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Bollywood 2011-Ode and kudos

1) No 1 killed Jessica
Worthier title: Femme Pro’fan’ity
Weird quotient: The movie defined Justice in a new sense Just‘Fire’ seemed more apt with Rani’s verbal histrionics and Vidya’s relentless acts.
Memories: The scene in which an about-to-indulge-Rani halts a love maker. Quietus Interruptus J

2) Dhobi Ghaat
Worthier title: Fourplay at the not-so-Tinsel town
Weird Quotient: Looks like they have deleted some words from the saying “dhobi ka kutta na ghar ka na ghat ka”J to make it a title
Memories: Not much except Aamiresque “Thinking man” posture

3) Saat Khoon Maaf
Worthier title: Pyaarabnormal Activity
Weird quotient: It was used freely by the free press to highlight budget 2011L
Memories: Keemat Lal’s (Annu Kapoor) Via agra-esque appetite leading to his doomJ

4) Dum Maro Dum
Worthier title: Cast, Sting, Dope, Rope Blues
Weird Quotient: Did Deepika’s iTem ensure a sequel ? Could have very well included Dev Anand in a scene L
Memories: Goa- “Liqour cheap, women cheaper” promo and the bad man named Biscuta...LolJ

5) F.A.L.T.U
Worthier title: R.O.F.L (the title is open to the sequelJ)
Weird Quotient: It released on Apr 1, Fooly F.A.L.T.U conceptJ
Memories: Google Chand’s efforts in setting up the university

6) Haunted
Worthier title: Bhoot.Rewind.Forward
Weird Quotient: The longest rape in history- 75 years. The movie also reaffirmed faith that every ghost is modelled after horcruxes nowadaysJ
Memories: The vase-blow-actJ; prompting a grim rapist on the loose

7) Ready
Worthier title: Spoiler Alert
Weird quotient: Pants-are new extras, they seem to portray quite a lot of emotions-DhinkaChickaJ
Memories: The good old sms flooding with Jawaan Sheela vs Character Dheela....

8) Shaitan
Worthier Title: None, by far the pick of 2011
Weird quotient: Hummers, Accident, Drugs, Deceit and Kal-ki actress
Memories: Epic rendition of Khoya Khoya Chand and the peppy Hawa Hawaii. Forceful performances by the entire cast.

9) Delhi Belly
Worthier title: Heist meets love meets lust meets Boss, D.K
Weird quotient: The first movie in which an actor has been brave enough to be a ‘cunning linguist’ quitting the ‘master debater’ role :P
Memories: The orange juice wiping solution, the banana peeling via the knife at the table and lots of obsceneties J

10) Murder2
Worthier title: Layman and Blademaniac
Weird quotient: We expected skin, got leather. The movie was weird in a sense that he picked prostitutes and did not do the sexpected needful. Sunny Leone is next and we can expect more/less
memories: The gaping wide mouth in the promos :o

11) Singham
Worthier title: Power.Full
Weird quotient: The movie was Ajay’s biggest hit ! Apparently Chennai Super Kings have sued the Movie’s posters
Memories: The I-got-out-of-a-moving-Scorpio-defying-(mv^2/r) act

12) Bodyguard
worthier title: colosSAL-MAN
Weird quotient: For a change Salman donned a formal attire for most of the movie. Wonder if Sunny Deol would have been a good choice?
memories: The so called twist in the tail, whats, whys and how the F’s are left for the audience to fathom

13) Ra one
worthier title: Quit playing games for our heart
Weird quotient: How do you expect the not so kids to enjoy this ? Even the kids complained that Arjun Rampal, the emotionless vaudeville was actually a Ra-bot L
Memories: The only thing we are not looking forward is a sequel named Ra.ttU

14) Rockstar
Worthier title: Pal, Lung tod
Weird quotient: The movie revolved on the Rockstar’s proclivity to indulge in a kiss and somehow in the end we see that he has fathered. Junglee Jawan, bhak sala
memories: The songs, the million odd facebook obituaries and Ranbir claiming it was his bestest role :P

