Often a reader attracts towards a book because of its captivating
title and a decent cover page. But, today's readers also counts the descriptive
page of the book. If the story sounds fascinating, it barely happens that the
book doesn't find its space on the shelf. With Harper Collins, in association with Indiblogger, distributing books
for the review, I had joined the bandwagon and was eager to read the 'tale of
love and happiness' as mentioned at the back of this book.
But, to my utter disappointment, the Pittho's World didn't
serve its audience with a delightful work. This piece of narration by a renowned
journalist of Pakistan- Murtaza Razvi- is an unconvincing collections of tales
from the family of the protagonist. I found myself similar to his girlfriend
who didn't seem much interested to the plots. In fact, it makes one believe
that the author knew the response of its readers. It felt like the book has
been written in rush and the author didn't pay heed to the plotting and the
execution of the stories. The tone of the book is not engaging and it doesn't
let you continue with the book.
The chronicles are not imaginative and exciting, and
moreover they are just mere conversations that didn't help to craft an
enchanting story. A full chapter is
devoted to the history of Karachi which seems unfit. Also, the title of the
book is very misleading. I flipped many pages to get to the character of
Pittho, and finally when I arrived to it; it didn't persuade me enough that why
this character should be entitled with this honour. I didn't find anything commendable
to recommend except the cover page. So, the whole credit for making this book
look interesting goes to the cover designer, and the rest is disheartening.
English is a funny language! So, Manish Gupta, the
banker-turned-author, thought to make people learn & retain English
vocabulary in a quirky way and not by rote.
When I came to know that the author
is willing to give his book, through a dear friend Manjulika Pramod; I left
a mail immediately in the inbox of the writer, and within two days the book was
on my hand.
fiction has been told through anecdotes of his own life experiences where he
has been in this journey to get the nuances
of English since childhood days. Yes! You got it right. He is continuing his drive
to bring out another book for the abecedarian
(or even the proficient one) to get
the best of the international language.
Any language is a vast place to learn, and it’s not feasible to retain every word. Here,
this book comes to your rescue to get meanings, synonyms, contronyms, pronunciation,
and origin of words through the methodology of etymology, mnemonic, and references to the websites and books which
helped him achieve this command. He amazes you with the painstaking research of
words he went through, and inspires you to do the same.
I loved his poetic endeavors to
make us retain the words in a beautiful way.
One of them is here: A
placid fellow with a complacent look
tried hard to placate the implacable cook.
The only thing which stings me is the railroad joke (page
no. 108) he shared with his readers. It seems like an item song in a film like
Madras Café. I wish it would have been omitted.
When I got this book with a gratitude note by the author, it
made me little apprehensive about the book. There it was written “Thanks very much” which
is grammatically wrong. You may write ‘thanks’ or ‘thank you very much’ either
of them, but the marriage isn’t on the cards. So, I decided to give full
attention to every single word elaborated as a footnote by the author. Often, a
slight misconstruction in a meaning brings
out a different picture to the world. But,
later I didn’t find any other fault except one! The word ‘trivia’. Trivia means: things with little
importance; small things/information having no significance. It’s meaning isn’t
confined to just ‘small things’. In my opinion, minute details should be given
heed while writing a self-help book, and shouldn’t be considered trivia which might
otherwise bring disrepute.
But, that doesn’t undermine his book, because there is much
more to learn. You are going to learn words without vowels like: cwm, lynx, cyst, etc., and
words with maximum letters like: hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia.
To get the meanings of all bold letters
you shall have to buy this book.
My suggestion shouldn’t
be taken as insinuation. I don’t
claim to be the master of the language. I’m still learning; so if anyone of you wants
to leave any feedback, I warmly welcome you.
