Akbar is know to be the best Moughal emporer, be it his so called democratic approach or his marriage with Jodha bai, he had all the farmula which can be used in a typical bollywood movie, so Ashutosh Gowarikar is making a movie on him and Jodha… here is a look at how Akbar is seen through the eyes of history
श्रीसंत अच्छे हैं या ख़राब ये इस बात पर निर्भर करता है की आप क्रिकेट को किस लहजे से देखते हैं… आप टेस्ट पसंद करते हैं, वन-डे या ट्वेंटी-२० को… आपको कुरता पायजामा पसंद है या टी-शर्ट पसंद… आप कढ़ी चावल खाते हैं या बर्गर… खैर श्रीसंत सिर्फ़ एक खिलाड़ी नही हैं अब वो एक प्रतिनिधि हैं, वो प्रतिनिधि हैं आज की टीम इंडिया के… आज के उस नौजवान के जो किसी इंडस्ट्री में महारथ हासिल करने में नही बल्कि एक नई इंडस्ट्री बनने में यकीन रखता है… सबको याद है की साऊथ अफ्रीका में आंद्रे नेल की बौल पर छक्का मारने के बाद श्रीसंत ने क्या किया ठा…. लेकिन लोग ये भूल जाते हैं हैं की उस से पहले कितनी ही बार भारतीय खिलाडियों से कैसे पेश आया गया है… श्रीसंत ने तो केवल जवाब दिया ठा… लेकिन ये जवाब देने में भारतीय क्रिकेट को ७५ साल लग गए… क्या एंड्रू सायमंड से बहस आस्ट्रेलियन खिलाड़ियों और शायद भारतीय बोर्ड को अच्छी नही लगी… लेकिन क्या बोर्ड को गिलक्रिस्ट का व्यवहार अच्छा लगा ठा जो उन्होंने हरभजन से किया था… अगर उस पर कोई प्रतिक्रिया नही तो श्रीसंत पर क्यों? इंग्लॅण्ड दौरे पर श्रीसंत के बीमर की चर्चा हुई लेकिन पीटरसन के युवराज को गाली देने की बात मैच के बाद किसी ने नही की… ये दोहरा व्यवहार क्यों? सिर्फ़ इसलिए क्योंकि श्रीसंत बोअर्ड्स की नज़र में अभी स्तर नही हैं… या बोर्ड नही चाहता की उसकी सोने का अंडा देने वाली मुर्गी की उड़ान इतनी ज़्यादा हो जाए को बोर्ड की उसकी ज़रूरत होने लगे… ऐसा नही है कि श्रीसंत सिर्फ़ मीडिया में आने के लिए ऐसा करते हैं बल्कि वो लगातार बल्लेबाज़ को चुनौती देते हैं… वो मैच कस दौरान सहवाग को बे कह चुके हैं कि वीरू के चौके सिर्फ़ घरेलु मैच में क्यों नज़र आते हैं, इंटरनेशनल मैच में क्यों नही… वो सचिन तेंदुलकर को भी खेलते वक्त सिर्फ़ एक बल्लेबाज़ मानते हैं… माना वो अभी काफ़ी जूनियर हैं लेकिन क्या बॉलर सिर्फ़ बल्लेबाज़ के अनुभव को अपनी बौल की कसौटी माने? अगर ऐसा है तो दुनिया के किसी बॉलर को सचिन को आउट करने की कोशिश नही करनी चाहिए, ये सवाल तब क्यों नही उठते जब शोएब अख़्तर सचिन को वापस जाने का इशारा करते हैं… और अगर उनके लाइट खेल में जोश लाना ज़रूरी है तो श्रीसंत के लिए क्यों नही… क्यों उसके पर खुलने से पहले ही कतरने की कोशिश की जाती है…
Diary of Joshua
Hi Diary
My dad gave me biggest surprise of my life, My dad was telling me about the story of people who wear uniform and carry gun on the streets, he told me that they were playing hide and seek and were searching for a boy, it was my birthday, so when those dressed people came to my house my dad told me that he’d invited them for a party and party will begin as soon as my mom returns with my grandma. Those people took everyone of us with them and uncle Leo was also with us, my dad told me that it was the surprise, they all were going for a Big game which was planned for my birthday, he was very happy but others were not may be because it was my birthday not theirs. They drove us far and that day I first saw the train, it was so big and many players were inside the train, I thought we wont get the place inside the train but my dad told me that he’d reserved seats for us. we were so happy to go, the train moved but stopped immediately i asked my dad why was it stopped he told me that some more players wanna join in, i was even more excited. when i reached there it was so dirty but my dad told me that if i complain i will lose my points. and day by day i collected more and more points. One night there was little restlessness outside our room, my dad took me and asked me to keep inside a box, to get few more points i stayed there, u knw few dogs also came very close to me but decided not to lose any points so i kept quite, after some points a dressed man went with my dad, then i slept. In the morning eveything was quite, I came out, it seemed the game ended, my dad was not there may be he went to the authorities to get the keys of the REAL TANK. and you know the tank came. I won, I won the game that was the biggest victory of my life, I also met my mom there she was also very happy that I won, but I dont know why my dad didn’t came to meet me after that, may be because I came out on tank without him, maybe he was angry with me, Dad, please come home. I won because you
Your Son
Joshua Guido
“yaad hai, ek din mere meij pe baithe baithe
cigarette ki dibiya par tumne
cchote se ek paudhe ka ek
sketch banaya tha
aakar dekho, us par phool aaya hai.”
