A Movie And A Marketplace

Well I started off today thinking ill bust the balls off monster in law for which I unfortunately went because tanvi seemed to have an extra ticket. The movie BLEW. I mean I don’t think it could have gotten any worse…Jennifer lopez should realize that there are people who are good at multi tasking…there are people who can handle two careers at a time but she just isn’t one of them…she was an average singer…ok lets be fair a little more than average singer but she is the second worst thing to ever happen to Hollywood (the first being Britney spears)…I mean c’mon Robert luketic and paula winstein should know better…they first cast someone who I consider to be one of the acting greats in Hollywood namely Jane fonda and then they supplement her with someone who is barely an excuse for an actress…what were they thinking??? But strangely though there was one person in the theatre hall who was totally in love with JLO n what’s even stranger is that, that person was a she n what becomes more creepy than strange is the fact that, that she was a friend of mine. The very same friend with an extra ticket. She even went to the extent of admiring JLO’s neckline and *cough* assets.
I doubted the existence of the almighty every time a way past lame attempt to make the audience laugh was made……but a fun filled rickshaw ride after the film kinda made up for the rest.
But like I said the film is not the only thing im going to talk about today. Infact my main topic of discussion is going to be mohommad ali road...A world in itself and a very dirty one at that…my family took a CBI officer friend along with us to avail PARKING in no parking zones (u can only imagine the stares we recived). But one look at the gally I was supposed to enter and all I could do was look up and ask for divine intervention.the place was swarming with people…but that’s ok I can live with that what shocked the shit outta me was what they offered in their menu…..the bastards actually showed me a cage filled with the cutest partridges and asked me which one I would like to eat and that too whether I would like it with only masala or tandoori. Apart from that they also serve every possible organ (and I mean EVERY organ) of every possible filthy animal....and then to worsen things came IQBAL BHAI the fucker we had the biggest problem shooting with. The man just wouldn’t act n when he did he’d want to hurry stuff up. The bastard had the audacity to sit next to me and ask me if he could get a vcd of the film…well I don’t know about a vcd but there sure is some thing else id like to give him. So 4 phirnis,2 malpohas(excuse the spelling) and 1 iqbal bhai later(trust me 1is enough)…I realize that my stomach isn’t feeling to good...and every one knows that in a place like that a stomach upset is a predicament nothing can mitigate and sooo thankfully we rush back. What a day………a bad film with great company (and I seriously mean that), a screwed up dinning place with even further screwed up company except of course my family who helped me fight the boredom that is iqbal bhai (this may sound familiar to certain ppl) and a stomach upset.
Things couldn't get worse.

-shahvan