Rating : 7/10
Release Date : 19th July, 2013
Time : 153 minutes
Director, Co-Writer : Nikhil Advani; Co-Writers : Ritesh Shah, Suresh Nair; Music : Shankar Ehsaan Loy
Starring : Rishi Kapoor, Arjun Rampal, Irrfan Khan, Huma Quereshi , Aakash Daahiya, Nassar, Chandan Roy Sanyal, KK Raina
A RAW mission to get Rishi Kapoor, the smuggler-terrorist- businessman, responsible for a lot of the blasts in India (Mumbai, Hyderabad). To capture him alive, bring him back to India. Four operatives (Arjun, Irrfan, Huma, Aakash), each with well thought out, succinctly narrated pasts, come together and plan to nab him while he, against ISI’s advice, plans to attend his son’s wedding…
An incredible, tight, gripping first half full of great one-liners, gallivants all over in the second, goes down the alley of turning its lead players into superheroes and then returns for a finale uplifted by a rousing speech.
The first half doesn’t put its feet wrong in too many places, staying focused on the main narrative, giving us enough about the four operatives to make us care but not get side-tracked. Its moves at a frenetic pace, merging different streams expertly – the impending retirement of the RAW Chief, Nassar, the politics in India (loved the way they kept showing the PM being summoned by Madam ji), the way the operatives planned the mission, the bravado of Rishi Kapoor and his elite status in Pakistan, the sets and the atmosphere, the camera angles (extreme close-ups of Rishi, his orange tinted glasses) and the excellent background score and songs. Everything works and works well…in fact the fact that there was an interval came as a surprise, had assumed there was none…
The second half proceeds a bit too much into unreal territory. Several things that couldn’t have been. Agents who decide to behave like filmy heroes (keeping the gun aside so that he can beat up the bad guy?), motivated by revenge, love etc rather than the cool, rational, mission-above-else operatives of the previous half. The excellently pictured song, Alvida for me was a highlight cinematically but the fact that it was there, a RAW agent going back to a previous hideout even though he was being hunted by the whole of Pakistan, shows where and why the movie slips in the second half.
I loved Arjun (one of his best performances), Shruti (plays a prostitute, with a scar that gives her a very authentic feel), Aakash (Chotta Aslam ko kagazi gulab soonghne ki aadat nahin hai) and the charismatic Rishi, who’s screen presence makes him tower over everyone else despite his height, a delight to watch. Everyone else is good, with a special mention of the music, populated by some excellent songs, and the grainy feel of the frames, which help give the film its biopic-like, tense feel
At the end of the day, good films make you want certain things for the film’s characters, be it the hero or the villain…here, despite its flaws, you are earnestly wishing for the right ending and hoping that the real Indian intelligence and political set-up showed some of the balls their screen version had, a sure sign that the film works overall…
103 comments:
Great review to read. Feels like watching the movie
A bonanza month for the industry.. Looking forward to Arjun's next... There is a yearning look in his eyes..Have admired his lean, lithe & lissome frame, besides his acting skills.. its significant..for a person to dwell in a healthy frame.. Yep, I know, beauty is only skin-deep..but then, there is no accounting for taste !! What more..he's got the names of his daughters inked on himself.. Stands tall, dark & staunchly handsome..meeting him would be a dream come true...passport to heaven !! (pun intended)
A bonanza month for the industry.. Looking forward to Arjun's next... There is a yearning look in his eyes..Have admired his lean, lithe & lissome frame, besides his acting skills.. its significant..for a person to dwell in a healthy frame.. Yep, I know, beauty is only skin-deep..but then, there is no accounting for taste !! What more..he's got the names of his daughters inked on himself.. Stands tall, dark & staunchly handsome..meeting him would be a dream come true...passport to heaven !! (pun intended)
Something's obviously wrong with my obsolete P.C..as I was saying... this one's gonna be a bonanza month for the industry. Am looking forward to Arjun Rampal's Satyagrah.. There is a yearning look in his eyes. Have always admired him for his Lean, Lithe & Lissome appearance, besides his acting skills. Yes, one should never go in for looks, but then, there is no accounting for taste !! It's important to dwell in a healthy frame :) He's even got d names of his girls inked on his body. Proof of a devoted father.. Perfectly fits the parameters.. Tall, Dark & staunchly Handsome... Meeting him would be a dream come true... Passport to Heaven...(pun intended)
Something's obviously wrong with my obsolete P.C..as I was saying... this one's gonna be a bonanza month for the industry. Am looking forward to Arjun Rampal's Satyagrah.. There is a yearning look in his eyes. Have always admired him for his Lean, Lithe & Lissome appearance, besides his acting skills. Yes, one should never go in for looks, but then, there is no accounting for taste !! It's important to dwell in a healthy frame :) He's even got d names of his girls inked on his body. Proof of a devoted father.. Perfectly fits the parameters.. Tall, Dark & staunchly Handsome... Meeting him would be a dream come true... Passport to Heaven...(pun intended)
One of d reasons this great country of ours is in such pitiful shape is that d streets are crawling with vermin who think they can get away with anything. People who laugh at d law.... Some judicial systems coddle criminals....
