Gotta love such movies dude… There is nothing at all in to remember in it.When you sleep, you sleep peacefully , there is absolutely no memory of any events in the movie.Wish life was like this as well..
I want to thank the director for making such a forgettable movie.

Kareena has awesome abs.The ray ban aviator coolers everybody wears in the movie are trendy(Va.add(”shopping list”,Aviators)).
There are less ‘Jatkas’ compared to “Race”. No fear, The stars don’t die in the movie.
Why akshay kumar kick-boxes when there is gun around is puzzling ? Why the bad-guys drop their guns and kick-box is puzzling as well.Guess there are unwritten rules in bolly fights.

But Kareena really looks fabulously fantabulous ya .

Va.REMOVE(”To-Do List”, Kareena Kapoor from jab we met)
Va.ADD(”To-Do List”, Kareena Kapoor as in Tashan)

There is no story , don’t expect any either… the pirated downloaded version had a bloody pissy sound in the background. Use noise elimination plugin in WMP to get rid of that.

Locations are great , Rajasthan and ghats of ganga near haridwar are such beauties.

Come on dude , Movie ain’t that bad.
On the other hand, that “U me and Hum” shit , god that one made me cry… for one its copied , and for one more , its painful to get through it.

These walls surrounding my heart have been shattered
The sadness sinks in, nothing of this has mattered
My sorrow echoes deeper in the hollow and dearth
Cupid’s arrow has left a deep gash in my heart

I have nothing to write about, i have won no wars
I have built no castles , i have not a million cars
I can’t buy you the moon, i can’t pluck you a star
All i can , is play you this song on my guitar

I have no flower in my hand, no diamonds in my purse
I have no original lines except for this verse.
There are no monuments in my name, i have no prizes to give away
Ain’t no streets named after me, ain’t no sculptures of clay

But if there is one thing,i still beam for when i finally fold
That my face would glow for,buried six feet under the ground
I have truly,deeply loved you with all my heart and soul
and so for that, i will always be remembered and my stories told.

If you can walk ,you can run.If you can talk,you can sing.If you can hold the pen , you can write.

but to write poems like me , you really have to suck….

adios amigos !!!

Every once in a while, there comes a movie to die for .. and we talk about the movie when we eat , when we drink and we even dream about it while we sleep. And use the dialogs in day to day life, and with acute retention idiosyncratically try to be like the main characters. Well for all this and more, watch , “There will be Blood” .
Its an awesome movie.

But in case you still decide to watch “aap ka suroor“, or should i say rather suffer through AkS, then beware, there is very little story, very very little screenplay and lots and lots of nasal singing.Even the gayatri mantra have made it into the nose.

Q) Wonder what will happen if himesh wears a nose ring ?
A) He will have a golden voice ……

The story(or the absolute lack of it) is appalling. Himesh falls in love(HR sirf ek baar pyaar karta hai) with an amiable Sweet girl(looks gorgeous). The first half of movie is all about “HR yeh nahi karta” , HR sharab nahi pita “
“HR india ka rockstar hai”

Small cute girl to HR : mere heart mey hole hai….
HR to small cute girl : Tumhe pata hai ki tumhare heart mey bhagwan ne hole kyun diya hai ?
Cute girl : nahi …
HR ( HR sab janta hai, HR bhagwan se baat karta hai) : Kyunki , usme khuub saara pyaar barna hai, agar hole nahi hoga to usse kaha bharogi ?

(At this point ,
Va : Bhagwan ne HR key Dimag mey hole kyun diya hai ?
A: Taki HR hamesha Topi pahene rakhe …..
)

More of nasal melodrama, HR gets arrested for murder.
Police : what do u have to say in your defense ?
HR : HR kabhi kisika Khuun nahi karta.
Police : Duh !!!

HR escapes from jail(HR jail mey be versace aur red topi pehanta hai).

HR uses 5 diff colours of topi , Red ,white , black , brown and green. matching matching with his cleavage display shirts.

