MY NAME IS KHAN-REVIEW

THERAPEUTIC MISADVENTURE

Review By Nara:

Shahrukh khan shines in a dull yet earnest and sincere message movie that tries too hard to be subtle but turns out to be unabashedly emotional at all the wrong moments..

My name is khan is a movie oozing with sincerity and made with a lot of good intention..but good intentions don't always translate into good cinema..

My name is khan, directed by karan johar (known for his larger than life filmmaking k3g and kkhh) is the story of Rizwan Khan an autistic(specifically Aspergers syndrome) who finds it hard to adjust socially..he doesn't like being touched or hugged..he is scared of meeting new people going to crowded places..loud noises and even the colour Yellow..but in no way is he crazy infact he is self confessedly very smart..he is a handy man,salesman and indefatigably chaser after factoids..
The movie begins with the FBI questioning Rizwan at an airport with Rizwan famous replying "My name is khan and i am not a terrorist"..A line is used repeatedly and austistically? with various implications and infact forming the crux of the film..soon Johar shifts to flashback mode and we are taken to riot hit mumbai 1983 where rizwan's mother (played exceptionally by Zarina wahab) explains to khan that the world is filled with just two kinds of ppl good ppl and bad ppl..this forms the simplistic ideology behind Khan's simple thinking..and this constitutes one of the finest moments of the film..we are also introduced to zaqir khan's younger brother who is lucky unlike rizwan because he can express those emotions..Johar is completely at home while dealing with emotions and realtionships..the scene then shifts to San Francisco..where Khan relocates after the death of his mother and this is where the problem with the movie begins..Enter Mandira(kajol in full form) who owns a beauty parlour in downtown sanfrancisco and the romance between Khan and mandira blossoms..it is not the trademark Johar style romance that we have come to associate with Johar .over the years, ala extravagant locales and designer clothes..A lot of it appears forced and fabricated but the leads with their sparkling chemistry more than compensate for it..There are many endearing moments thanks to the inspiring performance by SRK..watch him in the scene where he blushes in response to kajols proposal or the scene where the two decide what they should get down doing post marriage..the duo are in peak form..but they are overshadowed by karan johar's new found love for subtlety..maybe he wants to grow up again(after failing miserably in KANK)..how we wish he could stay with the kuch kuch hota hai kind of candy floss..sometimes some people shldnt grow up..
The tone shifts from romance to drama post 9/11 attacks and their relationship with the rest of the society becomes strained..i mite add also with the rest of the audience..What could have been a subtle change turns into an over the top at your face moment when Khan visits the funeral of his neighbour sporting a taqiya and reciting the verses from the quran..A scene handled more deftly is one where Khan's brother explains to his wife (when she is not allowed to wear the hijaab)that "allah samajh jaayenge yeh log nahi samjenge"..How i wish the film had more of such fine pieces of writing..The scene showing the death of a young boy is also moving but the impact dosen't last..

And by the time we reach the second half the writing goes into irreparable self destruct mode. Following a personal tragedy we have khan traversing the entire distance of the united states to meet the President and to tell him(what else) that name is khan and he is not a terrorist..Khan then shifts into superman-meets forrest gump mode and goes about shouting down fundamentalist leaders handing them over to the fbi..getting arrested by the fbi himself and (gasp hold your breath!)singing We Shall Over Come at a church..the writing is incredibly contrived; and the screenplay writer Shibani Bhatija packs in so much that khans belaboured journey becomes an ordeal particularly for the viewers..the puerility climbs a peak where in the pre-climax scene khan single handedly oversees a rescue operation in a flood.. IF you aren't convinced by now or didn't know it already,the scene shows how the good peaople are really good.

