A Few Memorable Hindi Songs

Before you start wondering what this list is all about, let it be clear that this is not about digging into the all time classics or any kind of all time top hits. When listening to a few songs, I felt different about the song or the artist and hence this article here. Lets not waste any more words and take a plunge right into the songs

- Not in any order –

1. Beethe Lamhein – The Train

A song from the serial kisser’s movie to start with. It can be comfortably forgotten that the movie has been copied shamelessly from Derailed, along with its taglines. Don’t even try to watch the movie but this song stands out terrific. Considered by critics as one among the best songs of 2007, it captures your attention the first time you hear it even if it is accidental. Undeniably good!!

2. Bol Na Halke Halke – Jhoom Baraabar Jhoom

One of the unexpected disasters of 2007- JBJ. But when we have the ‘designer’ trio of Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy doing their consistently good stuff, music cant be bad. This particular track stands out in the album, main reason being its very different feel from the other tracks. When I first heard this track in radio, I felt like listening to a song which I had forgotten years ago. Later I found out that I was not the only one!!

3. Maula Mere Maula Mere – Anwar

“Aanken Teri….Kitni Hazeen” – Roop Kumar Rathod at his best!

Lyrics, Music, Chorus, Beautiful, Unbelievable, Speechless!

This song from this unknown, box-office bomb ‘Anwar’ has already found its way to various Top Ten lists. For one of the most under-used voices in the Indian music industry, one can never forget ‘Khamosh Raat’ from Govind Nihalani’s ‘Thakshak’ composed by AR Rehman. ‘Maula Mere’ might be a tad better!!

4. Khamaj – Fuzon

The ‘Khamaj’ video first caught my attention almost 4 years ago. With the song composed by the Pakistani band Fuzon, the video told about fascinating relationship between a movie director and his lead actress set somewhere in the 50s. The feelings of the characters on screen were somehow very clearly depicted in the singer’s voice and the lyrics. Later I forgot the video (which is nothing special) but the song still remains a personal favorite. A soft rock with a classical touch!!

5. Najaane Kyun – Strings

Here comes a personal favorite. This track gained popularity as the “Spiderman II” promotional video in the sub-continent. When the song appeared in Channel V almost four years back, it swept people off their feet regardless of their age, gender and creed.

Both beautiful blend of soft rock and powerful voice with a classical touch had never been better. Strings later went on to make another equally impressive masterpiece for the soundtrack of Sanjay F Gupta’s “Zinda”.

Expect more additions to this list of songs soon.

Will do it when i get more time :)

Indian National Sport, Hockey or Cricket?

Today, I witnessed a debate on the topic “Should Cricket be the national sport of India?”

To my utter shock, I found a lot of embarrassingly lame points brought out in support of the fact that Hockey should continue to be the national sport of India. Once the debate was over, I had only one question open in my mind.

“What do you mean by the national sports of a nation?”

Here we go! According to Wiki,

“A national sport is a sport or game that is considered to be a popularly intrinsic part of the culture or is the most popular sport of a country or nation. In American English the term national pastime is often used.

Although there are normally no official parameters towards defining what is a national sport, there are some general characteristics that most national sports share:

• The rules and objectives of the sport or game are known in fairly great detail in the country or nation.
• The game or sport is widely played or watched in the country or nation.
• The game or sport has a long history of popularity or extreme current popularity in the country or nation.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_sport

Pretty clear that this is not even a topic for debate. Today, as per definition, Cricket would win hands down! So then, where did it go wrong today? Let me try my hands on a post mortem.

The team who talked ‘For Cricket’ had a few interesting arguments but then, they forgot to ask one simple question. The same question that I raised at the top “What do you mean by the national sport of a nation?”

Another question namely “Why is Hockey our national sport?” would have definitely helped them too. Hockey being the most popular sport, back when the national sport was identified would be the most obvious answer.

Keeping that aside, most of the answers from the ‘For’ side were not convincing enough for a debate especially to the lame comparisons raised with any word prefixed with ‘National’. Some of the questions raised and my answers are given below.

1. If SRK (or Bill Clinton) is more popular than Abdul Kalaam, why was the latter chosen as ‘National’ President?

This question is as silly as asking

“If Ice-cream is tastier than Idli, then why are having idli for breakfast and not ice-cream?” Self explanatory!

2. Tiger is our national animal. So one day when all the tigers die, will we change it to monkey or Langoor?

Time for another google search and here’s what I found.

