Skip to main content


Thank you Dhanush for playing Kundan this well.

Street smart. Jugaadu guy. Zabardast maal in an ordinary packet (Another close character  I have seen on screen is Bittoo of ‘Band Baaja Baaraat’). The dialogues where you laugh at yourself. Makes Kundan so endearing. You summed up your character yourself, somewhere near the middle of the movie,"Tumse pyaar karna mera talent hai. Ismein tumhara koi haath nahin." (It was my talent to fall in love with you. You have no hand in it). The relentless pursuit of ‘the unachievable dream’. The waiting. The guilt that consumed you.  A small town guy becoming a poster boy of new age political activism.  Sacrificing a thriving political career, a friend , a dedicated woman,familiar lanes of Banaras – all of this for a childhood obsession. 

Sonam Kapoor, your character had so many shades. Innocence in adolescence, conniving as an adult, impressed by a perfect guy, jealous in politics, confused in love. It was one of your better performances till date.

Thank you Anand L Rai for giving us a reasonably good movie. The setting. Varanasi. The colours. The religious divide. Murari and his Guruji. The scooter. Asi Ghat. The plethora of ideas you had while writing the story. The cruel twist of fate. The dig at ‘left-leaning student activists’.  Most of all the characters. Murari. His Guruji. Jasjit. His sister.  

Had the story been a fairytale, I would not have liked it. Despite its shortcomings (which I have not dealt with here), ‘Ranjhanaa’ did not disappoint.


viddhi said…
i am not much of a sonam kapoor fan..but somehow your review makes me want to go and watch the movie!
Anwesa said…

Watch the movie only for Dhanush.
rainboy said…
I saw it first day... i liked it for its story ,especially coz the director didn't try to make it a happy ending as the case is usually in bollywood.

long time :)

tc and have a nice day
Anwesa said…

Some stories are better off without 'happy endings'.

And yes,long time :) So much has changed in blogsville :D

Popular posts from this blog


Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
Bright streaks of light
Dazzle me.
Enchant me.
And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.

Amidst Soul-lessness

There is smoke somewhere. 
I cannot seem to figure out where. 
The lights are here, the music is here.
Has it been home here ?
Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain.
Or maybe when it rained and it did not matter.
Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
Or maybe when I realized I was okay.
Had it been always like this ?

Not really. 
Things clicked, took effort and blood. 
Did I do it ? Or the beasts did ? Maybe we both together,
Played this game. 
Amidst soulful solitude, it was love. 
Maybe appreciation.
Another journey, another dry spell. 
Will it ever be home again ? 

P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017 


I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.

I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.

I cannot remember my mother
only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.