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Portrait of Satyajit Ray created by me in 1997...

Portrait of Satyajit Ray created by me in 1997 and edited in 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This movie made me cry at 4:30 am and that too in front of my college buddies but to my amazement I was not even ashamed to do so. The movie was none other than “Apur Sansar“( ‘The world of Apu’ in English ) , a masterpiece created by the genius director Satyajit Ray.  This movie is based on a novel written by famous bengali author Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay. I will not talk much about the movie as that’s not my intention and secondly that’s going to destroy the emotions of the movie.

It was not the first movie by Satyajit Ray which I have seen , I have been his fan since I was 10. He is the creator of the famous character Feluda. There is not a single bengali household which is not obsessed by Feluda. ray’s books and movies are evergreen and enjoyed by people of every age.  There have been numerous translations of his books and few of them are also globally acclaimed.If you are a bengali then I would request you to read the complete Feluda and Shanku series. Please do .

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He is the best director that bengal has ever seen and his direction is way ahead of his time and he worked with such creativity that even modern day technology fails to portray emotions and feelings that precisely.  The characters were  well defined  and the actors were  handpicked and were crafted to perfection. The must watch movies are The Apu Trilogy, Debi, Pratidwandi, Agantuk, Satranj Ke Khiladi, Goopy Bagha series, Sonar Kella, Aranyer Din Ratri, Jalsaghar,Nayak.  Ray’s first film, Pather Panchali (1955), won eleven international prizes, including Best Human Documentary at the Cannes film festival. This film, Aparajito (1956) and Apur Sansar (1959) form The Apu Trilogy. Ray did the scripting, casting, scoring, and editing, and designed his own credit titles and publicity material. He won a special lifetime achievement award at the 1992 Acadamy Awards. Legends like  filmmaker Akira Kurosawa and Ray were acquainted. Kurosawa said of Ray’s work, “To have not seen the films of Ray is to have lived in the world without ever having seen the moon and the sun”.

Bengali movies started way back before Satyajit started making movies. Legends like Mrinal Sen and Ritwik Ghatak made great impression in movie industries worlwide. Modern bengali directors like Rituporno ghosh and Srijit Mukherji also made wonderful movies. But till date I consider Ray to be the greatest director, creative mind and visionary of Bengal


  Ta ta tara pum … pum pum pum… tara pum !!!!

Hello folks!! missed me ?? … ya ?? seriously …ole baba le …ocho pocho . Anyways get over it because there is a much more important thing that I will be talking about today. Am pretty sure most of you guys got a glimpse of it by looking at the snap above. Yes!! am going to talk about the movie “The Artist” which rocked the world right at the beginning of 2012 by winning 5 Oscars, 7 BAFTA awards, 3 Golden Globe awards and many more. The French director Michel Hazanavicius and the actor Jean Dujardin have been flying high since then. This is the biggest triumph in their long years of service to the movie industry. I discovered they do not know how to speak English  well and very tactfully they made the biggest Hollywood movie of  2011.

The movie reached that level just because it keeps surprising you in every moment starting from the beginning when after 10 minutes you realize that you are actually watching a silent movie made in the sets of the year 1927. You feel like teleported to that era. You will really not miss all the talking and the sound because it has been replaced by beautiful jazz music which will make your mood jumpy and refreshing. It’s a movie which will keep you glued to the seat not because of the beautiful romantic story of a super famous silent movie star named George Valentin and a rising movie actress Peppy Miller but due to the surprises and the beautiful flow of the movie which is funny, psychedelic, romantic and refreshing. It’s a beautifully acted movie which portrayed how pride destroyed a silent movie superstar when talkies was introduced to the movie industry and how he misunderstood his lover Peppy Miller who was a talkies superstar who got a break in the movie industry because of George. He was so blinded by his pride that he turned from riches to rags and became a madman. He lost all his friends, his only friend was his pet dog who finally saved his life. The movie proved to the world that only facial expressions and good music can say more than dialogues. I dearly hoped the pet dog of “The Artist” won an Oscar for best supporting actor.

I would love to write more about it but I will spare myself for the ones who have not seen the movie yet as it will destroy all the fun. So readers please do watch this movie. I know, most people’s first impression of the movie is that it will be too intellectual because it’s silent and it’s in black and white. Believe me, that’s not the case. it’s a lot of fun. It’s full of fun and surprises and you will feel good and refreshed in the end .Watch it.

Question : What do you get when you put two geniuses like Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts in a movie that uses little other than standard Hollywood clichés and a storyline that could not have been any more predictable?

Ans : Larry Crowne. A movie that makes little sense, lets you figure out the ending about 10 minutes after the opening credits, and somehow, still manages to keep you glued to the screen with a stupid grin on your face. That is, provided you sat down to be entertained and not to go through it as soon as possible so that you can publish your invaluable opinions on film-making on IMDB.

