#fail ho gaya

[zibah-ho]

Work was fucking shit today and I am unfortunately out of booze but I have got a fuckload of kheer time to cope south Asian style

[phepde-xrayed]

Intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar intezaar

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

i helped my little cousin sister solve so many sums hello i love being an elder sister for once

[felinecryptid]

A Local Delicacy

or the fic where hobie stares at pav and misses all the vital information

(please pay attention to the tags ✨✨ no cw's for this one)

"Wha's this thing called again?" Hobie frowned at the small, inflated crisp looking thing.

'It's called a Pani Puri, stop being so difficult," Pav reached up to hit him on the head, failing not so miserably. Hobie wanted to laugh at his disgruntled face. It had been a hot minute since they had hung out. Plus, Miles could probably use a break after the entire 'destabilising the multiverse' debacle. Pav had immediately dragged them to a nearby stall stacked to the top of the colourful umbrella with these Pani Puris, while blabbering non stop about foot traffic.

Hobie supposed some things transcend universes. Like crowds. Stray animals in narrow alleyways. Rude people. Rude cops. His crush on Pav. Capitalism. You get it. Hobie was broken out of his thoughts by the stall keeper handing him a tiny leaf cup. It was 5 centimetres at most.

"What are these for?" Gwen asked.

Pav smiled. Hobie's heart skipped a beat. "For eating. You'll see." He answered cryptically.

"Thoda time lagega beta, abhi kate pyaaz khatam hogaye," The stall keeper started chopping onions at the speed of light, his knife clacking against the ratty wooden board.

"Koi nahi kaka, aap aaram se karo," Pav bounced on the balls of his feet, replying to whatever the stall keeper said, in his sweet voice. Hobie loved when Pav spoke Hindi, there was something so flowy about it.

"What did he say?" Miles asked. Hobie was curious too. He only caught the heavily accented 'time'.

"He said it's gonna take a few mins, he just ran out of onions."

"That cutting board does not look hygienic," Gwen said, as Pav manoeuvered everyone to stand in a loose circle around the vendor.

"Arey bahut saaf hai beta! Very hygienic!" The stall keeper nodded at her, now chopping coriander. Gwen went red. Miles burst out laughing.

Pav looked embarrassed as well, and Hobie wanted to just. Hold him. He'd settle for standing close to him as he tried to sputter out something.

"Bura mat manna kaka, aapko pata hai yeh videshi log kaise hote hain." Pav scratched his neck, flashing a winning smile at the vendor and Hobie felt something stab in his heart.

"Chalega chalega, badi hi gori dikh rahi hai, pata chal gaya yahan se nahi hai." The stall keeper said while arranging the dishes around. "Uske liye kam tikha dun?"

"Gwen, do you like spicy food? Miles?" Pav asked.

"Nope." said Gwen as Miles nodded.

"What about you, Hobie?" Pav turned to him, his deep brown eyes glinting something pretty in the late afternoon light.

"Sure, why no'." Hobie shrugged, a grin inexplicably tugging at his lips. Pav turned back to the man, saying stuff in lilting tones Hobie didn't understand.

The stall keeper nodded, and cracked open one of the crisps, scooping peas and potatoes inside it and adding the green liquid and onions inside it. He swiftly placed it in Hobie's cup.

"Tha's it?" Hobie was unimpressed. This little thing?

"No, bro, you gotta eat it to get more. Put it in your mouth all at once. Don't nibble at it, or it'll get soggy and get all over your clothes." Pav said, entirely shoving his own Pani Puri into his mouth like a visual example of what to do. Hobie looked at the Pani Puri in his cup for half a second more before deciding to fuck it and copied Pav, mouth closing over the stuffed crisp.

Flavours exploded on his tongue. The sweet tanginess, the crunchy onions and the spicy peas; it was nothing Hobie had expected it to taste like and nothing like anything he had eaten in his life. He chewed, feeling the bits of the crisp puri poking all around his mouth, but that was the experience. It felt otherworldly yet somehow fulfilling. Hobie automatically extended his hand for another one.

Gwen got hers, stuffing it in her mouth, with no small amount of trepidation visible on her face. It was valid, considering she started coughing the moment she chewed it, going 'hoff, hoff, hoff!' which Hobie took to mean 'hot, hot, hot!'.

