Gangs of Wasseypur -2 — Keh k le li !!

Spoiler alert: If you haven’t watched the movie and are planning to, please give this one a miss!

And so I went to watch Gangs of Wasseypur-2 with a spring in my step and a flutter in my heart as I just couldn’t contain myself anymore. At the risk of sounding kinky, let me say that GOW-1 had left me high and dry, and GOW-2 was a fitting satisfaction personified climax 😉 It started from the same place where GOW- 1 had ended, when Sardar Singh was shot dead. And thus unfolds the saga of revenge battered with blood and violence laced with satire and comedy that is subtle and underplayed. It keeps you entertained even as you keep reaching for cover to shield yourself from the bloodbath on screen.

The movie starts as Sardar Khan’s (played by Manoj Bajpai) sons’ want to avenge his death by wiping off his killers and in return Sultan kills off Sardar Khan’s elder son Danish. Even as the Khan family tries to cope with the loss of the father and the elder son, Anurag Kashyap and Zeishan Quadri make sure they keep you entertained with the band baaja belting out “sorrow”ful songs as passionately as the shaadi waale gaane. Richa Chadda holds her character well in the second part too. The transition of her character is shown so beautifully with a fuller face, under eye circles and orange hair, a trademark of using henna on hair in small towns. And she shows that she is no simpleton widow who will take the death of her son and husband lying down. And here in enters the hero of the film. And only an Anurag Kashyap can think of making a Hero out of a dark, stick-thin man, shirt and lungi clad, paired with rubber chappals. Boy! He has certainly put Bihar on the world map!

Nagma Khatun aka Richa instigates her younger son Nawazuddin Siddiqui to come out of his stupor (as he is a ganja addict) and avenge the father-brother deaths. Like Manoj Bajpai, Faijal (Faisal as pronounced in Bihari) has his own style and he compels you to belt out at least one seeti for his underplayed yet daring demeanor. One by one he starts killing unsuspecting people and quickly rises to be the undisputed king of Wasseypur. Tigmanshu Dhulia aka Ramadhir Singh gives yet another steely performance, adding years to his age very gracefully. He still plays the antagonistic politician with his one-of-a-kind sense of humor, as he cynically says, “Jab tak India mein cinema rahega, tab tak log chu**** bante rahenge“!

And then enter three new characters – Definite, Tangent and Perpendicular. Perpendicular is Sardar Khan’s youngest son and is a treat to watch with his blade-in-the-mouth stunts and the best comes when he says, “talo, tauth krte hain” (chalo, toss krte hain) !! Tangent is Perpendicular’s friend and together they do small looting here and there in Wasseypur, but their friendship is cut short when Sultan and his accomplices kill Perpendicular. Definite (played by Zeishan Quadri) is Durga’s (second wife of Manoj Bajpai, played by Reemma Sen) son, who now works in Ramadhir Singh’s house as a help. He is the surprise package of the film as he keeps double, triple crossing people and groups and goes on a killing spree in Wasseypur. And it is with his help, that Faisal is finally able to get his hands dirty with Ramadhir Singh’s blood.

The scene where Faisal and Ramadhir Singh finally find each other face to face is iconic. Ramadhir Singh with a pistol facing the daredevil Faisal with his automatic machine gun. The scene is superbly sketched out as Ramadhir Singh is in a dilemma to either fight and go down or to just give in. In the end he just sits down to face his destiny as Faisal empties out his entire gun into Ramadhir Singh’s lifeless body and just then, you hear a triumphant, “Teri keh k lunga” in the background!!! And then as Faisal walks off, he leaves behind his foot prints in Ramadhir Singh’s blood. I was totally sold out on this one scene in the movie.

Nawazuddin Siddiqui in the killing sequence

Huma Quereshi plays Faisal’s wife and she is by far the prettiest new comer this year. She holds on her own very well and shares quite a crackling chemistry with her on-screen husband ;-). There were several wow moments in the movie. One where Richa Chadda is singing, “Taar bijli se patle hamare piya” and towards the end breaks down remembering her own husband is a classic. Then there are a couple of those where Mohsina Khan (Huma Quereshi) sings some Bihari English remixes to entertain Faisal while he is in jail. The lyrics of the song go like, “Frustiyaao nahi, Nervousaao nahi….” and stay with you even after the movie is over. And then the one where Faisal is escaping from an attack on his house and jumps from a building and breaks his leg. It’s another classic scene as he gives out just the correct nuances of a man, in unbearable pain, belting out expletives that you can’t hear and still can understand, crying out in pain and still be silent 🙂

The beautiful Huma Quershi

Nawazzudin Siddiqui shows that he can act and if it were in my capacity, I’d give the National Award to him along with Anurag Kashyap for directing a movie that can be placed at a pedestal that can match the likes of Godfather! The movie is a masterpiece and perfection personified be it the screenplay, story, characterization, background score and songs.

