Agneepath review : A sure winner. **** 1/2

A remake of a cult Hindi film which was a flop in it's time. A first time director. 3 actors who oscillate between brilliant acting and silly overacting. A movie about Bollywood-style violence.

I was skeptical. I'm not anymore. 

I know I tend to be lavish while giving praise but let me say this honestly : Agneepath ( 2012 ) is brilliant for so many reasons.

It is one of the best, if not the best remake I've ever seen.
Rather than go for a scene by scene remake, the creative unit ( director and writer ) have taken the basic theme of a child avenging his father's death at the hands of a drug peddling mob boss and redone the story entirely from there. The first half deals more with Hrithik's scheming rise to the top in Mumbai while the second half takes the battle from Mumbai back to where it all began - the small village/island (?) of Maandva. 
Iconic characters like Mithun Chakrabarthy's Krishnan Iyer ( who added humour to the movie ) are done away with and new villians ( Rishi Kapoor ) are added.


Iconic moments : There were many scenes that had the whole audience screaming in delight and sometimes awe/horror. A few of them which come to mind are  :
a) The poem that the school master teaches his hot tempered son and how it becomes relevant later on in the movie. ( Trivia : the original poem was written by Amitabh Bachchan's father and was the inspiration for the film's title. ) 
b) The death of the school teacher is brutal. The camera doesn't turn away from the chaos or horror of the scene. 
c) A scene where Hrithik 'questions' a police officer while driving. 
d) A scene where someone Hrithik cares for is literally being auctioned and the police are barricaded and how it is resolved.
e) The scene immediately following the 'Chikni Chameli' song. It's not at all what you expect.
f) The moment in the film where you first hear those legendary words "Vijay Chauhan. Poora naam : Vijay Deenanath Chauhan. Baap ka naam : Master Deenanath Chauhan. Gaav : Maandva." It's an amazing sequence with an almost rabid background score.
g) Hrithik having dinner at his mother's house.
h) The final battle.        

The very fact that Chikni Chameli, though being great, doesn't come in my Top 8 moments of the movie should tell you how much I enjoyed this movie.

Rishi Kapoor reinvents himself after 4 decades in Bollywood into a role noone expected and one he did amazingly well - an absolute lowlife indulging in child prostitution and drug smuggling. 
Sanjay Dutt's opening scene felt a little hammy to me but over time, you realise just how menacing and creepy the character is. By sheer size alone, he towers over Hrithik and is a great villian - both physically and cerebrally - to compete with. 
Priyanka's role is limited but she does well. Her smile and determined love for her man is endearing. 
Other characters like Hrithik's family and Om Puri are brief but well essayed, but give a round of applause to the man himself. 
Hrithik has outdone himself this time. Rather than try to emulate Amitabh Bachchan, he's decided to do his own take of a younger,more blood thirsty and manipulative Vijay Chauhan and it works brilliantly. I almost want to say "Give him the damn Filmfare trophy for the 2013 awards already". He's brought back the angry young man in style. 

The action is brutal at times, with very little to laugh about. The songs were okay, Chikni Chamile being the obvious standout , though the Deva song also was well picturised. Cinematography stood out both for the indoor scenes as well as the shoot in the village. Even in the few moments where light hearted banter prevails, you sense that the director is just easing his foot off the accelerator for a few minutes and we're soon going to be back to the thrill/rage/tension that envelopes the key characters. 

That's the mark of a really good director. Hats off, Mr Karan Malhotra. You've shown seasoned directors how a remake should be done.


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Me as an author


My fellow co-author, Mrs Meena Bhatnagar, said it best.
The euphoria continues.

Coming back to Pune was a double blessing for me.
I got to meet my old staff and residents ( more details in an upcoming post ) and also, I got to be a part of an experience I never thought was possible in my life.

I got to be part of a book launch as an author.



Urban Shots : Bright Lights and Crossroads was released in Pune on January 20, 2012.
The function was held at Landmark in Phoenix Mall in Pune, an amazing mall that by sheer size dwarfs any other mall I've ever been to in my life.

To put things in perspective, I was there for 5 hours with my friends and we didn't even get to see 20% of the whole mall.


