Sorry ji the only Jazbaa going on in this country right now is vigilantism and this film just added to that. The only bright spark in this film is the first five minutes where Aishwarya concentrates on the In Your Face Biatches asanas--for all the flak she had to face for her post-baby body. And well the artist formerly known as Irfan Khan. He is good as ever though he has to mouth the most 1980 dialogues. The movie has it's share of twists and turns between the azaan and the Om bracelet that Aishwarya sports but the heavy hand of cliché just steam roll it and then we have a heart rending moment stamped out by such a WTF kahani mai vigilante twist that you just wishes for Aishwarya sake that she had stuck it out with Heroine. Sorry, I have no jazbaa left.