Sneha Khanwalkar deserves a standing applause for the music and background score as she does full justice to the mood of the movie and sets the perfect tone to carry it forward. While “Hunter” and “Teri keh k lunga” took the cake in GOW-1, GOW-2 shines with “Electric Piya”, “Dil chi cha lather” and “Kaala rey”.

I can go on and on praising the movie and its makers, but I guess you guys get the drift. So let me just leave you here to enjoy these songs.
My rating : 5 on 5

“Dil Chi Cha Lader”

“Kaala Rey”

“Electric piya”

*All the images courtesy Google

Death – Essence of Life?

A few days back, I (for the nth time) got one of those emails which preach you to say your I love You’s when you have still got time. Because sometimes, we get caught up in the frenzy of life and forget to tell our loved ones how much we love them. Ok. Point taken. But recently there have been a lot of similar mails preaching that we shouldn’t be rude to people because that might just be our last meeting. And then we would burn in the hell of guilt because we had been rude to them. Even though we didn’t do anything bad enough to make them die…isn’t it? And that got me thinking, “Was Death the only reason that made us enjoy the vagaries of life?”

 

I know we understand happiness because of sadness, love because of pain and other crap like that. But my point is that life itself is such a fascinating thing that even otherwise, we should look forward to living it, and not only because we might just die one day and not get to live another day. And so, just because someone might die, I should be open to taking crap from people? And what if I were to die before the said person? Would that person feel guilty about it too? What a pity if that person doesn’t. Life wasted! And imagine that if everyone to believe this and nobody ever said anything to each other what they really thought, how screwed this world would become.


Sample this. I had a fight with H the other day. And soon after I thought about the (stupid) email. And then I thought about whether 
H would be doing the same. But then he was not the one who initiated the fight. He just responded to what I was saying. That means that this stupid thought came only to me because I was guilty. And then I thought what if I were to die, would H feel guilty too, about making me mad because of which I fought with him. Knowing him, I don’t think so. Aren’t these fights very much a part of our relationship? Wouldn’t H  remember me as much for my love and care, as much he would for my “war”ing skills? 😛 

And while I was toying with these stupid ideas in my head, I came across this soap on TV where in the leading lady has brain tumor in last stage (why can’t these TV guys be a little more creative with disease names? Everybody always dies with brain tumor in last stage..boring!) Anyway, so the lady will do supreme sacrifice. She will not tell anyone in the house. (Now how stupid is that! There might be a slim chance of being saved if you start the treatment right away, but then how is she going to display her heroics…eh?­) AND to ensure that her husband doesn’t miss her (read: has somebody to cook and clean and sew buttons on his shirt after she’s gone) she starts hunting a prospective wife for him. Holy crap man! If not for anything else, I might just get brain tumor from watching another episode of this stupid soap.

And so, while I was thinking whether H would feel guilty about my death and after watching the stupid soap, I became stupid too. I thought what if I discovered I had brain tumor in the last stage. And I couldn’t think of what I would do after discovering the ailment, but one thing is for sure. I aint finding no girl for H  😉 I mean seriously, what’s that lady or her kick ass director/writer thinking? They think real people are like that? If it were me, I would make H  take an oath that he should not so much as even think about any other girl, let alone getting hitched to one. Atleast for a year or two. Not that I would want him to be miserable, but I would not want him to be happy either. Behaving as if my presence in his life meant nothing at all! I am selfish that ways you see 😛

 

I would want him to miss me often and talk to me by looking at the pictures in our wedding album. But not miss me too much to start drinking like a Devdas. If he were to pass by any book shop or road side book stall, he should always stop, remember me and buy a book with a smile on his face. If he were to come across a cute baby, he should think about how I used to go awwww with cute babies and smile again. If he were to come across a really cute outfit in the mall, he should buy it and gift it to those little girls on the road I always feel helpless about. And once he starts dating, he should always make it clear to the “new girl” that I was the first love of his life and that she would just have to deal with it. Hmmph! And so there, I am not so bad. I am basically trying to put a smile on his face ;-))

 Now I really have no idea if I am that sadistic but I really had a lot of fun writing out all this. And somewhere in my heart, I realize that death has a comical side too, that makes us behave in such stupid, idiosyncratic ways. So people, just believe whatever you want to and whoever you want to as long as it amuses you, and not because you actually fell prey to somebody’s stupid belief who was most probably guilty as hell while typing out those lines!

