How Sachin’s 100th 100 worked in Bangladesh Favor

Posted on March 17th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

Or How Indian centurions often help the opposition 

I generally refrain from writing on cricket. I believe there are million others who have taken it upon themselves to propagate the game with their own distinct styles. But I have been a student of the game for many years. My younger years were spent studying encyclopaedia entries of cricketers of past and present, and analysing the finer points of cricket. In fact, I could have an alternative career as a cricket historian (when I see one, I burn with inexplicable envy). Having boasted of my unaccomplished career in cricket, I will get on to what I want to say.

Since yesterday, electronic, print, and social media have been consistently overwhelmed with Sachin’s 100th 100. What many have not noticed is that India lost the match to non-favourites Bangladesh. During India-Sri Lanka match, when Virat Kohli and Gautam Gambhir were nearing centuries around the 40th over, I had tweeted how Indian batsmen nearing centuries conveniently and forgivingly dip their strike rates to reach the coveted three figure mark. During Australia’s dominant years in the world cricket, an Australian batsman once stated that the team management values an 80 off 60 balls more than a 100 off 130 balls. In limited overs cricket, strike rate is a key element.

However, Indian batsmen of all generations have safely learnt to slow done in the slog overs to complete their centuries. In yesterday’s match against Bangladesh, on a flat track with mediocre bowling, Sachin Tendulkar’s strike rate easily dropped by 7-8 points when he was in mid-80s. Ironically, that’s the stage when you up your strike rate to reach a commanding total. In fact, Bangladesh scored 135 runs in last 16 overs, while Indian could muster 80 odd in the last ten. If India thought, even 289 would be enough for Bangladesh (like a friend of mine to who I politely grudged that Sachin was wasting far too many precious deliveries), they were being foolishly complacent.

Sachin, during a press conference, said that if South Africa can chase 434 then any team can chase anything. What a statement! Does that mean you don’t push the score in the slog overs and be reduced to playing for your hundreds. Due to this attitude, India, unsurprisingly, have batsmen with most runs in the past two decades, but is not the most successful team! Unselfish teams such as Sri Lanka or Australia often get better due to the right attitude.

The team management has to ask players to put the team before self. A great example is Michael Clarke who during a recent Test match, sacrificed a rare chance to beat Lara’s 400, to go for the win. That is when he had 2 days of Test cricket left to play!

The selfishness of Indian centurions, especially during the end of the innings, certainly works in the favour of opposition, and we have a fine example from yesterday’s game.

Sorry Sachin. To me, win tastes better than milestones.

Review: The Alchemy of Desire

Posted on March 14th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

“Who can ever hold the essence of fire?
Who can ever know the alchemy of Desire?”

These words, inscribed on the grave of one of the principal characters of the book The Alchemy of Desire, do not sum up essence of the ambitious novel by Tarun Tejpal, but bring forth one of the burning themes that consistently needles its characters and readers alike.

The Alchemy of Desire, is a heady concoction of quite a few elements – a painful, sensual and endless celebration of love & desire, bordering on erotica but never invading it; a man’s struggle to create characters, plots and constant inspiration to blossom as a writer; a tireless pursuit of buried truths and unfolding them with alarming revelations.


Of the contemporary Indian writers (of what I have read, which is not many), Tejpal has his own distinct style, and I’m glad that he has stuck to that. The 517-page The Alchemy of Desire has a story that can be narrated in less than five minutes, and you would not have missed many details. Divided into various chapters, philosophically titled such as Karma: Desire, Artha: Money, etc, The Alchemy of Desire is a journey that needs to be revelled. Like a vacation on countryside that does not hold history but sight to behold, the Alchemy of Desire does not hold the pace and thrill of a brilliant plot (not to say it’s mediocre), but literary brilliance that has been applauded by the likes of VS Naipaul. In fact, the cover holds a testimonial statement by the Nobel laureate “At last – a new and brilliantly original novel from India”.

In a chick lit age, the novel could have been aptly titled “New Delhi-Gethia-New York” with Chandigarh and Jagdevpur in parentheses. Starting from Chandigarh, where the narrator is raised and realizes the fruits of youth, he moves to Delhi to elevate his career to newer heights. After unexpectedly inheriting a sort of fortune from his grandmother (who hitherto ferociously contests his unholy marriage to a Muslim girl), he purchases a hill house in the village of picturesque Gethia near Nainital. The author in reality has a hill house in Gethia which has been converted into a beautiful resort named Two Chimneys.

