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    Reviews

    “A cerebral joyride”
    Karan Johar, filmmaker on REDIFF

    “Among the most charming and creative Indian independent films”
    J Hurtado, TWITCH

    ★★★★✩
    “You don’t really need a big star cast… you don’t even need a big budget to get the techniques of filmmaking bang on…”
    Allen O Brien, TIMES OF INDIA

    ★★★★✩
    “An outstanding experience that doesn’t come by too often out of Indian cinema!”
    Shakti Salgaokar, DNA

    ★★★
    “This film can reach out the young, urban, upwardly mobile, but lonely, disconnected souls living anywhere in the world, not just India.”
    Namrata Joshi, OUTLOOK

    “I was blown away!”
    Aseem Chhabra, MUMBAI MIRROR

    “Good Night Good Morning is brilliant!”
    Rohit Vats, IBN-LIVE

    ★★★✩✩
    “Watch it because it’s a smart film.”
    Shubha Shetty Saha, MIDDAY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A small gem of a movie.”
    Sonia Chopra, SIFY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A charming flirtation to watch.”
    Shalini Langer, INDIAN EXPRESS

    “Interesting, intelligent & innovative”
    Pragya Tiwari, TEHELKA

    “Beyond good. Original, engrossing and entertaining”
    Roshni Mulchandani, BOLLYSPICE

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    Synopsis

    ‘Good Night Good Morning’ is a black and white, split-screen, conversation film about two strangers sharing an all-night phone call on New Year's night.

    Writer-Director Sudhish Kamath attempts to discover good old-fashioned romance in a technology-driven mobile world as the boy Turiya, driving from New York to Philadelphia with buddies, calls the enigmatic girl staying alone in her hotel room, after a brief encounter at the bar earlier in the night.

    The boy has his baggage of an eight-year-old failed relationship and the girl has her own demons to fight. Scarred by unpleasant memories, she prefers to travel on New Year's Eve.

    Anonymity could be comforting and such a situation could lead to an almost romance as two strangers go through the eight stages of a relationship – The Icebreaker, The Honeymoon, The Reality Check, The Break-up, The Patch-up, The Confiding, The Great Friendship, The Killing Confusion - all over one phone conversation.

    As they get closer to each other over the phone, they find themselves miles apart geographically when the film ends and it is time for her to board her flight. Will they just let it be a night they would cherish for the rest of their lives or do they want more?

    Good Night | Good Morning, starring Manu Narayan (Bombay Dreams, The Love Guru, Quarter Life Crisis) and Seema Rahmani (Loins of Punjab, Sins and Missed Call) also features New York based theatre actor Vasanth Santosham (Bhopal: A Prayer for Rain), screenwriter and film critic Raja Sen and adman Abhishek D Shah.

    Shot in black and white as a tribute to the era of talkies of the fifties, the film set to a jazzy score by musicians from UK (Jazz composer Ray Guntrip and singer Tina May collaborated for the song ‘Out of the Blue), the US (Manu Narayan and his creative partner Radovan scored two songs for the film – All That’s Beautiful Must Die and Fire while Gregory Generet provided his versions of two popular jazz standards – Once You’ve Been In Love and Moon Dance) and India (Sudeep and Jerry came up with a new live version of Strangers in the Night) was met with rave reviews from leading film critics.

    The film was released under the PVR Director’s Rare banner on January 20, 2012.

    Festivals & Screenings

    Mumbai Film Festival (MAMI), Mumbai 2010 World Premiere
    South Asian Intl Film Festival, New York, 2010 Intl Premiere
    Goa Film Alliance-IFFI, Goa, 2010 Spl Screening
    Chennai Intl Film Festival, Chennai, 2010 Official Selection
    Habitat Film Festival, New Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Transilvania Intl Film Festival, Cluj, 2011 Official Selection, 3.97/5 Audience Barometer
    International Film Festival, Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Noordelijk Film Festival, Netherlands, 2011 Official Selection, 7.11/10 Audience Barometer
    Mumbai Film Mart, Mumbai 2011, Market Screening
    Film Bazaar, IFFI-Goa, 2011, Market Screening
    Saarang Film Festival, IIT-Madras, 2012, Official Selection, 7.7/10 Audience Barometer

    Theatrical Release, January 20, 2012 through PVR

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Reasons for being away: Nine films, One concert!