In all this mayhem, shah rukh khan holds his own and turns out an extra-ordinary performance..he is sincere ,earnest and so restrained that you see an all new dimension to india's biggest star that I thought couldn't exist..He has paid great attention to detail transforming himself to Rizwan ,to make the character likeable so musch so you end up rooting for him something you usualyy don't do for SRK's acting...Shahrukh is the best thing about my name is khan..watch him in that scene where he talks about personal loss not getting overtly emotional yet conveying the agony and the pain..But scenes such as these are too few and far between because the makers try so hard to move you that after a point it feels like someone is poking you goading you to get those lacrimal glands loose..Kajol is brilliant in a somewhat limited role..largely because the whole of the second half is about khan..Her portrayal of her character going through the entire spectrum of emotions from being hyper to sensitively portraying a sense of loss to becoming the gently supportive mrs khan..she goes about her work with professional ease and the vibrant energy that we associate with her..A special mention about tanmay chadda who plays the younger khan...Shankar ehsaan loy's score is good with noor-e -khudha standing out.. Ravi.k.chandhran's slick cinematography is something u will take home with you along with S.R.K'S performance ofcourse

The major problem with mnik lies with Johar's handling of the subject..yes it does make a few urgent and relevant points about religious tolerance equality and peace but it goes about doing so in a very simplistic, convenient and loud manner that it makes the whole subject look frivolous..The movie sounds so much like a moral science lesson that the entertainment quotient goes right out of the window..and who says you cant make message films that entertain..ask another star with the same sir name..he'll tell u..Despite the wonderful personal effort by SRK you don't feel Khan's pain along with him because Johar ensures you are not meant to.He has more relevant issues like religious tolerance and world peace that he wants to throw at your face in order to enlighten you..The suffering of rizwan,well that can take a back seat because the film maker wants to show that he has matured and has thought up a process to save the world..Maybe he should just go back to the drawing board and let emotions like pathos,sense of loss and love do the talking,rather than attach them to preachy moral tags and lofty ideologies of communal amity and tolerance.Maybe Karan Johar just KHAN'T


My take on it:

well the review above is apt. The movie is a bold attempt.. The main character being an autist was a masterstroke(well otherwise the movie would have fallen flat). Its a great movie to watch...but then just a one times...it shows those glimpses of brilliance...but also ends up flat at times...a definte theatre one though
my rating :3.5-4/5

p.s.....that rating may look less to some....or high to some...but believe me...srk and kajol's acting alone is enough to justify that

hello ppl!! I feel...26/11 AND EVERYTHING AROUND

With so many things around, it is quite tough to focus or think on what u want to think in the first place. The semesters have been quite a drain till now. and i still have to more exams to go. Just one thing is coming to my mind now.....26/11...its first anniversary is approaching and are we any better off than what we were a year back The day when 10 bastards trained by 80 bastards made 100's orphan and widowed .The so called spirit of mumbaikars is back as an issue now but let me tell even mumbaikars accept that there is no such spirit anymore.Even they are tired of the nonsense they are having face.Just look at our country. We have an idiot has our NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR. The person is who is solely responsible for the destruction of our premier intelligence agency R.A.W. which about 10 years back was at par with the C.I.A(the process of rot was started by the then prime minister I.K.GUJRAL). When one reads the bureaucracy involved in the postings, you just get an anger which might even the water cup nearby. And coming to the police modernization, DOES A anyone know why MR.HEMANT KARKARE die?! It was because of those faulty bullet proof jackets(May his soul r.i.p).Come on guys, the rifles which our police has are nothing compared even to what pakistan has. We are fighting with rifles which belong to the WORLD WAR II era. GOD, the amount of corruption and the red tape involved is seriously rotting our society?! Ours arms deals are nowhere near to getting signed, Ours indigenous arms technology is lagging. Everything takes so much time in this "once upon a great country" called INDIA. Why do i cry or my eyes get moists whenevr an attack takes place. Even know when i think about 26/11 tears drop down my eyes..Does my country deserve this!? And what are our politicians upto!? making money and blaming each other.!? Another BASTARD knows as MADHU KODA swindles around rs5000 crores and when the enforcement directorate wants to interrogate him, he feigns some shit and gets admitted to the APOLLO hospital(now APOLLO guys.. i didnt expect this crap from u). and what is he doing a week later!? Campaigning for the jharkhand assembly elections..When mayawati is busy building statues, the goons in U.P. are having fun.Will this country ever move forward!? And now coming back to 29/11, the INDIAN media proved that it still is ints nascent stage. They are as much to bals as kasab or zakhve. It was thier uninterrupted coverage of the commando action which served as a feed to those bastard handlers in terroristan...oops PAKISTAN. The over zealous media establishment...HANG YOUR HEADS down in shame.the way u asked questions to the realtives of people who were trapped inside?!"how are you feeling" WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! WHAT T HE FUCKING HELL WOULD THEY BE FEELING.. DONT U KNOW..BASRTARDS......YA MEDIA..THAT ONE IS FOR YOU.....even my most favorite news channel NDTV fell down from its pedestal. BTW what tjhe hell was the indian government wqas doing then.BLOODY IDIOTS..couldn u have had a blackout of those channels!?if Pakistan can block geo for a month...all u had to do is block all the 100 odd news channels in india till the operation got over...SHAME ON YOU....WHY THE HELL DO U PPL AWLWAYS SAY THE WORD...NEXT TIME?!