Quite truly, The Alchemy of Desire is bifurcated into two. In the first half, Tejpal forcefully focuses on his struggle as a writer. He once drowns his manuscript in Sukhna Lake, quite convinced not to add to the trash in the literary world. In one complete and audacious chapter, he diverts to explain the struggles of his grandmother who goes on to become a kind of godmother, equally revered by the politicians and villagers. The second and more captivating half of the book reveals the story of the former owner of his hill house, a white lady whose life is nothing less than of a soap opera protagonist. During the construction of his hill house he discovers a closet that is replete with notepads, holding an intriguing story of an American lady who conjures a profound magic on her reader – the narrator.

Tejpal has the vocabulary, the gift of playing enormously and consistently with words, and an appetite to explain a single sequence running into multiple pages. As a reader, I might not have the same appetite. The Alchemy of Desire could have been written in less than 400 pages without missing any action; but Tejpal’s flavour of writing could not have come alive. At the end, it is safe to say, that once you have taken up the task, you are going to devour the book.

For the lovers of the language, The Alchemy of Desire is a treat, and Tejpal a generous chef. He serves on time, never the same, and flatters the connoisseurs.  Tejpal also uses wit and humor to good effect though I feel he could have had more of it, especially in the second half of the book. One sequence when his wife and he are being transferred from Chandigarh to Delhi in a WWII trucks driven by two eccentric sikh drivers, will have you in splits.

Tejpal gives an overdose of sexcapades. At every encounter, the imagery is vivid, comprehensive but never the same. It runs into many words, but never superfluous. Very few writers manage to do that, and many, who know enormity of such tasks, do not even attempt.

With The Alchemy of Desire, Tejpal has definitely stamped his authority as one of the greatest contemporary writers. I itch to read his next The Story of My Assassins.

The Iron Lady: Movie Review

Posted on March 12th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

It is a myth that success comes with passion. The fact is success stems from vengeance. The endless need to be accepted, to be accommodated in the elite stable of legends gives way to success – and you need an iron hand for that. Thatcher by all accounts, was not a mere passionate political figure. She was a lady set out to prove herself, to vindicate her mind from the childhood accusations of being an ordinary grocer’s daughter. When vengeance makes you successful, it also makes you fragile, especially when you are a fairer sex, when you are being continuously hounded by clenching jaws of power-hungry male politicians.

The Iron Lady the film says too much at a confused tone. When a biopic tries to say too much in about 120 minutes, the audience are equally confused. Meryl Streep is fantastic, almost effortlessly impersonating the role of a woman who ruled at number 10 for 11 long years. The movie focuses as much on her state of dementia as it does on her youth and years in the office.

Thatcher was a hard working lady, very emotional, and moved with a Churchillesque air. When she was given the office, she moved into 10 Downing Street with a few lines from a famous poem, infusing hope but a dangerous promise. Years later, when her doctors asks her, “How much do you sleep?” she answers “4-5 hours. I sleep late. I always have.” When there is a conflict with Argentina, she escalates the aggression much against the liking of the US and her own party colleagues. She emerges victorious, gaining more popularity amongst British citizens.

Thatcher’s in power when the cold war reaches its heights but also fades away to give way to a new era. The Berlin Wall crumbles to unite the sisters. When woman power is taking over, with Indira Gandhi also holding reigns of the Indian Republic. When Europe is heading towards unprecedented unification with calls for a single currency.
Thatcher’s resistance to change with times also marks her downfall, when her colleagues resign from the party, leaving her all alone to face the uncertainly. Her career unfortunately ends with resignation from the office she took with high hopes and promise.

Thatcher is a different prime minister. She writes letter to the family of each soldier who attains martyrdom in the war against Argentina. She doesn’t mind shedding a tear when there is bad news. She is a different breed than most hard-hearted male prime ministers. But she turns weirdly irrational when she proposes equal tax schemes for everyone – the poorest and the richest. This blend of emotion and irrationality crumbles the vengeance that brought her to power. At one point, after your soul is vindicated, when you have that elusive acceptability, you need to give way to passion and bury vengeance for good– just to sustain the success. Thatcher falls terribly short of that.

