Movie Review : My Name is Khan

My Rating : **

Directed by Karan Johar

Produced by Hiroo Yash Johar, Gauri Khan

Written by 
Story and Screenplay: Shibani Bathija

Dialogues:  Shibani Bathija,Niranjan Iyengar

Starring  : Shahrukh Khan, Kajol

Music by : Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy

Cinematography : Ravi K. Chandran

Editing by : Deepa Bhatia
Distributed by : Fox Searchlight Pictures
Release date(s) :  12 February 2010 (global)[1]
Running time : 161 minutes [1]


Well watched My Name is Khan finally. Out of curiosity, I thought what it was that stirred so much interest and publicity to have such a ruckus.. Much Ado about nothing I would say.  But well lets admit, it generate the initial interest to go and watch the movie.. like it or not.

A few minutes into the movie and you cannot help up bring up comparison of great movies likeForrest Gump and then bits of Rain Man and then more of Forrest Gump and then so many more ofAdam.

Trust Karan Johar to make a Kichdi of all of it and make a movie.. I mean I was laughing to myself.. and thinking, how easy it is to sometimes sell stuff…. but being inspired is fine as long as the inspiration gives of originality and not scene to scene takes from other movies.

As a whole, the movie had its moments and I am going to elaborate what touched me. But it could have been weaved better. Shahrukh Khan as an actor was trying to add texture to his characted and he succeeded to a certain extent but well only to a certain extent. Cannot blame him if Karan Johar had a certain bit on his mind and the film will shape as per the director’s ideas right.

What I liked in the movie.

Shahrukh’s interaction with Kajol. That was the best part.  The young Shahrukh also did touch my emotional sliders..

I think I also liked his interaction with the kid. It was quite touching. Some moments were painful but that was well played and it did reach me. But thats it.

I loved the music.

I appreciate SRK trying something new.. but work on the story first next time.. it would go a long way..

What spoiled the movie for me :

I did not get the hurricane in Wilhelmina and then the hero walking all over US being intact and clean shaven.

Did not get how a hurricane in Wilhelmina could show striped mattresses which you can get in the local shops. I have not seen them mattresses in the US.. hahahaha !! It was too silly and it took me off the moment.. LOL..

Anyway, all that was unecessary.

The whole political hullabaloo was not well stitched. It was kind of fragmented.. Did not enjoy it

Walking is fine but where was he walking to and from.. show a map or something.. suddenly you say I am here and I am going there.. I mean .. it did not work for me..probably because I was comparing… it just shows that he is walking and he is clean and well I have to assume that Shahrukh cannot grow a beard and do without make up even under trying circumstances.The only time when he was unclean was when he was repairing the car and that too the grease looked wiped on..:)

As a whole, there were many disjointed.. ends which kind of did not do the magic for me..

I would say, you will like it if you have not see any of the movies that it was inspired from. And if you did, please forget it and do not compare scenes and movies..

So well, that’s that.. I think we do have brains to do some original movies with some messages for us .. Aamir is doing it.. why cant others..:)

But then thats ME..

You go and watch it and you might enjoy it thoroughly.


Ad Rant :

The Nirma Ad is something which is getting to me.. the women swishing the sarees, the girl dancing, all looked nice… but giving a lesson to the dirt puddle.. Downright silly.. GAHHHHHHHHH

Where has all the creativity gone ?

Cannot stop laughing at this.. blublublublublub.. I feel like doing the same.. hahahaha !!!

Its just too much..

Noted while surfing on a lazy Sat eve :

Disgusted at NDTV Imagine’s Rahul Dulhaniya Lejayenge.. Reality show.. Now, I understand we need to give everybody a chance but come on.. I also could blink for a second if the show was interesting.. I mean take a guy who is an addict and a womaniser… and wife beater according to the very same media who is now proclaiming his swayamvar… and then adding scripts for him.. where he finds out the secrets that the gals have hidden in their past boyfriend and goes to question her on TV if she had a physical relationship and well makes sure that her “lie” is found in front of the cameras…


Are there people still interested in not so known faces with an almost criminal fighting it out.. over who was and is sleeping with whom… Arghhh !!

