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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!


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

    will watch this flick aftr exams!:D!

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

  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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यह ख़ुद अपनी ज़ुबां चुनती है
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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
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बाहर की खिड़की खोलते खोलते
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Be proud
Of what you are Weird, you may be Even funny, so it be But that's what you are!
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