& then announce, I am a gentle student! Got nostalgic? Remember, how your friends used to fart & you have to bear that smell. ;) But now, you have an option. Try Ambi Pur. It keeps all yucky smells at bay. :)
ओ यशोदा के नन्दलाल, अरे ओ गिरधर गोपाल। माना तेरी महिमा है न्यारी, जिसपे जाऊँ वारी, मैं हर बारी।। तेरी बाँसुरी खींचे मुझे तेरी ओर, मेरा खुद पे नहीं तनिक भी जोर।। पर मेरा भी स्वरुप सौन्दर्यमान है, क्यूँ तुझको खुद पे इतना अभिमान है? तू सताए हर पल मुझे, मैंने चाहा आज और कल भी तुझे।। न छोड़ी मैंने तेरी आस, नाम है तेरे मेरी हर साँस।। जग जाने तू राधा का है कन्हैया, नहीं है तू किसी और का सईंया।। बोले जग तू है राधा का गोपाल, अरे ओ यशोदा के नन्दलाल।। जय कन्हैया लाल की, गिरधर गोपाल की। जन्माष्टमी की हार्दिक बधाईयाँ।।
Call us, and we are here! This compassionate attitude of us
(Indians) toward our family is something which has always been commended
worldwide. So, we are always ahead to assure that our family is served first. And,
if we are so humble, then why not the coverage should be enlarged?
Rape has always been rampant, after the 16th December
gang-rape case, we have only taken charge of it to permeate the very cause of
non-tolerance of this heinous crime against women. But, our this very noble behaviour-
turned- idiosyncrasy has become a sin to the ideology of human-being.
If you read your daily newspaper, then you should have got
the link. Our humble perpetrators are unlike the ones accused in the 16th
December gang-rape case. They serve their family first! This set of criminals
ensnares their victims with a meticulous approach which shouldn’t hold them
red-handed. They rape their daughters, sisters, wives, and…….. mothers! Basically,
anyone who is vulnerable to them; ‘who’- they know- would find it difficult to
raise her voice.
We all feel pity whenever we come through any incident of
rape, but its another chapter is something shockingly evil. It seems
that we are degraded to such an extent that it would be contemptible to animals
for being compared with our species.
Where did we lack to teach them (perpetrators) the
difference between pleasure and crime, between respect and contempt? What’s been wrong with us that we have forgotten
the term ‘love’. Why are we becoming ‘animals’
and are forgetting the basic nature of ‘human-being’ to serve another as equal
Let’s take a pledge and promise ourselves that we won’t let anyone
offend the other, we won’t let anyone be inhuman towards another, and we won’t let
anyone be animal.
I would have been paving the path pre-defined. Being a good
academic, my career was sorted out by my parents bearing in mind- I would do
justice to it. But, the person who doubted the most about its execution was-
me. I never wanted to tread over the conventional routes, and moreover,
something which doesn’t interest me. Albeit, I wasn’t clear about what to do, I
knew I wanted to do something which wakes me up every next morning with that
same excitement to do justice with my work as what I would feel at the very
first day of my job.
As destiny finds its own way, with serendipity, blogging
came across me. In its oblivion way, writing became a part of my life, even
though I wasn’t obliged to pursue it. It brought bliss in my monotonous life. But,
with semester examinations of professional course approaching every six
months, I decided to concentrate on my studies. Meanwhile, I realized that
writing became my love, and love shouldn’t be left midway.
I believe passion may never be an option; it’s always your
premier objective to achieve. I may not say, I would be an author/ a writer
later in my life.
I’m acquainted with- it’s not such a lucrative career. But, that
doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that I would lose myself if I quit. Like everyone, I want to earn a decent income for my survival. And, for that, I’m putting my
all endeavors to get a job as a writer. But, every time, I earn only applauses
and not the job. But, this continual failure gives me fortitude to persevere my
dreams with new vigor, every time. I am ready to learn what it takes to
accomplish the success, but I’m reluctant to leave my dream as an option. My attitude
shouldn’t be mistaken as an aggressively stubborn one; instead, it’s my
assertiveness to follow the passion. It’s my fear of losing the identity which takes me
forward and has taught me the value of patience & tolerance. For me,
success isn’t having a great bank-balance at your end, but having peace in your
mind which comes with doing what you enjoy the most.
I believe with determination and self-belief you may
accomplish everything. I have always been a risk-taker. During my graduation, I
opted for the mathematics just to get rid of its phobia, and later secured the
merit. This self-belief and determination keeps you going against the tides. And,
as it’s been said: “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going”. I have
tremendous faith in my Almighty & myself that one day tides will turn in my
Dreams dyed in the wool,
coloured with different tool(s).
Passing through different phases of life,
transforming from the raw into the ripe.
With each phase it gets strong,
no alteration if something goes wrong.
It has to consider each brief,
All that Matters is Self-Belief.
This post has been written for the contest organized by Blogadda in association with INKLive 2013.