15) Dirty picture
Worthier title: Picture this, Dirty
Weird quotient: N.D Tiwari, the scandalous octagenarian would have been the perfect one-actor-fitting all against Vidya Baloon...oops
Memories: Blousy.Lousy.Arousy.period

16) Don 2
worthier title: Don’T(wo)
Weird Quotient: How could Duggu be that generous? What happened to Don’s Ducati at the end(How did they move from the bridge) ? Isha, Lara who’s next...........:o
Memories: The car chase, the clichés, the heist.RIP

Home o Sapiens

After a tumultuous journey laden with flight delays and braving the chill - I managed to reach Bhubaneshwar @4 pm. The conveyor belt was he epitome of a sadist, It lingered the obvious in spite of the fact-that a small,packed with a zillion-tears-of-joy face was gazing outside the glass pane.
After the pleasantries exchange..Dad scaled me somewhat and said.."kali salhalu bala katiebu(Son,get an early morn hairdo).Mother, her usual self looked somewhat glum that I did not complement her flab loss, later I obliged.The journey back home was a good hour or so, I wasted no time is flaunting what I did, what the city has become here and crying foul at each traffic stop....In the mean time my father tested me with politics and talking about "knowledge". He gave a mocking chuckle when my reply on being asked about Nirupama Rao's visit to Kerala was.."err..no idea". Mother in the mean time talked about the institute being a 'mass' killer, robbing me of my 2 decades worth of adipose. On reaching home I had a sumptuous lunch with Rohu fry, odia delicacies and Chenna poda-a sweet(translated to burnt cheese).

I slept, I wept and I leapt :)

Flavour of Decay

Gyrating in this mesmerizing lyre,
O elements, I gleefully plunge into the mire.
The shoddy morals taking me closer to the funeral pyre
Even then, the decadence doth not tire,

They say Life is all about a jig and a jug
the broken dream, and the confrontation with the vicious thug,
Fascinating cascades touched, myriad hues swashed in the rug
Endless cerebrations, treachery and clandestine plots over a coffee mug.................

The renegade ..cursed by the Gods

Exploring avenues and pushing for richer pastures
The night walker flew to battle the Sun and the azure,
Rebel he was, he braved the caveat and shook of being demure
Enough of being a lunatic, he said seeming perfectly sure


His mother, in the midst was heard of the plaintive whine,
He consoled, saying he will rule the day and the tall pine
Pruning his plume he ventured after shrieking a line
He rose high,turned a bone and disappeared in the vine


The sun, the sultry scenes were fought with utmost skill
The maverick he was, he thought this was his fill
Little did he know that grave threats loomed large above his bill
He perched on a tree picking up fodder or his meal


Along came a murder of crows,black and cawing
They seemed to get rid of the changeling
Our hero seemed to be flummoxed at this acerbity, this pestering
the little one was gravely swooped upon by the crows, amidst shouts and abusing


somehow braving the odds, he dashed for a high post
The crimson all poured, resembling a gory ghost
he shouted at the heavens, remembered his mother and cried accost
Then fell the brave owl, the little renegade most :(

