Tees Maar Khan (Movie Review)

                       TEES MAAR KHAN

This Review was shared by Neha Bharadwaj

Tees Mar Khan..or Tees Maar Kha??

So I guess you have seen all those hoardings around the city with Akshay Kumar and sexy Katrina. The ad promos look funky but trust me that’s where the fun quotient ends. You don’t believe me… do you?

Well I wouldn’t have if I had not spent those 120 bucks to find out the truth.

With Shiela Ki Jawani blaring on every speaker radio and party this movie has created a hype between us but fails to keep up that reputation in the theatre. If you are looking for a story, I suggest you not to waste your energy because there is no story. Just a series of events compiled and titled.

Yes, the music that is Shiela ki Jawani and the title track are catchy and good but that’s where the goodness ends.

Katrina’s role is the best only in the song after which she is quite intolerable. She plays the role of a wanna be actress very well. The excessive melodrama is humorous in the start, but then drives one crazy towards the end.

Akshay Kumar’s acting? Well, I wouldn’t waste my time writing about because it was pathetic. I wonder what the actor is up to these days when it comes to movie selection!!

Akshay Khanna was the only actor who lived up to some level with good acting while the rest of the actors majorly let us down.

Direction was again pathetic… The movie lacked flow and it seemed several scenes were just senselessly compiled and thrown at the viewers.

So the verdict?

It’s not worth a watch, trust me and save your money. Even if you are bored to death, stay at home and sleep rather than giving this movie a watch.

You will thank me. 

                         -Neha Bharadwaj

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A Wake Up Call... (Article)

                          A Wake Up Call

 

This article was shared by Hetvi Vora

"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does"

The recent past has changed the way I look at things, the way I think and the way I feel. Let me get to the point, people around the world have pre conceived notions about each and every country and its people thanks to the travel and living shows you have these days.

          
             As far as I am concerned, I have always looked at the brighter side of things. But lately, I have realized that I have been ignoring reality. The reality being that INDIA is a developing country and we are a bit behind the rest of the world. As much as we love to boast about the Tata’s, Ambani’s and Birla’s, we have to accept the fact that there are many people who do not have the luxury of three proper meals a day. It is easy to talk about poverty and poor people but experiencing it is completely different. You just don’t have to starve yourself for a day but at night you will feel helpless and that’s what half the nation goes through day in and day out.

             
             The problem I have is there is a part of us who enjoy the luxuries and have their “Antillas*” made but only look at the others just before its time to pay the taxes .With the amount of wealth flowing in and exposure, we have got to realise that if there isn’t a balance in the society we will all end up facing a lot of problems in the future.

             
             My intention of writing this piece is to get all of us “young people” out of their materialistic world and break this whole idea of “being useless”. It is quite simple; you do things for people who don’t have as much money or privileges we have been blessed with. The country does not need money, it needs you! It needs money in the form of people who are educated and are trustworthy. We all have been so busy lately about making it big that we forget that there are others who aren’t as lucky as we have been.

               
               I am not some want-to-be philosopher or politician. I just think that it is important to help and respect people. Indians are God fearing people but we do forget that God himself symbolises equality and justice.

Being young, we have age in our hands and a dream to live ,a dream where in we all have a right to the same things that a person living in an “antilla” or a slum has...

             
              It is time we give back to society, make a difference in the smallest possible way we can. Let us show that we belong to the BIGGEST and the GREATEST democracy of the world!

Antilla*: is Mukesh Ambani’s home supposed to be the most expensive house ever in the world!

P.s: I am not residing at the moment in India, so I think that is one of the reasons I am writing the piece!

                                                                                                -Hetvi Vora

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Faith. Hope and Trust (Story)

                  Faith Hope And Trust

This article was shared by Hetvi Vora

The phone rings at the local reliance energy help line number. The man in his mid 40s answers the call in a typical north Indian accent. The man on the line was a small time provision store owner from a suburb in Bombay.

He said “sir ji since the past 2-3 days there has been no street lights in our locality my kerosene bulb is the only source of light on the street sir. Please do the needful sir ji”. The man ensured him that his complain has been filed and he will do the needful

India is always considered to be a country of bureaucrats not much has changed since then but definitely there has been improvement. The following day again two cars were on the verge of colliding into one another on the same road. Scared, the shop keeper again quickly dialled the helpline number. On receiving the second call the officer assured him that one of the electricians from their office will do the needful.

Sunil’s life was almost finished the day his parents left him one by one. His father died in his arms to malaria and his mother pushed the daisies a little later the same year though. The young and street smart Sunil now had changed and his purpose of living was lost .Barely 18, Sunil joined  his uncle’s small time electric shop to meet his daily needs and to repay the loans he had taken during his father’s illness . Sunil’s uncle although a kind hearted man was a miser! So Madan uncle, as he was fondly called, received a call from reliance energy to repair a chain of street lights which were falling under his area! Madan uncle was in a contract with reliance for a particular zone. Sunil was sent off to repair the street lights.

