Ever felt like destroying the world?

The thought of creation is so overpowering that the idea of destruction had often appalled me, and so have the stories related to gods and goddesses of destruction.

“Why would anyone want to destroy anything in the world? The world is such a beautiful place,” I thought. But unfortunately the world is not such a rosy place, rather I’d say the people populating the world are not as beautiful as I had always seen them to be. Whether I am to blame my vision or the innocence and inexperience of tender is debatable.

Being nice to everybody around had been the main motto in life. “If you are nice to them they will be nice to you,” I thought. Hell no! In reality, if you are nice to them they start taking advantage of you believing you can never raise your voice or take a stand. But guess what, a barking dog can be stopped – either bark back and confuse the animal or throw a stone hurting it and run for your life. Either way, you’ll succeed at shutting its mouth up. (I’ve never heard of a desperate man losing a race to a dog, and I’ve never seen a dog barking while running).

Women are considered to be creative beings for their abilities to give birth, be compassionate and a hundred more qualities. Then again some of the scariest stories of violence and destruction also get created by women. Goddess Kali, Durga, Chhinnamasta are but a few reminders.

The point of the above description is to remind people to avoid proximity (physical and verbal) from a lady when she is angry –  she has the ability to rip you off with mere words or even those hands which have seemed too soft, like she can tear a piece of paper into a hundred shards and scatter them at your face. Similarly, I do possess this exact potential, but I choose not to scare people off. I am still the same person inside – the girl who loves all beautiful things even though they are sad – but sometimes creeps just creep into my system and spread the virus of hatred.

I do not know how many of you have come across teachers who’d get frustrated at the hooliganism put forward by primary school children and say, “I’ll throw you out of my class… if you do such and such things again…. or if you talk again…” Back then, I actually pictured the teacher throwing them out of the classroom like the way someone would throw balls of waste-paper into a bin! But I could never catch a glimpse of that action since the chided students would leave the room voluntarily – some happily, some with tears rolling down their eyes.

Now, there are times when I ‘literally’ feel like picking people up and throwing them out of the window. If only I had been stronger and taller… Actually, it is a lot easier if you can just do it in your mind, it’ll save all the hard work. (Since winter makes us lazy unwilling to work out). Like I had mentioned in one of my previous posts – the joys of being a writer, you can kill people in your story – stab them, push them off the cliff or the Niagra falls, feed them to a dinosaur – just get over with negativity. When you come face to face with that character you’d killed in your story, just pass through it like it is coloured air.

‘Ignore’… and you shall have silence.

With Silence comes Peace, with Peace comes Freedom, with Freedom comes Silence – it is an eternal cycle, way beyond many souls’ understanding, but for the ones who know it I can already see them smiling at the screen.

Now I’m happy and can sleep peacefully. 🙂

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As the money crunched away…

Warning: If you have strong political views do not bother to read this as this article is a product of my creation and has been executed from an angle of sarcasm and humour.
Many have voiced their concern, inconvenience and opinion about the demonetisation of Rs 500 and Rs 1000 denominations throughout the past few weeks. If you are expecting some thorough and indepth analysis of the issue here you better move on, since I am no Economist or Politician nor do I hold ample knowledge on the same to impart to my readers.
What I am going to share here comes straight from my personal experiences of the major step taken by our Prime Minister. There have been some great developments lately in and around the capital:
One of my dear friends, shares a lot in common with me except that he never bothered to learn how to cook. Back in college he’d prefer to eat out in the college canteen or dhabas during lunch until he got a roommate who could cook! Then moving in a new city for work, the guys would often indulge in elaborate cooking spree and celebrate their successful recipes or chopping skills by posting photos online. Getting ‘domesticated’ by nature and time my carefree friend did develop some noteworthy skills, but it wasn’t until the cash crunch that he actually cooked for himself! Oh yes he did. In the absence of an egg-loving roommate and triple digit denominations printed in papers, he learned to be independent.
Now the krrrrrr… sound of the ATM machines sooth our ears like the way one would be relieved to hear the voice of ‘Bae’ after days! People around seem like fishes out of fish tanks, impatiently flapping their hands and lips gesturing and talking about how they had or had not been successful in extracting out cash from ATMs.
With the world being infested with a lot of good-for-nothing souls, people had wasted time and money for unnecessary material and unaccounted for luxury, and have always claimed that ‘money is liquid asset’, hence cannot be restricted from flowing. What now! Would you call it liquid? I’d rather talk about hard-to-get/spend cash that we all earn but fail to spend in the recent times. All thanks to the sudden blow to shopaholics, Indians are now forced to save up for their future, be it your dream car, house or that pretty bag you have been trying to save up for but just could not because of your spendthrift nature. Now you can easily save that large amount and buy whatever you wanted, if only you still have the attachment to all worldly matters; for the kind of people I have in my peers seem to have evolved philosophically as they have detached themselves from worldly pleasures after being struck by demonetisation.
People have indulged themselves into serious discussions as to what effects the country’s economy will have in the future, rather than brooding over whether that ‘girl in the red dress’ is hot or whether that ‘hunk on the cool bike would offer a ride.’ When was the last time you actually had a meaningful conversation with another adult?
But most importantly people have become so trustworthy and reliable on one another that almost everyone knows their colleagues’ or neighbours’ ATM pin! How can there be any other possible way to achieve harmony in the society? Have you not seen clever citizens sneaking into ATMs with 2-3 cards, and to cover up they carry companions to wait with them in the long queues entrusting upon them the prized secrecy of their pin codes.
Passive passerbys have now gained a friendly tone in their voices and also bother to seek information about others’ well-being and what course their lives have taken (to actually find out whether the ATMs near their residence are working!)
One blow of this government policy has brought tremendous care into mankind and set them into such communicative mode – something which thinkers over the years had failed to do. Isn’t it a matter to actually think upon?