Just Kidding !!!1

When I was a kid,

The honking school bus was my ultimate driving machine, The fear and loathing of Zee horror show made sure that I don’t wake up for a pee, The only time I devoured 3 chapatis was when mom served the left-over mutton curry @dinner, The ideal Sunday was cartoons-comics and cricket, The securest place (where no god-damn-ghost could enter) was sleeping between paa and mom, Subjects like dictation, craft and moral science were somehow a fearful proposition, the only thing that I bothered to wipe my hands and face after a meal was my mom’s saree, Evening prayer was an effort to battle mosquitoes and keep singing in unison at the same time, to avoid interruption of Rangoli-I kept the toilet door open and did the needfulJ, Big Babol(and big fun!) cards were something more precious than anything, The only plea/excuse at exams was a loud cry, Knees and elbows seemed to be the infinitely skin rich parts of the body, The birthdays were all about gifts and “whistle blowing”, The PTA meetings always ensured that my lunch was served only when my father came back from workL, A very late night sleep meant going to bed at 10:20 PM after being bored by the TV commercials during the Friday DD movie, speeches were prepared well before and forgotten after saying the topic, Superheroes came in dreams and lasted for 8 hours, Bravery was rushing 5 metres into the sea and coming back escaping the waters, Sachin winning the match meant a glass of Pepsi@ the next meal, Holi was a colourful vengeance, Being sick meant seating on the best chair-Mom by my side serving apples and soup-brother tuning Cartoon network-papa saying “okay you won’t go to school tomorrow”, train travel meant a ruckus as I often ended holding hands with the wrong parent, clearing contra and Mario stages meant pride among the friend circles, the only escape to adventure meant playing in puddles, Syringes were thought of being the most dastardly instrument ever, 3 consecutive sixes in ludo meant something to brag for the entire day, the only person who was accused of a fart was meJ,Tiffin breaks at school meant rock-paper-scissors, standing on the board of a scooter meant the top of the sky, the toughest word to spell was Mississippi, the reaction after the screening of ‘Jurrasic park’ was ..”dare not come home, my papa will smash you all”, 3 Gollies of Enid Blyton took about 3 years to read, Grandparent meant a store house of stories, The first rack in the refrigerator was the only place to grope when the lights went outJ, the painting scene in titanic meant an automatic head swing to the rightJ, ass meant a beast of burden, rubber indicated an eraser and cats and pussies were recited in aplomb in rhymes...........

Dylan’s-Times they are a changing never was more true L

The road to wordition

The past 3 weeks have been quite a handful.As expected the exams were pure reflections of what the grey cells absorbed and how much could they reciprocate at familiarity in the question paper.The brouhaha over the 'backing waters' seems to be on track of fame and adulation.I seemed to enjoy my part in framing questions for the online el'dorado: where gold is replaced by the witty gritties-at each stage a word will open doors to the next puzzle.Rebus,poetry,codes,queer connections,reading between the lines etc formed the order of the day and I, being a quizzer tried to do justice to the plethora of trivia and repository of information floating around.
November 5 has always been the day of a rebel and I commemorated the Fawkes day by conducting a "V quiz"- all themes shall begin with the letter V.It was really tough to manage 30 odd questions, devoid of any plagiarism,eyeball grabworthy in a span of a week.
After the exams, as if it were the pompous homecoming we had our jigs and jugs in campus-being a teetotaler was never difficult and with each such 'K'arousel I feel an air of desolation,segregation and ostracizm :o .The week ahead promises more adventure, more penning down, my very own errata bureau activities and a spate of quizzes

The lighter vein: I topped my mess with the food bill :)
proud moment,taking a bow and an arrow toooooo :P

verily, the vesper calls

In here I would like to dissect some of the commonest phrases,idioms an sayings in my way There would be a semblance of Sheldon,Weaving and some of the grandiloquent in history but believe me this will be entertaining.

1) 'A stitch in time saves 9' :

A complex embroidery loop in the temporal position of events relative to the annals of the universe can help you preserve the first composite lucky number ...

2) To upset the apple cart:

Afflicting an anxious uneasiness or grief to an inanimate wooden mobile structure serving the purpose of transportation laden with an abundant malic acid compound that is largely colored towards the end of the visible spectrum..

3) Where there is a will there is a way:

If you possess the testament that manages to ramify the necessary wealth and property to a highly chosen lot, then you are almost with certitude to extricate from the quagmire of delusions a path that leads to your destiny...

