Monday, October 11, 2010

Android Phones: Explained

Catch my latest post at TheTossedSalad on Android Phones here.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Annual Media Fest, Part I

So yeah, I have been selected as part of the core team of our college to organize the first ever annual media fest.

Sounds good? Definitely sounds good.
But involves a lot of work.

But, whatever it may be.
However work there might be.
It's gonna be a lot of fun!

Check out the teaser to learn the name of the fest - not giving anything out in the post.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Nokia X3 Preview | The Tossed Salad

Clutter breaker or miserable failure?

Read the preview here.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Peepli Live: Review

Review unavailable because I couldn't catch the film as the theatre was houseful last night. You've seen it? How was it?

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

VU TV Review | The Tossed Salad

So, my first article for The Tossed Salad came out today. Do check out the review of the new series of LCD TV's from VU here.

More gadget reviews, coming soon - as soon as I get my hands on some.
(If you're willing to help me out, please do!)

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Aisha. Hating her is so easy!

Okay, don’t get misled by the title. It doesn’t mean that the film is to be hated. Maybe it’s a catchy phrase that’ll get you to read the post – a gimmick to seek attention. Or maybe it has some deep rooted meaning to it. Go figure!

Well, the trailer of Aisha – the first trailer of Aisha had me really interested in the movie. Specially how the colour of ‘h’ in Aisha was different. With the habit of thinking too much, I was wondering. Ais(h)a? Aisa? Aisa kya? Kyun aisa?

In cinema, nothing is done without a reason, they tell me. So, the colour of the ‘h’ being different had to mean something, didn’t it? But, in the end, did it really?

H is for Hate. Does that sound a feasible enough solution?

From the middle of the movie, just before the intermission (where the colour of one of the alphabets were different had gotten me thinking that yes, the colours are just for design and nothing more significant) I had started hating Aisha. Again, not the movie. The character Aisha. All flashy designer clothes, blowing up money, time and effort for her ‘projects’, her way of talking, her mannerism, the whole of it. She was like this girl who is the epitome of a certain group of girls in all colleges – a lot of money, belief for brands and parties every night.

Yet, probably this was the aim of the director. You hate, hate, hate the protagonist, till the very end. Till the very end when you pick up your character from the gutters and make the audience feel stupid for hating her in the first place – how could someone hate this sweet, caring, adorable girl (woman according to Abhay Deol in the movie) who just seemedto be a little weird (if I may say so) in the beginning?

But the problem is, this never happens. Till like almost the end of the movie, the director builds his character, his anti-heroine well. But, at the end, just cannot manage to pick her up onto the pedestal which throughout the movie she believes herself to be in, and why the reason we hate her.

I haven’t read Emma, so I cannot judge how true Aisha is to her. But, at the end of the night, on a cold scooter ride back from the movie theatre, Aisha, the girl still had me intrigued. If only her character could have been rescued in the end. If only I could love her as much I hated her at points, this would have been one of the gems of recent Indian cinema. Everything else was in place. A brilliant production design, VW curves (yum!), the glamour and the style, with strong people behind the camera, in the edit room and writing songs – everything was in place. Just at the end of the movie, Aisha couldn’t evolve as much we would have loved her to.

At the end of the movie, we still hate her a little more than we love her. And this, is probably where the movie fails, the only thing that keeps it back from being a masterpiece.

Monday, July 19, 2010

The Promised Post

Well, last sunday I promised a post to my readers. It seems I have four of them.

So, dedicated to you faithful four is this post.

I haven't written in a long long time. A lot has happened in the meantime. The sem break took place and I got to spend four weeks in Mumbai. For work.

Yes, it was a lot of hard work. But it was a lot of fun. Thanks to all the guys at The Glitch. A humble request, please watch B4U music. Start taking it a little more seriously now. It's been glitched!

Train back to Kolkata was a nightmare. Got stuck in Tatanagar for a night because there was suspected landmines on the train track. Well, better safe than sorry I guess. And obviously, no land mines exploded. I'm still alive!