Source: http://www.culturalindia.net/national-symbols/national-animal.html

“Tiger (Panthera Tigris, Linnaeus) is the national animal of India. Tiger is also called the lord of Jungles. As the national animal of India, tiger symbolizes India's wildlife wealth. The rare combination of grace, strength, agility and enormous power has earned the tiger great respect and high esteem. India is home to nearly half of the total population of tigers. The government of India launched the Project Tiger in 1973 to protect the royal animal.”

So, my answer is ‘Yes’. If we are not able to save our valuable tigers, we might just have to focus our attention on monkeys or some other animal which are there in plenty here.

3. Why do we not send the more popular ‘Welcome’ or ‘OSO’ for the Oscars instead of something else?

The answer lies in the definition of the word ‘Sports’ and ‘Academy Awards’.

According to Wiki,

"Sport" comes from the old French desport meaning "leisure"

“Academy Awards are for recognizing excellence of professionals in film industry.

For me, leisure is watching ‘OSO’ and not watching ‘Pather Panjali’.

But if there is an Academy award for sports in India, the award would go to the Indian Kabaddi team because Wiki says “India has remained the unbeaten world champion in Kabaddi ever since it was included in Asian Games and South Asian Federation games”. Fits the bill perfectly! Kabaddi should be the national game then...

4. Jana Gana Mana or Dard-e-Disco, which is more popular and which should be the national anthem?

My Dear Wiki says “A national anthem is a generally patriotic musical composition that evokes and eulogizes the history, traditions and struggles of its people, recognized either by a country's government as the official national song, or by convention through use by the people.”

National anthem is not the most popular song in the country

This question was put forward but the answer was so lame being something like “If Dard-e is more popular, then it must take place of the anthem”

The verdict of the competition was almost obvious as far as winning team was concerned. The ‘Team against Cricket’ was the deserving winner just because there wasn’t enough arguments put across against them. The 'For' team used only 'popularity of cricket' for their support.

Many countries have national games like Lacrosse (Canada), Baseball (US’ national pasttime) which are not part of Olympics. So the argument that Cricket is not a part of Olympics and hence not the national game doesn’t hold good anyways.

One question still remains. What did I feel like when the poll was taken towards the end of the exercise and it was found that more than 90% of the audience found that Hockey should continue as the national game?

I felt the same way, Henry Fonda would have felt at the beginning of the movie ’12 angry men’, being one of the jury members trying to convince the other eleven members his point of view, that is ‘Not Guilty!’. Just that there was no talking for me there :)

My objective here is not to recommend passing a bill in the parliament so that cricket is made the national sport. I was genuinely interested to know why 'Hockey' is still being promoted as the national game in all GK books and ignored everywhere else. My intentions were not to prove 'Not guilty'. Instead it was just a reality check. And Still I am not convinced..

Disclaimer : It is very easy to do a post mortem like this. It is quite difficult to sit on a stage and engage in a debate. So full points to the participants :)

Oscars 2008

The Oscar eve is almost upon us. Critics and experts have given out their choices. Take a look at what i feel will win and what i hope will win.
Going forward, F stands for Feel and H stands for Hope :)

Best Actor - Daniel Day Lewis (F)
George Clooney(H)
Best Movie - No country (F)
There will be blood (H) [havent seen this yet but i loved PT's 'Magnolia']
Best Actress - Ellen Page (H)
Julie Christie (F)
Best Supporting Actor - Tom Wilkinson (F) (H)
Best Supporting Actress - Tilda Swinton (F) (H)
Best Director - Tony Gilroy (H)
PT Anderson (F)
Best writing for screen -Michael Clayton (H)
Juno (F)
Best Editing - The Bourne Ultimatum (H)
Into the wild (F)
Art Direction - Sweeney Todd (H)(F)
Visual effects - Transformers (H)(F)

For other categories, i am no one to even voice an opinion :)
As its obvious, i am thoroughly impressed by Michael Clayton!!

Jodha Akbar

Saw Jodha Akbar today. After hearing a lot of mixed responses, i was doubtful whether i would enjoy it considering that it was 3 hours 20 minutes long. But surprisingly, it was good and refreshing. Except for one song towards the end, it kept me interested all the while! Dont listen to reviewers like Raja Sen who found the war scenes 'embarrassing' and Ashuthosh fit for only TV series.

Try to catch this movie for AR Rahmans magical music, Neat acting performances by almost everyone cast in it and and top notch visuals.

