! 

However, at the time of this article going to the press, there were several committees comprising IIMM ABCDE alumnus working on one of the biggest challenge faced by the Ecuadorian embassy! Though, according to the reports, no solution has been found till now!

The challenge, as explained to our extremely talented, IITT graduate, reporter by Gattu Jalebi-wala in his own words - "Bhayya, Assanage ko airport tak leke kaise jaoge, hawa me udakar ya ghunghat pehnakar? :D Jaoge to London ki galiyon se hi na! :D Tab to police pakad hi legi na! :D"

Ecuadorian diplomats were unavailable for any comment! 

Though the story is still developing, but the whole world is keeping a watch on the situation. (and the amount of mud being thrown out of Ecuador embassy, while they build a tunnel from embassy to the airport! ) :D

# Fake News (in case you were wondering till now! Sigh! :P ) Here is the real news

Travelogue - Banaras - The oldest living city in the world

Monday, August 13, 2012

I wanted to go by Shiv Ganga, man!

But well, corporate commitments and busy schedules force you to make hard choices.

So the occasion was Teddy's engagement, but more than an occasion it was an excuse for us six musketeers to pack our bags and rush to the holiest pilgrimage on earth - my alma mater, my home of four glorious years - Banaras Hindu University!

Due to jam packed schedules, and compulsion to attend our respective offices on Friday, we all were forced to take Magadh Express, which eventually dumps us at Mughalsarai Jn. instead of Varanasi Cantt. Nevertheless, as they say, it is not the destination, but the journey that counts - I figured this one out on the morning of Saturday, 28th July 2012.

Five grown up men, smiling foolishly while just staring out at the farms passing by, feeling the old memories gushing at God-speed as they try to remember old days, when these farms were the indications to pack up the bags, playing cards, and chappals as the train will reach its destination in a few minutes.

The train was late as usual, though the train attendants cited rain as the show spoiler, as if we were some freshers who didn't knew that you can not attend any pre-lunch classes on the day you arrive in Banaras!

Nostalgia started flowing as soon as we hired the shared auto from Mugalsarai to Lanka! Having spent 30% of our corporate lives travelling in office cabs and big cars , suddenly we had a hard one on our plate that morning! Who were the two, who would join the driver in the front seat, while one of their bums hang out on the road, brushing with the passing motor cycles and bearing splashes of accumulated rain water! :D

After chatting up regarding coal trade near Mugalsarai Station, most of us were silent, if not numb, throughout the auto journey between Varanasi Cantt. chowk and our destination! Shout-outs of various familiar names by auto-drivers - Sigra, Bhelupur, Lanka, (my punjabi friends, please do not pronounce the next place) Laura-beer!

While we were stuck in a jam, near Durgakund, couple of us were pondering upon the fact, that the how liberating it is to be back in Banaras, where we can just be ourselves, and are not forced to act sophisticated just for the sake of corporate slavery!

We had 1) Hung out from moving autorickshaw, 2) Three people had shared sitting space with auto driver in the front, 3) Walked one KM, getting drenched in rain, while bikers were splashing water on us, and last but not the least 4) Switched off our bloody phones (cum mini-computers/leashes) for sometime!!

Oh, so lovely BHU gate!

We were determined to cover all important landmarks of our journey, as we just had 24 hours to spare for the trip to nostalgia! (Remember, we were here for a engagement?) :D

And what would have been a better way to kick off the journey than Bun Malai and Chai (and sutta for some) at Dilip Bhayya's stall! Even Dilip bhayya has changed so much in last five years. Along with us, even he has grown a beer belly. Also, he has graduated from being a chai wale bhayya, to the owner of a small hotel just behind his landmark tea stall!

One salute to Malviyaji, standing tall at the main entrance, and we set our foots inside the campus. Well technically, it was another auto ride, IT campus is over 3 KMS away from the main gate, so forget about walking the whole distance! :P (As sunny paaji says to Sunil Shetty in Border - Pyaar aur Pagalpan me bahut thoda sa farak hota hai! :D )

MMV, or the Mahila Maha Vidyalya, is the first thing you notice as you enter the BHU campus. And how can one not remember the PMC - piya milan chowraha - just in front of MMV main gate! It served as the CCD of our times - a lot can happen at PMC! Hehe!