U've got mail.... where was I, cocooned in my own thoughts..how many eons ago? Oh yes, Arjun Rampal...chiselled, unusually attractive, strong jaw, dark eyes & a mop of thick black Deccan curls, olive skinned, with d perfect aquiline features of a hunter, honey oozing off a spoon & when he moves...it is like watching oil spread across a lake, smooth & fluid.... filling d tranquil soul with excitement & curiosity & hunger. Unbeknownst to HIM.
Oh...u got it!!! Superfast..
Arjun reminds me of smone.. A faaar away Sapient. There is aura of suave dignity about him. Beyond a shadow of a doubt d bearing of an aristocrat. A human fireball of charisma, athletic physique, compellingly attractive, chillingly handsome. Skin d same shade of cappuccino. His handsomeness as constant as d Sun. Unshakeable confidence...fit as a fiddle, focused & fun to b with. Blessed with movie-star good looks, that gait carries his height oh so well..a walking ball of energy & joie de vivre, a self-made man... & d sparkle in his eyes ohhlala!! Goodness emanates from him like light. There is a method in his madness... Makes me sublimely & ridiculously happy...talk about an understatement ! Next to him I fade away like a camera flash aimed at d Sun. It's easier probably for me to take a sanguine view from d bottom looking up, than it is for him with d world at his feet. He is so far above me, I get vertigo just thinking about HIM. See ? I'm dizzy going gaga. My already fuddled mind now needs Long Island Glass Tea ;) I'll drink about him. What a romantic I've become.... I take my hat off to HIM.....Sparkling Wine.
Was bibulous d other day.. I've made a besotted fool out of myself, desperate for longing, intoxicated with desire... why is human behaviour riddled with errors & inconsistencies ? What fools passion made of people !! Hah....
Now that d snowball has exploded...feels like millennia.. our association goes back 25 years, when I was still in my nascent stage n he looked luminous. . If looks could kill.... an unspoken hum of mutual attraction seemed to linger in d air..
He's turned out just perfect looking but perfect on inside too, courageous, visionary, long term thinker. His smoulderingly arrogant features. Knockout football player's physique. Type A man's man. A Trouper. .
Is there any madness in this world than this.. Well to b frank, he looked malnourished!! But I was moon struck & found him drop dead charming. Had so much in common to share n discuss. It was d zamaana of VCP & VCR,...when resources were limited. Friendship mattered..no room for status n money.. he was so reassuring, believed in me... i was this socially awkward teenager & then Clementine was lost & gone forever...Severed all contact, no letter, no forwarding address, no nothing... it was so hard to hold on to d truth. To separate what is real from what is fantasy....The heart can't accept d truths that d eyes see....Forlorn hope in perpetuity & my dogged perseverance continued... not for d first time, I reflect on how little I understood d workings of a male mind... rest of d story later..
After a few glasses of wine, I'm lethal... He has now clocked more air miles than a migrating flock of Canadian geese ::))
People like HIM r one in a million. His intellect towers over his opponents like a behemoth. Shall always b an enigma... hope his mojo never fades..
Attaboy is an eternal optimist. Cool, chutzpah, debonair...Not a worry in d world, not an iota of pride... Has an encyclopedic knowledge of his field. Good to see his passion for work. He's like a whirlwind, a force of nature, a kindred spirit.. This man's a piece of work. Replete with happiness.. A risk-taker...a turn on, adds to d thrill. May his fame n fortune multiply in leaps & bounds. Smthings uniquely compelling about Him..an innate masculinity that draws people to him like moths to a flame. Toned, trim, a walking embodiment of intellect n dynamite. My thoughts keep drifting back to him... Have I woken from an azure dream?? Still in a trance though. How to bring myself back to reality?? Am walking on eggshells. I lost him once, Lord, please don't let me lose him again...Not about to let history repeat itself.. let it not b a mirage..d anguish is unbearable..
