She stands with her bulging pregnancy, outside the Kolkatta airport and flags down a taxi. The taxi driver is puzzled to hear from the passenger her destination...... the police station at Kalighat! “For the first time I am coming across someone arriving by air and asking to be taken to the police station”, he mumbles to himself.
The young man, standing inside the metro train, swaying and holding onto the support above, is curious about the baby milk bottle left behind by a careless mother on the seat . He bends down to pick it up and throws it into the trash can.
An explosion ..... white gas......and lots of dead bodies. A terrorist attack, with the nerve gas, Sarin.
Cut....flashback! He is necking Vidya Balan in a flat in London . The picture of a happy, contended couple. Immediately after, you see her cringing in distress, holding the photo of a serious, young man who was definitely not the one, having a whale of a time with her, just minutes earlier.
From then on she's on a mission. Armed with this photo, she's on a trip to to trace out the guy - a terrorist - whom she professes to the people, that she comes across, to be her husband. The police inspector is smitten by her beauty and goes out of his way to help her trace the man. By doing so, he doesn't realise that he's after a dreaded terrorist .
As he gains valuable leads, he's shocked by the systemic way in which his leads and informers are eliminated.
The IB, too, gets into the bandwagon, driven by the pregnant lady and the lovesick policeman.
Will the lady come across the terrorist? Who has the last laugh? How does the end get depicted? I shall leave it to the potential viewers in movie halls, across the country.
Tailpiece.
(a) The above piece has been adapted from a friend's write up and I thank him for the inputs!
(b) Authentic portrayal of Bengali culture, music, food and a riveting storyline. Good performances from all the protagonists. Another national award for Vidya Balan?
(c) You will bathroom sing the energetic background score, ‘Aami shotti bolchi‘ for weeks!
And hum along with Amitabh Bachchan , singing Tagore’s immortal song ‘ Ekla cholo re‘.
The young man, standing inside the metro train, swaying and holding onto the support above, is curious about the baby milk bottle left behind by a careless mother on the seat . He bends down to pick it up and throws it into the trash can.
An explosion ..... white gas......and lots of dead bodies. A terrorist attack, with the nerve gas, Sarin.
Cut....flashback! He is necking Vidya Balan in a flat in London . The picture of a happy, contended couple. Immediately after, you see her cringing in distress, holding the photo of a serious, young man who was definitely not the one, having a whale of a time with her, just minutes earlier.
From then on she's on a mission. Armed with this photo, she's on a trip to to trace out the guy - a terrorist - whom she professes to the people, that she comes across, to be her husband. The police inspector is smitten by her beauty and goes out of his way to help her trace the man. By doing so, he doesn't realise that he's after a dreaded terrorist .
As he gains valuable leads, he's shocked by the systemic way in which his leads and informers are eliminated.
The IB, too, gets into the bandwagon, driven by the pregnant lady and the lovesick policeman.
Will the lady come across the terrorist? Who has the last laugh? How does the end get depicted? I shall leave it to the potential viewers in movie halls, across the country.
Tailpiece.
(a) The above piece has been adapted from a friend's write up and I thank him for the inputs!
(b) Authentic portrayal of Bengali culture, music, food and a riveting storyline. Good performances from all the protagonists. Another national award for Vidya Balan?
(c) You will bathroom sing the energetic background score, ‘Aami shotti bolchi‘ for weeks!
And hum along with Amitabh Bachchan , singing Tagore’s immortal song ‘ Ekla cholo re‘.
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