City People enjoy bonfire in front of own houses....!

City People enjoy bonfire in front of own houses....!

City People enjoy bonfire in front of own houses....!

City People enjoy bonfire in front of own houses....!

 My first story of this footpath book stall. It is there since ages only may be the son is running it now. of course the books are different now. Some of the copies are xeroxed from the original.

Karnal ka sabse oldest footpath book stall . its more then 50+ years old book stall. pahle ye stall in ke papa ne yaha shoru kiya tha phir ye person jo ab is stall par batha hai 'Ram ji' (name Changed he refused to tell original name)  ka kahana hai vo apna ghar is stall se chalata hai jis ki daily 50 se 250 tak ki sale hoti ab usko yaha se 50 saal ke baad hata diya jaya hai kuch parking space ke reasons ke karan !  





My first story of this footpath book stall. It is there since ages only may be the son is running it now. Of course the books are different now. Some of the copies are xeroxed from the original.

 My first story of this footpath book stall. It is there since ages only may be the son is running it now. of course the books are different now. Some of the copies are xeroxed from the original.

Karnal ka sabse oldest footpath book stall . its more then 50+ years old book stall. pahle ye stall in ke papa ne yaha shoru kiya tha phir ye person jo ab is stall par batha hai 'Ram ji' (name Changed he refused to tell original name)  ka kahana hai vo apna ghar is stall se chalata hai jis ki daily 50 se 250 tak ki sale hoti ab usko yaha se 50 saal ke baad hata diya jaya hai kuch parking space ke reasons ke karan !  





My first story of this footpath book stall. It is there since ages only may be the son is running it now. Of course the books are different now. Some of the copies are xeroxed from the original.

 My first story of this footpath book stall. It is there since ages only may be the son is running it now. of course the books are different now. Some of the copies are xeroxed from the original.

Karnal ka sabse oldest footpath book stall . its more then 50+ years old book stall. pahle ye stall in ke papa ne yaha shoru kiya tha phir ye person jo ab is stall par batha hai 'Ram ji' (name Changed he refused to tell original name)  ka kahana hai vo apna ghar is stall se chalata hai jis ki daily 50 se 250 tak ki sale hoti ab usko yaha se 50 saal ke baad hata diya jaya hai kuch parking space ke reasons ke karan !  





My first story of this footpath book stall. It is there since ages only may be the son is running it now. Of course the books are different now. Some of the copies are xeroxed from the original.

Step one:

If you want to build muscle and burn fat at the same time, you have to perform circuit training, three days per week. How can you achieve this? Indulge in full body exercises like lunges, push-ups, and pull-ups, for one set of 15 repetitions. Don't forget to follow every exercise with one minute of jumping rope. You should be able to burn around 500 to 600 calories per workout.

Step two:

You have to work on your abdominal muscles three times in the week. Crunches and leg raises for three sets of 20 repetitions should be done. Also, do planks by holding your body in a push-up position on your elbows for 30 to 60 seconds for four sets.

Step three:

The kind of food you will eat in this period is vital in bringing about any change. Natural foods like fruits, vegetables, whole grain breads and pastas, chicken, beef, fish and low fat dairy should replace processed foods full of sugar.

Step four:

To minimize water retention, lower your sodium intake. This means you need to avoid salt. You can flavour your food with other herbs and spices instead.

Step five:

Stressing and anxiety can cause the over-production of a certain hormone called cortisol, which encourages weight gain about the belly area. So try to keep your cool!

Karnal Life Says: ***
Story: Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola wants to sell village lands for malls - can Matru, Bijlee and 'Mao' stop him?

Movie Review: Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola (MKBKM) mirrors the dangers of self-indulgence - of texting and ghee, alcohol and directorial profligacy. The film is based on a little gem of a story - a drunken Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola (Kapur) wants to sell villagers' lands but is challenged by daughter Bijlee (Sharma), assistant Matru (Khan) and surprisingly, his own drunken self that turns softly socialist at the pour of a peg.

Some lines are dazzlers - "Bachpan se dekh raha hoon, tum dono ki jodi jaise Mukesh aur Nita Ambani!", Matru growling at Bijlee, "Apne andar ke jaali saaf karle - haunted house lagne lagi hai,", sinister CM Choudhary Devi (Azmi) chiding brainless beta Badal (Babbar), "Yahi farak hai tum mein aur Rahul, Sachin aur Jyotiraditya mein!" Indeed, lines like gulabi bhains, sapnon ka Lokpal and the say-no-more pancho-pancho tickle you outside the theatre too. Quite like Kapur's performance, as comfortingly elegant as a velvet dressing gown, his comedy silken as mumbling, drunken Harry, his anger tight like a cord as sober Mandola who dreams of money and won't let reality stand in his way - even if that means pledging his darling Bijlee to a loveless life with baba-log brute Badal (Babbar, delivering to the dot).