"Goddamnit Gwen, how are you gonna eat dinner with us?" Miles said easily eating the puri without breaking a sweat, his Puerto Rican taste buds used to the level of spice.

Gwen glared at him, face red and sweat dripping. "Can't you cook unspicy food for me?"

"Mami will never let you in again if you eat like a white person,"

"I am white."

"Yeah, and?"

"Hooo- kaay! Calm down children! Gwen, we can go get a kulfi for you later. Miles, stop antagonising Gwen," Pav made a 'chop' gesture at them, shaking his head frantically.

The vendor had plopped another one in his cup and was holding another one in his hand waiting for them to finish bickering. Hobie ate it, only a few drops of the green liquid spilling on his fingers. And the next one as well. And the next one. This street vendor was so fast, the fuck? With only Pav and him at the stall, because Miles was busy with Gwen, the vendor seemed to make three for each one Hobie ate. Pav didn't look bothered at all, scarfing down every one as it came.

"'oly shit, Pavi, ask 'im to slow down, 'M strugglin' 'ere, mate," Hobie managed to speak in between the positive barrage of puris.

"No way, it's part of the vibe, dude, keep up," Pav was way more graceful, easily talking between the Puris, time seeming to favour him and him only.

"Seriously?" Hobie muttered on the tailend of a particularly large Pani Puri. Pav grinned again, his right canine getting caught on his own lip. Hobie was well aware that he had a staring problem, and if he didn't get himself together, Pav will be too.

"Okay, okay," Sometimes Pav looked at Hobie in a way that had him swearing his feelings were requited, and this was one of those looks that made Hobie wonder how he's still standing up straight and not a puddle on the floor like he felt on the inside. "Kaka, thoda ahistha dena, Hobie bhi yahan naya hai."

"Theek, theek, beta," The vendor laughed. "Apke aashiq ko impress toh karna padega."

Pavi choked on his Pani Puri. Hobie turned to him concerned, as he said something in 3 octaves higher than his normal voice.

"Kaka- aashiq nahi hai woh- hum bas dost hain," Pav said, wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

"Meri beti bhi apne bf ko dost bolti hai. Woh dono bhi ek dusre ko aise hi dekhten hain. Usko lagta hai mujhe nahi pata lekin ham bhi toh aapke umar ke the," The vendor winked, and Hobie was sure this conversation was not about anything he could imagine. Why on earth would this random man be winking at Pav? "Aur hum yeh bajrang dal jaise vishwas nahi rakhte, pyaar toh pyaar hota hai na?"

"Ji kaka." Hobie could see Pav's blush that seemed to radiate because why else Hobie would feel flustered too? "Ahem," Pav looked at his wrist like he was looking at the time, except he did not have a wrist watch on. "Kaka abhi hame jana padega- chemistry coaching hai- kitna hua?"

"Itni jaldi? Theek hai, sukhi puri lelo," He said, handing over two flatter crisps. Without the liquid. Hobie felt it was easier to fit this in his mouth after all the other Pani Puris. "Sath rupay hue,"

"Kya kaka, angrez dekhte bhau badha dete ho? Main akele khata toh chalis ka hota," Pav said, his voice taking a complaining tone and Hobie was surprised to find him even more endearing.

"Beta, jab aap dhanda karoge tab samajh mein ayega, abhi apko coaching nahi jana?"

"Han, kaka, din dahade loot lo," Pav said, and Hobie got a sense of defeat from his slouch, as he forked over what Hobie assumed was the price of the Pani Puris. "Let's go, before uncle embarrasses me in front of someone."

"You paid money to your uncle?" Hobie thought it'd be easier to get around in Earth-50101 as time went on, but here he was, getting more questions and no answers as he hung around.

"He's not actually my uncle, I'm calling him that out of respect. It's a cultural thing, don't worry about it," Pav answered, grabbing Hobie's hand as he wove between the forming crowd. Hobie sighed, letting Pav drag him around, his hand warm in Pav's soft palms.