( anyway… now I stop)

And I could not stop smiling at the new ad of LEMON mobile.. come on !! Didnt you get a better name.. !! The ad looks like a drunk has done it. the mobile flies from the engines of an aeroplane and into the hands of the guy.. What is the concept ?? Pray tell me.. Arghhhh !!!

Ads are the bits in my mind.. these days..

Sometimes one wonders where one gets these ideas.. It looks so stupid..

But its interesting how silliness can be quite a catch phrase.. as its interspersed with humor.. LOL like the video I uploaded.

Anyway, hope you had a good weekend.. have a great week..

Today morning, was reminiscing on how my world that I was born in and grew up to expect has changed for however good or bad.

Lakua, my ancestral hometown, is a small village which contained our ancestral home. It was a ritual or a done thing to visit this place annually, typically during our winter vacations. Shillong had long winter vacations and my folks would take me to Lakua,

Lush green paddy fields, bright orange sky due to ONGC operations happening night and day and the soil yielding oil, the smell of sweet humid air, and little hut like shops, one shop in particular where I would go and sit and get some candies to eat just because he knew my family.

I was the only girl child then and in the line of more than 5 boys.. So I could very well do as I wished.. Not to far off though. There was always someone who would be keeping an eye on me wandering off around the property.

Mornings, I would go to the nearby “Pukhuri” or the pond and watch the fish flit around hither thither. It was fascinating. Though the whole house was “pucca” built but the kitchen like any traditional one would be made of mud and thatched roof. In my head that was one of the most interesting places where all the daughter in laws including my mom would be busy doing something or the other.

I remember my granny would cook for herself and her food would be the tastiest.

I would find my corner in the warm clean mud floor and make my space and it was never cold. It was as if the earth would hug my body and keep me warm.

The house was big and at that time, TV was not yet upon us.

I would skip along the different rooms of the house, sleep a little, play a little and dream a lot..

We would be having our breakfast of milk from our cows and home grown rice items.. And filled to the brim, I would skip around.. The portico was long and airy and it had some antique bits along with my late grandpa’s painting. I would spook a little when there was no one and I would like to build my own dream castles.. Walking and sitting and humming a soft tune to myself… after a while I did feel comfortable about the painting.. It seemed to protect me.. So well, off I would go via the portico door to the yard which would be full of beetlenut trees. I would just love to wander.. Around.. Listening to the silence, then filled with joy at the singing of a bird… it was my fantasy world.. My very own space..

I would skip to and fro and then go to the back yard which had rows and rows of vegetables. Nearby was the Assamese version of the barn. Inside the barn I would chase the chickens.. And then smile to myself.

I came to know a tall dark lady ” Sobi” who would be in charge of our animals and our garden. She seemed scary to me and did not speak our language but she was ageless and timeless, it seemed. She was mystical to me and I would love to go and speak to her and run behind her asking her questions which she would patiently answer. Of course, it was all about the animals and their babies..

She would bring the cows and the buffalos home. She would gather the milk and the eggs the chicken laid and she would also sit by the corner at the end of the day and chew on some wholesome tobacco and I have this memory of her standing at the big gate and looking far away.. As if in a different world. She did not have any family and she just stayed with us.

Sometimes, it would be a warm wintry sunny day when Grandma would want to make “Gamusa”, the traditional handcloth/towel that Assamese people use. I remember her walking round and round the implanted bamboo sticks and weave this cloth.. It fascinated me.

We had the loom too but then I guess I was too young to appreciate that.

It would be a grand day to celebrate days important to us with group gathering at our temple where the villagers would gather to sing the praise of the lord with synchronized clapping and cymbal beating. It put me in a kind of trance. We did not worship the idol on my Father’s side so it was all very different from my Mom’s side who were pure idol worshippers. I would try to sing along with them and clap my hands with them, and without realizing be in a trance along with the group..

Festivals at home would be fun with family rushing around. Many people coming in and out, specials being made. A little me would did not have enough time to stop and wonder. I was too busy flitting from one activity to the other.

There would be an all night kirtan/bhajan “naam” singing with the singers actually dancing with their dhols..