 

The day I will “go”…..

Life is so fickle. As fickle as everything else in this world.
You crack open an egg, a life is destroyed. Yeah….life changes in such simple strokes. There are hundred thousand of such simple strokes which end lives every day, every minute of our lives.

H

 says I think about Death too much, and too often. But then, what’s wrong? Isn’t it the only thing that’s defined and definite in this indefinable and indefinitely fickle life?

Just like that egg. If it remains where it was laid and hatched like it should have, that’s a life. If I have it for breakfast, it’s not. It had to die one day, you would say. Yeah…that’s exactly my point. It’s the only thing I know that’s for sure is going to happen with me.
I don’t know if I am going to get that elusive promotion. I don’t know if I am going to be able to achieve everything/anything in my 

wish list

. I don’t know anything, except the End.

They say reading a book becomes boring if you know the end. But Life is one such book, where we all know the end, but still the next chapter is a mystery. Because even though we know the end, we don’t know which of the strokes is going to end our life.
I don’t know how I am going to ‘go’. I fear the day, because I don’t know what awaits me. I just imagine the quintessential “Hell”-ish things people say I am gonna see (Ya…my friends are rude enough to tell me that I am, for sure, going to Hell !!)
I don’t know how many of you are going to miss me! But people, do feign a little horror at what I am insinuating and make me feel a tad bit more important that I actually am. ;-))
I am just imagining that if I am able to watch you guys (like they show the dead people in whites in the movies), I would be really sad to watch any of you cry …. but I know, it would definitely give me some grim satisfaction of being loved and appreciated (that is, if I would still have those feelings in me).
But what I would definitely LOVE is all of you remembering me with smiles on your faces (and not tears in your eyes), and to know how I touched a little part of your life and made it special (if I did). And I would love you all remembering me every now and then, and not just get away saying your usual RIPs…I will be a demanding ghost, if I may call myself that !

H

will be a little mad after reading this post. Might even consider taking me to a shrink for psychic help! 😛

But what the hell.!!!! Life is too short for having regrets. I don’t know what the next moment is gonna cost me. And I wanted to have this little heart-to-heart with all of you before I “go”….
PS: They say Earth is the hell for people on another planet !

THE Page 3 news…

In today’s times, scams and scandals galore. So much so that I have become prone to the so-called Page 1 “Headlines”. They fail to invoke any kind of reaction from me. And I guess that would be the case with a lot of people. Well, how many times can you really feel and say the ‘OMGs’ and ‘Ohh Really’ and ‘How could he do this’? You do get used to all that, don’t you?

But today morning, a Page 3 news jolted me out of my wits. There had been a plane crash in my home town. “So what’s new with that?”, you would say. 12 people died. “Well, that’s not really a huge number if you take an average of the number of people who die in plane crashes”, you would again say. But there was  one person on that ill-fated plane whom I knew. A doctor, who was on duty. Who was the husband of my office colleague. The lady in question is six months pregnant and got to know about her husband’s demise. I could do nothing, except question God on the unfairness of it all. Why of all the sinners in the world he decided to take a man, who was a family person, was loyal to his work, loved his wife and kids and basically was a good human being. But there was no answer, except a deafening silence. Maybe, He does have an ulterior motive.

I met her, but had no words to console her. And I hated people for asking her to be strong. She will have to be. Does she have a choice? If I had my way, I would have asked her to cry and cry as much as possible and vent out her grief.

The everyday statistics became a numbing experience for me. I could not control my tears.
I just pray to God to give the family enough strength to bear this irreplacable loss.
And for the rest of you, do what you want to do..TODAY. You never know what’s the next moment gonna cost you..!!!

An after thought: Life is like a game of Roadies. You never know when the rules will change..!!!