Weavers in Kolkata. Well! People who see sarees and other khadi material, have you ever wondered how they are made? Well, start wondering. You'll get to know soon, as early as next year if plans come to life!

Vague-nes. This is.


Love you all.

Check back soon. And I'll write sooner.
For lesser vague-nes. And more me!

Sunday, July 11, 2010


This place hasn't seen a new post in ages. And I plan to change the fact.

But before I go ahead... how many people still check back to read? Doesn't make sense if no one reads.

You have a week to tell me if you come back and read this blog. Click on comments, yell a BOO and we'll be back in action!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Love Sex Aur Dhoka - Review. Exciting Times for Cinema.


Well, yeah. Watching LSD was like being hit with a bullet at times.
This whole year, since watching Avatar, I've had one thought going around in my head. "What is the future of cinema?" I kept asking myself. And since Avatar, more films have come and gone which have just amplified this thought.

For someone studying "media" - and learning the nuances of filmmaking, it seems very odd now. Odd, because the traditional things we are "taught" in class, do not seem to hold true any longer. In the recent past, all the films that have had captured some mindspace do not conform to traditional "rules" of filmmaking at all.

From technology, the way of telling a story, promoting a film to the audience, the star system - things have changed, they are changing, and these are exciting times!

LSD would not have been possible ten, or even five years previously. Imaging lugging around a film camera in your hand to shoot the first story. Scary! The digital format has made things simpler (and complicated at times, but let's not get into that!) - and things more flexible for the director, and the crew on the whole. While there are people who still prefer the film medium, no one can deny that digital film making has made more experimentation come into film.

Act, structure, treatment - things have changed so much. And, that is acceptable. That is acceptable because the audience an accept the fact that various things are running simultaneously in their lives. It's not a linear life anymore - and thus entertainment has changed too - with a non linear, complex structure with a multitude of layers. I wouldn't really have minded if LSD was just three short films. Then during the second one was one, I realized the connection to the first. And during the third, the shootout was enough for me, I felt, okay, things have been connected. But, then came the last scene, the hospital scene, which connected all the three stories together. That deserved a clap. And clap I did! After the movie, when thinking about it, I realized that their wasn't one scene in the whole movie which was redundant. Till the last scene, the hospital scene was pretty much redundant - but, Dibakar Banerjee, take a bow, the connection between each story, very simple, yet how intriguing. We never realize how we are connected to people. Maybe the stranger who helped you out yesterday in the grocery store is murdered today?

The number of people we know, The number of connections we make. Have we ever wondered what their stories are? How without affecting their lives, we are a part of them? Brilliant!

About the promotion. I believe everyone who stepped into the hall had an idea that the film would be about sex, sex and more sex. Hah! I presume people were disappointed to not get to see anything. But, I also assume that after watching the movie, it was full paisa vasool. This is a new trend these days - not giving the plot away, or misleading the audience with the promotions of a movie. Well, I won't comment on the virtuosity of the same, but, it works, doesn't it?

And the stars are gone I think. More movies with lesser know and unknown actors have been hit films than ones with huge star casts. Brilliant performences by everyone in the film.

I tell you. These are exciting times for cinema. Cinema is evolving. And we're left to wonder what will be thrown at us next.


Rating 4.5/5

Monday, March 22, 2010


Well, Dionysia is here. And the fun times are back again!

Come, join us.

Three options you have!

Eenie. Meenie. Minee. Moe?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Road, Movie. An experience.

A lot has been written about this movie in a lot of places. It has been loved, it has been trashed. Scenes have been discussed to such a level, that there is no need to do it any further.

However, I still wish to write. Not only about the film, but about the experience.

I was waiting for the film, ever since the trailers came out. But, when the film did come out, I somehow wasn't finding time to go and watch it. I was asking people, however, what they thought about the film. Strangely enough, there were very contrasting comments. Some said they loved it. Some said they hated it. From no one, and mind it, no one, I heard anything which was a comment which was in between all these.

