I thought that I heard you laughing

Have been staring at the blog for the past fifteen minutes, thinking. Seems like a long time back when I created this blog with one of my friends, can't tell you how excited I was. Nah it ain't because its inexplicable, more so since I cannot remember that feeling anymore. Sounds a lil sad doesn't it? But then again aren't more than half the ideas, passions, and dreams frizzled away into time. I know that this does not present itself as an argument to let 'em die away, but just kinda understand that feeling now. Staring into the computer screen, am just scribbling random jottings, something I love, but still who am I kidding, in all probability this might not even turn out to be a worth-its-while read eventually.

Had to break the shackles of inaction, had really forgotten what it felt like to be able to write something and then read and re-read it, just to know how you really feel. This might not make sense to you all, 'cause everyone's got different things to be passionate about. Lemme rephrase my thoughts. Have you ever felt that nagging churning in your stomach, to go back to something you so dearly loved doing? I'll be honest .. I miss writing .. miss it big time! And I ain't gonna lay the blame on circumstances or time. The onus was always on me, to step up and not let go of that passion, I simply looked the other way. Lol .. not that I get a lot of readers here anyways, just a few freelancers crazy enough to type in that freakshly long URL of my blog :)

Still haven't thought of a topic for this post. The 'why' arises .. hmm .. inquisition .. to make noise .. let yourself be heard .. move forward with the will to be .. ! You know what, there are times when you can hear yourself laughing those good times through, and you wish you could re-live those moments again. This is prolly what I wanted at the start of this post. Can't live in the shadows of the past hoping that good times will return, that passion will revive. Stand up for yourself, and make your own destiny. This ain't meant as an inspirational post, in fact is far from it, but just that lil notebook you scribble down on.

As I rest my case here, chewing gum, music playing in the background, and gently swaying my head to the beats of "where'd you go", the way I used to write, wanna close this post with a disillusioned memory and a faint fervour of a laugh that came everytime I wrote .. the one in my head :)

O in God's name what da fuck was that ?! :O

Of all the worst nightmares you've ever had, the ones that suck the most ain't the scariest ones, but those that don't make you pee in bed and instead stay up all night wondering how da bloody hell could that ever happen ?! :O Nah .. don't think you've still gauged the enormity (imagine .. i couldn't think o this word a few days back!! :P) of the situation here! Lemme reframe the idea - imagine the feeling of a hefty vada pav you've had regurgitating and workin its way up your throat unwilling to go down or come up, choking you there and then, leaving you to painfully fritter away into the afterlife, acidity in your tummy's makin you burp and the stench stays on around you making the excruciating pain inhuman and absolutely unbearable!!!!! And worst of all .. THINK .. if you actually paid for such torture !! As if bein knee deep in shit wasn't enough, you actually get to pay extra for the lil additions of solid fluids and liquid pastes flowin in ! :(

The name's "Johnny Gaddar" - the nemesis that confirmed that there is a bigger evil in this world than Satan himself ! :P A Bollywood movie aimed at an audience that the director prolly assumed wouldn't have even a shred of sense or a hint of grey goo in their heads ever since birth, Johnny Gaddar (hereon referred to as JG coz there's a million veins that go pop inside my head sayin it out loud ;( ) illustrates painfully at a snail's pace the life of 4 conmen. Wonderin what could possibly go wrong with a movie on conmen .. aww .. will remove all your doubts ..

1. Conman 1 - An old hag with wrinkles all over his face showing through his make-up, trying to enact his young self of yester years and in the process coming across as a lame shadow of a desperate showman who even had to dye his moustache black !! :P Lo and behold .. Dharmendra paaji ! ;)
2. Conman 2 - I held this fella in awe till he performed in this movie. A conman who wags his doggie tail in front o his overbearin wife, and would faint at even the mention of a murder - how the hell is that supposed to NOT make me laugh at such a pathetic excuse for a fraudster ?! :P - Vinay
   