god KEEP INDIA SAFE.....

U REALLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY OR FEEL...

i dont know whether this happens in everybody's life....u have those days...where u just go on contemplating...contemplating about this that....and the suddenly u realize that the whole thing would be perfect if just those conditions we put on ourselves are are removed in the first place....the serenity of live...the calmness....the truthfulness...it just may make u feel out of this world...if we could just stop believing in the non beliefs we have...if we could just say to ourselves...we know what are faults....we know we have to improve upon...all faults are not our vices....but or vices are certainly our faults...but then it would be better if faults and vices are both removed from our life...the minute...the second you realize that...u feel the calmness around...u feel how better the world...your own world would be....people who start hating u may start liking you...u may start liking u in the first place....its just that we dont have the ability or courage in ourselves to accept that we might be wrong...what we are doing is wrong...even to the point that it may be blatant....we just take the easy way out ..."get lost"...but only if we start working towards removing from ourselves the reasons which cause of our problems....life may certainly turn for the good...take my case...i am the laziest being around...a half an hour back i realized that its my laziness and indifferent attitude has turned me to the direction of what many may call self destruction...the paths can always be changed...all you need is the commitment to work away from it....as i said i dont even know why am typing this...that too at 1.10 in the morning...when the world around me is sound asleep....as ppl in c.h.y.k. always say...ur main aim in life is happines...and we can be happy only if we work towards our goal....or as i may say work away from ur faults....u may nl\ot achieve ur goal in the end...but u shall at least be satisfied that u at least tried...if i...i u....if we...could just take a moment of...think abouth the most beautiful thing in the world....for me its the mountains of ladakh...and if thats perfection...what would we need...to achieve that...that beauty...that divinity...why is that not there is us...that calmness...that peace and that solace...is it possible to have...is it possible!!? thi9nk....u may get the snswer...i didnt get the snwer when i tried this...but atleast i felt happy...that i can be THAT ....that which would make a better soul at the end of it all...

OH Chacha Pandit Nehru...(JASWANT SINGH- U WERE PARTLY RIGHT)

Panditji...ye tussi ki kar diye...maare pyaare se desh ki waat laga di...


i always felt he was the wrong guy to lead india especially diring its"TRYST WITH DESTINY"...my research always pointed out to this....ala jaswant singh...

infact i agree with jaswant sigh...if not patel...this pandit was certainly had an important role to play in INDIA 's partition...


Gandhiji....i wish u were god...but u were human too...but u made mistakes...and my god...those mistakes..they seriously cost us a lot(should write a post on that)..


if this doesn make sense to you..

please Read the stuff in tHe following link...