But here's my angst - this movie could have been so much more. Like champagne gone flat, the film's left lying about for too late, its plot meandering everywhere (including a plane ride through moon-lit clouds, ending in a Maoist meeting), the director so determined to have fun that often, the viewer doesn't. Sure, there are hilarious moments involving pink buffaloes and deep wells, Shakespeare and Sheila Dixit, even a laal rang ka kachcha, and it's all very clever - but where's the self-control? With its intellectual foundation and dramatic potential, MKBKM needed disciplined direction, not wandering shots, predictable banter or dull crudity.

On the upside, Azmi's performance is effortlessly evil until the last swig. Anushka plays her now-familiar loud-spunky-sexy babe, unconvincing but attractive as an eccentric rustic. But despite her Pond-girl entry in see-through top and teeny shorts, Mandola's heart-throb is Imran Khan who's red-hot (literally), stubble and a sardonic air pumping his sex-appeal. With its Trilbys and tractors, malls and Maoism, its stretch limo and smart-boy! lines, MKBKM could have been such a fun ride. But sadly, director ka bhi man dola, rather too often.

Karnal Life Says: ***
Story: Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola wants to sell village lands for malls - can Matru, Bijlee and 'Mao' stop him?

Movie Review: Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola (MKBKM) mirrors the dangers of self-indulgence - of texting and ghee, alcohol and directorial profligacy. The film is based on a little gem of a story - a drunken Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola (Kapur) wants to sell villagers' lands but is challenged by daughter Bijlee (Sharma), assistant Matru (Khan) and surprisingly, his own drunken self that turns softly socialist at the pour of a peg.

Some lines are dazzlers - "Bachpan se dekh raha hoon, tum dono ki jodi jaise Mukesh aur Nita Ambani!", Matru growling at Bijlee, "Apne andar ke jaali saaf karle - haunted house lagne lagi hai,", sinister CM Choudhary Devi (Azmi) chiding brainless beta Badal (Babbar), "Yahi farak hai tum mein aur Rahul, Sachin aur Jyotiraditya mein!" Indeed, lines like gulabi bhains, sapnon ka Lokpal and the say-no-more pancho-pancho tickle you outside the theatre too. Quite like Kapur's performance, as comfortingly elegant as a velvet dressing gown, his comedy silken as mumbling, drunken Harry, his anger tight like a cord as sober Mandola who dreams of money and won't let reality stand in his way - even if that means pledging his darling Bijlee to a loveless life with baba-log brute Badal (Babbar, delivering to the dot).

But here's my angst - this movie could have been so much more. Like champagne gone flat, the film's left lying about for too late, its plot meandering everywhere (including a plane ride through moon-lit clouds, ending in a Maoist meeting), the director so determined to have fun that often, the viewer doesn't. Sure, there are hilarious moments involving pink buffaloes and deep wells, Shakespeare and Sheila Dixit, even a laal rang ka kachcha, and it's all very clever - but where's the self-control? With its intellectual foundation and dramatic potential, MKBKM needed disciplined direction, not wandering shots, predictable banter or dull crudity.

On the upside, Azmi's performance is effortlessly evil until the last swig. Anushka plays her now-familiar loud-spunky-sexy babe, unconvincing but attractive as an eccentric rustic. But despite her Pond-girl entry in see-through top and teeny shorts, Mandola's heart-throb is Imran Khan who's red-hot (literally), stubble and a sardonic air pumping his sex-appeal. With its Trilbys and tractors, malls and Maoism, its stretch limo and smart-boy! lines, MKBKM could have been such a fun ride. But sadly, director ka bhi man dola, rather too often.

Karnal Life Says: ***
Story: Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola wants to sell village lands for malls - can Matru, Bijlee and 'Mao' stop him?

Movie Review: Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola (MKBKM) mirrors the dangers of self-indulgence - of texting and ghee, alcohol and directorial profligacy. The film is based on a little gem of a story - a drunken Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola (Kapur) wants to sell villagers' lands but is challenged by daughter Bijlee (Sharma), assistant Matru (Khan) and surprisingly, his own drunken self that turns softly socialist at the pour of a peg.

