MOVIE REVIEW - SUNSILK REAL FM

This is the first time I'm doing a film review. I was privileged to have been one of the many bloggers invited by IndiBlogger for a special screening of a film made exclusively for MTV. Multinational biggie HUL and MTV have come together with a unique concept called MTV Films. The concept will feature six films, each made by a distinct Bollywood film-maker and showcasing the philosophies of distinct HUL brands. The screening was held on 21st March 2014, at Courtyard by Marriott, Andheri East.




The series kickstarts with a film titled 'Sunsilk Real FM'. Written and produced by Anurag Basu, the film is directed by actor, writer and theatre personality Akarsh Khurana. The film revolves around Rhea and her friends, Saloni, Natasha and Akanksha. Rhea is the young daughter of the owner of a radio station that has seen better days. The channel enjoys no popularity with listeners, investors have lost faith, finances are bad, content is worse, and the station's employees want a hike without which they want out. Rhea's dad succumbs to pressure and suffers a heart attack. With absolutely zero knowledge about the business, no employees left to fall back on, and her dad hitting the bed, Rhea must keep the station running so as to impress and raise fresh funds from investors. Trust her and her motley gang of friends - the ever energetic and street-smart Natasha, the confused and timid, but reliable Saloni and wannabe journalist Akanksha to keep the station running. They even manage to find help from a 'trying-too-hard-to-be-funny' Chartered Accountant, two goons and an ex-employee, who happens to be Rhea's ex-boyfriend. Together, they come up with an amazing idea for content on Independence Day, wherein they play songs from all the states in India. They also fend off opposition from disgruntled ex-employees and a cop known to cause trouble. Saloni, who we eventually learn is a good singer, brings up the climax with a wonderful song that sweeps listeners off their feet and fetches the station the services of a once-popular RJ, new-found loyalty from listeners, social change, interest from investors and a new deal from Sunsilk. Most of all, it brings joy to Rhea's dad.

The story is a tad unrealistic, what with the girls learning the business in barely six hours and doing in a single day what professionals couldn't do in years. However, this can be forgiven on grounds of creative license and on the premise that the story delivers important lessons on hope, determination, out-of-the-box thinking and courage. The movie tries its best to deliver socially relevant messages going all out against discrimination, racism, regionalism and emotional bondage. The final scene where Saloni's over-protective father expresses his love and pride in her was touching. The Chartered Accountant's jokes really cracked me up, even where the intention was to portray him as a horrible comic. Another thing what was a refreshing change was the fact that the director did not dwell too much on the love interest angle of the protagonists, instead leaving it to the imagination of the viewers. The only major disappointment in the screenplay was the done-to-death "Tumne mujhe bhaiyya kaha? Oh Didi!" scene.

The music is earthy and rustic, barring the song picturised on Saloni's character. Most of the songs are devoid of too many instruments, replying merely on acoustic guitars and bongos, probably to give it a realistic feel. However, unplugged songs work for me only if the vocals are really good. Nevertheless, some of the songs had really catchy tunes, and MTV would do well to create full-fledged and refined studio versions of these songs.

The actors have all done their job well. Veteran Benjamin Gilani renders a controlled performance as the owner of the radio station. Malhaar Rathod as Rhea is composed and pretty. Preetika Chawla as the street-smart Natasha is superb. But the actor who gives a thumbs up performance is Abeer Abrar, who plays the shy, timid and extremely likeable Saloni. The actor playing the funny Chartered Accountant is also very good.

All in all, the film is one with a message and should appeal to the youth.

The film premieres on Sunday 23rd May at 7 pm. you might be able to watch the repeat telecast at other points during the month.

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MOMS SAY THE DARNDEST THINGS

I've grown up as a Momma's boy. During my teenage years, my mom was always protective about me, and always telling me what to do and what not to do. But I never complained. I kinda liked the attention and the thought that someone cared so much about me.

Today, I'm in my early thirties. I became a Father of a handsome lil boy this November. But I realise that I'm still Momma's boy (or so she thinks). She still says things to me that she would when I was a teenager. Some of these things are really embarassing, especially when said in public.

The following are some things that, although some bystanders might go "aww" listening to, moms should NEVER EVER say to their grown-up 'kids' in public:-


  • In front of a guest whom you've already greeted - "Did you say hello to Uncle?"
  • Before you sit down for breakfast - "Did you brush your teeth?"
  • When you're sitting among friends in a casual setting - "Comb your hair"
  • At dinner time during a wedding reception - "ENOUGH!!! Don't eat more! You'll become more fat."
  • At a New Years' party, in front of a friend of hers - "Did you wish Aunty Happy New Year?"
  • At lunch with relatives - "Wash your hands before eating."
  • While you're talking to your bachelor friend on the phone, she might exclaim in a not-so-discreet tone - "Is that Rohan on the line? Why isn't he getting married??"
  • When you're struggling with a runny nose at a get-together - "Don't sniff like that! Go blow your nose!"
  • Anywhere there's half the human race gathered - "Come ___________!" (fill in the blanks with the most embarassing pet-name that your mom calls you by.

