This blog of mine is dedicated to all the working female
minorities in the world of men.

I know what it is like to work in a patriarch society and what
all we do for success. Every single working female is
surrounded by an average of five male employees and amongst
all, this poor thing finds solace in a group of her alikes. She
forms all girls group to keep guys at bay and equips herself
with cosmetics and stylish clothing for a little social
service, then finally her group tired of so many public
appearences decides to rest in the impregnable fortress that is
rest room. A female rest room is an all girls area and gives
desired privacyfor such groups to indulge in various
activities. Well! please do not think too much I was trying to mention an
innocent photoshoot. It was friday and I went to rest room for
nature calls but decided to stay a while longer. There was one
such group of 'pretty girls', all in pink. I guess that was
their dress code for the day. One of them was posing for a snap
and the other girl was shooting her with a phone camera. The
girl being photographed was wearing a dark pink suit with
bright green border and golden print work, she was being
referred to as Deepika Padukone. Girls took turns for shooting
and they posed as "Om Shanti Om wali Deepika Padukone". All of
them were very happy. Two of them were leaning on the mirror
when I left. I came out smiling and informed all my female
colleagues of the show. They all stormed the venue and scared
the stars.Rest room is like a deep ocean which has a lot to explore. All
the while I had gone there for classified discussions, breaking
news, abusing freely and a few obvious needs. But that day I
realised I was still in shallow while the depths had remained
unexplored and these girls were doing just the same, exploring
the depths.Something I had failed at.Till that day I had seen
several discussions in process, make ups being touched up and
girls giving themselves a long apreciating look. But Friday's
spectacle has left a mark on me. Since then I had waited for
those deepikas to return but they haven't,still the lesson they
taught us remains.

This blog is dedicated to all the movie goers, who watch at least one new release every week.


Disclaimer: This blog expresses my emotions and my own very personal outlook towards the movies, directors or actors I mention here. I do not intend to offend any fans (not the air giving fans). I expresses my deepest consolation to all those who share the same sentiments as mine and my deepest concerns to those who differ.



I also belong to the same breed of movie goers, I speak here of. I watch at least one new release per week or more than that.So these unfortunate events which I mention here started some 1-1.5 month back with the release of 'No Smoking'. I was tired of work all day and I decided to go for night show of legendary movie 'No Smoking'. I was in a jolly good mood and I bought chips and orange juice to accompany me for this upcoming 'awesome' evening. I entered the theatre flashing a smile at doorman but was a bit upset about the fact that I could not
acquire the middle seats. Well at that time I did not know that those seats will only help me survive the catastrophe about to wreck the theatre.

Movie started with handsome John Abraham talking to himself in the mirror. I got the hint that my legendary evening wasn't going to be all that legendary as I had expected but still I
couldn't let go of hope and I opened the packet of chips. As the movie proceeded with unrelated supernatural events. My favourite stars doing all idiotic things and a talented
director turning in to a sadist. The pain became unbearable by the interval and my chips were over too. I relied on the orange juice to survive the shock but that was well distributed among my friends and I got my due share of few drops. After the interval I heard a few people laughing without reason, some crying of pain, children weeping and mobiles ringing. I found solace in my corner seat and decided to have a nap. Well all I want to say is the happiest moment of that evening was the opening of exit doors.

I thought the bad movies were seldom made and I convinced myself that anything like this will not happen in future but history repeated itself with added fury when I went to watch 'Sawariya' inside the theatre I had left the hope of survival and was litrally pulling at my hair when my mom consoled me "Its okay, Honey. all the movies are not like this!!". Is it? I
don't think so and my belief strengthened when i watched 'Goal'. I felt almost dead when Bipasha was trying to seduce John with a very pathetic dialogue "main sundar bhi hu aur main sexy bhi hu!" was john blind? Well after these movies even the thought of movies or cinema hall scares me to death.

I read the feed backs again and again, ask a hell lot of people and do a detailed risk analysis before I buy a 150/- ticket to 'entertainment'. But still there are times when I make mistakes such as 'Aaja Nachle' which could not make my legs move to music but rather empowered them to run out of the cinema in the middle of the movie.

I don't understand why talented directors like Sanjay Leela Bhansali and actors like Madhuri dixit or paresh Rawal are all set to drive people to death. Is India's population such a big threat now?

I really hope the series of unfortunate events would stop but deep down my heart I know once started this never stops.

