Sunday 13 August 2023

Caption the pic - Corporate Humor

 

Uncle at office tournament where all bowlers report into him....🤭🤭


CTC vs Take home pay...🤭🤭





Sunny Deol after performance appraisal....🤭🤭 


Mentor after the new joiner he trained goofs up....🤭🤭


Veteran employee on zoom app ruining his chances of an offshore trip....🤭🤭


Sunday 26 December 2021

 Majburi hai Bhai, Kya Karien!


If there is any truth to the recent grapevine, we hear that Sooraj Bore-jatya was recently spotted outside the office of Karan So-her's Har-ma Productions. It is believed that the duo met to discuss a script written by the former which he wished to release under the banner of the latter.


As someone who grew up in the 90's to movies from these two legends, I've always wondered what the storyline would look like if these two folklores collaborated for their next.


Although, one can never be sure of the actual outcome, just like the gender of Karan So-her (unless it is released or revealed), a sneak peek into the conversation between the two legends discussing perhaps the plot, is as under:


Disclaimer: Please excuse the occasional uninvited phone calls to Karan So-her (KS) from various directors seeking investment from Her-ma productions, during the narration by Sooraj Bore-jatya (SB).


"Radheshyam and Yash Raichand were childhood friends", SB begins narrating the plot to KS.


"Were? Are they no more?" KS exclaims!


"No, no... hold your horses KS. It's just the beginning" SB continues with the narration.


"Radheshyam is from a typical Indian family who as the supreme head with kindness running down his nervous system has managed to keep the lamp of Indian Sanskriti burning even as families in his own neighborhood are busy streaming Four shots more, Please! & Lust Stories on the OTT platform. Radheshyamji decided to remain a virgin for life, or atleast the viewers are made to believe so (initially) and assume the responsibility of raising Prem & Ganga, who lost their parents (close family aide of Radheshyam) at an early age, in a tragic accident. Despite all the surrounding turbulence that defy all Indian sensibilities, Ganga is raised as a young girl who grows up reciting aarties twice a day, preparing meals thrice a day and watching atleast four sops a day. This Ganga, unlike the Ganga of Khalnayak fame, is pavithra like the Holy Ganga with the only source of wickedness being the vamps from daily sops of Ekta Kapoor where every family has atleast one if not more. Prem, on the other hand is blessed with strong financial support unlike the million others of his age who are deprived of basic education for the want of money. Yet, he settles for an MBA due to his limited mental competency and is so far doing good in overseeing the family business of chip manufacturing which is now their primary source of wealth and occasional vacations in Europe."


"One would expect Radheshyam's life to be good, if not perfect with little to worry about. What is this you are up to Sooraj, a social awareness documentary?" KS says as he looks disinterested.


"Look KS, my audience is the middle class, my milk & paper vendor, my maid, my groceries supplier and my son's school teachers etc. It may sound like social awareness, but it's not" SB tries to calm down KS


Just as SB is about to continue, he is interrupted by a phone call to KS. It's apparently from Rakesh Lotion (RL)


"Hello Mr. Lotion, how are you doing?" KS says, as he answers the call.


Voice at the other end: "I'm fine Karan, thanks for enquiring. I just called to check if you would be interested in my next venture. I've even narrowed down on the title. It's called Kaho Naa Bekaar Hai."


"RL, but the name is so wired. Are you sure it's even got anything to do with the plot?" KS asks.


RL: "Yes, very much KS. See the story is about a hero who eventually turns out to be incapable of anything, as in anything at all, not even woo his lady, he just cannot, because it's not possible. I mean, who can understand this better than you KS?  Hence the name"


KS: "So, you think this is funny Mr. Lotion. Sorry but I'm not interested"


KS disconnects the call in a fit of anger, but tries not to show it. "I'm sorry SB, let's get back to where you were."


SB pretends as if he didn't hear anything and continues.


"So, the biggest tension in Radheshyamji's life is planning the wedding of Ganga, who notwithstanding her Livpure upbringing, endorsed by none other than the God himself, is a Manglik and if this was not enough, she is also a patient of dementia (medical term for short term memory loss). So grim is Ganga's mental problem that she is often shown staring at Radheshyamji with a look as if she had seen him commit a heinous crime , but is just unable to fully recollect given her mental state."