3. Conman 3 - Oh this bloke was the corniest of the lot. His idea of being the bad guy stemmed from a weird dressing sense - suited more to advertising for technicolor in movies or the stripes that appeared at the beginning of a VCR tape we used to watch when kiddies :P His dark side was revealed to the audience through remarks like "Meri biwi hai .. ya to mere saath drink pi ya mere pair daba" .. O da bloody humanity !! Who the fuck talks like that now ?! :P
4. Conman 4 - Our hero .. da gaddar himself! A morose freak who couldn't even manage a single gesture or expression on his face went on a killing spree! Wanna know what the funny part is - none of the fellow conmen he murdered had even the slightest doubts that he was the traitor .. and before every murder there was a confession that all the previous ones weren't intentional! You seriously gotta give it to the writer to actually comprehend such crap that borders on lunacy .. he had the audacity to actually think of us as doomed buffoons by showin someone who freakin killed people on the premise that they knew bout him, when he was the one makin the totally outta context confession !! ROTFL !! " O sorry dude .. just so you know .. am gonna kill you ... it ain't intentional .. but tis your fault that you now know that I'm gonna kill ya " DUH !! :P

I could very well go on but am guessin you've already made a couple o visits to the loo to puke while readin bout this irresistible account! :P Ah jealous are we ? ;) To top it all off we had to watch the movie along the front row with the stench of my friend's relentless farts, rotting food and red dabs of what i can only imagine ain't blood !! ;( Throughout the movie all I could think of was .. I actually PAID to go through this hell hole !! And NO .. it ain't funny in a sad kinda way .. and am NOT tellin this story to my grandkids !!

Oh crap .. have been writin on movies a lot lately .. jeez ! I need to get myself a drink !! :O

Way 2 go!!

Not going to write bout an idea but about a person in my batch this time round. This fellow's really one heckuva lunatic considering the way he acts in class .. the way he carries himself around. As soon as the prof enters the lecture hall, his eyes widen and glisten with a weird sense of accomplishment as if today is the day he'll get the enlightenment he had been yearning for all his life. Such is his ecstacy that even if the prof happens to evaluate 2+2 = 4, he religiously jots it down in the 300 odd page thick notebook dedicated to that one subject only. Any arbit discussion ensuing in the lecture, this fellow would be a keen observer, bending forward in his seat, slightly tilted towards his left and looking side-on at the prof with a cock-eyed glare that would, I daresay, penetrate into the soul of the prof! :P So much for his enthusiasm in observation, the moment he raises his hand for some class participation, the prof immediately acknowledges and the words that come out are somewhat to the following effect:

"The elemental forces depriving the current market scenario for the business proposition of Mr. Narayanmurthy, border upon the subliminal criteria that underly the essential business functions we define as part of Porter's 5 forces model. Moreover, the point of contention here is not the issue itself but the consequences of addressing the issue through an amalgamated approach engrossing the human resource aspect and the operations faction to ultimately align the outcome of the proposal with the organisation's mission and vision. However, we must also allow for some scope of delay in the enactment of these measures as they require expertise and skill inherent in the top echelons of management, who in turn are unwilling to co-operate on such inconsequential matters. Thus, I'd like to refute the author's deduction that Mr. Narayanmurthy was not bound by restrictions in the current wake of the company's positioning in the IT industry."

Well it ain't half as "OMG" as his is, but you get the picture :P Effectively by the end of the 5 minute monologue the prof and majority of the batchmates are at a loss for words failing to even grasp a shred of what just hit them. Won't say I wasn't taken in the first time too, but since then, have held him in awe, to be able to come up with such a complex delicacy of words that really do make sense is applaudable. However, his antics, or rather 'weird' antics in class have won him the 'laughing stock' title for the batch. And yet it is this very person who made us feel rather small on a day when we were supposed to remember our martyrs, for the only bloke in a reputed institute of 500 odd students and 100 strong faculty, who even cared to distribute sweets in remembrance. And to top it all off, composed a poem for the day, and since then respect this guy a lot, coz to have such sense of pride in our nation is hardly genuine nowadays, and it fills me with pride to say that I study with an Indian who really is proud to be an Indian and says it in the most beautiful of ways:

A composition by this bloke:

Celebrating 1942

It is impossible, they said,
The sun will never set on the empire.
The gentlemen continued with their game of bridge.
Meanwhile, on a dark night,
There was a knock on the doors of
A passenger traveling in a railway train.
Soon, there were sounds which were heard.
The sound of a crashing suitcase,
But louder still was the sound of injustice.
The journey of the traveler thrown out of the train
Had not ended, It began.
Meanwhile, the game of bridge continued,
It is impossible, they said.