December 27, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

Yeah, this is what I’ve been doing as part of work over the last few days… Life can be tough you know… 😀

1. Karkash:
Was wondering what Suchitra Pillai was doing in that movie until the later half of the movie! 😀 Usually, if you’re watching a film about an oppressed rural woman, whose husband abuses and cheats on her, you expect the woman, especially in a festival film to
a. leave him. walk out on him, Astitva types.
b. take revenge on him.
c. cheat on him having an affair
d. kill him.
But this one, ladies and gentlemen, defies all standard rules of Indian parallel cinema and has a rather… er… ahem ahem… over-the-top solution…
e. She f***s his brains out and he becomes a good man! Waah! Just one more point to prove what simple needs men have… ha ha!

But I don’t think any woman in Indian cinema, has had the guts to shoot the lovemaking scene the way Suchitra has… Not even Mallika Sherawat! cuz, this one’s not about nudity as much as it is about passion! Hawt!!

2. Manasarovar:
Anup Kurian won a lot of critical acclaim for this one, including the Gollapudi Srinivas Memorial National award for Best Debutant Director. And you can see why.
It’s a very simple story of unrequited love and rural-urban disconnect shown with great depth and intensity. It can’t get more real than this. But Anup denies that it has anything to do with reality. “Entirely fiction,” he said.

Watch the movie and you’d think he’s lying!
Fantastic performances by Atul Kulkarni and Neha Dubey.

3. Tesis (Thesis):
This Spanish movie I went to watch at the Chennai International Film Festival cuz it’s directed by Alejandro Amenabar, the guy who made ‘Abre Los Ojos’…
And wow! Awesome… What seems like a script one would write in film school is fleshed out with great detail, with the suspense wrapped with reels and reels of mystery. A film student writing a thesis on violence comes across this snuff video (like the 8mm movie) and begins investigating, only to get drawn into the web of psycho killers who film how they torture and kill their victims. Not as good as ‘Abre Los Ojos’ but certainly worth a watch.

4. Well Tempered Corpses (Bosnian):
Can anyone else make films on death with such irreverence? Trust a war-ravaged country to do it. This one begins in a morgue with the docs on duty placing a bet on how many corpses will arrive that nite before 1 a.m. Four of them arrive and the movie cuts back to four parallel stories each of them about one of those brought dead. It cuts back to the morgue for a hilarious climax. All four stories are connected and you can’t help but go Wow!! It’s a commentary on the state of affairs post war… its profound, dark and gives a detailed insight on life and death in Bosnia.

5. Life is a Miracle (Serbian):
This one from the neighbouring country is the exact opposite of the previous film and good I saw them back to back. If the previous one’s is on a bleak post-war near-death scenario, this one celebrates life during war. It’s a classic, which has to go right up there with the likes of Life is Beautiful. The imagery is captivating, the love story is most passionate and director Emir Kusturica is a genious, especially the love scenes — the best you can ever find, outside of a porn film, ha ha!

6. Bluffmaster:
This had the best lines we’ve heard in a Hindi film of late. It’s a story told with refreshing casual coolness and a laidback pace. Where it falters is in the plot. Also, watching Bluffmaster, you can see the numerous nods to his sources of inspiration: Vanilla Sky, Fight Club, Jerry Maguire, Oceans Eleven, The Game and the local ones too: Sholay, Shaan, Do aur Do Paanch. There’s just one reason however to watch this in the theatre: Nana Patekar!! And Abhishek too does a wonderfully underplayed role. Rohan Sippy is a neat director, now he just needs a good script! Shridhar Raghavan is a good screenwriter too, his lines rock… now he just needs a good plot!