"To elucidate what led to Ganga's short term memory loss, the story moves into flashback where Ganga and Prem are shown in their juvenile stage hopping and playing joyously in their courtyard, along with half a dozen more children, who presumably have now grown up only to find themselves in troubled & complex relationships like the ones in Shakun Khatra's next titled 'Gehraiyaan', which you have already funded KS"


"Yes, it was too late before I realized this mistake SB. If it wasn't for Deepika Sadhu-kaun, I would've never committed a penny in there. Anyway, you continue" sighs KS.


"Ok, so Radheshyam, Dindayal (Prem & Ganga's legitimate father) and Yash Raichand are shown as close friends, who met occasionally at Dindayal's mansion to enjoy the gajar ka halwa or the motichoor ke laddu, homemade by Lajwanti (Dindayal's legitimate wife and biological mother of Prem & Ganga). Yash Raichand, is the legal heir of a business tycoon who owns more Castles than the number of walls in an average Indian's home, flies private jet and gives away Maseratis and Lamborghinis as gifts. Yash, was young & was looking out for a suitable match or atleast we portray it so"


"In an unfortunate turn of events, Dindayal & his wife, Lajwanti meet with an accident and are both declared dead. Radheshyam & Yash Raichand perform the last rites and Radheshyam decides to take home Prem & Ganga to raise them up just as Dindayal & Lajwanti had wished."


"With Lajwanti no more to make gajar ka halwas and motichoor ke laddus, one would've expected the frequency of visits paid by Yash to decrease. But, in a twist of events, the opposite seems to have happened. The occasional visits became more frequent and Yash seemed to spend more time with Radheshyam raising eyebrows of everyone around, Prem & Ganga included."


Just when KS was about to interrupt SB here, his phone rang again. It was a call from Sanjay Rangeela Mawali (SRM).


KS: "Hello Sanjay, how are you?" KS answered the call with his usual greeting.


Voice on phone: "Hello Karan, so grateful of you to ask. I'm good. I know you are a busy man or whatever. So, without wasting too much of your precious time, let me get straight to my point. I thought it'd be great if you could be a part of my next project"


KS: "Thanks SRM for being clear about the value of my time while I ignore the rest of that statement. But I think you'd rather make a good interior designer than a good film maker, because you clearly cannot think beyond Deepika Sadhu-kaun & Run-veer (u) Stink. Hope you realize that people have long stopped watching your films after that blue film (Saawariya) you made more than a decade ago."


SRM: "Yes KS, I think you are somewhere right. Which is exactly why I have a totally different plot this time. Mind giving it an ear for a quick minute?"


KS: "Try your luck SRM"


SRM: "Oh thanks, so sick & tired of making period dramas featuring two opposite sexes, I'm planning to make a movie this time on same sexes. How about sequel of your blockbuster Dostana? Dostana 2"


KS: "I knew this was coming...sorry SRM, thanks, but can I call you later? Really got to go now"


The frustration of KS' face is pretty evident now. But that's what distinguishes a great man from the ordinary. OOPS, did I just say man? SB quietly thinks in his mind.


KS forgets what he was about to ask SB, so tells him to continue anyway.


SB, is a little tensed now, because he is not sure if he should continue narrating the rest or stand up and leave. He decides to give it a try. So he continues.


"So, as you can see, Yash visited Radheshyam more frequently and as days passed by, one only wondered if this was developing into a relationship like the one between Sameer Acharya (Abhishek Bachpan) & Kunal Chauhan (John Ab-reham kar) in, Dostana. Prem & Ganga always felt awkward with the way Radheshyam & Yash behaved, especially when no one was around them."


KS, starts to sense what SB is up to. But somehow, decides not to react until he is formally told about what otherwise seemed pretty evident by now. So he lets SB continue


"Ganga finally decides to enlighten her curiosity. She notices Radheshyam & Yash move together quietly into what she was told was a 'closed door meeting' to discuss sensitive business matters. She was perhaps too young to understand the need for closed door business meetings but the words 'closed doors' & 'sensitive' began to ring bells in her head given what she had been noticing in the last few months. She is quick to react and reaches the roof top which opened to pent roof of one of the windows of that 'closed door' room. She manages to climb down the pent roof and bows down to oversee the meeting go live. Minutes later, Prem is seen rushing Ganga on a stretcher to a hospital as she had had a fall from the pent roof which apparently was up 3 floors from the ground level. She had fallen on her head first and the doctors were reported to have said that while they would try to save her life, nothing could be said about her state of mind immediately."


KS gives SB a naughty smile and says, "I'm impressed SB. You are indeed a genius. Go on!"