No one would fall asleep and it would last the whole night to the early morning.. Singing songs in the name of the divine, dancing to the name of the divine and then eating… in the name of divine..

Rice would be roasted in bamboo hollows and jaggery and home made butter and curd would be distributed. We would also have meat specials later on.

I would go with my friends to visit different houses.. And all would be extremely hospitable. They would call from afar and invite me home to treat me with their homemade goodies and ask me questions which I would generally answer with a shy smile, looking at my friend to help me out. She was my confidante and my kaleidoscopic looking glass to the village. She would take me skipping with her across fields.. And show me around.. Take me to her small hut and give me savories… and laugh with me and my accent. I generally loved being with her since she seemed to know so much and more so because she was patient with me.

She would show me tamarind trees where ghosts lived. Tell me stories.. About it and a haunted house would make us shiver.. As we walked by.. She would make it real with “real” stories.. I loved it..

She would teach me how to grind rice with our traditional “dheki” and how to scale the “koi” fish with ash. Sometime, I would have leeches stuck to my hand while sorting greens from our backyard to which I would scream and she would laugh and quickly get salt and have the leeches drop from my hand..

Oh joy !! The very memory lightens the mood and transports me to a joyous euphoria… !!

It was always a special time for many years.. And I was loath to go back to Shillong where all things “modern” awaited..

FAST FORWARD to present!!!

We stopped visiting Lakua sometime after my Grandma became sick and everyone shifted to the town house in Sibsagar. Slowly, as the family shifted base, it was as if the life was sucked out of that place. It grew old and shabby in days.. It seemed…

I got busy with my studies and the life started deteriorating back there. Many people died being a part or a victim of the outlawed group.

It was as if a shadow of death and dissent dawned upon this one beautiful place and made it sucked all the juice of life and living literally.

My dear friend is a mother of 3, still has that house but is abused by her husband.. and still living.. she has grown old by many years it seems and the child is lost..

People still live there, farming still happens there but the feeling of being one with the earth is missing.

Money has corrupted many a mind… outlaw activities for the sake of misleading goals corrupted many a house and took away many a professions.. And well it is like just another place..

Last I visited our family home.. It was rented, to some stranger, it was cemented all over.. Made into a modern living quarters, The pond was full of scum and well it was very empty of life..

I understand that we all have to move forward in life.. But have we thought of what we leave behind, our legacy, our very roots that we come from.. ?

Sometimes, I wonder, is it worth all this to leave behind the very connection with nature and earth who so lovingly sustained us and allowed us to grow in it without wasting any part of it.

Sometimes, its nice to be in that ” Once upon a time ” where needs were few, joys were many and life was long !!

Nostalgic :  Today back home, everyone would be celebrating Bihu. Wish I was with them. Its been years but times like this is when I wish, I wish I wish.. for that warm laughter, exchanging greetings face to face with loved ones, having a feast with the family, generally having that happy undertone of being together.Happy Bihu to all !!!

Excited : to be in this moment. Travel is happening on and off so am excited about that. Not to far away places but lets call it quality travel.. meeting friends and family..

Overjoyed : over a new recipe which I tried. Its very simple and traditional but since I am not an expert at traditional, I was feeling pretty high on getting this done.. More of this on my food blog..

Exasperated : at meaningless text messages or text marketing that I seem to be flooded with for no reason at all. Its like the system has conspired against me to have my cell bombarded for nuts.. I cannot hate it.. since its a part of technology and evolution but heck I do not have to like it either.. Sigh..

Tired : of paying and paying and paying … I am imagining myself to be loan free soon and the very thought perks me up..

Looking forward : To the new house. My mezzanine level got done and it looks good ( at least to me)  Now for the kitchen and then my home office aka misc room and then bathrooms… and well then the whole apartment which I have been looking forward to for so many years.. yes it will happen.. exactly the way I imagined it.. and I look forward to it. Time in this case does not get measured.. it seems to be working on its own version of time.. but heck so be it.. !!

Thankful : for all the good people around me online and offline.. I know I do not meet you often.. but know it that  you are all in my prayers.. and in my thoughts.. I do appreciate your presence in whatever way possible in my life.. all of you inspire me. !!

Thinking : Its time !!!

