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No rain No grain,  "Ghanan Ghanan" But all in vain.  Now, pay or play.  Bhutan's XI decide to save  Their dharti-ambar  By the Gentlemen's game "Chale Chalo".  Firangi Russell is insane,  Loving is the gori mem.  Meanwhile Gauri "Radha" chhori is in envious flames. Her beloved "Kanha" is in a love triangle, Unrequited Lakha's in a haze. The boys train, Kachra spins, joins the game.  Nigh is the day, "O Palanhare" please save! Scorching sun rays The English and their ways Bhutan's XI struggle In pain and hail Bhuvan when he's kept his strike Over the days Bhuvan's ablaze And the crowd is amazed As the ball goes up Up all the way Alas it is caught By the scheming angrez Oh no! Oh yes!  It is a six The paschim is dazed. Farewell farewell  To the taxing days Farewell farewell For here comes the rain "Ke bhaiyya chhooti lagaan!"

Source: IMDb Pari is a question mark on the sensibilities of childhood fables. It is far removed from a world of binaries, where the good is puritan white and the evil is satanic black. Its story juxtaposes such fantastic characters as jinns into the real world, grey and pulsating with emotions. It humanises the feared, making us feel for the numbed, making us realise frame after frame that there is life within those without it. The film starts off with a dewy mise en scene and maintains it throughout the two hours of runtime, possibly signifying the unpredictability of the unknown hiding behind a pall of rainy mist. But the suspense does not linger for long. The overuse of auditory jump-scares—which are nothing but amplifications of minuscule diegetic sounds—makes for a heart-wrenching first impression and an indifferent last one. Indian audiences have had enough of those shrieks, heavy breaths and sudden jerks since the Ramsay days. What’s so different about Pari then? Its ability