Being mechanical engineers, and that too from IT BHU, which is infamous for its highly skewed gender ratio, most of us had our first interaction with girls around this area only. And by interaction, I mean talking to a girl and not referring to her as DiDi! :D Yeah! Our lives pretty much sucked, before we joined IT BHU !!

Few minutes later, we were standing outside the enormous Vishwanath Temple, or VT as we lovingly used to call it. The place is still the same, but just some barricades installed on the brick flooring. Now you can't park your bike just outside Zaika for your favorite rajma-rice or chole-rice! There is a dedicated paid parking, which will set you back by 5 rupees every time you park at the VT parking!

Dont know about the rich kids joining IT these days, but I would never pay for parking anywhere inside BHU !

From thereon, we were on foot for the remainder of the day inside BHU. The first thing you notice while walking from VT to IT side will be this board, announcing the new name of the institute - IIT BHU !! Had to take a landmark picture out there, though all the happy faces you see in the picture, do not care for the extra I in the name. We are happy and content with the IT BHU degrees we have! :)

Another gush of nostalgia hit us when we reached Rajputana, our hostel for the first year of college. First year is an interesting part of the journey. It is the year when you are forging lifelong friendships, giving names to each other which will form an alternate identity for you for your remaining time in this life, and for marking out the people whom you can mock, for entertainment purposes only! :D :D

We spent first year in Rajputana, second and third year in Vishvasarayya and final year in Vishvakarma, far away from the humdrums of the world! Between Saturday and Sunday morning, we visited all three of them, and our respective rooms within them.

IT still hosts all types of friendly guys and morons I must say! Though some of the kids were very friendly, and receptive when we visited our old rooms, we did come across people shouting - abe mere room ko kyu ghoor ghoor ke dekh raha hai. Kuch khazaana chupa hai kya yaahan!

Dude, I so wish, I take the interviews during your placement season!

Oh, and those of you guys, who have ever stayed in Vishvakarma, you must be remembering that canteen wale BaBa - who makes shit tea and looks like he is 300 years old? Yeah, the same guy, who claims to own this canteen when R S Singh from mechanical department was a student here! That guy is still alive! And he looks as haunting as ever!!

I distinctly remember him coming to the room at 2 am and asking for chai ka gilaas in his terrifying baritone! :D

Limbdi corner, ah! How can I miss out on that in this post! The limbdi corner wale bhayya remembered us in one glance when we arrived there! If I may steal a pun from Three Idiots, the millimeters who worked at the corner during our times, have grown up into centimeters! One of the kids, who when asked for chutney used to say - Bhayya Ghabdaiye mat - is getting married this year!

Time flies so fast!!

And our beloved wooden beds and stone benches have been removed by the procter! :( They say that BHU has started holding elections again, and non-IT goons started having long panchayats at Limbdi Corner over chai-samosas! Proctor got irked with it, hence the demolition! Fack!

Oh, and just to make you guys a little more jealous and hungry - Chola Samosa! 5 countries and 12 states ghoom ke bhi aise chole samose kahi nahi khaaye maine! :)

Treading on the rickety roads besides Hyderabad Gate, HG, one has to go to the famous and nostalgic Aahar Vihaar. Witness to countless number of job parties, birthday parties, random daru parties, inter-branch fights, and some more daru parties, and friday (mess closed day) dinner plans, every corner of this open dhaba has countless memories associated with it.

You can visit here alone or with friends, doesn't matter, because more than the people sitting with you, memories made on each table, and corner, and bush (while falling off in them while being thoroughly drunk) will keep you company.

I guess its over 5 years I drank at 3PM, bang in the middle of the day! Couldn't resist you see!

All you mechanical engineers out there, hold your heart! Our department entrance has got a full makeover!!