Can barely contain my excitement. I close my eyes in d bliss of anticipated pleasure.. There was a connection between us. He could see it & feel it too...brought out his inner knight in shining armor. Magnus..je vous assure.. Looks younger, has a naughty boyish face, with no visible stubble & a Westernized hairstyle. Have met only one person with that confidence. That total, unshakable sangfroid..d cupid's-bow lips, so vibrant, so alive. He's made a cut..an Aryan descendant, darting gaze, his voice low, precise & smhow inviting, comforting to me..peering eyes that held u ...those eyes DO. The momentary sight of his bare feet had prompted an unexpected reaction.... I'm not looking to make myself out to b a saint. My thoughts r erotic n shameful...It has all accumulated inside me for many years & d effect of that accumulation can manifest itself at d most inopportune moments.. Ufff ...to get d same high..d edge of Desire.... pleeeease don't print..let it b Human to human
Mother hen off with her Chicken Lickens to d breathtaking flora..d place radiates peace, it's magical, majestic, idyllic...d scenery, d view.. a retreat. Blossoming pines, tranquil turquoise waters.. calm to b distilled from d brewing chaos.
D saga continues.....I had thought of love as a simple thing & people as easy enough to understand. Love that transcends time... Is that what love is ? To lose yrself completely ? Or does love make u more than u ever could b alone ? Does it add to who we are or take away from our identity ? These ate d questions & d answers are left for me to mull over.. He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him, his entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye..truest romantic hero... Sagacious fair weather friend can love two people in different ways.. why r simple things in life so complicated......
Saw d movie In The Mood For Love...it explores love, loss, longing.... wish could know d answer : What good is a love that cannot b indulged in, celebrated, danced & sung to ?? Should it remain a continued love without d labels & bonds that define a relationship ?? Why are we forced to stifle our feelings ?? I go through phases..at times feel blessed for living with such a divine love. I wish him well & pray for him. D chemistry I shared can't become nothing !! Shall enshrine d ideal within my heart, where it will thrive, to never fade away. To allow it to energise me & to feed my creative instincts... A divine love that is beyond all love.. Nothing beats HIS hotness...uninhibited, unpretentious, gutsy...Wonder why he doesn't he like to b loved & admired..
Maybe his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feelings - to manifestations of mutual kindliness. . No, I'm running on too fast; I bestow my own attributes overliberally on him.... In d past I"never told my love" vocally; still, if looks have language, d merest idiot might have guessed I was over head & ears.. should I shrink icily into myself; like a snail...after this sort of confession??
Now that d truth is out, d only thing to do is to brazen it out. D plot thickens..going to pluck up d courage... Nobody said life was fair, but it's surely not bleak anymore.. A capital fellow, it is astonishing how sociable he is. Its a vicarious thrill... he has that "let me eat u up, darling" look. What a bravura... Mr Blogger, I don't have words to describe d happiness he gives..it's always like d first feathering flakes of a snow shower. D storm doesn't subside...Ah! To lay pliant in his arms, am stupefied..my fire flushed cheeks refuse to get their original colour back, what vain weathercocks we are!! He is in his notty years, a period of mental vigor at which men seldom cherish d delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is reserved for d solace of our declining years. I can go on n on..u must e'en pay attention to my pleonastic gibberish.
Must b alarmed at my recent indiscretion & d disclosure I made of my secret feelings in a transient fit of passion. D sequel to my narrative..shall tell the tale leisurely. D return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him. He's turned out saucier, urbane & more passionate. Defying all odds, travelling around d world & romancing adventure is his passion. His return his made a jubilee to me. At times, conceals depths of benevolence & affection beneath a stern exterior in his upright carriage. He's as different as a moonbeam from lightning as frost from fire. My feelings for him is like d foliage in d woods. Shall be d source of my wet dreams..am no spring chicken.... Shall go to d grave a hoary n horny sinner. Yes, it does hold me back from loving smonee else; but that can't be helped. D way I feel for this guy stay with me just as strongly. I cherish my emotions. He's given a different flavour & taste to life..Ah! The scent of this man..
