Vishwatma – Soul of the world !!!???!!!

For newbies, this was an epic movie of the early 90’sThis movie has some mind boggling performances from top actors of the day, like Sunny Deol and Chunky (remember me?) Pandey, Divya Bharti (who eventually died a mysterious “accidental binge” death), and Sonam (pretty lady but disappeared after this movie...). Anyway, the theme of this film has nothing to do with the title. It’s just a proof of the hypothesis that no man can really ever claim to be “Soul of the world”. Why someone should ever do that is a topic that we shall not deliberate upon. For now though, the story…

The movie begins with the arrest of Akash (Chunky “remember me….no?” Pandey) by Inspector Prabhat (Sunny “two and half kg heavy hand” Deol) and is imprisoned. At the time of his imprisonment, Akash’s brothers are killed by Super-villain Ajgar Jurrat (such a cool sounding name) played by Amrish Puri, and he vows that he shall take revenge on Prabhat by killing him. Meanwhile , Sunny has wreaked havoc with Amrish Puri's group.

Song Sequence: Vishwatma

The song goes something like this…Aadmi, Zindagi aur ye aatma, Dhundte hain sabhi tujko Paramatama, ye Milan jo karaye who Vishwatma. Loosely translated this becomes….Man, Life and Soul….Everyone searches for God. The one who unites them all is “Soul of the world!!! (Huh? Either I am thoroughly confused or academically handicapped to figure this meaning… :P )

Anyway, Super-villlain finds out that Sunny's weakness is his little brother and kills him. Sunny, shattered, renounces home and lives in a village. Dalip Tahil, Sunny's senior in the police force, tries to convince Sunny to return to Mumbai. But our hero is adamant that he will not leave.

Poignant Dialogue: Mera Police ke upar se vishwaas uth gaya hai!!!

Somehow our hero returns to Mumbai to fight the Blue Panther gang (Neelu brothers) masterminded by Ajgar Jurrat, who resides in Kenya. Sunny along with Akash (Chunky “u forgot me, didn’t you?” Pandey) sets out on his journey to destroy evil, on a “secret” mission to Kenya…..Jaambo!!!

Enter: Inspector Surya Pratap (Naseeruddin Shah) - the best, honest and most feared police Inspector in Kenya. Surya Pratap keeps watch over Sunny and Chunky during their stay in Kenya. Sunny and Chunky meet Sonam,(Chunky's bhabhi’s sister, whose husband was killed by Ajgar and who is also out to seek revenge on him) who also wants to destroy Ajgar. Chunky, Sunny & Naseer land up at Bubbles disco, where Sonia’s (Ajgar’s daughter) birthday is being celebrated. Meanwhile, Divya Bharati gets a job at the disco as a singer and dancer.

Song Situation: Saat Samundar Paar

One of the most remarkably popular songs of the time, Saat Samundar features a gorgeous Divya Bhatt dancing to her beau Sunny. The song 'Saat Samundar Paar' went on to be awarded unofficially as, the ‘most favourite introductory song for Antaksharis’ in India. The intro music is interspersed with a lot of African beats, which I must say are reminiscent of the 90’s. One thing unmentioned here is, this movie not only had great music, but the background score too kicked a**. Crappy scenes are always supported by excellent, fast paced, peppy, loud background music throughout the movie, keeping your mind at the edge…

Subplot: Shrewd & “Tharkee” Tapaswi Gunjaal (Gulshan Grover - another cool sounding name), son of Ajgar & owner of Bubbles disco, tries to molest Divya in his van on the pretext of dropping her home. However ‘Dhai kilo ka haath’ comes to her rescue. Chunky is about to shoot Sunny but doesn’t get the opportunity as kaabil Inspector Surya Pratap turns up. Tapaswi and his mates flee. Why Suryapratap never bothers to arrest GG is left to audience speculation. Tapaswi is renamed / reincarnated thrice in the movie, as Tapaswi Gunjaal, Tapaswi Jholjhaal & Tapaswi Kangaal.

Chunky expresses his love towards Sonia, but is interrupted by Tapaswi who has followed them with his henchmen. He kidnaps Chunky and takes him to Ajgar's House. Sunny enters & saves Chunky by executing a stunt with his car. Sunny & Chunky become friends.