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i have nothing to say.

translation (not literal translation bc then id have to explain a shit-ton of grammar, slang and indian pop culture to yall):

Thoda time lagega beta, abhi kate pyaaz khatam hogaye - it's gonna take some time, [I] just ran out of the chopped onions

Koi nahi kaka, aap aaram se karo - no problem uncle, take your time

Arey bahut saaf hai beta! - oh its very clean, kid

Bura mat manna kaka, aapko pata hai yeh videshi log kaise hote hain. - please don't be offended uncle, you know how foreigners can be like.

Chalega chalega, badi hi gori dikh rahi hai, pata chal gaya yahan se nahi hai. - It's okay, she looks very light skinned, [I] assumed she wasn't from around here.

Uske liye kam tikha dun? - should [I] make it less spicy for her?

Kaka, thoda ahistha dena, Hobie bhi yahan naya hai. - Uncle, please slow down [the pace], Hobie is new to this too.

Theek, theek, beta - Alright, kid

Apke aashiq ko impress toh karna padega. - [I know] you have to impress your boyfriend.

Kaka- aashiq nahi hai woh- hum bas dost hain, - Uncle- he's not [my] boyfriend- we're just friends,

Meri beti bhi apne bf ko dost bolti hai. Woh dono bhi ek dusre ko aise hi dekhten hain. Usko lagta hai mujhe nahi pata lekin ham bhi toh aapke umar ke the. - My daughter also claims her boyfriend is just a friend. They look at each other the same [way you do]. She thinks I don't know [about them], but we [adults] used to be your age.

Aur hum yeh Bajrang Dal jaise vishwas nahi rakhte, pyaar toh pyaar hota hai na? - I don't believe stuff like Bajrang Dal. Love is love, isn't it?

Ji kaka. - Yes, uncle. (in this case)

Kaka abhi hame jana padega- chemistry coaching hai- kitna hua? - Uncle, we need to go- It's time for my chemistry tutorial classes- how much [were the Pani Puris]?

Itni jaldi? Theek hai, sukhi puri lelo, - So fast? Okay here's your [aftersnack snack (that's that least complicated way to explain what a sukhi puri is)]

Sath rupay hue, - it's 60 rupees.

Kya kaka, angrez dekhte bhau badha dete ho? Main akele khata toh chalis ka hota - C'mon, uncle, y'all see a foreigner and increase the price? If I was here alone, this would have cost 40 rupees.

Beta, jab aap dhanda karoge tab samajh mein ayega, abhi apko coaching nahi jana? - Kid, when you grow up and have a job, you'll understand, now, don't you have classes to attend?

Han, kaka, din dahade loot lo - yeah, okay, why don't you just rob me,

Some context (you dont need to read this)

kulfi is an ice cream equivalent, usually flavoured with almonds, pistachios and saffron

beta literally means 'son' but its used to refer to any kid who's very young relative to the speaker's age; and also for jokes b/w buddies but that's a different thing

kaka literally means 'father's younger brother ie uncle', but can used to referred to any man who isnt related to you and is about the age of the speaker's parents; there are also other terms depending on by who and how you were introduced to the person

Bajrang Dal - an anti-societal group against religious and sexual minorities(as defined in the indian constitution, do not come at me with politics). Famous in pop culture for being vehemently against valentine's days and premarital eye contact (you think im joking)

The Chemistry Coaching thing is a big deal. Kids have great pride about which institute they go to. The institutes teach accelerated courses for specific competitive examinations, usually in an unethical way. It's considered kinda shameful if you don't go to one. (very dystopian, ik)

[coolheadofficial]

Didi ki bachi hai

Bahut Masti karti hai

Par usko 99% marks aaye ❤️

Nursery me

Me toh fail ho gaya tha 😭

[fictional-magic]

do i know you? (pt. 1)

desi!james potter x oc!female!reader

a/n: I'm gonna make an oc with the name "samaira"(sa-maai-ra), she's indian, bengali and a childhood friend of James. she's been his family friend and her parents are friends with his.If anyone wants to use her, please tag me. tw: mentions of abuse (not to fmc), attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst, oc is a muggle (set after they have graduated)

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"don't talk to me."