Has anyone been through worse? Awaiting your comments. Maybe it'll make me feel better :p

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DIARY OF A FAT MAN - CONDITION SERIOUS HAI


2nd January 2014

Dear Diary,
On New Year's Eve, I committed the mistake of suggesting the idea of New Year's Resolutions to Wifey dear. To top it off, I told her my resolution was to lose at least 10 kgs. I thought she'd like the joke, but forgot that it's the Patni who decides what's a joke and what's not. Since morning, she's been keeping a strict tab on my input food intake. In the beginning, it felt cute, but now it feels like my every move is being watched. I'm afraid...very very afraid. Whoever thought she'd get so serious about my joke? Condition serious hai Bhidu!

9th January 2014

Dear Diary,
It was my birthday today. Wifey got together with my parents and planned a surprise birthday party for me. They got me a beautiful cake with lotsa chocolate and cream. There couldn't have been a more cruel gesture. Thanks to my wife's diet regimen (for me, of course), I only got to cut my cake. The eating domain was reserved only for the family. Dinner was mutton dum biryani for them and sprouts salad for me. I don't even know how to pronounce salad properly. I have a strong sense that Wifey has taken Mom aboard on her no-good mission. I ain't liking this at all. Bada serious maamla hai!

19th January 2014

Dear Diary,
Wifey has bought a brand new measuring tape, the one that carpenters use. The previous one was shorter than my belt she says - not that I cared. She also told me that she wants to buy an electronic weighing scale, after the old analog one showed that I'd managed to restrict my weight to 120 kgs. Wifey said something about the analog scale's maximum capacity being 120 kgs, but I don't understand what that means. Things are getting worse day by day for me. This weight-loss programme is turning out to be a huge burden on my finances - so what if we saved costs on 2 litres of oil and 5 kg of aata this month?

27th January 2014

Dear Diary,
I hate green tea! I hate green tea! I hate green tea! I HATE GREEN TEA!!!!!

5th February 2014

Dear Diary,
Wifey dear bought me a nice and cosy exercise mat. Pink was not the colour I was looking for, but I guess I'll ignore the shade for the comfort it gives. I reckon lying on the floor with my bag of buttered popcorn watching football would be much more fun with this mat. By the way, Wifey thinks I'm using it to do ab-crunches, and is dreaming of a six-pack by the end of this month. In my opinion, a sleeker family-pack would be more like it. Time for my evening snack. Catch you later!

18th February 2014

Dear Diary,
I've forgotten what chicken tastes like. I miss ice-cream. Has Pepsi come out with a new flavour in the past month? I want chocolate! Lemme go grab my evening snack!

23rd February 2014

Dear Diary,
Wifey's electronic weighing scale says I'm 118 kgs now. After all the hard work, this is what I get? Just 2 kgs lost? This is insane. The b#@*h is lying I tell you, stupid no-good machine! I could bet I saw WIFEY sob inconsolably as she picked up the phone and dialled my Mom's number. I really don't know where I've gone wrong. I think resolutions and me don't get along too well, huh? Condition bada SERIOUS hai, I tell you. Anyway, time for my evening snack. Does wifey know? Nah! It's our lil secret. Cadbury 5 Star is awesome, Jo Khaaye Kho Jaye!

Five per day is okay, right?

This post is written for Indiblogge'sr Cadbury Five Star contest - #Condition Serious Hai.



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LOVE YOU, PENNY

Kunal adjusted his glasses. Shaili's face was glowing. Maybe it was the smile on her face that gave it the glow, he couldn't decide.

The evening had been perfect so far. Both of them had dressed well, the table had been booked well in advance, she didn't keep him waiting long, the restaurant had great ambiance, the starters and main course were superb, their drink was good. Hell, even the PDA Shaili had been showering on him had been superb.

"So", he said, picking up his wine glass, "You still upset about missing that BIG SALE of yours?" He took a small sip.

She nodded her head sideways and gave him a shy smile. "Naah", the tone was shy and meek. "I'm glad we came here."

"Think about it. All we'd be doing at that sale was running around half the time checking out stuff, and then spending the other half in those long billing queues. We'd never get to spend quality time together."

"Yeah", she said feebly, "You're my smart cutie pie, that's what you are."

He took another sip and gave her a smile. "You're a real sweetheart, d'ya know that? Thank you for agreeing to come here."

"I'm sorry sweety", she turned her gaze downwards, "I shouldn't have argued with you. I didn't know this would turn out to be such a wonderful evening".

"Any place with you by my side is wonderful baby", he said and kissed her hand, "Any place where we get to spend time with each other...talking...or simply gazing into each other's eyes."

"Next Valentine's can we go to the Ritz?"

"Aww babe, I told you, that place gets crowded too soon. Trust me, it wouldn't have been fun waiting for our turn."

"Hmm", she swept the kiss-curls off her forehead, "I really wanted to watch that movie, first day first show".

