All those over-9 and under-19, it's extremely important to know the Game (?); even more important is to know the Gentlemen who play it; to start with, always appear Busy See I; complete knowledge about hair styles, a fair-and-lend-some complexion (!) and brand of clothing and sunglasses etc to be worn on and off-the-field are important - they pave way for advertising endorsements and reality shows during the cricketing career and after wards, too, when all SEAMS Over; Man, a well-toned torso helps to showcase your potential as an actor when the shirt comes off after a Cuppa's victory; throw in a googly of acting and it helps you be in touch with the film industry to play cameos in movies when you're clean old - in fact, proximity to the film and television industry when married (once, twice, thrice or Four and Six on the Sore Bored!) might be an even better proposition to remarry your favorite actress heart-throb for whom you would have otherwise only Longed On as a simpleton; by the way, those looking to score many Runs jee, there are many "Stands" to gain from the upcoming High-Fee-L Season!

Mr.Verma, Sir, Just is, when men clearly know women's rights of speech, movement and expression and women treat each other and the essence of womanhood with respect and dignity; where objectification of a woman is not described in as explicitly an implicit term as HOT; where men and women keep away from making style (?) statements by addressing and impressing upon others by usage of such abusive words as "B****" or a "son-of-a-b****"; where aesthetics in art and cinema depict the existing reality which (still!) holds that (covered!) clothing maketh a complete man and WOMAN, and where women don't reveal themselves as an "item" that's always ready for a swansong! Just. Is.

Kamal Hai Son, on the one hand we promote the 100-crore faces of a Global India, and on the other hand we ban 'Vishwaroopam'! After all the Jhamela Nadu in the South, one hears of UP North getting ready for A'kalesh'; but Anna, you don't worry, Sarika sari audiences are with you! By the way, we are curious to know if she was indeed 'J', Jayalalitha? After all, she didn't show yum Karuna Didi?! She did? Yenna rascala, find it!

Foreign locales. VFX. Special effects. 3D effects. Remixed versions of all blasts-from-the-past-that-still-last. Award-winning Singers, Song-writers, Cameraman, Director and Make-up artists. Three actors, with their eight-pack abs being the (only) expression for a lasting impression. Six leading actresses who readily agreed to any and all type of aesthetically-shot Murder-Jismic scenes, with a firm commitment to "pout" all their vast experience by gyrating on item songs - after all, they shed inhibitions to an extent that these days even the camera feels shy to face them! So, Sir, finally, the "picchar" is ready to be shot; it would gross atleast 200 crore worldwide! Great! What about the dialogues? Story? Sir, while these would be a copy left right of a locally regional English film, our Public Relations team would ensure to "maintain the basic essence and originality of OUR script"!

O lord, from a few thousand kms away, I came-a-calling one early morning; as the sun was rising, it cast fright on the "trustee" counters' exhorbitant pricing; after much haggle, and seeing me frettle, the cashier finally proposed to "settle" and offered to "help" for all the weight worth your Gold; just when he thought I was sold, I went ahead and bought (only!) a flower; I started to walk away when he said, pay me now and avoid the long hour; I declined his offer and with (fear?!) belief in my heart, I decided to walk towards the queue to see from where it would start; having seen queues of various shapes and sizes with varying "amounts", I reached the point of no return, and went round and around and almost ran amok (with others!) to arrive inside a complex and massive temple compound; the queue was serpentine with believers (?) flocking and blocking in, out, above and under the line (I spared many a glance to see if I had a slim chance?!); O lord, with faith in my heart, I decided to "let go" when someone blurted out from the biggest speakers ever seen, that a VIP had arrived for your "darshan" to pray for his murder-convicted son to come clean; we are all born equal, aren't we (huh?!) - I decided to file a petition against this competition; after two few hours of waiting and gossip, eve-tease, curse, abuse, push-and-shove, all this with occasional chants of your name by those wanting to gain momentary fame, the queue started to move and "groove" towards your "darbar" to gain a second's glance towards your tall Golden frame; after hours of waiting, fretting and sweating, you appeared so majestic, though (only?!) your Silhouette shone midst much grandeur of your diamond-studded throne; as I closed my eyes to pray, I was pushed and shoved away and when I opened my eyes to see, I couldn't find thee; of course, without an iota of clout, you're still always near me; hence, thought to let you know, O lord, how all this happened; one day, a few thousand kms away...!

Hey girl, that ad you see, in which SHE helps a stranger with her GPS, and the stranger is a HE who has a chauffeur-driven Merc and a phone whose features are nee, that ad shows what NOT oughta be; suggest you took the tagline of the ad with a PUNCH of HALT (!) - 'Bhesh Mard Ka Badal Raha Hai, Aap Kab Badal Rahe Ho?!'

O Gandhi, Sir name is Rahul; top it all, when you're Sonia, it comes as no Sur-Vice President at all! Kaun grace ne kya Modi Hai, Narendra?! By the way, 2014 appears set for TWO (many!) c(r)ooks and one Feast India Company! :-)