Have made silly spelling mistakes & grammatical errors in d previous para.. It's like time to b flitting. Where must I turn for comfort ? Thank smone for this site, have found a means to express..... My perseverance rewarded thus... He took a seat opposite mine, I kept my gaze fixed on him as if I feared he would vanish were I to remove it. He did not raise his to mine often: a quick glance now & then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, d disguided delight he drank from mine. We were too much absorbed in our mutual joy to suffer embarrassment. My cheeks aflame, lips stammered, every limb trembled...... He had a mischievous smile on his lips all d while, crazy aficionado!! He kept re-filling my container...., my appetite gone, could neither eat or drink, scarcely swallowed.. he rekindled my feelings. I let d tears collect on my lashes & then he laid his hand on my arm....... We were locked in an embrace from which I never wanted to b released. I tightened my embrace to a squeeze. Don't know from where I got such strength... He lavished on me d kindest caresses & tried to cheer me by d fondest words. My love consuming, was full of raw desire. It was visible to those mesmerizing eyes... Am struck during a tempest of passion. D few fleeting moments of love have made me feel so alive, rejuvenated & worthwhile... Though it's not d norm nowadays but love of such grandeur does exist...pure-raw-unadulterated-unconditional.. "Dare to dream a little bigger, darling" ..is what he meant to say... just can't continue....
In d spirit of honesty, I've developed v.non platonic feelings for Him. Immersed in d v.essence of Him, permeated by his spirit as by an ether. My ethereal emotions release as day dreams & night sighs. Every inch if me is sore..am so damnably fond if him.... When d Holy water goes in d truth comes out.. How wicked I am to let my mind stray.....d irony & pathos of my situation... .have spent so much time searching for answers...
There r nights when I feel melancholic, poignant, maudlin, wonder if it was just PMS. It's been too long, far too long.. Hymens can grow back in that time !! feel like a virgin, I want him so hungrily.. feel I'll explode, he has this effect on me, reduces me to liquid.. Damn... I shn't b saying all this... it's killing to have d truth exposed.
Am battling a growing emptiness that is gnawing at me from within. Unable to soothe d knot in my stomach. Bet my features have waxed so dim in his memory that he'll not recognize me... When will d universe conspire to get us together ?
He has awakened things in me that I had forgotten & repressed for years... Have put my heart & soul into my work, given of my life's blood to others, & work myself to d bone & had forgotten all else... But in His arms, I remembered how sweet it was to b kissed & how much sweeter still to b cherished by a man... I never wanted to b special, unless I've earned it.. Why was I not frightened to do that with him? To b so close to him, & to let myself take d risk of falling in love again. He had gently led me over d threshold into his private world, & I felt sooo safe with him..
Wish I had wings, could fly & b with him whenever I want... God..miss him like hell. It was d most wonderful day of my life, never been happier.. love him, like him, enjoy him, have fun with him, like talking to him, love sharing my work with him. Love his smell, infact, everything about him..d air above his head d ground below his feet. Life is sweet when he is around & always look forward to d good times ahead....
Am daily thankful for d choice Providence led me to make...
There r grains of truth in d wildest fables. He has filled d blanks of my existence. I have a pleasure in owing him so immense a debt. My thoughts might germinate & bear d fruit...
D truest love that ever heart felt at its kindled core, did through each vein, in quickened start, d tide of being pour. His coming was my hope each day, his parting was my pain; d chance that did his steps delay, was ice in every vein. I dreamed it would b nameless bliss, as I loved, loved to b; & to this fellow did I press as blind as eagerly. But wide as pathless was d space that lay, our lives, between, & dangerous as d foamy race of ocean-surges green. I dangers dared, I hindrance scorned, I omens did defy; whatever menaced, harassed, warned, I passed impetuous by. For glorious rose upon my sight, that son of Shower & Gleam...
My heart just skipped a beat. He is looking dashing is blue..with those killer looks & that smile (inviting lips) to die for.. want to grab him somehow..
OMG! Not again..another of his b/w photo.. He has every reason to be such a tease.. killer one & those curly locks & side burns. My my !! Going week .. dripping with juices... Ufff yeh dooriyaan..
