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After Bluffmaster , I had high expectations from the Rohan Sippy and Abhishek Bachchan team. And so I went to see Dum Maaro Dum .  The stylised song at the beginning of the film braced me for a good experience. But after that it was one weird film. Not understandinggg ? I'll help you undesstand .  In terms of overall craft-logic, consistency, shooting style-it was all one big hoax. Anything happened anyhow.  Yet I liked it.  I used to hate it when these contradictions (?) happen with me. But I am wiser now. It helps me slice through the myth that we're qualified to talk about films. Very few people are. Even popular reviewers or critics are hardly qualified to make such judgment. It is horrendous when people pass off their likes and dislikes as good and bad and when that becomes fact or knowledge.  I love the myth about Rohan Sippy created by yours truly. That he is one laid-back, chilled-out guy. That he'll only do something when he wants to. Audiences be da...

It is only 9.48 am -on a usual day. I am at home as usual. And my mind has been diving with gusto from one thought to another.  A thought began rolling after reading one of the headings on the sports page - India, worthy champs says Australian media. A little while later, while washing the dishes, I was transported to another article that I had read a few days ago by Vivian Richards . He said that the Indian triumph at the World Cup Cricket, 2011, was a culmination of the result of the 1983 World Cup. It completely resonated with me. Coming from a foreigner, it also surprised me how he had captured the feeling, at this time- and that too his first thoughts. I hadn’t heard any other person articulate the same feeling.  Back in 1983, I had watched the World Cup Cricket on a black and white TV. This World Cup Cricket, in 2011, I saw one of the matches on an equipment non-existent in the public space in 1983-the laptop. Back then, the West Indies cricket team toured India imm...