Gulzar
Chappell takes on Tendulkar- and loses
Departing Indian Cricket Coach Greg Chappell has been holed up in Mumbai’s Taj Mahal hotel, a sanctuary with a long pool hidden in the gardens and the pictures of famous visitors lining its walls.
Chappell is seeing out his last days in India by travelling from his room to crisis meetings at nearby Wankhede Stadium, where he will present a report on the team’s World Cup.Indian cricket was always going to destroy Chappell. He is reported to have said he would resign after the World Cup whether he won or lost. He argued that if the latter happened, he would be forced out. If India won, the job would become unbearable because the senior players’ position would be further strengthened.
Not even the third umpire can establish whether Chappell was pushed or jumped, but the most extraordinary thing was not that he fell victim to the blood-letting, but rather that it was Sachin Tendulkar who delivered the final blow.
The Little Master is reserved and religious, more Mahatma Gandhi than Machiavelli, but when he spoke out against the Australian, the cricket world took notice. It was a sign of just how bad things had become.
Three years ago, Chappell’s predecessor, John Wright, stayed at the Taj as his tenure as India coach came to an end. Over beer at Tendulkar’s nearby bar, the New Zealander regaled a group of journalists with tall tales about his time in the job.
The political intrigues and constant infighting would have broken a lesser man but the former Test player wasn’t bitter or even that frustrated. He loved the country and if he hadn’t been able to oversee the changes needed to drag the team towards the professional and mental standards needed, he’d given it his best shot.
Wright knew there were senior players in the side who would never bend. Their seniority, talent and political connections set them apart from criticism or pressure.
In his book Indian Summers, he wrote about a conversation with one player after the team had surrendered to the West Indies. The cricketer told his coach there were players in the team who lacked the will to fight.
“He named names: they were exactly the same names as I had on my list,” Wright said.
The coach didn’t name anybody in the book, but at Tendulkar’s bar he was insistent on one thing: Rahul Dravid was your man. Your future captain. The one bloke independent of the politics and bastardry.
In 2004 Wright had turned to Dravid to captain the side when the manipulative Sourav Ganguly had developed a last-minute groin strain during a very Indian cricket-politics dispute over the Nagpur pitch.
Chappell apparently had a list of underperformers, too, and also turned to Dravid. Indeed, one of his first and bravest acts as coach was to send Ganguly packing and appoint the champion batsman as his successor. The political fallout was extraordinary, but Chappell survived, although not before writing a scathing memo to the board that was leaked.
“I have serious reservations about the attitude of some players and about Sourav and his ability to take this team to a new high. It is time for him to move on and let someone else build their team toward the 2007 World Cup,” he wrote. Chappell said Ganguly played politics with selections and the batting order.
“I am not prepared to sit back and allow this to continue or we will get the same results we have been seeing for some time,” Chappell wrote.
Ironically, Ganguly worked his way back into the World Cup side as experiments with younger players failed, but it wasn’t his re-emergence that ended Chappell’s tenure.
Things had apparently been quite ugly between the coach and players in the Caribbean. Virender Sehwag is even said to have asked for a special coaching session with Chappell at 6.30am and not shown up.
On return to India, two of the players spoke to the Cricinfo website on condition of anonymity.
“Give us anyone but him,” one said. “He has not done any good for this team. He has no respect for the players and looks to blame one of them any time the team loses. A coach is supposed to give the players confidence, not create insecurity.”
Chappell’s battle with Ganguly was brave but if the stories coming from the subcontinent are correct, it was his decision to target Tendulkar that was his ultimate undoing.
Tendulkar is untouchable, in the western sense of the word, but Chappell was having none of that. He questioned the batsman’s fitness and later pushed him down to the middle order. Tendulkar was furious and a protracted argument broke out.
