The 7 Song Tag

Well i think tags are a fun thing to do.... specially when u feel like you're suffering from the blogger's block!
I was tagged by The_Ego_Has_Landed for the 7-songs-you've-heard-lately tag, and i'm only too glad to put it up. Some of them are older numbers....and most of them are Dance tracks.....as they lift up my mood whenever i'm feeling down! (You can download the tracks by right clicking links and clicking Save Target As)

7. Pump It - Black Eyed Peas (Download)
After the super success of 'Don't Phunk With My Heart' and 'My Humps' the funky group comes out with their own version of 1 of the best dance themes of all times - Theme of Pulp Fiction.

6. Axel F - Crazy Frog (Download)
Another remake of a superhit theme from the 1984 flick 'Beverly Hills Cop' in which Eddie Murphy played the role of funny cop Axel which shot him into superstardom.
The music is reallly catchy even if there are those annoying 'frog' sounds added to it!


5.Fix You - ColdPlay (Download)

A slow but nice song...typical Coldplay style.
Good lyrics too....
"When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse When the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone, but it goes to waste... Could it be worse?"


4. Hung Up - Madonna (Download)

The dance queen is back... and with a bang.... now who can say she's 47 and a mother of 2! A strict practitioner of Ashtanga Yoga .... she has superbly managed to maintain her Hot Bod... which she flaunts in most of her videos for her new album 'Confessions on a Dance Floor'.
Though i'm listing it here for it's shake-your-booty dance beats.... 70's style !


3. PartyStarter - Will Smith
So, tell the DJ to play my song& we could dance all night to the early mornin"


2. Teri Deewani - Kailash Kher "Tune kya kar daala
marr gayi main
mitt gayi main
ho gayi main....
Teri Deewani...Teri Deewani "


1. Get Right - JLo (Download)

JLo got back with a very very contagious number...1 that you just can't resist dancing to. Though the lyrics aren't too great...this is the 1 i find myself listening to most often.


Standin' just a little too close to me
Ya sayin not quite enough to me
Ya sippin' just a little too slow for me
No doubt ya playin' real cool homie
Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me
Trippin' ova it, a little more than I should be
So let ya self go and get right with me"

HUNG UP (Madonna)

