Bollywoodization Of Indian Air Force


A narrative which could have been great but failed to be so due to mishandling!!

On my sister’s recommendation I watched the movie “Fighter” on Netflix yesterday. Its a Siddharth Anand (SA) movie who seems to be making come-back films for forgotten heroes. Remember Pathaan!!!

Squadron Leader, Shamsher Pathania or Patty (Hrithik Roshan – HR) is the best fighter pilot in the Indian Air Force (IAF). He comes to join a special Unit of the IAF called Air Dragons to combat at LoC. The Commanding Officer (CO) of the Unit is Rakesh Jaisingh aka Rocky (Anil Kapoor) who has a bias against Patty. He also meets Squadron Leader, Minal Rathore or Mimie (Deepika Padukone – DP) in the same Unit. Mimie instantly gets attracted to Patty who at first appears to be an arrogant loner. Gradually, he opens up to Mimie and confesses that he is not good for people he loves. Its later , post a botched up combat, that Rocky tells Mimie how he lost his younger sister, Naina Jaisingh, another ace fighter pilot, because of Patty’s miscalucation and pushiness.

Rocky tries every possible means to keep Patty away from direct combat. However, under Patty’s leadership, Project Bandar, a counter attack on terrorist outfits in PoK, succeeds. Subsequently, in another mission, two fighter pilots of Air Dragon and Patty’s friends, Sartaj Gill or Taj (Karan Singh Grover) and Basheer Khan or Bash (Akshay Oberoi) are ambushed by Pakistani Air Force, held as war prisoners and tortured inhumanly. Consequently, Patty is court marshalled. Though he is not directly found responsible for the mishap but nonetheless transferred to Hyderabad as Flying Instructor of the Air Force Academy.

Patty is demoralized. He also feels guilty of not being able to save his friends. He expresses his wish to put down his papers. To give him an opportunity to think over, he is told to take leave and review his decision on his return. Patty comes back to Jammu where he resides with his father (Talat Aziz). Before leaving he wants to meet his friends in the Unit. It is also the time when Pakistan announces that Bash and Taj will be handed over to India. But instead, in a shocking twist to the tale, Bash’s body, brutally cut into pieces, is brought over. Taj is still retained by Pakistan.

From the very beginning, it is made clear that Pakistani Military is a mere puppet in the hands of Jaish, a terrorist group. The mastermind of Jaish is one Arnold-schwarzenegger-type-villain, Azhar Akhtar (Rishabh Sawheny) who perpetrates bloodbaths with a dead-pan face, has a quaint red coloured eye, smokes expensive cigars and gatecrashes into the offices of top military brass of Pakistan with super ease as though it were his personal boudoire. On top of it he calls himself the messiah of mujahideens and is as cold blooded as a cadaver. His vindictiveness looks more personal than based on any broader political or military agenda.

How Taj is brought back home, how Air Dragons take revenge on PAF (Pakistani Air Force) for their unethical stand of murdering Basheer Khan, a war prisoner and how Patty regains his erstwhile Group Captain Rocky’s faith and appreciation comprise the last half an hour of the narrative. In between there are parallel tracks like Mimie’s reunion with his father (Ashutosh Rana) and mother (Geeta Aggarwal) who had cut off all ties with her since she joined IAF. The reunion is courtesy Patty who in order to get a seat in a totally booked Jammu Flight comes across the Operation Manager, Abhijeet Rathore, puts two and two together and delivers a long lecture on gender bias and how great an officer Mimie is. Of course, he knew beforehand that Mimie was estranged from her family.

The romantic track between Patty and Mimie is absolute Bollywood sizzle-wriggle. The song and dance sequences, Mimie in skimpy clothes and Patty suddenly breaking into the typical HR-ish gyrations and moves look like a deliberate attempt to throw-in a Bollywood style glamour quotient to a way of life which is far removed from it. Though the screen play is written in collaboration with Ramon Chibb who has a Defence background, Bollywood, I believe, cannot restraint from putting in their home grown masala into a script which could have had a more thrilling and edge-of-the-seat tenor. Moreover, I have never heard such insipid songs in a war movie which are thorough ear sores and fail to be blood boiling (in contrast to the old classics both in terms of war film and their patriotism invoking music). There is also another track of one secret RAW agent called Zareena Begum who flits in and out of the frame in a Burqaa and Pakistani Intelligence does not have an inkling that (s)he is a double agent! How convenient..

Unfortunately, the movie has all the ingredients of being a memorable one which it has not turned out to be. But alas! SA proposed to make a Big Budget Venture and establish himself as a high revenue grossing Director like his earlier experiment (with Pathaan). How these balderdash movies become super duper hits is a different story alltogether.

The romantic trail between Patty and Mimie and their decision to part ways could have been more touchingly walked through rather than converting it into a Jumping-Jackass-Song-and-Dance-Sequence! The last ten minutes of the “direct combat” between Patty and Azhar(Arnold)Akhtar was so over the top intercepted by patriotism oozing dialogues that the current sensitive issue of discordial relationship between India and Pakistan, which the narrative capitalizes on, degenerates into a mockery of complex border realities.

The SAs of today forget that Indian viewership is now exposed to OTT releases and series which are more meaningful, hard hitting and presentable content wise. (Reference may be drawn to Meghna Gulzar’s latest biopic “Sam Bahadur” which is a heartstealer). The actual competition lies there. Since, SA is determined to make a “planned serial action franchise”, hope he will pay heed and dish out improved versions of war mongering in future.

