Wednesday was just like any other day. I woke up at around 10, bunked my classes like I've doing it for the past one and a half years, lying dead in my bed, with my macbook beside me and surfing. I decided to watch some movie and all. Since I've long been on self destructive odyssey, I decided to watch the worst rated movie of the year, Anurag Kashyap's No Smoking.
Now every bugger on net had claimed it to be over imaginative, weird and full of shit, but they also claimed that it would prove to be an experience you've never had before. On in order to satisfy my self proclaimed genius and all, I decided to decipher it.
The-movie-rocked. It's not an once in a lifetime experience what some morons claimed, if you're not so new to surrealist cinema [David Lynch and all], but it was superb. Now, I'm not going to tell you what the movie is all about [which you may have any how read on the net] only thing that I'll tell you that it's not about quitting smoking and all that shit. It's about the idea of freedom; how the world is full of shitheads who won't allow you the space you need and end up eating your soul.
It's a movie that Bollywood for sure doesn't deserves. A place where an assclown like Shah Rukh Khan is the biggest star of industry deserves more 'Partner' and all that shit.
It's like the building that Dominique wants Roark not to build.
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