The gentlemen playing bridge grow old becoming millionaires,
But the traveler grows to become a Mahatma,
It is a usual August morning,
But the sun comes out, the heavens watch
In silence. There is no sign of a dark cloud.
‘Do or die’, he says, people rise like a tide.
Words are magic. The agents of the gentlemen
Imprison the traveler. But two words
Are enough. All are one in the nation,

A small, young boy runs around,
Shouting, ‘Quit India’. His voice is louder
Than that of the nation.
The traveler watches from behind the bars
Of the prison.
A policeman catches the boy,
Threatens to drown the boy in a well,
Holds him up, Asks him to shout
The praise of the Crown.
But the boy knows only two words,
‘Do or Die’, he remembers. The boy shouts,
‘Quit India’. The policeman continues lowering
Him into the well. The boy keeps shouting back,
‘Quit India.’

It was impossible, they said.
But a young boy has shouted louder than the nation.
The traveler watches with misty eyes.
The nation will soon be free.
The sun will soon set on an empire,
The game of bridge will be disturbed.
And it will be disturbed nonviolently.
The boy doesn’t shoot with a gun,
He merely shouts. And his shouting is sufficient to
Awaken the man in the policeman.


Today our eyes are no longer misty,
We may have lost respect for the traveler,
We may feel embarrassed calling him Mahatma,
But let us remember the boy,
Let us celebrate his heroism.
And let us feel what he felt.

Kudos to you dude ..

Chak de .. the afterthought!!

Vain - the word that comes to mind trying to remember where my train of thought left me the last time I was visiting the world of sports. Much has passed tween the day of the last post and today, India gave a scintillating performance in the T20 world cup, came back from an underdog's position to salvage some pride in drawing the Natwest series to a closely matched 4-3 loss. Ah.."the age old cricket-centric story" I hear you say ;) No offence to cricket as a sport, but temme one thing .. where exactly does India stand in other sports? Do we hold any weightage when it comes to ANYTHING beyond the realm of the bat and the bowl? True, we do not have to excel at everything we might be interested in, but that inkling of interest, a slight shadow of existence, has to be present for us to acknowledge the vigour that goes into an Indian team for hockey, basketball, anything!!

I know it might entail a blame game that am expecting too much of the sportsperson represented by the girls in Chak De if I say, that for all this lack of focus they too are to blame at some level. But I daresay, doesn't the onus lie with the sportspersons too, to actually pursue their dreams and desires in a manner that ensures their efforts realise their true destiny? Sure we idolise strong women and idealistic men of the past, for their principles and resolve but we fail to see beyond the obvious. These people weren't born great, twas through their concerted efforts to make sure that they fought for what they considered worthwhile. It isn't enough in a bureaucratic country like India to simply perform. The initiative rests with you to get the performance accepted and rewarded its due credibility. Sure sounds a lil out of the way and outright superficial, but consider this - if you were the sportsperson, and you achieved something absolutely extra-ordinary, wouldn't you like the world to know that it made you feel amazing, that of all the laurels showered on cricketers, you deserve some too, even if you failed at something but to just reach that level of competition means a lot to you personally and as an Indian?! :)

I know most of my views wouldn't find any takers, prolly the reason why I never trust my words to convey what I really meant. However, there remains the remote possibility of rekindling the desire in sportspersons like the Chak De girls, who have long forgotten the legacy they left behind, to achieve something far more satisfying than the mere sense of achievement. One might pacify the craving by simply stating that these laurels are inconsequential for their personal satisfaction. But alas, wish it were that simple, in a country that runs on word-of-mouth, the need to boast about your achievements becomes incessant. Its not about giving in to the system, its about working around to make sure it does not screw you over. If I, as a total average sports lover, can realise this fact, and actually have the audacity to tell all the sportspersons out there to publicise their feats, I sincerely hope they can respond in the affirmative as well!! :P Until and unless the veterans do not ensure that people come to know of what they did for their country, the future of these sports shall remain bleak, coz deny it as we may, this nation needs a wake-up call - and if being boastful is the key - then so be it! I do not mind sacrificing a prejudice to uphold a virtue! The words say it all ! ;)

Amidst all these thoughts, I reminisce of a simpler time when things must have been so much matter-of-fact to explain. For all these random ramblings, all I can surmise is - if you ever did it for India .. let the people know it .. for there is no other way to go about making people love the sport you once fell in love with ;) And that is the rub .. to become that medium of passion for the sport that once defined you and that you remain to be an embodiment of :)

PS Chak De has become the national slogan for the Indian T20 cricket team .. another wasted opportunity .. prolly am reading too much into it .. or prolly am not ! ;) And for heaven's sake .. tell the director that goals scored in a penalty shootout for hockey DO NOT get added onto the final score !! :)

Chak de .. India ?!