To give the devil its due, Fighter has a few very good air combat scenes. DP’s collection of Pullovers is enviable. Understandably, the entire focus is on Hrithik Roshan and he fits into the role like a pair of well-stiched gloves. Deepika’s athletic body is an asset to such roles. Her character should have had more meat than just used to portray woman’s stature in the IAF. Ashutosh Rana was grossly underutilized. Just don’t know why he agreed to play such a miniscule role to deliver “progressive lines” on “equality of women”. Siddharth Anand’s direction is, needless to say, flawful. The DoP is good to certain extent. The song and dance interludes are total pace breakers.

Yet I reommend this movie wholly and solely because of Hrithik Roshan and Anil Kapoor who put in their best to make the most of a lopsided narrative.

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My Own Little Secret


What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

I guess my most secret ability is to put two and two together and complete a picture 😀.

Sounds gibberish ?

Actually it’s not.

It’s a revelation of my deducing power or ability, friends.

For example, if I receive a sketchy information about somebody or some incident which is not sufficient to come to a conclusion or which just gives a mere glimpse into some situation but not brings forth the whole picture I can make out the complete story by connecting  some other bits and pieces of information droppings which I have heard or picked up earlier or which I can gather later.

I employed this tactic in my work area and I play this little game  in my personal life as well. Needless to say, till I get the full picture I am not at rest. Sometimes, my snooping antennae are up just  to prove  a personal hunch about someone or something. A quiz that I play quietly to my own inner satisfaction. Usually, these hunches do come true !!!

My family thinks I am over imaginative, not to say, over inquisitive. But imagination is necessary. Humans only have that capability left – the power of imagination! The world sustains itself on human imagination. If you are able to foresee a problem it’s your imagination at play. If you are bent on resolving a problem it’s imagination put to use. If you are on the path of discovery what tool will assist you but imagination. It is said that inventions are born out of human necessity. But I will twist the phrase to inventions are a biproduct of human imagination.

Even in algebra, in the beginning of a theorem you make an assumption. Don’t you ? If you extend the definition of assumption a bit  somewhere you will find imagination coming into play. So, it  is essential for imagination to be the soulmate of detection too.

If you are seeking the truth, be it of any kind, imagination has to take a front seat.

You may call me a snoopy, old maid having nothing else to do but to be nosy. However, if you perform the act with immeasurable subtlety, it becomes an art. The art of enquiry.

To this profound expertise you add the garnishing of astute observation and voila! You have got a stupefying conjugation of Ms. Marple, Mr Poirot , Holmes and the rest of the truth seekers of the world put together!!!!

Yes, I am also super sensitive to body language and implicit or explicit gestures – a rise of an eyebrow, a turn of the corner of the mouth, a split second look, a cocking of the ears, a deliberate pursing of lips and, if I may add, wagging of the tail!!! All those seemingly simple, wordless , harmless stances which unspeakably add to verbosity !!!

In short, I love to be the self appointed investigator for my own secret pleasures. Hence, I have honed all those skills required for it.

Yes, it can be dangerous because you don’t want to land up being the (wo)man who knew too much.

Till such time the enactment is on the quiet and without anybody getting a hint of it, it’s pleasurable. Once it’s like stepping on someone else’s tail it can be messy.

So mum is the word. I mean mum is the word.

You know…

The Hide(ous) Snooper
The Artefacts

True To Thursday #1


No!! She is not trying to drive.

Her sole aim is to survey her kingdom.

Or peep into my flat.

So that she knows when the food is ready for her.

You see the vehicle is very well placed facilitating a clear view inside my kitchen.

The other day one of the odd jobbers had sat  on the same scooty to take a good look at himself in the rear view mirror.

Within seconds he was told to vacate the seat by the owner – the upper floor residents.

But not Maasi. I have written about her earlier. She is the elder sister of Kali.

Noone tells her to get lost.

So she settles down more comfortably and sun bathes with ease.

Or wait patiently for her afternoon meal.

Evenings too…

They have adopted me – Maasi and Kali – the way they have the scooty.

Oh! Yeh Dil Maangey More


What do you wish you could do more every day?

I do not know whether I have answered this prompt before. Prompts repeat.  But the reply changes so often ! Am surprised to write a completely new list of activities I wish to do now.

As I am still recuperating from the last bout of viral I wish I could take care of my health more ! Do yoga more regularly !  Eat all my favourite dishes !  Get relieved of all the worrisome aches and pains ! Take less tension and say confidently ” sannu kii?”  (How does it matter to me ? 😞)

That’s asking for much too much …. I know.

I was afraid given the level of involvement in my job I would have a tough time sitting at home. Was I wrong! In fact, even with my weak constitution, I am keeping such a busy schedule that I have to jot down a long list of incomplete chores and must dos almost every day. Where is that sedentary cadence of life I was dreaming of? I wish I had more leisure and could watch movies and series more and read  more books which are languishing in my Kindle !!

Oh! That languid …languid life !!!!

Recently, to my neighbours’ consternation. I have regained my interest back in music. I wish I find more time to do riyaaz !!!

Never mind if the next door residents bear a resigned, almost, pathetic look 😭😭😭!

