Stupendously Sublime

Till now i have stopped myself from writing film reviews, with a lot of success i might add, but a few days ago i saw a movie that was so beautifully crafted, played with such nuance that it left me breathless, i won't really try to review this movie but what i will try to write about is how it impacted me, how it gave me a longing for the next part, how it suddenly increased my respect for Manoj Bajpayee, Piyush Mishra, Tigmanshu Dhulia and the other members of this fabulous cast. The first and the best part i liked about the Gangs of Wasseypur was that nothing was done in half measure, the violence was brutal, absolutely unadulterated and in your face. The humour was lewd, crass and sexual but it was also physical, impeccable and found in situations where we see the humour, it was never forced. The hatred that was portrayed was so real that i felt the characters hatred bubble up inside me. The second thing (which came very close to the first) which i loved was the reali...

It is ironical that my 49th post was about death and my 50th post would be about one of the most numbing deaths in my life. I would lie if i say i cried, i'm not that big on crying, but yes, the sadness i feel is almost indescribable, my close friends are also similarly placed. So, i shall not endeavour to describe the collective agony that we have gone through, the helplessness and unfairness that we have experienced. What I shall write about is how he shaped my life. We met: It was the july of 2005, and a few scared newly graduated kids were sent to live in one of the most beautiful places in the world, JUIT. It is not clear how me and jha first met, but one of my most distinct memories is on how many levels we had connected. Both of us had dropped, practically been raised by 1 parent, had a similar taste in music and girls. I think we really became friends because of Sonal, that and the fact that he was almost fearless, nothing fazed him except the little things: tests, st...