Her later years are spent hallucinating, suffering from dementia, watching videos of her past speeches and family holidays. A pitiful end to a life well-lived.

The movie in itself tries to say too much. It would have been a better biopic if it had focussed on a phase of Thatcher’s life than drawing out the complete.

The irony of The Iron Lady is that it is not well-ironed.

Paan Singh Tomar: Movie Review

Posted on March 11th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

What is more heartening than Irrfan Khan’s outstanding performance in Paan Singh Tomar is that Indian cinema and audience has finally found space for biopic. Biopic is a staple in Hollywood where they rule the Academy Awards and leading actors yearn for their 15 minutes of fame by starring in biopic.

Coming to Paan Singh Tomar, an unusual hit for Bollywood, it is a mix of skilful direction (by impressive Trigmanshu Dhulia), crisp screenplay, interesting dialogues, commercial and art, and above all, one man’s will to take his performance to the next level. Paan Singh is about an innocent Indian army jawaan who sees dacoits as ‘Baghees’ (rebels) and Army as an institution that is different from the corrupt government. For him, there are Army officers who are corrupted and dacoits that are unconquerable by the police. Paan Singh doesn’t mince his words. He is gifted with an athletic body, perfect shooting skills and an insatiable appetite for food. This makes him a perfect candidate for sports division of the Indian army where he succeeds in breaking the national record and winning a ticket to Asian Games in Tokyo. Made to wear spiked shoes, he loses the race.

Paan Singh’s homecoming is more tumultuous, as being a part of the Sports division he is not allowed to fight the 1965 war against Pakistan. Seething with vengeance, he wins International Defence Meet after two years. He retires from the army after a few years, equally respected and repelled for his idiosyncrasies, and as shown later in the film, for leaving a legacy for younger sportsmen.

The second half of the film focuses on Paan Singh Tomar the dacoit, one that he is made into, after being duped by his elder cousin who is a self-declared tyrant yielding licensed guns and shooting hired goons on others at will. The mistakenly fearless cousin of Paan Singh declares a violent war against Paan Singh who is consistently refused help by the corrupt police and bureaucrats of the infamous Chambal Valley. Paan Singh finally, when his mother sends him her broken bangles, takes it upon himself to infuse justice in the lawless land. His gang, made up of peasants and people from all walks of life, kidnaps to add muscle to their cash coffers. Once revenge is taken, Paan Singh continues to rise. So much so that an aspiring journalist interviews Paan Singh so that he could be promoted.

Finally, like it happens in films and sometimes in real, Paan Singh is duped by a gang member, and killed in an encounter. For a man, who breathed loyalty, to be a victim of disloyalty, is as ironical as life can get.

The discipline of army, the lineage of Chambal, the fame of sports, the adrenaline of victory – all makes Paan Singh the man a unique character. Like in sports, you have to enjoy playing more than winning. And that’s how the film is. It’s only in the end, you know you have watched the stuff of legends.

Very well done Tignamshu Dhulia!. I hope your next production doesn’t have to wait for two years to release.

Think Right. Think Positive. Think when Needed.

Posted on March 7th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

I can still remember how as a kid I was asked to think a lot, think before I speak, think before I take up a task, think enough to score well, think about my career, think about what I eat, etc, etc. The fact is I am/was not alone. Right from the moment we are born we are conditioned to think; it’s an obligation to the most important tool we are born with: the brain/mind. ‘I think therefore I am’ is a formula everyone lives by and unfortunately falls to. We live in an age where if we don’t think enough, we develop an inferiority complex that we are lagging behind in the race.

Thinking is not bad. The fact is we can’t survive without it. The very fact that I am able to pen this article down (not literally; I am typing) is because I am able to think. There are three questions:

a) How much should one think? It’s different for all of us but there are alarming similarities in the urban population. The chronic problem is we think too much. There are apparently more than a thousand thoughts that strike our mind in less than a minute. And we can think of quite a few things from food to travel to the noise outside on the road.

