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Friday 21 September 2012

Cocktail


Glad I saved 250 rupees on watching 'Cocktail'. Instead the money can come handy in buying two pairs of chappals from Kamla Nagar to rain on the scriptwriter.

So  Meera is a true Indian girl who instead of reporting to the police about her pest husband, starts camping in a stranger’s house. Hello?

Accepted that bimbo girls laugh at PJ’s a lot but how can she giggle at Gautam’s poop like pickup lines which can wake me up even from death. Just to slap him right across his face. 
   
While it takes her potentially HIV infected lover one half of a song to fall in love and out of lust, our Bhartiya Naari is entangled in love in 2 minutes. What is she?  Maggi noodles?
 
 Saif should have ideally played father/uncle to the pretty girl and her anorexic Brutus but Alas!

Funny she came to London in salwar kurti with pink clutcher being highlighted like ugly pimples and then landed in India in trendy jeans. Haha! Whom are you fooling Mr. Writer!

Deepika needs to read the script beyond her role because Saif, Diana and pathetic story totally let the movie down even though she stood out.

“I am a rich bitch” and “Whatever is in the house is on the house” are the only two killer dialogues. Rest  all are  an assault to the sensibility!

Btw, Can anyone explain the following line in “Tumhi ho Bandhu” song.

“Tu hai jaisa mujhko waisa
Dikhna.. dikhna”

Excuse me? What? The girl wants to look manly also now on top of her anorexic, anemic stature! ?

Thursday 20 September 2012

PaaniPuri!


What is it with Panipuri and my loyalty towards my favorite street food?

 As Chaats, Maha Lactos, Bhelpuris, Golas were  getting cornered by pizzas, burgers, Ferrero Rochers in my life, all GolGappa could manage was a less funny name-“PaniPuri.”
 
I was a champion at “1 Re, 2 Golgappas-Eat as much as you can” competitions. Alas! That was the only  trophy I feared flashing at Mom’s face. Trying to disgust each other by describing the imaginary/real wound on the thelawala’s hands and then outrunning everybody on the 1st clink of his bells. Those were the spicy, naughty days… Btw, Naughty mumblings that tummy had to deal with afterwards is a different story altogether. As always. ;)


Then Delhi gave way to many changes and complimentary Paani.<*tears of joy and extra mirch!*>. It didn’t take long before my “what-a-cheapo!” gaze soon turned towards myself saying “What-a-dumbo” who doesn’t ask for her birth right. Her complimentary dirty green paani. Those hot sunny days when every molecule of the body threatened to evaporate, ice cold Singla paanipuri kept my sanity together.  Delhi’s paanipuri has surely won my dil forever.


Bangalore is my nest now and thankfully, paanipuri stalls are sprinkled across the city. My daily 10 rupees therapy with delicious ‘puchkas’ and the complimentary “sookha” which has rotten chanas without fail, yet I have never buzzed without claiming it. Victory! ;)


Rates have changed but my little ball of surprise is still a spicy, tangy, non sweet Salsa for my tastebuds. I say ‘surprise’ because filthier the place, tastier the puchkas. ;) I have spent 4 years in Goa and panipuri followed me there also in the nooks and crannys where even hutch dog couldn’t claim to.


Paanipuri is indeed my favorite food and favorite drink. Depends if I am in delhi for the complimentary drink or in Bangalore for those extra puris. ;)