Anyway, the book launch was a fun affair .
Moderated by Ms Lipi Mehta of dfuse.in, the panel included :

  1. Best selling authors like Paritosh Uttam and Ahmed Faiyaz ( both of whose previous short stories were premiered as short films at the event. ), 
  2. Upcoming novelists like Mr Jhangir Kerawala 
  3. A wide variety of first timers including Malcolm Carvalho, Anita Satyajit and myself.




There was an interactive session for the authors of both books after which came another first for most of us - the autograph session. Having signed endless case sheets over the years as a doctor, it still feels weird to see people coming up to you for a signature.Overall, it was an amazing experience for us all.
Now, coming to the most important part... how good are the books ?





I had the time to read these books as I returned from Pune and I can assure you - you will love these collections of short stories.
India really has a rich talent of writing - this is evident to all of us from the blogs we read everyday. Whether it is humour, heartfelt sentiments or silky prose, these books have it all thanks to the wide variety of authors and their unique styles. I really believe there is a great future for short story collections in India and the Urban Shots series has really tapped into a goldmine here.

The variety is all-encompassing :  Randomly selecting chapters from Bright Lights, these are the first 6 that came up.
  1. A couple cheating on each other with other lovers leading up to a hilarious climax ( Namita Nair's Double Mixed ), 
  2. A mom missing her child after he's gone abroad ( Ahmed Faiyaz's Across the Seas ), 
  3. The problems of having an uninvited guest everyday ( Pradeep Raj's Maami Menace ), 
  4. A love story with a twist between a security guard and an office hottie ( Meena Bhatnagar's Cats and Sponges ), 
  5. An American basketball star coming to an Indian barbershop for a unique haircut ( R Chandrasekar's The Peacock Cut ), 
  6. The best way to reply to the "you've won a million dollar" email scams ( Mydhili Varma's The Pig in the Poke

These are just 6 of the 29 wonderful stories in this book.


Speaking in baseball terms, if the first Urban Shots was a hit to first base and a good beginning, these two collections are absolute home runs. The variety of stories, the themes, the unique styles - I personally felt they all gelled together better this time around.

And early opinion online and from fellow readers seems to concur with my own. Readers I've interacted with genuinely did like the books. Of course, I'm gonna be personally biased to Urban Shots : Bright Lights as opposed to Urban Shots : Crossroads ( Team Chottu vs Team Kainaz, as I call them, based on the covers ) as my own story is in it.

The icing on the cake for me ? Well, my story  is specially featured in the book's official site. What more can an author ask for ?

The book is presently available online at a discounted price with cash-on-delivery options at Flipkart, Landmark, Crosswords and Uread.com

Happy Reading... do tell me what you think of the books after reading it.

Addendum :


I'm adding links from online sites as I get them, reviewing either the book launch or the book itself.

1. Bookchums.com




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Urban Shots : Book launch release dates

The book launch of the next two parts in the URBAN SHOTS series ( Crossroads and Bright Lights ) is finally upon us. Featuring both accomplished as well as first time authors, the Urban Shots series deals with stories from everyday life that we can all relate to and enjoy.



The dates and venues for the book launch are as provided below :


19 Jan 2012 - 7 pm, Landmark, Infiniti Mall, Andheri, Mumbai

20 Jan 2012 - 7 pm, Landmark, Phoenix Marketcity, Pune

21 Jan 2012 - 5 pm, Reliance Time Out, Cuningham Road, Bangalore


There are also possible events in February in Delhi, Chennai, Hyderabad and Goa which may coincide with the launch of Urban Shots : Love Collection.

Hope to see you all guys and gals there. It'll be fun, I assure you. I know all the authors, myself included, are looking forward to meeting you.


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New beginnings


She picked up on the fifth ring. Every single time, he chuckled to himself. Call it a crazy coincidence but she always picked up on the fifth ring.  How was that even possible,he wondered ? I mean, sure, he could hear the number of rings from his end of the phone but she would be hearing that tacky ringtone of hers, right ? Tum to Tehre Pardesi... Of all the songs in the world, she had to choose Altaf Raja !! The tragedy king of tragedy songs !! Heck, he thought, Altaf Raja himself probably had Bappi Lahiri as his ringtone.

"Hello?" he could hear the sound of traffic behind her. She was travelling somewhere. "Ankit Sir? Ankit Sir ? I can't hear you."