HR comes out of a car crash , still comes out with the Topi intact.
Schweet girl adheres with HR in good and bad, Her mobile ring tone is the melodramatic nasal gayatri mantra.
In all this mish mash, there is mallika sharawat trying to woo HR. HR kabhi item number ke saath date par nahi jaata.

All good prevails in the end.Autos run in streets of germany, German tv’s carry breaking news of HR’s innocence.Schweet girl falls in his cleavage(which is visible through out the movie).mallika is spell bound.
Audience is happy, the ordeal is over. If this is the real life story of HR , it sucks.If this is the story he has made up , it still sucks. 4 year old kids make up better stories.If this is the story he belives in , it stills sucks.

All in all, use this movie to sleep the days that you dont drink.

HR(in end) : God bless everybody,
Va : Thanks…

Apeldoorn , Cycling Het Loo

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Country : The Netherlands.

Province : Gelderland.

Warriors on the wheels : Va, Raj.
We reached apeldoorn after changing 2 trains.We basically searched the whole town for the cycle hire shop. As we guessed it was right in front of us all the while.So finally, after renting the cycles , we went in the opposite direction. It was not really difficult considering our navigation skills and highly advanced gut”tary” feelings.
Finally good sense prevailed and we returned to where we had started.As i was about to recant, luckily , we found a street as marked in the route.We strictly following the route, and up ahead we entered a beautiful stretch of road.

Before reaching Juliana park

After some photo-ops, we cycled along and it got better and better.This probably is one of the best cycling routes in Holland esp if you like forests and cycling in it.The greenery just blew me away.

Green Forest

If case any of you poor soul is really interested , here is the English version of the dutch route.
Its fully copied from a dutch book. Buy it if you need 50 more good cycling maps around Holland from ANWB store.

1) From station NS apeldoorn , Left , over by railway crossing , Right.
2) At traffic lights , LEFT , direction of Ede;
3) At next traffic lights , LEFT , Amersfoort.
4) At traffic lights, RIGHT ,direction of zwolle
5) In the end , LEFT : vosselmanstraat;
6) In the corner, LEFT , in direction of auto traffic amersfoort.
7) Just up ahead, Straight : Badhuisweg. 8) Follow the road, At traffic lights Jachhtlaan crossing.
9) Follow the road, J.C. Wilslaan cross via the bicycle road.
10) IN hoog-Soeren ( restaurant) , at crossing with paved road, RIGHT
11) At the crossing with grindpad, mushroom 21042 , RIGHT.
12) before the main road, RIGHT , parallel bicycle road(but for restaurant echoput , LEFT , parallel to main road).
13) at the next mushroom, LEFT , in the direction of elspleet, grindweg.
14) at driesrong , RIGHT , grindweg omlaan next , parallel to quiet road.
15) Sign apeldoorn city, precedence road crossing, hoge brink;
16) At the second crossing, RIGHT;
17) At the road split oblique, LEFT HogeKampweg.
1 8) First right, cycle on used to be railway track.
19) At main road, LEFT, and second RIGHT,, :marconistraat.
20) At the end, LEFT, immediately after that, RIGHT , Nobelstraat;
21) At the crossing by princen park , LEFT , langs park;Frisolaan;
22) Way crossing, immediately after the white villa , LEFT, at oblique , RIGHT , informal sandy road down.
23) Pay attention , before the bridge , RIGHT , sandy road.
24) follow the path, transfer to bicycle road,at the end,here, main road crossing , Griftstraat.
25) In corner , Straight , cycle path.
26) At the end of bicycle road, at the crossing with precedence road , LEFT , back to NS-station apeldoorn.

And as i turned my head , the road turned for me …

Adios !!

