Sarkar Raj: Not worthwhile at all

The audiences are not retarded. This is the message, I would like to give the director Ram Gopal Verma (RGV) for his recent venture, Sarkar Raj. For the hype and hysteria surrounding it, Sarkar Raj turns out to be just a shade better than the worst film of his lifetime AAG.

Featuring bollywood's star family - Amitabh Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai and Abhishek Bachchan, this movie terribly fails to live up to its expectations. This would teach a good lesson for this entire family of vetran actors to chose better scripts in the future.

The story begins with the tag line POWER CANNOT BE GIVEN . IT HAS TO BE TAKEN.
Subash Nagre(Amitabh bachan) a retired Don, is a happy man who is proud of his son shankar nagre(Abhishek Bachan) taking over his place. With an extremely slow pace of delivering dialogues he tells his people outside is house, about how his has accomplished more than what he had done in his entire life time. The usual scenes of him waving slowly at the public with his Rudraksh tied up over his hands and the background score of govindaaaaaaaaaa is quite stereotyped. With soaring temperatures it is quite surprising to see Amitabh looking quite comfortable in a long black kurta and black Dhoti. Sometimes he covers this attire with a white shawl too.

Now to bring some pace into the movie RGV brings in Anita (Aishwarya rai) a bold and brash business woman , CEO of Shepperd power plant who approaches Sarkar with a proposal to build a huge power plant in Maharashtra. Shankar percieves the good it would do for the state and convinces his father who never agrees to it in the beginning.
The plot takes a twist here, and there are many people scheming against the Sarkars and and in the bargain Shankar looses his wife. RGV fails to bring out the emotions from Abhishek as he just has a blank expression on his face after his wife's death. He doesn't emote well even when she tells him that she is pregnant.

Shankar and Anita go to every village and explain to the villagers about the benifits of the plant. RGV shows their car which follows a string of motorbikes with the huge yellow flags again and again which makes the pace of the film even slower.

There are many plotting against the Sarkars and aim at Shankar's life. The scene showing Shankar being shot is extremely slow. The junior Sarkar who is more witty and smart than the Sarkar himself, doesn't have the presence of mind to lie flat of the floor during an attack. The story after this is how the Sarkar finds out who plotted against him and kills them. Being quite a straightforward don I wonder how he gets the money to have about fifty gunned men with machine guns in their hands. The film ends with a big surprise and a emergence of a new Sarkar.

On the whole the movie is extremely slow paced, without being gripping at all, it demands a better screenplay and cinematography and definitely better music. The actors havent been used well.Every scene needs a proper finishing touch. Govindaaaaaaaaaaaaa .... I guess RGV was hinting that your money was gooovinda. For someone who loves Ash and Abhi this is definitely not the movie to watch. A very poor performance by RGV.

Man proposes God disposes

As a child i used to crave for those small, wonderful, colourful tofees which came in seven vibrant colors of the rainbow. Popins they called it. This small toffee was very predominant during my times. Every child used to have Popins in their break boxes and I used to long for them, look at them with so much desperation. My very caring mother never used to buy them for me as she thought those colours would not do me good.

With my mouth watering I used to look at those children eating popins,by which time the insipid marie biscuits in my hands would have become as soft as petals. Now I dont have to depend on anyone to buy me anything ,but poppins arent available in the market anymore.
I could just relate to the famous quote " Man proposes ,God disposes".

Later as I grew up the walkie talkie toy was a craze. This time god didn't deny me the toy, but played an evil trick. A huge wind blew and with that the doll fell down from the table and broke into pieces and breaking my heart too. I felt my best friend had died. I performed a decent funeral for the doll and got over with the grief.

As time passed I got over with the fascination for dolls and developed a new interest with animals.One day when I was in class 5 I found 2 abandoned squirrels in the garden of my house. They were small , cute and soft and I developed an instantaneous affection towards them. They grew up with me for 20 whole days. I used to feed them with milk from the ink filler and protect them from the savaging enemies like the crows and the cats.

But one fine day, as I was playing with them by holding them in my arms I heard a big squirrel from the tree top screeching monotonously by looking at the baby squirrels in my hand. So I decided to return the squirrels back to their mother. I left them on the bark of the tree and the baby squirrel climbed up to its mother. It was a sight to watch. The mother held the squirrel in her mouth and advanced towards her nest. Like all stories this one doesnt have an end
happy ending. Suddenly the mother lost her grip and out fell the baby on to the ground and became a prey to a cat that was lurking around.
God we were all so happy for a moment and u snatched it all away from us. From me, the mother squirrel and others.

As time sailed through I began looking at things from different perspectives and stopped blaming GOD until yesterday. Yesterday at the middle of the night I had a sudden craving for potato chips. I hadn't eaten them in a long time now considering the fact that they are too fattening. I had discovered a fat free way of making lip-smacking potato chips in the microwave. I sliced them and placed them in the microwave and considering it would take atleast 4 minutes I went to attend natures call and was talking to a good friend of mine. The microwave beeped after 4 minutes and with my mouth watering I opened the microwave. Damn its was all burnt. Thanks to the voltage fluctuation. And what made it worse was it was the last potato in the bag.

GOD YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO BE SO MEAN!!!!!!!!!!

The MISSing factor

On this boring Sunday afternoon, as I was flipping through the channels, I suddenly came across this beauty pageant show held at Chennai. It was a search for the girl who was to be Miss Chennai. There were models queuing up for the initial tests.

What I could make out was that they had to be minimum of 5ft 6inches tall, 34'-24'-34' in size, have a clear skin and be able to speak in English. I must admit all of them were drop dead gorgeous.

Many got eliminated during the initial tests. Those who got selected, were trained on how to walk, how to talk , how to carry themselves about and many other things.

When it came to the D day all of them were called and asked to introduce themselves. The whole show went off in a very organised manner and it was very pleasing to see so many beautiful women walk the ramp. Finally three were chosen as winners. One was Miss chennai and the other two were the runner-ups.

Then I realised something. Most of the girls who were to be called Miss Chennai didn't even know how to speak Tamil or have any idea about Madras(It sounds better doesn't it?).

In a state which makes it compulsory for every child to study Tamil at school, bans films with English titles and fights for Tamil to be the national language, relaxes its rules when it comes to its beauty representatives.

The entire ideology of Tamil and Tamizhan is confusing . Isn't it?
Any way tamizh thai vazhga.....