In my opinion, one should be measurable in his/her thinking. Now that’s a very difficult task. Yogis attain controlled thinking, or as they say, the highest state of consciousness, after years of dedicated practice. So, how can we, the urban parasites, do that when we are perennially distracted and get swayed with emotions as easy as the grain of sand would with a slight movement of air.

It’s simple. We need practice too. For example, a simple reminder every morning the moment we wake up, that we will control our thoughts today, can make some difference. Another technique, even if sounds funny, is to put hourly reminders on your phone throughout the day with a simple message ‘Control your mind.’ It will irritate you first but you will be amazed by the results that come your way.

Most importantly, we should not aim to be a yogi. Keep it real. You will get one with a negative emotion at times. Let it be. But be aware that you are getting one. You would still be angry/sad/annoyed but you would have seen that first light (albeit dim) of consciousness. With practice, we will be able to be still when angry, peaceful when depressed, joyful when disappointed. As Buddha said, Nothing is Permanent. So are the difficult moments of life.

Measured thinking will come with practice. To begin with, every little effort is taking us towards a big change.

b) When should one think? That’s another problem. We can’t stop thinking most times. When we are at work and doing a task, we will think about hundreds of other things. When we are driving home from work, in a drive of 30 minutes we would have encountered hundreds of thousands irrelevant thoughts of past and future. It’s hard for us to meditate on the task at hand. Yes, I said, ‘meditate’ because that word does justice to our single-mindedness or mindfulness. Let me also put this way, there may be quite a few things that totally absorb you. For a dancer, his dance is meditation. For a singer, his dance is meditation. For a writer, his writing is meditation. For an artist, his painting is meditation. For all of us, orgasm is meditation too, when we totally channelize our energy to one single point.

Mindfulness of the task in hand is meditation. That means being in a state of mindfulness (or even mindlessness). These are the times when thinking is not required. Often, thoughts that strike us while we are carrying out tasks that we are programmed to do (like driving, having a bath, having food) are of past or future and unpleasant. Now replace these activities such as driving a car to driving an aircraft for the first time; having a bath to stepping into pool for the first time; having food by hand to using chopsticks for the first time. We can’t think of anything else, because these new tasks need our attention and focus. Then as we gain expertise, our brain starts multitasking because it finds some space. That’s when we create room for thoughts – which could be stressful.

Mindfulness of the task at hand is the only way to avoid thinking when it is not required. Zen monks are aware of every movement that they make, right from feeling their toes touch the ground at every step! Be Alert – that was the ultimate message of the Buddha.

Would meditation help us? Yes, only if done mindfully! My advise is to start with guided meditation, so that you train your mind before you take it upon yourself. You can download free guided meditations from Apple itunes. There are many useful ones. Email me if you need any. I would only be happy to help.

c) What should one think about? It has a simple one line answer. Think positive. Eliminate negative thoughts.
What’s positive? All thoughts that evoke happiness, joy, excitement, compassion, peace, relaxation are positive. On the other hand, all thoughts that evoke anxiety, sadness, annoyance, irritation, anger are negative.

Secondly, we need to know what we are thinking about is actually under our control? For example, you may think of a past event that evokes anger in you. That’s an irrelevant thought beyond our control. Eliminate it immediately without causing a conflict inside you. Tell yourself, it is past, it has already happened, I need to forgive the event, person and myself. Let it rest in peace. Release the agony of that even in one forceful exhale, if you want.

Don’t think about future. Like a good entrepreneur, who writes a business plan and gets back to execution, just write down your future objectives, and focus on the present because that’s all you have. Living in the now is the best way to get rid of the tyranny of thoughts.

In the end, we have to realize that thoughts are totally in our control. We are the command centre for all thoughts that further define the emotional state of our being.

Being at San Gimignano at The Imperial

Posted on March 3rd, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

The most striking thing about San Gimignano at The Imperial, to begin with, is its name, borrowed from the ‘city of towers’ on the hilltop in Tuscany, Italy, famous for art, cuisine and landscapes. San Gimignano could have easily passed as another beautifully done Italian restaurant if it was not for the food they serve. You would expect The Imperial to maintain the aesthetics of the restaurant and the staff to carry the same courtesy. Still it is the food that makes the restaurant and San Gimignano a hit.