What a joke!

Googly must now be a kid with a pair of glasses on her little nose staring intently at a book or doing her homework for school, but once this little girl was my playmate or rather a live toy living downstairs to our apartment. There was no logical reason to name her Googly, it was simply my obsession with cute little things that drove me and still drives me to call out puchu/puchi/ googly-poogly on seeing something absolutely adorable! And thus I have a couple of cuties under my aegis named Puchi and Googly.

It is funny how children respond to jokes made by adults. It was as if Googly had suddenly discovered that she could rotate her head and she was frantically spinning her head with an audience consisting of a hysterical me and my grandma. Granny stared at her for a second or two and with a concerned layered in her voice she said, “Eki eki, matha ta khule pore jabe to erom korle!!” (uh oh, your head will fall off if you spin it so much)(The translation might not seem very funny, but trust me googly’s reaction was priceless.)

To this, a slightly tipsy Googly stopped suddenly, and lightly tossing from side to side she checked the position of her head with both hands to see if it had fallen off in real!

Being a restless child myself I have heard of my monkeying around from everybody in the family, and to get me seated quietly was quite a challenge until one could come up with good stories or I could sit with some colour pencils and scribble sceneries- my favourite topic for painting. One fine day I remember drawing a large multi petalled flower with a fresh set of wax crayons that I had received from a relative that day itself. Maa came in to check what I was up to, and I showed her my piece of art. Seeing the flower, she commented that petals of a flower are usually one-coloured and unlike the one I had made in order to utilize all the shades of colour in the set. My rainbow flower also had black, since I had run out of other colours to fill in the last petal. In my defence I explained Maa that the flower is how I have created it, so it can be multicoloured, after a pause, she enquired about the black petal. I answered smartly, “Oi papri ta poche geche!” (That petal is rotten!).

I can’t recall what Maa’s expression was to my explanation, but now when I think of my straight cut replies and suggestions given to people around me during my early years of life, I simply can’t figure out how people put up with me or children with similar attributes.

With the fascination for colours that children have, they often tend to create a brightly coloured world around them. It was during one of our science classes at school at the age of 5-6, when we were asked to draw and colour a cat each. “One cat only, mind it! I don’t want to see five cats in one copy,” ordered Shivani ma’am, the strict teacher everyone was scared of. The reason for this command was that we were so fond of Science and Environment classes (particularly because of the amount of drawings we were allowed to do) that we would produce endless masterpieces for the teachers to inspect and give beautiful remarks. But little did the scary woman know that the kids would produce their artworks in a different form. I saw round moon-faced cats being sketched everywhere around me. And then the cats were painted red, yellow, green and blue by their owners! I had been sitting sadly looking at my monochrome cat- other than a pinch of black in her tail and ears my cat was simply white- colourless.

Then started the inspection when the teacher would come around to check everybody’s copy and give marks or remarks for their drawings. Shivani ma’am was furious and maybe she was laughing in her head witnessing the colourful blunders. She pulled the ear of the boy sitting next to me with a red cat, “Where have you seen a red cat? Tell me do you have red and green cats around?” she questioned him and the other rule breakers innocently gazing at her wide eyed.