And those of you guys, who used to jump out of G6, G7, G8, bad news for you! It seems that V P Singh saw someone jumping out of the backside window during the class hours, and got these wrought iron meshes to make mechanical department look no less than a jail! :D

Sad that the doors were closed, due to it being a weekend, and we could only peep from the gaps in the keyholes, at our (sleeping) seats and benches in the lecture halls! You can not help, but, clearly remember the almost exact sitting order of each and every bench !

First bench used to be all GMATs (GMAT represents a different abbreviation in BHU :D :D ), then the second to fourth bench were for average Joes, and then we guys ruled the last benches, while being asleep on them for most part of our four years! :D

As coincidence would have it, saw S K Sharma sir on his scooter during my last five minutes in BHU! Baba spotted him first and I never saw him running at such break neck speeds during my entire life! Limited are the days when you see a 150 pound guy running so fast, cracking the concrete with his every step! :D

Sharma sir, once the epitome of energy and positive light, looks broken and dull these days. Maybe that is an aftereffect of his son's activities. But rumors are, due to his son's stupidities, he was asked to resign from the post of Head of Department of Mechanical Engineering. Felt bad for him, that how situations can break the soul and spirit of such a fighter!

But the most fun part of the trip was meeting pondy baba!! Met him at DG wali paan ki dukaan! Cheerful as ever, he still can not control paan dripping from his mouth while talking! Oh, and Pondy baba bas diversified his businesses! He now sells LAN wire and networking equipment to the students as well! :D

Dhanya hain pondy Baba, if not for him, I would still be studying in BHU, writing my auto-biography on how one guy spent his entire life trying to get a degree from Department of Mechanical Engineering BHU!

Somedays, I miss BHU so badly, it hurts! Seriously, there is no heaven like BHU you can visit before dying, and as of now I am not even counting the common holiness of Varanasi people talk about!

At the engagement, and the guy who got engaged is in black suit, behind us
“I've learned one thing, and that's to quit worrying about stupid things. You have four years to be irresponsible here, relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember the time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So stay out late. Go out with your friends on a Tuesday when you have a paper due on Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does..." QOTD

PS: Sorry for the quality of some pics, it was raining consistently and we had to make do with stupid phone cameras for most part. If you cant see the images, click here

Conversations with a Cab Driver

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Some days I wonder.. and other days I wonder a little more than usual...

Few weeks back, I was returning home late at night in a cab. As luck would have it, I was travelling alone in the cab. Now rein your mental horses before they start running in the wrong direction - ek bhola bhala ladka, andheri rat me, akele Gurgaon me... ! :P 

By the way, Gurgaon is a shit city, I tell you, but we will come back to it some other day.

The distance was long, and I loathe listening to music in moving vehicles. So, I decided to strike a conversation with the driver guy! Bhai sahab, us driver ne zindagi ke funde hila diye mere!!

We started with usual chit chat about our respective work life balance (we were almost on the same page, by the way! No life, only work! :D) and slowly moved on to long term vision of our respective lives!

Over the course of our conversation, I realized how well sorted, and clear vision this guy has! I will spare you my side of the story, as it basically has in-hand salary as milestones for the next 5 years! :D But this guy had a whole business plan, which he had been following since 2005!

This guy, all of 19 years of age back then, came to Delhi in 2005 to earn a livelihood. After couple of months of job hunt, he was able to join some call center as a driver. There was this guy from his hometown, who was working at the same call center since Gurgaon BPO boom days. That bhaiya helped him in securing that driver job for a comfortable salary of Rs 5,000.

Yes, five thousand rupees only per month for a job that entailed 500-600 Kms driver per day in NCR!! 500Km drive per day, and that too in Delhi traffic! By God!

After doing this job for some three-four months, this guy realized ki bhayya aise to life nahi chal sakti. It was then this guy hatched the master plan for his road to redemption! Dude, such a long term plan, and so well executed, blew my mind off!

Total Per Month: Rs 5,000
Room Rent: 1,000
Other Expenses: 1,000
Money Sent Home: 1,500
Savings After Misc Expenses: 1,200

He saved every penny, and lived on the same financial model for whole five years! He augmented his income by ferrying 10-10Rs passengers between Gurgaon and Delhi, while returning empty and had a bounty of 80,000 at the end of five years! He used this sum to pay down payment for his own cab! 