What ‘Chak De’ is not about

The following article is an attempt to depict how the story presented in the recently released movie ‘Chak De India’ would have been presented if it was directed by some of the so called ‘commercially successful directors’ in Bollywood. Read forward only if you have already seen the movie :-)

SevenYears Earlier

Venue: Lahore Hockey Stadium

Match Final: India Vs Pakistan

Score at half time: Pakistan 5 India 0

Pakistan team is led by Akbar Mahmud (Mukesh Tiwari) who talks like a terrorist. Through out the match, he irritates the Indian team talking about 1947, 1971, Kashmir and Partition. Half time and in walks the champion-forward of the Indian Hockey team, Kabir Khan (SRK). Four goals in a row by Kabir!! 5 minutes left in the match. That’s when Akbar tries to bribe Kabir talking about religion, Kashmir etc etc. Kabir is unmoved. But Akbar does foul play, bribes the Pakistani Referee and makes him blow the whistle 5 minutes in advance before Kabir can draw the match.

Pakistan beat India 5-4

Kabir’s girlfriend Priya Mehta (played by Rani Mukherjee) is watching the whole match from the stand. She has pure love for Kabir (yes, inter-religious) but Kabir blames himself for the loss and he runs away from everything. Priya Mehta meanwhile becomes the captain of the Indian Women’s Hockey team.


Present

The Womens Hockey team badly needs a coach. Currently the coach is Priya Mehta aided by her five year old kid Chintu. (Chintu knows everything about Hockey and Coaching even though he is just 5 years old. Add asthma to his list of diseases for some anxious moments later) But she has been found incompetent enough (which her ego is not ready to accept). The plan is to make her the assistant coach and get a new coach.
Hockey Federation Chairman (played by Khulbushan Kharbanda) knows Kabir and he also knows that he is practicing Hockey in one of the rural villages in Gujarat.

Some scenes ripped from Rambo and we have a coach for the Indian National Women’s Hockey team with Kabir’s old flame Priya and Chintu as the assistant coaches. Priya still looks as ravishing as ever but Kabir is not much interested. He just wants his team to win the World Cup. Meanwhile Kabir and Chintu become friends.


Team Selection

There are about 80 girls in the team camp from which 16 needs to be picked. In the self intro, who ever introduces themselves as from a state are directly disqualified after a speech on India and the unity in diversity in India. (Add: Gandhiji would be ashamed to see so many state names being uttered)

Now we have a team of 16. The main player is Pinky Khanna (Kareena Kapoor) who has this amazing talent to carry the ball directly from her goal post to the opponents goal post single handedly. And seeing Kabir, she is already in love with him. Chintu and Pinky are also good friends by now.

But Pinky has some obvious flaws in her game. Kabir helps her to correct them and soon she is the captain of the team. Priya is jealous now as he spends a lot of time with Pinky who is actually like a sister to Kabir.

(It should not be forgotten that most of the players in the team are extras or girls from Shiamak Dhaavar’s dance troup). There are hardly one or two known faces like Guddi Maruti (Goal Keeper) and one televison actress who plays the lead role in the TV series Kusumm. Lets call her Kusumm here too.

As we reach close to the interval, the identity of Chintu father pops up as a mystery figure. Kabir is suddenly interested in the pretty Priya and wants to know who the father is.

Intermission

It appears that Chintu is an adopted kid. Once Priya was traveling in a train and there was an accident. Chintu lost his parents in the accident and she took him as her own. This was five years ago. Everything is clear now and the lovers are back in track.

Pinky sees the couple in song and suddenly she is jealous. She decides that she wont score any goals for India as long as Priya is the Assistant coach.

World Cup ( In Sydney)

(There can be a sub-track where Kusumm is married and her in laws are not happy about her being in the World Cup team. So they come with some henchmen to Sydney but Kabir with the help of Pinky and Chintu beat up everyone and then gives a speech on second chance, India and the various states of India)

The team is ready for the world cup and there is an all girls inspirational song here.

First match (with no inspiration speech from Kabir)

India Vs Australia

Since Pinky had taken a vow that she is not going to score as long as Priya is around, India doesn’t stand any chance to score goals.

Half time score Aus 5 – Ind 0

During the break, Kabir tells Pinky the seven year old story of Love,Sacrifice and Hockey. Pinky makes Kabir her brother and the second half starts. She of course breaks her vow. Four goals by Pinky, One by Guddi Maruti (Yes, the goal keeper) and one by Kusumm. India 6 – Aus 5

Then there is an array of matches against almost all nations except Pakistan which India win without conceding even a goal. But in the semi final match against Argentina, Pinky gets seriously hurt and she might not play the finals.