I left my city and came to Delhi to join my friend- who had come
to the city a week before. We were new in the Capital city of India, and were
totally perplexed where to start our journey from. Then, my friend came through
a contest organized by a travelling company: where only new Delhites are
supposed to enter, and make a trip to visiting places while riding through the
unknown routes of Delhi.
That was the second last day of the challenge. And yes, it
means only one more day was left for the participation. The opportunity seemed
very pleasing to us, and we didn’t wanna lose it. So registration was done.
There were some conditions told to us by the executive of
the company, they were:
You have to pass through the India Gate. You have to have a visit to a temple. You have to make your trip as cheap as you can. A car to be chosen for the trip shouldn’t be damaged or untidy,
otherwise you should have to pay the damage. You may shop for maximum 15 min. for which you should be reimbursed
by the company if you stand as first 3 winners. You may ask for only one clue, though you may ask for the
help from general public as many times as you want. You should be accompanied by an executive of the company. Trip should be completed under 2hrs 15 min. Trip should be finished over a visiting place only.
With so many conditions, we had to deliberately plan our
trip. So, we asked for the nearest visiting place, and made the first mistake. Now,
we were left with no clue to ask for. Phew! We chose our very own Maruti 800.
And, there we go!!
As we entered in the Maruti 800, Ambi Pur air freshner was
already affixed there to make our trip soothing.
We initiated from Lodi Tomb (as told by the executive), and then
reached to India Gate. After showing our respect to “Amar Jyoti”, we headed
toward the Khan Market. My friend bought a book & I bought an Ayurvedic
cosmetic product. ;) We asked for a nearby visiting place, and the
shopkeeper told us about Janpath- known for the handicraft and cheap jewellery.
Then after wandering for a few of minutes, it came to our knowledge that Jantar
Mantar is just a few minutes away from here. Here, we came to know about
Akshardham Temple. Then, we speeded up for Sunder Nagar. If you have to buy
art, antiques, and silver jewelery; mark it in your ‘do visit’ list. We were
left with the few minutes, so we decided to visit Purana Quila which is just 10
min. away from there.
After having gone through the labyrinth (as we actually had
no idea), we decided to conclude our trip here only, as the time was about to
finish. And, we were fully exhausted. No more energy was left there to visit
another place. And moreover, we had to conclude at a visiting place.
This was really a treat for us, and it was something which
would be remembered for ages. Albeit, we stood second but that doesn’t matter.
This road trip to Delhi was all worth of. All thanks to the travelling company.
When we come across two people of different age- groups,
it’s likely of them to differ in opinions. Their parameter of understanding is
always under skepticism- whether one would comprehend the opinion of the other
or would completely dissent with the matter.
To attain the consent of both parties, it’s vital to
have an amicable relationship between the two. It’s indispensable that both
parties share their opinions with empathy towards each other.
In our society, still there are many homes where a
child is hesitant to share his/her views with the parents. Still, there are
many people who are confined to the boundaries of caste, creed, and religion. Often,
it is being observed that this bogey has been put up with not for the love of
society but for the fear of society. We have been raised with moral of keeping
others happy. So, even in our personal matters, we consider the opinion where the
society should be happy.
In that case, when a child falls in love with someone
who doesn’t belong to the same caste, and parents would always told him/her that
he/she should be married to the one holding their patriarchal surname; it’s palpable
in apropos of the child to expect the obstinacy.
But, I have seen the parents changing their belief,
where they have got agree to embrace something which they were adhesively against
toward. At the end of the day, what matters the most for parents is the
happiness of their child. If the child is happy, parents have no qualms about
what the society believes in.
I have seen & I have learnt: no matter how many
times you have dissent with your parents, eventually they want you to live your
This post has been
written for the contest I Saw, I Learnt organized by Tata Capital & Blogadda.
With IndiBlogger’s “Pick a Book” offer and my inquisitiveness
for the literary work made me order this literature fictionby Mridula Koshy.
This thick book of 350 pages has been told in 3 days (18-20
May 2004) at the United States & South India, and travels onto the past &
the future. A melancholic tale of a woman- who relinquishes her four-year old
son & her son- who struggles for a story that will allow him to live, this
story leaves you with a grief-stricken silence that its main characters:
Annakutty and Asa Gardner possess with time till the end.