Some lines are dazzlers - "Bachpan se dekh raha hoon, tum dono ki jodi jaise Mukesh aur Nita Ambani!", Matru growling at Bijlee, "Apne andar ke jaali saaf karle - haunted house lagne lagi hai,", sinister CM Choudhary Devi (Azmi) chiding brainless beta Badal (Babbar), "Yahi farak hai tum mein aur Rahul, Sachin aur Jyotiraditya mein!" Indeed, lines like gulabi bhains, sapnon ka Lokpal and the say-no-more pancho-pancho tickle you outside the theatre too. Quite like Kapur's performance, as comfortingly elegant as a velvet dressing gown, his comedy silken as mumbling, drunken Harry, his anger tight like a cord as sober Mandola who dreams of money and won't let reality stand in his way - even if that means pledging his darling Bijlee to a loveless life with baba-log brute Badal (Babbar, delivering to the dot).

But here's my angst - this movie could have been so much more. Like champagne gone flat, the film's left lying about for too late, its plot meandering everywhere (including a plane ride through moon-lit clouds, ending in a Maoist meeting), the director so determined to have fun that often, the viewer doesn't. Sure, there are hilarious moments involving pink buffaloes and deep wells, Shakespeare and Sheila Dixit, even a laal rang ka kachcha, and it's all very clever - but where's the self-control? With its intellectual foundation and dramatic potential, MKBKM needed disciplined direction, not wandering shots, predictable banter or dull crudity.

On the upside, Azmi's performance is effortlessly evil until the last swig. Anushka plays her now-familiar loud-spunky-sexy babe, unconvincing but attractive as an eccentric rustic. But despite her Pond-girl entry in see-through top and teeny shorts, Mandola's heart-throb is Imran Khan who's red-hot (literally), stubble and a sardonic air pumping his sex-appeal. With its Trilbys and tractors, malls and Maoism, its stretch limo and smart-boy! lines, MKBKM could have been such a fun ride. But sadly, director ka bhi man dola, rather too often.

Karnal Life Says: ***
Story: Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola wants to sell village lands for malls - can Matru, Bijlee and 'Mao' stop him?

Movie Review: Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola (MKBKM) mirrors the dangers of self-indulgence - of texting and ghee, alcohol and directorial profligacy. The film is based on a little gem of a story - a drunken Haryanvi feudal Harry Mandola (Kapur) wants to sell villagers' lands but is challenged by daughter Bijlee (Sharma), assistant Matru (Khan) and surprisingly, his own drunken self that turns softly socialist at the pour of a peg.

Some lines are dazzlers - "Bachpan se dekh raha hoon, tum dono ki jodi jaise Mukesh aur Nita Ambani!", Matru growling at Bijlee, "Apne andar ke jaali saaf karle - haunted house lagne lagi hai,", sinister CM Choudhary Devi (Azmi) chiding brainless beta Badal (Babbar), "Yahi farak hai tum mein aur Rahul, Sachin aur Jyotiraditya mein!" Indeed, lines like gulabi bhains, sapnon ka Lokpal and the say-no-more pancho-pancho tickle you outside the theatre too. Quite like Kapur's performance, as comfortingly elegant as a velvet dressing gown, his comedy silken as mumbling, drunken Harry, his anger tight like a cord as sober Mandola who dreams of money and won't let reality stand in his way - even if that means pledging his darling Bijlee to a loveless life with baba-log brute Badal (Babbar, delivering to the dot).

But here's my angst - this movie could have been so much more. Like champagne gone flat, the film's left lying about for too late, its plot meandering everywhere (including a plane ride through moon-lit clouds, ending in a Maoist meeting), the director so determined to have fun that often, the viewer doesn't. Sure, there are hilarious moments involving pink buffaloes and deep wells, Shakespeare and Sheila Dixit, even a laal rang ka kachcha, and it's all very clever - but where's the self-control? With its intellectual foundation and dramatic potential, MKBKM needed disciplined direction, not wandering shots, predictable banter or dull crudity.

On the upside, Azmi's performance is effortlessly evil until the last swig. Anushka plays her now-familiar loud-spunky-sexy babe, unconvincing but attractive as an eccentric rustic. But despite her Pond-girl entry in see-through top and teeny shorts, Mandola's heart-throb is Imran Khan who's red-hot (literally), stubble and a sardonic air pumping his sex-appeal. With its Trilbys and tractors, malls and Maoism, its stretch limo and smart-boy! lines, MKBKM could have been such a fun ride. But sadly, director ka bhi man dola, rather too often.