 

Pink: The power of ‘NO’

Pink : movie review

Director: Aniruddha Roy Chowdhury
Script: Ritesh Shah
Cast: Tapsee Pannu, Kirti Kulhari, Andrea Tariang, Amitabh Bachchan, Piyush Mishra
A woman need not prove her character to a man or stoop to plead ‘not guilty’ when she knows that she comes clean. Even when in Ramayana, Sita was asked to undergo ‘agnipariksha’ the second time she took a stand and walked away, without having to prove anything. When she says ‘no’, it means ‘NO’ and men better get it straight and back off.
The bottom line of ‘Pink’ is how the society perceives a woman’s character by her clothing or late working hours. The story starts with two young men- Dumpy and Vishwa rushing to a hospital with an injured Rajveer to get him treated, while three tensed young women- Minal, Falak and Andrea return home late at night evidently after having a rough time. What follows is a strenuous battle between the two sexes to prove one another wrong. Minal was molested and despite the powerful backing, her molester had, her friends decide to fight back the offenders for mistreating their brave friend.
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Tapsee Pannu has perfectly succeeded in fitting into Minal’s shoes, while Amitabh Bachchan as Deepak Sehgal, the experienced lawyer with frequent mood swings, is an audio-visual treat for movie lovers. Both Andrea and Kirti Kulhari (Falak) have performed to the core of their characters. Falak’s breakdown at the courtroom is something to look forward to. The movie’s script by Ritesh Shah is brilliantly written- every time Amitabh speaks in the courtroom one cannot resist oneself from seconding him or clapping after each dialogue delivery.
The best part of the movie is neither the gripping storyline nor the marvelous acting, but the closing credit verse voiced by Bachchan which talks about how a woman needs no man’s consent to prove herself, and she should set out on a journey to discover herself rather than let others label her as ‘somebody’. Every word in that delivery may give one goosebump.
Overall, Pink is an outstanding venture and a must watch for all. DO NOT leave your seat until you have watched and heard every single scene even the closing credits. More of such films should rule the market now rather than the spicy mindless formula films. The constant attempt and reminder to the society that women are not pieces of toys might actually work out to awaken people and take up the cause of educating and ‘saving the boys’ of the family rather than protecting the girls by marrying them off at early ages or confining them within the societal rules.
Thank me once you have watched the movie! 😉

Demanding Change!

 

“Change nei hai madam, toffee le lo,” (We don’t have change madam, take some candies) is often the well-versed suggestion shop attendants give when you are unable to pay them the exact amount. Now to make the most of your money you are forced to buy a couple of useless toffees which get dumped and forgotten inside your bag until that rare day when you decide to de-clutter it!

Is the availability of change so rare that they always keep a jar or two handy to stuff some colourful wrappers into your hands with a smile? At times there may be crisis of the jingles but there are also situations when some vendors willingly or lazily hand over little somethings to round off the bill. Where do all the coins go? Have they stopped making coins in the mints or are there some voracious coin collectors who desperately grab them all and never let them go? Who are the members of this chillar party?

While a child, I remember to be extremely happy when a shopkeeper used to be generous enough to give me candies rather than unnecessary coins which always used to slip off between the fingers and made me hover around over and after the rolling metals. Similarly now when children are sent to shops to collect some items they come back with some more, happily.

Suddenly the other day I discovered that there is somewhere a child within me that craves for these candies! As the man behind the counter gave me some unknown candy I demanded to know whether he had the ones I liked. He stared at me for a while as if to confirm that it was me who enquired, the same way some websites need you to type irrelevant codes to clarify you are not a machine! Then he went around looking for the one I had asked for and finally came up with a shameful smile declaring that he does not have it. Exactly at that time from the corner of my eye I saw it deep inside a jar full of miscellaneous candies and I pointed it out with great enthusiasm. To this, he looked both defeated and relieved, and struggled to get it out from the jar for me. It somehow felt special, as if choosing the forced gift was a right to be enjoyed by one and all. If they are making you buy one, you better get the best of the lot, uncompromisingly. Yet again, it is not worth it, since you have to remember to have them or they would just rot somewhere in a corner.