Now there was another shocking line of thought, which he told me about. Of this 80k, he used only 60k to finance his own car, and saved 20k for unexpected delay in payment from the company! He told me it happens every few months. (and picked some petty cash from his friends for registration etc) 

After getting his own cab, he used his contacts of 5 years, to get it enrolled in one of the call centers, which had ever growing needs for cabs.

This was in mid-2011, and now for his own cab, he started getting over 30k per month (after paying bribes to his so-called contact and admin department of the company). After deducting diesel and EMI costs, and his previous expenses, this guy used to save about 10,000Rs per month! 

Now, if a guy can go ahead and start his own transport business (with one cab though) with 1,500 savings per month, imagine what he can do with saving 10k per month!!

Cut to today, this guy has two cabs, of which one he drives himself, and he employs a driver for the other one. If his planning (and economic conditions) goes fine for the next few years, I can easily envision him owning a small transport company having 10-15 cabs on hire! 

Aur ek saale hum hain, fighting every year that why we should get a 15% hike and not 12% hike because we did some awesome work! The point is, saali hamari soch hi choti hai. All we want is security, and we are willing to trade off unlimited growth potential for this feeling of pseudo security which our 30-of-every-month-paycheck provides!

Bhak saala!

I still cant forget the beautiful way in which this guy said at the end of the conversation - sirjee, aakhir "Naukri" shabd jo hai, wo "Naukar" se hi to aaya hai na!! 

Kitnay Aadmi Thay? By Diptakirti Chaudhuri - Book Review

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Ye jo world hai na world, isme do tarah ke log rehte hain - Pehle, jo bollywood ki pooja karte hain, aur doosre jo sirf rakhee sawant ki pappi lene ke liye paida hue hain! :D

Seriously, most of my college friends and office colleagues are hollywood movie addicts, and most of the times, I am just looking at their faces and wondering - bhayya amreeka me paida hue the kya? Kabhi kabhi hindi movie bhi dekh lia karo!!

Tanhayee ka aalam kuch is hadd tak pahunch gaya tha, ki I thought maybe the next time I go for the screening of a hindi movie, I will find myself surrounded by only Rickshawallas! :D

... till I got my hands on Kitnay Aadmi Thay? By Diptakirti Chaudhuri !

As the short description of the book says - Completely Useless Bollywood Trivia!! The book is a compendium of useless trivia regarding Bollywood movies! For example - Have you seen the movie Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge? Do you remember the scene where SRK steals the crate of beer from Amrish Puri's shop? Now later in the movie, SRK is shown sipping the same brand of beer!!  Do you know which brand was it?

At first glance, this book seems like a collection of ultimate useless trivia, however, the author has done such a deep analysis at times, that it simply blows your mind away! After finishing the book in just two readings, I can surely say that this book is not trivia for sure!!

Seriously dude! This guy watches, re-watches, and re-re watches each and every movie to take notes ??

The guy has done a listing of song-names that became movie names, vice versa, listing of parsis, punjabis et al. in our hindi movies! He has even jotted down dialogues, full names of characters, unfinished movies, heroines, Amir Khan movies .. and the list goes on!

Though, there were some places where the author is talking about the movies which were released way before I was born! Even though I am a huge a movie buff, if I may call myself that, I am very sure I can't watch/relate to all the movies which were released 20 years before I was born.

Although, instead of reading it as a trivia book I was enjoying playing the guessing game by completing the lists on my own! Wo kehte hain na, ho jaaye do-do hath! :D Oh, and I have a pretty awesome memory in terms of bollywood gyaan! *evil grin*

You will love this book, if you love Bollywood as much as I do, warna baba aage badho, hawaa aane do! :D

Oh, and before I forget, I need to pimp Blogadda for sending me this book free of cost for reviewing! This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at Participate now to get free books!

Till we meet again...

Grid Failure in North India

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

You will be able to read this blog, when you have enough power in your state! :D Till then, enjoy your sweaty candle-light dinners! ;)

PS: Now you guys know how it feels to live in Gurgaon?