7. Kanda Naal Mudhal:
The best romantic comedy I’ve seen in Tamil in recent times.
If ‘Minnale,’ the story about two sworn enemies in love with one girl was any indication of what Gautam is capable of, then ‘Kanda Naal Mudhal,’ the story of two best buddies involved in one girl who is one’s sworn enemy, is ample indication of the phenomenal talent of debutant director Priya. True that she’s been aided by the best technicians in the business and she has a definite Mani Ratnam hangover (she was his associate) but Priya’s original style and sensitivity comes out in the face-offs between the leading pair, who have given mind blowing performances. Prasanna especially delivers the performance of the year with his now-subtle, now-intense casual performance, breathing life and love into a well-etched out role.
Must watch! Just forgive the mandatory heart-attack sentiment, derived from Mani’s movies and you will totally enjoy this film!

8. Vaah! Life Ho To Aisi:
Some one tell Shahid Kapur that he aint Shah Rukh Khan. He seems to be convinced that he IS Shah Rukh Khan trapped inside Shahid’s body.
This movie mixes Mr.India with Koi Mil Gaya and Ghost with Hanuman Chalisa and Indian mythology and thinks people will enjoy it even if it does not have a well-fleshed out plot.
So as a result we have invisible superhero ghosts who protect their family with the help of Yamraaj M.A. (Sanjay Dutt) a cross between Munna Bhai and some failed Brit actor, so much that when Sanjay actually appears at the end of the movie, you can’t tell the difference between the character Yamraaj and the actor!
Dumb kids will love the film… the others wouldn’t mind watching it on TV.

9.Sandaikozhi:
Why did I go for this movie in the first place???
Cuz my friend M took me hostage.
But it wasn’t all that bad BUT for that thing out there which is tall, dark and ugly as hell. He tries hard to act but that certainly aint his department.
But for this producer’s son in the film, Sandaikozhi is a film with wasted potential. The direction is pretty neat, so is the pace and the secondary characters. Now, if only it had someone else in the lead!

10. Zubin Mehta concert:
Echooz me, they said he’s a conductor… but he dint issue tickets for the show..
And he didn’t play any instruments, he just kept swinging his stick, making faces at his orchestra while it tried hard to concentrate on the notes kept in front!
Kuchi-aataruthukku evalo build-up ah? (So much hype for just swinging a stick?)
Lol!
Seriously, awesome show… mind-blowing to say the least… loved every second of the concert!
There is no better high than the one live music provides!

The Saarang blog!

December 19, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

For lowdown on the mother of all festivals, go here.
Very interesting.

"CAN Conquer CANcer" (or "Cancer is Conquerable")

December 19, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

Join the Blogsphere by livening up things in an otherwise bleak world; the world of a cancer patient. You can write prose, blog a poem, podcast your video/audio….

And for the 5 best thots, we have lots of prizes including an USB 128 MB podcast device, 350 MB hosting space, T-shirts, etc (Check out the Prizes link…). And what more, all entrants will get their Blogs featured on the Sulekha portal.

Contest extended till Jan. 10.

More details here.

Buncha jokers, absolutely!

December 16, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

My heart totally goes out to Ganguly.

This is no way to send off the most successful captain. His 40 and 39 weren’t great knocks, but they were pretty adequate given the batting position assigned to him, that requires him to drop anchor. He was only doing the job of a middle order batsman: To hang in there protecting the lower order from the bowlers and giving the batsman in form the charge.

I’m not exactly a Ganguly fan, though I did make a case for him earlier when he was sacked for inconsistency, saying that sport is played through emotions. It’s best enjoyed when you see players ruled by their heart having a blast. I hate to see an emotional side like India turn into a cold-hearted winning machine because a machine does not have a heart. It’s programmed. Sport aint about winning, it’s about character.