Dunno why, but the song just clung on during "Chak de India", so decided to name this article differently, prolly during the course of this discourse you'd realise the rationality behind this choice :) But then again .. there's always the "prolly" ! :P Its been eons since I commented on India, or anything prevalent in India, and instead of passing the question as a triviality, I'd go to the extent claiming it was because of the fact that am surrounded by so many issues that just like the ticking of a clock's seconds hand, these all retreated into the background of conscious presence! Yet as I sit here to jot down my lil scribblings during the movie and give them a structure that makes sense, I forget what the purpose of this post is. And then again there arises the question of "why" does everything have to be pondered only when someone shows em in our face ?! Why do we just write about these things, talk a lil, make it a hot topic for fora discussions et al, and eventually let it vanish into thin air! I'm not here to complain about our treatment of such issues, but to elucidate on something that has been outside our comprehension, mostly due to lack of information, however, also due in large to our sheer ignorance!

I do not plan to affect a revolution amongst the Indian public, nor do I want to glorify any particular sport, yet I want to accomplish one thing today - an effort to make people aware of the fact that there is a difference in watching a movie and actually connecting with the movie at a completely different level! Beyond the obvious issues of exploitation and discrimination that have become the inherent mark of Indian administration, there are points of contention eating away like leeches the very core of sportsmanship in India. Place yourselves in the sportsgirls' position in the movie and then ask yourself as to how would you have reacted to such a situation .. do not place her in your shoes and take a judgment call .. instead realise the agony and irritation that ensues from such ignorance and apathy faced by all of them. The subtlety lies in the fact that we fail to see that these players have aspirations too, that the sport means a lot more to them, its their religion! Our beloved Sports ministry both at the state as well as centre ensure that whatever spirit these talented youngsters kindle gets quashed by superficial bureaucracy and uninterested dimwits! But even if such a hollow system exists, you owe them at least a fair chance to take a shot at winning something. However, trust our dear old assholes sitting atop positions of power and control to enforce sub-standard conditions for players like the ones in the Chak De women's team, demoralise the team till their self-cofidence is shredded to the core.

Through all this glim future for Indian sports there shines a silver lining in the face of adversity, and that is the enthusiasm of these young sportsmen (and women of course ;) ) to pursue their dreams, relentlessly tackle the system, coz for them their dreams and aspirations rule supreme. I respect this valour in all of them and hats off to their never-say-die spirit in the face of adversity. There is so much more that still remains to be said in this thread, and am going to elaborate on that only after some more reflection, but for now shall wind up saying that with such disregard for their efforts, it might as well be said what point is there in trying to live your dreams in vain? :(

Ah but therein lies the rub .. and for that rub you hafta wait .. coz that is what forms the concluding second post on this thread! :) Stay curious ;)

O what dreams may come!

Now there's a limit to imagining things, at times we border on the elusive realms of sanity and logic, caught up in the timeless battle between reality vs. absolute reality, and often embark upon a journey through unexplored waters, which most of our metaphysics and philosophy blokes are hell bent on terming as the sub-conscious. All this gibberish jargon aside, how many times have we wondered about the purpose of life, the eventual realisation of the meaning attached to existence. Most of us give up midway thinking of the futility of pondering on a subject with no definite answers, a few carry on to the brink of lunacy unaware of the repercussions the over-dosage of philosophy, but those who are the most interesting are the ones who take the discussion to a totally new level. What starts off as an abstract discussion of something material metamorphoses into something so volatile that even the mention of the subject to anyone makes it vanish into thin air. Recently a similar conversation came up, and my friend actually remarked that I won't give the remark any credit owing to its what we shall now commonly refer to as "volatility" in the remainder of this post.