On a more serious note today itself I was complaining about how bogged down I feel with this  endless finance management. For three and a half decades I had only focussed on my job heart and soul. With a steady source of income I never bothered about money matters. I wish I had which would have habituated me to the exercises of resourcing and monitoring fund  post retirement.

Money…money…money…

brighter than sunshine…

sweeter than honey…

My sister tells me to be grateful to God for whatever He has endowed me with. I am. I don’t require much. But I wish I could acquire enviable savviness in fiscal matters.

Twitt…twitt…twitt…twitt

Nitwit….Nitwit…Nitwit…

Last but not the least, I wish the Universe shows me the right path to take and help choose my final calling before I retire to my eternal abode – something which will give a little more meaning to my limited existence on this planet.

Hey ! Are you listening?…What. ? No  ? Bedtime ?? 😴😴😴

I thank all my readers who stand by me and read my posts wherein I crib incessantly and recurrently. Bad habit. I wish I could get rid of  it asap.

Habits die hard….die hard….die hard.

That’s the echo inside my dumb head.

Ignore….Ignore….Ignore….

I guess ignorance is bliss 😁😁😁

Should learn from Rinky how to snore with eyes open…

Universe !!!! 🌎.  At last…..You did hear me out. Woo 💐 Hoo 🥳🎉.

Thanks a ton 😺😺😺

A Random Outing – Part I


One of my colleagues, soon after retirement, took a tour of all his favourite joints in the city just to feel the freshness of freedom.

My first casual outing post retirement was on the fifteenth of this month, two months later.

I had a single destination – the Festival of Letters – organised by the Sahitya Akademi from eleventh to sixteenth of this month. It was held in Ravindra Bhavan at Mandi House.

Mandi House is the hub of cultural activities of the city very close to my school. Though  situated in the central part of the city, with continuous flow of  traffic  during daytime, it has an aura of its own.

Sahitya Academi, an independent Society (under the Indian Societies Registration Act, 1860), supported by the Indian Government (Ministry of Culture), is dedicated to promotion of regional as well as English literature. It was founded on 12.03.1954.

The logo of Sahitya Akademi was designed by the internationally acclaimed Film Director Satyajit Ray.

Ravindra Bhavan houses not only the Sahitya Akademi but also the Lalit Kala Academy (Academy of Fine Arts)  and Sahitya Natak Academy (Literature and Theatre Academy).

Sahitya Akademi recognises literary works in twenty four Indian languages including English and Nepali.

The entrance to Ravindra Bhavan is as grand as the interiors.

That’s my Brother-in-Law posing before the long line of statues of men and women of letters who fought for India’s independence.

Incidentally, the proposal by the Royal Asiatic Society of Bengal for a ‘National Cultural Trust’ was in principle accepted by the colonial British Government in 1944.

My sister at the entry to the Exhibition which was well decorated.

The interior was covered with a colourful canopy through which sunshine filtered in adding an extra shade to the spring daylight.

Tha national emblem, golden in colour,  was eye catching, holding ground meaningfully, overseeing and according approval to the Akademi’s endeavour to honour the Letters of India in all its regional flavours.

The first General Council of the Akademi included members such as Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan, Abdul Kalam Azad, C Rajagopalachari and others. The Council was presided over by Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, as its first Chairperson,  not because he was the then Prime Minister of India but because of his stature of a distinguished writer and author.

Dr. S Radhakrishnan, in his speech on the purpose of the Sahitya Akademi elaborated on the link between the two words –  Sahitya in Sanskrit meaning literature and Akademi in Greek meaning a committee of men.

Dr. Radhakrishnan, in his own words :

The name itself signifies  a confluence of two ancient civilizations and cultures which have influenced languages, literatures and arts world over. In brief, the two words put together mean a committee of men to uphold and preserve  the national heritage of written words.

The Akademi boasts one of the largest multilingual libraries of India.

The grounds of the Bhavan are dotted with imposing sculptures and statues.

As it is to be, the Fest showcases letters condensed into  books in different languages. Again interestingly, some of the languages were recognised by the Akademi much before the Constitution of India.

The books were kept in an orderly disordered manner which I found quite interesting.

The inviting entry to the vortex of the exhibition – books.

The rows and rows of books !

The atmosphere was informal. People  browsing through books Elderly men sitting around, chatting and perhaps waiting for the evening literary meets, sessions and discussions to be graced by eminent  litterateurs and academicians.

The branches of the trees, not yet having burst into thick clusters of verdant green, were ingenuously used to light up the grounds for the evening.

Last but not the least, selfie time. Me and sis

I have a fascination for shadows and reflections

So how did you like the tour ?

Do let me know by way of like, share, comment and subscribe.

God bless.

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Root Cause Analysis


What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

Application of RCA or Root Cause Analysis for identifying, understanding, analysing and resolving an oft recurrent problem is an effective tool.

Feelings , positive or negative, are reactions to internal or external stimuli. They are generally confusing because there is not one but many which are invoked at a particular moment. I believe RCA needs to be applied to human situations as well in order to declutter the mind, provide a scientific technique to reach to the crux of the matter which has given rise to a bag of chaotic thoughts and feelings, facilitate the right mental posturing  to observe one’s own self in a detached manner, take a stand and demolish the demons and preserve the angel within us.