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Home Sweet Home

Ok i'm back after a short but much needed break to my hometown.It would be an understatement if i just said that i missed this place and my co-bloggers here...and i'm certainly glad to be back doing what i enjoy doing most these days.
A brief update on the trip - Reached Delhi on 11th(Friday) and spent the next 2 days catching up with my college buddies there, and hanging around in Vasant Vihar,GK(M block) and Noida.
Thereafter reached home in Chandigarh on Sunday and enjoyed the usual royal treatment courtesy my doting mother.
On Monday i met up with 3 schooltime pals and almost immediately a plan was hatched up to do a trek to the closest hillstation to Chandigarh - Kasauli.
Chandigarh is basically a plain but is beautifully located right in the shadows of the Shivalik range of the mighty Himalayas.The hill station of Kasauli is actually visible from my rooftop at home...it's just a 2 hour drive away!
So on last Tuesday morning all friends gathered at my place at 6am (it was after ages that i woke up on tht unearthly hour) and i took dad's car and drove us down to Kalka which is a small town at the bottom of the hills on the Chandigarh-Shimla national highway.We left the car there and asked the locals for the mud track to Kasauli which was used under British rule as the only way to ferry goods.The track of about 20 kms meandered through thick vegetation and a steep gradient, and would've been pretty straightforward had it not been for the rough weather.
Initially no one felt the strain of the climb as we cracked jokes and recollected old memories along the way....the entire forest around us was lined up with himalayan monkeys and langurs...and an amusing incident was when 1 of them ran down and snatched a packet of Chips from my friend and went back up a tree...my friend had done the mistake of offering a few chips earlier. Afterall that's what the Chips' punchline in the ad says..."No one can eat just one." Lol
After about a third of the way, we were almost abruptly surrounded by a thick cloud cover all around us, so much so that the visibility was reduced to less than 10 feet.Though none of us was carrying any warm clothes, we were still enjoying that chilly walk in the clouds....but only until it started raining cats and dogs. We tried to take shelter under a rock on the hillside,but were soon dripping wet. The weather god's fury ended as soon as it had begun,but the damage was done and to make matters worse, icy cold gusts of wind kept blowing the remaining way, and when we finally reached our destination after the 5 hour long ordeal, we were all literally shivering in the freezing cold.
Kasauli being an army cantonement area, it's a small but extremely well maintained and beautiful place,untouched by commercialisation and most of the houses are legacies from the British Raj.Anyways we hurriedly found a decent resteaurant at the mall road and thought of warming up with some vodka. So we literally hogged at the piping hot lunch and washed it down with some Screwdrivers. Then we too tired for anymore sightseeing so simply took a cab down back to Kalka.
Wednesday was Holi...and after a loong rest,i was raring to go to celebrate the fest i was here for.
I got myself some gulal(coloured powder) of red,green and blue colours and after colouring my parents and elusive sister,i went straight to my friend Gaurav's place and we started the usual Holi plan...touring around the city visiting all old friend's homes and colouring everyone.Next Gaurav and i went to Rajneesh's place, then Amit,Shivani,Anshu,Radhika,Nishima and Sweety.
It being a rare cloudy Holi this time most people were not playing with water...but at Anshu's place it got different. We were looking for her when she crept up from behind carrying a bucket full of water to throw...i was quick to notice and caught hold of the bucket and poured it back on her! Lol. Suddenly her brother came out with another bucket and poured it on me...and then all hell broke loose and soon everyone was throwing water on everyone else.In the end we all were drenched and sat together enjoying sweet gujjia's with tea, and recollected which teachers we liked and hated in school...all the pranks we used to play etc.
Then we did some more rounds of the city and it was a joy to see the festive spirit around...guys and gals with unrecognisable multicoloured faces taking rounds and basking in the festive madness...it was like a desi version of Mardi Gras or the Rio carnival.
The remaining days were spent just checking out the old hangouts and meeting up other friends n relatives....most of whom seemed to have just 1 thing to talk about....my marriage plans. Lol, they seemed to be more interested than me!
Anyways i managed to escape unscathed this time too.Hehe...like i joked to them..."Abhi to mere hansne khelne ki umar hai!"
Another thing i noticed for the Nth number of time...why do these air-hostesses have to put up the biggest artificial smiles ever....it's amusing to see them change like a chameleon...grinning at 1 moment....frowning at each other the next!
Whatever said and done....one thing's for certain....there's nothing as sweet as Home.

(Pics - Top: Kasauli as seen from Chandigarh, Bottom: View from Kasauli)

Return To Innocence

There are times in your life when you just want to be like the innocent kid that you once were. When you just want to enjoy the simple joys around you without having to worry about all the politics, jealousies, relationships and insecurities rattling the world around you.
I had a chance to relive that phase of my life this weekend as our entire project team went for a team outing to the new theme park near Bangalore touted as the best in India, called WonderLa.
Even though our complete project team had around 15 people - 9 singles and 6 married, yet when the idea of going to an entertainment park was first suggested most people just laughed it off and the seniors suggested going for a dinner to some 5-star instead. But the young crowd being in the majority, it was our choice that counted in the end, and soon everyone was to realize that far from being kiddish, many of the rides were scary enough to send a chill down the spines of the bravest of the bravehearts around.

So on Sunday morning the whole team got into our company bus and reached the venue which was around 40 kms outside Bangalore. Being a holiday there was a substantial crowd and most of them were IT people.
As soon as we entered the park, most of us were just raring to go. We soon split up into 2 groups – 8 of the ‘chicken hearted’ ones who went for the kiddish rides like bouncing cars etc. and around 6 of the so called ‘lionhearts’ (including yours truly) for the rollercoasters and other gut-wrenchers.