There are also some firm customers who stick to what they need and come up with a no-nonsense face declaring that they won’t accept unimportant titbits like candies and shampoo sachets. That is when the hidden treasure comes jingling its way out. Another and very frequently practiced custom is to remember or note down the amount to be received by either parties, and eventually rounding it off on the next purchase. But this practice is only viable when you have developed a cordial relation with the shop attendant.

This menace of ‘demanding change’ is not new and is not restricted to shopkeepers alone. In cities like Kolkata where travelling short distances is easy via autos the auto drivers create a pandemonium in case you are unable to pay him the exact amount. Similar cases happen in Delhi with customers and regular office goers when the vendors and rickshaw pullers complain of not having enough change. Either you keep losing Rs 5 everyday or you argue and find a way out (which usually nobody does, due to lack of time).

With this menace dancing around the country, it is time to get a ‘change’ and control the change crisis before it gets too late and we are left to suffer the ill balanced eco(nomic)-system with the extinction of coins.

Mission Accomplished

Movie- Captain America: Civil War

Director- Joe Russo and Anthony Russo

Cast- Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Scarlet Johansson, Sebastian Stan, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany, Paul Rudd, Anthony Mackie, Chandwick Boseman, Daniel Bruhl, Don Cheadle and Tom Holland

Run Time- 2hr 27 mins

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It is a real treat for comic lovers, when some of the most sought after Marvel comic characters come together in one movie. ‘Captain America: Civil War’ starts off when a collateral damage is caused during a mission in Nigeria, by the Avengers team which puts them in trouble. Talks of clipping their powers arise as the Secretary of State approaches the team to convince them to sign a document, named after the destroyed city from ‘The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, according to which the Avengers will be controlled and directed by the United Nations. They will be able to act only when the UN deems it fit for the team’s involvement. This generates a debate among the superheroes whether or not to give in. While Captain America(Chris Evans) believes that they must have freedom to defend humanity without the government’s involvement, Iron Man(Robert Downey Jr) thinks otherwise. This creates a tussle and divides the Avengers in two groups as they have to finally come to a decision even if they have to go against each other.

This mega battle of superheroes is a power packed action sci-fi which will be enjoyed by all action and fantasy lovers. The hero vs hero concept in the movie generates civil war, a fight within the Avengers which lead to the disclosure of some long, pondered upon and lamented secrets. ‘Revenge is never the answer to stop violence’, is what the story talks of. Another very important message one shall carry home from the movie, is the message from Margaret Peggy to Kate that one must never give in to peer pressure when they know that they are right, even if everyone calls them wrong. Captain America chooses to stick to his beliefs and fight off his friends unwillingly. Going against one’s enemy is rather an easy job than fighting a war over disagreement with a friend.

In between this debate, Captain America’s friend-turned-psychologically-controlled soldier Bucky plays an important role, because of whom the war gets more intense. Daniel Bruhl’s character, although not a superhero, is extremely crucial in the search for lost facts which eventually cause an intense war.

‘Civil War’ not only deals with the internal conflict between Captain America and Iron Man but also involves Black Widow, Hawkeye, Wanda, Sam, a young and chatty Spiderman, Ant-Man, Falcon, Vision and Black Panther.

Even though Black Panther’s character (played by Chandwik Boseman) did not have enough screen space in comparison to some of the other super heroes, one will not be able to walk out of the theatre without appreciating his bold intelligence and dedication. Tom Holland’s presence as Spiderman is another excitement as the young spidey successfully portrays every detail of the beloved character in his little screen time. Paul Rudd’s comeback as Ant-Man is one more admirable performance.

Chris Evans’ powerful presence and his awesome physique accompanied with an overwhelming performance may not allow you to blink, so is the case with Robert Downey Jr. even though Iron Man’s more serious and responsible nature has been portrayed here unlike the witty and carefree individual from the ‘Iron Man’ franchise. Scarlet Johansson’s action sequences as Black widow, are awesome as usual, and will keep you asking for more. Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely’s screenplay has justified the characters with ample space to perform and display their characteristics.

One must watch Captain America: Civil War in 3D to get the best out of the movie and then sit for a power packed debate on the split between the superheroes and their beliefs. This movies is probably the best in the Captain America movie franchise.

Destroyed

He snatched away the only treasure she had- Happiness

Robbed and destroyed she stood hoping,

Stood there like the tallest tree against the toughest hurricane

Scorned, ridiculed and scared, she waited with hope for change

Impatient, incompetent, unworthy,rude they called her…

She stood tall absorbing the words, still trying

And when she spoke, they marked her ineligible

Destroyed, she curled into a ball with the hardest shell, unbreakable

Then happened the miracle one day! She stopped.