He smiled. He found himself smiling a lot around her these days. Nine months ago, he'd been the senior in charge of 'welcoming' her batch to the college. Of all the girls around in that batch of freshers, he never thought he'd develop a crush on her. I mean, there were prettier girls, there were richer girls... but as he had come to realise over the last month or so, there was only one Navya. Of all the girls in that batch, she was the only one who he felt truly comfortable with. They both shared the same taste in music and movies. She loved talking about any topic under the sun ( admittedly, not a unique feature but it was more fun with her ) . She was smart, yet knew not to be oversmart like some of her batchmates. Over the last month or so, they'd ended up going out in the same gang frequently as her cousin Dhanya was going around with his pal, Suresh. Still, today was different. Today was THE day. He wished he'd prepared better instead of banking on his own spontaneity to carry him through.

"Hi Navya. Can you hear me ?"
"Ya. I'm in the bus right now, Sir. But you tell..."
"Navya, listen."
"Ya ?"
"The new Abhishek Bachchan picture is releasing this week." He knew she liked Abhishek. He preferred Hrithik Roshan's new movie himself but for some weird reason, she liked Abhishek better.
"I know."
"I'd gotten tickets for it for Friday noon and I was wondering..."
"What ? I can't hear you ?"
"I said I have tickets for the new Abhishek Bachchan movie. Friday noon show. I was wondering if you wanted to come... "
"Sure. I'd love that. Awesome,sir."
"There is one problem. You'll have to bunk class. I know how important attendance is to you girls... after all, if you don't get 100% attendance, what will mummy pappa say ? Who will marry a girl with 80% attendance, na ?" he teased.
"Kya sir. That's not a problem. Priya will give proxy as usual, sir." 
"Call me Ankit, no."
"Ok sir" She giggled.
"Great"
"I'll come with Dhanya and meet you guys there then, ok ?"
"Uh..." 

He bit his lip. This was gonna be awkward."Uh, Navya ? They're not coming."
"Why is that, sir ?"
"See, I only got two tickets and I was thinking maybe you and I ..." his voice trailed off, letting her see the full implications of his statement. He waited a few seconds as the sounds of traffic invaded his ears through the phone.
"Navya ? You there ?"
"Sir... "
"Ya.."
"Don't think bad of me sir but I may have other plans on that day." 
"Oh. No. Not at all."
"I forgot all about it till just now. I have to meet a friend for some stuff."
"Ya ya.. of course. Stuff. Of course. I understand."
"In fact, I was going to meet him for that only now." Him. HIM ?
"Not a problem at all ya. I just had an extra ticket so I simply asked like that."
"Okay sir... Uh. I've to get down from the bus sir. I'll talk to you later."
"Ya, sure. Okay. Bye."

Dammit, he screamed inside his head. He'd made a complete ass of himself there. He should have found a more subtle way to ask her out. Now she knew and it would be really embarrassing when they next met. Damn !! What if she told Dhanya ? Dhanya would tell Suresh. Everyone would know he'd asked her out and she'd turned him down. Oh man. And who was this "him" she was talking about ? Had somebody already asked her out before him ? That would be just like his luck. To finally find a girl worth asking out and then find out some other jackass had asked her out the day before. 
What ya, God ? I don't even bug you during exam times nowadays. Just for this one thing I asked your help and you screwed it up. As it is, it looks like you have no idea what you're doing. Sachin isn't scoring his 100th century. All the good singers and artists you're taking and politicians you're leaving behind here. Anna Hazare isn't eating but his gang is growing fatter. Small small things like this also you can't manage to do. Kuch tho sharam kar... Do something right in the world.

The doorbell rang, interrupting his personal monologue. He looked at his watch. Wow. Had it already been 30 minutes since he'd called her up ? Time sure flew when you were in a rotten mood. He stayed in his bed, making no move to get up. 
The bell rang again. He already knew who it was. Mr Gupta had told he'd come by in the evening to collect the flat rent. At the third ring, he realised that he wasn't leaving and got up. Another long ring. 
"OK OK. Stop ! I'm coming." he called out.
Just as he reached the door, the bell rang again. "I SAID I'M COMING" he bellowed. 
Five rings.  Ironic. Very funny, God. He opened the door. "I'm sorry Mr Gupta, I really don't have the rent right now..." his voice trailed off.