THE BLUNDER OF THE PANDIT

i just wish panditjji had courage in him....nt just the want of power...

My trip to SHREE MITHAI-SHANTI COLONY ANNANAGAR

It was the day of the manchester derby...MANCHESTER 'RULZ' UNITED vs MANCHESTER 'NOT SO BAD' CITY. the first half was boring....and i had this inclination of going out for the whole...there was some work in store for the evening but that never materialized for reasons best known to god...or umesh and subbu( hey guys i had messaged u asking me to tell where i have to go)

it was half time ...the scores level at 1-1...i thought i would go to Amethyst with sarfaraz...but even that didnt materialize...then a sudden thoughtcame to my mind that i had not gonw out wid my family for almost a month now...so i went to mom and said that lets go out...thirty minutes later it was decided that we would be going to the newly opened SHREE MITHAI at shantiu colony...this was a tad different from the spencers branch but similar to the one one at chetpet...in sense it had a fine dine along with the food court...

so once the match ended...(which indeed ended in a glorious style with michael owen scoring the winner for man utd at 90+6 mins...ya 90+6 ...can u believe that!!? so deep into the extra time....) we decided to leave for that place...i was wearing my new man utd jersey which i had got a couple of days back(thanks sis and jeeju) since the evening....i decided to continue wearing that for the dinner..


it was around 8 and we were there...this place reminded me of one of favorite oreastaurants in ahmedabad where i had spent gr8 3 yrs of my life...RASRANJAN.....god...u should have looked at the crowd there...we thought that since the food court is crowded the fine dine might not be...but man o man...it was such a crowd there....the guy over there told us that we would have to wait for half an hour in order to get sweated....i was pissed at first...but then this turned out to be a blessing in disguise for the rest of my night....i decided to observe the mannerisms of people and play the eyeball game with the goodlooking ones around(1 which i am a pro at)...

there was this lady...she looked a normal south indian...and her hubby was wearing a yellow nimbooz t shirt(do u work for that!?)...he was talking normally on the phone wid someone over the pgone...but this female....even though not a kiity party type was certainly trying to act as one...(the show offs na...i tell u...urrgghh)...ashe started to speak to her daughter in english...oh yea...did i tell u that the daughter would be hardly 3..or at max 4yrs old!?...i hate ppl like taht...people who wont use thier own mother tongue...but speak in that 'engglipese'....this certainly doesn help....trhis is just show of...take my case forr example...my mom never did this to me...and i can say that the right exposure which my parents gave me at the right time helped me and not any show off like this...they always had...and do...and shall speak to me in only tamil or hindi...be it at home...or outside....englipese id defintly not required....and one can be as proficient as me(if u consider that....) or anyone else....

then there was thiis gujju family...(gujjus....they are very sweet ppl...just like their oondhiyo..)...there was this gurl who i guessed would be studying in her 12th or something...she was the first one with whom i started my eyeballing game with..


for those humble illiterates who dont know what 'eyeballing' game means....
1. if i find a gurl attractive...i look at her for a couple of secs...and then look somewhere else...but make sure she know that i am looking at her...
2. if the gurl is interested then she looks back...smiles...and does the same thing as me....()the smile can come a lil later too)
3. this happens for a couple of times....and then i take my phone out....or my ipod...or something like that...and fiddle with it..
4. the gurl will do the same thing if she is playing the game....and i case she doesn its time rto move on buddy..
5.and then look at her again and then i smile at her for the first time..
6. then we keep looking at each other....bbut still trying to look only when the other persons nort watching....
7.. then i get bored...i start looking at some other gurl...lol



this is the great eyeballing game...
i would give that gurl a 6.5 on a scale of ten.....better than average.....she took her sony psp out in competition to my ipod....i swear she had recently gbought it...coz she was having a tuf time operating it...i couldn help but smile in a sarcastic way...poor gurl...she kept it back in her purse....