If you are dining here in good weather, don’t even think about sitting in the covered area. Go for the beautifully done open courtyard with white settings. The soothing and uninterruptible sound of water in the background just makes it so romantic (pity I was there sight two men; the good thing was one of them was paying for it). I did somehow find the chairs quite uncomfortable and at a lower level than I would have liked to.

We ordered a few drinks, which are apparently sold with an unbelievable mark up. To eat, we ordered a pizza for all of us which I’ll pass. Coming to the main course, which offers some 8 dishes in grills, I finally settled for Sea Bass after a long discussion with a staff member. I was told that it is their signature dish. Well, it did not disappoint. Succulent and unadulterated, it was as Italian as it can be, of course, done in a way to suit my palates. My companions for the evening seemingly enjoyed their bit of griled chicken and prawns.

All in all, San Gimignano has great ambience and alert staff. Being in a Hotel Imperial, it is definitely expensive than an average Italian restaurant, but doesn’t prove to be worth it. Portions are really small. A main course grill item would cost 2500++. I’d say there are likes of Olive Bar & Kitchen and Smokehouse Grill in Delhi that offer quite fantastic Italian food at far less the price. But if you have the budget San Gimignano is worth visting once.

Amour: The pride of Hauz Khas Village

Posted on March 1st, 2012 by Harsh

Amour is undoubtedly one of the best eating out discoveries I have made in ages. Located deeply in the tiny and artistic village of Hauz Khas, Amour can be easily missed if it were not for frequent signage boards. You enter one of the narrow corridors on the left, leading you to a fragile elevator that clearly states a maximum capacity of 4! You reach the 4th floor, and again a narrow corridor with a covering of a Kerala houseboat like demeanour takes you into Amour. It’s not as tough a reach as I made it sound. Once inside, Amour offers you a terrace seating with fantastic seating around the boundaries and inside. The corners offer a vantage view of the village. We chose one towards the inside as that was quieter and had couches instead of elevated chairs. Secondly, it was close to the live grill.

Once you are charmed by the ambience and cool breeze (February is indeed a good month to be there), the crisp food menu offers Mediterranean food with a strong dose of Italian cuisine. I chose to start with Organic Chicken Soup, only because I wanted to spend a long evening under the romantic night sky. The Organic Chicken Soup was a slightly miser serving but was absolutely delicious. Second up, we settled for Grilled Chicken Breast and Chicken Fillet Bazaar, which was done in Lemongrass and Thai Curry. The former was well-done which is not my kind of food, but the latter was totally lip-smacking.

To round it off, we ordered a portion of the curiously named Great Tiramisu. My benchmark for measuring the success of a tiramisu is that how it fares against the tiramisu at The Big Chill. At Amour it did not match up. Simple. But I liked the presentation on a square platter with breadsticks and layer of cheese.

Given the ambience and live grill at Amour in a beautiful Hauz Khas Village, even average food would pass, but Amour offers great food with relaxing ambience. A meal for two would cost about Rs. 2000 (minus alcoholic drinks). Ciao!

Why Selfishness is my Favorite Virtue?

Posted on February 27th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

I have always maintained that selfishness is not a vice if you understand what it means. Selfishness certainly does not mean harming someone else to create a win for yourself. That’s called ‘cheating’ or ‘manipulation’. Selfishness is committing an act for your own benefit independent of the external people and factors. If it harms someone that may be a by-product of the act but not intentional or foreseen. The truth is that without being selfish you cannot achieve anything, yes, anything. For example, a candidate who makes it to a top B-School has edged out another worthy candidate. Has he harmed him? No. Should the candidate feel sad that there is another person who lost out because he made it? No. Without being selfish, you cannot even cure your fever, you cannot remain healthy, you cannot achieve success, earn money or even have a peaceful life.

Self before everyone else is a virtue in every way possible. You are the one and only one responsible for your own happiness and health. Yes, only you. Not your family, friends or partner. And I totally disagree those who blame others for their sickness, sadness or pitiful state. They perhaps don’t understand that only they are responsible for their own miseries. Moreover, they don’t realize that only they can heal themselves. No messiah is going to leap from a temple and miraculously cure them. If there’s god, it’s within you.

