Kevin Pietersen Twitter Parody: @kevinpp24 or @KevPietersen24?!

It’s been over a week after Kevin Pietersen released his autobiography. The book is a bold and direct accusation of the internal politics and rifts in the English dressing room. KP has blamed some of the senior players for his ouster from the national team. Soon after the book release, a new parody KP account was created under the name of “KP Genius” on the popular social networking site, twitter. The account has ridiculed every bit of KP’s autobiography. Here are some of the tickling tweets!

“It’s tough being KP genius on twitter. People love to see my tweets. Might defect to Facebook though…” tweeted the parody account. The actual tweet by KP was “It’s tough being me playing for England. For me, the saddest part about all this is that the spectators just love watching me play and I love playing for England.”

The other tweets that followed by the parody account were:

“All these gold medals makes me wish Cricket was in the Olympics. If it was, in 4 years I’ll be South African again so we would have a shout.”

“People who say Test Cricket is the pinnacle haven’t played IPL in front 80,000, slapping Indian medium pacers about at a 141% strike rate.”

“We’ve lost 5 Tests this year and to be honest, KP doesn’t want to be associated with a team full of losers. Read into that what you will.”

“Not sure about retirement yet. Been advised by my great mate at Chelsea Eden Hazard to keep you guessing so you all hang on KP’s every word.”

“Could see Rudolph shaking like a leaf when KP was at the top of my mark. Intimidated by the wizardry that was about to head his way.”

“@markbutcher72 we’re just watching the 98 highlights. Is it true that KP inspired your 1st ton after you watched me bat for Natal?”

“KP going to start a petition to increase prices of Test tickets. You should have to pay at least 3 figures to watch genius’ like KP.”

“Note to ex-pros. Make sure you’re better than KP before you have a pop. Which means unless you’re Don Bradman, keep your mouth shut.”

“Kids, if you want to be a decent spinner like KP then you need 5 things: flight, guile, grip, rip and genius.”

“Got asked who’s had more clubs: KP, Luke Wright or Peter Stringfellow? Dont care. KP plays where the £££s are. Giving the World his genius.”

While Kevin Pietersen is still doubtful about who this mysterious person could be, the reactions from others are worth noticing. KP believes that it some of his ex-team mates who are playing dirty tricks on him. Ironically, players like Eoin Morgan and Matt Prior are actually following the fake twitter account of KP.

Well, that’s all for the entertainment! You can catch up the real Kevin Pietersen by following @kevinpp24 and the fake account by following @KevPietersen24 !

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Bhardwaj’s Haider: A Brief Review


Directed by: Vishal Bhardwaj

Starring: Shahid Kapoor, Tabu, Irrfan, Kay Kay Menon and others.


When you go for Vishal Bhardwaj’s Haider, the beautiful, scintillating Kashmir does not greet you on the screen. Instead, the insurgency-hit Kashmir, heavy with uncertainty, unaccounted deaths and internal conflicts awaits you on the screen. Adapting one of Shakespeare’s longest and most complex plays into the trouble-torn Kashmiri backdrop, Bhardwaj effortlessly merges one man’s political ambition for power with the increasing internal unrest and a young man’s discovery of mortality, revenge and forgiveness in the aftermath of his father’s death.


Bhardwaj carefully implements the universality of Shakespeare’s Hamlet in his Haider, adding plot twists of his own and reinventing title characters. Two of the major changes in Haider are those in the character of the eponymous hero himself and his mother Ghazala (Gertrude in Shakespeare). Bhardwaj’s Haider untangles himself from the eternal cycle of revenge, triumphing his mother’s words of peace over his father’s death wish for revenge. Ghazala, as envisioned by Bhardwaj, walks on the precipice of self-conflict and becomes a victim of circumstances rather than being a co-conspirator in the disappearance of Haider senior. Her husband’s inattention towards her and his preoccupation with work drives her to find solace in the arms of her brother-in-law, Khurram. Ghazala is far from being a deceptive, cunning and scheming queen personality. She, in Haider, is an overprotective mother who can do anything to protect her son.


Haider is a tragedy at both a personal and national level. Ghazala echoes the state of Kashmir when she calls herself a ‘half-widow’. Much like her ambiguous marital status post the disappearance of Haider senior, Kashmir is caught in a ugly truce between the Indian state, Pakistan and local insurgents:  unsure of its belonging and uncertain of its future. Everybody wants a part of Kashmir just as both Khurram and Haider want Ghazala for themselves. Ghazala’s self-mutilation towards the end of the film can be seen as her act of defiance, an attempt to emancipate herself from the conflict of being a loyal lover and a dedicated mother in self-destruction.  Haider , on the other hands, stands on the verge of getting dispossessed of a mother he loves to the point of obsession. The lurking desire to fight for motherland is evident in the young Haider. Therefore, Haider lives under the dual threat of losing both his mother and his motherland. His crisis is that of losing everything.