It sounds easy but its not. Experiences reveal that situations faced by humans are unforeseeable and unpredictable. Every situation requires a different approach commensurate to reactions elicited by it. Inspite of the variants certain thumb rules can be propounded which may seem generic in nature yet come handy as referrals.

I had an employee whom I tolerated for five long years thinking he would improve in good company and a well paid job. How wrong was I! He deteriorated as the salary became handsomer fanning his greed with a higher purchasing (read squandering) capacity. I do not believe in throwing my employees out on the drop of a hat. The native adage is nobody should be kicked in the stomach. Going by the same I tolerated him. He too did not wish to leave because he was having a cushy time under my employment. Moreover, there was no taker for him. However, he thought he was cut out for higher pedestal in life. Why am I giving this example? Because a bad person emanates bad vibes. By enduring him I continued with his negative aura which suffocated me to such an extent that one fine day, after half a decade, I threw him out of job and heaved a sigh of relief. It was like reclaiming my own life.

Moral of the story : In order to get rid of negativity identify the cause and uproot it as soon as possible.

When mother was diagonosed with COVID soon after discharge from hospital I told the attendant to go home and return after the gestation period was over. As a result, I was couped with mother in the deathly silent flat with a deadly disease eating into not only mother’s body but both our lives. I had heard that people suffered from depression during COVID due to various reasons and would wonder what was the correlation between the two. I understood when I ostracized myself from immediate family as a precautionary measure. The isolation unnerved me. As dusk would fall and the surrounds became maddeningly quiet the exact feeling that tormented me was a sense of acute loneliness as though the world had come to an end.

By the end of the second week the feeling was too overpowering to shrug off. Though my friends and family always said that I was very brave it was the shocking outcomes of COVID – the uncertainty, social segregation and the unwavering focus on the diseased patient – shrouded our existence in a thick fog of melancholia. As soon as the gestation period got over I sought the physician’s permission to get back the attendant not only to assist me to take care of now convalescing mother but ward off the thought of being left alone with a devouring ailment.

Essence of the Story : Mental composure is necessary to battle the “death eaters”. In case fighting it out alone seems a daunting task there is no shame in seeking assistance of others.

However, the journey did not end with my mother coming out of danger which itself took inordinately long. I seemed to lose control over my inner strength to recoup and recover. The negativities, a fall out of the disease, as it was alluded then even by doctors, considering the stigma attached to it, carried on like a miasma of gloom, apathy and erosion. There came a time when I, in one of the regular visits to mother’s neuropsychiatrist for treatment of her dementia, confessed my state of mind. He strongly recommended medical support but I was not keen because such treatments took long and had other side effects on the body. I was also afraid of drug dependence so often heard of in such cases. But he insisted that it was necessary and if not remedied now might develop into something bigger. I relented. Though I got cured within a short period he advised me to continue with some of the lighter doses given the high level of stress I suffered due to mother’s erratic health graph.

Heading for retirement, I told him I would like to stop the medicines as now at least one stress factor (related to work life) was going to be less. He agreed and decided to taper the dosage.

Conclusion : Medical help whenever necessary must be taken without dwelling much over the taboo it is being seen as.

Mental health is as important as physical health. Exercises to keep mentally fit is as much required as exercises to keep physically fit. Negativity is not a mythical experience. It is real. All of us suffer from it, time to time, with or without realizing. But once the catalyst is detected serious and immediate action is required to douse it. Analysing the anatomy of negative vibe is the next step. Once it is within grasp the requisite is to take social or medical help.

Although I have given a few very extreme scenarios from my personal life which heightened my stress level and resultant negativity. There are certain short term measures as well which I take recourse to on day to day basis.

Self observation is a must to figure out how you are reacting to certain people, places and situations in life. If I do not feel comfortable in anybody’s company , any place or situation life puts me in, my first reaction is to avoid or isolate myself from those people, places and situations. This is not escapism. Prevention is always better than cure. By not being there I safeguard myself from all those stmuli which may prove detrimental to my mental well being. Compelling one self to continue company of negative people, places where negativity throng and situations which promote awkwardness, discomfort and friction within oneself resulting in disastrous self doubt and brooding over it endlessly, isn’t it better to be in company of happiness, peace and ease?

There is as such no strategy for combating negativity though I have used the term posturing in the beginning of the post. I guess it is more of an instinctual and intuitive study.

More important is to be alert, in contact with your core and sensitive to the needs of your mental and physical well being.

A certain amount of detachment is of prime requirement to impartially assess your own self than others.

Understand your own requirements – what makes you happy, at peace and comfortable.

Invoke good thoughts.

Invest energy in good deeds.

Channelize excessive restlessness into creative modes.

Retain optimism and memories which have led to positive results, joyful moments and worthy achievements.

Cloak yourself in these memorable high points of life rather than wallow in self pity.

Remember idle mind is the devil’s workshop.

Maintain a routine and engage in meaningful work.

Recreate the past. Recall what all used to make you joyous in childhood. Try indulge in those activities. I re-read those books which I used to read as a child. Yes, your are right. Even children’s books. Similarly, I re-watch those movies, serials or cartoons which are part of my childhood memories.

Keep some time of the day for self introspection, meditation and exercises of spiritual upliftment.

I read good books, listen to soulful music and spiritual discourses and write a lot. I also look for newer sources and intiatives of engagement to keep myself busy (like doodling and doing riyaz ) and away from negativity.