This blog is dedicated to all those builders who claim to build perfect homes.

Disclaimer: I do not intend to mock builders, neither do I intend to mock the people who buy these homes. I just intend to sympathize with the poor BILLBOARDS who carry the blame of shattering people's dreams.

I was inspired by the considerate billboards put up by these saviors of life(builders) right from Hinjewadi to Aundh, luring the potential buyers from their office to existing houses, ensuring them of everything a man can dream of.The cacophonies emerging from these billboards either boast of "Whistling Balms", "Birla Shagun", or "Ganjawala Icon" and you wonder...am i in Manchester ??

I have noticed them for quite a long time now, almost an year. I recently decided to buy a house on those dream lands of billboards. So here I ll discuss the series of highly disturbing events of hurt and betrayal that followed.

I chose the one called 'wonderland Residency' which pictured a child watching his daddy coming home from office, crossing huge green lawns and lots of flowers. I was flattered and almost finalized the purchase with the billboard. I imagined myself coming back from work through that greenery, breathing in fresh air, my imaginary kids playing in the Field.....
"why do you want to die?", a calm peaceful voice broke the charm. I turned to face an elderly lady with white hair and wrinkles covering her face. "your boyfriend left you? are you heart broken? but suicide is a deadly thing?" she was speaking, but I was too shocked to react.I was standing in the middle of the road, blocking all traffic. "I am sorry" I said and left. Next day I went to the site of 'wonderland Residency'. It was nothing I had imagined it to be, It was in the interiors of a very shabby land and no wonderland. The construction had just started and even the total area of the site wasn't equal to the grounds of my dreams. I enquired if that was it. Yes that was it. Still hopeful I enquired about the green lawns of billboard. "Ah Yes!!" builder said, taking me to a different direction. "This is the place where we ll plant the trees and grass and flowers" he added casually. It was a miserable site, enough space for one flower bed or may be two but surely not worth crossing very happily. also it was on the other end of the society. Feeling betrayed by the high rising ad and exhausted by potholed road and stinking surroundings I came back for another promise on the road of dreams ( aundh to hinjewadi ).

There was another claim, a beautiful building rising beside a stream and the bill board that read "Rising to the astounding peaks of beauty". The name was 'Riverside Homes'. I felt fatigue leaving me and dreams filling up my mind once again as I drove towards the promised paradise...the peak of beauty. The site was actually 'riverside' but so close to the river that it looked as if the building would emerge from the riverbed itself. "What about Monsoons when the water will rise?", I enquired with the bearded person showing me around. "That is the beauty of the place, madam. You can feel Nature at your doorstep. besides this is a small river and it doesn't rain much these days.", he explained in his marathi sprinkled English. Just as I was toying with the idea of watching river flow just below my balcony I spotted a group of ladies washing clothes on the opposite bank. So whatever bill board said wasn't true again, it was not riverside but was in the river itself with 'nature at my doorstep', it wasn't astounding peak of beauty but astounding peak of gloom with stream covered of algae and dogs straying around for food. "It wont be like this. we would clean the area and will plant some trees around." he tried to assure me scratching his beard. By now I began to understand the myth behind those huge pictures displayed with sugar coated claims.

I returned once again but now I noticed them with a different attitude all together. I wasn't dreaming anymore of green lawns or fruit laden trees or clean premises. I did not let my mind wander into expectations of swimming pool and club house. I was looking at them with the possible range of disappointments they were trying to hide. cheerful faces, winning lines and beautiful landscape pictures all mocking in my face. Some said pollution free homes... were they planning to import air and water? Some compared the homes with famous paintings of Leonardo DA Vinci and some claims were exerted with celebrities. But all my eyes could see was bad roads and shabby neighbourhoods. beautiful buildings towering over each other...rising in filth. My trust was badly shattered and I felt frustrated to the point of suicide but just then, face of an elderly lady appeared before my eyes...same elderly lady with white head and wrinkled face. "What if you can not find a nice place to live in? what if there is no fresh air or pure water? Don't feel bad about broken roads.", she was saying is a peaceful tone. I felt relaxed, washed my face and drank some water.

"You are mortal. You will perish one day" she was speaking again. "And all the factors are just working towards the same. broken roads...broken limbs. pollution...poison. filth...illness. So why speed up the process?" she completed and disappeared with the same serene smile.