All geared up for the finals and its India Vs Pakistan (It doesn’t matter whether Pakistan actually has a Womens hockey team). Here is a twist. The coach of the Pakistani team is again Akbar Mahmud, Kabir’s old Nemesis from seven years earlier flashback sequence. He has a team now where all the girls eat, sleep and drink Kashmir and Partition.

The Final (after an inspiring speech by Kabir)

Match starts without Pinky. Soon India is behind Pakistan 0-5. Chintu gets sudden attack of Asthma seeing the team losing. Pinky is in pain. Priya is crying loud for her kid and her team. SRK gets a chance to delivers his usual-self in helping Chintu to breath. Lots of annoying close ups, tears and sad music all over the place….

Pinky decided enough is enough and she decides to get on the ground and obviously starts scoring. Since this is the final match, there is no importance for half time. India fights back and is now 4-5. That is when Akbar Mahmud finds out that Pinky is injured badly. He sends his thug (who is a girl and a player in the team) to injure her more. She hits Pinky on the wound again. But Pinky eats up the pain. WHY? For kabir!! After seven years, Kabir has a chance for revenge against Akbar and she wont stop him. She scores one more goal and extra time is also over. Soon it’s the tie breaker.

After the usual inspiring moments where Chintu starts breathing normally, Priya starts cheering the team, Pinkys widow mother sitting in a temple for her daughter etc etc etc, India Wins!!

Akbar is ashamed. He beats up a few photographers and leaves the arena while Kabir delivers a speech on India for the whole stadium to hear. After the speech, the national anthem is played and everyone in the stadium (irrespective of their nationality) stands up and salutes Kabir.

1 month later

Chintu has a father now. Yes, Kabir and Priya are married now. Pinky is waiting for a man in her life when Tushar Kapoor (Yes, the film might have been co-produced by Balaji films), who is the Men’s Hockey team captain, comes to congratulate her.


THE END


The above script is exactly what ‘Chak De’ is not but what it could have been had it fallen on wrong hands. Hence more reason to appreciate the superb effort from the Director Shimit Amin to keep it out of the hands of Bollywood Clichés at least to a very big extent.

Follow The Flame

It started long back. I did all I could to stop it. These Headaches. Could Kill me. They tried their best to treat me, scanned my head, I ate pills as if they were cigarettes (To tell you the truth, I even got addicted to it). It never stopped. It just got worse. It was no migraine. Neither was it brain tumor. In medical terms, I was sound.

Every now and then I would wake up. With this pain in my head. Never knowing what to do. Until I found it…My destiny…

I really don’t remember how I reached that alley. By profession, I am a journalist, one of those stylish investigative kinds who carry huge cameras with adjustable lens. I wouldn’t mind even carrying a tripod but it doesn’t exactly fit my job profile. On that day, something took me there. Anyway that headache was gone for some while. By instinct, I hid and was ready with my camera... That is when he came out. I had never seen him before. Never knew that he was for real. The Flame or rather, Flame. You would have never heard about Flame. It is ‘classified’ information. Often in nights, you might have seen a figure looming around in the darkness. You might have even felt a sudden flash of darkness across the road when you are out there driving. It must have been Flame.

Flame, a superhero who fights crime in the shadows of the night. One who keeps our city clean. There is just one Flame between the good and the bad, the saint and the sinner.

So was this the headache all about? I had been chosen by destiny. And I guess it was my destiny to be the one who tells the world who Flame is. The crime fighter, he is.

The pain would just take me to Flame. I was to be a witness for all his deeds. I was to tell the world what happens behind their back. To tell them what happens when they sleep. To tell them what happens in the darkest of the alleys.

I was drawn into the scene every time Flame was in action. I could see him jump over bridges. I could see him fly. I could see him staring down from the tallest building hiding in his hood. I could feel him. I could smell him. I had never met him but I could sense him. I wonder whether he senses me too. He never says cheese when my camera flashes. But he must know me. For God sake he is a super hero.

My headaches never stopped and it kept me drawing towards him. He became a drug to me. To relieve my pain. In return, I was to witness everything. I used to sleep with my headache but peacefully knowing that my city is in safe hands.

Then one day it happened. No, the headaches didn’t stop. It was Flame. He disappeared. I couldn’t find him again. The pain would take me somewhere but Flame won’t be there. I wandered alone in the darkness without a ‘Flame’ He was nowhere. It was as if he never existed. My pain had no purpose anymore.