this. this is the first sentence you say to the guy you've been thinking about for the past 5 years. the one who stopped you from killing yourself, running away and doing things he knew/you should have known you would regret. all his cries were of no use anymore. you needed him to understand you when you were 5, and this perfectly carved cold demeanor of yours could not, under any chances, crumble beneath a boy man who didn't even bother to tell you he's going to, or running off to london. right now, he's chasing you, trying to hold you, and say all the things he was supposed to centuries ago as you angrily storm, and storm isn't even the right word. there isn't a word in the entire oxford dictionary to explain how distraught and broken you feel. you're fuming, raging, burning inside, walking stomping back to your house because you don't want to meet, see, interact, talk, know him ever again. the beautiful, hidden core of yours dies, and rebirths slowly when you turn around to look at the only reason you're physically alive and wholly dead right now.

the person that stands infront of you now is a man. you met a boy, a lively, full of happiness, sunshine in his pockets kind of little guy who you's meet every day in this small garden your mamai and his amma planted pretty tulips in. the boy used to spend his vacations, days, hours with you, up in your room, as you complained about your baba beating up your sweet, plain mother. the boy who used to listen, tell you it's not your fault, that you both could run away together. and that's so not your problem. your problem, dilemma, call it whatever you want, is he grew up into a beautiful man, who you don't know now. and every inch of your body lights up like atrickling flame down your skin when you think of how desperately you want to know everything about him. you feel it in your face, the utter shame of wanting to know someone who never (if he did, he wouldn't do this) cared about you. and still, you look behind. same curly hair. same chocolate, glistening-in-the-sun, kind of eyes. same freckled nose, same brown, shining skin, and the same pink, thin lips that used to laugh at your failed attempt of helpless jokes. but nothing's the same anymore. he's sad, you're mad, and every single little, huge "shikayat" (complaint) crumbles down onto him with your screams and tears and that physically hurt him. "itne jaldi kyun bhul gaya mujhe tu? main tujhe itna bulati gayi, aur tu aise bina bole bhaag gaya. (why did you forget me so quickly? i kept calling out to you, and ran away without telling me like this.)

tut gayi thi main sale. bikhar ke tukde ho gaye the mere. mamai died, asshole! she died! and you didn't even come to her tehrvi, or barsi or anything! you... " (i was broken you fucker. i was shattered ino pieces. mum died, you asshole! and you didn't even come to her thirteenth day{a ritual in india}, or her yearly death anniversary or anything. you...)

you gulp past the huge lump in your throat, and try again as your tears stain your skin. "you cheater! liar! chale jana tha toh kyun mujhe aise sapne dikha raha tha? i hate you! (if you had to leave, why did you show me all these dreams?)

"i hate you james. you made me this way. tujhe jo pasand tha, ab nafrat karne lagi hun us se. ful acche nahi lagte, baarish acchi nahi lagti, apne muh pe sahi se kajal nahi lagta kyunki tu lagata tha aur.. aur"

(i hate you james. you made me this way. i hate whatever you used to like. i don't like flowers anymore, i don't like the rain anymore, i can't put kohl on my eyes because you did it for me, and, and...) the words, the screams, rather die in your throat as he holds onto you, clutches onto the very last ounce of energy you have left in you as you screamed your entire world to him, and keeps whispering this foul, nonsensical word, "sorry myra. i'm so sorry"

[dreamsofnightmares2035]

kapil sharma PS-1 game

(again, not fully fluent in hindi here, but i did my best)

the game doesn't seem to be completely shown in any one video, so i've used two.

this video from [2:24] to [8:11]

[2:24]

kapil: i will start with trisha. trisha, you come first. 

trisha: oh, it's on me, now.

kapil: okay, ready? guys, no cheating…music! 

(first phrase) "public mein thukhega nahin, pushpa jhukhega nahin"

(i'm not exactly sure what 'thukhega' means, but i believe this means something like, 'in public, [he] will not be knocked down; pushpa will not bow down'. pushpa is an allu arjun character who said the iconic line, 'pushpa will not bow down'.)

trisha to sobhita: "public mein thukhega nahin"

sobhita: "baby ko bass pasand hai" (a popular song, means that 'baby likes bass')

trisha: fail! 

sobhita: 'jingad jingad' is happening in these [headphones]; (i assume this just means the song is playing very energetically and loudly that it's distracting her)

trisha: i'll forget! "public"

sobhita: "baby"

trisha: "public ko thukhega nahin"

sobhita: kuch nahi aati? (means 'you don't know anything'?)

