Sahi Dhande Galat Bande is a kind of unique effort. It teases the conscience awake. It’s a warm and honest film that looks with unblinking directness at issues which are more relevant now than ever. If Anna Hazare were to see this film he would surely smile.

You leave the film with the painful sound of crashing dreams reverberating in your ears.

Bravo, Yashraj for bringing such exceptional new talent to our cinema. Bravo, debutant director Maneesh Sharma for taking us through the organised chaos of traditional weddings in movements of pure pleasure and enjoyment that communicate themselves to the audience. Hours after watching the film, I’ve still not stopped smiling.

…is not just a film that opens up the tattered edges of Indian politics. It dares to walk right into the muck with restraint, vigour and some sensitivity. The film has some outstanding cinematography by Sachin Kumar Krishnan. The camera seems to be looking into places in the characters’ psyche that perhaps even the screenplay isn’t aware of.

…is a sly, shimmering mirror of a dysfunctional society always craving for more… not knowing where the greed to be upwardly mobile finally ends.

Heart-warming in its sincerity and utterly wedded to the feeling of romantic integrity, “Jab We Met” is the kind of cinematic experience that is hard to come by in this day and age of smoky cynicism and borrowed rage.

The free-flowing enchantment induced by this film about the simmering discontent of a nation and a generation hurling into damnation is so real and yet so surreal, you wonder if there can ever be a film so filled with indignant ideas and yet so calm and spacious in its storytelling.

“Swades” is a unique experiment with grassroots realism. It is so politically correct in its propagandist message that initially you wonder if the government of India funded the director’s dream.

Old yet passionate, frail yet sublime, the estranged lovers in Yash Chopra’s film are no ordinary love birds. Their body language, demeanour, speech and attitude hark back to an era when emotions were hallmarks of human nature, not designer things to be used as and when required in bubblegum concoctions that masquerade as romantic musicals in our wretched times.

Garm Hawa is not just a cinematic experience. It is much more. It is a treatise on life’s most precious emotions. Unfiltered, raw and still hurting.

These are wounds that never healed.

And never will.