Weekend Insomnia Extended

3 hours of sleep and I am up and kicking!

Have been hearing about Mr. Bachchan's blog a lot off late and have read a few of his posts as well. Contrary to his image as a normal human being, I happened to like his write-ups, and thus, have added his link to my page! I had read that hes a nice orator, and I found out he writes equally well, so here he is, on my page :)

Just came back from a movie hall. Second day last show: Jaane tu...ya jaane na!

A lot of love and a lot of humour. Liked some performances a lot, like Naseeruddin's, Ratna Pathak Shah's and a couple more...and I found Genelia to be better than Imraan.

Quite a few times, the flick reminded me of Chetan Bhagat's latest of his trio, The 3 Mistakes of My life. Well, theres no similarity in the plots, but the story tends to get way too unbelievable at times and I felt the same when I was reading the book named above.

More than half of the people who I have talked about the book said it wasnt easy to digest some portions of the book as they seemed to be way too imaginary and I wudnt disagree. But why do we forget it was a piece of imagination, a piece of fiction!

And why do we read fiction if we cant digest a writer's imagination and if we cant imagine or visualise whatever he is trying to put across? Rather than pin-pointing such petty things, it wud be better and logical to read non-fictions!

Sweety.