4) A little learning is a dangerous thing:

A diminutive activation of the grey cells of the cerebrum along with the excitation of the fovea centralis of the eye can only be worthy of being braided as something which may foster a dastardly repercussion towards the flora and fauna, disturbing the wave function and causing cataclysm

5) Skeletons in the closet:

The Greek root for dried body, forming the outer bulwark of the homo sapiens is to be observed by the cones in the ocular region, and as per necessary chemo-receptors successively is sent to the brain and encountered in the present world in a hollow,wooden cubicular structure serving the purpose of preserving bodily garments

God Itz killing me :(

What happens when a person realizes a dream....What does he do when he sees opulence and luxury rotting...... What good does it do when he innovates something bad, people appreciate and he pounces on to perpetuate more filth.....How does he tame his horses....What does he do when he gets the rude shock that he has crossed the line....When the kid in him looks up in awe to the monster that he has turned...What occurs when he starts sounding arrogant and demeaning.....What shall he do when he finds adulation to be a intoxication...How badly he craves for the old self...devoid of all these bacchanalia......

He quits....

My most celebrated Lair

After belling the hyped CAT, I am in the process of taming the RAT-frantic sessions,tiring lectures, hackneyed sessions, biting retorts, habitual harangues, carousels and bacchanalia seem to inject a new serum in me.What was a laconic-i-live-in-my-space fellow has turned into a bellicose-eat-live-facebook nerd !!

Of all the things that I seem to miss, movies are my far the 'pie in the sky'.In here, in K-land, I somehow rediscovered my love and indulged madly in the past week.Although I failed to keep track of my cinephilia, still i safely presume it would be a sizeable number.'Escape from Alcatraz','Lucky number slevin','Harsh times','Willard','Of mice and men' were some of the paintings of the tinsel town that I leapt into.

Boy....wouldn't it be nice to live movies ??

The art of applause

The world of presentations and lectures have traditionally been dialogic.Although the vocal chords and guile of being a prestidigitator works well for the presenter still there exists an inseparable part in the form of the class that I call as "clappers"
A panegyric to them :

Solitary Reaper-1 clap,no takers
The damp squib- All hype but ends up in a whimper
Eargasm errr-Of decibels and cacophony
The synthesizer-one who begins the frenzy
The eunuch-the propensity to clap for anything and everything
The insensitive moron-One who doesn't clap whatsoever
Conjugal refulgent-clap 'celebrating' others, well 'screwing' in more than one ways

Long tailed-The never say die(unless those around quell him)

Headbanger-the app loose cult :)

credits: Ashish Tickoo , Bhawani Dwivedy and Aditya Agar(apart form me ...)

Paxi's Journal : Entry 2

The tinsel town which was forlorn for a week , is agog and brimming with the plaintive whines.My friends who ventured out to seek their loved ones have returned victorious, laden with a rich platter.Some samaritans bothered to notify to the hungry gourmands and rest stuck to the Hammurabi's "eye for an eye".The week before was spent amidst jigs,jugs and cunning stunts.Now I find myself tethered to taxing projects and exercising my quadriceps femoris for the zillion trips to the library and study hide-outs.The decadence has percolated deep and I see some of my best friends bow down and give in to the fuming white stick.I manage to find some solace in yesteryear songs and lay some foundation bricks in my sanskrit escapades.I think the vicissitudes and ladies have got a perfect alluding prey in me...................

cerebrations of a cunning linguist

"Word"ly pleasures has always been my indulgence.As per me, the most percolative way to reach the erudite is by "cunning linguism" instead of being a "master debater". Jargon, for many writers, has always been the last retort for recognition but the guises of the pen make the perfect re-partee. After close to 2 months at K, I feel konsummated and in kadence with the K-way of life.No wonder, If George Eastman were to visit the place he would have even rechristened his name.The practice of swapping the C with the K is parlance here.Amidst all the karousels, there lies ample scope to prove pen prowess-the networking sites prove to be the vista of narcissism and my komrades jump in-I just try to be a Kogent Komment passer.Cutting the long story short,Master debating lies in spills and thrills but cunning linguism is all about wordly licking

Epicurean's dream

Come August, and in Orissa they say-Its Elysian fields.