Never a day goes by when i don’t think of you..
Not even a night passes by that i don’t cry for you..
My mind is tired and i can barely stay awake..
I lie on the bed to sleep, but all i really want is you…

If only there was a way to show you how i feel…
I wish there were magical words i could steal…
Without you, i know not if i will ever feel alive…
I choose pain over regret , so now somehow i have to survive…

I like making coffee, every morning i get up…
I like looking out of window, through my glass cup…
I want to talk stories as i sip my coffee…
But without you, i just let them be…

All this love, words and poems are putting me down….
These thoughts pull a twister on me and deeper i drown..
Please please don’t run away, its all i can say…
I will still be around when your hair turns Grey…

And one day when life casts its shadows on you…
When sugar don’t taste sweet and no one speaks to you…
And one of those days when you think nothing matters anymore…
Remember that there is some one who still cries for you…

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Location : Deurne , Holland
Route : Deurne , vlierden , lissel , helmond , deurne.
Date : 26th April
Concerned cyclists : Va , Vi, and Raj.

Technical details : De Peel is a region in the Southeast of the Netherlands that straddles the border between the provinces of North Brabant and Limburg.


As usual, we started late afternoon.We caught a train to Deurne which was very close anyway to eindhoven.
We missed one train by a fraction(or say i missed it by a fraction, the other 2 would have missed it anyway while they argued whether to take the elevator or stairs).
We hired 3 cycles, which i guess were elegant in their age of prime, but now, definitely short of confidence and adequately lacking in suspension.After cycling in circles(since we assumed, we knew everything), and reaching the same place(the starting point) twice, we decided to see the map more carefully and thus began our peel adventure.

We followed the route map for a couple of minutes.The dutch route map had couple of words which i would not understand(in fact there are only a couple of words that i understand). Saint jozefstraat was our last stop with the route as our guide.After that we decided to follow our own route and Vi took the initiative.

Cycling in holland is always enjoyable.There are vast lands of openness, with hardly any one to bother. In this moment of peace,you readily connect to nature without any pain or anxiety and gracefully plummet into yourself.
This is what makes this experience retentive for a lifetime.Of course we took a lot of pictures, which also helps ;).

First stop in our way was Vlierden. Without the actual route, we strayed quite a bit and cycled along the main roads.From vlierden, we made our way into Lissel.All dutch towns are pretty and petite.The smaller ones are usually better.Dutch people love to decorate their houses.You always find flowers in at least one vase visible through the large windows.They take quite a lot of care to make sure their houses are painted and the details are precision perfect.
We gnawed for a bit having a extravagant coffee session with frites.Raj found ‘Photo-ops’ in these moments of uselessness, all in good spirit.

Fly like an eagle on the dutch cycle or should i say , the Flying dutchman…

We then made our way into the actual peel region, taking the peel blossom route from lissel to Vlierden.
This was probably the best stretch in this route.By now, we were hardly interested in the map or the distance and more so in overhauling the beauty of the place.The forage in the farms prompted Raj to quote “Ab to mujhe apne Ghaav ki yaad aa gayi yaar…”. Vi quickly retorted back “Abhe saale, Tere bihar mey itna clean ghaav hota hai kya kahi..”

We rested near a fountain which meant more photo-ops.The route was inadvertent to us by now and we were ready to venture deeper into unknown territories.We followed the “Deurne” signpost and thats when we hit the jackpot.
We entered in an area of lush trees , dry brown leaves concealing the road, shadowed on either sides by dense woods, birds chirping in the never ending path.Such was this celestial experience that it emaciated away all our sensibility.We transformed into 3 bright, young kids looking for best photo opportunities, capturing videos and setting timer in the camera to take pictures together. We jumped,we ran,we danced and we sang.We shed all our worries and sang as we cycled.

Yeh Raste jaane humhe le jaayenge kahan

Va “Hun jo chalne lage , chalne lage hai yeh raaste ” Chorus : vi.
Vi ” unknown song , like usual” , chorus: birds.
Raj ” Ab tere bin, jee lenge hum” .. { raj: dekh ‘va’, tere liye perfect gaan hai yeh.Isi ko gaana} chorus: vi, va

Va,vi,raj : Dheere dheere se, mere zindagi mey aana. ( Best performance award).

Few dutch, who cycled the other way were uncertain, but pleasantly surprised.They asked in dutch “vakantie?”
Not knowing much dutch, we replied “ya”.

