Movie Review - Mohabbatein

Belated one.
But I just had to write one for this Atul Bedade of a movie, easily the shittiest
thing I watched that summer.
I used to be home, those days.
In my town(??), we use dung cakes for cooking purpose. Not always.
Some ladies are very good at it. They make it round. Put their heart out to shape it. And it looks it beautiful.
And it's a dung cake.
Yash Chopra, is Punjabi. Aware of these dung cakes culture. With Mohabbatein, he has payed the biggest tribute, ever, to dung cakes of North India.
<-The making of Mohabbatein
The movie is round, beautiful. And a dung cake.
Story line is as much irrelevant as Bedade's batting technique. Some 2 cool dudes and and 1 moronic hunk sing and dance around 3 girls, very stupid ones. There is one girl who is 'Dukhi', so avoided looking stupid. Chhuimui si tum lagti ho. She got an exception approval, best I can do is NO COMMENTS.

Below, the hunk Uday and Preety, Chhuimui girl. She used to look this nice.
There is a cleavage showing, big boob booty baby aka school student. Rakhi Sawant just got a better accent. Shamita had the talent to beat her for ugliness.

I never quite understood why SRK did it. Through out the movie, it appears that he is doing a parody of himself.
Mohabbatein, dumb downs the love stories to street crap.

Alright, last 20 minutes had the IQ which the rest of it was lacking. AB and SRK made it good.

World T20- Sonam Kapoor Impresses

Uncle JRod does fine with it. I vicariously enjoy his writing.
India were shit. England were not England. Pakistan were Pakistan. Austraila were Austraila. New Zealand were New Zealand. South Africa were more bull South Africa @ICC shit. Afganistan were brave. Sri Lanka were piss. Bangladesh were Bangladesh. West Indies were improving.

KP was KP, after the lost years (> Ashes 2007).
Gayle was the super cool dude, as always.
Hussy made me angry.
Sehwag, was not there.
Yusuf Pathan, was there. The Same Old Fears.
Bond, was not there, though he was there.
Umar Akmal was indeed there.
Mahela was there. Up there.
Raina was there. I saw him hitting some pull kind of shot, apparently, returning catch to bowler. He got the photographic memory, that one without a film. More awful than Lanky's slogging.
Dada, was again not there ( pull shot?? ).
Afridi, maybe, was there.
Cameron White was there.
Kallis was there, for the purists.
Clarke was there, for the opposition, England.

Steve Bucknor was not there.
Lalit Modi was not there.

Kieswetter has given a new foresight in stupid shot selection technology, pioneered by Rohit Sharma and Umar Akmal.

Moral: England won the wrong world cup, Cricinfo is correct.

What I've felt what I've known

Sometimes I feel more like myself.
And, there is definitely something is wrong with me or may be there is something wrong with everything else.
And, then I doubt myself. Am I what I am? Or is the world not what it is?
I have no idea. Sometime, I feel proud of being what I am. Some other times, I feel I am very stupid. Or at least everyone else is pretty sure that this guy is pretty stupid.
The only thing that I don't like about myself that I try to please people at many times. I must have conviction about whatever I do and I lack that. It sends a whole lot of wrong signals.
I have a very bad judgement about people.
And I just don't get social ques. Whoa..
And here, whatever I don't like about myself, ends. Pretty scary.
But why do I still live despite being so awful and inept. Despite being a total useless thing.
Because I am soo good, adorable.
I have seen a lot of beautiful people. But none beats me. Till this date.
No one I ever met, I found having as much integrity as me. This single thing sets me apart from everyone else on the planet. I am soo good. Money is not attractive. If there is one person to say that, its me. One may feel may be I have not seen that much of money. But I have.
I am intelligent. Not many people beat me, working side by side. I don't have a high IQ. I just trust my common sense. Some do beat me. And, I don't get jealous. I want to work with them, more.
I don't get jealous. I just don't feel it. There are better people and not as good people. Then, why should I get jealous. I don't get it. I just like being part of the crowd.
I love my family. I don't like the pressure they are putting me under these days. And they don't understand me. But, often, they are the people. They love you. And I love them. Nothing beats the leisure of having tea with everyone in the same room and discussing trivialities of life.
I am NON-JUDGMENTAL. Judgemental people put me off. Only God should judge. I don't judge me, other people.

And, I am dead. Just on matrix sort of auto pilot. Occasionally, some one finds my tomb and gets curious what is inside. I see light. Then, they cover me back. No commiserations, they don't even leave flowers after they saw me. I thought they had brought the candle for the peace of my soul.