[trisha repeats]

sobhita: "public ko tootne ka nahin" (means something like 'there's nothing to break for the public'? it sounds incomplete)

[when sobhita is still confused, trisha repeats, imitates a bike/autorikshaw that makes a tuk-tuk sound]

sobhita: "daudne ka?" (something like 'to run')

trisha: i give up on her!

kapil: whatever you are getting, you please [pass it on].

sobhita: okay, one last time!

[trisha says the line again]

vikram: it's just one line, right?

archana: it's two, it's two.

sobhita: "public ko rukega nahin" (something about 'will not stop the public") 

[something clicks] "jhukhega nahin!"

[makes the iconic 'pushpa' gesture]

but "public ko jhukhega nahin?" (confused, because that's not the pushpa movie line)

[turns to vikram]

trisha: but it's not over!

sobhita to vikram: (i am not even attempting to translate that mess; i think it's clear enough)

kapil: don't know what the line will become going forward!

vikram to karthi: "public ko jhuk"

karthi: "juice" aa?

vikram: "public ko jhuk nahin nahin" (something like 'for public bow no no')

[vikram turns back to sobhita, another mess, vikram is frustrated by now]

[karthi tries to listen when vikram speaks]

vikram: you're not supposed to listen! [repeats the phrase he understood]

karthi: is this hindi? avvalavu thaan? (means 'is that all?' in tamil)

[vikram repeats]

[karthi mouths something to jayam]

jayam: "puppet"?

karthi: not "puppet", da; "public"

jayam: "puppet"

karthi: "ko"

jayam: "no"

karthi: "jhuk"

jayam: "truth"

karthi: "nahin, nahin"

jayam: "nahin, nahin"

[very confused]

jayam: "puppet truth nahin"?

[laughter]

trisha: rubbish! all of you guys spoke rubbish!

vikram and karthi: you spoke correctly?

trisha: yeah, i said the right thing

vikram: say, say, what is it?

[trisha says the line]

sobhita: oh, so i combined them!

[kapil reveals the line]

[they're getting ready to do the next round, trisha and sobhita switch places, then the crew alerts kapil about a battery missing in trisha's headphones; so kapil's like "oh, so that's how you understood the line so quickly! there wasn't a battery in your headphones! i was thinking trisha's ears are so sharp that she could catch the line even over this loud music!"]

ends at [8:11] in this video.

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2. this video (this seems to be a kind of edit video, so please be warned that the volume goes up when someone says something funny. i apologize, i couldn't find a better one anywhere)

kapil: very small line

all: okay!

kapil: okay, ready guys? ready? [to trisha] you're not supposed to look! you have to look straight. 

(second phrase) "bandar ne pehna diaper, baahubali ho gaya hyper"

(this means that "the monkey wore a diaper, baahubali became hyper"; i honestly don't know where he's getting these)

[audience laughs, and the others see the reaction to the line]

karthi: already we are laughing now

vikram: ayyayyo! (means 'oh no!')

[kapil repeats the line]

sobhita to trisha: "bandar ke baraat mein" (means 'in the marriage procession of the monkey')

trisha: what?!

sobhita: "bhaloo aaya hai"? (means 'the bear has come')

trisha: "bandar ke baraat mein bhaloo aaya hai" ('the bear has come to the monkey's wedding procession')

[trisha repeats the line to vikram]

vikram to karthi: "bandar ki balaat mein baaru ki aaya hai" ('balaat' means like 'forcibly', 'baaru' doesn't mean anything as far as i can tell; this essentially makes no sense)

[vikram repeats]

karthi to jayam: "band ki baat mein"? "bandar ki baat mein" (means 'in the matter of the monkey')

jayam: "mandir ki balaat"? ('mandir' means 'temple') one more time, slow, slow

[karthi repeats, what jayam gets is "mandir ke baat mein, ballu aaya hai"]

kapil to sobhita: so what did you say, that the bear will come for the monkey's wedding?

sobhita: was that it?

kapil: no, it wasn't [reveals the original line]

[2:28]

kapil: okay, we'll play one more

(third phrase) "kutta kidhar gaya, find it; yenna rascala, mind it!"