The movie is Tom Hanks’s second as a director. While he’s no Stanley Kubrick and this ain’t no “Full Metal Jacket“, you won’t find much reason to complain either. Most notably, unlike most other actor-turned-directors, he doesn’t see the need to put himself in every shot and scene. Tom plays Larry Crowne, a terrific salesman who was fired because he didn’t have a college degree. He, of course, enrolls in a community college where Julia Roberts happens to teach “The Art of Informal Remarks.” Er, that means speaking in public. Anyways, Larry Crowne, Tom’s character, is struggling with a lot of things like unemployment, a mortgage, a divorce etc etc. While Ms Tainot, played by Julia, is suffering through a marriage where her aspiring blogger/certified asshole of a husband spends his time browsing through porn on the internet while pretending to write. I could go on with the story but I won’t. Not because of spoilers, but because  you can figure out the rest.  The supporting characters of the movie are, frankly, brilliant. To be an unknown and share screen space with the likes of Tom and Julia And to be able to hold your own is not easy. And this, is the half the reason this movie is worth watching. There’s Lamar, the neighbour, who seems to have a perpetual garage sale going on, the economics professor with his accent and his rules, the scooter gang which lets Larry in without a question, and of course, the lovely, bubbly, cute, sexy Talia played by Gugu Mbatha-Raw.

The other half is Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts,who appear to be nothing more than two middle-aged people with difficult lives. Hell, they don’t even try to appear to be good-looking. And somehow, they do the most ordinary and also some absurd things in so convincing and endearing a way that you find yourself reluctant to be analytical. The high point of the movie, in my opinion, is the scene where Tom Hanks in full punk gear (complete with haircut, leather and chain) carries a drunk Julia Roberts home on, of all things, a blue scooter.

Larry Crowne isn’t a laugh riot like Hangover or a brain teaser like Inception, neither is it a computer graphics overkill like Transformers. It doesn’t leave you drained like The Dark Knight( We’ll talk about That One some other day), it isn’t even an intense romance like, say, The Notebook.  And the best part is that it doesn’t try or pretend to be any of those things. It’s just a pleasure to watch, an hour and a half of honest, happy entertainment. It’s what you should watch when you’ve had  a long day in the office and want to shake off the bad mood before you go to bed, or when you have got home from a particularly nice date with your girl and don’t want to let go of that warm feeling. Larry Crowne doesn’t try to be an Oscar winner or even a contender. It’s just a simple, entertaining, feel-good movie that makes you happy. And sometimes, that’s what a movie should be.

Dear Deepika,

I am leaving you.

I am sorry to do this. I love you, you know that. But I can’t do this anymore. You broke my heart. I am leaving you, and I am moving on…maybe to Anushka Sharma, maybe to Mila Kunis, I haven’t decided yet.

Let me tell you, most of these liars who call themselves your fans noticed Deepika Padukone for the first time in the pathetic Om Shanti Om. Whereas I, on the other hand, have been in love with you for almost a decade now. It was love at first sight when I saw you in that Limca commercial ages ago. And I have loved you ever since. You were so lovely, so lively, so sexy, so desirable, so….perfect, that I had practically stopped looking at other women. They were just not good enough. You, my love, were everything that a man could ask for, and a lot of things that he cannot even dream of. You, were my life.

Did you know that I have watched every single one of your films, every TV appearance, every YouTube video? Would you believe that I had every one of your Kingfisher calendar photos pinned to my wall, along with 27  other posters and more than 50 newspaper clippings? That you had been the wallpaper for both my cell and my computer for about 5 years now? Do you know that I have read and filed every article of praise that has been written about you? And that I have burned every piece of paper that I could lay hands on, that printed one negative sentence about you? Do you know that I kept showing your pictures to my dog, so that if I could bring you home someday, she wouldn’t bark at you?

It was in 2007 when you first made me less than perfectly happy with you. Om Shanti Om! Seriously, babe, I can forgive you for acting, or trying to act, or actually failing to act in a movie that bad. All Sharukh Khan movies are more or less of that standard. And although people called you wooden, I knew the real reason. It was beneath you to give your all to something so sub-standard. That’s okay. But how could you possibly decide to make your Bollywood debut in a movie that is called “Om Shanti Om”? I mean, for God’s sake, who the hell names anything “Om Shanti Om.” ? What comes next? Lingerie named “Ayushman Bhava”?

Karthik Calling Karthik

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I’m sorry. I got a little carried away there. This is not about your career. Although, if I could just  say, you were great in Love Aaj kal, incredibly sexy and dirty in that number in Dum Maaro Dum, so casual, carefree in Break Kke Baad, so desirable in Karthik calling Karthik, and so, so celestially beautiful in each and every one of them. Even in the disaster called Desi Boyz. By the way, speaking of Dum Maaro Dum, did you know that I actually punched a guy in the face because he said he had dirty thoughts about you after watching you dance in that short skirt? I’m sorry. Like all responsible lovers, I am a little too protective of you.

Critics say you cannot act. Screw them. Why would you  have to act? You are already perfect. The fact that you indulged me, by being on screen, so that I could look and look at you is reason enough for me to be grateful to you forever.

Some people also say that you are a gold-digger. Now that, in a way, is what this is all about. Wait! I DO NOT consider you a gold-digger. Please. How could you even think that I would have such thoughts? You are the kindest, most compassionate human being that has ever walked on this planet. An angel, no, a Goddess. Why else would you adopt an entire village?