Dark colours enhance his handsomeness. Looks super cool in black.. wow element.. just saw... miss him... love him.. adore him....
Given that he is d planet's most affectionate life-form. Metoo no less! Have never ending legs as Deepika Padukone & Jessica Alba's lips .. that don't lie...
Bas main, raat ki tanhaye aur meri kitaab....
Night flight to Venus... neend meri..sapne tere..to phir main kyun jaagoon ?
Khwabo mein apne, bunti ho sapne tere... kaash...
My face lits up like a sunbeam when I think about him. Feel like swimming in the shower. As a result of deeply ingrained value system have maintained the dignity & sanity of the relationship.. At times tend to go a bit overboard & go berserk too... Oh to fling my arms around him.... He is breathlessly handsome.. tall.. attractive..witty...intelligent.. it's part of what makes him so special... why do I remain dissatisfied greedy and restless ?? Ain't up for early sainthood..with this irresistible pull towards him . He's a kind of Man you could talk to and hold on to and count on and laugh with and I'll admit have blossomed since he has arrived in my life.. You pay a price for the people you love in life... he is miles away..... You don't just find someone. It's a rare and special thing and happens only once in a lifetime... am so lucky... I should respect the power of mind d over the body but when passions over-rule...one is helpless..
Aa phir se bichar jaane ke liye aa... renjish he sahi...
He has obviously moved up in life.. Idolised by almost every adult in the country.. Wondrous.. .. There is a kind of magic to the man, a childlike glee, a magnetism in his eyes that held one spellbound. It was a heady feeling just sitting there beside him. Made me feel like a woman, not a work horse.. !! He was watching me too closely. Maybe he could see the loneliness I always camouflaged so well. His eyes seeming to caress my face. There is something so damnably beautiful about the man. Lean, long beautifully muscled flesh & limbs. The trill of being with him & making love to him.... ..... .... am human too, with real needs, believing in happy unions... shall end up an aging vestal virgin :( :( :( ... Feel like taking an off & go on n on about him.. listen to my intuition & pay attention to my dream..
The dark under belly of the internet, where Anonymous' comments show deep-set and buried desires... ..... & so, i picture myself as Marilyn in The Seven Year Itch,... light a candle, & pick up this crinkle paged nove..l. A scattering of rose petals and a drop of lavandin oil to aid circulation, to override anxiety, ease muscular aches, to detox and draw out toxins while I wallow. Then pity those fidgety power showerers as i sink beneath the suds because it's the bather who will win out in thd end - wrinkle skinned ! Blissful feeling in my own private world. Don't want to break the spell of being in a bubble of intimacy.. prolong the moments of serenity. The night is young and the music gentle... The blood surges through my veins in a musical symphony and I sway to the song of my soul.. love is intoxicating..The gypsy within me is cajolef out by the sensations aroused by romance. The presence of a Special person, the thrill of an admiring glance (in my imagination).. I throb with the beauty of the experience.. Now i realise the futility of setting limitations and contemplate the past - What If ... ... ?? A short life of passion's better than a long, cold life...
It is rarely that the pleasures of imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness... Insouciant silence...
Listening : John Denver & Remembering Him : You fill up my senses Like a night in the forest. Like the mountains in spring time. Like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert. Like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses, come fill me again...
Venus gives Him a rare glow... He is Poetry to Life... ... .. .
There are days (& nights) i have to pour Cold water on myself, to curb my horny-ness... Four times a day..
The Man in him brings out the Woman in me. He is simply oomphalicious... Miss him like HELL...
The eternal optimist. The ace of trumps, has such savoir-faire. Nothing compares to Him..
The eternal optimist. The ace of trumps, has such obvious savoir-faire. Nothing compares to Him.. Yummylicious.
He has this - Come-hither look... simply irresistible..
Yeh raat yeh chandni phir kaha, sunja dil ki dastan.. God! I just can't stop loving him.. Tired of waiting forever.. Hope hope hope is all i have...
Is raat ki subah nahi. . . aayega..aayega..aane wala aayega.. Ummeed par duniya kayam hai. Usne kaha tha..
Last night I celebrated His homecoming... Sipping wine and singing to myself in my husky voice... Can get his positive vibes from such distance..
His sparkly eyes makes a woman gasp for breath. He deprives me of solitude without affording me company. Was sooo alone last night with His thoughts..