The sort of character Ganguly displayed when he removed his shirt … that was like him taking Flintoff’s pants off. The sort of character Venkatesh Prasad showed by striking timber after being hit for a six, showing the batsman the way back to the pavilion. The sort of character Courtney Walsh presented, without running the runner-out-of-his-crease out. The sort of character Dhoni demonstrated in his record innings of 183, blasting his way to the second highest score by an Indian… or Sehwag’s rule-breaking triple hundred or Lara’s batting flamboyance.

None of these unforgettable moments in sport were instances of classic science and applied formula. They were all feats of sportsmen playing their heart out.

The new team India is moving away from what has been the quintessential element of sport: Instinct.

The focus is on developing a standardised winning machine and importance of human and personal relationships seem to be taking a backseat.

People don’t seem to matter anymore. Nor does talent. It’s become like the military, where you train the soldier for war, standardise him, strip him of his individuality and make him wear the uniform that the coach wants him to. Incidentally, Chappell was raised in a military family.

Today, the team is a unit under command and players are kept on a leash. Players merely take orders from the boss/bosses. And cricket is becoming like a routine nine-to-five job with deadlines and targets. Players become soldiers on a mission to win.

So Pathan, with all due credit to his batting abilities, becomes the suicide bomber sent out right at the top order, Ganguly becomes an all-rounder, Dhoni is sent in at all possible slots, Yuvraj has a sword hanging over his head and Gambhir has coach Chappell’s hand over his.

The idea is flexibility, we hear. There lies the contradiction in the approach. Flexibility only makes for unpredictability, not for scientific strategising.

Though it might work for you initially, it’s just a matter of time before the opposition knows you’re gonna send a bowler in at No.3 or give Dhoni the ball at the bowler’s end. The shock value would ultimately wear out.

Also, let’s not forget that we’re just playing at home under favourable conditions. Flexibility here does not prove anything and on the contrary might prove to be misleading. Send in a pinch hitter at No.3 in South Africa or Australia and it might have disastrous results.

You cannot design a winning machine and a batting order that’s based on the same principle as lottery. Preparing your team for surprises is one thing and letting a player settle and specialise in a specific slot that suits his individual style is another. If you really wanted to play scientifically with a specialist for each position (as the selectors now pretend as they ask for a specialist opener), then you don’t mess around with the batting order under the pretext of flexibility.

The team management is doing well hiding behind the ‘Flexibility’ strategy, aided well with some promising batting by Pathan, Yuvraj and Dhoni but didn’t these guys always perform well, even when Ganguly was captain? Scrape the surface and you can see a team ruled by the whims and fancies of a megalomaniac coach.

A man who has the audacity to show the finger to the people of a country he’s come to serve (Can you imagine this happening in any other part of the world and the foreign national not losing his job?). A man with a grudge against the former captain. A man who knows to manipulate the clowns crowned as selectors — the failed cricketers who have their own scores to settle with the captain, their own agendas to push.

I don’t want to see Ganguly as captain again, now that Dravid is comfortably settled in the job and doing a pretty neat job of it but the least Indian cricket can offer its most successful captain is a decent exit. But there is a need to handle people with more sensitivity and understanding. Where is the happy Indian huddle?

Dravid is surely maturing into a fine captain, but I hate the coldness in his words when he says it’s a happy problem to choose between Yuvraj and Ganguly. Surely, that’s not how a captain backs his players. Pathan, Dhoni, Yuvraj and Dravid himself were all players Ganguly backed and stood behind: rock solid. True he has had problems with VVS Laxman but then again, Laxman hasn’t been the most consistent of batsmen either. (You can test that statement and compare his performance with Sourav’s own here.)

‘Divide and Rule’ has been one of the oldest strategies employed by the white man. Pity, we are falling for it all over again.

There’s something that’s pure and virginal about sport that is turning into a manufactured assembly-line ritual with military discipline. Now, it has become serious work.

All work and no play.

At this juncture, I find most apt, the words with which fictional sports agent Jerry Maguire signs off his mission statement — what his mentor Dicky Fox once told him: “The secret to this job is personal relationships.”

