Insert Generic Running Quote Here

There is probably nothing new I can say about running that has not already been said before. Nor am I a die-hard fan of this sport: I do not find it as cathartic, freeing or interesting as a lot of people around me. As far as I am concerned, the verdict on whether I’ll keep sticking to it is still out.

But yesterday, I had my longest run, and possibly my toughest “sport moment” (not tough, since I’m really not an active person :P). I was with a group of people, and kept falling behind their pace – an extremely shitteous feeling, I might add. 2 km ahead of a loop, I told them that I just couldn’t carry on, would see them when they returned to the same spot after the loop, and felt about as miserable as it is possible to feel. But something in my head went “fuck it”, decided to walk even if I couldn’t run with the group. Trailed behind for 2 km, caught up, then overtook, then finished 3 km more than I had intended to. (I don’t even think my group finished! They totally avoided my questions and I didn’t see them on the route. Boo yeah). I still don’t think I’ll finish the half marathon in under 3hrs, though will definitely meet my initial target (around 3:10). But seriously. This. This sports movie moment has addled my brain and has made me want to write it down before I forget the feeling.

I guess, in keeping with my JJWS track, I’m now at that stage of the final race when Sanju is beaten up but decides to get back to the race anyways. All I now need is for the crowd to cheer, SANJU CHANGE THE GEAR as I crawl near the finish line, to make my movie metaphor complete 😀

We are all haramzaadas here.

Sabse aage ladki kaun?

Today I reached a personal milestone in my running programme: 6.5 km. This is not a huge distance, but it’s made me really excited, and I wanted to share it, but 140 chars is too less. A lot of sites say that documenting your workout progress helps, so I’m going to start doing it in the only way that makes sense to me. Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander.

I’m currently like Sanju when he has *just* begun training. Kinda wimpy, and needing Ayesha Jhulka at all points of time. Each milestone brings me one step closer to defeating Shekhar. (Ultimately, the aim is to cross the half marathon finish line while the JJWS cycle race music and title track plays victoriously). The ankle weights haven’t even come on yet. But they will.

On an aside, can we talk about the fact that NONE of the JJWS posters even feature Ratan? Hello, it’s the most major plot point! (I can forgive the excessive space given to Pooja Bedi’s legs, because dear, she was amazing dear, but this is a bit too unjust).

Pre exam state of mind

Bring it, Strategic Alliances!

Majboor

So yesterday I had the kind of day where you want to shoot puppies and then curl up into a corner and cry. But I have recently stolen my PP’s tablet with a Spuul connection, so I decided to vent my frustration by watching a movie instead. And boy oh boy did I strike gold. Majboor, starring Amitabh, Parveen Babi and the criminally underutilised Pran, is brilliant. Has an innovative plot, intelligent dialogues (and Social Commentary!), a Maa who doesn’t keep weeping in a corner, and of course, ‘morning walk’ outfits like this:

Ravi Khanna is an intelligent, urbane travel agent, with a peppy girlfriend, a loving family, and token apahij behen, who is full of sunshine and light. But then he finds out he has a brain tumour (!), which if operated on could paralyse him or turn him mentally unstable.

Here you have the brain tumour face:

Realising his responsibilities, he does what anyone would do. Implicates himself in the crime in which he was a witness so that he can get the reward money. Mind you, he could have implicated ANYONE ELSE, but he chose to implicate himself. He strews clues around, which are analysed by this Platonic Ideal of a detective:

 

He confesses, goes to jail (I don’t quite know what happened to the 5L reward money), has a brain tumour ka daura, is operated on and is healed! Now he must extricate himself from this mess. So he escapes tight police security (by being towed away on a stretcher!), goes to his girlfriend’s house to mull over a plan of action. They decide…to run away to Khandala! Where they run into a man who knows Ravi – who is also a henpecked man who married his wife for her money and now gets beaten up by her at parties), and who is wearing  THE DEAD MAN’S RING!

 

Cool shenanigans lead them to Michael (who sings the plaintive song, “Daaru ki botal mein, Sahib paani bharta hai, phir kehta hai ki Michael, peeke danga karta hai”. What pathos), who for no real reason whatsoever, swears on Christ to help out the stricken Khanna family. He also has a takiyakalaam/memory device:

The show-down happens, and includes a ridiculous plot point where Michael must point his gun at the villain to stop him from escaping, and the heroine helps him – by throwing water on him to keep him awake. Instead of, you know, taking the gun to point it at the villain.

I’d give this movie all the stars in the world, were it not for two imperfections:

1. Michael gets killed off for like, no discernible reason! They got the doctor to him, they could totes have saved him, but they just had to ruin a random but great story arc.
2. The apahij behen belied my expectations and did not, in fact, miraculously get up from the wheelchair and start walking. But Farida Jalal was delightful, so I’ll let it pass.

Ultimately, though you see it coming a mile away, you still end up loving this film. Because really, what’s not to love.

What I wish I was doing instead of reading about deferred taxes & simplex

(In more ways than one, wink wink)

In these troubling times, it is important to be…

My feels on seeing the Accounts paper

Every Damn Time.

De Beerst Joke Ever

Why is a heera not sadaa ke liye?

Because “Heera toh pehle hi kissi aur ka ho chuka“.

 

Oh man, I kill myself.

For those who did not get the reference, i.e., I suspect all of you, here.

Shady cards

 

So I was feeling bored and thinking of the song. And so, here’s a card. In the extreme off-chance that you use it, do let me know and slash or give credit 🙂 This was made on pixlr.com, which is a fantastic site for mid-day projects like this 🙂

 

Weekly WTF

So I think from now on, in an effort to keep the blog consistently alive, I’m going to post my favourite WTF moments from cinema every week. To inaugurate, what better than this lovely, bizarre, song:

 

 

 

 

The movie was equally and completely bizarre. The only redeeming feature was that Dharmendra spent most of it in short shorts. Seriously, how did people consent to doing such ridiculous roles? Also WTF: Hema’s bright blue hair in one of the songs: