As I was walking in a night-filled lane in the residential area of Bangalore yesterday, I saw a black Skoda parked almost in the middle of the road, its owner/driver nowhere to be seen. I should have been outraged, indignant or atleast irritated. Instead, I expertly shimmied along the side of the car, avoiding traffic, and moved on. A while later, I came accross a T-intersection where the lane connected to a main road. I witnessed a Zen almost collide with a Swift, with nothing but a disapproving scowl on my face. Only after I reached home did I wonder; should I have reacted in a better way? Am I, and most of the residents in this city, jaded?
The last left turn before I reach home. It is 9:30PM. What I see: A gas station right ahead, with a billboard on top advertising hair care products(Life can't wait, they say). The sloping double road slightly winding right, busy with vehicles with bright lights. The bluish-black starry sky above- somehow, the moon is never seen in this part. The grey stone compound of a school runs along the right side of the ongoing main road. The pink (yessir, pink!) cement compound of an apartment complex runs along the left before disappearing into a side lane. The darkness that spills over from the side lane clashes visibly with the bright luminescence of the main road. And, to complete the picture, a large, shady Gulmohar tree towering over a large part of the right side of the main road. The light from the street lamps doesn't reach under the shadow of the tree.
This picture is etched in my mind with the caption:" My beloved Bangalore". Right from childhood. Of course, the background has changed over the years. A playground replaced the gas station in earlier years, and the playground was always host to grazing cows, not playing children. There were fewer vehicles on the road some years ago. And, oh, the drivers were not in such a tearing hurry to get to their destinations, or so it seems to me. Some things have changed about the picture but the essentials remain the same. Same winding main road, same starry night.
They say you haevn't seen the "real" city until you've lived in its seedy underbelly. I have never met Bangalore's seedy underbelly, leave alone staying in it. I don't really know much about my home. I suppose thats shameful, but I don't feel any shame.
Never mind the idea of fast-changing, modern, cosmopolitan, upbeat Bangalore taking over the world. Never mind the dark forebodings of Bangalore going to waste taking in more people and cars than it can hold. Never mind the lamemtation that the Bangalorean culture is going belly-up. My Bangalore is that picture(sepia-toned, no less) etched in my mind.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Weekend movie night!
My latest movie night started at 9:00PM on Friday and ended at 3:00AM on Saturday. The list consisted of three movies, each of which I will comment on now.
1408

I love horror. I love Stephen King and his morbid tales of spine chilling terror. But I have to tell you, this movie just ain't hot. Maybe the book is better (mostly that's the case), but the movie does not arouse any fear in the mind, heart or anywhere for that matter. Moreover, Mr. Cusack isn't that handsome anymore.
However, the movie did make me think. What is it about fear that it is looked at with such fascination by us no matter how old or wise we are? I'm not talking about the nonsense that is portrayed in the name of fear in movies like Scream. I'm talking about the innermost fears of our heart, our secrets that we guard with our life, our irrational fears. Fear is such a thick emotion. Its amazing what fear makes us do, and not do.
Well, enough of my ramblings. All in all, on the Shiver scale, I give 1408: 6 skulls. Screw 'em, 5 skulls. :)
Jodhaa Akbar

Oh my Goooooooodddddddd! This movie is zu langweilig! I mean, yeah, its a good story, nice sets, melodious songs and all that, but couldn't Mr Gowarikar have used the scissors a little more? Three and a half hours! There were some hazy five minutes during a war scene that I don't remember. I must have fallen asleep.
On the plus side, all the actors have shown great restraint and skill in portraying their characters. I especially mention Hrithik Roshan, the guy who plays Jalauddin Mohammed Akbar. He's awesome. Ash Rai looks stunning as Jodhaa(I love this name). Not surprisingly, she looks even more beautiful without her trademark light eyes and makeup. The locations and palaces are picturesque. The dialogues are, for most part, not understandable. The songs are soft and romantic.
Oh, there's this one song- Khwaja mere Khwaja. It shows the whirling dervishes of Turkey. The song and dance of the Sufi saints is supposed to be beautiful when seen live, but in this movie, its just hilarious. It looks like they're killing mosquitoes or something.
Whats with the hullabaloo regarding the historic authenticity of this story. History is never authentic as its always written by the winners. Moreover there's a disclaimer at the beginning of the movie. So what gives?
Little Children

