10 years ago as a fresher in my college I was made to eat raw Brinjal as a part of the ragging regime. I took two bites before I threw up and pretended I passed out, solely cause I couldn't muster the strength for another bite. It took me a while to get over that incident but eventually it was almost forgotten, until...
Yesterday, when me and my friends planned to watch 'Khwaabb'. Every shot and every scene of the film brought back vivid memories of that raw Brinjal, only this time I was eating with my eyes and ears. Oh! That pain, that humiliation, that discomfort, that inhumanity.
Every aspect of this film (acting, directing, plot) is so grotesque, you actually don't want to talk about it. It was as if I bought a damp match stick for the money I paid for this film. I hope they start a money return policy soon.
People, this film is a decaying radioactive element. Stay away.
Yesterday, when me and my friends planned to watch 'Khwaabb'. Every shot and every scene of the film brought back vivid memories of that raw Brinjal, only this time I was eating with my eyes and ears. Oh! That pain, that humiliation, that discomfort, that inhumanity.
Every aspect of this film (acting, directing, plot) is so grotesque, you actually don't want to talk about it. It was as if I bought a damp match stick for the money I paid for this film. I hope they start a money return policy soon.
People, this film is a decaying radioactive element. Stay away.