Such attitude is also understandable. Most of us are afraid to take our own responsibility. We are afraid of being without support. I remember I had a friend who used to pester me to accompany him for a run in the morning. I always used to go in the evenings. He would always insist that I accompany him in the morning. When I asked him why can’t he go alone like I do in the evening or come with me in the evening, he argued that he can’t go alone, and since I don’t go with him he is gaining weight. Unbelievable, but true. He was afraid to go alone and run, he wanted a moral and emotional support. To add to that, he wanted to blame for his weight gain. Till today, he doesn’t go for a run because he has some excuse or the other.

By taking responsibility of our own actions, we change ourselves for good. Traveling within is the first step towards a positive change. What do others have to do with our behaviour? Nothing. By constantly reminding ourselves that only we are responsible for our actions and state, we can understand how selfishness can come good for us.

I have come across a lot of people who make comment on others like ‘he only thinks about himself and his own good?’ the truth is that more often than not they’ll say it because they did not get any attention from that specific person. Why would that person owe attention to them! He would not have done any wrong to them, but they will say that because they have mental sickness. The selfish person is happy and healthy. He is living a fundamentally optimum and karmic life. He does not have any ill feeling for anyone, and he is not doing anything to harm them. A common example is a girlfriend nagging a boyfriend that he doesn’t find time for her. That makes him selfish because he puts his work before her, or worse his evening swim before her. What’s wrong with that? Has he harmed her or her expectations or need for attention has harmed her? If he works, he is ambitious, if he swims then he is maintaining good health. He needs a holistic life. He is selfish for his own good.

We live in a world where we are judges. A perfectly selfish person is not someone who would see a dying man die. He would help him just as much as any one else would. But every situation in life is not a matter of life and death, which we tend to make of it.

If you want to live perfectly, take care of yourself first. Once I read somewhere, ‘the best way to help a poor is not being one’. Is that selfishness? If we all take care and responsibility of ourselves, there won’t be any sickness in the world. And if we are healthy and happy, we will only end up spreading that around us.

Living for yourself is necessary and we need to do that. That does not mean harming others at all. If you live for yourself in the purest manner, you will automatically be helping others. The purest souls live for themselves by helping others when they only live for themselves. Confused? People like Mother Teresa, who gave up material pleasures, found pleasure only in serving humanity. She was serving humanity because she found pleasure in that. That humans were benefitting from it was an affect.

Visiting Neemrana Hill Fort, Kesroli, Alwar

Posted on February 21st, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

First, Neemrana Hill Fort in Kesroli is not on a hill, but a hillock, or a giant rock. It is a small fort, far smaller than the ones that you would sight in Jaipur in Amer and alike.

Let me jump to the property. I chose Neemrana Hill Fort in Kesroli for a weekend getaway because a) It was an impromptu trip and we got accommodation here b) It’s a 3 hour drive from Delhi and c) I trust Neemrana for its quality of service and experience (though I would deduct some marks after my experience in the so-called hill fort).
The check-in time at Neemrana Hill Fort Kesroli is 2 PM, so we left Delhi around 11. There were no great traffic jams on the way, we took two short breaks of about 5 minutes, drove at moderate speeds, and were at the property at 2:20. The route is easy to remember, but if you miss the last turn that takes you inside the village of Kesroli, you would take some time finding your way back.

Like the Neemrana Property in Neemrana Village, the one in Kesroli is a restored 14th century fort. When you see it, you are definitely exalted. We had booked a room called Deepika Mahal @ Rs 4000/night (plus taxes) for just a night, but in hindsight that was the right decision, as there is nothing much to do there.

When we reached there, we were shown another room called Nirmal Mahal, which was on the second tier of the Fort with a private terrace. The idea of having a terrace with sun on us, smooth breeze and panoramic view of the well-manicured countryside farms immediately made us want Nirmal Mahal (heavily recommended if you are going to Neemrana Hill Fort Kesroli) @ Rs 6500 + taxes. We would not repent this for two days.