The murky sky, the Spiteful rivers in spate, The rainy-brainy-cycle-dashers, the seeping lackadaisical verve :), the father returning drenched and the lil' kids reaching for the towel and searching for the marshmallow, the impudent son wandering off cantankerously..........and it goes on Among some of my favorite memories are the Elysian Ilisis (Hilsa) that are pricey yet ubiquitous at those times. The Sunday would begin with Dad and mom sipping tea and the kids (me and my big bro) rushing to the refrigerator for sweets/the kitchen cupboard for nuts and flakes.Dad would being narrating "his days"-The energy, the climate...and would finally come to food.Mom picks up and just brings fish into the limelight.After some animation and decisions on the amount to be brought-Dad sets off to the Fish depot(usually taking my bro alongwith in his erstwhile Bajaj Chetak :( ).The welcoming of dad was just like a victor and Mom in the mean time would get ready and begin the kitchen affairs of the day.We, the lil' ones spent the morning running some onion/garlic errands ,reading papers, and ear-gasm-ing at Rangoli(aired at DD).

Dad, although being a busy doctor would ensure that he calls us and enquires about the cooking progress !!!.At 1:00 PM bliss was served on the platter.............

Missing those days and the table histrionics of My dad , My bro and My mom

Extricating the Tweener..

It was started by a lackadaisical Vilas, who will always be remembered as the man who had 46 consecutive ATP wins(Novak came perilously close). The Tweener was called the "Great willy" by Vilas and it was done sometime in 73'.His 1st loss during the 46 streak was at a best of five-set final, Vilas dropped the first two sets by 6–1, 7–5 and then retired in protest of Năstase's use of a spaghetti strung racquet (which was banned by the ATP shortly after).


Yannick Noah was also a Tweener exponent and used it to a good extent.He is now a celebrated samaritan with a musical bent:)



Carrying the legacy was another Frenchman-Fabrice Santoro.

He would always be remembered as the marathon man-the 2004 French open clash with Clement was big in itself until Nicolas Mahut-J.Isner killed it in terms of length .


In the present era , Roger Federer is the celebrated tweener (Djoker was at the receiving end!) and even Nadal does it often.


What's astonishing is that Gaby was also an exponent :)

A Day : Konfessions

09:00-Cacophony #1
09:01-Right thumb exerts force to silent it
10:13-Battling with lactic acid , I wake up and grope to reach for the Lappy
10:27-Ablutions done, victor goes vanquishing
10:33-I think of quick nibbles @ my way to class
10:53-Reach class-Saved from being barred somehow
12:53-Marketing transforms from a secant to a tangent
13:13-Its an asymptote now!
13:49-Lunch along with some Gyaan on Anna(As in Oriya we would be saying Arna with Anna)
15:28-Learn some how that Battle of sexes was in Economics and KGB were too good at it
16:49-Sachin's cover drive
20:01-Mail flooded with hosti(e)lities
22:11-Some how realize that i had a quiz at 22:00
22:33-Submit it 2 minutes late, don't know about the repercussions yet!
22:47-Manage to put up-"To Do: Bath,4 projects, 3 club activities, 243GB movies"
23:09-Cut the crap-Thinks of posting this after the 10 min dawdle

Paxi's Journal: Entry 1

At the stroke of 4, only 3 categories can be awake and kicking-The Bacchanalians, The Vigilantes and The "Komrades". Sleep is just a mere "necessity" as Clooney in Three Kings would advocate.I see myself transformed and changing fast-My nocturnal ruminations have been starved of the pulchritude completely, Blaring alarms and Ugly Berner Lees' have stamped presence.The disheveled hobbledehoy has been taken captive by the vicissitudes of Gillette Etiquette.I see the Kampus as a krucible-frenzied at 23:59:59 for 2 things-deadlines and livebodies (Birthdays !).Wish I could write more--If I write back soon that means I have dealt with the K bug else someone has booked me with verbosity ........:)