Meanwhile Ajgar tells Tapaswi and his son Naagdans (another really cool sounding name!!!) that the Blue Panther Gang (beware!!!) is arriving from with a gift. The gift is a “die of the 100 rupee note” which he can use to make fake Indian currency (ROFL!!!). They now claim that they can control the entire Indian economy from Kenya (Finance Minister Chiddu, u listening?). Delirious, he hosts a 'Bharatiya Ekta Divas' or "Indians' Unity Meet' inviting all Indians in Kenya to the meet. Uninvited guests Sunny, Chunky and Sonam escape through the bathroom window and disguise themselves. Upon arriving at Ajgar's house, Sonam introduces Sunny as Maharaja Bhookamp Singh and Divya Bharati as his wife while Chunky is introduced as Nawab Zafar Changezi.

Song Sequence: 'Dil le gayi teri bindiya, yaad aa gaya mujhko India’

Inspector Suryapratap, is coaxed by Sonam to binge drinking and he passes out and sings the above song. Sunny & Chunky meanwhile investigate Ajgar's house and find a box of 100 rupee notes. They keep one note (Why????) and come back to dance. Next morning using a magnifying glass, Sunny declares the 100 rupee note to be fake and thus the duo are convinced that Blue Panther gang and Ajgar are now in the fake currency business. (Forecasting & Patriotism at its best!!!)

At Bubbles disco, Sunny and Divya disguise as Maharaja and Maharani Bhookamp Singh but now, Chunky disguises as one of the Casino's dealers and comes to the table where Sunny is playing roulette. He gives Sonam a magnet that she fixes under the table on the very number that Sunny bets on thus making Sunny win all the money in the casino (Aila!!!). Sunny & Chunky are recognised in spite of their disguise by Surya Pratap. They tell Inspector Suryapratap that they want to fight evil and ask him for 48 hours to prove themselves and expose Ajgar. Inspector Suryapratap agrees.

Poignant Dialogue: Par agar kisi shareef insaan ki izzat ucchali gayi, toh main apne farz ke haaton majboor rahoonga ! Answer - Woh aapke desh mein shareef ho sakte hai Inspector, lekin ho sakta hai ki woh hamaare desh mein deshdrohi ho!!! (Waow...)

Next Morning, our heroes go to Tapaswi’s residence to collect their money. Chunky asks Tapaswi to count the cash. However Tapaswi, who has never been to school (eh?), finds difficulty in counting. Sunny steals the Die and leaves Tapaswi still counting money. The Blue Panther gang & Ajgar realise that they have been duped by Chunky and Sunny. Ajgar's vows to get the die back, yelling in frustration.

Poignant Dialogue: “Muje Die chahiye..DIEEEE….dieee ….dieeee….dieee”. (Lolz.. )

Sunny calls Ajgar and tells him that he shall return the die but Ajgar has to comply with his demands. Ajgar calls him to his residence where Sunny, Chunky and Sonam go. Ajgar reminds Chunky of how he killed all of his brothers. However, this is overheard by Sonia, who comes out shouting that she hates her father and brothers as they are criminals. Sunny throws the die in the air and shoots it thus breaking it into pieces (mind blowing scene!!!). Chunky holds Sonia hostage & manages to flee. Chunky & Sonia fall in love.

Song Sequence: Aankhon mein hai kya, tasveer teri….

Naagdans now complains to Suryapratap that Chunky has kidnapped his sister and he takes the inspector to the hotel room where Chunky has kept Sonia. He manages to sedate her and convinces Inspector Suryapratap that Chunky had not only kidnapped her but also molested her. (Too much!!!). Chunky is locked up behind bars. Sunny discovers this and confronts the Inspector and a fight ensues, which is stopped by the arrival of Mumbai Commissioner of Police( Raza Murad )who tells Sunny that he should behave and stop wreaking havoc. Sunny is arrested by the Kenyan police and locked up. Raza (Mumbai CP) arranges for Chunky and Sunny to be deported to India.

Later though, Suryapratap's little daughter Sunaina, recognises Ajgar's son as her mother's murderer. Suryapratap finds that he has been tricked by Ajgar. He rushes to the Airport to stop Chunky and Sunny from leaving. Now there is an amazing scene where, Suryapratap lands his jeep right next to the tarmac and waves at the plane to stop…but they are already flying off.