SB meanwhile takes a deep breath and looks like he had just tamed a hungry tigress by his bare palms.


"After a few months of intense Medicare, Ganga is discharged from the hospital. But doctors confirm that she will continue to suffer from dementia (a mental state with short term memory loss) and may not remember things exactly the way she'd seen or heard. Yash & Radheshyam consider this as a blessing in disguise and decide to part ways immediately after Ganga is discharged. To this date, Ganga is trying to recollect what she'd seen from the window that day just before the fall. Meanwhile, Yash decides to relocate to one of his several inherited Castles in London and is not heard of until well, not very late."


"The flashback ends and Prem is re-introduced in his full adulthood driving cars on random pavements and hunting black bucks. The hardness of his physical attributes is however, inversely proportional to the softness of his inner soul. He often melts and gets emotional at the thought of Bhartiya Nari thinking of her as kisi ki bahu, beti and behen (cleverly ignoring the other possibilities as if they dint exist). Meanwhile, Yash Raichand is back in India but still not seen anywhere in the vicinity of Radheshyamji, fearing you know what. He, however stays with two children, Rohit and Pooja. Rohit, almost the same age as Prem, has just returned from London after his masters in psychology. Pooja on the other hand studied Engineering from the Imperial College of London and is currently studying Indian Culture at a local institute. She is ultra modern and is almost always seen in costumes like the ones only actresses on big screens wear for economic gains"


Just as KS recollects the biological capabilities of Yash and wonders who the real parents of Rohit & Pooja are, there's another call.


Voice on the call: "Hello, this is Aditya Chokra (AC). How are you Karan?"


KS: "Hey AC, I'm good. I know the only two occasions you call me, now that you have Rani Bhukkadji is either to humiliate me of my incapability or seek investment for your brother, Uday Chokra. But, let me tell you one thing, I'm paid more for preventing him from acting than you can possibly guarantee me by giving him another chance."


AC: "Haha, majburi hai bhai kya karein! So you are straight, but not so straight. But, if you have 2 minutes, I can summarize the plot. Who knows you may like it too."


KS: "I wish you knew what I have gone through already today. And if you weren't from the Chokra's, I would've given up by now. But since you are privileged, you can try" 


AC: "Ok, so ever since Raj Aryan took over the Gurukul and renamed it as Guru-cool, his faith in the love, the one that he once vowed to die for, has shaken after he recently caught two boys make love in the hostel room and at once fired them. One of them, by the name Gaymunde (played by Uday) vows to make a comeback and fight Raj Aryan hoping to succeed just because Raj Aryan did, in the original version. Will he succeed? Will he find his lost love again? To know this, come, fall in love, but don't ask with whom!"


KS: "AC, I don't blame you for not warning you, but for the love of the lord, tell me that you are not serious. And let me be the way I'm."


KS disconnects the call in a fit of anger. SB gives a quick look at the venom in KS' eyes and continues.


"Prem, on his way to hunt for his prey, comes across some not so good guys ribbing and eve teasing Pooja who is on the way to her college. Prem crushes the rogues as if they were recycling waste and lends his shirt to Pooja which is big enough to cover her atleast twice as much as her original dress did. Pooja, who had been pinning for her love to come, immediately falls in love with Prem and stops wearing western outfits. She of course, wears only sari which personifies her as the typical Bhartiya Nari.


"Meanwhile, Radheshyamji is informed by his sources (actually an agent sent by Yash) of Rohit, for treating Ganga's dementia. Radheshyamji invites Rohit home to treat Ganga, who instantly falls for him. The doctor and patient are left alone in a room for some serious diagnosis and consultation. So profound is Ganga's love for Rohit, that she whispers in a low tone, with her downcast eye to Rohit - "Suniye ji, why did you agree to come here and treat me?"


Rohit, who had excelled in academics all his life, never feared public speech and even treated some serious cases of retards, is left numb at this question from Ganga.  All he could manage to say is this:


Majburi hai bhai, kya karein!"


Just as KS tries to control is laughter on hearing Rohit's reply, his phone rings again. It's a call from Blow-it Shetty. With so many questions from this plot already lingering in his mind, he decides to disconnect the call even without answering it.


Will Rohit and Ganga tie the Knot? Will Pooja convince Radheshyamji to accept her as their ghar ki bahu? Who are Rohit's & Pooja's biological parents anyway? Will Yash & Radheshyamji meet again, and more importantly, meet alone again? Will Ganga ever be able to regain memory of what she had seen that day?