Sometime social networking with virtual friends also help a lot.

What do you do to be away from negative forces?

Let me know…..


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Why Five ?


What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?

There are many movies and TV Serials which I have watched several times. Perhaps even more than five times. Watching a movie again and again depends on its repeat value, my mood set and memory trigger.

While  I write this post, I feel the craving again to rewatch a few films in the list. That’s memory trigger.

A movie is oft – viewed if the marginal utility of seeing it recurrently does not diminish. That’s repeat value.

The longing to see a particular movie once again  is solely dependent on its genre. Suppose I want to watch a good mind tickling  whodunnit and unable to find something interesting enough then I may go back to watching an old one. That is mood set.

Having defined all the factors let me tell you all  that  I never get bored watching Sir David Suchet as the inimitable Poirot in the TV dramatization of all Christie novels now streaming on OTT.

The same goes  for Ms Marple mystery series too although the role of the wooly detective  has been played by different actresses.

Apart from the above, a gist of a few movies/serial amongst many, which I have watched quite a number of times are given below :

Zindagi Gulzar Hai (ZGH – Life In Bloom)

My weakness for Pakistani TV Series began with this one. In fact, ZGH revolutionized the concept of TV Serials for Indian viewers who were used to dramas which dragged on to infinity losing track of the original theme.

With ZGH Indian TV got  introduced to limited episode Serials with strong storyline, relatable characters and outstanding performances. ZDH is the story of a middle class girl, the rebellious one of three siblings,  whose father gets married a second time in the hope of a son. While he visits the family often like a guest, seldom does he take up any responsibility of his daughters. It’s the mother, a school mistress, who brings the girls up labouring hard.

The girls grow up hating not only their father but the ways of male dominated society. The story pivots around the female protagonist who makes a niche for herself by dint of merit and earns her father’s respect and recognition.

I go back to this Serial when I have nothing else to watch as I relate to the characters very much. Further, the story has an interesting romantic angle also which is part of the storyline. The added attraction is Fawad Khan as the male protagonist. He is one of my favourite actors. Sanam Saeed as the female protagonist who does immense justice to her role.

Aradhana (Worship)

It’s a story of an unwed mother who gives away her love child for adoption and gets appointed in the adoptive parents’ household as the child’s nanny to be close to and take care of him. The child is very fond of her nanny. When the brother of the child’s adoptive mother tries to rape the nanny he inadvertently kills him. To protect her child the nanny or the actual mother of the child takes the blame on herself and is punished with life imprisonment.

When the truth is known the adoptive family is ashamed. But on the mother’s insistence they swear not to disclose her identity or the truth to the child. After serving the long sentence she comes to stay in the jailor’s house who has always been very fond of her and  treats her like his sister. As fated the jailor’s daughter is in love with her estranged son who is now a fighter pilot like his biological father.

The story takes an added emotional turn when the son sees his mother and  instantly feels an indescribable attachment towards her. By now the memory of his nanny is completely obliterated from his mind but he feels as though she knows this aged lady for aeons. The mother knows that he is her son because he is an absolute duplicate of his actual father. 

The movie was a Jubilee hit catapulting Rajesh Khanna in double role (as  father and son) to super stardom. RK  is the first superstar of Bollywood and enjoyed the status of the swoon worthy romantic hero till  replaced by the angry young man cult of Amitabh Bachchan.

Anuradha is a tearjerker with soulful scores by S D Burman which are classics. The signature tune in Kishore Kumar’s voice is wistfulness personified. Whenever I see this movie I cry from the very first to the last scene. Even as I write about this film my eyes are welling up. Such is the effect of the movie. On my next watch I shall sit with a bucket to see whether I can fill it up with my lachrymal secretion😭.

Teesri Manzil (The Third Floor)

This is a whodunnit but each time I watch, even after knowing the end, I am on the edge of my seat.  It’s trendsetting music by RD Burman is history in itself. The signature background tune which goes like tan tarra has been re-used in many later movies.

Rocky, a singer in a hotel, gets unwittingly embroiled when a young girl commits suicide from the third floor of the same hotel. Years later the dead girl’s sister arrives at the hotel in search of Rocky who she thinks is the cause of her older sister’s death. Unknowingly she falls in love with Rocky. But when she comes to know who he is all hell breaks lose.

The cabaret songs picturised on the one and only Helen and Shammi Kapur are watch worthy thousand times over. Vijay Anand’s taut, expert direction of this murder mystery has enormous repeat value.

Shonaar Kella (The Fort of Gold)

Satyajit Ray’s detective fiction turned into film is a super watch. Feluda or Prodosh C Miter, Ray’s sleuth by choice, accompanied by  his young cousin Tapesh Ranjan Mitro or Topshe, land up in the deserts of Rajasthan in search of a small boy who seems to remember his past life. He also talks of precious stones seen by him in his house and a fort made up of gold.

The narrative begins with the  boy having  left home with Dr. Hazra, a reputed Parapsychologist, who is ‘studying’ the child. They undertake a journey in search of the  Gold Fort which the boy craves to see in this life. However, he is not clear about the location of the Fort.

Father of the boy, a small book shop owner, sees danger when another boy of his son’s age and same pet name, living in the same locality, gets kidnapped by unknown miscreants. The boy is  returned when they realise he is not the same Mukul they are looking for.

