A few days back I watched I hate Luv stories. Yesterday afternoon I watched "Confessions of a shop-o-holic" and yesterday night I watched Inception. Reactions after watching the movies are "Get me a barf bag!", "Ugh uh for the shop-o-holic and batting eye lashes for the investment banker" and "Bollywood cannot compete with these goras. Amazing script, beautiful story-telling and mind-boggling graphics!!!" respectively.

Would like to add a bit more of a review for Inception because it deserves more. For some strange reason, right now, the only way I can compliment the movie is by saying Bollywood is primitive, hardly original and mediocre at even making a copy!! With every such movie made in Hollywood, the bars have been set high, and its sometime before Indians can even begin conceiving such ideas. Ofcourse the Indian dance and song sequences have caught the attention of the westerner, but I wonder how long can songs hold someone's attention? Some great Indian film critic said somewhere that "Indians are still to understand cinema and the art of story-telling." I couldn't agree more.

Eve teasing

If I begin to tell you people what happened today, I am sure half wont believe me! But girls trust me, if ever you have been stalked/stared at or harassed by wanna be's on road/on bikes/in the car/or any moving vehicle, this trick can do wonders.

I am sure most of the girls have been followed by guys on bikes/cars/sometimes even trucks more than once! Our first instincts are mostly to slow down and let them drive ahead of us or drive faster than them so that they cant follow us. Today was one of the those days and the guys in question were two men in police uniform on a bike. After trying to avoid their gaze, I was convinced I would stop by a traffic police wala and complain about them. Being stared by civilians gets me kicking their butts, these were police constables!! How irresponsible and totally intolerable!!! I was deciding when to stop and deciding what to tell them or the traffic guy, they had already crossed the guy and I followed them. And thats when it struck me... why was I trying to run away from these gits! Why on earth should I be taking all the pain to not look ahead and drive, so I drove exactly behind them, eyes on the pillion rider and I followed them like their shadow.

The effect -

The pillion rider thought I would go away. So he kept looking behind to check where was I. I tailed there bike like a shadow, honked and shooed others away in between and made sure they were not out of sight. The evil grin vanished from the pillion riders face, the turning of head was replaced by hesitant glances and he even once touched his back of the shirts(like I do when I am conscious when someone's staring there).

The one who was riding the bike, adjusted the rear view mirror. He stared into the mirror, I stared into his face in the mirror. His laughter vanished, I guess my unscathed stare unarmed him too and even he stopped staring. Finally, finally after tailing them for almost 15 minutes, I took a turn and they kept driving. And as far as I can remember, neither of them turned to get a second look.

Chaumasa nu aagmann amdavad ma

Looks like that atleast.

Everything is perfect. Life's good.

Happy Monsoons guys! :)