She stood in front of him smiling. "Sir. I have two tickets for the Hrithik Roshan movie. Friday noon show."
He smiled , his mouth wide open. She continued.
"There is one problem. You'll have to bunk class... I know how important attendance is to you boys... after all, if you don't get 100% attendance, what will mummy pappa say , na ? Which girl will come for boys with 50 % attendance ?"
His smile had now broken out into a full fledged grin, but still his voice failed him.
"Arrey Sir. Tell fast. Just now, I got a call from a college mate also asking me to come with him for that chuk-aduuu Abhishek's movie. If you don't want to come, I'll call him and say yes."

The grin finally gave way to a laugh. She laughed with him. 
And just like that, all was well with the world again.

Well, except for Mr Gupta, who didn't get his rent money that weekend. 
He didn't return empty-handed though. He did learn a new fact that Friday. Apparently, the price of a tub of caramel popcorn, two ice cream sundaes and two large Pepsis was practically a quarter of his rent, he was reliably informed. 







 
 

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Bright Lights ahead...


The title is apt for life as it stands for me right now.

Life's come full circle. I wanted to end the year with a post of anger conveying my present state of mind, but some people are just not worth the anger. It's time to look at the bright side of a dark night... to see the beauty of a single glistening star in a long, dark and lonely night.


URBAN SHOTS : BRIGHT LIGHTS releases in January 2012. It can be pre-ordered at a discount price from the Flipkart link presently.

It's the second paperback book after Chicken Soup for the Indian Doctor's Soul which features a short story by me.
If you click to enlarge the picture and read the synopsis, I think you'll agree that quite a few of the stories seem chirpy, intriguing and worth a read. I can vouch that my own contribution is indeed a bright and happy feel-good story and I hope you all love it as much as I do.

I wish you all a happy end to this year and a lovely beginning to the New Year.

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Death of a naive man.

Naive. Dunce. Innocent. Popat. 
We'll make him do it.
It's okay, if we continue, he'll back down. 
He won't ever raise his hand or his voice. 
Even if he fights, once we fight back, he'll look for a peaceful compromise.

All of you know someone like this. I see one everyday. Me. I keep convincing myself that by compromising, I'm doing the right thing. That turning my back to a fight makes me a better man. 

But the truth is it matters only in a civilization which is 'civil'. In a land of thugs and liars, being good is equal to being weak. It's a land where the simple act of drawing a chair back for a girl to sit is considered a sign of weakness. Chivalry is considered a lack of manliness. 
It's a land where even when people get caught for rape and murder, they don't break down and confess like we've seen all our lives in movies and books ; they just speak of their contacts and wealth and how they'll get out of trouble. 
Knowing a good man gets you nowhere. Knowing a ruthless politician or murderer makes you 'powerful'.
There is no shame of being guilty.. if anything, there is a pride for their invincibility. 

For long I believed in my own lie that by not harming others and compromising, I am being an example. But I'm just a relic of an era that's gone by. To survive, I need to give up who I am.  

Every year end, I look back on the year that has passed. I see a few happy memories, a few new friends... but the sad memories outweigh the good. The memories of people taking advantage and backstabbing. Of people knowing I'm the one who can be cheated easily. Again. And again.

I don't consider it a crime to believe in the good of people. It isn't a crime to believe in the 'beauty of a random kind act' like all the videos we post in Facebook tell us. It isn't a crime to be naive like me. Heaven knows I'd prefer to have friends who are naive rather than people who use brute force.

But it is a crime not to learn from the past. To believe in the good of people even as they continue to cheat you. There are no magical moments of revelation when they realise the error of their ways and look to turn over a new leaf. 


They are who they are... And it is time I stopped being who I am.
There comes a time in everyone's life when you have to stop being a goody-two-shoes and let the claws out. 
You can't let a naive person survive in this world ? So be it. 

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Chinese starters...


The one thing I find amusing is that there's always someone ready to sit for arguing with you based on silly assumptions.

This was an incident that occurred when I was in medical school. Our hostel mess had a fixed menu for every meal of the week. For example, Sunday mornings were dosa day, Friday afternoons were fried-chicken-and-ghee-rice day and so forth. Tuesday morning was bun-and-jam day.