Hmmmmmm... Watching this movie reminded me of my experience with another movie - The Hours. The movies are nothing similar but the emotion I felt was the same while watching both; confusion. I admit, I was totally lost while watching The Hours, but even with Little children, it was like "Excuse me! What the hell's goin on?" Oh, one important thing; This movie is NOT for little children. :)
So, summary of my movie experience of this weekend? Eh.
P.S: I also watched a little bit of Welcome. Don't even want to go there.
Ciao!
1408

I love horror. I love Stephen King and his morbid tales of spine chilling terror. But I have to tell you, this movie just ain't hot. Maybe the book is better (mostly that's the case), but the movie does not arouse any fear in the mind, heart or anywhere for that matter. Moreover, Mr. Cusack isn't that handsome anymore.
However, the movie did make me think. What is it about fear that it is looked at with such fascination by us no matter how old or wise we are? I'm not talking about the nonsense that is portrayed in the name of fear in movies like Scream. I'm talking about the innermost fears of our heart, our secrets that we guard with our life, our irrational fears. Fear is such a thick emotion. Its amazing what fear makes us do, and not do.
Well, enough of my ramblings. All in all, on the Shiver scale, I give 1408: 6 skulls. Screw 'em, 5 skulls. :)
Jodhaa Akbar

Oh my Goooooooodddddddd! This movie is zu langweilig! I mean, yeah, its a good story, nice sets, melodious songs and all that, but couldn't Mr Gowarikar have used the scissors a little more? Three and a half hours! There were some hazy five minutes during a war scene that I don't remember. I must have fallen asleep.
On the plus side, all the actors have shown great restraint and skill in portraying their characters. I especially mention Hrithik Roshan, the guy who plays Jalauddin Mohammed Akbar. He's awesome. Ash Rai looks stunning as Jodhaa(I love this name). Not surprisingly, she looks even more beautiful without her trademark light eyes and makeup. The locations and palaces are picturesque. The dialogues are, for most part, not understandable. The songs are soft and romantic.
Oh, there's this one song- Khwaja mere Khwaja. It shows the whirling dervishes of Turkey. The song and dance of the Sufi saints is supposed to be beautiful when seen live, but in this movie, its just hilarious. It looks like they're killing mosquitoes or something.
Whats with the hullabaloo regarding the historic authenticity of this story. History is never authentic as its always written by the winners. Moreover there's a disclaimer at the beginning of the movie. So what gives?
Little Children

Hmmmmmm... Watching this movie reminded me of my experience with another movie - The Hours. The movies are nothing similar but the emotion I felt was the same while watching both; confusion. I admit, I was totally lost while watching The Hours, but even with Little children, it was like "Excuse me! What the hell's goin on?" Oh, one important thing; This movie is NOT for little children. :)
So, summary of my movie experience of this weekend? Eh.
P.S: I also watched a little bit of Welcome. Don't even want to go there.
Ciao!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Taare Zameen Par
This is not a film review. I'm sure the blogosphere is full of glowing reviews for this film, and I'm sure you can find them easily. In fact, I think that you don't even have to read a review to go watch this movie. Just trust me, and watch it. Its something every person should do - watch the movie, I mean. Not trust me. :)
Few words to sum up my experience of the movie though: Powerful performances, moving music, untold story.
Few words to sum up my experience of the movie though: Powerful performances, moving music, untold story.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
The Seer
They were seated, two women facing each other in the darkened room. The only dim source of light was a round white ball on the table in the centre.
"You want me to lie?" asked the young girl.
"Lie? No, I don't want you to lie. I expect you to tell them what they want to hear." said the old woman, her eyes closed, her wrinkles soft.
"But I can truly see! Don't people deserve to know the truth?"
"Curse the truth! Truth doesn't bring us pennies, girl! You will not make the customers sad with your bally truth, you hear me?" The old women had opened her eyes wide and was glaring at the girl. She looked eerie in her mirror dress with the many strange beads.
The girl nodded nervously. After a while, the old fake fortune teller calmed down. As she lit a cigarette, she remarked, "And don't wear so much makeup for God's sake. You look like a bloody geisha."
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