The very 1st ride we ran to instinctively was the 1 we heard most of the screams emerging from, aptly titled ‘Maverick’ which was Tom Cruise’s codename in Top Gun. People were buckled onto their seats on 2 rows on a platform. It first starts rotating in a circular motion up and down, then sideways and then it suddenly goes upside down…and then sideways up, and all this churning continues for at least 5 minutes!
Obviously most of the females were screaming their lungs out and 1 of my colleagues even started crying!

Next we all headed for the rollercoaster called WonderSplash(top and bottom), where everyone’s seated into a carriage resembling a raft, which goes twirling upto an elevated rail and then hurtles down a steep incline at an awesome speed before making a big splash in the water that drenches everyone to the core.
Another interesting ride was called the DropZone where everybody is seated on a platform that is raised to a giddying height of 17 metres and then makes a freefall to the ground! Before anyone got a chance to breath it rises up and falls again and again continuously for at least 5 minutes!
The last ride worth mentioning in the dry rides(and the scariest for me) was called the ‘Twister’. It looked almost like a Giant Wheel, but instead of the basket like cubes it had 2 seats at each point, where we were strapped on our shoulders, with our legs hanging in mid-air. Now as the wheel moved up, the seats swung to and fro like a pendulum, and just as each pair moved to the top, the seats went upsidedown! There we were at the top of the wheel looking down with all the blood rushing to our heads, and desperately clinging on to dear life with the support of only 2 straps on our shoulders! And then the wheel moves down with us in the same position facing the ground, and this goes on for at least 20 rounds. DAMN scary.
After some more of such freaky rides we decided to take a break for lunch before jumping into the water park.
Here most of the rides were water slides at various elevations and inclines. Obviously we went for the highest ones. The 1 that got me real claustrophobic was where we had to climb 4 stories high, and enter the mouth of a black pipe lying down on our stomachs and facing downwards. From here you go twisting and twirling into multiple circles in the pitch darkness around you, and your body catches a breakneck speed before splashing out of the pipe into a pool at the bottom.
This unbridled fun continued till late evening, and everyone was literally exhausted from all the frolicking around. However, everyone was unanimous on one thing….this was certainly the most fun team outing we had in a long time.

(Pics from Top: All raring to go for the rollercoaster....with me grinning from ear to ear as if posing for a toothpaste ad...lol.
2nd the platform in Maverick before turning upside down.
3rd the platform in DropZone while going all the way up.
Last all of us at the end of the coaster ride....i'm like man...wht the hell was that!
)


P.S. – I’ll be leaving for Delhi this Friday, and then move on to Chandigarh to celebrate Holi with my family next week. So might not be able to put up another post till end of next week. Hope you all have a rocking time!

RETURN TO INNOCENCE (Enigma)

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The Promised Land

If there is any other country besides my own that I have gradually grown to respect, then it has to be Israel.
I do not have anything personal against the Palestinian muslims, in fact I support their demand for resettlement in the West Bank and the Gaza strip, but as long as it is done in a civilized manner, and not through Fidayeen suicide bombers.
But the reason why I admire the Israeli’s in particular is to see the resolve of a long suppressed and persecuted race to have a country of their own on the face of this planet.

At the heart of this struggle is the most bitterly fought for piece of land in the history of humanity – the ancient city of Jerusalem, which the Jews call the land of Zion (After Mount Zion) and which is deemed sacred by 3 prominent religions – Jews, Muslims and Christians.
Jews hold it sanctimonious as it contains the only remaining wall of the temple to Yahweh built by King David originally around 1000 BC and then destroyed through the ages by Babylonians, Greeks and lastly by Romans in 70 AD, aptly called the Wailing wall.
Muslims deem it pious as it contains the Dome of the Rock, the site from where Prophet Mohammed is said to have ascended to heaven.
Christians consider it holy as it is the place where Jesus Christ spent his last days, and the location of the Church of Holy Sepulchre built around 335 AD by Constantine the great over the site where Christ was crucified and buried.