Apy days are here to stay!

December 16, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

I watched King Kong again last night and just loved it even more. And hated the sentimental portions just a little more. So those venturing to meet Kong, be warned of the mush quotient.

Meanwhile, the movie has opened to some deservingly fascinating reviews.

Rediff’s Raja Sen, who I met during IFFI, has the best I’ve read on the movie.

Samanth has turned in a neat review too. He seems to like the bonding between girl and ape.

If you head to Lazy’s site, you can see the pedestal he’s just put up for the big ape and his master resurrector.

Well, my own official review appeared today.

Considering that reviewers have been near unanimous about the movie, looks like the King is going to make your neighbourhood theatre his new home.

Thanks to Peter ‘Psycho ‘Jackson, King Kong rocks!

December 14, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

After watching King Kong, I can almost imagine Peter Jackson, many years ago, playing back a DVD of King Kong and then going on a destructive spree. He probably was taken to see a shrink soon after as his folks pulled a rug over his dark side.

I imagine so because ‘King Kong’ is the work of a child deprived of mischief. The way Peter Jackson unleashes the entire cast (including extras) from Jurassic Park, many others from The Lord of the Rings, other assorted creepy crawlies on a munch-fest apart from the big ape himself wrecking havoc running around the streets of Manhattan, you can spot the childish destructive streak in him: not only is he highly imaginative and violent, he seems to totally relish the chance to remake a cult monster movie into the ultimate monster movie and execute his unfulfilled fantasies.

The scene where the hairy hero rips apart T-Rex’s mouth with his bare hands and later toys around with the broken jaw with much delight is ample testimony to the above observation.
Peter Jackson’s King Kong first makes an appearance 70 minutes into the movie.

Till then, the director spends time making you believe its a movie about a filmmaker out to make his movie against the biggest odds, with a never-say-die attitude, almost making him likeable (blame Jack Black for that), as Adrien Brody plays a SRKish charmer-screenwriter who falls for the blonde, a product of last minute casting after just about everything goes wrong with the filmmaker’s wild project.

Though it makes very little difference to the proceedings, the first 70 minutes seem to have been written to take King Kong beyond the monster movie genre and stake a claim for a modern day classic with romance of Titanic proportions. Also the first 70 minutes is the only time the movie is pretty light-hearted after which things are no longer that funny, what with people getting eaten up every two minutes.

It works for a patient audience but King Kong fans might just get a little restless waiting for him THAT long.

Naomi Watts fits in perfectly as the actress who has very little to do apart from look hawt, run around trees screaming hard as monsters try to eat her, entertain Kong with juggling and look mooney-eyed into the beauty-struck beast’s eyes. Adrien Brody is cast well too for a neat role that, however, waters down to almost nothing. Kong himself looks sooo much alive, thanks to Andy Serkins, the guy who also did all the acting for LOTR’s Gollum.

With special effects that are mind-blowing to say the least, the dialogues don’t look that bad though they seem to be borrowed from a handy make-your-own-monster movie guide: “What in the name of God is that?” “Holy Christ” “Run” and a million other screams. Maybe its a waste of time to write lines for people being eaten up or chased by gluttony monsters. For a movie kids will surely watch, it has way too many people being munched and treated with contempt. Especially, the way Kong throws people, esp. women, around.

But there are also lines laced with classic Peter Jackson feel-good. Sample:

“There is a lot of mystery left in the world, waiting to be discovered,
all for the price of an entry ticket.”
or
“Defeat is always momentary.”

Otherwise, but for the fact that Jack Black is too likeable for a director who crosses over to wrong camp and the overdone bonding between the girl and the ape, the movie is a rollercoaster ride into heaven, hell and back, paying tributes to the classics old and new including Jurassic Park, Titanic, Mackennas Gold among many.

Peter Jackson might be psycho. But he is God of spectacle cinema.