Interestingly enough, what bamboozled me was not the statement itself but the brevity with which it illustrated something so out-of-the-blue that supposedly should have sent me into denial but instead captivated me with its sheer honesty. Twas probably because of the way it was said, but whatever may be the case, the topic remains and the notion still bowls me over. Before I set off elaborating upon what transpires as a consequence, those who are just gonna bullshit me without actually listening may please excuse themselves and carry on with whatever it is they were doing but once you're in, to endure is your obligation, and there are no two ways bout it! :-)

Started off at the meaning of life, we wound up talking bout the possibility of dreams, that what we perceive as death is just a dream, probably so much more because we actually stop being a part of that dream. The end of a captivating drama, characters unbound, that eventually ceases to exist for all except one who persists in that dream and eventually becomes not the owner but much larger than life itself, he becomes the guardian of that dream. Unlike an inspiration from the Matrix trilogy, this theory actually had something else in store, it could not be put into words, though am making an attempt here, yet what lingers at the back of my mind as I write, hovers in the murky waters of imagination and abstraction. To ask me to reason it out with anyone is what an idiot would expect, since reason does not always follow, it does defy logic, but for us to understand that, there is still a lot of time. However, I will give a brief insight into what lurks in the darkest unexplored corners of this fantastic illusion.

Death as we know is certain, yet there ceases to be any recollection of what transpires once it happens. There seems to be a point of no return once the edge is reached, for what good would it do to have actually reached the final frontier and then sent back to start from square one. Dreams as such are abstract and hold no tangible credibility, yet we still dream, despite all causal chains, logical formulations, dreams remain inexplicable, and an inherent part of life. Analogies exist, but what gives them weight is how well they complement each other, if death were not a dream we would still be aware of the vicious circle that entangles life, unable to explain a true starting point for life to exist. However, for what dreams may come is not for us to decide, yet we formulate small fragments, we know not the source of, and in these snippets passes an entire lifetime of possibilities that happened and those that went haywire. Let me quote a more concrete example, deja vu, to have actually seen something before it actually happened, stands testament to the dream analogy. To have experienced something, probably as part of someone else's dream, is what we lesser mortals term as "coincidence". There is a larger scheme to things and what we fail to understand is that an explanation here is not desirable.

Once that we pass on, smell up the daisies, the dream ceases to include all the patrons that had been a part of it, and the one who remains, becomes the rightful guardian, for owning one is tarnishing the beauty of something so special and magical, that the experience that encompassed that one tiny marble, amongst infinite sparkles, meant the lives to so many, and tis not through our minds that we cherish such memories but through actually going through the whole thing in our heads all over again, because to take away the dream forever for the one who remained would be injustice. And those lil anecdotes, shared emotions, are what give the dreams their value, to cherish and behold in life till death do them part! :P An end of a dream, an era of love, that became the guarded palace or the dungeon for some.

To know that there exists somewhere in this universe a leaf with all the dreams, dripping off like tiny droplets of dew, now don't tell me that ain't enticing enough for you! ;-) There shall be times when reason would get the better of you, but just stop to ponder as to what sets us apart, is it the lives that we live or the dreams that we pursue ? And therein lies the rub, for what other proof would you need? ;-)

Am I livin' it right ?

Questions galore .. inquisitions profound .. skeptical introspection .. innumerable modes of human curiosity being expressed; paving the way and ultimately leading to a realisation of the true potential of the human intellect. True: curiosity killed the cat, but wheneva were we rational enough to stick to pithy sayings or adhere to the norms of acceptance? A craving to know .. the yearning to be aware is inherent, though the degree to which we drive each of these during our lifetime varies a lot. The spectrum varies from those bordering on mild jolts of desire to know to the incessantly nosy ones who just hafta know bout all that's around ! ;-)

Yet amidst all this inquiry, we hardly ever get any satisfactory answers, coz once we do, the questions vanish into obliteration instead of escalating into a greater willingness to know. The purpose is lost, knowledge loses focus and we end up acquiring what could easily be termed as gibberish crap. I ain't advocating structured information gain, but wanna show you that there's a reason we're curious and the direction and sharpness of this eagerness defines our persona to an extent much greater than what we generally comprehend or rather anticipate. Where does the topic come into all this you say ? Well on the contrary, I had the concept first and twas after listenin to the song "Why Georgia" by John Mayer that I decided that twas bout time I shared these ramblings with you all .. after all why should I alone suffer the unbearable twangs of this cuckoo philosophy ?! :P