After having found out the cause for the lights not working and having repaired it, he decided to call Madan uncle. After sighting a small provision store in the vicinity and finding a calling booth in it, he walked towards the store and called Madan uncle.

After speaking to Madan uncle, Sunil searched his pocket for a rupee coin. The shopkeeper who happened to overhear the conversation told Sunil that he was the one who complained for the street lights. Sunil gave him a half smile which was maybe the first time he had smiled after his parents died and he placed a rupee next to the phone . The shopkeeper moved his hand near the phone and finally found the rupee and put it in his pocket.

 Sunil realized the fact that the shopkeeper nayan, meaning eyes in Hindi, lacked vision but still followed it up with the authorities so that people would not live in the dark as he did.

                                                                                         

Living in the dark in its true meaning was a life lived by Sunil himself.
Sunil thanked nayan and appreciated his vision in its true sense. After the encounter Sunil had with nayan, his life changed as he realized it is or it wasn’t always about living for a few selected people or for that matter for himself. Sunil was a new MAN AND NAYAN WAS A VISIONARY WHO SAW AND CONQUERED IT ALL INSPITE OF HIS LACK OF VISION!!!!!!!


P.S - THE LIGHTS ON THE STREET NEVER WENT OFF BECAUSE NAYAN ALWAYS ILLUMINATED IT WITH HIS VISION…

                                                                                                         -Hetvi Vora

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Cottage (Painting)

 

-Neha Bharadwaj

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Bougainvillea - Nature at its best (Painting)

                                                                            

-Neha Bharadwaj

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A World Without Me (Poetry)

A World Without Me

This poem was shared by Neha Bharadwaj

They put me in this box,

I could'nt see anything,

It was too dark,

I dont know what was happening to me.

I did nothing wrong,

I dont know why

and I began to cry.

My mother weeps,

so does my dad

Why are they all so sad?

The box drops down,

so does the sand.

They are filling me up

I still dont understand.

As I lie in this grave 

waiting to  be saved,

I see an angel come by...

"Did I have to die?",

She holds my hand

and takes me there

where,

I can see,

As I walk the clouds above,

I can see below,

A World Without Me...

                                 

                              -Neha Bharadwaj

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Water Macros (Photography)

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Cloud Burst (Photography)

 

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Flowers (Photography)

 

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Seagull (Photography)

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Winters In A Coastal Town...(Article)

Often studied in geography, a coastal town experiences a moderate climate. That is mild winters and mild summers. Is it really so? I wish to share my experience of winters in my city, Mumbai!

 Mumbai, as many say, The Maximum city of India is located on the coast of Arabian Sea. Having lived here for six years, I have a good idea about the weather of Mumbai. And as the winters usually draw in, nobody really cares about the woollens here as it is barely freezing in here. I guess not so any more…

Call it Climate Change or the ill-effects of Global Warming, the supposedly mild winters today are more on the extreme side! Its chilling here with people covering themselves with thick sweaters, jackets and what not…

Let’s leave the environment aside… It’s better to talk about “the winter thrill”!

Its fun lying on the bed wrapped up in a blanket. Coffee tastes extra better these days. The evening walk sets my blood freezing. The winter aroma is pleasant. The morning ride to college makes me shiver like never before and sets my brain wondering whether it will snow? Well of course it will never snow but what’s bad in thinking about it?

Friends get a new topic to talk about and the winter experience is good enough for lengthy conversations! Rubbing your palms, tightly folding your hands, all this happens unknowingly. A chilled coke in such a weather sets your forehead aching!

The freezing midnight bike ride, jumping in the swimming pool in a cold night are definitely a big NO from parent’s viewpoint but is an experience worth remembering…

There is something about winters that no other weather has and there is something about other weathers that winters don’t have… Yet living every moment of winters is something that only few can really enjoy and those who do are certainly the luckiest around…!

                                                                   - Akshat Singhal...

School : A Three Tier Society...(Article)

I walk into school and enter the long corridor. To
my left I see a group of people, smiling. Their eternal giggles and
carefree attitude never seems to end. They look at me and make a face
that makes me want to run away.GOD! Let me introduce you to the
‘popular league’. Everyone knows them and adores them.
               
         I sit on my bench in class and look at my widespread
classroom. There in the corner I see a group solving math equations
rigorously. They look at me and smile. They are the nerds. Not like
its bad being one! They stand first in class but still are unknown to
a few.
               