We were sitting down for breakfast one Tuesday at the mess and were served our regular plates of bun and jam by the cook. While all of us tucked into it, a friend of mine came over to us and dropped the plate with a loud clatter on the table as he sat down.

Me : Something the matter ?
Him : I hate bun and jam.
Me : ( sensing a rant coming and trying to undo my previous question and act oblivious ) Okaaay.
Him : What "okay" ? How can you all eat this ?
Me ( resigned to my fate ) : Well, it's pretty good, you know. I don't really see the problem.

Him : You NRIs are all like this only. You'll eat bread toast with butter and sausages and cornflakes for breakfast. You should be brought up entirely in India. Then only you can understand what it's like for us.
Me : Really ? What's that like ?
Him : We need our dosas and idlis man. Their taste is different, man, from all these foreign foods. That taste of appam with stew...
Friend  #2 : .. puttu and kadala curry...
Him : Exactly. That's it. That's a good breakfast. Not this bun and jam.
Me : Look. I ain't arguing with you on Indian food. I just don't see what's wrong with normal things like bread and jam or a bulls-eye egg.

He looked at me with contempt. "You guys won't understand. For you, all this British and American stuff is normal."

I'd had enough by now. "Look. It isn't about US or UK or anything. I'm just saying you should be open to enjoying others food too. Infact, this is pretty normal stuff. I know a place where people actually eat Chinese food for breakfast.


He : No way. That's rubbish. I've never heard of any such place.
Me: Seriously.
He : What ? Chicken Manchurian, fried rice and all ?
Me : Manchurian, Schezwan.. you know, Chinese stuff.
He : I don't believe you.
Me : Bet ?
He : Bet.
Me : What do I get if I win ?
He : I'll draw the diagrams for your anatomy record books for a week. Otherwise, you should draw mine.
Me : Done.
He : Done.
Me : Neatly ?
He : Neatly.
Me : Okay.
He : Okay.

I continued munching on my bun. I looked up. He and the others at the table were watching me expectantly.
Me : What ?
Him : Hah ! I knew it. Simply you were bluffing. Haha. These 5 guys are witnesses. You can't back out now. You have to draw my record book.
Me : Wait.. what was the question again ?
Him : Haha. You can't escape.
Me : I just wanted to know what the question was.
He stressed out each word slowly as he spoke, obviously enjoying the sweet taste of success. "Where do people eat Chinese food for breakfast ?"
I smiled back at him. "Well... China, I'm guessing."
Him : ...

I didn't have to draw any diagrams that week. He tried to back out, of course, but ..well, I had 5 witnesses too, you see.



This is my entry for the KFC "Sets you on Fire" contest. Hope you liked it.

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Why did the snake cross the road ?

I am constantly amazed by the hidden abilities of animals that form their survival instincts.

My friend and I were returning back to the operation theatre after lunch when we saw an unusual sight.

Even as a lot of medical students were walking past it blissfully unaware, a common green whip snake was slithering and crossing the cobbled road that joined the college and the hospital. It seemed to be in a genuine hurry to reach the administrative block, so probably it was late on it's hostel fees or something, I figured. Heaven knows I've done the same across these very same roads during my college days. 

But then a funny thing happened. At the edge of the road, it quickly climbed up the pavement, entered into the grass immediately adjacent to it and.... stopped. 

It just stopped.

Even when I brought my mobile camera to within biting distance in an attempt to get a clearer picture, it didn't call my bluff. It just stood still ( stood/ sat/ whatever it is snakes do !!) And the truth was - it was a wonderful camouflage. The snake which was so obvious while crossing the road suddenly became invisible to all the people walking around it.

I don't know how they realise it - that they look like a blade of grass - but they just seem to do. I'm sure it's a hoot when they play catching cook at their friends birthday parties but for silly humans like me, these survival instincts which come so naturally to animals is really fascinating. 


Of course, my friend pointed out that this particular dude is probably gonna be going home pissed, throwing his school bag on the floor and  screaming to his mom - "Camouflage, my cold blooded a** !! Mom, you better have a plan B on how to survive because I did what you said and those humans were just taking snaps of me as if I were a swimsuit model with a wardrobe malfunction !!!"  

P.S. Could you find the snake in the first picture ? If not, I hope he's clearer in the second picture. He's diagonal from top left to bottom right... kinda like as if he were posing for a game of "Snake and Ladders".

