Now let me get this straight – Shah Rukh Khan and family attended the star studded Drona premiere. And I quote, said “My kids and I liked the film a lot”. Dude now this is diplomacy straight out-of-the-box because I watched the very damn film last night and it was downright boring. Okay maybe not that boring, just a wee bit better than…lets say Love Story 2050.

And this is not my opinion alone; we were a group of five four and each one of us felt like we were being zipped through bad versions of Harry Potter coupled with Amar Chitra Katha. Had it not been for the 12 dollars (Rs. 530) shelled out for the ticket and the sheer privilege of being the only ones in a 300 seater cinema hall – believe me you, I would have certainly walked out.

Its not that I am not fond of Abhishek Bachchan, just like apna Hindi film industry I feel this motherly bond towards him irrespective of the fact that he is much older. And I really wished for his Drona to kick oh-look-I-am-so-gorgeous, Krrish’s firmly toned butt. Especially when in Dhoom 2 Abby baby ended up looking like a chaukidar in comparison to Roshan baba’s golden locks, 6 pack torso and jelly-like legs.

But such was not to be.

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Keeping with the motto of purchasing all things sexy, here’s another addition to my personal gadget store. And yes, like all others this one has a name too. So without further a due, boys and girls, I present to you Touchy aka The HTC Touch Diamond.

Why Touchy? Simply because it seems very much in-sync with my personal element – of being touchy (emotionally that is, not otherwise….dirty minds I tell ya).

Okay…now with digressing any further, here is the Touchy brief-up.

I had been eyeing this black beauty since June. The only two things keeping me at bay were,

a) The price at which it was being offered on eBay - $650 (unlocked). Too steep considering I bought my iPhone (First Generation) last December for $500 with delivery.

b) iPhone was doing all the jobs, desired and needed.

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Let’s cut the bullshit here: Singh is Kinng is complete waste of human mindspace. Nothing new though, most Bollywood commercial films are in the same league and yet I am cent percent certain that this Kinng is going to rule the Box office for the next few weeks or perhaps months (Heyy Baby and Welcome are perfect examples).

The deal is, we seem to have a thing for bad movies… not really bad ones, like Fool and Final and that other horrendous Riteish Deshmukh one (Kya Kool Hain Hum was it?), but somehow, our spam filter seems to hit a blind spot when it comes to a bad ones. Let me explain. We’re at a stage in our viewing pattern where the bigger and more grandiose a movie seems, the more viewable we automatically think it is. That’s mostly why we loved ‘seeing’ Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham. Forget the fact that it was a horrible movie as storyline and acting go. There was bling, and we were dazzled.

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It was a though choice - Will Smith’s pout or Imran Khan’s?

Ultimately what tipped the scales was that I was getting to see the newbie’s pout for only 70 bucks. So even if I didn’t like it, I could have easily walked out and not felt that my day was wasted, as the show was one of those illegally-houred 8.00 AM ones.

And guess what - I liked it. Not just the pout, but the whole movie. The cast was fresh, each character well-etched out and played convincingly. Although it did look as though Aamir mamu has sat bhateeja down and rehearsed each dialogue/scene/cut/frame/shot/flick of the eye a million times.

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Well the title pretty much says it all. And this is not my opinion alone, but that of all those who walked out of the film before I did - before the interval, during the interval and after the interval. As for yours truly, we would have walked out well before the (dud) finale (Question please, who makes 180+ minutes films nowadays?) but mum was sleeping so peacefully, I just didn’t have the heart to wake her up.

In my opinion the Bawejas made a small yet disastrous mistake – they got the lead hero’s name mixed up. In truth, the leading man is not papa Baweja’s beta Harman but in fact Archana Puran Singh. And I kid you not.

The only few genuine laughable moments which caused a ripple across the audience were courtesy Ms. Singh. Agreed her act was that of a cliched Sardarni aunty but when you are faced with squeaky machomaan, his super annoying lady love, chitrahaar of lifeless songs and a couple of si-fi crap tossed in for namesake – you will latch on to anything to keep yourself mildly interested. Never thought I would see this day – but Archana, thank you so very much.

Final words - debutant Harman Baweja’s love story is terribly boring. However, I do believe the new fella will survive Bollywood but duuuude, seriously take few lessons in voice modulation. As for papa Baweja, uncleji I think it’s time you filed for bankruptcy.

There’s something refreshing about a name like Inkfruit, and it’s even more refreshing when it turns out to be a site selling T-shirts. So these guys approached me asking me to review their site, and they’d give me a Tee in return. Now the request was seriously cute, and just because it was so refreshingly naïve and cute, I said OK.

So here I am, with Inkfruit open in another tab, and I’m thinking, ‘That’s called ideating’.

Don’t know how far something this specific will run, and these guys might need to come up with something MORE, but, for the time being, this is a great plan, and I hope it works. ‘Cause, you know, it’s just so cute and refreshing.

Some of the Tee designs are pretty cute and whacky. And these designs are submissions of people – you can do so too. Not just that, you can also vote and rate your favourite designs, and leave back comments. So it’s all nice and interactive.

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