That night my pain took me to a car wreck. I waited and waited there for Flame and help those hapless victims inside the car. I was just not able to accept the fact that it was fate to bring their very existence to an end in that very moment inside the car. I was just not able to accept the fact that there was no longer a Flame. So I stopped waiting, took matters into my very own hands. I didn’t wait for a second more. I moved the car. I became the ray of light for those poor souls in the pitch black night. Rather I became a glimmer.

After that day, I never had a head ache……

Flame has found a successor to keep the city clean. I found Him. Inside me. I found my destiny too. Now I do not sleep in the night. In the night, I fight. As I stand here pondering about the true purpose of me and my old headaches meanwhile narrating my story, I see my new friend waiting down there. Since the last few days, this photographer has been chasing me taking my pictures. He is my friend now .My only friend. Still, I never say cheese when his camera flashes and I never talk to him as I don’t want to scare him off.

He must be having headaches. Very bad headaches…!!

My Day Out - Part 1

Driving! I love driving. I love my car. I love that feel when I put her on her top gear. I love speed. Music! Oh! Heaven! When I started two hours back with this friend of mine, I had no idea where we are going. Even now, I have no idea. He has no idea. All roads lead to Rome. But I doubt whether we are really heading towards Rome. Actually I wouldn’t mind. I love driving.

My all-terrain is climbing up through what they call hair pins. I love hair pins. Especially love removing them from my girl’s hair. As the story proceeds, we stop in the way for the first time in hours to snap a few pics of this natural waterfall in the way. I tell you again we didn’t stop to be eaten by that man-eater-wild-bear who was drinking water from our natural waterfall. You know bears have a few major problems. They are huge and they make a lot of noise. Especially those man eater bears at the sight of tasty looking human flesh. So once we got down, it was not easy to miss. We ran back to the car. The hungry bear who wanted atleast one of us for dinner dint want to give up. He chased us.

My car can fly. I dint know that. My friend dint know too and of course the stupid bear didn’t know that. We are flying basically because I didn’t obey the traffic board. The red triangle shaped sign board said:

“Bend Ahead. Take Left”

If a 1000 KG (exaggerated) man-eater wild bear wants to have you for dinner and iis chasing your car, will you stop and read the sign boards or will you keep going? I kept going. So now, we are flying. While both of us are waiting for the black and white movie and enjoying the landscape below moving up to us, something happened. Something most unnatural. Just when we are about a few meters above the ground level, we stopped flying. Something stopped the descent. It was like we hit an air cushion and it look about 15 seconds for us to reach the ground. It was like sailing in a boat. We thanked the bear for not chasing us down here.

The place where we descended ‘was’ some kind of a township. Completely deserted. Not a single form of life around other than the two of us. While we were stepping out of the vehicle, we noticed something. That the car wheels are not touching the ground. My friend didn’t step out of the car completely but by then he started floating around weightlessly. When I stepped out, I couldn’t do the space floating stuff but my car sure did. She also floated away. Soon I realized something. I must be someone like ‘The One’. Maybe He Himself. The car didn’t fly off coz I was.inside.

Now being the (only) One, I start roaming around in this deserted-no-gravity town. I could find nothing specially interesting other than the fact something is missing-Gravity. Furniture and some stuff seem to stand a few centimeters above the ground while some things, say my friend and my car, are floating around. Finally I reached near that wall that I am going to tell you about. The green wall. Of course there is no way I can find out what is waiting for me on the other side of the wall.

I stood there a few seconds before the walls started moving. New walls started to appear all around me. Those bright green walls. Remember there is no gravity. These walls seem to fly out of nowhere and enclosed me all four sides. No doors. No windows. Nothing. If you are watching a movie, you would say “WOW, cool CGI effects!” Sometimes, in crunch situation, you are expecting the worst to happen so that even if the worst happens it doesn’t affect you. It didn’t affect me. (Nice line right? I will definitely use it in my next story.) So I started looking around in my small cozy green room. I found a pen and a few papers. So I started writing:

Driving! I love driving. I love my car. I love that feel when I put her on her top gear. I love speed. Music! Oh! Heaven! When I started two hours back with this friend of mine, I had no idea where we are going. Even now, I have no idea. He has no idea. All roads lead to Rome. But I doubt whether we are really heading towards Rome. Actually I wouldn’t mind. I love driving…

A tribute

I do not live in a quiet neighborhood but then it is not very noisy also. It is quite a peaceful place. I like sitting on my easy chair beside the window watching through the curtains the outside world while listening to the music from the wind chimes. For the peaceful neighborhood we owe a lot to my neighbor, the police officer. He’s got a very happy family and a set of not so happy criminals as his enemies....