Rahe ab bi wahi hain, Sirf Humsafar badal jaate hain….. aur cycle bhi…

We then made our way to Deurne. By now, the roads were not confusing anymore and the small streets were much more capacious now.We returned the cycles and made our way back to Eindhoven.Vi took some close up photos of me, and i, agreed without any stigma, whilst remaining highly flattered.People around us could have giggled, but we were hardly petulant, still raving about this pleasurable journey.

Sweet home Eindhoven, Back to cooking now.

Train Tickets to Deurne .. 7.30 Euros
Cycle rent .. 6.50 Euros
Coffee + Frites .. 4.50 Euros

Singing and dancing in the woods like kids … Priceless.

Still I get lost sometimes in thoughts,
they twist me in a whirl and haunt me..

Yes, its been a few months now
but the laughter still reminds me of you…

It could have been lovely, if I had gifted you that shawl before..
If i had asked you out for dinner, i would have loved the dress you wore …

Yes, its been a few months now
but I don’t think I will ever forget you…

Don’t feel like drinking anymore,whiskey can’t keep my mind from swinging….
Drugs don’t put lyrics in my mouth and the guitar no more ain’t singing..

Yes, its been a few months now
but I don’t think I will ever stop loving you…

Now my guitar plays all the songs you loved, till I drop to the floor…
But it pricks my veins, when i know you wont hear them anymore…

Yes, its been a few months now
but i don’t think i will ever stop singing for you….

I have been trying, but i have hardly forgotten the dress you wore ages ago.
white shirt and cream skirt still paints a fantasy of dreams, this feeling can i show ?…

Yes, its been a few months now
but i dont think i will ever stop dreaming about you….. and me.

Warning : this write-up contains no spoilers but the entire ’so called story’ of race.

With all due respect to the director/s , I managed to download the pirated version of movie. It was well worth the laugh, but hardly worth the bandwidth.

It would have been more scholarly to read crazy football rumours or why britney spears wants to be a role model for virgin British girls or even why cockroaches fall dead on thier backs , but i decided to download the movie and even ended up watching it.**Sigh ***

The movie starts with a car accident( really yaar !) on the empty highways of south africa. We dont see who is injured,but we do see a watch.The only conclusion i could make was that inspite of car spinning 5 times in the air, the watch was still safe.

Then of course there is a flashback, Saif is a rich man with a passion for horse riding and owns horses and stuff like that.
He loves bipasha(yeah me too), his secretary, katrina kaif is wannabe actor(even in real life) . Her expressions range from smile to smile with tears(read as crying). His brother is an alcoholic ,(yes .. he drinks beer in morning to get rid of hangover).For the first half these are pretty much the only characters in the movie .

Saif loses some money betting on a horse, finds out(through a binocular) that the caddy has cheated and hence plants a bomb in the cabbie’s car(which bounces 10 times on the tarmac before getting destroyed finally).After that he cleverly places a camera in a pen and thus finds out how to cheat his fearsome rival, and in the process not only does he make more money but also destroys him financially(all expertly ‘bollywoodly’ done).
Also some dialogs about ” mey haaar ko bi celebrate karta huun , blah blah” (watch the movie if you really interested in what he has to say .. there is more chance of you using your appendix than any of these dialogs in life)

Then the next twist … Bro akshay khana falls in love wit bipasha and promises to quit drinking if he gets her.
Big bro sacrifices his love for his fallible younger bhai .. small bro get the babe.Sings “pehli nazar mey jadoo kar diya” while driving a ferrari on south african streets.

The unsuspecting audience still waits for the crafty story to unfold…

Jatka no 2 :

Small bro tells bips he knows that she was a killer in past(yes its possible, grants her atonement)… , then says he wants to kill big bro to get insurance money.He agrees to give bips 20mn. Bips agrees(she wants 20 mn yaar!!!). And the first step towards killing big-bro ?? hope you guessed it …. small bro has to marry bips.( utter nonsense , but all hopes for any sense has already steeply plummeted).

Before you start cribbing about this dumb logic, wait till the movie goes on…

Small bro taps big-bro making out with bips(in a horse stable of course). All this recorded on cctv. Big bro takes tequilla shots to consume his guilt, while katrina struggles,strives and after subservient attempts to shake her belly, finally completes her dance for “kiss mee, touch mee ” to cheer up big bro.