Annakutty abandons her four-year old son born out-of-wedlock
under coercion, and regrets her decision lifetime. She waits for her son on
deathbed, and at the same time her son who dwells faraway at the U.S. lands in Delhi
to explore the details in apropos of his past which would meet him his
biological mother. Whether their patience releases them from their past or
leaves them apart, you unfold your own.
Ah! This narration has, indeed, checked my patience that how
far I could carry on with the melancholy. It’s been written in a certain way
that after a time you might get jaded, but even then you keep it up for the disclosure
of climax where every next situation garnered up a muddle against it.
This story doesn’t belong to only Annakuty & her son,
but it’s also a story of Saramma, Mrs. Oster, and Marge.
I observed that a few of paragraphs might be done without
which I felt just add-on the pages. Like the one where Tessibaby was travelling
on plane, and some other paragraphs on: menstruation, smooching, breast, and sex.
Though, they were add-ons, but I didn’t feel the book has anything to do with
intimacy as commented by Jeet Thayil on the back of the cover page.
But yes, the book tells us that how people are so much
obsessed with beauty, where black is always ugly.
Also, a few of grammatical errors, esp. punctuations, make
you baffled with what the author is really conveying. And, if you aren’t acquainted
with the South Indian language, it might take time to get that Annachechi was referred
Notwithstanding that, the story engages you till the end and
leaves you perplexed. It believes that one should remember not only the things
that have happened but also the things that are going to happen. It’s a story that
holds optimism under the shadow of dark clouds. It deserves to be read, but you
won’t read it again for its gloomy tale.
With phenomenal rise in violence against women, and
its significant cause deeply rooted into the system of patriarchy, it’s vital
that we take stringent measures to at least lessen, if not eradicate
completely, this horrendous crime.
The protest (after December 16 gang-rape case) was
the repercussion of silence by our ancestors. Violence comes with prolonged
silence and tolerance. Had even one member of each aggrieved woman’s family defied
this tolerance, women of this country would be in different world.
Post December 16, there transpired many gasping
incidents with recent ones including: acid attack, rape of an eight month old girl,
and rape of a woman by her own son. Shocking and ridiculous !!!
Given the major cause behind this amateur demeanour,
miraculous transformation couldn’t be expected. So, we need to keep working on
the mission of introduction of egalitarianism from the very birth of a child;
where our next generation represents an altogether different country where no
gender specific violence would occur. But, it demands wait of a long time and
amid this period we couldn’t risk the precious lives of that every second
female who gets victimized in every next hour. We should pledge that each and
every mischievous conduct should be filed, or at least come into knowledge (why
I have pointed out on getting of it into knowledge ‘only’- because each case is
different in itself, and with their repercussions on the victim they need to be
handled differently and diligently).
Our Delhi Police have been claiming to bring off the
80% of perpetrators behind the bars within a week. I don’t know how
statistically correct this data is, but somewhere, we all know that still there
would be bulk of cases which aren’t acknowledged yet, let alone get registered.
Charity begins at home. Our vow to stand against every
single attitude which gives power to rule over someone could bring a great
change. We don’t need to approach violence; we just need to protect that single
person around us who is a victim of any such crime.
Bell Bajao Organisation has been continuously working
on the campaign where men gather to end violence against women. To know more go
to their link: http://www.bellbajao.org/
Theatrical trailers and arresting songs have already
made it hit amongst the youths. So, a great opening of Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani this
year isn’t surprising et al.
Ayaan Mukherjee’s second directorial venture, after
Wake Up Sid, is a story of friendship, love, ambitions, and hope. Bunny (Ranbir
Kapoor) is a badtameez flirt as he believes
it is crucial for good health. He wants to fly, run, and even fall, but not to
stay (main udna chahta hoo, daudna chahta
hoon, girna bhi chahta hoon par rukna nahi chahta). During a trip to Manali
with his two best friends: Aditi (Kalki) and Avi (Aditya Roy Kapoor), he meets
scholar Naina (Deepika Padukone) - who joins them at the last moment. After the
trip, all four of them part ways to pursue their dreams, and meet again after
eight years at the Rajasthani wedding of Kalki. Predictably, every hidden
emotion burst out, and Bunny’s priorities get changed.
In this scorching hot weather, when you get to see
chilly mountains of Manali; you would just love to be there straight from the
cinema hall, esp. when Deepika and Ranbir reach on the peak of the mountain,
and shout with exuberance. Cinematography is a gift for the audience.
