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well done abba


"Well Done Abba"- the title plays on the word "well" (baudi- as Boman Irani puts in his Biryani flavored Hyederabadi Hindi). the story revolves around how Imran Ali(Boman Irani)'s well goes missing and the whole attempt to this well back.

The actors are introduced on screen through the characters. They seem to emerge from pages of a notebook, Shyam Benegal's notebook. Boman Irani plays Abba, and also the twin brother Rehman Ali. Ila Arun plays Rehman Ali's wife, Salma. Although the couple doesn't have a major role in the main intrigue, one cannot ignore them completely n Boman Irani in double role is definitely a double bonanza!!! Minisha Lamba has been convincingly made to look a teenager. Sammir Dattani scores high on the cuteness scale and does his job pretty "well". Both Lamba (Muskan) n Dattani (Aarif) represent the educated gen-next who can bring about a change in the "system".

One cannot but help comparing the movie with Welcome to Sajjanpur, the previous masterpiece by Shyam Benegal. Shantanu Moitra's music does complete justice to the subject (right from the first notes of the first song, literally) but I still found myself humming Sajjanpur numbers after the movie. Both the movies deal with the problems at the grass-root level with subtle humor but the former takes away half a star more.

A must watch... for smile on your face and hope in your heart!

Comments

  1. "सबको उल्लू बनाके ...ठंडा पानी पिलाके...चली जाती सिनेमा देखने को!!:P"

    will watch this flick aftr exams!:D!

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  2. you can actually take to writing reviews and all yaar.. awesome!! i wanna watch it now..! :)

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  3. hehe... ya right! :) n do lemme know if u r goin for the movie.. i hv no prob watchin it again.. such a simple n sweet film :)

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इक ज़रिया है बस हम तो
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यह ख़ुद अपनी ज़ुबां चुनती है
लफ्ज़ अपने ख़ुद ही ढूँढ़ती है
कोशिश कर लेना तुम कभी
झूठ लिखते ही ये टूटती है

देर रात यह सपने में आती
मन के दरवाज़े पर दस्तक देती
लिफ़ाफ़े में बंद चिट्ठी में
अपने आप को तुम्हें दे जाती
लिखावट काग़ज़ पर तुम्हारी है बेशक़
पर कलम में सियाही तो वो ही भर जाती

कभी यूँ ही शाम को मिलने आती
खिड़की के पास बैठ चाय की चुस्कियाँ लगाती
रोम रोम में इक महक सी भर जाती है
दिल की धड़कनें कानों तक गूँज जाती है
बाहर की खिड़की खोलते खोलते
यह रूह के दरवाज़े खोल जाती है

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जब टुटा हो दिल प्यार में, तो यह कुछ ज़्यादा जी लुभाती है
जब हाथ बढ़ाए तुम्हारी ओर, झट से थाम लेना, साहीर
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Take pleasure

Perfection is an obsession
Give yourelf some concession
Its perfectly alright to not know it all
Where's thé pleasure of getting up unless you fall?

There is, and will always bé compétition wherever you see
Thankfully, participation is not mandatory even with no entrance fée
Pick and choose your battles and fight them with all might
And keep fighting until you get it right
Do not confuse à momentary setback with an ultimate defeat
À strategic recul is sometimes necessary to achieve thé final feat.

Sing in thé shower and dance in thé bedroom
Thé best moments are those that never make it to facebook
Learn à new art just for thé heck of it
And i ll leave thé poem unrhymed just because i feel like it.

The 20 lakh package

In the corner of a room Clustered only with a
rusty stove And an old bed, A tattered book he read to his sister Trying to put her to bed.
The day had been long He had to cook with Baba And clean and dust, The woman of the house Had lads she could trust
At night Baba watched over the neighborhood And him, over their humble abode For his earnest parents This was his gentle ode
Finally came home Mommy Who was playing nanny To another little angel Whose parents took turns too Earning their hefty packages