Bitter Critic Reviews - Kai Po Che

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?! No, Its BITTER CRITIC!

What?

Well, we watch movies and we fall in love with that magical element that just makes a film perfect and viewable, over and over again, and that perfect song that plays in the backdrop just as soon as the protagonist catches the first glimpse of the girl while the breeze unveils her picture perfect face blushing while she beams. Oh, so adorable!
Well, I puke all over that. 

That was probably the only way to delineate Bitter Critic.
And today, I'm reviewing Chetan Bhagat's book-turned-film, Kai Po Che, which I see from the point of view of well, a viewer, cynical, not like a technician, looking at oh well, how brilliant the lighting was and whether or not the music should have started just a millisecond later. 

Counter View : Delhi Gang Rape

In the light of the recent Gang Rape of a 23 year old paramedic and a violent assault on her male friend by 6 ruthless men on a public bus, a lot of views have been floating about how these men should be treated, what action must be taken and how to serve justice at the earliest. A majority are in favour of hanging the brutal insensitives, but is that really the only way to go?

You. ( Part 1 )

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust.

If anyone may see me tonight, 

You must.

Gliding across the hallway, she left tags of her fragrance, each being carefully followed and received by my nasal senses. The smell uniquely belonged to her and now was linked to her deep and mysterious olive emerald eyes, which gleamed every time I could distinctly smell her watermark.

The pale white light struck my eyes as if she had cast the Orton Effect upon my vision, which now blurred her pearl cream gradient long robe, the robe, which like a lake, flowed across the reflective marble surface which shone like diamonds in her radiance. Blinded by her beauty, I could no longer chase her scent or recapture her smile in my head. But, those glimpses, they could never fade away.

I, Me, and You.

My saga continues? Well, I did write another "lovey-dove" poem (might be a LITTLE barftastic for those who don't believe in this phenomenon, but once you start tripping for these butterflies in your stomach, you'll be writing way more of these than anyone else!

The Song

Has it ever happened to you that a song brought back memories from the past when it played or you heard its connecting lyrics? Read ahead to see what He felt when the same happened to Him.