For all this, watch "Majburi hai Bhai, kya karien!"

Saturday 12 August 2017

A Rendezvous with Self


Saturday late night, moving uneasily on bed with mobile in one hand. Like always, the entire screen space is occupied with a glowing face of perhaps the most beautiful girl and more precisely her beautiful smile. Suddenly with the sound of a beep and flimsy vibration, a message flashes on my screen…

Manish: Hi….. I know this sounds kinda weird…….but I am you, just wanted to see if you are awake….had something to ask you.

Yeah right. He's me and I am Shah Rukh Khan. Someone was trying to be very funny……there’s only one person who knows me more than I know myself and she, so far as I now believe, is already tired of being me…..so this new “Mr.Me” must be some kind of a poor joke…..

I type back. Yes Manish (though I almost instantly typed "yes a** h***"). Nice joke. Now tell me who are you?

Manish: I told you, this is going to sound crazy, but trust me I am actually “you”…. I don’t know how this is happening but somehow I’m being able to speak to you through this chat……..and I want to ask you just one thing……What is it that you are worried about so much?

Damn. How can someone be so excruciating…..poking nose into other’s personal life like this.

Me: Listen Manish or whoever you are…..if you are thinking that its late Saturday night and that I must be drunk and that you can make a fool of me……you better know that I don’t drink……now just buzz off.

Manish: Wait wait……..just hold on…..Ok, I have proof…... I am sending you a pic……no-one else has this pic, atleast none in your circle…..Well, It feels strange to say “your” because your circle is mine too……..See this pic. Recognize the guy?

Holy smoke….!!!......That’s me…..un-freaking believable ………how the hell did he!

Me: Jeeeeeez, I don’t know how on earth you did this…..or what in the name of Deepu is happening……just tell me what exactly do you want to know about me?……by the way Mr.Me, isn’t it dumb on your part to claim yourself as “me” on one hand and ask something about “me” on the other……you must be some direct descendent of Arnab Goswamy I guess….lol…….

Manish: Remember, whatever you say about me applies to you....so stop making fun of yourself, and come to the point...

Me: Wow, now that’s like me……impressive! But, I don’t think my problem warrants this.....Why do you think something is wrong with me?

Manish: Let’s see……you’ve been deprived of sleep for about a month now, have hardly spoken, refuse to eat….just the mention of her name infuriates you…just a thought about any association with her perturbs you….you are………

Me: Stop. Don't say a word more about her……just tell me why should I tell you about my problem? If you are indeed me, you are likely to not have the solution to my problem either….so where’s the point?

Manish: Agreed….I may not have the solution, but wasn’t it you who believed that sharing (talking about) your problem helps you feel better…..remember what Rancho said in 3 idiots? “It may not solve the problem, but it will give you the courage to face it…..”. So go on.

Me: Ah, I am not a big fan of Bollywood movies, yet I think I'll tell you, but I need a pact…..promise me that it will remain only between us……I don’t want you to kill me when I am already dying……

Manish: Agreed. But look at you…..you look so weak and drained….

Me: I lost the only friend I had, what do you expect?

Manish: Relax, try and have control over your emotions. Why do you get carried away with the outcomes so easily, no wonder you are so weak…wake up, just do what you are supposed to do….it’s not your job to think about the outcomes…….

Me: Oh please, don’t mind but that sounds Lord Krishna in Bhagvad Geeta……I have a great regard for the Geeta and I truly respect everything that’s in it….but trust me life is not Geeta and I’m not Arjun. Truth is bitter and the truth is that she has decided to end it….

Manish: Ok so? Did she ever tell you that she will not?

Me: Yeah right, so now even you are blaming it on me…..

Manish: It’s not about blaming you, all I’m saying is she has a life too, if she wants to keep you away from it, it's her call….why are you having a problem with it? You’ve always respected all her decisions till date, why not this one?

Me: I never said I have a problem with her decision…….what’s killing me is the way she is doing it….I mean come on….… she’s been so nice to me all these years, why now is she treating me like an outsider?......

Manish: You know, it's inspired by Sank's philosophy.....It’s just their way of dealing with it….what is so complicated in it for you to understand….things could’ve been much worse…

Me: It’s not that I don’t understand…..ok let me ask you something…..Am I wrong in expecting her to tell me about her decision? Why then was I trying to convince her all these years when I wanted to end it? I could’ve also simply done what she’s now doing….But I always told myself that I will not let leave her until she is convinced that I must let her go….why then is she doing this to me now?