These are just off-hand thoughts typed in a hurry. Read a more structured review in the paper on Friday.

I’m meeting him in 12 hours!

December 13, 2005 · by sudhishkamath


Goa Return: I got here before Fanoos!

December 9, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

After a 31 hour back breaking journey after the travel agent screwed me over by putting me on Mumbai-Chennai mail, I got back to the city during the lull before the storm.

Feels good to be back after nearly 20 days!

For those interested in snaps, I’ve uploaded my Goa-Mumbai pics here. Too lazy for captions now. Will do that if time permits.

Also, the He says, She says column has been updated.

Here’s the IFFI Goa coverage, just in case you missed reading:
1. IFFI Goa – Curtain Raiser
2. Reality Check: Indian cinema plagued by lack of scripts
3. New laws to deal with piracy: Jaipal Reddy
4. All of Goa is a carnival: IFFI begins
5. Crowds throng IFFI
6. Snapshots from IFFI: Goa diary
7. Golden Peacock goes to Iranian film as IFFI ends

There are a coupla more stories to be published. Will update them here once they appear.
And you can continue reading the Goa journal here, here, here, here and here. Or simply scroll down.

As you can see, I got working from the minute I got home! 😉

Episode 11: Women are ladies, Men are boys?

December 9, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

He says:

Men have always been simple people with simpler needs and basic instincts. (Thought bubble: Sharon Stone cross-legged pose *slurp slurp*)

Think about it. His evolution has been about simple discoveries: fire, food, land, etc. And basic inventions: bulb, burger, computer, etc.

And how did it all happen? Because he simply refused to grow up, he always kept the kid in him alive. The kid who never stopped asking questions, the kid always up to mischief, the kid who broke rules, defied convention. The kid who believed that the only truth was that he knew little. Though they might pretend it, men always know that they do not know it all.

Which is why men exhibit child-like excitement every time they discover something. They don’t lose touch with their innocence when they give in to impulse. They lie out of fear of losing what they really like. They fight for what they want and don’t stop at anything.

They do not want to be in control of everything. They do not want responsibility. They like to sit back and let women mother them.

Men know that for the sake of balance and maintaining equilibrium on the planet, it’s essential for them to let the heart rule. Because, women have taken sole proprietorship of using their head.

Besides, most women believe they know it all. They believe they are grown up, lady-like and take upon themselves the responsibility of raising a child as a mother or a man as his wife.

It’s almost like it is their purpose in life to manage their homes, their lives, their families and take upon themselves the responsibility and reputation of being “practical” and “mature”.

Women simply love to believe that they are in control of their life. They like to believe they are grown up.

So men simply let them believe so. Anything that makes her happy. Because unless she’s happy, how would he get his basic needs fulfilled?

She says:

Men just don’t grow up.

When they’re fifteen, attaching a tin to a cat’s tail is their idea of a sophisticated joke. When they’re in their twenties, they are convinced that water pistols even scores in ways debates cannot. When they’re in their thirties, they battle their children for play stations. Fifty? Sixty? Seventy? They still find gross sexist jokes hilarious. And at eighty, only a man will marry a twenty year old, and steadfastly believe that women are more attracted to wrinkles than yachts.

And then they wonder why women think they’re juvenile.

Why do women marry and date men older than them? Because men take so much longer to mature emotionally and intellectually. Date a man who’s twenty-five, and be prepared for bursts of kleptomania “because we thought it would be kind of funny if we stole that no parking sign,” random fist fights “oh yeah? You think your girlfriend is prettier than mine? Eat dirt,” and stupid spends, “Dude, I got, like, this totally cool new phone. Only, I can’t afford to eat for about a month now.”

So men invented fire? If women weren’t around to make use of the flames, they would have still been sniggering and pushing each other into the coals with `childlike excitement’. “Snort, snort, now it’s your turn to roast.” Luckily, their wives and girlfriends realised that the big, hairy thing in the fire needed to be replaced with real food, so dinner could be made.

