Kya love story hain.

My friend decided that all of team must go and watch the movie, 'Kya love story hain'. The reason the wise chap gave was, You have to watch her movie. Who is she?? What is her name??.. let me think, Hmmmm the lady with a constant smile, a pout, a la Sadhna style coiffure, pretty much swollen cheeks and a ludicrous looking anatomy....

My memory fails me once again. I give up. I do not get her name. Now, I am not able to recall her name... and my one wise friend, decides for all of us that, "we must watch her movie". Ok. We all agree. If you think, we had no choice, you are not right. But you are absolutely right, to the core of being awarded the nobel 'judging' prize. (Ahem.. If there is one).

So a troop of beaten technical geeks(not sure if we are one, but it sounds cool), board the metro 54 to reach the almost deserted bijlmer station, walk up the bend to enter the pathe, present our 'unlimited' movie pass to the terribly-bored lady at the counter. I thought her looks said, 'Oh, you guys are back'. You see it was my guilt speaking, as I managed to watch a movie on each day, when the Islamic brethren held their weekly congregational prayer - Jumu'a. I am referring to a Friday.

Popcorn and dubbel friss are a must as a run up to the movie. After some jabbing at the stairs of the well-lit movie theatre, we enter the 'show' room. This heralds the death of sanity and the birth of palpable senselessness, which grows over the next 150 minutes.

The appearance of the name 'Lovely Singh', hits me terrible hard. The movie has been directed by a sardar/ni. I am not sure. As the staleness enfolds on the screen, I see realisations being pushed out from a 9 month old womb. The bearer of the womb feels no pain... I am referring to Lovely singh. I feel tortured at the sight.

The movie is tepid and graceless. The corniest of the lot. As I squirm at my seat, alternating my attention between the huge screen in the movie hall and small dial of the fossil on my wrist.. the unfolding of the crass reminds me of an anaemic model walking down a ramp in spain and collapsing dead.

The movie is string of un-deserved and 'un-worthiness'... Pathe deserves better movies. Tushhar kapoor does not deserve to be in movies. The voluptuous female form is not worth either of the 'tight jawed males'. I deserve better value for my money. And my wise friend deserves to be trashed.