For over 2000 years, Jews dispersed the world over harboured an innate desire to reassemble all Jews in their ancient homeland, and finally have a country of their own; a desire which came to be known as the Zionist movement.
These were also the millennia of unprecedented persecution for them, starting with their mass and systematic slaughter during the Crusades. They were barred from owning land in most countries. The Roman Catholic Church forbade Christians to live among Jews.
In 1215 a law was passed in Europe forcing all Jews to wear a distinguishing badge. Later French, British and Spanish kings expelled Jews from their countries and seized their properties.
A 100,000 Jews were wiped out within a decade during the Cossack revolt in mid 19th century in Poland. It became worse after the Czars took over, as Jewish women were not allowed to live in city centres without the badge of a prostitute.
After the assassination of a Czar, the mobs butchered all Jewish communities they could find – which later came to be called Pogroms.
Of course the last nail in the coffin would be the slaughter of more than 6 million of their kind in Nazi concentration camps during the Holocaust.

So after the 2nd world war the Jews of Palestine had just 1 objective, to demand from U.N. their own separate country and to gather the survivors of the Holocaust there.

The Britishers had ruled Palestine after defeating the Turks in the 1st World War, and just like in India, after the 2nd world war they were only too keen to relinquish the burden of their weakened empire and push off any responsibility as early as possible.
They forwarded the task of dividing Palestine to U.N. which divided it into 2 parts – Israel for Jews and Palestine for Muslims, but as soon as the British left the muslims refused to acknowledge the existence of Israel and together with the support of 7 nations of the Arab league – Egypt, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Yemen, Lebanon and Jordan, waged war on the newly formed Israel.
How the Israeli’s gathered people to fight that war – all able bodied girls, boys, men and women, how they trained them, how they gathered weapons and cash for their newly formed country, and how they eventually won, is a miraculous tale of human courage under fire.

Being a tiny island surrounded on all sides by hostile countries, they have since been attacked again and again, but unfortunately for the Palestinians, it has only resulted in giving Israel the moral right in international opinion to fight back to defend themselves, and in the process capture more land from the Palestinians – 3 times the originally allocated land after the 6 day war in 1967.
The peace process had gained momentum under Aerial Sharon, wherein he had initiated removal of his Jews from West Bank and Gaza strip, even though amidst protests from the hardliner division of his own community.
That process is now under peril like never before, with the terrorist group Hamas having been elected to power in Palestine, a group whose only claim to fame is Fidayeen attacks and bombings in public places, and whose charter itself calls for the complete annihilation of Israel.
Like Kashmir, I hope against hope that a final solution to this terrible conflict is reached, and no more blood is spilled on that ‘holy land’.

( I might write about 2 famous Israeli operations sometime later – the main reason I thought of writing this in the first place)