Deepika played an introvert girl who has never done
any mischievous act, but is desperate to just come out & enjoy; thus joins
the gang at the last minute. She exhibits her inner desires, and keeps giving
Bunny googly pe googly. With a promo:
“mujhe tumse pyaar ho jayega….. fir se”,
it’s predictable that she was in love with Ranbir’s character earlier, and they
meet after an intermission.
Aditya Roy Kapooor was seen in the same role what he
played in Aashiqui2: a drunkard, but in a character role. Albeit, he played his
role well, but he shouldn’t drink alcohol again coz it will be unbearable if
done again. Kalki did justice with her character, for whatever duration she was
Madhuri Dixit’s ghagra
song isn’t raunchy; you may enjoy it with family.
I enjoyed its musical numbers: Balam Pichkari and
Badtameez Dil which will make you bop & feel young, while other songs:
Illahi and Kabira are lyrically good ones.
It’s a simple story full of emotions. Albeit, Wake
Up Sid stands out but this one is also worth watching. So, just go & enjoy.
Don’t think much!
Sun brightens the room with its rays to wake up the
son of Malhotra family, named ‘Suraj’. He is a handsome but lazy boy who never matches
up to his name. His day starts at 11:00 am. His room doesn’t exhibit life. His
mother still insists him to brush properly & take shower. Being a single
child, he was totally pampered; and never listened to his parents, and
Born with a silver spoon, he never cared for his
career. He flaunts his father’s luxury car, squanders his money on friends and
alcohol, sleeps, and watches television.
A year, after graduation, lapsed in idleness. Suraj’s
parents were getting worried about the future of their son. Gradually, his all
friends got job, and he was left alone. And, eventually, he became a victim of
depression and solitude. He started consuming antidepressants, and his alcohol
intake was scaling up every day.
One day his father climbed up stairs to his room. The
room was pathetically wrecked, and full of alcohol stink. And, Suraj was in a
very traumatic condition- totally shattered on the floor. He was suddenly
rushed to Total Care Hospital.
Dr. Kalyani examined him completely. His health
condition has become worse. Alcohol intake has completely damaged his system. His
mouth was bleeding profusely. He was, then, admitted to ICU. Three days passed,
but there was no improvement in his health.
Dr. Kalyani: “His condition is very weak. His lungs
are 50% damaged due to excessive alcohol intake, and his gums are bleeding
profusely. His body isn’t giving any response.”
Mrs. Malhotra: “I asked him to visit hospital once when
his mouth was bleeding but he didn’t listen to me, and never even told me his
problems”, sobbing deeply.
Dr. Kalyani: “Has he been taking any medications?”
Mrs. Malhotra: “Yes, he started having some intakes
Dr. Kalyani: “Mrs. Malhotra, just pray to your God,
and leave the rest to him. We are doing our best to save his life. Have faith.”
Then, after a week he went through a lung surgery,
and was undertaken in utmost care.
His parents got aghast with his toothless mouth. His
four teeth were removed, two from each sides.
Dr. Kalyani: “Antidepressant tablets lead to gum
problems, that is why, we have to remove his teeth”.
Mr. Malhotra at his humour best, “My son has become
old before me”.
His parents sat beside him every single day. Though
unconscious, he was watching what pain his parents were going through. His parents’
love made him respond to the medicines, and after a fortnight he came out of
Dr. Kalyani: “Now, your son is alright. Just keep
good care of him and he will be a healthy guy again. We will do the filling of
his mouth once he recuperates completely.”
Suraj’s parents moved toward his room. He was discharged later.
Now, Suraj is a dedicated loving guy who obeys his
parents, and spends his time on dinner table with them.
With a sadhu in its
cover pagegesturing it as a mythological
fiction (as I am not greatly inclined towards mythology & history), I didn’t
give it a damn to reading this piece of narration, a debut by Amish (Tripathi)
-who prefers to be called by his first name only as he doesn’t endorse caste
system, which his first series of trilogy depicts where Lord Ram established the
Maika system in the empire. But, it’s
instant hullabaloo in the market, and a recommendation with urge by the
bookseller made me turn its pages. So, apparently certain anxiety groomed to
read the magical thrill behind the scenes.
It had failed to impress me first time, and I decided to
lock it in the cupboard. But then, I went for a second chance to romance with
the depiction of landscape & lifestyle of Gunas & Meluhans up to a few
of pages, until I found a solace.