Jatka no 3:

Small bro wants to kill big-bro( *** Yeah u already know that ****).Bips tells this to big-bro(but why?). gosh too many twists ,   crestfallen audience wonders if there’s any script at all …
Small bro calls big bro to top of building from where he plans to jump.
Big bro comes there , bips pushes big-bro and tells him 20 mn is worth much more than him.

Interval …. We thank god and have good dinner. After an absolutely unanimous decision, we think its best to attempt to see the second half only with some more beer…

Second half starts …….

jatka no 4:

Anil kapoor (R.D) is a cop with a very hot and dumb assistant(sameera reddy).Sameera is very very very dumb ,wilting with    dumbness,struting on the intelligence of RD.However she is still capable of using a smart phone to note down important points(if any) related to this sherlock holmes mystery.
RD instantly knows that this is a plan to get the insurance money(smart cop , i told ya.. already).

Somewhere here i take a quit nap, and as i get up again…

Jatka no 5 :
Katrina kaif is already married to saif .. damn , she has the original certificates.So she is the rightful but ambiguous owner of the insurance money. Next logical ascend in the movie is to kill katrina , unfortunately there is a twist here as well..

Jatka no 6 :

Katrina is alone in her house , half dressed , trying to dry her wet hair… the hooded killer moves in shoadows all around  without agitating her amidst scary sound effects.While katrina inclines towards giving a stellar performance drying her hair,the killer runs around in shadows. Finally as the director’s numerous unkempt attempts to scare the viewers goes unnoticed ,the hooded killer makes his move and grabs and kisses Katrina.
After the camera fleets around 270 degrees, abstaining from showing the audience the face of the gentleman/woman, who brings a smile to the already smiling katrina, the background music reciprocates the director’s sentiment of keeping up the tirade.
Finally , behold, its not the salman khan …. its small-bro,Turns out he was kat’s lover boy. After an obtuse one line explanation, we all gladly believe they really “love/loved/will forever love” each other.

Jatka no 7 :

All this while, Bips is neglected and hence small bro decides to kill her.Unfotunately for his unliking,
from an apogee, with highly enthusiastic music in the backdrop , saif(big-bro is alive, lord behold!!!) is able to negligently jump over 2 buildings , catch a dangling rope in thin air and bring to halt a very fast south african car making its way towards bips.
The killer driver is put to rest in an brevity by big-bro and all he has to say to bips at the end is.. ” Tum jab darti ho thoo bahut sundar lagti hoo ” { how unromantic !!! }

Jatka no 8

RD , meanwhile is hand in hand with saif(all this time….)… he also tries to molest his own dumbo assistant who is dumb enough to get away.(thus succesfully completing her contribution to this murder drama)

While you wonder how much more prune the scriptwriter could be…. it gets worse.
Big-bro and small-bro , decide to race against each other(in sports car) to decide who lives and who dies.
Big-bro’s car has no brakes , he still survives.Small bro and his biatch go down the flames.

Big-bro and bips get 200 million insurance money even though he is still alive(there are lots of clauses in the insurance document, apprentely ,if you die twice, you get double insurance money… who KNEW !!!).

RD gets his share. Inordinate dumb assistant laughs when RD says …
” Ab se RD fruit nahi khayega ….. sirf dry-fruit khayega ” ….

Just when we were about to rant in an extremly abusive tongue , the credits rolled down, along with copied korean music in the background with all the 3 babes artfully attempting to shake thier respective bellies.

Highly extenuated by this mental torture which cannot be verbalized, I went to sleep.

Summary:

Saif ali khan - Never say , Never die …
Akshaye Khana - With some many twists in his life , no wonder he has a hangover every morning….
Bips : Wears matching clothes and purse. infallibly walks wet from the beach aggravating vishvamitra to open one eye to have a look….
katrina : Lord , wickedly pretty , but somebody please explain acting to her … its more than just trying to smile…
Sameera : Hot, only significant contribution is half naked dancing in the end of the movie along with the other 2.
Anil kapoor : I liked his hairstyle , will copy that. period.

