The Last Week Of November

'The Last Week of November' apart from Mumbai Blasts has also bought about a change in my life. I have been waiting for this change for the past 3 months I should say. The Last Week of November has provided me with a New Aim in life. All this while till 'The Last Week of November' my life had been the same wherein nothing exciting was happening and i was just waiting for the day to get over. Now the difference is that I wait to get home and make use of the time I have with my family.

'The Last Week of November' is the week when I started working and landed up with my first job. There's a saying in Hindi"Shabar ka phal hamesha meetha hota hain" and I have experienced it. for the past three months, my resume was posted at all major vompanies of India. At the same time recession happened and there were many layoffs, but my family who has been my support throughout my life till now used to pep me up by saying that "Don’t worry It’s just a matter of time and you will get the First job which you will love": It happened finally on The Last Week of November.

The Last Week of November brought up a new phase in my life where I would learn new things and get experience in my field.The place where I work is a Dream Come true for me as I had always dreamt of working in such an environment. Such an Environment is created by the Workforce of the company and the head of the Company. As I said earlier I consider myself Very lucky to work at such a place where each an every employee thinks about how he can contribute to the company And how they enjoy the work to the maximum. For all this to happen 'the boss’ plays a major role. I couldn’t have asked for Anything more. My boss is someone who has become my role model. He is someone who has lots of Bright ideas and His planning is immaculate. He has a vision and I would like to contribute my best to fulfill his vision. He's the kind of person Who we can look up to, his knowledge about the subject is great but he still believes he has lots to learn which shows his humbleness,I’m not promoting anyone or trying to earn anyone's goodwill by saying this. I am saying this because this is what I feel and This blog is all about my feelings.

This ends the Last Week of November and I look forward to contribute my best in whatever I do

What A thought Provoking Movie "A Wednesday"......

Now this is a complete surprise. And an extremely pleasant surprise, must add. Newer stories are slowly finding their way into plexes of India. Two Fridays ago, Phoonk spoke about the power of Black Magic and last Friday, ROCK ON!! encouraged you to chase your dreams. Both Phoonk and Rock On!! didn't boast of A-list actors to lure the audiences in hordes, but the films let the powerful content do the talking.

It's a hat-trick now. The third Friday in succession witnesses the release of A Wednesday. And marks my words, it's the most powerful film to come out of Bollywood in 2008.

Most promos mislead the viewer no end. They promise the moon, the viewer is hooked and very often, they fail to meet the expectations. In this case, the promos are just the tip of the iceberg. This movie has so much to offer than a few vital glimpses highlighted in the promos.

Here's another point that needs to be clarified. A Wednesday is not about the train blasts, nor is it similar to MUMBAI MERI JAAN. Sure, terrorism is the wallpaper here, but A Wednesday talks about the plight and power of the common man, the aam aadmi.

The year has witnessed some supremely talented storytellers make their debut, like Rajkumar Gupta [AAMIR], Kunal Deshmukh [JANNAT] and Abbas Tyrewala [JAANE TU… YA JAANE NA]. Now Neeraj Pandey joins the ranks of directors who, one is confident, will be one of those calling the shots in the future.

A Wednesday works like magic because of its gripping plotline. The journey, right from start to end on a fateful Wednesday, keeps you on tenterhooks. And the culmination to this complex tale is what takes this film to dizzy heights.

In short, A Wednesday is amongst the finest -- and bravest -- films to come out in 2008. Just one word to describe it: Remarkable!

A Wednesday tells the story of certain events that unfold between 2 and 6 p.m. on A Wednesday in Mumbai. Events that do not exist in any record.

Flashback: Prakash Rathod [Anupam Kher], Commissioner of Police, Mumbai gets a call demanding the release of four militants in lieu of information on bombs that the man has planted in various parts of Mumbai. At first, Prakash suspects it to be a crank call, but his doubts are dispelled once he actually finds a bomb planted in the police station right opposite his Police Headquarters.

Prakash Rathod is not the type to give up easily. He gets a team of his best men together and taps all his resources. He even hires a young hacker to help his team trace the calls and also the location of the anonymous caller. Time passes by, but no concrete results are evident. Eventually, Prakash Rathod decides to hand over the militants to the anonymous caller. It is then that events take a bizarre turn.

Expect the unexpected in A Wednesday. From the writing point of view to the execution of the written material, writer-director Neeraj Pandey never takes the been-there-seen-that route even once. It does take time to settle down [the multiple stories at the start are not too interesting], but once you do get the hang of things, A Wednesday offers you twist after twist, throws challenge after challenge in those 1.30 hours [yes, it's a short film]. No sub-plots, no songs, no unwanted masala, no unnecessary tracks -- A Wednesday has a story to tell and it tells most effectively.

On the execution front, the camera movement [Jimmy Jib], during Naseer's portions specifically, demands your attention. Cinematographer Fuwad Khan's output is top class even when he captures a chase [Jimmy Sheirgill] on a busy Mumbai street. The editor [Shree Narayan Singh] deserves lavish praises for giving shape to this thriller. During the finale specifically -- Anupam is driving towards the location, while Naseer is packing his stuff -- the parallel scenes are juxtaposed brilliantly. The background score [Sanjay Chowdhury] is stirring.