P.P.S. Clicking the picture enlarges it. Just in case you didn't know.

P.P.P.S. If you meet a green whip snake wearing tinted shades with a gun in his pocket and he asks you for my address... don't give it to him. 


  

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Two of my favourites...

 We all have favourites... be it food, actors, drinks, people or even Gods. This is a rare photo for me : combining two of my biggest favourites in a single shot.

Which two favourites ?



A) Ruby, the wonder dog. 

Born in our very own house more than 12 years ago, she's been there as a caring companion throughout our lives and is a constant reminder that when it comes to loyalty, dogs are better than humans everyday. Age has diminished her eyesight and reflexes, but not her loving heart.
Oh ya, and she blogs too. What ? You don't believe me ? Check this out then.


B) Prawns.

What is your first memory in life ?
Mine is of me stealing a bowl of fried prawns meant for the entire family, going to my room and eating it all by myself.

Three decades later, it's still not safe to keep a bowl of prawns around me.
Judging by the look in her eyes, I think that dictum applies to Ruby too !!

P.S. For those who're worried/wondering, naaa..relax. We don't give her spicy food.She's just performing her ritual of being the official 'food sniffer' of my plate.
Some airports hire dogs to sniff out drugs. Ruby's too posh to work at an airport so she just sniffs out hazardous stuff which she can consume to save time for me : stuff like bones between chicken, meat between rice, peanuts between closed palms and the ever deadly - ice cream out of the fridge.


Quick question : Name the first 2 'favourites' that come in your mind.


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Finally on Android

I was always a gadget freak.
So it was probably kind of weird that in this day and age of IPHONES and ANDROIDS, I was still stuck with Symbian. That too, a Nokia E72 that, true to form, waited exactly for the 365 days warranty to end before it's software started acting like a drunk frog chasing after fireflies.
The fact that it went for an 'unanticipated' swim in a bucket full of water a month later just seemed to confirm it's suicidal tendencies, as far as I was concerned.

Thus began the search for a new phone and a shift finally, after 10 year, away from Nokia. For over two months, I was irritating everyone I knew - from interns, post graduates and professors in the hospital to friends on Facebook - and even those I didn't know on Twitter, as I tried to reach a decision.

After ruling out the Iphone ( I find their rules a bit too restrictive ), I was pretty much going back and forth between sticking to my budget and going for the best. Samsung Galaxy S2 was definitely on a lot of people's mind as the best option, but frankly it was beyond my budget. In the end, I went with a decision that surprised even me.

I got the HTC INCREDIBLE S , after reading possibly every review of it there was online and asking quite a few people who had it across the world.



Major plus points for me :
1. Comes bundled with the latest Android software ( Gingerbread )
2. An excellent rugged feel unlike the plasticky feel I got with some Samsungs.
3. Wonderfully large and bright 4 inch screen.
4. 8 megapixel camera with dual LED flash and a 1.3 megapixel front facing camera for video chatting ( if that day ever comes !! )
5. Sense UI for a wonderfully smooth 'touch' experience.
6. Quite simple syncing between all my accounts ( mobile, Facebook, Twitter, Gmail, Yahoo ) now.
7. Android market. 'nuff said.


Sure it has it's minus points too -
1. It ain't dual core which means someday in the future, the new android games may not work on it.
2. It ain't got as good servicing options as, say, a Samsung
3. Battery life, with me around, was always gonna be an issue. But I'm getting better at battery management now as I've learned to keep the battery guzzling Wi-Fi off, unless needed, besides getting a few battery saving apps. Incidentally, I met a few guys with other Androids as well, including the Samsung Galaxy S2, and all have the same complaint regarding battery life.

Overall, I'm loving my new mobile. For a kid who grew up watching Star Trek and the awesome technologies they dreamt of in the 60's before man had even landed on the moon, today it feels amazing to actually live in a world where all these gadgets are now a reality.
Everyday, I find new applications for the mobile : medical textbooks and drug encyclopedias, finding restaurants,hotels and even gas stations near me, chatting with friends all over the world for free ( WhatsApp ), online booking and what not, this mobile has everything.

Heck, who knows, someday I might even use it for making a phone call.


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GODYEARS...