"Yeah, right, sit next to each other in a dark room and stare into a huge screen. what fun, no?", he chuckled.

She felt guilty again. "I'm sorry sweetu, this evening was the best I've had in months."

"I love you Shaili", he said and kissed her hand again.

"Let's go hun, it's getting late", she said. Then she waved her hand out in the direction of the chap who had waited on them, "Check please!"

"Why don't you go to the washroom and freshen up? I'll take care of the bill in the meantime.", he gave her the cutest smile he'd given in years.

"Okay, see you in a couple of minutes", she said as she trudged away in the direction of the ladies washroom.

Kunal quickly made his way to the billing counter. He pulled out his wallet, produced a paper cut-out from it and plonked it on the counter.

"Here's the coupon. 50% off, right?"


INFLATION IS A GREAT LEVELLER

Wishing You All A Very Happy Valentine's Day!

Cheers


  

IF WISHES WERE BIKES

It was raining meteors and asteroids. Jagan strained his eyes, trying hard to get a glimpse of the roads through the rain-splattered windows. The office was on the third floor. His eyes moved back to the laptop on his work desk. The system clock showed the time - 6:10 pm it said. He peered over to the work desk across his. Shruti was still there.

"Hey...erm..Shruti", he managed to say in a hesitant tone, "It's raining heavily. You still wanna wait back?"

"Umm...yeah", she said, her eyes fixed on the window. "Got a lot of work to do. I'll wait for an hour...hopefully it'll stop raining by then."

"Well...I'm leaving right now...you could join me in my car. I could drop you home."

"No yaar, it's fine...you go ahead", she said, with a sheepish smile.

"Aww c'mon. You could work from home. You don't wanna end up like a bheegi billi in this city. You know how unsafe this city is these days". He crossed his fingers, hoping she'd agree without a long debate.

"Hmm....alright. Gimme a couple of minutes to freshen up and pack my stuff."

Jagan smiled to himself. This was turning out to be a dream come true. He'd had the hots for Shruti since a year now. But the most time he'd so far spent with her alone would be around a minute at best at the water cooler, just exchanging pleasantries. Now was his chance to spend a lot of 'quality' time with her. The ride back home would be a good hour-long one, which could be extended with a few strategic speed adjustments. His brain starting flooding with ideas.

"I'm ready, let's go", she said, interrupting the devil's workshop.

He picked up his stuff and they went down to the parking lot. In a minute, they were in the car and on the wet road.

Paying absolutely no heed to the heavy plonking of raindrops on the windshield, Jagan mustered up a few words of conversation, "So...erm...you live alone in this city?"

"Yeah. Anyway we spend all our day at work, no? All I need is a place to play my head in the nights and to store my stuff, so it's all fine", she smiled.

"But this place you stay in...", he looked at the desolate road in front of him. "It's really God-forsaken, dontcha think? Can't see a soul here. How long to your hostel from here?"

"About 10 minutes, and then we'll get back to some trace of human existence", she winked.

"Don't you get scared?"

She shook her head, "I have a roomie."

"Oh...what about the other aspects of your life? Do you party during weekends?"

"Naw...I hate parties. I'd rather spend the whole weekend catching up on some rest or reading stuff. Plus, I have my roomie to chill out with."

"Seriously? You don't party? What about your love life?" he began to get intrusive. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nah!", she laughed, "Don't have time for relationships. You know where we work, right?"

They both laughed. Jagan smiled a little extra to himself at the lack of competition.

Suddenly, they heard a weird sound. The car started wobbling.

Jagan instinctively knew what this was, but he didn't tell. He smiled discreetly. 'The tyre couldn't have chosen a better time to get punctured.', he thought to himself, smacking his lips in anticipation. His mind veered to scenes from tacky Bollywood masala movies.

Rainy night - punctured tyre - stranded couple - wet bodies - scary thunder claps - shady motel room - hormones out of control - clothes peeling off - action between the sheets. His mind went into overdrive.

"Jagan!" he was woken out of his wet dream by Shruti. "What was that sound? Why did you stop? Is everything..."

"Bad luck Shruti, the tyre's punctured."

"Ohhh...what are you gonna do now?"

"Is there a motel nearby?"

"Huh?"

"We can't stay all night inside the car, when it's raining outside, no?"

She laughed out loud. "Dude, my hostel's just a couple of kilometres away."

"Yeah, but how on earth are we..."

Before he could finish his sentence, she yanked out her phone and called someone.

"Baby, where are you? I'm stuck in the rain. On the old service road...yeah...just a couple of kilometres away...tyre punctured baby..."

"Hey...who's that you're speaking to?"

He had his answer earlier than he'd like to. In less than 3 minutes, a strapping guy arrived on a bike. Sandesh his name was, or something like that. Jagan didn't want to remember. He was her roomie she said.

And never in his life was he ever gonna forget swallowing what he thought was a heavy heart, while watching the couple speed away on that bike, leaving him all alone to fend for himself in the rain.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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