then there was this group of friends.....4 guys and 3 gurls...there was this gurl in middle...god...she was hot....i hadn seen one like her for abt a mnth now...(btw..a situational joke....what are good looking pretty or hot gurls in chennai called...TOURISTS...lol)

she didnt eyeball...she directly smiled....wow...that was it...and we were constantly looking at each other..i dunt kno whether it was me or my man utd jersey...but something did have a lucky charm on it today...2 hot gurls in a span of 15 minutes.....she was wearing a nice LIL black top...and when i was looking at her,.....disaster stuck..the guy next to her caught me red handed in my game...i mean our game...naturally he thought i was the culprit...and he was sending cold stares down at me.....must have been that gurl's bf...boyfriend or best friend...(both the idiots are equally possesive...)i thought it was best to leave her...

by this time....i was already hungry and mice were playing kabaddi in my stomach(pet mein choohe daud rahe the)....

the manager or whevfer he was camme and told that we could go and occupy a particular place...and god..that was the best place one could get to see all the people...

once the order was placed...i knew had some more time to look at ppl and families nearby....

two couples with their bunch of kids walked in....marwadi i bet...thosekids were the naughtiest ones i had seen for quite some time....playing running and catching i n a packed hall...almost rought a waiter down...thier parents had a tuf time handling them...they reminded me of my own childhood days....how mischevieous i was according to ppl...lol...

then walked in a family...FAMILY...coz it was an extended one with around 12 ppl...there was just one gurl ....who incidentally was in my age group;....there begun the eyeballing game again...and she was the one started this time around....she was wearing a cut whit kurti...and her smile was really cute....she wasn one of those hot types...but certainly the cute types...the one you would want to be mom's daughter in law...lol.....


and then...finally the food arrived....and it really did tase good...paisa vasool...worth the money spent on it...

all this while i also noticed that everyone who comes here tries to dress impeccably...some look good...some look bad...some look great...some look show off...some look a disaster.....

and just then when i was abt to fiinish my food....a stunner walks in wid her family...i would give her a 9 on ten....(thats rare....believe me...ashlee simpson , katrina kaif and deepika padukone get 9.5 on my rating scale...)but there was something unique abt her.....i dont know what...may be she had a mystique about her...her hair....was like those flowy tresses type....a normal green top...with that half black jacket or overcoat....she was cute...she was hot...i didnt feel like eye balling here...i just saw here....and saw her again...she saw me during my second look...and kinda made a wierd esxpression ...which was a combination of surprise and a 'hi'....


i was cursing my luck...i was abt to leave that place in 5 mins....i looked at her gain....but this time around...she was busy chit chatting with her family..

i was leaving nw...i crossed...i didnt smile....but our eyes met...and then i crossed here....i swear she smiled then...i think she did....and then a few steps later...i turned back...just in time to catch her having a last glance of me...i smiled back( a sarcastic one tho...oh god bad luck type...).....and that was it...



not only a great dinner...but also a few good looking gurls...after a long time....

The Great Indian Middle Class Parent!!!

MOM AND DAD!!! I LOVE YOU....THIS POST IS AIMED AT THOSE PARENTS WHO ARE NOT LIKE YOU...

there are a few things i have analyzed over the past few days...

the indian middle class parents have this funn thing about them...

1.mera beta engineer...mera beta doctor...meri beti ias

else

2. my son indian idol, my daughter airtel super singer...

this is just the icing....


kids have to go to a tuition early in the morning...then go to the school...and then again tuition....and then music class(or sme other crap)..


ALL THIS FOR A 8 yR OLD....

ne mark less than the first mark(of the top 3) marks is a sin...a blot on the family....

no play....u cant go to the ground and play during the evenings..."no play may make u duller than jack...but more 10 minutes studies will be good brains...WHAT THE FUCK!!??"


u know what...the basic problem is that THESE PARENTS want to live their own childhood dreams through their kids...if i couldn become an engineer...then m son will...and should...else i will break his knuckles...