(this means, 'where did the dog go? find it; hey rascal, mind it!" the phrase 'yenna rascala, mind it!' is from the movie 'om shanti om' where shahrukh khan does a parody of a south indian actor)

sobhita: "kutta ki nahin hai wife" (something like 'the dog doesn't have a wife')

[kapil repeats]

sobhita: "kutta ki nahin hai wife, lekin sabse achhe hai salman bhai" (means 'the dog doesn't have a wife, but salman bhai is the best'; which could potentially be read as a little mocking, because salman is famously unmarried)

[kapil repeats again, finally gets her to understand]

[sobhita says the phrase to trisha]

trisha: "kutta kidhar gaya, find it; inka raasta mein mind it" (the first part is correct, the second half means something like 'in their path, mind it')

trisha to vikram: "kutta" ('dog')

[vikram is alarmed]

[explains the first part to him correctly; i know there's a song playing over their voices for this part]

trisha: "in raasta mein gaya" (means '[he] went in this path/road')

vikram to karthi: "kutta kahan gaya? find it; in raasta mein gaya" (which makes sense tbh)

karthi: (in tamil) this is not hindi!

karthi to jayam: "kahan gaya…find it…yeh raja" ('yeh raja' means 'this king')

[says something in tamil i couldn't catch]

jayam, fed up: "kaal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab; pal mein parlay hoyegi, bahuri karega kab?" 

(i love that he said this so much, because i learned this in school and this is the only one i know by heart to this day; so there was a medieval poet called kabir das, and he famously wrote these couplets or 'dohe' that had some type of moral lesson to be learned; this one in particular means 'don't leave any work for tomorrow; do tomorrow's work today, and do today's work now. we don't know if in the next moment the world will end, or if we will die, so when else will we do the things we have to do?)

[kapil reveals the original line; applauds them for playing]

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[backtodecember-taylorsversion]

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Haha thank you Bhaiya! Aajao mai jaha hu, we'll have ice cream and lots of food. I'm so soft, everyone praising me for 83%,this isn't good ik, but itna praise. Bhaiya said he is happy, very happy. Mujhe toh vishwas nahi hua. Mereko toh lag rha tha i'll just fail in maths standard exam. But wooh 65 marks aa gaye, and baaki sab thik thik. Gajab ho gaya. Even my di was happy, but my other really cute and prob my fave sister's result also came out today, science maths, 60% but i know something's kept hidden from me but it's okay. I'm happy to know she passed. I'm embracing her so tight. Woh abhi bahar hai. I went to her house but sje was out at somewhere.

Sorry for this long rant/vent. Just Grateful for my brothers and sisters, my moots, papa, food and water. Andddd physical chemistry badiya lag rahi hai. Would you like to give me some gyaan about something random bio. facts, yk you are an amazing person with a very good voice, maybe you can record it. Jkjk, whenever you free, post something of you singing or talking, you haven't in a long time posted yourself singing.

Take care🧡🌟

[kuhuchan]

Ehehehehe love you 🌹🌹

Mera bhi spam strategy same reason ke wajah se fail ho gaya *sigh* heh I love you too xdd

[playermagic23]

1 Year of Gadar 2 EXCLUSIVE: Anil Sharma claims, "I told Sunny Deol that you deserved to charge Rs. 50 crores each project. This film will help you attain that."; discloses that his next project with Nana Patekar is named Vanwaas: A Journey Of Life.

August 11 marked the one-year anniversary of the all-time hit Gadar 2. On this wonderful occasion, its director, Anil Sharma, spoke exclusively to Bollywood Hungama about the much-loved sequel, his relationship with Sunny Deol, and his upcoming flicks.

Time flies. I can't believe it's been a year since the pandemonium unleashed by Gadar 2. (Laughs) Ji Bilkul. Aisa lag raha hai, bas kal hi ki baat!

