TOP 10 MOVIES OF 2012 (Hollywood & Bollywood)

TOP 10 HOLLYWOOD MOVIES OF 2012

NOTE: As of this writing, I'm yet to watch Zero Dark Thirty, Django Unchained & Les Misérables and I won't be able to watch them till next year. Hence, I haven't been considered them while compiling the list. Also I have considered the movies of 2012 only after the OSCARS. Hence, I haven't included The Descendants, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and J. Edgar.

10. Chronicle

Starring: Alex Russel, Dane DeHaan, Michael B. Jordan

Director: Josh Trank

Released: 3rd February 2012

Three high school friends discover an alien object underground that gives them slowly-developing superpowers. Soon the fun of their abilities takes a darker turn and their friendship is pushed to the brink. This is a found-footage movie. The two main characters have acted well. It’s an inventive script, creatively shot and they were wise to focus on the character they did. 

9. The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

Star Cast: Martin Freeman, Ian McKellen, Richard Armitage

Director: Peter Jackson  

Released:  14 December 2012

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey introduces us to the world of Bilbo Baggins, who mirrors the most innocent of sentiments which lie locked up within the depths of our heart. The audience falls in love with Bilbo because he is scared of the unknown just like us. What makes him a hero is his spirit, which makes him embark on a wide-spread journey for the search of faith and adventure.

Peter Jackson has made another almost flawless masterpiece. He captured the feeling of the book and transcended it onto a screen. Of course, it was not solely his credit. The acting was amazing. The 48 fps was a touch of technological wizardry and worked perfectly. The chemistry between actors was more than just the obvious. You could actually feel their interactions and live the story. Yes, it was that good.

The first installment has set the pace for a promising trilogy.

Talaash- The Aftermath

This is just an attempt by me to see what would become of Inspector Shekhawat. I liked 'Talaash' and feel that the audience must learn to appreciate different genres. Don't you go on dissing the movie when you are the reason movies like Rowdy Rathore, Singh is King, Bol Bachchan, Don 2 earn hundreds of crores. If you can enjoy such movies, you actually don't have a right to say a thing against Talaash.

It has been a month since I was given a two month vacation. At first, I enjoyed my time off. Roshni made sure that we could get back together, we could be 'us' again. As much as I appreciate whatever she is doing, somehow I feel nothing. No pangs of emotion whatsoever. I know that I'm not perfect. But nowadays who really is. I tried so hard to do the right thing and spend time with Roshni as if nothing had changed. Yet I couldn't. Nothing can be the same again. Not after what I witnessed. What I experienced. My beliefs are shattered. I can't differentiate between truth and lies, between good and bad and especially between living and dead. The episode with Simran is the turning point of my life.

I saw Karan last night. He just kept staring at me. Roshni thinks I'm going crazy and wants me to meet some parapsychologist Dr. Dalvi residing in Delhi.  Fenny recommended her that doctor and I'm done listening to that old hag. But just for the sake of Roshni, I'll be making a visit to Dr. Dalvi tomorrow.

We are sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Dalvi's clinic. The nurse comes out and calls a name. "Surjan Singh Shekhawat". I enter a big room with a  strange machine with wires connected to it at one end. I find Dr. Dalvi at the other end, going over a file.  

"Surjan, what can I do for you?" asked Dr. Dalvi. "Well, I have been experiencing some very weird things. I can hear people that aren't there and see things that aren't there" I replied. "I need to run some tests in order to find out what is wrong with you. So, follow me please." And I followed Dr Dalvi.

After countless tests, finally the doctor said "For your last test I am just going to check your Psychic Energy Count by taking an X-Ray of your brain." 

Once the tests are done, Dr. Dalvi calls Roshni and me to inform that I'm Clairvoyant and Empathetic. "Well, Empathetic means that you can feel other people's feelings, wants and desires that they don't want to feel and being Clairvoyant means that you are responsive to psychic forces and you can see objects and events that can't be perceived by the other senses." Dr. Dalvi concluded.

It has now been a year since I found out that I was Clairvoyant and Empathetic and I'm able to control my abilities. I've met many such ghosts who need to be helped so that they enter the Ghost Realm. I help them. I've lost my job as my ex-colleagues found me mentally stable and wouldn't work with me. I have no  regrets. I get to meet Karan regularly and feel good helping the helpless. Even though things aren't going well with Roshni, I'm content with my life the first time since Karan's death.

Jab Tak Hai Jaan

WARNING: Violent stuff. Read at your own risk.

I made sure to arrive at Inox early. While I had booked the show for 'Jab Tak Hai Jaan' show online,  I was notified that due to the server being down, the reservations had to be done by personally coming at the Box Office. My Hummer pulled up at eight o'clock on the dial of my Tag Heuer. I stepped out dressed in a black dress by Valentino, shoes by Prada, Versace glares and wearing Clive Christian perfume. I approached the Box Office, eyeing a group of layabout fatties. Moving past them, I stood in front of the queue.

"Hey, do you work here?" one of the fatties asked.

Enraged that anyone would think I would stoop so low as to work in sales and that anyone would think someone with my body, tan and clothing would even conceive the notion of so much as taking a measly internship at such an establishment, I managed to keep my cool and tell him no.

"Then the line starts over there," he said, pointing at the end of the queue. I conveniently ignored him.

For the next half an hour, I stood in front of the Inox box office watching people through my Versace glares. There were two hot dudes, a tall muscular guy and a short haired lean guy with a long neck, that turned me on. Suddenly, three of the fatties from the group behind me came up to me and started to hassle my stake as the legitimate first person in the queue. One of the fatties, the shortest, wore a cheap basketball shorts that he might have taken out of a dumpster and a v neck tee that revealed too much of man breasts. His sight alone angered me.