She stopped hoping, complaining, believing and attending.

They had finally succeeded, they thought

But little did they realize that, she had killed everyone of them

Each of them had been burned and chopped and fed to the Devil

Pushed off the limits, she was reborn to murder

Murder everyone who contributed to her death

“You took away the only thing I wanted,” she said,

“I’ve taken away your capability of wanting,” she smiled with her violently sparkling eyes.

Robbed and destroyed she walk away… for miles and miles away form her own kind

To somewhere she can set up a new world…

Hope had yet again crept into her

But she had killed everyone, and every emotion and every light

She had woven a thick blanket of nothingness around her

And she cursed with her fiery eyes and spat with her sharp tongue at every potential threat

 

Childhood memories

There are various food items that attract children, yet there are numerous weird items, which we adults can never think of as edible, that find a royal suit in a toddler’s palate! And this does not happen only during the phase of developing tiny teeth, but keep on gaining momentum and magnitude with a few years of experience in life, i.e. entering toddler-hood!

To explain the matter and to explore its seriousness I hereby state a few of my own favourite dishes in the first 5 years of life. Yes, my memory is quite strong… I can still see things happening in front of me like a movie.

Salt

God’s finest of creations (humans, in case you are thinking dogs, cats, trees, or others) have a soft corner for sweetness, they prefer sweet over the other tastes, unlike me. I as a little girl (when I had just mastered walking), I would climb up the dining table and attack the table salt container! It was reported to me that I would often finish off the salt container, which had about 250g salt, at a go. Even though I do not have a very clear memory of eating salt, I do remember climbing up the table and sitting with my legs spread out on top when no one was around. There had been a speculation that I probably lacked Iodine for which my body dragged me towards a proper source of iodine.

Candles

I had a fetish for candles, both white and coloured ones. And by fetish I mean I loved to eat them. People use candles while praying or during power cuts, but I collected them to feed on the wax! There used to be a glass cupboard in our drawing room which had a few candles prepared on candle-stands and a box full of small candles as a precautionary measure, as back then Kolkata was greeted with dark evenings every day. I was about 3-4 years old, and one regular evening during a usual power cut I ran down to that cupboard and took out a medium sized candle, and ran back into a secluded room and gorged into my recently conquered treasure. All in the dark, when nobody could see me do the deed, since I was quite conscious that the society would not accept my love for candles! But sadly my running about did make some noise and mother found me with a mouthful as she entered the room with a large lit candle. I felt incomplete for not finishing the tasty waxy dish, even though I had eaten away 3/4 of the original piece and made it unfit for use with lots of tiny tooth marks. I should have been allowed to finish it… I can still see the whole incident happening, but cannot recall the taste… Mother told me that once I was so fast in grabbing and eating a small candle, that when they discovered me, they found no morsel of wax left. There was only a wick lying there alone, robbed off from its flesh! After some such incidents, my family decided to stop using candles for pujas and started using diyas. The ones kept in the cupboard were stacked up in the highest shelf where I could not reach… Sadly my appetite for candles was murdered…

Water

I still remember having drinking-water competitions with my friends. We would finish off a large jar of water at once, as my grandfather used to serve us obediently. As soon as a glass finished he had to fill it up, and we would count the number of glasses we have had. Now, after so many years I find it rather funny when I related our incident with those they show in movies and TV series when drinking competitions happen in bars and the bartender obediently keeps filling the empty glasses!

If only I could travel back in time to watch me grow…

Rewind your life a decade or two back and think of what interesting intakes you had and share your experience and memory here.

Keep Falling

People just keep falling. From the sky, from the bed, from the sofa, down the stairs, from ‘positions’ and off the chairs! The best and the most common falling, happens on the go! As one of my friends slid off on wet green grass one fine morning back in 2010; his fault? He was trying to impress a girl with his running skills, which not only embedded his falling in our minds forever but hilariously failed his idea of wooing a girl! I could not help but laugh like the ‘Mad Hatter’. Even to this date, I can recall the incident, like recalling your favourite scenes from a movie and laugh ridiculously.

People also fall from the sky when unexpected matters are meted out to them, they just look so pale and disbelieving as if someone had actually threatened to push them off a cliff! That look on the face is boisterously funny .