Best dialogue : Saif to katrina - { “Arre tum tho itni achi acting karti ho , ki tumhe hollywood mey hona chaiye tha” … } ( lol …  katrina trying to act is as unproductive as my grandma trying to bend it like beckham… )

Movie : its like a twister of verbatim…

Languages : Hindi + english

Statutory warning : Himeeshhh reshmiiiiya , agar tumne yeh script “Paaapp Kkkkkkiiii Surooouour” mey copy kiya tho ….
Tho ….
Tho …..
Tumhari “NAAAK”  kat jaayegi …..

 Characters :

Va { you know who…. }

SSCG { Super Schweet college girl }

 

Scene : {in the movie hall } Sweet lass sobbing incesently over her lost love.Guy apparently is in ‘LOVE’ with someone else.

Va : Ooh gawd , whats wrong with this damn movie … sombody help the lass , she will find some one else…

SSCG  : Stares … yaar tum nahi samjhoge …

Va : Oh yaar !! i totally do , isme aisi kaun si badi baat hai …. Mey kar leta huun {Va .. ka babbar laugh }….

sScg : {watches and listens intently … ) slight sobbing … Tumhare saath aise kabhi nahi hua kya ?…

Va : Mere saath …. $^#&$^( swear word) hoga …. Faltu cheezon mey nahi padta main…..

sScg : Tum kisi ko chahte ho ?

Va : { smiles } , acts smart  … {haan tumhe …}

sScg : sach ???

Va : giggles (sarcastically) …. yeh faltu movie dekh ke tumhara dimag phirak gaya hai ….

sScg : {taken aback} , chodo … teek mujhe movie dekhna hai…

Movie ends….  {Va, yawns through it …. Thinks about taking Scg for coffee !!!}

sScg : {sincerely, as if nothing had happened } Kaise laga ?? …

Va : bakwaas …. saala kaun dekhege ye sab… hain na ?

sScg : Watever … mujhe acha laga ….

Va : Yaar , kyaa acha laga … mujhe bi to batao … roh roh kar log thak sab log gaye is movie mey … Roone ka competition chala tha bas…

sScg : Haan , ek din pata chalega ….

Va : hehehehe …… Bakwaas .. Kya plan ?

sScg : Concentrates on navigating the crowd, carefully avoiding contact with anybody else even in the dark to get out untouched…

Va : gets out searching for faces in the crowd displaying utter contempt for the movie while hoping for crashing into a nice figuruuuu!!!

 

To be continued : .. coming up …  (At present Numero uno) …..

Ps: after operating for nearly 2 years , i have had 9 visitors thsi far . so i have decided to give a special gift to the 10th visitor .. Buhahahaha …  it could be you !!!!!

Location : Eindhoven Petrol Bunk.[The Netherlands]
Time : Sometime.
Scene : ‘Va’ filling gas in the car in petrol bunk…

Va : (Singing in Hindi , quickly shifts to English when another dutch car arrives in the next bunk)
Va : {Shakes head while singing, much to the disgust of other car, replaces the nozzle back to the bunk}

Sings all the way to the counter to pay the bill, Decides to impress people with broken dutch..

Va : Nummer Ein , alstublieft ….. ( Tank Number one ,please … here you go)

Counter : dank ye well (Thanks) …. {#%$&^#*@^@*@ ) , not swear but a lot of dutch …..

Va : {what ???}

Counter : again , ( #%$&^#*@^@*@ ) , not swear but a lot of dutch …..

Va : {thinks … crap } , stares as if he has seen a ghost(or heard it!!!)

Counter : {in English} Never mind , here you go …. (gives the change) …

Va : {takes the change and walks back , still decides to sing in English), {thinks} , {next time inda tikka muchkondu english nalli matado} {Translation : from next time, shut your a$$ and speak in English}

Summary : Hotness factor : 0/10
Moral : Haasige Iddashtu Kaalu Chaachu ( Translation : Stretch your legs only as much the cot allows you to )

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