When you suffer through a long commute on days when the public transport is quite screwed, you tend to find comfort in the warm arms of meme apps. And I thought to make some of my own, and perhaps, retell the story of Karan Johar’s directorial debut - Kuch Kuch Hota Hai through memes. So, here are 30 memes.
Does this post change the world? No. Does it bring world peace? No. Does it make me chuckle? Yes.
WARNING: Spoilers DUH!
The trailer for the most anticipated Diwali Release of 2013, FilmKraft’s Krrish 3 has landed on the interwebs. And the world has exploded into pieces resulting from the awesomeness. Or rather from the confusion behind- Where the Fuck is Krrish 2? I am writing this as a result of the regeneration that I have achieved through multiple hours of Yoga – yes, Baba Ramdev’s Kapal-Bharati is the only route to Time-Lordism. Enough chit-chat. We are here to demystify the many secrets embedded in Krrish 3‘s 2 minute 15 seconds trailer.
There’s double Hrithiks having an almost Rakhi Gulzar / Nirupa Roy moment, a metal Vivek, a cleavaged metal Kangna, a flying tongue, a city which is celebrating Diwali only with blue fireworks, and so much more. There’s farts – not just mere mortal ones, but ones with superhero DNA being used as a biological weapon. So, you do NOT want to miss out this. Hit the jump already!
Statutory Warning: The visuals in Krrish 3′s trailer mark great resemblance to many superhero, scifi movies. But then that has been the only one thing consistent about this franchise.
My long hibernation from my blog is still on. But I am back to post this guest post by my good friend Arnab. He writes about Vickramaditya Motwane’s latest feature – Lootera. And beware, plenty of spoilers.
Whether you like it or not, you will go in to watch Lootera with O. Henry’s ‘The Last Leaf’ performing background operations in your mind, an unsolicited .exe file you wish weren’t there. Almost everyone has read Henry’s classic short story where Behrman paints ‘his masterpiece’, a leaf to replace the last leaf on a tree that fell one cold, winter night in quaint old Greenwich village. The simplicity of the story almost makes you wonder how its adaptation set in rural Bengal and Dalhousie in the years following decolonisation would work. But as the first reel rolls on, you are transported into a world that is very different from what Henry scripted, a canvas which not only delights your senses but also unconsciously nudges you into a state of temporary amnesia where ‘The Last Leaf’ ceases to matter. The background operations in your mind stop.