The Eye of The Tiger

I’m not a violent person by nature, on the contrary, I see myself as among the most jovial and fun-loving persons around. But then calmness should not be misconstrued for weakness, and if I’m deliberately provoked and rubbed the wrong way, then I’d have to admit I’m not a Gandhi follower to simply turn the other cheek, and I would ensure that the inciter would get a swift and befitting reply.
Despite being physically capable, God knows I’ve never ever been a bully or tried to misuse my strength over anybody, but at the same time I can never be a passive witness to someone else bullying anybody.
The last time I remember losing my cool was in the summer of 2003 in my college hostel. Our college was quite close to the Delhi – Ghaziabad border, and Ghaziabad is notorious for it’s high crime rate and politico – criminal nexus.
Our college also had the best of the crowd from the country, and we had very popular parties every month which inevitably invited some unwanted attention from the local miscreants as well. On the eve of one such party I was casually taking a stroll down the college canteen when a speeding car screeched to a halt barely inches away from me. I walked upto the window thinking it might be a friend while it turned out to be two drunk guys who immediately started hurling a volley of abuses down my way and threatened me saying they were the nephews of one D.P. Yadav (A politician and local mafia don). Before I could react and pull them out they sped further inside the campus.
I had never been subjected to this kind of humiliation ever before, and it was enough to send all the testosterone in my blood pumping. I quickly ran to the only gate of our campus and asked the guard to immediately lock the gate and not let anybody out until I said so. Now the car came back to the gate in a few minutes where I already stood waiting for them. They both came out and stood bang opposite me staring me straight in the eye, and I too returned the favour.( proper filmi style)
They were careful not to utter one more offensive word this time, and I was determined that if they did, I would’ve immediately started pounding their heads. A crowd of students had already started gathering, but I was surprised that not even a one of those rich spoilt brats had the balls to join me against those hooligans. Two of my junior femmes from the crowd shouted they had misbehaved with them as well, besides roughing up a lot of guys earlier.
Now I asked the guard to call up the police which turned their faces pale and they started imploring to get the gate opened. It became obvious to me now that they were bluffing (Yadav’s kins would’ve had the police in their pockets) and I asked them to apologise to me and those females or else I would hand them over to the police.
This standoff continued till almost another half hour but the bloody police never arrived ( I guess they were scared of the mafia themselves) but ultimately those goons did publicly apologise and said they would never enter our campus again, and indeed they were never seen after that.
I was reminded of this incident now since I’m facing a similar situation at work these days which sometimes boils my blood to similar levels, though now the battle has taken a corporate angle.
My current nemesis who is a senior in my team is using similar bullying tactics on me and is mainly responsible for botching up my appraisal as well as the reason why I’m having to sip filter coffee here rather than French wine at a chateau near the French Riviera.
Until now he’s been engaging me in a verbal duel through scornful emails copied to our boss as well, and now that he’s coming back I can’t wait to have a tête-à-tête with him in the meeting with our boss next week.
So he can talk The Talk (so can I and maybe a gazillion times better than him), now let me see if he can walk The Walk!

Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your Passion for Glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the Eye of the Tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the Eye of The Tiger

(I cut this portion from my pic, enlarged it and converted it to black n white....lol it's funny how ferocious it looks now though it had a smile beneath!)

The Season of The TAG - 2

I was tagged again by Shikha recently...so here i go...

Four jobs I have had

Software Engineer

(Unfortunately that's the only job I have ever had)

Four movies I would watch over and over again

DDLJ
Dil Chahta Hai
Troy
Dumb and Dumber


Four places I have lived

Chandigarh
Delhi
Bangalore
(that's it)


Four TV shows I love to watch

Friends
Fear Factor
The Great Indian Comedy show
That 70’s Show



Four places I have been on vacation

Andamans
Srinagar
Gangtok
Dalhousie

Four of my favourite foods

‘Makki(Maize flour) ki roti’ with ‘Sarson (mustard) ka saag’
Any variety of stuffed paranthas
Chocolate Soufle
Paneer – Any variety cooked with a luscious gravy.


Four places I'd rather be now

On my bike cruising to a faraway place
Anywhere in the Himalayan glaciers
Rio de Janeiro
Sleeping at home


Four sites I visit daily

Blogs
Indiatimes
Time.com
Ebay.co.in

I'm 4going tagging 4 others, so kindly 4give and 4get!

That 4 Letter Word

ANYTHING FOR LOVE (Meat Loaf)

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It’s that time of the year again.
I agree that for those who’re really neck deep in love, almost every day should be a ‘Valentine’s Day’.
Anyways these days we have a ‘day’ for anything and everything…friendship day, father’s day, mother’s day, teacher’s day, smile day, blood donation day, aids day, earth day, fool’s day….hell coming to think of it….we might as well have a ‘today is nothing’ day for some days of the year when there is actually nothing happening.
But I’m not gonna be a spoilsport now, perhaps because this particular day is devoted to that most inexplicable of human emotions which has triggered the most creative of human talents throughout time, and continues to be the single largest driving force behind most poetry, music, drama and movies.

To describe something so complex, deep and beautiful is frankly beyond the grasp of a few words, but while scanning my old mailbox a few days back, I came across a mail sent to me by a friend around 4 years ago, which I’d incidentally not deleted maybe because of the beauty of it.
I think I’ll just put it up here as a token of my respect for this emotion called love:

My husband works at office a lot , I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Two years of courtship and now, three years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.
Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. .