It was with this as the background that the Little Master returned to India and heard that Chappell was about to include his name among the players whose attitude was suspect.
A year ago, selector Yashpal Sharma revealed that Chappell did not trust Ganguly, Sehwag, Zaheer Khan, Harbhajan Singh and a fifth player. This week Sharma claimed the fifth player was Tendulkar.
“The truth has come out, but it’s too late, and come in a rather humiliating manner,” Sharma said.
In the end, the whispering was too much for Tendulkar and he launched a scathing attack in the press.
“Things have gone a bit too far to keep quiet,” he said. “I’ve given my heart and my soul for 17 years. Cricket has been my life for all these years and will always be.
“The World Cup was our passion, our collective goal, our dream and that has been shattered. We all are terribly disappointed.
“We played badly and, as a team, we take full responsibility for that. But what hurt us most is if the coach has questioned our attitude.”
Chappell resigned within hours of the outburst, no doubt aware that he had picked the wrong fight.
Nishabd is exectly like this, a movie but not like movies, Lolita but not like Lolita, American Beauty, but not like American Beauty. The story started and ended there only, it didn’t move even a milimeter, Jia comes to Amitabh’s house, they somehow (I could not make out how) come close, they dont do anything but they were bad. RGV has shot this movie beautifully, including Jiah Khan’s legs, there more shots of her thighs than her face! before going to the theatre i knew lil abt the story, and there was only that in the story, Munnar is beautiful and its away from Mumbai, I believe Ramu lost his screenplay in Mumbai only so instead of bringing it back from Mumbai he decided to go without it, and Ramu, u did it!!! there were few characters in the move, (and i guess few people in creative department too, he saved money on story, script, and dialogue department), the camera work was nice (and very zig-zag), I wont talk about background score, because it really was amazing…(ya I am not joking this time), The movie was very obivious and had nothing exciting, sometimes RGV didn’t even used his common sense, Big B was big but not bigger than the movie, he seems be to in good form like Robin Utthappa of team India who is hitting balls at his will, Jiah Khan was like Antara Mali in the movie (more for flesh than for acting) Revathi was graceful (I dont knw why Amitabh had supposed or imgined problems with her because not even in a single frame she made the family uncomfortable), role of her brother was not well thought (at least not well written) and wat else? I like three things in the movie, Munnar, Background Score and Amibath Bachchan’s Gypsy (I really loved the no-door gypsy) and about movie well, I am Nishabd.
an interesting review of the movie eklavya copied from Passion For Cinema
Here is the review!!!
10,000 years ago, Mankind is learning the art of procreation. Action, Erection, Shoot & Lumpination. Alas the duffer, that man is, he hasn’t learnt to shoot his love at the right spot. That secret, is held by a select few, who learn the art of shooting at the right spot for procreation by the reverend Groanacharya.
And then there is ozLuvya. His application for learning the hidden art has been rejected by the Erection for Procreation High School run by Groanacharya. But ozLuvya isn’t deterred.
Respectfully, he goes deep into the jungle on a Mangal (Hinglish: Tuesday) for a jungle mein mangal (Hinglish: chitti chitti bang bang in the jungle) and creates something, that laid the foundation of present day Porn Industry. ozLuvya created a naked woman from clay. Which is those ages was enough for a man to get a… you know what.
And ozLuvya practiced. And practiced. He would stand, start, shag, shoot… learning by himself. Following his inner voice to learn the true art.
And at times when “it” refused to get up due to “over exertion”, ozLuvya would travel to the town of herbs, via Agra. The town of herbs would sell herbs that would hammer down “its” refusal to “get up” and would force “it” to stand up to full attention.
The target practice got better and better.
One day Groanacharya was roaming far away in the jungle, because there was no roaming facility available in and around his Erection for Procreation High School. And he found ozLuvya practicing. Target shooting was perfect. Groanacharya was shocked!
He approached ozLuvya. How did you learn this? Don’t you know this erection target practice is patented by me? Do ya know that? You punk? Now you will pay me for “infringement” right here in this Mid Shitty Day.
ozLuvya agreed. After all it was his Dharma.
O Groanacharya. Ask and it shall be done.
And Groanacharya asked for ozLuvya’s mini-me (Hinglish: mini-me, found only in the males and pre-op transexuals).
Which ozLuvya readily agreed. He cut it off. And offered it to Groanacharya, who was a little apprehensive of receiving ozLuvya’s payment in his hand…
Present day
The present day ozLuvya is quite a lover boy with a specialty. He beds queens and princesses. In this process, a queen is impregnated at the insistence of the Queen’s mother-in-law. You see the mother in law does not have a lot of trust in her son’s, the King’s, mini-me.
