Monthly Archives: October 2008


I made up my mind not to write about this filthy cinema in my blog after watching the ridiculous stuff. I am sure Sanjay Gadhvi would have made this whole script while taking his bath. Though the movie started off with telling the story of a boy in the format of images,that novelty didn’t last for at least 2 minutes. Here starts all the crap, better only if I won’t write anything. Gone are the days , one can draw the audience to the theatres just with skin show. What if Imran’s first movie would be this one? He would have been just another Harman Baweja.

After googling about the movie review i tumbled upon this page.
Its really hilarious and what would Sanjay do if he reads the whole thing?? Only Sanjay knows. The above mentioned post author has done a lot better job than Sanjay has done.

The next time, I will watch his movies only after reading the review. Iwish , at least now he brings out some sensible and enjoyable movies or stop working for cinemas.


The end of DADA-giri

I was a bacchha(infant) ,when coming to the nuances of cricket until a point of time.Would you believe that my Mom and Sister urged me to go and play with other kids.I relented because I had almost all zero interest.Thanks to Doordarshan, which added cricket to my life’s dictionary.

Accidentally, on one fine day when I was ticking the buttons on the TV remote, some left handed batsmen caught my attention.He had just fired a six into the stands along the covers.I was awe struck.I haven’t had seen such a shot till that point of time.I was waiting for the name of the batsmen who was firing against the Pakistani bowling


.Scrolling Score ticker displayed his name to be Saurav Ganguly( It was the final match of Independence Cup – 1998).Its the name I will never ever forget in my lifetime.With those sixes triggered from his bat towards long on,covers,long on , long off like ultra fast bullets I used to glue to the TV set.I also came to conclusion after a point of time, the first ball of the match will be a four or six.I would bet on that. Dada was  ekalavya to me. I didn’t have many cricket friends during the start up days.

My mom was little happy that I asked her to buy a new bat for me.For she thought," yeh baccha aakhir abhi toh sudhrega…thoda khel vheel bhi hona padta hain zindagi mein…" She happily bought a new MRF labelled bat for me with Sachin Tendulkar autographed on it. I was feeling ecstatic.For a while I imitated DADA and gave up left handed batting,just carried the zeal to play cricket like DADA.Whenever dada scores a century or some hard hitting sixes we bacchas in colony would run out of our homes and rename ourselves to Shoaib Aktar Vs Ganguly , Wasim Akram Vs Sachin etc etc…and play cricket for some endless hours.We neither bothered about food nor about the aftermath of farting.The only one thing we knew was Cricket.Probably,the day my mom bought a bat for me was the last one which she would have had relished with some positive agenda about my attitude to cricket.It transitioned from

 ‘ Kya beta aaj acha khel liye ho kyan? Thu batsmen banega ya bowler?’ to

"’Aaj kal cricket ke liye tho jyada bahut waqt karch kar rahe hon..thoda padayin pe bhi dyaan lagao" ….

"Ab bahut hogaya kal hi tho naya ball mangvaya aur aaj phir 10 rupaya..yeh le 2 rupaya… chahiye tho le nahi tho cricket vicket band karle"

"bakwass bandh ….cricket vicket sab chodo aur books pakado exams bahut hi jald aane vaale hain….cricket thumhe khana nahin lagayega….thoda tho buddishaali jaisa socho bacche…"

"ab main thereh peeche padne vaali nahin hoon ….is baar cricket ground mein dekhaana tere dho taange thod ke haath mein rahenge…samje khabaddaar…ab jaao andar aur padai pe dyaan lagao"

This saga continued for about 6-7 years.Those were the days.Love’m.

 I am indebted to my MOM for sparing all my notorious acts in the name of cricket and my cricketing GOD DADA.Even today I can’t play some basic cricketing shots but then ,I keep on trying to do so till date just with the passion instilled by my all time favorite , most passionate cricketer according to me ,one and only one Saurav Ganguly.We call him the God of off side , DADA, Royal Bengal Tiger,Sau(100)rav,Prince of Kolkata,….

He was,is & will be a sensation.We all know that he is the most passionate cricketer you can find in his times.This passion brought him controversies too.Whenever he scored a century or picked up wickets he used to roar like a tiger.Undoubtedly he is the best Indian Cricket Captain till date,not just for that he made us relish the taste of the many a number of victories any Indian Skipper ever did but also that he redefined the cricket in the Indian masses by his Teamwork concept.

To be continued….


Black Friday


Black Friday by S. Hussain Zaidi

My review

rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the first non-fiction I had ever finished reading. (Prior to this I had begun with My experiments with truth – M.K. Gandhi , but not yet done with it.) Added to all these, the recent bomb blasts throughout the country , pumped up curiosity levels to know what makes people kill one another and thus I made up my mind to sail through this book.

Firstly I would like to appreciate the efforts of Mr.Hussain Zaidi for his painstaking and meticulous research to portrait the most striking and startling truths about what transitioned a regular Friday into a Black Friday. Throughout the book one can feel the veracity of the facts discussed. Had he not written this one probably it wouldn’t have been such an interesting and satisfying read . While reading the book unknowingly your heart would pound . In one word it is compelling.

This book mainly deals about the blasts in Bombay city on 1993 March 12,that shook the entire nation. The biggest terrorist attack in Indian history , its aftermaths, and most importantly the conspiracy behind the dreadful act.

This book is an attempt to demystify the mammoth puzzle built by( and around) the characters of terrorists , corrupt officers who abetted the plan, the police officers who would break encroach the law in due course of investigation, the innocent and illiterate young Muslims who were dragged into this , Bombay people, and also the most powerful media.

The blasts were masterminded by most notorious one in the history of India Dawood Ibrahim and Tiger Memon. Even though the former was the initiator, he had been very less involved in this issue. Most of the cases were filed against the latter. Zaidi clearly depicts how communal riots of 1992 Dec 6 in regard of Babri Masjid demolition had influenced the blasts . Also discusses the transition of a school drop out Dawood to the Dawood bhai of Mafia Underworld, transition of an adamant Musthaq into Tiger bhai or Tiger Memon.The corrupt officials who abetted this dreadful plan knowingly or unknowningly.

Zaidi says in the pg 17 As the long and terrible day finally came to a close for he most of Bombayites, for senior officials,there was still work to be done.Zaidi justifies this statement for the rest of the book.

Thus begins the story of the mammoth conspiracy. How police will go to any extremes for unraveling the truth. Ruthlessly arresting a friend of friend of friend of the accused, even women and the children for that matter. How police would make the most of the TADA without even filing the case on the accused and harassing them till death at times. How, young illiterate or jobless Muslims were attracted to do the act for nothing more than money and not even understanding the intensity of rocking blasts. How ,one of the accomplice in the blasts later realizes that cleverly Tiger and others had escaped from dresswalas and they were held under TADA Act and turns into approver. Zaidi answers all the above questions with great justice to every character in the book with everyone’s perspective.

Sketching the plan, finding the resources ( both human and material) , training for bomb making in Pakistan, setting up the bombs ,confessions of the accused, court sessions, bollywood bonds with underworld dons etc..are the contents of the book.

One would clearly understand how lack of respect for others beliefs made a Black Friday in Indian history. Religious fervor , Corruption, illiteracy ,poverty, above all insanity of the Masterminds behind the blasts were the gross root level reasons.

I bet one wouldn’t resist oneself to finish it off after starting. Absolutely a recommended if one is interested in shady things of past.

Religion is not the synonym for killing one another. It only takes to respect one another’s belief.

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