I do not think it can be described in a better way than that.

It's really difficult to pick up just 1 favourite love song, but then after i analysed my list of fav's, this 1 just stood out with it's mesmerising lyrics .....check out the video :

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY (Savage Garden)

"Love is a hidden fire, A pleasant sore, A delicious poison, A delectable pain, An agreeable torment, A sweet and throbbing wound, A gentle death."

Color Me Mustard

I always believed Hindi movies were of 2 types….1 where you come out of the theatre screaming and another where you come out of the theatre silently. And then I saw the 3rd kind.
If I were given just 1 word to describe the movie ‘Rang De Basanti’, it would have to be ‘Refreshing’ (even if that sounds cliché’d).
Yea, I know that with the movie already into it’s 2nd week, the review is a tad late, but then the mad scramble this flick has caused at the ticket windows coupled with my usual procrastination ensured that we couldn’t get the tickets for the weekends, so ultimately me and another friend had to settle for a late night show at PVR on a weekday(Wednesday).
The movie gets it’s name from the color of Basant(Spring), that refers to the bright yellow of Mustard flowers that beautify the vast fields of Punjab when the weather is midway during it’s transition from the biting winters to the sweltering summers.(Feb-Mar….right now!), and was often used to arouse the patriotic sentiments of the people under British rule.

Needless to say all the actors have done a great job, but Aamir Khan once again proves his acting superiority among the Khan’s and Non-Khan’s by getting under the skin of the character seamlessly.
Having spent the 1st 20 years of my life in Punjab, I can safely assure you that Aamir must’ve put in a substantial amount of effort and research to play the role of Dijjayy (DalJeet) to a perfection.
I tremendously enjoyed his antics as the quintessential Punjabi with a Devil-May-Care attitude, always ready to find fun out of the most difficult of situations. From his Beer-drinking entry, to the ‘Oye isko to Hindi aatti hai yaarr!’ and ‘Su kar mere mann ko’ as well as ‘Humare bachhe kaunse rang ke honge’, he’s simply superb.
Now for a low-down on some of the popular phrases used in the movie :-
Pan Dee Tukkee – Sounds like an abuse but is actually a harmless phrase invented by Punjabi’s to satisfy the eternal need to supplement any sentence with a prefix and suffix !
Chuk De Futtey – Literally means ‘Pick up the planks’, used like ‘Bring it on’ or ‘Just Do it’.
Wahe Guru Ji Da Khalsa, Wahe Guru Ji Di Fateh – War cry of the Sikhs, which means ‘ By the order of the Khalsa(Sikh) that belongs to the God, the victory too shall belong to him’.
Soni Kudi – What some call a ‘Babe’.
Tullee – Inebriated.

Soha Ali Khan is a refreshing new face and Alice surprises you with her sweet Hindi. The depiction of some Delhi University students loitering around the campus and inter-group clashes is quite realistic.
The movie tries to revitalize the dormant passion of the youth of the country and I feel it succeeds to quite an extent(the box-office vindicates me).
The soundtrack by AR Rehman is as good as he can get, and even though I’m no fan of Daler Mehndi yet I feel he’s done a good job with the title track.
Even the cinematography and direction are par excellence, and in fact the 1st half is an ideal blueprint of how a movie should be.
The 2nd half has a few minor glitches though, 1st with the Rapid Action Force opening Tianenmen Square styled Lathi-charge on a group of peaceful protestors, and then that being somewhat compared to Jallianwala Bagh massacre. Another is the abrupt decision of the group to assassinate the Defence minister without ever getting any direct proof of his involvement in the crash(Just coz he said a few harsh words on TV).
The last scene of the siege in the radio station is filmed well though, and adds an extra punch of shock value to the finale.
All in all, a fresh, stylish and brilliant piece of filmwork! I’ll get a DVD as soon as it’s out!

‘Ay Saala
Abhi abhi
Hua Yakeen
Ki Aag hai
Mujhmein Kaheen’

- A moment ago
have I realized,
That a fire burns
Somewhere deep inside.