His sparkly eyes makes a woman gasp for breath. He deprives me of solitude without affording me company. Was sooo alone last night with His thoughts.. Aaj jee chahta hai sab keh doo..
His sparkly eyes makes a woman gasp for breath. He deprives me of solitude without affording me company. Was sooo alone last night with His thoughts.. Aaj jee chahta hai sab keh doo... You know, in films, in a play or a book, you are very much aware of the graph, the beginning, the middle and the end.. Destinies are entwined and yet forever joined.
Want to be kissed by Mr. Charismatic....
Mr. Knockout looks fabulous. He's God's gift... His smile illuminates his entire being. Bathes me with warmth and life while inspiring my soul to blossom...
Mr. Knockout looks fabulous. He's God's gift... His smile illuminates his entire being. Bathes me with warmth and life while inspiring my soul to blossom... Nah.... Too senti kinds.. His thoughts itself make me orgasmic.. His touch gives me goosebumps..
His thoughts itself make me orgasmic.. His touch gives me goosebumps.. When nothing but his picture can describe what i feel.. Privileged...
Simple joys of life...
Eyes turn misty as i relive this experience... It was a moonlit night, getting as comfortable as I could, I lay down on the mattress and clung to my pillow very tightly and settled for the night.. And then the thing happened, as I had imagined in my fantasy. It was even greater..and the feeling grew and grew-until finally I burst...
Jerking suddenly awake, I lay very still for a long moment, trying to figure out what had happened... Moving my hands down between my legs, I felt my warm wetness on myself- and on my bed.. Frightened and alarmed, I leapt up, felt for a cloth, and wiped myself off.. Then, sitting there in the darkness, my fear was slowly overtaken by embarrassment, my embarrassment by shame, my shame by pleasure, and my pleasure, finally, by a kind of pride..
Had this ever happened to any other woman ? I wondered... Though I hoped it had, I also hoped it hadn't, for perhaps this is what happens when one really misses someone..I thought... But i knew that I would never know, for this experience and enen these thoughts weren't the kind I could ever share with anyone.... Finally, exhausted and exhilarated, I lay down again and Appu rv, soon fell into a mercifully dreamless sleep...
But I know that I would never know, for this experience and even these thoughts weren't the kind I could ever share with anyone.... Why such distance between two people ? A sob wells up in my throat but I fight it back.. tears of frustration..
I wish I could stop thinking of Him... Can't fathom what has happened to so destroy my mind.. I Though I often lay awake half the night, restless with such thoughts, lay numbly, in a kind of stupor.. Couldn't keep from reliving (what a crude way i've put in my account).. Where ever he is, the longing to hear once again the sweetness of his tongue.. He never ceases to amaze me.. The urge to spring up and be in his company is most irresistible.. Someday...
I wish I could stop thinking of Him... Can't fathom what has happened to so destroy my mind.. Though I often lay awake half the night, restless with such thoughts, lay numbly, in a kind of stupor..drifting into wakefulness and sleep.. Couldn't keep from reliving (what a crude way i've put in my account...that's the best i could get out of myself. Unable to write those delicate fine feminine expressions.) ... Where ever he is, the longing to hear once again the sweetness of his tongue.. He never ceases to amaze me.. The urge to spring up and be in his company is most irresistible.. Someday... Each day's new sun gives me renewed hope.. No! I would not allow myself to act this way. Too old to weep and wallow in self-pity.. Help me endure.. But i do pray His heart would soften..
Looks svelte and sensuous in this picture I hold in my hand... Teri to latt lagi yaar..
Tasweer dekh kar bas guzara kar lete hai, na jaane kab dee-dar hoga.. Inteha ho gayi intezaar ki.
Dil tumko hi chaahe to kya kijeeye.. Beintehah, beshoomar.. Yeh mohabat nahi to kya hai ??
His eyes slipped down to the gentle curve of my breast, softly encased in...
His eyes slipped down to the gentle curve of my breast, softly encased in... I clambered in beside his natural fragrant body and ran my finger down his vertebral column to his coccyx... I stiil wanted to bite the sole of his feet. Lick the soft skin inbetween his toes..
Has a classic strong face and the self-assurance that comes from proven success.. Kismat se mil gaye ho, mil kar juda na ho... ....chahe jo tumhe dilse, milta hai woh mushkil se....Aisa lagta hai, bewajah se zindagi mein, jeene ki wajah mil gayee hai....