Mukul’s father requests Feluda to join Dr. Hazra to ensure the duo’s safety. However, when Feluda meets the boy and Dr. Hazra he has grave suspicions.

The film is a thriller which can be enjoyed by both children and adults alike. The cinematography highlighting the beauty of Thar desert, the thrill of  adventure, the uncommon storyline and the subtle humour introduced through the unforgettable and irreplaceable character of Lal Mohun Ganguly (Santosh Dutta) who is a thriller writer without any experience of actual thrill in life make this movie a classic and repeatedly watchable.

Joi Baba Phelunath (Hail Felunath)

Another masterpiece by Ray with the trio Feluda, his young cousin Topshe and Lal Mohun Ganguly or Jatayu (writer’s pseudonym). This time in the ancient city of Varanasi. The trio is enjoying a vacation whence an aristocratic Bengali family invites them to their house. The patriarch of the family is also a fan of detective novels. He has a puzzle for Feluda to solve. In this second Feluda film the detective meets his nemesis Mohan Lal (Utpal Dutt).

It is said that Ray was inspired by his favourite actor, Soumitra Chatterjee, the doyen of Bengali cinema, in his conceptualization of a Bengali sleuth  with  brain and brawn. Perhaps it was to give a boost to the youth of Bengal to pay attention to physical fitness along with mental alacrity and develop an insatiable thirst for in depth and boundless knowledge that Ray sculpted his hero. Having read the entire Feluda series,  over and over again, I can say this definitely that Feluda is greatly influenced by the handsome persona of Soumitra Chatterjee. Why? Because all Ray’s short stories and books contain numerous self drawn sketches. Ray was  versatile and charismatic. He was as good an artist who not only sketched all the characters in his books but also the frames and shots of his films.

Feluda is pragmatic, instinctive, inquisitive, observant, smart, reflective but at the same time unassuming. Hailing from a middle class family he is neither elitist nor idiosyncratic. His sleuthing acumen  is as formidable as his quick reflexes when it comes to physically intimidating or overpowering the culprits.

In both Ray’s Feluda films, his muse, Soumitra Chatterjee, essayed the role of the detective to perfection. Later after Ray’s demise and SM’s refusal to enact as Feluda, the other Feluda stories were narrated on celluloid by his son, Sandip Ray. Feluda was  played by Sabyasachi Chakroborty and  later Abir Chatterjee with just the right panache. All these films are universally enjoyable and repeatedly watchable.

Film Poster – Shonaar Kella
Book Jacket – Shonaar Kella

Jab We Met (When We Met)

After social drama, thrillers (mostly) and tearjerker, it’s time for eternal romance. This movie, which I have watched repeatedly losing count of time, is I believe the ultimate in modern day romance where two strangers of absolutely opposite nature and class come together by chance. The girl is loquacious, simple and full of self love. The boy is a poor rich guy who has lost interest in life. Pitted together they make an odd jodi or couple. Gradually, the vivaciousness of the girl rubs on the quiet and reserved boy who learns to love life. 

The boy helps the girl to  abscond from her large, conservative but hospitable and friendly family to marry the boy she is in love with. He returns to rejoin his business as a completely changed man – a people’s person.

But life takes a turn for trouble when he introduces a product in the market in the name of the girl whom he had met accidentally and secretly fallen in love with. One fine morning he is accosted by her family members who accuse him of hiding the girl – Geet. To his utter surprise, the boy comes to know that Geet is missing. He embarks on a journey to find Geet. But when he meets her he is heartbroken to see Geet a completely changed person – subdued, lost and broken.

I am not a Kareena Kapoor Khan fan but in this movie she excelled as Geet. However, it’s Shahid Kapoor as the poor rich guy who is a heartstealer. Director, Imtiaz Khan tasted success overnight, as the movie became an unexpected super duper hit, more so, because the much talked about off screen Shahid-Kareena romance had taken a sour turn during the making of the movie. Yet there was no lack of chemistry between the two on screen. The movie has beautiful songs composed by Pritam including the classic aaogey jab tum o saajna, sung to perfection by late Ustad Rashid Khan – the maestro of Hindusthani Classical Music.

It is legendary that Ustadji agreed to record for a film and requested the music composer to teach him the techniques as he was not used to renditioning  in studios. The classical maestros of India mostly perform live innovating on stage during their performances. They are not habituated to singing on tracks for a playback which is a completely different genre of music. However, it is the Ustad’s humility and simplicity which is touching as well as something to learn from who confessed his lack of experience promptly and guilelessly. Alas! Ustadji left us for heavenly abode too young in his late fifties this year after prolonged suffering from prostrate cancer. Had he lived longer Indian classical music would have been endlessly enriched by his contributions.

Since, the post has turned out to be very lengthy I refrain from adding more to the list.

Those who are interested in Indian/Pakistani cinema/serial can have a go for the aforementioned ones as per your choice of genre. As you can make out these are a mix of adult and children’s films, are in different languages – Hindi, Urdu and Bengali – and highly recommended at least from my side.

Pics are from Pinterest and Google

My Set Of Superstitions


Are you superstitious?

Oh yes!

Everybody is entitled to his/her quota of superstitions, prejudices and biases.

My sister never divulges her plans lest they fail. “Nazar lag jaati hai.” She says.  I am annoyed, “How can you even think I will eye you ?”  She repeats, “No, apni Nazar lag jaati hai.” I may eye my own project.