Subplot: A time bomb is placed on the plane to have them eliminated. But they fight their way out and escape by jumping off the plane on parachutes. Before jumping, Chunky wishes the pilot “Happy Diwali” …..Boom!!! The plane explodes…

Suryapratap, goes off alone into Ajgar's lair and confronts him, only to be captured and finds Divya Bharti,Sonam & his daughter already held as hostages. Simbo, Sonia's pet chimpanzee is sent to Suryapratap carrying Sunny's mouth organ .This leads Inspector Suryapratap to believe that Sunny and Chunky are alive.

Song Sequence: Toofan, Abhi aaya nahin hai woh!!!

A small tribal dance now takes place, which is utterly hilarious. It begins with the wicked Ajgar Jurrat yelling – Toofan!!! The song follows by some more tribal dance, which is funny and cool in a weird way. Sunny and Chunky now enter Ajgar's lair and the fight to the end ensues. They are supported by the Kenyan Police Commissioner, whose most prominent dialogue is : I understand !!! All the Villains are killed and the heroes are united with their ladies. Suryapratap agrees to marry Sonam. Hallelujah!!!

All is well!!! And so ends the Story of Vishwatma – The Soul of the world!!! Still figuring the title of the movie???

Remember this one?

I remember watching the rain from my broken window pane,

Dusty lanes of my crazy city where, the sun comes up again.
And i learn to fight my tears and grow up on my own,
I remember my barrack days, all the time calling me back home.
Home where my dreams are safe and sound,
Home where the music plays on and on...


I remember the winter chill on a grey afternoon,
Naked smiles of children dancing admist the diesel fumes.
And I learn to fight my tears and grow up on my home,
I remember my barrack days all the time calling me back home.
Home where my dreams are safe and sound,
Home where the music plays on and on.


If you happen to lose your way and...have nowhere to go
I'll meet you and I will sing the song about a home
A home that wipes your tears away and laughter never ends
A home for me...It'll always be...a home sweet home...
A home for you my friend...

Portugal for the Cup!!!

Yes I am rooting for the little nation of Portugal to win the World Cup this year. They are minnows, but in football, you never know....More posts to come, stay tuned.

Why I abhor the News these days!!!

Thank God the IPL is over. As "I try hard to be flamboyant" Modi goes overboard and throws accusations towards Shashi Tharoor and his ilk, its pathetic to see the media revel in the glory and obnoxious macabre dance to sensationalise the drama. IPL seems to be less about cricket and more about money, BIG money , no doubt. Sadly, it has reduced the "Cricket" to sort of a tamasha. I am not against the spread of T20 cricket, neither do I find the gyrating cheerleaders obscene (annoying might be a better term, distracting still better...). What I find absolutely detesting is the "outside" media coverage of the now acclaimed Tharrorgate saga.



First things first, lets get this clear. While many "patriotic" fans claim otherwise, yet the fact is that the BCCI is nothing but a "private" body handling present day. The Board of Control for Cricket in India, or BCCI, is the apex governing body for cricket in India, headquartered at Mumbai. The board was formed in December 1928 as the national governing body for all cricket in India. BCCI replaced Calcutta Cricket Club. It is a society, registered under the Tamil Nadu Societies Registration Act. The BCCI often uses government-owned stadiums across the country at a nominal annual rent. It is a private club consortium. Basically to become a member of a state-level association, you need to be introduced by another member and also pay an annual fee. The state-level clubs select their representatives (secretaries) who in turn select the BCCI officials. BCCI are not required to make their balance sheets public. In the past, tax exemptions were granted to BCCI on the grounds as promoting cricket was a charitable activity.



Huh? Charitable activity? What rubbish? I think the negligence of sports like Football, Hockey, and indigenous sports speak volumes as to how the game has changed the face of sports and become symbolic to sports. Incidentally, Hockey, the National game of India languishes miserably while India stands a shameful 126th in the FIFA rankings. And yet Cricket continues to be promoted under the “charitable” hood. Surprisingly, their clout is such that even ICL and other rebel leagues had to bow out with disgrace. While it is indeed appreciable that privatising the game has brought fame, glory etc., but the present crisis is more than just a mole. First came the match fixing saga and now this, with links further pointing towards the betting network in the country. Sad and shameful to say the least. That too, for a sport which is considered to be a gentleman’s game.