Manish: Aren’t you expecting people to be like you when you say that? Why should they be so? And as I said, it’s just their way of dealing with it…....I’d appreciate if you concentrate on what has been communicated rather than how it has been communicated……

Me: Man, you must be some kind of a spiritual guru……I just hope your consultancy charges are within my limits….do you accept part payments?

Manish: Ha ha ha….don’t worry, this is not my business…..I told you all this because you are very dear to me….which is why I’m you….my job is to take care of you and believe me so long as you stand by the truth I will never let anyone harm you….

Me: Sounds good…. can I just say how impressed I am with your commitment to help me…..and in that spirit can I ask you one more question about her?

Manish: Well, that may attract a premium…..lol…..go ahead…

Me: Do you think we will be friends ever again? I miss her.

Manish: I am sorry to have to break this to you….but I don’t think she will agree to it. What she is doing is actually good for her life coz to her mind, your company only complicates a lot of things for her now.

Me: Excuse me, but can your care to explain?

Manish: It means “No”. You people are not meant to be together again because your backgrounds and your sensibilities (the ones you people are still not aware of) will pre-program you to take different paths. Plus let’s face it......you don’t have the brains which in her opinion is the primary criteria of consideration for a good friend, nor do you have a dashing physique which she would insist in a guy to protect her if she dashed into someone by mistake……let alone the cash and the style…….your time will be spent better watching football, reading a book, doing creative writing…..that’s all you are worthy of…..

Me: Do you even have emotions? Anyway, good that you reminded me.....I gotta go now… watch a football match; it’s too good to miss Messi in action, that too in semis of Champions League.....

Manish: I’m sorry again but Messi is going to be called off in the first half today….

Me: I bet you don’t know about football as much as you know about me……buzz off….

40 minutes later…..five minutes before the whistle for first half….(in the match between Barcelona and Bayern Munich), there’s a signal for replacement…..Messi Out, Pedro In…….

Holy Moly…..!!!

I searched for my phone…..and typed….

Me: Hi, you there?


As I waited for his reply, I looked up his status message....it read...

"Inspired by the Sank philosophy...Description: 😊"


Tuesday 8 April 2014

The Great Escape!


The Great Escape!

Robberies, so far  have been a thing only in books or in movies for me…..but to feature as a protagonist in such an incident, trust me you’ve got to have balls….may be made of iron or something……

It’s half past two in the morning. I got off a private bus heading towards Delhi from Salasar (Lord Hanuman’s Temple). My campus is one and a half kms from the halt. Our University is generous enough to provide cabs for students visiting/returning from long trips, but this simply wasn't my day. Thanks to the ongoing book fest at Jaipur, all cabs had already been booked for travel to the fest by the dogma hungry students of our college. 

I looked at the desolated lane. Scary thoughts about the gang that held passers by in the night flashed past my mind. Since I was returning from a holy place, I somehow, gathered the strength to begin my walk towards the campus with a hint of courage within me. Something was telling me that nothing bad was going to happen notwithstanding the horrific tales I had heard about the operations of this notorious gang. 

I had walked just a few yards and the inevitable happened. I heard a bike nearing me from behind. Even before I could turn around to look, I felt a rock solid palm hold my shirt collar from the rear. The man on bike, fully clad in a quilt appeared like a typical baddie from a low budget Bollywood film. I froze completely with my heart quivering like a trapped chicken and beating at a pace faster than the F1 cars. 

Shiver ran through my spine as he spoke with a heavy voice. As he spoke, he scanned through me from top to bottom. Girls should, perhaps, learn a lesson from my episode. It's sometimes beneficial not to put on too many valuables. I just had a golden ring (in my ring finger) and a Rado watch that could qualify as valuables. Thanks to my winter clothing, my gloves covered the ring and the full sleeved sweater covered the watch. 

"Kaha se aariyo hai?" he asked 

When you have a Gabbar like hand on ur neck, I bet u, can even comprehend Greek.

"Salasar Mandir." I said, hoping that the mention of Mandir would change his mind of hurting me.

He got off the bike and started moving around me slowly. I wondered if I should declare all my assets even before he asked for them.

"Pisa kittha hai?" he asked. Gabbar looked in a hurry with no interest in my ornaments or mobile phones and wanted only cash.  

