Lean Mean Khan uncle loves to go to college. He fights against his age, with the help of goaties and other yuppie jazz which can be broadly classified under 'brilliant make-up', but makes sure he does his college student act, every other year. He calls it, "being young at heart".
Lean Mean Khan uncle hates to give credit . "Only cash, no credit." is his motto.
Lean Mean Khan uncle never did an MBA from the IIMs. But he knows enough about strategy, planning and marketing to start his own Business School.
Lean Mean Khan uncle likes all the thunder. He would'nt let a soul steal his thunder from under his nose.
Chhota Chetan loves to write movie scripts and get them bound into books, the kind Bollywood finds inspirational, that is. Good for him.
Chhota Chetan bunked his classes at IIM when they taught him all about business legal documents.
Chhota Chetan likes to do innovative advertising, and believes in "controversy sells (books)".
Chhota Chetan wanted some thunder too, but again, they didn't teach him about thunders at IIM. So, he took tutions from Rakhi Sawant aunty.
Rakhi Sawant aunty is threatening Chhota Chetan that she'll go to the media as he did not give her rolling credits for his 'inspired' performance esp the "My Mummy cried" et al. She is hurt that Chhota Chetan closed his act with a 'sorry' to Lean Mean Khan Uncle, but no 'thankyous' to her. How mean!
Big Ba(l)d Chopra uncle has called in sick. He's caught a bad bout of 'shut-up-o-mania'. Somebody please send him flowers. He says he wouldn't mind tomatoes and eggs either. He likes to have omlettes for breakfast. Anybody listening?
The 3 of them were last found laughing and singing "heehee ulloo banaya sabko!" and dancing their way to their banks.
No prizes for guessing who the real idiots are!
Happy movie watching, peeps! :)
update: I watched the movie yesterday. Some of the bollywood hits are beyond any logic, I say.. just like most other things in this world. Sigh!
The gross delivery scene had me screaming "Whaat eej eet?" for their every "Aaall ees well"s. WTF was that? A vacuum cleaner improvisation of Salaam Namaste?
My vote is for the book. Though I feel the book and the movie are of totally different leagues altogether. And they taught us at school that apples can't be compared to oranges.
Btw, I must say the Chatur version of Venkat was quite a killer. He got me howling, alright! :D
Wondering aloud: Why are Raju Hirani movies so friggin' preachy, all the time? Mebbe it works, for he serves it with a pinch of humor.. err salt.. and.. whatever his trademark formula is.. Good for him!