Some professions have their built-in superstitions.

A cabbie will always stop, wait a few seconds, reverse and then drive ahead if a cat crosses the road. If it’s a black one –  a  sure shot premonitory signal of danger lying  ahead !! 🙀

A veggie seller will never part with even one potato without immediate payment. It’s bauni time. They also seek the customer with whom the bauni (the first transaction of the day) proves to be the most profitable.

Once a colleague drove over a puppy. I was with him.  Distraught, I said, “How could you ?” “I couldn’t just cross lanes on a highway,” His justification. From thereon life was one big nightmare for me.

Superstitions have their own logic. If you are hurting someone you are to incur that innocent creature’s haai (literally sigh)  or curse of being hurt, in turn.

My driver, once rammed the brakes hard in the middle of a speeding highway to save a snake. For some, snake is naag devta or God reincarnate and should not be hurt. “Paap lag jata hai.” You incur His wrath. Though he himself was so wrathful that it was hard to imagine anybody taking panga (messing up) with him.

I am superstitious about being rude and not (monetarily) helping the eunuchs on road. My logic : They are also humans. They need a source of income. There is no policy of rehabilitating them into the mainstream. Also, enraging them is calling for trouble. It is generally believed that whatever they say come true. I have experienced that personally.

Once I was on a hard to accomplish mission. At a traffic isle I asked an eunuch, ” Bolo mera kaam ho jayega.” (Say my work will get done!). She showered me with her blessings. Needless to say –  mission got accomplished.

We had just shifted to a rented flat near my sister’s hoping to get our own. Next morning a bunch of eunuchs came to bless us. They thought it was my own. I said no, it wasn’t. They said to give them a token sum for bauni. One of them was thirsty. I gave her water to drink. Before leaving, the elder of the group said,” Hope you get yours soon.”  Rest is history.

And then there are ‘smaller ones”. Like once you sneeze stepping out, you are required to wait a few seconds and restart to ward off all the ills awaiting your on your way….:-)

Seriously 😣

In short, being educated has nothing to do with superstition. Some are inherited or acquired in the journey of life. And some are in-built into the cultural fabric. You just have to pick up your pet ones.

As long as your superstitions are not discriminatory, licentious and detrimental to your fellow beings and society, it’s ok to nurture a few. These may have their own rationale like stopping after a sneeze is to give some time to collect yourself before hurrying on. Stopping when you see a cat or snake on road is to save lives. Helping out those who are socially ostracized.

Should we actually call them superstitions?

Of course, extreme of anything is not good and one must argue with one’s own self whether following a particular thought process liberates or regresses, biases or benefits, constrains or corroborates with what the ever-expanding Universe wants of you.

Rest should be put to rest.

To my incredulity, Pinterest taught me more about superstitions than I was aware of.

The Queen Riding A Tigress


Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

At work front I had two nicknames – (1) Jhansi Ki Rani and (2) Bengal Tigress. Both the names are related.

The first one alludes to Rani Lakshmi Bai who fought with the British with extraordinary valour. It is said that she tied up her kid son on her back while battling on. Rani Lakshmi Bai was the queen of Jhansi (now in the State of Uttar Pradesh). Jhansi’s battle was a significant part of the Indian Mutiny of 1857 which was said to mark the beginning of India’s struggle against British colonialism. When her husband , the king of Jhansi (Maharaja Gangadhar Rao Newalkar), died, the Queen came forward to lead her men against the Imperial Forces.

This was possible because from her very childhood she was trained in fencing, horse riding  and other techniques of warfare including martial art. It was unique because in those days princesses and queens were confined to their palaces. They were not allowed to make public appearances. And here she was fighting till her last breath to save her kingdom!

She was unfortunately defeated in the end.  But she happily embraced death instead of shamefully  surrendering to her enemies. In school we  read a beautiful poem by the Hindi poetess, Subhadra Kumari Chauhan, on Jhansi’s invincible warrior queen – “khoob ladi mardani woh to Jhansi wali rani thi” . Reciting the rhyming narrative of patriotism our young blood boiled. It was considered a matter of pride to know the poem by heart.

I gave this short history so that the readers understand the implication of my nickname. But I have never been as great as Rani Lakshmi Bai.

Which particular incident led to coining of these nicknames I do not know.

The second name was a natural corollary of the first. Since I belonged to the state of West Bengal I was considered no less than the maneater of Sundar Ban. And that should not be taken literally.

But if you ask me I see myself as the perseverant goat. I epitomize the stubborn strength of the animal. Life has always chosen the toughest incline for me to trod up painstakingly and then slip down and fall. But I have not given up. You can say I am one BIG disciple of Sir Robert Bruce. “Try, try, try again and at last you shall succeed.”

Being an animal lover, I don’t mind such comparisons – with tiger to even the diligent donkey. But it would not be acceptable to me to be called a snake in the bush or a calculative fox because I do not subscribe to what these animals stand for.

Given my girth, once I overheard somebody calling me an elephant. Though I felt like smacking the person hard, on second thought I decided it wasn’t that bad considering the mammoth mammal’s huge memory power and couldn’t care less gait. But the one who passed the remark really turned out to be a masquerading Cobra.

That story some other time….

Another animal I feel very close to is the Pandah. Its the ultimate Zen-est creature. Living in the moment it has a ruminative demeanour and somewhat idyosincratic behaviour. As all great men and women have their pet eccentricities I guess a little bit of weirdness is quite sane.