Shiva is a Tibetan immigrant whose tribe gets chosen by the
Meluhans to spend a peaceful and rich lifestyle in a near perfect empire. This decision
of migration might change the fate of Shiva for he would not be the chief but a
regular guy. He accepts the offer as it should be better off rather to fight
the Pakratis everyday for the survival.
With his entrance in the kingdom of Daksha, his destiny
turns, to the depth of confusion, which he eventually accepts. And, its credit
goes to the medicinal drink- Somras- which brought blue colour to the throat of
Shiva, and thus, he was being declared Neelkanth- the god of Gods who had been
eagerly awaited by the Meluhans to protect them from the evil spirits, Chandravanshis.
The sense of duty of Neelkanth towards
the Meluhans was also driven by his love for Sati. Sati was a vikarma, where
her bad fate had been carried off with an unfortunate event in the past. Amid
the misery of where Shiva’s fate drives him, he found unveiled truth about the
Chandravanshis. Later, with the guidance of Pandits he found serenity without
In the last two pages, Pandit advises Shiva to go for his
wife’s comforting embrace as they would discuss the conversation later, and here
Amish leaves readers with the anxiety of ‘next what?’.
So, to unveil the truth behind the picture, you have to
spend some bucks for the next two books in series. ;)
I observed that the author had gone with the flow so much
that he forgot to answer the queries of his protagonist (Shiva) – why did his
tribe get chosen by the Meluhans.
I liked the way the author has portrayed the character of
Daksha in respect to Shiva, unlike its depiction in the Hindu mythology; which
brought my interest to read the other characters. I applaud his questioning of
Lord Ram’s verdict for Sita.
Love of Shiva and Sati was very much Bollywood style which
might be the raison d’être of its movie version- soon to be filmed. Albeit, it fascinated
me first, but later it seemed exaggerated with their contest over the choice of
With some grammatical errors, I doubt if the editors have displayed
their consummation with conviction.
It’s a plain fiction with its characters’ names in
resemblance with the characters of the Hindu mythology. Don’t misunderstand it
with anything to do with mythology. It interested me later despite my mood
swing, so yes, it’s readable. I have found it average one.
The height of success doesn't stand with the height of love.
Mohit Suri’s directorial venture, Aashiqui2, has
been in news even before its release, for the sequel of ‘90s musical hit film:
Aashiqui, under the same banner of Mahesh Bhatt & Kumar. Besides it, tracks
of Aashiqui2, especially “Tum hiho”, has become a hypnotizing
sensational tune to the nerves of everyone, and raison d’etre to its
The lead casts of this musical hit film, Aaditya Roy
Kapur- who played character roles earlier, and Shraddha Kapoor- who played a quirky
but determined girl, who made his boyfriend learn a lesson, are, here,
performing just a contradiction to their past roles. Shraddha, as Aarohi, doesn’t
mind hitting by his boyfriend, and Aaditya, as Rahul Jaykar, is a
self-destructive drunkard singer and songwriter. Where Aaditya’s character
gives him chance to prove his mettle, Shraddha’s character is not as much
promising. She doesn’t seem successful to crafting the frame and was unfit to
the bill. Her bubbly face is too cute to be serious.
While dealing with the downfall in career, Rahul
Jaykar meets Aarohi- a struggler singer who sings in Goa bar to get her bread.
He recognizes her potential to become the next best thing, and brings her to
the world of dreams. From there their relationship gets a new meaning; and after
many endeavors on part of Aarohi and Vivek (Rahul’s friend), film ends with an
Many media critics found the couple’s relationship
getting soured amid fame and heartbreak with the success of Aarohi, to say in
resemblance with the Amitabh-Jaya starrer film “Abhimaan”. But, I didn’t find
anything parallel to it. Instead, the relationship of Rahul & Aarohi is
different. It’s a tale of unconditional love where compromise is a key word.
There was no envy or competitiveness. Go to your nearest theatre, and tell me
if you agree?
It’s a sad musical love ride with a few of good moments
which escape in the fragile love journey. Albeit, the script was quite known
& dialogues sounded little banal, the film made me cry. So yes, it is a onetime
watch movie. Especially, its songs & lyrics have worked in its favor just
like to its prequel.
Share your views here; if you were already to theatre,
or if you have planned to watch it with your loved ones.