Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

A Lage raho Munnabhai review, Munnabhai style

http://full2faltu.wordpress.com/2006/09/10/lage-raho-munnabhai-2006-bole…

A Spanish girl goes to an Indian Film festival in Madrid and is amazed to meet Aamir Khan at the last day of the festival.

Read the full account here.

http://full2faltu.wordpress.com/2006/06/14/imagine-india-the-final-day-a…

Phir Hera Pheri review here

http://full2faltu.wordpress.com/2006/06/13/phir-hera-pheri-2006-a-failed…

As I grew up, I managed to move beyond Parle-G and Krackjack. In addition to these, there were the biscuits my mother made. She would prepare the flour and then shape them like cookies and bake them in a bakery nearby. She stopped when she thought it was too much of work. In 1992 during the riots, the bakery was burned down. Most of the bakeries in Mumbai are owned by Muslims. These are old fashion bakeries which have a fire burning below and big metal pans where the bread and biscuits are kept. I guess nowadays there are electric bakeries. If you walk through older Mumbai like Agripada and Byculla, you will still find these bakeries.

If you travel from Borivali, a Mumbai Suburb where I live toward Churchgate, the heart of the city, you will pass Vile Parle, another suburb. If you travel early in the morning then what you smell is the flavor of Parle-G biscuits. Parle-G biscuits have always been my favorite biscuits since many years. You just have to have a steaming cup of tea in your hand and smell the biscuits. It’s like eating the biscuits there.

My Father used to run a grocery store. We still have the grocery store but after my dad passed away, nobody runs it. The good thing about having a grocery store of your own is having a lot of everything. We use to have eggs, biscuits, flour, potatoes and everything that the store would sell. We use to get the big aluminum boxes of Parle-G biscuits. Nowadays they come in cartons. Sometimes when I sat in the store, I would feast on the biscuits and sweets and the most I would like were the biscuits. There were the Parle-G glucose biscuits, Britannia Marie and the cream biscuits.

I told Pranav that we will explore the forest the very next morning. As I did not know what time we would be leaving, I decide to set the alarm to 5:45 AM. Sheru was confused at the new place of sleep. We arranged a nice bed for him but he just wouldn’t sleep. So I had to keep our bedroom door open so he could see me continuously. Pranav and I talked a little and I was telling him stories about Mumbai and riots. I never realized when I slept when I woke up listening to Pranav’s shout in the night. Just a bad dream. I got up at 5:30 AM without the alarm.

It all started with Vi’s Story idea. She wrote a small piece and asked everyone to complete the story. But I could not give the short story the next chapter. I prefer movies to serials. I had to complete it. As I post this, Vi is out with her third part. So, there are chances of a different story version coming from the same story idea. As for now, this is my version……

In between building no: 22, 23 25, 27 and 26 is our colony, is a small ground. Its like a small patch of land in the concrete jungle of Mumbai. Although our building had names and registered societies, there were known by their numbers.

One day the municipality decided to build a 2 feet wall around the small ground of ours and the ‘Katta’ was born. Katta (pronounced as Kat as in cut and ta so its cutta) in Marathi is a small wall, a kind of boundary but in Marathi slang it means a place to sit and waste away time. I don’t know the situation now, but Katta is hated by most parents especially by parents with young boys in the family. My parents would also hate the katta. My mom still does.

Gone were the ages when a mobile or a cell as we call it was just a portable communication device. Wow! That was a very good opening sentence. But come to think of it, the mobile phones now a day double up as Voice recorder, camera, MP3 Players and even a tablet PC. Many of my colleagues have mobiles having a wide variety of features.

I got my first mobile after coming to Amsterdam. In India, I never needed a mobile or lets say I avoided having one. So, here many of my colleagues would be looking for new offers on the latest model. Last year I had a colleague who was kind of Mr. Know-it-all in our project last year, a perfect Pain in the Ass (PitA). The kind of Me-Me creature whom I love to hate. He always had a opinion about everything and more often it would not be favorable to the other person.