And my curiosity peeked further. But still, I somehow couldn't manage time.

Then, this friend of mine, Tanay, came and told me, "This movie is going to be a flop. But I loved it!"

Finally, the plan to go for the movie was made very randomly as another friend and me just went to watch it. Leaving all work aside. Screen number 3, Gold Adlabs (or is it Big Cinemas now, I think), Pune.

As I sat down for the movie, a lot of comments were going around in my head - heard from a lot of people. One of them was, "It was more like a tel advertisement than a movie". Since then, I had wondered what he had meant, and now, I had a chance to figure out for myself whether it was truly a hair oil commercial (?!) or a movie.

And then the movie started.

I don't want to go into the movie, because it has been discussed and discussed a lot. All I want to add is that I found the movie a brilliant piece of work, and no, it wasn't a commercial for hair oil!

I on the other hand want to discuss the audience reaction by what I heard from here and there being loudly whispered.

Bang at half an hour, lo and behold, the interval! Thankfully I knew that it was such, someone had already told me, it being a one and half hour long film, it having it's interval after only half an hour - but, someone should have told that to the crowd. Whispers broke out. Like mad. Confusion, as to whether it was a technical glitch or a deliberate interval. If it were a deliberate interval, then, how long was the movie?! An hour long, that's it? And then - "Why did we pay so much if it's an hour long movie?"

The movie started.

I was half anticipating some of these people to keep a close eye on their watched and cheer when they realized that it was not an hour long movie, but a little longer. My fear was uncalled for, thankfully.

But, the crowd were still muttering. Wondering what the movie was all about, what all was happening. And whistling when the scene between Abhay Deol and Tannishhtha Chatterjee came about. And after that, whistling at almost all point when the two of them were in the frame together.

And finally when the movie got over, the audience was silent for some time - I think it took them a while to realize that the movie had gotten over. While on their way out, they were muttering, most of them.

While on my way back, I was thinking more about the audience than about the film. The film was a cinematic masterpiece, I felt - the truck, the oh so blue truck travelling all over vast desertlands. And oh, the ending titles!

Having watched a lot of films in the recent past, specially international films and having attended a few international film festivals, I felt in the Indian scenario, it was a clutter breaking film, not the usual 3 hour song-dance-drama types and, a true, what to call it, a Festival Material film?

But then, why was it so difficult for the crowd to accept something a little different? Just because the interval wasn't in the middle, just because there was no melodrama, why was it difficult to accept the film? Then, this film education that we, media students receive, and the "intellectualism" we find in films, and the things we discuss as the New Indian Film, are they all rubbish?

Does it still need to be a 3 hour tear jerker to even succeed in a multiplex crowd?

What is wrong with the general public in accepting something new? Is it the problem of just leaving their comfort zones behind, or is there some other, deep rooted problem in the society which needs to be addressed before we start expecting more movies with different ideas and treatments to come about - and then for them to succeed?

(ps. probably, 20 years down the line, this film will be screened in a premiere media college in the country and be discussed as "the New Indian or the New Wave Indian Cinema of the 2000's. Whatever!)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

I moved. At least for a bit.

For some reason, blogspot was seeming too cluttered. So, I moved, even if at least for a bit. To wordpress.

Maybe this blog will be there, or it might not be updated again. Or maybe, both will exist side by side, and will be used for different purposes.

Let's see!

Oh yeah, the URL would be

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

You Shot Me Down, Bang Bang

So, who's been shot down?
Well, no one.

Are you sure?
Well, yeah.

No, you don't seem so sure.
Ahem... well...

Bang bang
You shot me down.

Killed Bill Too. Or should I say Three? 2014. That. 3D, That too.

The Lunatic is back, with his rambling!

Follow me down
Let's see how long the rabbit trail goes.
Or deep and down does it go?
And see a movie, or two, on the road?

Hah. Goli Maara. Dhoka Diya.

Solve this riddle of a post. 100 bucks to the person who can do it!