Anyway, to get back to what I was saying, people say you are always after guys that have more money than they know what to do  with.  Don’t worry. I never paid attention to these jerks. I was actually secretly happy when you were linked to MS Dhoni. He was a man worthy of you. Then you said those were rumors. That was fine, too. But then Yuvraj Singh came along. Now, I like that guy. But he seemed a strange choice after Dhoni. “She must have her reasons.” I told myself.  Then, surprise again, Ranbir Kapoor. This time I was shocked. Yes, you two did look good together. But he looks and acts like a baby, for God’s sake. What were you doing with him? Eventually, I convinced myself that it was merely career move, and I was proved right when you dumped him. “I knew she’s smart”, I told myself.

And then the Rich Man’s son appeared. I’m sorry. I loathe him for stealing you from me. And I would not take his name. When the first rumors surfaced, and my friends started winking at me, I ignored them. “Media people”, I used to snort, they’ll say anything. The rumors got more frequent, and persistent, and I kept ignoring them. “It’s business.” I told myself. “She’s their brand ambassador, of course she has to appear in public events.”

And then You, you heartless woman, you had to kiss him in public. Do you know that I actually cried that day? I mean, how could you do that? I know that you’ll dump him soon, but how could you let yourself be linked to someone like that?Please. Tell me one positive thing about him. Money? No. You’re not that sort of a woman. Besides, you already have enough money for both of us. Then why?? What does he have that I don’t? I even look better than him. I love you with all my heart, I dedicate everything I have to you, and then you do this to me? How could you? didn’t you see how much I loved you? Wasn’t that enough?

Speaking of love, years ago I made a promise to myself that I’ll always love you no matter what. I’m sorry. But this is where I draw the line. As soon as your lips touched his on that day in that packed stadium, I felt like somebody had crushed my heart in a vice. It’s kind of numb now. I don’t feel anything there anymore. I’m sorry again. Maybe you are regretting your actions after reading this, but it’s over between us.

I never told you, every year for the last 5 years, I have thrown a party on this day with a huge cake that said ‘Happy Birthday Angel.” Today, I guess I’ll just go out and get drunk. I’m sorry I’m telling you all this so many days after that public display incident. I was in too much pain. Besides, I wanted to end on a positive note. Today seems best. My best wishes for the “good times” you appear to be headed to. And may I also say,

Happy Birthday!


Maria Alvarez

Posted: December 26, 2011 in Movies
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She came out of the shower and sat down in a corner of a Woody Allen  special yellow tinted room wearing just a white towel. She lit the white slender cigarette, took a long drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke as I gazed at her bright innocent eyes in the smoky background. I wished I could actually smell the smoke. Know what she inhaled and exhaled. Bandidas, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Blow …. I’m pretty sure by now it’s clear what we are talking about today. If you haven’t figured it out yet, you need to have your head examined. If you are a guy and you still haven’t figured it out yet, then maybe you need to have some other parts of your body examined as well. The sensational, sensuous, seductive…the heartbeat-stopping, mouth-watering, goosebumps-raising..the living, breathing symbol of elegance, sensuousness, beauty…the woman of my dreams …. Penelope Cruz. The reason why she made it to this post of ours is something that needs explaining.  Well to start with I start admiring a lady’s beauty with her eyes ,  and in this case, the big black eyes along with the beautiful long eyelashes alone make her a subject for paintings. Add to that those beautiful, juicy lips framed by the perfectly shaped jawline. This isn’t supposed to be a page for adults but I frequently find myself wishing I could slowly pour honey on them and…..Her long brown shiny hair looks like it belongs to a princess from a fairy tale. Her body… oh, that skin, that complexion, that neck, those arms, those legs, those legs, those legs, and of course, those firm, yummy,….um, never mind.In short, in my opinion, it’s what a sculptor would imagine a goddess to be. Perfect. Period.

That was a little too much I guess. Sorry. I wasn’t being dirty. What she inspires in me is something…..well, spiritual, if you can believe that. Now I have to admit, writing this is getting tougher  and tougher. Why? Because I often forget to breathe when I’m thinking of her, you jackass. And I’m thinking hard now. My mistake, I thought of Jamon Jamon, chokes me every time. If you haven’t seen it yet, please do. If you are a guy and you haven’t seen it yet, you are an idiot, now please do. If you are married, maybe you shouldn’t. The best part, however,  is yet to come, its her accent . If you have seen Bandidas then you will definitely remember the “my name is Maria Alvarez” .  That beautiful raw spanish pronunciation of the rolling “R” makes me feel like learning the language . Her Spanish accent  acts like a add-on to her voluptuous self   . Her smile will always, always make you smile even if you are in the gloomiest mood. Whenever I see her, I feel a warmth inside me, like I can teleport myself near her, maybe talk to her, maybe….

Anyway, enough of that. About her acting skills… two things :

1. What acting skills?

2. Who the hell cares about her acting skills anyway??

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P.S : THIS IS IMPORTANT : We both have girlfriends. If, after this is published, we are murdered in our beds, you’ll know who, and why.