King Bald-endra is one stupid son of a bitch. Ooops. That would mean Queen’s ma-in-law is a biaatch…. sorry… she isn’t… not sure… since we haven’t seen her. So let’s suppose the King, Mr. Bald-endra is a son of a bitch, philosophically speaking.
Now our buddy ozLuvya when not doing the chiti-chiti-bang-bang thingy with the queens of India, also has a full time day job. That of a bodyguard to Bald-endra. He’s paid handsomely. Remuneration also includes a kholi (Hinglish: Go to Walmart, steal a shopping cart, jump into it, put a board in front of the cart that reads, “Home Sweet Home”).
Bald-endra then one day realizes his grown up son is not his son… it shatters him… and he kills wife, and calls it a suicide.
But truth can never be hidden for long. It always comes out and the guilty never go scot free. Prime example of this principle can be seen everwhere in the world, right from JFK’s assassination to Laloo Prasad Yadav’s chara ghotala – where it was proved that the stupid cows in Bihar were addicted to the grass in Bihar, just like alcoholics are addicted to whiskey.
But that’s besides the point.
ozLuvya meets his biological son Mr. Confused-endra who secretly has been chiti-chiti-bang-banging the King’s driver’s daughter Ms. “How-to-catch-a-rich-Husband”
More twists in the plot follow with the entry of Muchchad Singh and Jacketwa Singh, who want to kill ozLuvya, change plans decide to kill Confused-endra, change plans – and decide to kill King Bald-endra, change plans and kill themselves.
I tell ya. This is one shitty confused family here.
And let’s assume King Bald-endra gets killed too. May his soul rest in peace.
ozLuvya and Confused-endra get together and spend the rest of their lives chitti-chitti-bang-banging the queens of India and all drivers’ daughters they can lay their hands on.
One big happy family.
Seriously. Is this the kind of amateurish story telling we should expect from Shri Vidhu Vinod Chopra? Is this the guy who gave us Parinda, 17 years ago, and after that suddenly went boing-boing in his head and since then has been telling stories that put even my dog to sleep?
What the hell is wrong here? Suddenly I feel either Parinda was NOT actually a Chopra creation – done by someone else Or the hunger in those times actually drove Chopra to write and direct a Parinda.
What is Chopra’s contribution to Eklavya?
The only factors which may make you sit through the movie are Nutty’s amazing cinematography that makes the movie look like a million bucks and Amitabh Bachchan.
Which brings me to the point – that Chopra too falls prey to Bachchan’s overpowering legend. And instead of fitting a Bachchan in a story, Chopra fits the story into a Bachchan, which many before him have committed a similar sin… and fallen flat on their faces, as Chopra does in this venture.
The world of Chopra is stuck in a time warp. Story telling has moved leaps and bounds far ahead in these 17 years and perhaps Chopra may do a bit good to himself to watch movies like Children of Men and Pan’s Labyrinth to realize what shit he’s throwing at us under the names of Kareeb, Mission Kashmir and now Eklavya.
Bollywood is changing it’s movie making style. Movies used to be 3 hours long. But content was lacking. Not enough meat to stretch a movie to 3 hours.
So now we have 2 hour movies. Eklavya stands even less at 110 minutes. I think Bollywood should move to Phase III, where movies should now be made of 60 minutes duration.
Eklavya has 4 scenes which are of any importance in the story and they could be wrapped up in 15 minutes.
Instead we have to suffer the entire length of close to 2 hours, because Chopra drags and drags and drags and drags till YOU FUCKING WANNA STAND UP AND SLAP EVERY PERSON IN THE THEATER FOR BEING AS FUCKED UP AS YOU ARE – the craziness that made them, like you, to watch Eklavya.
Cinematically speaking, Vidhu Vinod Chopra, as a director is finished. It’s time to scratch his name from our “must watch” list.
D Minus. Take pencil torch along with a book or a Playboy or any goddamn thing that you can read for 110 minutes while the movie plays on the screen.
All over the India the people are crazy about cricket, nothing bad about it but i dont know why cricket feels like a government job for me, especially test cricket five days work, lunch time, tea time, 8 hour job…. all like a job not a sport… I feel Hockey is far more faster and need constant running game, its unexpected, it needs move and it finishes in just 70 minutes… what about skills in both the games? you’ve seen sachin tendulkar’s god like back-foot straight punch down the ground but just see this hockey… isn’t it amazing?
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