And then, they ‘Fall in love’, the expression itself indicates the decline… Personally I fell one should ‘Rise in Love’, gain wisdom and composure, or at least Be in love.

I am not a believer of LOL- Laugh Out Loud, I find it rather silly to suggest people to laugh out loud. It is your decision to laugh loudly or softly or at all laugh in the first place! When I laugh it sounds somewhat “Hahahahaha”, both in person and in messages.

Moving back to falling, I saw a video yesterday for probably the zillionth time, where a man ‘is falling’, he does not succeed falling but is in the motion of falling for 9 seconds! And some brainy had captioned it perfectly, “When the Devil wants to you to fall but the Lord got you”. The poor man struggles with a spade on snow and finally resists falling and throws off the spade and walks away with wobbly legs. This just shows how ‘fallable’ people are, they just keep falling. Sad…yet funny. 😉 😀

I may sound inhuman to make fun of a sad situation (sad for the person falling), but trust me sometimes it feels amazing to just stop thinking and acting on reflex. It is natural to laugh, it is like a natural instinct when we rush for water if we burn a finger. Similarly, we are biologically programmed to laugh when someone falls all of a sudden, no matter how unethical it might seem to our teachers and elders.

The most sarcastic and enjoyable fall is ‘from a position of authority’, and how eagerly I am waiting for some unworthy and fake authorities to drop down the line of hierarchy. Sometimes leaving things to time is the best, that way anything might surprise or amuse you. Just waiting and watching thins happen in slooooowww moooootiooooonnnnn

So let us hope that some such unwanted Jack and Jill go tumbling down the hill!

By LahariBasu Posted in Humour

Airlift: An effortless awakening of patriotism

Director: Raja Krishna Menon

Cast: Akshay Kumar, Nimrat Kaur, Kumud Mishra, Prab Kohli, Inaamulhaq

Run time: 125 minutes

‘Airlift’ is the tale of the largest civil operation in the history of the world, where almost two lakh Indians were evacuated from Kuwait during the Iraq-Kuwait war.

The film unfolds with Ranjit Katyal (Akshay Kumar), a Kuwait-based Indian businessman, who has almost forgotten his motherland, living a merry life in Kuwait, realizing his duty as a human being and an Indian, and eventually carrying out a huge civil operation of evacuation of 1,70,000 Indians based in Kuwait during the Iraq-Kuwait war in 1990.

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Akshay’s star power definitely elevates the film. Ranjit Katyal is made authentic as Akshay does not display faux heroism for an unshowy heroism, and there is no one else who could have done the job better. His role seems to be inspired slightly by Liam Neeson in ‘Schindler’s List’. One may also find similarities between ‘Airlift’ and Ben Affleck starrer Hollywood evacuation tale, ‘Argo’. ‘Airlift’ takes us through a journey of the awakened sense of responsibility which Amrita (Nimrat Kaur) terms as a ‘manufacturing defect in some humans’ with thrilling empathy. A very crucial character in the movie is Sanjeev Kohli (Kumud Mishra) the government official who makes the evacuation of the Indians successful by convincing the ministers in India. Acting throughout the film is natural and also entertaining at times when the Iraqi general (Inaamulhaq) speaks in Hindi with an Arabic accent!

Bollywood has not been very famous for films based on real-life events because it mostly does not successfully connect the line between fact and fiction, which is extremely important for this genre. What often happens is an overdone representation with enormous drama and exaggeration of facts! But Raja Krishna Menon’s ‘Airlift’ plays it right, with the proportionate amount of drama, thrill, patriotism, fact and history.

For an overall evaluation, Menon has directed his actors perfectly to represent the Indian sentiment through their performance. Amaal Malllik and Ankit Tiwari’s music direction has served the film well, with less number of songs and relevant background score, which shall evoke a feeling of patriotism and give goose-bumps to many Indians.

Cinematographer Priya Seth had captured strong and predominantly masculine images flawlessly showing the fearful and tragic situations in the war zone. Hemanti Sarkar’s editing is impeccably executed throughout as well.

The concept of an individual escalating to tackle an enormous crisis is placed at a key position in the plot. The scriptwriters Suresh Nair, Ritesh Shah, Rahul Nangia and director Menon, have researched Saddam’s invasion suitably yet they did not allow the narrative to be boring or too preachy by the politics of history. ‘Airlift’ without any second thought is a worthy watch as it is informative, real-like and non-exaggerated.