How has your life altered after Gadar 2? Is the industry viewing you differently now? Public ki pyaar toh kal bhi tha, aaj hai. However, the perspectives of some people in the industry have undoubtedly shifted, as is unavoidable when one achieves success. Some perspectives shift when you fail. But, personally, I believe that main pehle mast tha and aaj mast hoon. There is no change in my life. The only change since Gadar 2 is that I used to do one film every two to three years. But when Gadar 2 was out, I immediately began production on my next film, which stars Nana Patekar and Utkarsh Sharma. Its shoot is already concluded.

Sunny Deol's life has altered in one year, and people have understood that he is a force to be reckoned with. Do you feel good that you played a part in his comeback? When I told Sunny sir about Gadar 2, I said, "You should do this film." You deserve to charge Rs. 50 crores per project. This film will assist you in achieving that goal.

The film was in such high demand that screenings began at 3:00 a.m. I awoke at 7:30 a.m., and I had no notion. My wife told me about it and showed me videos of the chaos in the cinemas. She had tears in her eyes. Mere aankh mein bhi aansoo gaye. I called Sunny, sir. He was also viewing videos. 'Ho gaya na?' I asked. He responded, 'Haan, ho gaya'! It was an emotional experience for us. Sunny sir deserves it because he's always been a celebrity. But people assess stardom based on box office performance, and I don't blame them.

Except for me, no one in the industry could have predicted Gadar 2 would be such a monumental success. I emailed Zee Studios a week before its release, stating that "Gadar 2 would collect Rs. 500 crores." I told them the same thing when I signed the contract with them. Mujhe bharosa tha iswar pe. Aur ishwar ne baat rakh di. If God wills, man will succeed. And the individual believes he is accountable for it.

According to sources, your next film with Nana Patekar and Utkarsh Sharma is named Journey to Vanwaas. Is this true? The film's title is Vanwaas: A Journey Through Life. The title Vanwaas is fitting for the film. In the Ramayana, the father sends his son to Vanwaa. Nowadays, it works the other way around. Har ghar mein vanwaas ho rahe hai.

 Vanwaas: A Journey of Life is an emotional drama. My previous films include Shradhanjali (1981), Bandhan Kuchchey Dhaagon Ka (1983), and Apne (2007). This film is in that zone. Many people asked me, 'Aap action film kyun nahin kar rahe hai?'. I used to say, 'Main woh film kar raha hoon jo mujhe banani hai'. Vanwaas mein feelings ka gadar hai, and I want to show them to the audience. It's the most relevant story of today, based on what's going on with the elderly in society. It features one of Nana Patekar's best performances. The scenes between Nana and Utkarsh are breathtaking! Duniya dekhegi iss film mein ki performance ka level kya hai.

When is it scheduled to be released? We intend to release it before the end of 2024. We'll set the date in September.

Are there any updates on Gadar 3? Work on Gadar 3 is underway. Jab mere paas emotion ka atom bomb ayega, tab main phodunga!

You mentioned that you had money concerns with Gadar 2. That would not be the case with Gadar 3, right?

Yes, it is within budget! What about apne 2? It is in the pipeline.

What plans do you have for Independence Day? I wish you and all of our readers a wonderful Independence Day. Many revolutions and sacrifices were made in the hope of a brighter future. It's critical that people understand this and love their country. As for my plans, I intend to watch an excellent patriotic film, perhaps one featuring Manoj Kumar.

[getmemymicroscope]

Near the beginning of this movie, there's a scene where one of the characters is humming a song from Judwaa, and another character is discussing an upcoming Bobby Deol film (he had 2 released in 1997 - Gupt and Aur Pyar Ho Gaya); later, there's a scene with call outs to prior Akshay Kumar movies Sabse Bada Khiladi (1995) and Khiladiyon Ka Khiladi (1996). It's just an entertaining bit of filmy play, but also, crazy to think about the movies that came out then. Also, sorta meta in that the song from Judwaa - a movie about two lookalike twins - is introduced in this movie - a movie also featuring two lookalikes.