And the media loves to feast on such fodder anyway. What is abhorrent is the way the media is influencing opinion. Its disgraceful. I distinctly remember there was an attack on the IBN Lokmat office a few months ago. Hardly any media channel had captured the violence. One may say, every channel has a bias. Agreed, but somewhere in between the ethos of the media is lost. Today, media figures like Arnab Goswami, Rajdeep Sardesai, Barkha Dutt are all parley to the mindless sensationalisation of news. They out rightly decry individuals like Narendra Modi, Arundhati Roy, etc. I mean, who gives you the right to sway public opinion? Media is supposed to “report” news and I think that’s it. One cannot beat the opinion and nail it into the head of the viewer. Let the courts decide, let the public judge the individual. The media cannot and should not be biased against what it “feels”. When such a thing occurs, it is termed as “Propaganda”. And that creates a rift always in the public. The media in India, I strongly believe is “INCOMPETENT”, completely incompetent. Like a spoilt brat, it doesn’t know when to Shut the **** up!. And this has been proved not once but multiple times. The Mumbai attacks, the Riots, the Naxals menace, they all have invariably benefited due to the media. And worse still, is the “speculative” nature of analysis. Disgusting to say the least…



While one is free, one should also be aware of one’s duties. The media seems to have forgotten theirs. Its very sad that in a “free” country like ours, lack of responsibility has made these TV channels like rabid dogs on leash. They bark without caring a damn about the consequences, especially the damage it does to a person's image in public.

In the Summertime...

Been watching quite a few movies lately...Saw "Troy" and was thoroughly impressed with Achilles, and the character he potrayed. Although honestly, I felt Helen could have been more prettier, perhaps...but then that's wishful thinking on my part. Hard to believe we are in March already. Seems like the year is slowly whizzing past. Ever travelled on a train across India? You await a particular station and then you don't realize it, but the station you had been waiting for, has already passed by. It becomes a past and then you look forward to your next destination. Just the kind of feeling you get when you go for a picnic,only to realize, when you seem to have begun enjoying, time whisks you by. Something similar with Life, isn't it? College, Love, School life, youth everything seems to be moving fast. And then we wish that the good old days were back, isn't it?

J is goin off for a couple of weeks. Now that is going to get me quite depressed for a while. Umm maybe not depressed, but I wud miss J for sure. Get too used to J sometimes, and take things for granted. But then, that's just me...

Had a fairly fierce argument on a friend's blog in the comments section so much so that the section now seems to be filling with arguments and counter arguments. Strange isn't it, how we consider even our friend's blog space as our own amphitheatre, to express our views. 'Intolerance has grown high due to the tolerant nature of our society', she claims. Well, what can I say? If one comes up with an argument like that, I better keep my silence.

Saw bits and pieces of the Indian hockey matches on TV. Seemed good, that there were a fairly large section of people interested in keeping track of Hockey's happenings. Im sure at least one in every two kids in the country would claim Cricket to be our national sport. Yet, Hockey is our national sport although, the present state of Indian hockey is pathetic to say the least. We should follow the australian model of sports. Selection only through merit. And above all, grooming at a very basic level. Unfortunately not many in our nation of over a billion people look up to Sports as a career choice. And honestly, i wouldn't blame them either. The present state of sports is in itself deplorable. Is privatisation the answer? Time will tell...

Indian Premier League is about to begin in a few days. Looking forward to the Indian version of the EPL (well almost...). Feels nice to see the crowds supporting home teams. Only hope that this doesn't take regionalistic tones..

Summer seems to be kickin in already and the days are getting hotter. Hoping for  a decent summer this time around. I remember when we were kids, we used to pray for everything right from the Hot Summer to be mild, to praying for the Electricity to return when the fuse used to blow up. As of now, I guess we can restrict our prayers for a milder summer. Summer in the schooldays meant Holidaytime, Cricket in the hot outdoors, swimming in the deep blue seas ( they used to be blue back then), hunting in the jungles (for fruits and wild berries, did I mention?lol..) and above all Mangoes!!! Mangoes are apparently out in the market. God, when does the next one hit my taste buds. Im waiting...

The sea is at its best in summer. They say nothing beats the combination of the Sun, Sand and the Sea. Feeling the need of a nice outing, perhaps to the sea. When would that be? Hoping soon...