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I’m sick and tired of being resilient, of living my life like the blood of my brethren spilt on the streets targeted by a bomb or a bullet will not make me stop my life!

It’s time to press the brakes NOW!

The whole world watches in horror as my city is held hostage for 60 hours as I write this. We have our brave men dying on the first day because they are fighting highly trained terrorists equipped with sophisticated weapons with lathis, 303 rifles, and flimsy body armor.

We have innocent men, women and children held hostage and killed because our ministers don’t even know that the marine commando’s are based in Maharashtra, or why would they be deployed the next day?

A home ministry who does not even have the blueprints of the Taj and Oberoi hotel organized when the NSG lands from Delhi, delaying their attack by several hours!

We don’t …

I haven’t written a blog in sometime because I haven’t felt like saying something.

But something has been gnawing inside me all this time.

I think it all erupted when someone wrote a piece on KANK and the comments that followed were going right down to discuss the filmmaker’s sexuality. Just because we have a mouth doesn’t mean we have to shit every time we open it. PFC was meant to be a forum to discuss our passion of cinema, as diverse as our tastes maybe.

This was supposed to be a place where a David Dhawan fan has as much place as a Ray bhakt.

When did we get so clannish?

All through the last several months, be it on comments or inside the PFC club a recurrent bitching session goes on about Yash Raj. Karan Johar, SRK, Aamir, Salman, Bhansali, or relatively new directors like Farah Khan, Sajid Khan or the funny man …

I just read something priceless. An interview of Kishore Kumar by Pritish Nandy.
Don’t you just wish we had ONE guy like him today?
Not just his talent, but just the sheer personality he was……mad as a hatter playing the part to the hilt watching the effect it had on people around him…..his life seems like a private in joke!

Presenting a blast from the past - A MOTHER OF A TOTALLY SCREWED UP INTERVIEW
(couldn’t think of a better compliment than this except maybe Booom Boom Chik Chik eeeeeeeee yadadadadadadadada thum thum thum Heee hee hee hee ……read the interview u will understand)

PN: I understand you are quitting Bombay and going away to Khandwa…

KK: Who can live in this stupid, friendless city where everyone seeks to
exploit you every moment of the day? Can you trust anyone out here?
Is anyone trustworthy? Is anyone a friend you can count on?
I am determined to get …

I came across Oz through his website desitrain by reading the most outrageous and hilarious public rape being performed, never before has a victim enjoyed the experience and I can say it with authority because it was me and my film which Oz had written about. I had tears in my eyes, I was holding the side of my stomach and wished so badly that what if Khalid Mohammed could go back to writing like this then my Sunday mornings reading TOI reviews would be the same again.

Sirjee and Betalal are two of Oz’s finest creations and I ended up meeting them last night. Sirjee was having beer with a nimbu floating in a bottle of Kingfisher as he couldn’t afford Corona and Betalal was having vodka was sugarcane juice dubbed Ganna Singh. (PS: Ganna Singh is not a sardar joke. To anyone from the sardar organization planning to approach …

Hi everyone,

Hope this year started well for all of you! Its begun on an interesting note for me, lets see how it culminates.

I’m going to share something I wrote with you today. Something I a wrote a long time ago. It started off as an idea, about two men, one is the man with questions and one is a man with answers and their story ends with a question.

I ended up writing it as a poem, but off late I’m haunted by these two men again and again, I see them trapped in a black desert imprisoned in two cards that have flown off a pack. One card imprisons the man with questions, and visually you see the Dark Man with the ? symbol and the other card you see a man in Blue with the A symbol. Only his A isn’t an ace its an answer.

I don’t know where …

This is a news report

“A case has been filed against Aishwarya Rai and Hrithik Roshan, owing to their gutsy on-screen kiss in Sanjay Gadhvi’s Dhoom 2.

Alleged as an “obscene sequence”, the atypically Bollywood lip-lock has got Hrithik and Ash into legal trouble.

The case was filed in the court of judicial magistrate first class R. K. Batham by advocate Shailendra Dwivedi under Sections 292 (vulgarity) and 509 (derogatory to women) of the Indian Penal Code.

As Dwivedi’s complaint has it, women have felt offended after watching the scene as it has promoted vulgarity in the society, especially among the youth.”

Going by the gross receipts of Dhoom 2, half of India has legitimately and illegitimately (cable/dvds) has seen the film.

So by now Indian society has become vulgar, men and women are having sex on the street, teenagers are going around raping women, men, animals or any hole in the …

For the longest time in the history of cinema, horror has been treated as a bastard child. Someone always looked down upon, never treated as a higher art form, always slotted as a B-grade flick.

I regard Stephen King is my god and guru, not just because of his capabilities to scare you but because of the characters he creates.

For the longest time I held on to a script with which I wanted to make as my debut film, you guessed it right, it was a horror film, but did not get any backers saying horror does not work.

For me horror is not just about scaring people, it’s about creating a whole new world, where the suspension of disbelief has to be far greater than a normal genre. It’s a world where we can stick to old rules or create new ones, a world without boundaries in it’s script, structure …

The best way to fuck a man or a woman is when he/she is down or defenseless.

Manish Jha made his name after he got acclaim at Cannes for a short film called A very very silent film. It has a woman so poor she lives on the pavement. She covers herself with a gunni bag in which she collects garbage in the day. That whole night men keep coming inside the gunni bag seeing a lonely woman and keep raping her. Sometime in the morning one of the men discovers she is dead. He goes his own way, and a local constable seeing a lonely woman comes and rapes her not knowing she is dead.

How can a society be so full of apathy we all wonder and shake our heads.

We may shake our heads in sadness, but we are all the same. No one gives anyone a chance when one …

I did my first ad film for rediff.com.

The product was Rediff Bol the instant messenger.

I wrote about 25 scripts till we locked on the one you will finally see (users in India can see it on television currently).

The idea was to do the whole ad around the character of Raju and weave a limerick around him.

The first one went something like this

Ek tha Raju bada widwaan, Uska classmate tha pehelwan
Raju ki lovelife total flop, uska dost bana roadblock
Us din raju ko gussa aayaa, dimaag mein idea aaya, rediff bol par avatar banaya
Dost usne khub banaye, joke usne khub sunaye, ladkiyon ke dil behelaye
Pehelwan ka baj gaya dhol, jabse Raju ne use kiya Bol
Raju ne payi a whole new life, set ho gayi bhidu love life!
Avataar banaye Yaar Rediff Bol (MVO)

Did a scratch of this on a hip hop tune, but we wanted a softer feel, so finally settled on …

Dear fanatics,
Before we get personal, let me tell you a few things about me.

Even before I decided I wanted to make films, I wanted to be a detective till I was nine years old, from the age of 9-12, I wanted to be a ‘Hero’ that was until the first pimple broke out.

Age 12 onwards my fate was sealed — I wanted to write and direct my own films. Besides writing school, my residential colony and later college plays I used to draw posters of my films (King, Darinda etc) in a specially bought notebook.

For the longest time my lack of interest in education was the biggest worry for everyone around coupled along with my hyperactive nature I was deemed fit for the loony bin.

At 16, I discovered Stephen King. And in the insanity of his characters I found sanity. Suparn Reborn.

Went through the educational years however it was …