I thought if I should invent stories to tell him how I had run out of cash and that I had nothing left........but even before I could think, my hand reached my wallet and within a blink it shifted hands and was now in his hands. As he emptied all of the cash in it, we saw another man approaching us. I saw him and couldn't believe it. He screamed at us and our Gabbar dropped my wallet, got on his bike and drove in the opposite direction. Tingles of relief ran down my spine. Krishna had come to save Draupadi or should I say Hanuman had come to save Sita as I was returning from Salasar. 

What followed after that was rather more expected. My savior accompanied me till the campus gate and warned me of undertaking such dangerous stints. 

I deserve to be punished (for whatever I'm doing) and am thankful to God that this has so far been the worst form of punishment I have served!









Monday 14 October 2013

Sher - O - Shayari


[Disclaimer: This poetry is adapted from the verse originally written by Saleem Kausar and anyone apprehensive about it or desirous of labeling it as plagiarism is free to do so. Like I care..........]  


Saturday 14 September 2013

Chennai Express - Review



Disclaimer: All characters in this film are insane and have been robbed of their sanity for most part of their allotted screen time and resemblance to any person with even slightest of astute thinking abilities is purely coincidental.

SRK, whom history will remember for creating magic in DDLJ delivered this blooper when he tried to adapt his old version of lover boy image in his old age now, as a lover boy again! As if this wasn’t enough, even the plot is the same as it was 18 years ago in DDLJ.

SRK plays the role of Rahul (only he can laugh at jokes that are as old as the mummies) who at the tender age of 40 reunites with two of his insane friends (recall the disclaimer). So innocent is Rahul that he concurs with their philosophy that waters at a random beach in Goa eventually flow into the holy rivers of Rameshwaram hence it is perfectly fine to immerse the ashes (of the dead, considered as a part of last rites) in the beaches of Goa rather than travel all the way to Rameshwaram. God seemed to be the only sane character in the movie who decides to bring a twist in the life of innocent Rahul, who meets another bunch of insane people (Meenamma, the female protagonist of the film included) in a train to Chennai, Chennai Express, hence the movie name Chennai Express. Brilliant no?

Of course putting the blame of the entire blunder on such sequences would be like blaming one mortgage defaulter for the entire financial crisis of 2008. The movie would’ve ended in the 15th minute or so, had the colossus guards of Meenamma’s father cum don, who looked like African Sumos rather than guards of a don, thrown our hero out of the train just as they threw a Nokia Lumia and the TC (yes, you read that right, the TC of the train) as if they were wrappers of chocolates or peels of banana. But, no. They are ingenious people who will not only embrace the hero but also escort him to their Godfather. Why? Because torture Abhi Baki hai mere dost!                .

As I sat through this mess of a movie, I could see several instances that validated the insanity of Rahul as a 40 year old (for e.g. in one of the scenes he admits to it himself by saying “don’t underestimate the common of a power man” instead of “don’t underestimate the power of a common man”). But the real pain was the acumen of the Don (Meenamma’s father). So powerful is he and his army of tribal men who look like the haunted spirits of a Butt’s (ooops sorry, a Bhatt’s) flick, that his daughter has mastered the art of eloping(“bhagne mein mereko bahooot experrrience”). The real proof of his brilliance lies in his decision to choose the groom (for her daughter) based on the muscle power of the top contenders, as if she was a medallion of the Olympics.

The sheer loudness of the background score is an assault on the cochlear nerves. But this was expected out of a Rohit Shetty film. Inured to his passion for flying cars and men defying all laws of physics, setting random things on fire, escaping sequences (just to name a few of the many psychotic conjunctures), I however developed the moral fiber to sit through the running time of the film, hoping that my sanity outlasts the eloping attempts of Meenamma and Rahul.

And just when I thought that Meenamma had succeeded in her domain of expertise i.e. fleeing (with Rahul this time) in comes Rahul proving his insanity yet again by driving the car back to the den of don. Rahul aims to better the record of 7 slaps he got from Chaudhry Baldev Singh and thinks he can deliver a few more powerful lines this time and settle for a few slaps less to win the medallion (oops the girl sorry!). But sadly for him, the director of this film is not an admirer of peace like the Chopras. And wait, we haven’t given our other contender (Thungabali) a chance to prove his delusion anyways. So there you go, a few more brilliant moments of aerobic stunts, burning carts, using random articles to dislocate vital organs (a bucket in this instance), blood dropping like dollops of ice cream……before Tungabali and the don finally surrender like trapped chickens.

All in all, if you are a normal person who attains the state of sanity even at rare intervals of time, you wouldn’t want to board this train that derails so often. My faith in bollywood cinema has now shaken. Forever.