Well, when I am watching now, there is a band of them walking into this happy home. Home Sweet Home. It looks like the family is not going to be very happy. One of the goons have an eye patch, the other one has a big cut on his face. The third one is a cripple but looks villainous enough. I hear gun shots. I can imagine what is happening there. I am worried for their boy and their younger baby boy.

I am still looking as I hear footsteps outside their house over the music of the chimes. I can see only the legs. The legs of the boy running with the curtains covering the view of the rest of his body. The villains have the baby. As and when the boy is running, I can see his feet slowly changing into a grown-up’s. Nice boots those legs are wearing. Those legs are chasing a purse snatcher.

“Madam, Aap ka (Your) Purse”

I just have to shift my easy chair a little to see the little boy and the madam singing songs and dancing around in the garden nearby. But the little boy is also on a mission when he is not singing and dancing with the madam. He has to find his baby brother meanwhile becoming a police officer, fighting for justice and killing all those cartoon villains.

I woke up startled from my sleep hearing a commotion from the neighborhood. I guess a thief tried to rob the little boy police. I guess it must be the baby who was brought up by the villain with the eye patch. This time I can see two pairs of legs running. The first one belongs to the baby thief and the second one the little boy police. I have lost my ‘appetite’ for sleep, I have decided to sit and watch the proceedings on the easy chair by the window with the music from the wind chimes as back ground. The little boy police caught up with the baby thief and they are fighting. Madam also joined the commotion and she is the cheer leader for the little boy police. Suddenly she notices that the little boy police and the baby thief has the same birth mark and the same 10 rupees locket which I guess no other person in this world would care to buy.

I know you must be wondering how I can see all this. Well. the catfight is going on around the same trees where madam and little boy police were dancing.

Now it looks like the madam has convinced the little boy police and the baby thief that they are siblings. Now they can fight the bad guys together. The baby thief seems to owe allegiance to the police dad and house wife mom who were eliminated in the earlier part of the story. He doesn’t seem to have any kind of feeling towards the eye patch wearing foster father/villain.

Hmm I can sleep peacefully now.


This is a happy reunion and time for a picnic song, the Baby thief has a girl friend who sells paan (tobacco) and cigarette in the near-by basti(read slum). Well in the picnic song, it doesn’t look like the baby thief’s girl friend who sells paan and cigarette is poor. She must be on a payroll from the baby thief.

All is well that ends well. But it is not going to be that smooth. I heard that the baby thief has been shot at by some of the goondas of the eye-patch clad villain. From one of my windows, I can see the the baby thief fighting death in the ICU in the hospital. Through the next window, I can see the little boy police praying in the temple. There is thunder storm in and around the temple but it looks like there is someone like God. Coz as soon as little boy police sang that song which their housewife mom used to sing to them, the thunderstorm stopped and even the baby thief woke up and joined the song. He also remembers the lyrics. The baby thief seems to be recovering fast. Readers please forgive me coz I am not sitting on my easy chair and I don’t have the wind chimes music background.

I guess now its time to get rid of the villains and a happy ending. The resurrected baby thief and the little boy police are ready to take on the villains. The girl friend-who-sells paan-and-cigarette, her house owners who-are-the-comedians etc are there to help with the fights. The last fight is infact taking place at my backyard. So I decided to climb up the stairs and have an aerial view of the happenings from my balcony. Our heroes and the side kicks easily got rid of the villains. The eye-patch, the cripple, everyone. All is well that ends well.

But wait, the police has not arrived yet. They haven’t arrived. Not even late. The meaning is obvious. There is a twist in the tale. There is somebody else who is going to be caught. A master mind. A villain above all of them. Hmm I cant keep it away from you people anymore. Its me. I am the master villain. Both the little boy police and baby thief seem to know it. Coz they are coming for me. The final count down has begun. But they want to know why I did all this. I am not ready to talk. So they just killed me. I dont know what happened after this. I am already dead. But as far as I guess, The baby thief and the girl friend who sells paan and cigarette got married. Ofcourse, the little boy police and the madam also spent rest of their life together. I hope the wives give those two boys most horrible time in their lives because both the girls are my daughters. But no one knows it.
[Sigh and a villainous smile ]