Ghajini : It wasn't enough

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Ghajini is finally in the multiplexes and I was there too yesterday. Our meeting was not as satisfying as I would have liked. It fell down hard on my expectation and I found them both (Ghajini and my expectation) lying there in front of me, wasted.

Without spending too much time on any build-up, I would straight-away point out the reasons why I didn't like the movie -

1) Lack of intensity in the movie.
2) Aamir could have done more. I am not blasphemous but I have to say "God who failed".
3) I have seen and liked memento.
4) The flashback story was too long. Ironically, if detached from Ghajini, the flashback story was better directed than the real story.
5) I was over-expecting.
6) Concept wasn't new for me after memento, fifty first dates etc.

Now, I would point out the few better things which I liked about the movie -

1) Last fighting sequence. Camera work and special effects of high quality. Director still tried to get carried away by over-showing the effects of Aamir's kicks and punches; after all, he belongs to Tollywood.
2) Aamir's new-found physique and his costumes in the movie; but this has already been shown too much so that was not a breaking news for me.
3) Songs are good. Not very good.
4) Asin was a treat to watch. Good natural acting.



The best dialogue of the show came in the end from my cousin with whom I saw the movie. At the end, Aamir is shown among kids of an orphanage. To this, my cousin said "Yahan se Taare Zameen Par start hoti hai".

We both had similar views about the movie but this is what just two people think. We could overhear people at the end of the show - "Awesome!!!"

I lost, lost and lost and then I won

Just before writing this, I was cursing my stars for not sticking with me in my last few days. And suddenly I realized that these days couldn't have been better. I lost and lost and lost. But today when everything is over, I have realized that I didn't loose anything in any of my losses except for a sprained lower neck and a little piled-up work at office. But these are nothing in front of the relief and satisfaction that I am experiencing right now. I had tasted defeat in 4 consecutive competitions but more importantly, I have learned to face defeat.

It started with the poster making competition. The outcome of our efforts was decent but when compared to the winning entry, our work looked mediocre.

Next was volley-ball. We had a good team (do not count me as I was a filler) and with a little practice, we could have given competition to the better teams. But, as obvious, we didn't do any practice. Some good players didn't turn out and we had more fillers. And eventually, we lost both our prelim games; convincingly.

Then came badminton; the game which I have played countable number of times. I participated in the doubles event and it was just for fun so it's not a surprise that my partner was less mature than me in this game. I played 2-3 times before the game and the game was playable. The result of the match was 15-0 against us. We were completely thrashed by our opponents. Although, they two are among the best players of that court and we among the worst, still the sound of that ZERO in the final score made me really feel defeated.

This defeat brought back the memories of the earlier losses and it didn't feel good.
But I had one more card in my pack; my joker - the pool competition. This game I play good enough. And with that confidence, I thought that barring one or two, I would easily cruise to the top. Please note that these statements are made according to the people whom I normally play with. Today was my first game and also the last of the tournament. My opponent was probably a PM with whom I had never played with. He was good and better than me today. But with my normal form, I would have easily defeated him. It had to happen and it happened. I lost in a very close match due to mistakes I could have avoided. Anyway, it was a defeat again and in my own arena.

The time would have been 7:50 PM and I started writing this blog at around 10:50. These 3 hours in between were pretty hard to pass but now I am a relieved person.

She is one of those habits of mine

I have been trying hard to know her
And harder to understand
She is one of those mathematics puzzle
Unsolved, with a million dollar reward

One instant she seems to be around
And invisible the other
She is one of those fire-flies
Playing hide-n-seek, and I always loose

She made me feel happy sometimes
And neglected me most of the times
She is one of those loved-by-all person
Will love me back, but just for a while

She likes few things about me
And hates everything other than that
She is one of those critics of mine
Praises once, writes-me-off a hundred times.

She does everything I have said
And may be, does much more than that
But she is one of those habits of mine
Can quit one day, to start again the next.