A Movie review

Actually this is not a really a review,I am a movie buff alright,and so is my little sister.This is a pie of our discussion yesterday,and a continuation of that talk with those of you who have watched it.
We went to watch 'Guzaarish' yesterday,me and my baby sister.
For us,going to a theatre isnt merely walking into a mom-n-pop store in our pyajamas.Only after few friends have recommended a movie,we plan in advance,look up the newspapers for a suitable show timing,tell parents we wont be home for dinner on that evening,dress well,and set out in our car.Its our day out.So,of-course,just the act of going for a movie would mean having fun together.
And when spirits are as high,benevolence is in the air and it is difficult to detect subtle defects.
Coming to 'Guzaarish' now,I liked it.Hrithik and Ash were charming as usual,also,the aloo-chaat we ate at the theatre was delicious.
The movie was about the world's greatest magician Eethan Mascarenhas who had filed a petition for euthanasia,twelve years (or was it fourteen) after an accident which had left him paraplegic,and how he lost the case but won people's hearts.He also made a devotee of a student,who had come to learn his trade secrets.Finally,his beautiful caretaker nurse Ashwariya offered to grant him his wish of death and he offered to marry her before dying.'Guzaarish' has a liberal garnishing of melodrama and emotional scenes,a little bit of conspiracy,bit of villainy,song music and dance sequences,a fiery romance.Everything needed for a movie to do well.
After it was over,we were thinking if the movie could be a little shorter.
It could have probably got over when the roof of his mansion,leaked over Hrithik on a rainy night.Unable to move,he lay drenched in his bed the whole night.That could have killed the protagonist from pneumonia or something.My sister added,that, after he died,the disciple could have pulled the bedspread from under his feet,and that could have been the last shot..Which would have meant,a last grand shot,where the protagonist,who was 'the world's greatest magician' , lay dead with a light smile on his lips while his disciple,and all those watching,would be surprised by the last magic act,the endless length of white bedspread being pulled from under his dark brown bed-cover.
Would it not be a sheer visual delight?!
Just a little tighter editing and shuffling the scenes a bit,could probably have cast a stronger spell.

Drifted and Proud still

I set out on an evening,
quietly,
closing the door behind.

To travel far and wide,
alone.
I craved for water.

One cannot pluck others,
for this quest,
from their chores
They do not thirst.

So they are never led astray.
They do not drift
in the treacherous wild,
with a burning throat,
clueless,
starved and hoping,
till the very end.

And I fled
from the jeers,
of the pragmatic
and the boasts
of the boffo,
quietly closing the door behind.