Praying : for all the souls who have fallen prey to unfortunate incidents natural and unnatural.. Haiti, etc

Glad : that mercury retrograde period  is finally over..  onto some new ventures.. We do have an eclipse which does say that its time to shed the old and bring in the new.. so I am anticipating all new things..

Dreaming : my way into reality…

Missing : Rider Mania  this year but well, I have to choose my misses.. No regrets though !!

Asking :  what next ???

Starting the first day of work today, I am filled with great hopes and aspirations.. inside me.

It was a good break and after a while I have started looking forward to the vacation time that we get at the end of the year as shutdown. In the beginning it was not accepted but now it seems its great way of planning some time off.

This time I spent it with family and with myself. It was a fresh change from traveling and being out and on the road, seeing new places and exploring new stuff. Well thats in our blood it seems and we are always ready.

For a change, we planned to be with ourselves and well though it was quiet, it did seem that the time flew by with the blink of an eye.

I caught up with some of my passions, reading books, cooking up stuff and yes learning some new things in the kitchen with my Mother in law.

She was all charged up with rebuilding the ideas with which she used to make her home. The death of my father-in-law had actually left her without the desire to do anything extra or creative and understandably so. But I am glad that she has got the windows of her passion for some of the things which brought her joy and it was just with lot of content and peace that I watched her busy herself with proportions and the steps to create something delicious and it was well appreciated. I do hope that she will teach me more of her skills.

I might just write a book if I get enough material.. on stuff that women simply used to do and yet it would be so tasty.

This enforced the point when I watched Nigella’s show on Legacy where she makes the stuff which her grandmother used to make.

Well its yet another idea which is brewing, besides opening a cafe.. he he !!

Well, we watched some movies.. yes we did..along with taking long naps in the afternoon with the birds… Oh how I loved being lazy.. sometimes..

Avatar was awesome and I did both the 3D and the 2D. It was good both the times. I think its going to be one of those flicks which you can always watch no matter how many times you have watched it.

3 Idiots took the cake. They have left me feeling with good. A good movie.

Mystic River ( on TV) gripped me. I loved watching the story unfold. And how the characters played with the script. It was on my mind for a while. Caught it by fluke. Liked it.

I hope all of you brought in the new year with loads of promises and hopes.

As I sign off for today, this little bit in my mail made me pause.

The start of a new year is a great time to take stock of your life.  Here are some questions that will show you what made you grow in the last year:

1. What made you happy?
2. What energized you?
3. What barrier did you overcome?
4. What changed you?
5. What triggered your creativity?
6. What deepened your spirituality?
7. What kindness did you experience?
8. What did others do for you?
9. What inspired you?
10. What made you feel good?
11. What difficulty taught you an important lesson?

Maybe there were also some dark patches you had to go through. Let the past go: the year is beginning afresh and you can change your life, once you know what you want, and how to affect change. Read on to find a simple way of changing the rest of your life from today!

It’s easy to lose one’s way in life and forget what really counts. That’s why it’s important to remind ourselves of our aspirations as one year segues into the next. Aspirations are the answer to the question: “What do I want to give the world?”, as opposed to personal goals which are the answer to the question, “What do I want the world to give me?”

So, what are your aspirations?

Aspirations and spirituality are closely connected. Because aspirations look beyond the wants and need of the small self, and focus on what each of us can offer the world at large.

If you feel that you have lost touch with your lofty aspirations, and that your life has somehow gone off track, there is a simple way to bring back contentment, joy, and spiritual depths back into your life: try gratitude practice.

We each receive many blessings in life, but sometimes we are blind to the treasures we have. Gratitude makes you feel happier and more connected to yourself and the world. Here are three simple ways to practice gratitude.

Gratitude practice

*  Start a gratitude journal, and write down 3 things that you are grateful for at the end of each day.
* Whenever you have resentful or angry thoughts about a person, think of one thing that you can be grateful for.
* Whenever you feel lonely or unhappy, remember one thing that you can be grateful for.
* Make a habit of telling others why you are grateful to them.
* Be grateful to yourself for your effort and struggles.

You will find that gratitude practice is a wonderful way to revive and deepen your spirituality