COMMERCE group which happens to be a wonderful group...is looked down and frowned upon...as if it is a course for the lesser mortals....hey jackasses....thats nt the case...

a kid even if he or she is not interested in going for those music classes....should go for it...the kid might be interested in western music..but carnatic music is what he ends up learning....or vice versa....


wh arent the kids being given time to play...

time to think for themselves....
time to analze...

why should ever god damn thing be forced upon them..


i seriously pity some of those kids in airtel super singer....some of them have just been forced into singing a particular song coz the parents wanted them to even though it was beond thier level(as mahathi, one of the judges pointed out)


these kids have no dreams...dream...but don even think about...

read...but not NOVELS....but ur textbook..

it was a couple of weeks back....when a neighbourhood aunty asked me whether she should send her daughter for iit training....i asked her which standard was the kid studying in..

8TH STD...HOLY SHIT...can u believe that....come on ppl...thats the age arnd which ppl start attaining knowledge abt life...its the start of adolescence....and u wanna ruin it by those iit classes!??


this problem is more down SOUTH here in INDIA....am not taking sides here....but i have in north for a long time...and travelled over half of india....so i guess i can safely say what is what and where is it like that....but it is the same in north.though less...



allows the kids to learn

DONT KILL THE CREATIVITY...

let them go out and play...

LET THEM NOT CHOOSE THE SAME OLD LINE OF DOCS...ENGG...


IF THE WANT TO BE DIFFERENT...ALLOW THEM TO BE...

DONT FORCE UR PRINCIPLES ...UR IDEAS UPON THEM....

IF THEY GO WRONG...THE WILL FALL...AND THEY WILL LEARN...

This is a story...give it a title...

whenever things is life are not going as planned...one always has two ways to go forward...either keep trynig or say WTF and quit!!
this is what 24 abhukh shrivastava was faced with....he was a calm guy who never thought doing what he wanted to do would land him in what he never wanted to do....LOVE!!!...

thats what he did...he loved a woman so badly that she had become his sole aim of life..right from the first day he saw her he knew she would be the one who would make him cpomplete...be his better half...but as luck would have it...things were definetly not destined to beasy...

he was a guy of t...a guy wid his mba degree from one of the Iims earning abt arnd 80 grand a month..he had practicall anything that he had wanted...and she was something that he wasnted to achieve...te only thing he had not yet conquered....

she was Riya..Riya saxena...a girl who had just joined his office as his deputy...and from the first had been close to him....sitting in the same cabin didnt make thins easy for abhyuk...he was elder to her b abt 4 yrs...but he tried hard to make her feel comfortable...make her interact with him at an inter peronal level...
but then she had taken him as her mentor.. a man whom she looked upto...a guy who wil guide her and be her beacon as she would pass through the murky corporate world...

das had passed...days became weeks...it was high time abhyuk thought something must be done....he stalled...wondering whether he sould do what he was bout to...he had never done this before...he had alwas been an introvert..and he didnt want to hurt riya at any cost....he asked her out for dinner...riya's jaw dropped....and her it opened ...trying to say a few words...only to close again...she didnt know how to react...abhyuk realized he might have messed up...just as he was about to to apologize and set matters to ease...she said OK.....she was read for the dinner....abhyuk was stunned....he couldn believe what he just heard....it was decided for 8 in the night....

he was dressed like a gentleman...a man an gurl would would fall for...she was looking like a princess in her black gown that was tantalizingly sensuous for any man's eyes....

the dinner wasnt the main issue here at the hotel..which happpened to be among the finest ones in the town...their eyes finall met...it seemed straight right for him to tell her right there that she was the one for him...how much he loved her.....even her eyes were looking at him...she was obviously nervous....she smiled at thin and started looking at him with a reazization that he mat more than just a boss or a mentor....a man who would keep her happy for the rest of his life...it was comforting for both of them...

