Travelling, anything more than or around an hour, always gives you enough time to wonder about mysteries of life, reminds you of things you have long forgotten. With almost nothing to do and just sit and wait for your destination to arrive, your mind id the only thing you can run freely. People tend to bring novels, listen to music, watch movies, or even do something constructive for a long journey to pass their time. I've tried them all, watching a movie actually works the best for me. But i really like to let my mind run free. I know it can also run free on a sunday or any other holiday, but a static non changing environment around just doesn't work. While travelling everything is changing, at least outside the window. I don't know how but it helps me let go of my mind. It's like it starts talking to me, about past, about friends, about just stuff. It starts to pour explanations in front of me that i'd have never thought of otherwise. The only problem is it never finishes it's stories. It always leaves to some other plot in between leaving me wondering about how it would have ended. But i like each and every one of those incomplete stories it tells me (much like Pheobe from FRIENDS once said about her novels "being the only one who has read them, i can say they have been received quite well").
Hope Thursday, December 13, 2012
So I am in the roadways bus, going back to Jaipur from home. Random thoughts all over my head. And I start to think about a dream i once had of achieving something. That something being something that I’d have died to get at that time. But now if I get that even for no cost, i don’t think it will be same, I don’t get those butterflies in my stomach thinking about what if I actually had that. So what happened in between. Did I find something better than that? I don’t think so Did that something lose it’s lustre? Naah that’s not possible. Did i loose the desire for that something? Naah, even that’s not true. I think I dreamed of that something for so long that it actually became just a dream. I didn't do anything about it, so the belief that i could actually achieve that slowly faded away. With the dying probability my excitement also died. May be it’s just like when we get all hyper excited listening to concept of Santa Claus when you are a kid and wish u’d get free gifts. But what happens when you grow up? Would you not like some fat guy from north pole to drop you something you desired for since a long time, that too for free? Yes, you would. But you don’t get excited on the concept of Santa Claus, because you know that is not gonna happen. May be to get anything we need to make ourselves believe that it can happen. Because it’s only then we can imagine how happy we’ll be when it happens. It’s only then we feel a small part of that adrenaline rush we’ll be getting when it’s really happening. That small part of excitement of it actually happening is I guess a big driving force for us to do what we are supposed to do to make it happen. And at the end may be its all about keeping that hope inside us alive that it can really happen, that we can make it real. Taaliyan!!!
Showdown
I think it all started with Slumdog Millionaire, a hollywood movie adapting typical bollywood masala theme. I mean Hollywood is without a doubt superior to bollywood in almost all respects, then why would it make a movie using an age old masala-formula, which even people in bollywood have started to leave. May be it was an attempt to make a parody on bollywood style cinema, or may be the director seriously liked that genre. Whatever may be the reason, but it started with Slumdog Millionaire. And then I think it was Ghajini, a movie made in home production of a bollywood A-lister, and a complete ripoff from a tollywood movie (which itself was parody of an awesome hollywood flick Momento). I mean what was Amir Khan thinking. All the reasons why any one would hate a tollywood movie were carefully included in every part of Ghajini. A stupid love story that can never happen (now I know that bollywood love stories are no When Harry Met Sally, but atleast they don’t have a heroine who literally proves she’s dumb than a dolphin and a hero who falls for that), all action scene fast forwarded so that it seems that hero is actually fast, a unbeatable hero (Amir Khan sure made an credible effort to make that look realistic, but seriously there is something called fight direction that can be used too you know), and the villains so dumb that they could never think of any possible way to kill a person with no arms (guns!). So there it was, Ghajini, a movie certainly of below standard than currently existing quality of cinema in bollywood. Of course it was a hit, it was an Amir Khan movie, how could it not be, and no one dared bad mouth about the movie. Following Ghajini were a series of tollywood movie remakes (Wanted, Ready, Bodyguard, Singham), and a couple of normal scripts tollywoodified (Dabbang, Once Upon A Time In Mumbai). It was a nightmare seeing bollywood turning into ugly twin of tollywood. I mean there were of course good movies which come and hit you now and then (Wednesday, Oye Lucky Lucky Oye, Gangs Of Wassypur), but these movies often get categorized into non-mainstream cinema. The main stream cinema was surely witnessing a crisis of style and scripts. And then came Talash. The trendsetter of bollywood is here with another trend. He made a movie with a theme that was once used in horror tv show on Door Darshan (remember Aap Beeti?). I mean there were better episodes on Aahat than the movie, for atleast they made people wet themseleves in pants. I don’t know what will happen if the coming movies start to copy who's who of awfull tv shows. Frankly I’m too terified even to imagine. Does it gets worse than this? What’s next? Picking up stories from Mastram's novels (all due respect to that awesome novelist)?
Paani wala - explanation Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Ordinary day at Okhla station. A small boy running after a train trying to sell water, shouting 'Paani 5 rupees'. A mischievous guy tauntingly calls out 'Laa de', knowing the boy cannot reach him as the train has gained enough momentum. The little boy seems pissed and yells back 'Le le' pointing towards his crotch, suggesting that the guy should take his dick. Everyone is amused by the cute little sense of humor the little boy has shown (no sarcasm).
In case you landed on this page first, here's a link to the comic strip.
http://thechormarket.blogspot.in/2012/12/paani-wala-satya-ghatna.html
In case you landed on this page first, here's a link to the comic strip.
http://thechormarket.blogspot.in/2012/12/paani-wala-satya-ghatna.html
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