        And then we have the majority. The ones, like me who
are average in studies and their existence? Well, almost invisible.
Even the teachers fail to remember their names.
       
        This prevails in most of the schools. Some of us
don’t realize it while some of us are faced by regular problems due to
this superiority complex.

        How long will our schools have this ‘three tier society’??


                                                                - Neha Bharadwaj
The author of the above article is a passionate artist and her paintings can be viewed on www.artisty94.blogspot.com

Nothing Without You Both (Poetry)

                Nothing Without You Both!

This poem was shared by Akshat Singhal

The world seemed cold and uncaring,

It seemed scary and risky,

With no one to look after me,

As I took my first breath…

There my mum held me,

Showed me how much she loves me,

And suddenly everything looked so great,

As I took my second breath…

But there was something missing,

I felt loved but not strong,

I knew mum is with me yet I felt unsafe,

As I took my third breath…

But then it all changed,

As my father held me,

I knew nothing could ever go wrong,

As I took my fourth breath…

And in all these years,

She always showed me how much she loves,

How much she cares for me,

And I knew I had the best mum in the world!

And in all these years,

He was always there with me,

Silently supporting and caring for me,

And I know nothing can ever go wrong…

                                                                                           - Akshat Singhal... 

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I Was Walking Down a Lonely Path...(Poetry)

I was walking down a lonely path,

Lost, hated and defeated!

There on my way I saw her smiling at me,

She looked sweet, loving and caring.

She came towards me,

And I knew she was the girl for me.

She spoke to me,

Told me that she loves me.

Told me that she will never leave me.

And I believed her!

I was still walking down a lonely path,

But now loved and victorious!

I met her everyday,

She looked so beautiful,

So innocent and So Truthful,

And I was falling in love with her as days passed by.

When She hugged me,

I felt I was the luckiest guy alive!

When she said she loved me,

I could have heard her say it all day!

I was still walking down a lonely path,

But now loved and victorious!

She told me that she trusts me the most,

And I believed her.

She told me that I am the most special person in her life,

And I believed her.

As days passed by,

We became closer and closer,

So close, that I can’t imagine a day without her,

And she can’t without me… At least that’s what she said.

I was still walking down a lonely path,

But now loved and victorious!

But then it all changed,

I don’t know how but it did.

The smile, The Innocence,

All just vanished!

She never loved me,

Cause she doesn’t even know what love is.

I knew what it was,

And so I loved her truly.

I was walking down a lonely path,

Lost, hated and defeated!

She cheated on me,

Left me, abused me,

Made a joke out of me,

And I accepted it without saying anything.

All that she told me,

Was all a lie.

And maybe my days with her,

Were nothing but a dream!

I was walking down a lonely path,

Lost, hated and defeated!


                           - Akshat Singhal...

But i don't lose hope...(Poetry)

                     But i don't lose hope...

This poem was shared by Akshat Singhal

Every Morning i rush,

To see her before school starts,

To see her smile,

To see my world in her...

I reach the class and look around for her.

There she sits, lost in her own world, looking as beautiful as ever!

And unaware of my presence...

I see her eyes.

i see her smile,

I see the beauty in her...

There i silently sit and,

watch her,

admire her,

and love her even more as every second passes by...

I rush on with school,

Confident and joyfull,

cause i just saw the love of my life...

everything seems so well!!!

alas! It is not so...

As the day progresses,

I look at her..

shes smiling, enjoying and looking as beautiful as ever...

I look in her beautiful eyes and smile,

She looks at me but then looks away...

It hurts me...

But i don't lose hope cause I love her,

and I think she loves me too.

I talk to her...

She replies,

but looks disinterested and irritated...

It hurts me...

But I don't lose hope cause i love her,

and I think she loves me too.

I walk with her...

Its the best moment of my day!

Alas! maybe I don't deserve it cause,

She looks irritated,

She ignores me and finally,

She walks away...

There I see her go away...

I am left alone to myself,

Lost, Defeated and Worthless...

I sit and wonder...

Has it come to this?

Do I really irritate her?

I think hard, very hard,

but I get no answer..

I think she does not want me anymore..

My mind agrees to it but,

My heart says no...

I belive my mind and decide to stay away from...

perhaps my tears will stop...

And so my day ends...

A new day comes and I feel the rush,

To see her smile,

To see her eyes,

To see in her my world walking around...

And so I once again HOPE

for HOPE keeps everything alive,

that maybe,

today she will smile at me,

today she will talk to me,

today she will walk with me,

nd perhaps today she will tell me that she loves me too...

Days pass by but it never happens so...

My hope seems crushed!

It hurts me...

but I don't lose hope cause i love her,

and I think she loves me too...

Or maybe it is not so anymore...

                                                                                     - Akshat Singhal 

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