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Movie Review-Kung Fu Panda 2

How could someone even think of giving such negative shades to such a beautiful looking bird-A peacock as the antagonist. But Shen was no match to Tai Lung who looked vicious. But the peacock shows some really cool moves, especially the way he tucks his one hand into the other while the sleeves fall over them slowly. Even the way his tail moves when he is fighting his arch enemies is quite commendable.

This movie is Jack Black all the way. There is so much to narrate in part 2. There is Shen the peacock, his mom and dad, his forecast of being killed by something black and white, he killing the Pandas and then leaving his home, his parents dying, he taking up task of making a deadly weapon, Po trying to attain inner peace, he then in search of his origin, in argument with the Tigress, fighting the wolves, getting into Shen’s den, finding inner peace, fighting back Shen, two new characters the croc and the ox(I still don’t see why),phew! Others hardly have any significant role to play except for the tigress. I don’t remember seeing the monkey at all except for once when he caws. But PO is definetly funnier and focussed than before. Though the 3D was a bit distracting but the landscapes are beautiful.

Now I am out in search of my inner peace. You go and watch it for sure.

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Posted by on May 30, 2011 in Everything Kids, Movie, Review


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Movie Review-Dil To bacha Hai Ji

I heard so much of criticism about it that I was very keen to see how much I would dislike it. But you know what, I could so easily relate to this. The story is so ‘close/similar’ to my own.
‘Naren-Abby-Milind, Films-Cricket- Shaadiyan, Any Time Mohabbat(ATM), Fun- Flirting- F**** of ABBY,Pyar- Party-Polaroid, Pyar-Shaadi-Family, Films-Bada Parda-Glamour all in sets of 3- just like my three little girls.
Milind writes ‘Facebook and Twitter , kuch nahi hai tere pyar se badhkar’ and Abby picks on his girls from their ‘FB status messages’. In short they too use social media to earn their bread and butter-just like me.
Even the first shot of Gungun’s office-‘Samarth Vaibhav Complex’-so close to my place.
Hello! How else did you think my life would have been similar to the movie?
I think I liked the movie even though the story line was so predictable. The chemistry to watch is that of Ajay and Emraan’s after their ‘Once Upon a Time’ together.
Bacha Banke Dekho to Achcha Hai!!!

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Posted by on May 29, 2011 in Mother India, Movie, Review


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The cord that binds

‘My Ma-My punchbag’ Happy mother’s Day Amma…..Read my latest post ‘The cord that binds’ at
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Posted by on May 9, 2011 in Uncategorized


The cord that binds

Cheekoo made this for my blog

Cheekoo made this for my blog

“Amma what have you done? Its a stretchable swimsuit. Why did you put it in the washing machine? It is ruined.”

“Chill mom. I am wearing my jeans to the temple. Its all in the mind. I have that understanding with god”

“Why do you keep organizing my table. I can never find a single stuff this way. Its so easy to locate in the clutter.”

“Puhleeez dont ask me to come for that marriage. I don’t know a single soul out there.”

“C’mon momsy its just 6am and its a Sunday. Let me sleep yaar”

“It is so difficult to explain my point to you mamma. Generation Gap!”

It was 1993 when I was 18 and these were typically my everyday conversations with ‘my punchbag’-My Mother. The earliest memories of her is a cherubic woman clad in 6 yards of cotton with a big vermillion on her forehead. Not to be missed the kohl in the eyes and the sweet smelling floral strand of Jasmine on her hair, which was perched from our own backyard and woven together by her fingers. She would get up as early as 3.30 in the morning, sip her cuppa leisurely after brushing her teeth in our bedroom, dimly lit with the light coming in from the kitchen. After having her ‘poison’ she would move like a whirlwind. Pick up a bucket to wash the outside entrance and sweeping it dry before putting a huge rice flour ‘kolam’, take her bath and light up the ‘vilakku’ (lamp). We were supposed to keep away from her till we had our bath. Only after the lamp was lit that she would start her cooking. Within no time ‘Koyambu’, ‘Rasam’, Curry, Rice, Chapattis, idli, chutney and salads would be ready and transferred into casseroles and arranged on the dining table. She would quickly change into a neatly ironed saree and get ready for work. She would then mount her bicycle in that saree and pedal on for her office. After a long day’s work she would come back, bring in clothes from the backyard, iron and fold them and after serving us snacks like upma, poha, bread pakora, bonda, murukku, thengoyal, adai, dosai, and what not (all prepared by her), she would sieve wheat and take it to the ‘ata chakki'(flour mill). In the meanwhile she would go and fetch vegetables and grocery and on the way back, pick up the wheat flour from the mill. After cooking dinner she would just …. crash!!!

My contribution to her busy life was to consume the food that she cooked, wear the clothes she had neatly put in the cupboard, snuggle up in the bed she would meticulously arrange and of course make a big fuss about any little help she would require from me.

I would bring workload home and immerse myself in it and she would keep serving me with milk, breakfast, snacks and dinner and see to it that I am undisturbed in my quest to excel. On job, as a consultant, I interacted with thousands of people and I always thought what would she understand about the complicated life and people around, the work pressures, targets, deadlines etc. When I would err she would try to explain, and if I did not understand she would leave me on my own to learn from my mistakes. Like she would always say “Both fools and wise men learn. The only difference is that fools learn by making mistakes and wise men by observing the fools.” Mostly I would trash her suggestions and do my own thing.

It is 2011 and I am…well, I still feel 18.  I juggle work and a family. I am 100% hands-on  with my 3 lovely daughters and I think I am doing a good job. And now, after getting into the grind for myself, I value her more. She is the mother of the tallest order for me. I am what I am because of her. She stood by me in the thick and thin like a friend, she protected me like a fierce mother tigress in the hours of despair, willingly supported me for anything I wanted to explore be it music, dance, sports, arts or education. I may never be 100% of what she has been to us but I am trying to be as close as possible. If you ask my girls, they would say:

“Amma knows a lot of stuff but doesn’t understand that I do not like porridge and she doesn’t like cornflakes and insists that we all have little of everything ”

“Ma doesn’t let us go out in the afternoon. Its summer vacations ma”

“Why do we study in vacations every morning”

“NO TV too. So boring”

“Ok, can we play on the computer instead?”

“Our friends come down to play at 8 in the evening and it is our dinner time. Why ma?”

Phew! they too will soon understand why.


happy mother's day

Cheekoo's card for me

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Mickey's card for me

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Posted by on May 8, 2011 in Personal Diary


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