It was almost 11:30 at night, outside a very semi sleepy railway station in Nerul. I got off one station early just be safe and get a rickshaw ride home. A confident mirth started trailing me as I saw a huge trail of available rickshaws to me home, sweet home! I found me night rider!
Confined by my habitually ugly mannerisms, I start to this guy, at 11:30 pm on a lonely, barren and sort of eerie road home. I ask him where is he from, and to my shock and surprise he was not my home-land brotherin- he was a Marathi manus!
He spoke pretty well, and must have been a killer because he almost gave me a heart attack with his sudden spurts of well constructed sentences of English! I was beginning to construct my next cab diary entry!
It was short 10 minute ride. When he dropped me home, he very politely, slightly demurely requested me to ask around if anyone needs an art teacher. I was very confused! Then he explained, saying he was an art teacher by the day and a rickky by the night!
I actually traveled to Jamshedpur from Mumbai by train, living an Indian Railways journey for more than 24 hours. I thought that was enough to apply for the Noble Prize; but held back on my maid’s persistence! (Actually she travels 3 days to reach Assam, and comes back every time! Alive! )
Well the most amusing part of the Indian Railways is the co-sufferers, popularly known as co-passengers. I met one who spoke more than Varun Gandhi, and was equally brash in his sense of humour! I have no clue of his name, age, and other bio data; but some things I learnt, without choices were: he was a hard core masculanist (for people like his, I can either use this word, or mofo bastards!), he thought BJP can change the face of this earth (he should accompany Varun Gandhi in the latter’s new home) and he believed that the Ram Sevak’s at Mangalore were right. Under ordinary circumstances, I would have fed him to the hungry dogs en-route! But I was well supported by an elderly man, who supported our women causes. An interesting conversation/ argument that made!
Another entertaining part of the railway journey in India is the concept of mobile kitchens. One can actually start a restaurant with the inventory available. I actually saw a family of 9, traveling with 3 births on them, and a stove, vegetables, grams, even flour to make chapattis! I guess they covered up for the lack of birthday by their mirth for food!
All in all, I thought I would need books to kill 32 hours of this journey, but co-sufferers sufficed!
March 19, 2009 at 3:55 am · Filed under Uncategorized
Hilarious video where Femina Miss India 2009 contestant Hanika Paryani goes on a rant without any substance to what she is saying using the word ‘confidence’ 4 times in a span of 10 secs. We’ll for her sake we hope she wins the “Miss Confidence” title at Femina Miss India 2009 contest.
I was just surfing the internet for some scoops to twine my writing around, and I was surprized at the truth in the marketing funda “SEX SELLS”. I, being a prude, am not very fond of sexual conversations; but still clicked on almost every story even offering a peek into the racy subject.
I looked up a lot of sites and some of the stories that got a click from me were:
•Ranbir Kapoor reveals his experience of losing his virginity at 15- no goss here; it was a magazine ad!
•Abhishek Bachchan wanted to sleep with Zeenat Aman- really… don’t tell me he didn’t for his dad!
•Pamela Anderson’s top slides down at the Paris Fashion Week- the news should be she was wearing something that could cover her boobs in the first place!
And then I came to write, and stoped reading random news stories.
On another note, Indian politics is rolling its carpets out as the elections approach. Politicians and existing MPs have already started campaigning, even before they were assured a ticket! Some faith they have in this Gandhian anarchy.
I was very upset with the authority with which some nincompoops criticized SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE, when even seven generations of their family couldn’t produce something half as magical.
I ask this question; why to film critiques believe we want their opinion on the garments and lighting and editing, when none of them have any clue of even the difference between online and offline editing! When some of the senior most journalists were lambasting about the stark show of poverty in the movie, I wish to ask, why on earth we consider Satyajeet Ray a legend, just because he did it black and white! And people who kept at trying to look for plausibly and logic breaks in the scripts, why do you go gaga over James Bond, cause really, if he can survive poison, cyanide, being beheaded and chased be half dead and deadly ogres, why can’t a young boy in India talk in English!
All I mean to say is that a critique’s job is to give you an objective view on some platforms that he/she has some expertise on. Imagine if Subhash K. Jha or Khalid Mohommad made a movie…actually don even imagine…you haven’t sinned enough yet!
I just saw Dilli 6 yesterday, and I’m now looking for a lawyer to help to sue Rakesh Omprakash Mehra for mental torture.
Firstly his innate advertiser came out. The movie was more of a MOTOROLA ad than three hours of confusion. And second, the lead actor should be ‘masakkali’, the dove, cause not many other act as such. But I don’t blame them; imagine them asking the director for directions and ROM saying, just act like you feel the pain every Indian is going through, or just follow the lovely dove for all you care!
Abhishek Bachchan is enjoying the double paychecks (MOTOROLA and ROMP), and Sonam Kapoor is just the one to add to the aesthetic value, and do the masakkali dance mainly for promos! (Not really, she wasn’t that bad actually!).
There is a whole sub story around this thing called the monkey man. I completely empathize with ROM’s emotion in mocking the mass behaviour, and their tendency to twist a tale to suit their call. But I also wish it was put forth more sensibly. The other plots laced around this cause were religious riotary, hooliganism and basic Indian errors that lead to the apology of today. The only itch here was that the basic plot and fabric of movie was lost. Most people were more involved in ‘that’ scene than trying to make the movie as a complete.
I guess this may have germinated from some slack in the screenplay. It looked like whiffs of great ides put together in a not so great way.
After Rang De Basanti, I still hold immense respect for Rakesh Omprakash Mehra, but he failed to deliver this time. I guess not his best day! My only fear now is, that the movie didn’t have a conclusive ending, and thus the fear of a DILLI 7 in his belly!