When your film has two of the finest talents sharing screen space, it only heightens the curiosity. Naseeruddin Shah has delivered several remarkable performances over the decades and the one in A Wednesday easily makes its way into his Top 5 works when you recall his body of work. His outburst in the end -- when he talks about the plight of the common man -- is astounding. The entire audi, one is confident, would break into a deafening applause at this master sequence.

Anupam Kher is equally dynamic. Watch the cold look or catch him face-to-face with Naseer in the finale, if there's one actor who could stand up to a giant of an actor, it's Kher. An outstanding performance indeed!

Every performance in A Wednesday is charged. Jimmy Sheirgill is first-rate as a volatile cop. Of late, the actor has been wasted in insipid roles and it's about time film-makers take a note of this talented actor. Aamir Bashir is superb. Again, this actor has never got his due in feature films. It's our loss, not his! Deepal Shaw plays her part confidently. Chetan Pandit, as the Chief Minister, is effective. Ditto for the actor who plays the main terrorist - Kali Prasad Mukherjee.

On the whole, A Wednesday is cinema at its best. It may not be a Kinng-sized entertainer to lure the audiences in hordes and set the box-office afire, but A Wednesday does pack in king-sized punch. Do yourself a favour: Watch A Wednesday.

I Start With A Tribute To My Grandfather

The Reasons I miss my grandfather

Ø The First and the most important thing that I miss is the Love and Warmth which he used to give me when I needed it the most

Ø The Assurance that he is there for me whenever and wherever

Ø The Knowledge that he imparted which is carried over from legacies about our traditions, rituals, culture

Ø His self belief and confidence which rubs off on us and his SHEER DETERMINATION to Live a Disciplined life and most importantly giving least trouble to anyone..

Ø His motto in life has been “Let me struggle, but my children and grandchildren should live happily”

Ø Whenever I used to call him. The first thing he used to ask me is that do I need anything from him and at that time I used to say that I jus need ur love. Now I feel I should have said that I want u to live a long life...

Ø Whenever I needed something. without even thinking for a second he would buy it for me

Ø In spite of living far away from him. I would eagerly wait every year to spend time with him. But now when I am near him he has gone far away from me, so far that even if I need to be with him also I cannot.

Ø He would fondly refer to me as “Konthe”. Now my ears wait to hear that loving words but they know that ,no one can refer to me in such a loving way

Ø I miss the journeys which we took together. He was a simple man that in spite of the fact that he could afford a car he would take a bus. I have travelled the length and breadth of Kerala with him. Even if the bus is crowded he would get in and if I say I won’t b able to get in he would push others and make way for me so that I don’t get sandwiched. He would take all the pushes but would protect me always. Such was his greatness...

Ø The last one month of his life I was lucky enough to spend with him completely. I served him the best possible way I could. At those hard times also he would say to me that ”KONTHE IM SORRY FOR TROUBLING YOU SO MUCH”

Ø I learnt the technique to make the perfect TEA from him. Every morning he wud wake me up and say lovingly that he needs ma special tea. “APPAPA I get up everyday early now but I don’t have anyone to make that special tea”

Ø In the evenings he would tell me to go for walk and while coming back he would tell me to get peanuts or vegetable puffs for him without anybody’s knowledge. Nowadays I don’t eat peanuts as I don’t have company.

Ø He was a great singer and anyone in his locality can vouch for that fact. He was fondly referred to as “PATTU PADARA THATHA”. Many people know him by this name only?

Ø In the last one month where we had no other source of entertainment. He would tell me all his stories and the position he has reached to be by sheer determination, struggle and will power. He used to tell me that whenever he used to think about those times “blood used to flow from his eyes and not water”

Ø In that one month he made me understand the different kinds of people and their way of behavior. Thanks to both our experiences we were able to understand the real nature of people and were able to see the real persons hiding behind the mask.

Ø At one point of time his frustration got into him due to various incidents which made him feel that he has become handicapped in life , and at that moment he told me that “konthe let us go to Bombay”

Ø There were many promises made to him but none were fulfilled. Even at that time he used to say that “konthe we both are enough for each other and we don’t need anyone else”

Ø In this period of time he realized that who were his friends and who were his foes. He forgave even those people who had done wrong to him, and accepted those people who were made to look bad in front of him by other people.

Ø I still know that in spite of not being physically with me. He’s there with me in an invisible state.

Ø Some view points of his was not agreeable to me, but now I realize his view points were spot on and I was wrong

Ø On the way back to Mumbai, I still remember the hearty laugh we had together when one of the passengers after boarding the plane asked the airhostess whether this flight is going to Mumbai. The way we laughed is still fresh in my ears.

These are jus sum of the reasons why I miss him. If I start listing everything, I may end up writing a book. I needed a medium to vent out ma feelings for him and is there any other way than by paying tribute to such a great man