On arrival, I settled for lunch buffet because the dinner would be served late in the evening and there was no concept of ala carte or room service (the rooms don’t even have a phone so you have to go out to look for a staff member every time you need anything). The lunch was terribly heavy. My stomach would be bloated for the next few hours. At Rs 550/person (plus taxes), it was expensive for a semi-hungry person. But since there was no food menu, I could not settle for say, a Rs 70 omelette or something like that.

Once settled in Nirmal Mahal, we had a short siesta to shrug off the tiredness, spent a bit part of late afternoon on the terrace (I read a book). In the evening, we ventured out to have a walk in the fields, but came back, as villagers looked at us as aliens lost in another planet. We thought it would be best to take a morning walk next morning to escape the gaze of thrilled villagers, but that was not to be!

So, back in the fort, we were entertained in a spacious open courtyard with traditional folk music and dance. About 5-6 couples sat along with us, and sipped alcohol from a temporary bar that was set-up nearby (Neemrana does not allow private liquor inside thereby making hell lot of money through food and liquor). I settled for a Kingfisher beer to evoke some burps from my acid-full stomach.

Once the dinner (which again comes at a price of Rs 700/person + taxes) is served, you can sit quietly in one of the many open space, and watch the beautiful sky. It is the silence of the palace that induces peace and relaxation in you.
The next day, we spent a few hours on the terrace (after a very crisp breakfast), absorbing Vitamin D through pleasant sun with a blend of friendly breeze that ensured the sunlight did not burn us. The stunning countryside view ensured that we also got enough of visual delight on a perfectly beautiful day, before lazily checking out at half past 12 to spend some time at Siliseth Lake near Alwar and embark on our journey back to Delhi.

To sum it up, Neemrana Hill Fort Kesroli is a more-than-good and quiet weekend getaway for Delhiites. For just one night, paying Rs 10,000 seemed expensive to us. That there was no food menu and all guest are compelled to have buffet and spend a bomb, seemed to be a cheap tactic by the reputed hospitality chain. There are definitely cheaper getaways around Delhi, but Neemara Hill Fort Kesroli does hold its own! Worth going at least once.

Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol. Reviewed late than never

Posted on February 16th, 2012 by Harsh Vardhan Dutta

It took a long time coming, or going in this case, to watch the 4th instalment of Mission: Impossible, arguably Cruise’s flagship film series. It was an impromptu decision late in the evening, and we made pretty much in time to get the top row in a theatre that had 25-odd people watching the film well into its 8th week here in India. That I’d been wanting to watch Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol for ages was the major reason that I chose it over high-adrenaline Agneepath or Spielberg’s War Horse. I haven’t watched the two so I can’t comment if I made the right decision by choosing Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol (let’s call it MI 4). MI 4 is at best average. It is a concoction of new age stunts with old age clichés, neatly divided into the first and second half of the film, respectively.

The plot like most thrillers is ages old. A bunch of secret service agents, led by Ethan Hunt, trying to crack a rebel who is hell bent on destroying the world by stealing the Russian nuclear codes. And of course, they do it against all odds, with indefatigable spirit, gravity-defying stunts, and inexplicable plans. They go wrong but come out right in the end. Not surprised? Neither was I. The bottomline is that MI 4 does not offer anything new. It’s the same old wine in a new bottle. You would enjoy Ethan Hunt climbing up and down the Burj Khalifa Tower (which is actually the new tower done by Georgio Armani), with acute precision even when his magnetic gloves fail to work on the 130th floor. He makes the impossible look probable. In the initial stages of the film, you have the multi-lingual Ehtan Hunt fooling Russians inside the Kremlin, literally leaving them hallucinating.

Cruise’s experience in doing such films lends it believability. An action/thriller is a success if it can make the audience believe in the unbelievable for its running length. MI 4 does, only partially. The part shot in India is completely shoddy, overrun with hackneyed plots, a spineless villain, and a very horny and unrespectable Brij Nath, played by Anil Kapoor. The character of a typical Indian billionaire is not at all like what Brad Bird shows in the dismal production. That they chose India as the spot for production is also senseless, as there is not Indian competency depicted. An Indian billionaire having codes of a satellite that could launch a nuclear device? I’ve never read anything like that. I think our moneyed guys have very different indulgences.

If you haven’t gone to the theatre to watch MI 4, don’t lose heart. Such movies are meant to be watched on TV.