Like they say, Karma is a b*****! And indeed it is.

My relationship with God was the topic of discussion when we left this communication and apologies for not writing last week. Monsoon... collitis and such! However, back to the keyboard and now to the matter at hand. An astrologer once told me that I should go every Saturday to the Shani temple. He was of the opinion that my Shani was weak. Desperate times call for desperate measures and thus I found myself at the Shani temple having no opinion of my own and so went with the astrologer’s opinion.

My friends at this newspaper were trying my number desperately cause I had gone way past my deadline in delivering this piece. More than 24 hours late and though I do confess to having given them a lot of anxiety in the past, this time it was a little different. While they called me furiously I thought with the same amount of ferocity about what I wanted to write and nothing came to the fore! Nothing! Absolutely zilch!

I remember my childhood days when seeing an English film meant going to the city from the suburbs and watching the film in a few theatres that prided themselves on being the exhibitors for Hollywood. Had to make a whole half-day out of it, not even an evening would be enough. In college I remember that some of the theatres in the suburbs

This might make sense to some and seem like the raving and ranting of a harried film person but to my mind this is an important piece, very important. It is about the timing of the various reviews that hit the internet web sites, the television channels and the newspapers.

I decided to call Mimoh Mahaaksay not because I wanted to carry the illusion of having a star bigger than any Akshay in the industry but because that is his name. Mahaakshay Chakraborty. The son of Mithun Chakraborty and I thought that the name suited his personality better than Mimoh. I was supposed to launch him way before his first

Hello dear readers and apologies for being away for a couple of weeks. The burden of releasing a 3D film in three languages had finally done me in and I was running around like the proverbial headless chicken. However, all is well that ends well. Haunted is super success and 3D is here to stay. At the risk of boasting a bit, the film had the biggest opening of any horror film ever, so being the headless chicken kind of paid off.

Having written this column for more than three years now I feel that there is a certain relationship that I have developed with the people out there who are reading this column. I feel they are like my confidants, like I can share my thoughts with them and indeed I have done just that. As I get ready to fight a unique fight of my life, I feel this need to share with my friends out there about this fight of mine.

Anna Hazare and his cause have been to the people of India what a log of wood is to a drowning man — hope in the times of despair. The confidence that we will survive even if the prophecy for the future is bleak according to a few cynics. Talking about the cynics, I am forced to look at one thing that they say with a shrug of their shoulders. This is just a fad, they say, just some cause-starved youth of the country that needs a cause and then having got a fill of it they move on.

Hugh Laurie plays Dr House in the television series of the same name and one of his favourite dialogues is, “everybody lies” and by that he means every patient lies, but when I look at the folks in my pasture of filmdom I can say that with equal certainty. Everybody lies, well, almost everybody.