"You are not going in first. We are here since seven thirty", the fatso argued. 

I tried to remain calm, even though they had touched my last nerve and somehow kept my hand away from the pocket knife in my Gucci purse.

Nothing Lasts Forever

"You are still not listening to me. I have ten more minutes and then I have to be at home." Zeba said, still glaring. It wasn't that she didn't like Varun, it's just that her home wasn't the kind of home you'd go telling someone about. Her mom would kill him and more importantly her, if she brought him home. And Zeba was the first person to tell you she got enough drunken late night beatings from whatever boyfriend her mom happened to drag home that night. She loved him, even though he always got under her skin and pissed her off. She looked at her watch, hell bent on not giving in, but with each passing second, her resolve grew weaker.

Varun watched Zeba. He knew she couldn't hold out much longer. He also knew that she was the most stubborn chick in Mumbai. He'd complained about this fact a million times to his older brother Siddarth, who'd encouraged him not to give up. He'd explained it as, "Chicks, bro, chicks just have to know that you'll be there, no matter what. Especially Zeba." Everytime Varun thought of  all the hurt Zeba went through everyday, his resolve to stay with her would become stronger.

Zeba heard something she couldn't argue with. He blurted out her biggest secret and used it against her. Hearing from someone else what she has to go through at home, brought out a rush of emotions she wasn't equipped to deal with. Zeba was the type of girl who pushed down her anger and fear and hatred, seething in it, until it consumed her and then she would go bonkers. But lately, she has had a harder time diffusing. She blamed Varun and her growing attraction to him for this. Cursing loudly, she ran past him screaming "WHAT PART OF 'NO' DIDN'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Zeba went to her home where as usual she saw her mom with another guy. She was pissed but had no clue what to do. On such ocassions, she found peace in praying. She would pray for hours, asking Almighty to rid her off her problems and keep her sane, till she fell asleep.

She woke up with a very bright light outside the window. She saw Varun standing outside. She opened the window, hair flying with the wind, a cold shiver shaking her body a little.

What Goes Around, Comes Around

'Look your enemies straight in their eyes. Let fear overcome them. Let them know that death is near. Oh yeah, if they keep staring at you, gouge out their eyeballs and eat them. Then fuck them. And once you are done fucking them, fuck them some more. Let everyone know that we are the shit. A shattered world is what they will get when they mess with us. Just make sure you lot save your assholes from them unless you want your anal cherry popped. Tonight we get revenge. Tonight we finish what I started years back. Tonight we kick the fucking invaders out of our land. Tonight 'The Partisans' shall taste the ultimate victory.' Rannvijay, the leader of The Partisans, wraps up his speech and heads into his tent.

Partisan #1: Man, that was some speech by RV. Can you feel the blood flowing in your veins? I feel as if I snorted a whole kg of blow into my nose. Im psyched.

Partisan #2: What a speech. If I liked cock, RV and I could be something.

Partisan #1: Stop it, you despo. I don’t get it. You’re a good looking guy, you could get girls. Once we are victorious, you can have any piece of ass you desire.

Partisan #2: I wonder what made RV so determined and cruel. You know every person is born with emotions. Only when your life goes through turmoil, your emotions go for a toss and you become less human.

An old partisan joins them.

Old Partisan: Well, I have been with Rannvijay since he started this rebellion against the invaders. I remember him as a kid. Always playing and messing with the other children. He was a naughty kid. But things can't always go your way. It hurts me to see what has become of him.

People start to crowd and urge the old partisan to tell them the entire incident.

The partisan takes his time and sits in a cross legged manner facing his younger companions. He lights a pipe and then starts telling them the true story of Rannvijay's past.

A Good Day Gone Bad

My name is Ibrahim Khan. This was the start of it all, the end of my career, the end of my life. It was just another day of my life. Sometimes, life gets boring. Same story every day. It’s a nightmare. The day started as usual with the alarm clock ringing annoyingly. I got up. As a matter of fact, I sprang back to life to live my nightmare for yet another day. I have to keep going. I have expectations. I have these high goals that I have set for myself. I have to be among the elite club of the society. I need appreciation for the work I do. And I demand respect for the person I have become. I try to grab the cornflakes that is at the top of the cupboard. I'm just able to touch my fingers when I lose my balance and fall down. Well as they say, sometimes the goals you set for yourself can be too high and trying too hard to reach them can be dangerous. However, in the end, what matters is the result.

I manage to get the box of cornflakes, with a bleeding nose, only to find it empty. Ah, this is life. The power of getting up after failures is what make you a real survivor. I see a note on the fridge which reads: "We are out of cornflakes, honey. Buy some when you get home. You are in for a surprise, sweetheart. Love you always. xoxo." I have orange juice. Lock the door behind me. I walk down the street, with my bandaged nose and greet the neighbours who politely wave back. Same story everyday. Same faces everyday. I reach the bus stop. I see the Same old lady with her dog. She politely smiles at me and I smile back. Same routine

everyday. It's like a godamned movie. Only I have seen it a hundred times before and know exactly evry second of it. And this is boring. Very boring indeed. But this is my life. This is the life I've been living for years now. And now would be a very inappropriate time to complain as I'm about to recieve a promotion which would make me the Senior Managing Director of my company.

Second Chance

Sometimes it hurts to die, sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes it hurts to just stay alive. All one needs to survive is one person who truly loves him/her.

The world is a small place, there are no true lovers, there are no soul mates. He stares at the woman who once upon a time he thought was his world. He remembered the way his fingers would curl at the soft hairs just at the nape of her neck while they made love. He had delighted in her warm skin, her sensuous laugh and her ebullience. His world was shrunk into tears now. Tears for himself, tears for his wife, tears for the woman who had made his life a prison.