Of course, there's mention made of them being twins or even related and the story doesn't go that way - it just ends up being a happy (not so happy) coincidence that progresses the 2nd half of the movie, after the first half (guy falls in love with girl, and vice versa, as "comedy" persists around). The second half, as 90s movies tended to do, completely sidelines the actress (Urmila, who isn't completely unbearable here but also has to deal with some really crazy - not in a good way - songs) as we get a complete shift from romantic comedy (though, honestly, most of the comedy is just Akshay singularly beating up the same one friend over and over again - it gets very old very quick) to action and a bit of "who's who?". The use of lookalikes initially plays into things, but at the end, when it could've been most fun, it's sorta just treated as if they're nothing alike. Raja is kidnapped by Rocky and kept drugged up/hidden and is very quickly passed off as Rocky by Rocky (even his friends, his mother, and his girlfriend believe this without a second thought). There's never a minute of trying to confuse us with 'who is who?' or even any movie play with that - it may have been cliché, but if you're going to have a movie with identical folks, why not do it?

Rocky, who throughout the movie is shown as completely heartless (killing everyone, including kids) and anger-prone (he tries to further attack an already dead guy; he breaks glasses and whatnot repeatedly), of course leaves after just shooting Sonia without confirming she's dead, allowing for the climax to be a very easily solved "who's who" moment. No disagreement or anything, she just points - before of course being shot again, this time dead.

Even Rocky's whole 'eye' thing - and I mean, the first couple instances we "see" Rocky are literally just his eye - is initially used by Anupam Kher to realize that maybe Raja is Raja and not Rocky - but it doesn't come into play after that at all. Crazy given how much they focus on showing us the eye.

When Raja shows up pretending to be the teacher, the principal is like "who is in your family" and then questions his response with "I thought you were an orphan" - so then why ask?! What was the point of that? Also, crazy that they had hired this guy based on the CV (I assume), but the CV had no picture attached to it. Even the bit with the magazine in her drawer - clearly a failed attempt at some comedy - just went nowhere. Of course, I guess when you're making a 2.5 hour movie, 'Chekhov's gun' rule really doesn't apply.

All that said - it isn't the worst Akshay Kumar movie (though that isn't saying much, because there are some really bad movies), if you can survive the first half, the songs, and the crazy inconsistencies. He can pull off the double role, especially with the 'crazy guy' act (Sabse Bada Khiladi, Khiladi 420 - though this was a shit movie).

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

dad is like... seems like you don't want to study anymore you seem so disinterested and unserious... ca se mann uth gaya kya...

[harishbilgi-blog]

Pappy pass Ho gaya !

Pappu Pass Go Gaya : My quick take on Vidhu Vinod Chopra’s “12th fail” A Triumph of Resilience and Courage! , In Vidhu Vinod Chopra’s latest masterpiece, ’12th Fail,’ he orchestrates an inspiring journey that resonates deeply with the essence of determination and unwavering focus. Shedding the shadows of past disappointments (Shikara) this film emerges as a shining beacon of triumph, marking a…

[abhijitupasani]

my life's been lately this one dev anand song "main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya" since i am letting life drive me to the destination it wants me to reach or rather just cherish the journey

it's just my best friend, a letterbox on whom i have piled up my tantrums on how i mistakenly thought that love was supposed to be simple, how i regret the days i ignored his calls because i wanted to party in another city, and my other best friends too who stay away and seldom talk

"barbadiyon ka shok manana fizul tha", how i put myself into a pit of self doubt, digging and digging through until i realized i was burying myself and my soul. i am learning to pick myself up celebrating the bruises life is trying to put on me.

"barbadiyon ka jashn manata chala gaya"

since the giant fall, i have been working hard enough, trying to get myself out of that pit, failing but trying again. the dream that i have, the dream that we best friends share, is what we are sacrificing our sleeps, our youth and our comforts for. literally "gum aur khushi mein fark na mehsoos ho jahan, main dil ko uss muqam pe lata chala gaya"

"main zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya"

[prophetofpresenttime]

Jab amitabh fail ho gya toh meine salah di yash chopra se milo aur apne hisab ki khani likhao.. Saath hi usse acting hi karne aur advertisement karne ki salah di... Ussne yeh phone recording suni aur ekdum maan gaya...mohabbte naam ki film ki...Halaki Aaj woh mujhe apna dussman no 1 manta hai...