Makes you wonder how far civilisation would have progressed without women.

Of course men like sitting back and letting women take charge. It makes their own lives so much easier. The thing is, women don’t mind taking over.

After all, women have allowed men to run the world till now. And just look at the mess their inner-children have created!

Sometimes, you just have to use your head.

Episode 10: What’s "one of the guys"?

December 9, 2005 · by sudhishkamath

She says:

If you have a sense of humour, you’re one of the guys.
If you don’t fall into a dead faint when you see a rat, you’re one of the guys.
If you like whooping it up on Saturday night with ‘the gang’, you’re one of the guys.

What’s with this ‘one of the guys’ nonsense anyway? It makes you wonder whether every man’s idea of the perfect girl involves visions in frilly pink who smile demurely — and that too only when there’s an exciting breakthrough, like Lakme coming up with a new lipstick colour — about three times a day. (The rest of the time, they are probably expected to look wide-eyed and virtuous). Girls who swoon delicately every time a frog croaks. Whose idea of a wild party involves Earl Grey tea and cucumber sandwiches spread with low fat butter.

I don’t know whether this is good news or bad, but sorry guys, women like this just don’t exist. And perhaps they never did. I, for one, can’t think of a single woman who’s the embodiment of all those dreadfully feminine ‘virtues’ that all of us are supposed to possess.
Because none of the women I know bake cakes and waft on a haze of vanilla all day. They just pick up their snazzy cell phones and order them.

None of them sit picturesquely and bat their eyelashes adoringly at the men, called in to wrestle with plumbing/ laptops/ cars. When they need to get something fixed, they either call a plumber/ geek friend/ mechanic, or pull out manuals and fix it themselves.

And none of them are “gentle, compassionate, introverted, submissive and yielding” — the terms commonly used to describe feminity. Honestly, think of the women you know, and try matching them with all those adjectives. (After you stop laughing, maybe you could drink a glass of water to cure your hiccups before you return to this column.)

The bottom line is, women, like men, are are a bunch of very different people. They don’t have a pack of similar virtues, and thank goodness for that. After all, where would you be without your women friends who slap you on the back and tell you not to be a wuss when you whine, and then tell you how to fix your ipod, and your life.

He says:

Yes, the lady wins this one. Hands down.
Of course she has a sense of humour to write whatever she did.
Because, the joke’s really working.
The floor’s sparkling clean. I’m just rolled on it laughing.

A friend of mine suggested a simple test: Make a list of different people who make you laugh. Oh, of course, there are so many women who do that.
But the point is, they don’t intend to. Which is why you laugh.
Call any girl a clown and she’ll frown.

Because, my friends, most women consider the word clown derogatory.
Tell a man that and he’s sure to laugh and say: “Guess what? You’re funny too.”
She’s also right when she says women don’t faint when they see rats. They just become one of them. Jumpy, hiding for cover, lest the frightful monster gobbles them up. Men consider it perfectly natural for rats to co-habit their eco-system and do remember that they are right at the top of the food chain.

And what’s a girl gang? Ooooh, I’m really scared now. Because, the girls are going to drink their guts out and fall over me on a Saturday night. Ha ha!
So what is this “one of the guys” thing men talk about?
Come on, you need to be among the guys to do that.

I could write a check-list of what we dream, lust and fantasise about all day and all night. But I just heard that the list would not be printable. Oh damn!

Men have simple tastes, they are colour blind, so they wouldn’t even notice if it’s a blue lipstick or a black one she’s wearing. So whoever said they like their ladies to be dainty in pink.
Men have basic instincts, let’s just say they are very very basic.

They can laugh at themselves, call themselves clowns, lech at every other woman and perfectly not feel guilty, catch a rat by its tail, get pissed drunk on a saturday night, sport a Salman Khan wardrobe every single day, hit on women shamelessly, make them laugh and be laughed at.
Now lady, if you can do this, you’re one of the guys too. Else, just snigger dismissively, saying: “Boys!”

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