Life's been termed a journey by all and sundry, a fruitful one for some while an overbearing pain for others, and with all its varieties and flavours, what's on offer is often an issue of contention. ;-) It won't make sense right away as to what am trying to get at, but guess there are a few who would understand this kinda dilemma much better than others since they've been at crossroads where the next step does not depend on whether it'll bring happiness or misery, but the expense at which this step would be taken, the price to be paid for the happiness and the amount of gain that may accrue from this misery. Am not here to advocate any sides, coz trust me I am the last person anybody should approach when it comes to thinking rationally :P

Why then would I even bother bringing up the topic? Coz recently I realised that I got the answer to the Q .. "am I livin it right?" without ANY effort.. wanna know why ? .. coz I knew what I wanted from that moment .. the moment of my happiness or misery .. what it is that deep inside me matters more than the eistence or being in that very moment ! ;) Wouldn't make sense to many .. coz there's a delusion we kindled for centuries that its always mind over matter and that the mind always knew the smartest thing to do .. but did we eva stop to actually question ourselves .. is what is smartest always the same that is "desirable" ? Do you always have the same zeal and passion to achieve something smart as that you'd have for what's a necessity for your faith to exist ? ;) I bet the demons inside your head would be coaxing you to resist the temptation of agreein with me :P To be honest .. I did something yesterday people'd consider completely irrational .. the devising of a mad-man insatiably obsessed with his craving for something so precious .. and ya know what .. I don't mind bein that bloke at all ! ;) Surprised eh ? Tis very easy for me to say this coz that ecstacy o KNOWIN why I was in it was what drove me all the way without a trace o stress or regret .. I had nothing to lose and the world to conquer ! :) And guess what .. I got what I wanted ! :)

In an ever-changin world we tend to lose track of our passions .. substituting them for newer corporate principles and methods .. squeezing out all that makes us a class apart from everything else .. Just wanna conclude on a line hope that'll make you ponder a lil .. it wasn't the fact that we had brains that made us what we are but the ability to KNOW what we feel and be true to that emotion that took us so far .. and for all I know .. am gonna pursue on the path I set out on .. coz I just know it'll work in the end :)

Parzania

It ain't a myth that Bollywood flicks have been always found wanting in the faculty of substance and depth, and whenever an idea with a different flavour surfaces, we have a rush of excitement through our veins and we leave no phrase untouched while praising that very sentiment invoked by the work. However, as time passes the sentiment fades away and the passion dies out, all that is left is a faint recognition that "yes .. there was a movie that was different" and we may even watch occassional re-runs .. not for the sentiment but for the occassional comedy, stereotypical dialogues and what not ! Rang de Basanti is a typical case study for this kinda lack of concern or rather hypocritical sense of national pride we are so used to boast of ! :P Trust me, there was a time when I used to get angry at such hypocrites but all I have now is pity for 'em .. coz they are unaware of the sheer ignorance that embodies 'em. It ain't the fault of the director, or the actor, or for that matter even the story writer, but us as the audience to lift a realisation to the height of Mt. Everest and then let it fall with equal carelessness and disregard.

And that is exactly why I was more than impressed by "Parzania" .. it ain't the typical Hindu-Muslim clashes story and it doesn't pretend to instill a sense of hatred for any section, but of course the SOBs of the VHP :P Its the portrayal of the hardship, the suffering, the endless wait, the tiring struggle of a helpless family amidst all this chaos, the telling tale of a frustratingly helpless father, the resolve of a mother whose turmoil never showed on her daughter, and the innocence of a sister - unaware of the unspoken horror that she might never see her brother again. Funnily enough and to my utter satisfaction, once the movie was over nobody spoke ill of the rioters, or curse the Gujrat government, but most of 'em soaked in a much more relevant and significant realisation, that those who suffer are people .. just like you and me .. we sympathise after movies like RDB, Shaheed Bhagat Singh .. but with Parzania .. I empathised .. I could feel .. associate with the ailing father, frantic mother, lost sister .. Guess I realised what the difference between empathy and sympathy was .. something which someone very special had been tryin to get through to me for some time! ;)

I won't say anymore at this juncture, coz I hope that readin through might have at least invoked a slight curioisty to see the movie and cancel plans for other commercial "crap". This ain't the end of my description of the land of Parzania .. where the buildings are made of chocolate .. and the there's ice cream all around .. ;)

BTW Love the title of the movie .. couldn't have thought of a better one myself ! ;)