Irrfan’s conman avatar Roohdar embodies the ghost from Shakespeare’s Hamlet effectively because here is a man without a name, without an identity. He emerges out of smog and gets miraculously healed in the waters of Jhelum. He remains a mysterious, shady character throughout the second-half of the film, emerging out of nowhere and vanishing into nowhere!

The film’s cinematography brilliantly captures the horrors of war, the palpable vulnerability of a conflict-hit state and the tangible uncertainty of the insurgency of the 1990′s. The waters of Jhelum get murky with the blood of the deceased and become a makeshift grave for the unidentified dead. The pristine stretches of snow is interrupted with the blood and gore of blood lust. The shadows on the prison walls become synonymous with the horrors of detention and interrogation. Here is a Kashmir that is a heaven where all hell has broken loose! The hauntingly beautiful background score adds to the bleak ambiance of the film. Melancholy becomes almost a language in Haider. The stellar cast pitches in with commendable performances.

All said, Haider seems to be a little indulgent and veers on the line of getting a tad over the top at times. However, here is a film that no cinephile should miss catching at the big screens, solely because it is Bhardwaj’s Haider more than anything else. And what a brilliant one at that!


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Candle in the Wind

A photo taken by Ronny Sen



“Molested! She has been molested!” rose the cry. The very trauma associated with the word was enough to give a lot of us goose bumps! After all, there was not a single girl who had not been groped somewhere or the other at some point of time! In spite of that, calling for a proper investigation and trialing the veracity of the claim of molestation, an impartial investigation of the matter was requested.  A campus which has been a cradle of the freedom would not have accepted punishment for the non-guilty. After all, victimizing the innocent is as heinous a crime as hushing up an actual offense! Demanding punishment without having concrete and sustainable proof against the person accused is condemnable!  Hence, the demand was to investigate and lend a ear to both the alleger and the alleged. However, even such a just demand fell on deaf ears! Therefore, the voice of protest was born and the language that the varsity students adapted was one of peace. Melodies and rhythms of protest rang in the nook and cranny of the vast campus. Yes. There were weapons. Yes. They were potentially lethal ones! After all, who doesn’t know that the pen is indeed mightier than the sword! Therefore, the voice of guitars and the bold strokes of the brush might have appeared to be a great threat to the intelligentsia of some! Probably the hum of songs that echoed in the darkness of the night scared them into denying a dialogue with these ‘miscreants’! Why, even the reasonability of a sit-in demonstration without hampering functioning of the university was questionable. But unleashing armed forces on students who had  given a cause as grave as gender inequality and campus safety their all for over 150 hours? I’d rather leave the reader to decide for themselves the justification behind the course of action taken for ‘dispersing’ a peace protest!


A lot has been seen and said since the fateful night of 17th September.  Like every story, this piece of history too has two sides to it. All of us have our eyes and ears, apart from something called a brain at our disposal and hence can decide for ourselves on what the truth is. A stand can accordingly be taken; keeping in mind the successive incidents (read mishaps)! One can believe in either this or that, or, for that matter, check out the WIKI page of the #hokkolorob protests and let their sense and sensibility arrive at a conclusion.


However, in other news, the turnout in the successive peace rallies with the primary agenda of raising a voice against police brutality on students has escalated from 5000 to a whopping 60,000 plus! Delhi, Bangalore and Mumbai have been in solidarity besides a lot of other colleges and universities all over the country. The alumni of the varsity, spread over a 100 cities in countries all over the globe have united for a cause. Again, I shall leave it to the reader to decide on the motivation behind the heartfelt and spontaneous participation of so many for a cause that might, to some people, appear to be diminutive. But then, to each, his own!

On the ending note, the fight is far from over! In fact, it has only just begun! Let the candle burn bright in these stormy times!


P.S: It has been very difficult for me maintain an impartial stand on the matter and I apologize for every instance where I’ve let my emotions overpower me. But the, here is an anecdote. When I stepped into the university campus for the first time in my life, I was a wide-eyed teenager aspiring to be a part of the revolutionary cradle that the varsity has been! Jadavpur astounded me. I had grown up on stories that emerged out of the melting-pot of culture, ideals and lifestyle that the varsity has been!  For me, it was like stepping into life itself. Jadavpur taught me to think independently! Jadavpur taught me to never be ashamed of who I was! Jadavpur taught me the true meaning of sorority! Jadavpur was the brave mother who nurtured me for the battle of life! When I see my varsity mired in controversies and debates today, when I cannot hear the hum of music mingled with verses rising out of the depths of the campus, it feels like my freedom has been taken away from me! It feels like my mother is behind the bars! For me and lot of others like me, Jadavpur will be motherland! And therefore, fight shall we tooth and nail till freedom is ours!

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