on the dance floor...it was teh jazz night...arms in arms...looking at each other...they danced...never knowing what was happening around them now...it was as if time had stood still...and only one thing mattered..them...love was in the air...maybe she had reazilzed it to...boith brought thier face forward...it was as if the kiss had been a prewritten destiny then...but it didnt...she laid her down on his chest....something that meant more then to him than a kiss...and they were still dancin....holding each other tightly n one othe's arms...

at the end when it was time to drop her off...he decided to stop the car about a kilometre from her house....and decided to walk her home...stealing a few extra moments with her in this bargain...

walking had never been such a pleasure for both of them...but it still semed differnt..silence defined the mood....but suddenly..."I MIGHT BE GETTING ENGAGED THIS WEEK..."....riya didnt have to say that...but then abhyuk had to know...

he just stopped....he couldn take it....what did she just!!? "what....are u serious!?"...ya i am...my parents are coming tommorow...and i would be going back to delhi tommorow for a week's time..we are going to ma dad's old friends place...its his son ....i had apllied for a weeks leave...remember!?...

she had...and it was for this reason abhyuk had asked her out today....his inner voice had told him if not today...thn never....but guess it had slso for got to tell him that there was also a shock in store for him....
"oh good...congrats...whose the lucky guy..."...his voice disguised his distress..."i dont kno actually...but except fot the fact that he shares our name"...

the world had fallen apart..,how more unlucky could he be....his name...bu not him...was that a solace he was supposed to live wifth the rest of his life....

his phone rung then...'michalel jackson's all i wanna say is that they dont relly cared about us' was blared loudyl...."hey abhyuk....its dad here...i want you to be here in delhi in a couple of days time/...no ifs or buts..."..."but dad...i got a lot of work here('delhi..no not now...especially when she mite be getting engaged there with my namesake')...".."you will be here...thats all"...and he hung up...his dad had never been so rude to him...but then they never had been on good terms for sme time now...

her house had come...he wanted to kiss her...just say it out...nut then wthat would just make him a loser....just then unexpectedly.....she landed a peck on his cheek...it was his lips...but then it deflected towards his cheek...he was sure aboout...he smiled...thats the least he could do now...

he had had his souvenier ....or maybe the final nail in the coffin of his love life....


THREE DAYS LATER:

abhyuk had finally reached delhi...and was sipping coffee...thinking about here...where she would be...what se would be doing...she was in the same city...he wanted to speak to her...his hand reached for the phone....but he just couldn....

that evening...his dad's lan had been revealed to him...
his dad's friend's family was visiting him...and he expected his son to interact with his friend's daughter....

he texted her'maybe even i am getting engaged'....and then he finally gathered up the courage. to call her upjas he was abt to call her...he recieved a beep beep..a text' i am not asking you who the klucky gurl is...but just wish i was that lucky gurl'....

he couldn believe it....
he called her....maybe there was still a chance....maybe they could convince both their parents....he waitd for her to pick up...but then he was hearing a ringtone somewhere nearby...he could have sweared rthat he had heard it somehere else...it was the same as ria's...it was coming from his hall..and riya still wasnt picking up..

there in the hall..stould RAJ SAXENA's family....he,his wife JYOTHI..........................................................................and his daughter RIYA...

he could he beleve what he saw...riya was there...she was stunned....shocked..,..surprised...but happy....there parents wanted them to marry each other!!?...how small the world can be...

how comehe never knew his dads friend raj saxena....was riya's dad...!?

but then it was not the time for these questions now....


they both were left togerther in a rooom to interact with each other...get to know each other well(thats an old indian tradition)...


and then the were alone...

just one thing happened.....they kissed...as passionatre as they could be....it was the eruption of enotions.....as if there was noo tommorow...

it went on and on and on...the were finally one now...


and there parents were happily discussing engagement and marriage plans now over cup of tea...while there children were still engrossed in telling each other how much they loved each other...