What say you?

Hullo Centenarian !


Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear Soulmate,

Humans find their soul mates in other humans. I have found my soulmate in you – my Centenarian Self. Hope you are doing well. Though you are always present within me still it is sometimes important to ask your own self how you have been.

Age is just a number. So I will not ask you whether you are bothered by your years spent on mother Earth with me. Of course, I know, the destructive streak in homo sapiens have not left any nook and crany of this still beautiful yet ravaged planet from devastation. But I am sure you must have as much adaptability and resilience as me (ahem) and survived as the super fittest.

Though the self is immune to decay the body is not. I hope when my ails from thousand aches, pains and spasms bother, you remain untouched, strong and fit.

You know we Bengalis have a very bad habit of keeping pet names. So keeping the tradition alive, I have bestowed on you a very cute 🥰 name – Centu! I am sure you don’t mind at all the nickname.

So Centu,  being senior to me, you must have soaked in a lot many more experiences than I have. I know you keep me alive with your ancient wisdom gathered from these experiences. You give me solace when I am grieving, you give me courage  when I am shaky, you give me a boost when I am lagging behind. Aren’t you my bestest friend ?

Sometimes I wonder whether we, enjoying a common soul, have really evolved to a higher plane ? As Swami Yoganandaji, the founder of YSRF, says in one of his illuminating poems that the soul marches on even if the body lags behind. Spiritual evolution of the being continues whether we are aware of it or not.

You know my bad habit of going off to sleep during meditations  for which you have cautioned and nudged me awake quite often. Since you are more alert and aware than me do tell me, inspite of all that snoring and snoozing, has our soul really marched on and scaled greater heights?

Pity I will always remain a doubting Jane but you have deeply rooted faith and conviction. Why don’t you rub a bit of that on me? Is it so hard to change an incorrigible nut like me? Now, don’t be too humble and kind. I know you don’t wish to hurt me. But sometimes one must be told a few home truths even if they are not share worthy.

As I am in the last leg of my journey I am trying to be more flexible in my approach towards my lesser self. I am trying so much to forgive myself – my mistakes, my apathy, my defeats. You are more smart and also magnanimous. You must have already accomplished what I am still trying to achieve. You must have already forgiven me but not forgotten your best buddy. Haven’t you?

Here again my lack of faith plays tricks with me and makes me ask this foolish question out of sheer fear. Are you proposing to leave me? No, na ? I knew it. How can you. You are mine and I am yours for many, many centuries more. And I can see you have already forgiven me for my child like insecurities. Hope you don’t feel like Atlas? Carrying me on your back ? Pretending to be happy ? Or like Sindbad The Sailor?

Oh! Am I irritating you? Of course I am. With all these stupid presumptions. Centu, I know you can’t live without me. And me without you.

But these flashes of doubts occur when the body gradually moves on the path of de-construction. What will happen if I leave this old body like humans discarding over-used, tattered clothes? Will you leave  too with my ectoplasm ?

What ? Yes and no ? What’s that? Oh! Oh! I get it. I get it. Now don’t be hangry. Well that’s my favourite coinage – angry + hungry. You know I get angrier when I am hungry. Hee 😆! Hee 😆!

What did you say ? Come again ? Before I part with my ectoplasmic remains you shall get yourself embedded in my DNA so that you find me in my next body? Oh come on ! You did tell me that you have learnt the secret art of how to do that. I need not worry? Ok, that’s surely very cool, pal. You are really hundred years ahead of me. I must agree.

That is why I have so much trust in you. You do find a solution to my worries and already take action  what I overthink about. Great ! Great! Didn’t I always know you are much ahead of time. Actually, you are timeless, ageless and a great resolver. You have already found a path by which we will always remain together. One big thumbs up for you!

Now, there’s only one grudge left buddy. I have not had Aloo Tikki and Chhole Bhature for a very long time. Let’s have a feast together. Oh no! 🙄 Don’t tell me. You have adopted the path of austerity! Stopped having junk food! Oh my!

Whatttt?

You advise me the same. Centu, though I love you from the bottom of my heart and we are inseparable and all that, please don’t become too over possesive, intimidating and assertive. I know you think the bestest for me. But your rigid renunciations are your own. Let me live grandly! And gorge on some delicious, chatpata streetside food before I have to say goodbye to all that is attractive and adventurous in life.

We shall do all that dieting when I take the astral form, right? Till then…Shush!  Shush ! Don’t creep on me from behind and box my ears when I am licking the chaat pattal. Soulmate does not mean you will devour my soul and throw me into throes of depression. You don’t want a melancholic, weepy friend, do you?

You’ve always been a twerp….aah no… I mean tough. But un-tough people like me also need some square feet on mother Earth to live. Let’s co-exist peacefully.

Keep on issuing those advisories but please don’t expect me to follow them so strictly.

Ok..truce, baby.

Let’s go to sleep arm in arm heads on one pillow. Yuck! I forgot you don’t need a pillow. You are somewhere inside me.

So, just tell me if it’s too foul smelling inside. Is there any new developments there? O! That’s your own little secret you won’t let me know. Ok, no issue. I will also not share the choco chip icecream cone you like more than yourself.

Bye and get lost!

Your ever- complaining, squabling Soulu

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