I love myself for being in love... Uff tera badan....
Nowadays all these romantic songs appeal to me. Tere bina zindagi se shiqwa toh nahi...
I think i need to show myself to a gynecologist... Every time I think of Him, my nipples become erect...which is most of the time...while bathing, driving, watching a good movie, listening to songs, when am out amongst nature..doing household chores... It's only in school that am completely focussed..
Inspite of the AC being on, I get up in the middle of the night, at this hour, with sweat over me Why ? Does someone forget to remember me too ??
Dil kya kare, jab kissi ko kisse se...
It took guts to make this changeover from 'she' to 'I'.... Go bonkers at night. Aap bhi soochte hoonge 'this woman has compltely lost it'..
& the only sounds i can hear are made by the toads and the insects and the night birds tonight... Being off by myself also gives me more time to sort out my feelings for Him. I had a dream from which I always awakened abruptly in the darkness, acutely embarrassed. I would have died of shame if there had been any way for Him to suspect even remotely that more than once it had been Him about whom I had had the wet dream. It was as if That Moment had been a dream, I'd had once long ago. Or was I still asleep ? And if I was, would I ever waken?
Lo phir meri neend ka imtehaan, Iss baar bhi khabon mein layengi aapko.... ...... Mere Sapne vich aaunde ho tusi har roz. Saari raat menu sataande ho tisi roz...... ...... Ban k aanso tumhari yaar phir umadd aayi, phir wohi shaam, wohi dard, wohi tanhai... ..... Bas dard detey raha karo 'Mohabbat' barhti jaege...
I feel overwhelmed with my love for him. Spent .... and at peace with myself. This Book has this spell on me. How lycky I am to have something..
How lucky I am to have something.. When someone shares something of value with you and you benefit from it, you have a moral obligation to share it with others..
But has no comparison to the actual thing...to be held in His arms and kissed passionately... Miss those enticing sexting (fast and furious) and intimate conversation..to share my dirtiest secrets, darkest desires .. His voice... His touch... His feel on my skin... Am going crazy..
His physical attractiveness is at an all time high....na jaane mujhe kya ho gaya hai..can't take it any more...
Want to make love to Him with my eyes open... Would kiss the nape of His neck.. ..need to feel loved... Oh those treasured hours alone with Him.. I and my tears stained pillow miss Him..
He has the ability to charm a crowd with his speaking powers...
Aaye tum yaad mujhe, gaane lagi har dharkan....jab bhi...
Aaye tum yaad mujhe, gaane lagi har dharkan....jab bhi... Wonderful lyrics...sung by Kishore Kumar..picturized on Amitabh Bachchan in the movie : Milli....such an intense performance
He has given meaning to life, to love, to laugh, to long for...., to lust for..... Nice thoughts to begin a new week...
Such a feeling's coming over me... He's the nearest thing to Heaven that I've seen.. Those were such happy times and not so long ago, how I wonder where they'd gone.. Just like a long lost friend..
In His thoughts I froget about all my worries...
It's the love I've found ever since he's been around..
So aroused was I by his musky body aroma that he hardly heard the quavering in my voice... My smile grows wider and wider the more I remember - and I remember in plenty..seeping up from the recesses of my memory, came the recollection of The Day looong ago.. Find myself unable to resist the temptation.. To smell that aroma... .... ....
Wish he would reappear out of thin air one day ....
I hugged him so hard in my thoughts...did he get just so squeezed..
Country roads .... Take me Home... To the place.. I belong.. Dard-e-dil, dard-e-jigar, dil mein jagaaya aapne. Pehle to main saayar tha, aashique banaaya aapne... ..... Is dard-e-dil ki shifaarish, koi kar de jaa ke waha...ke woh mil jaaye.... .... Phir hath uthaa kar dua mangte hai...
After the summer break am feeling so free today.. Just Happy for Him. Us..in Future ...
Going to be more busy than the rest of the days.. Odd bank work. Curtains to be washed. Pots to be painted. Tubelight and fans to be cleaned. Never ending work keeps me occupied. Chio... When free shall come back again..
So long friend...
He's an example worth emulating...
It's said that there is a time and place for everything, but Sometimes you just have to be proactive and in overdrive to manifest things...
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