Zendagi Migzara

The first time I was introduced to Delhi Belly was earlier on this year when I saw the trailer at a theater. It looked bad and I swore to myself I wouldn't watch it. Anyways, it released and with everyone going gaga about it, I thought it might be worth a watch. I finally booked tickets and went for the movie. Unfortunately for me (and the movie) I developed a fever that evening and didnt want to waste the ticket, so went nevertheless. Somewhere in my head I knew I will hate the movie, so I was prejudiced. So this is a prejudiced review! hell, no newspaper is paying me to write an unbiased one is it? The crux of the movie is cuss words, crassly shown sex and an extremely pathetic way of showing an indigestion problem. Throw in the old funda of smuggled Russian diamonds, dialogues that some may call "humour" and a crazy race all over the city and you have Delhi belly. The Acting I have to give it, was awesome, the casting was perfect, but what I dont get is,

Do Nainaa Aur ek Kahani Thoda Sa Baadal Thoda Sa Paani Aur ek Kahani Choti Si Do Jheelon Mein Wo Behati Rehati Hai Koi Sune Ya Na Sune Kehti Rehti Hai Kuch Likh Ke Aur Kuch Zubani ~Gulzar ~~Masoom This one is devoted to my Father. You know, while growing up parents always say things to the kids and they often end their arguments with "We've grown up, crossed all the paths that you will be crossing, and we know what its like" And you often say to yourself, no way! That was a different time and these are different times, things are now different, the paths are different. And so you go on, do what you want to do. It's often happened to me. And it happened again, when I told my parents that I was dating someone. My Father wrote me an email and said a lot of things. He didnt shout, he didnt preach. But it had a nice "conversation over coffee" feel to it. And I love re-reading that email sometimes. The crux of what he said was, "I