Apparently this was a search engine term that led to my blog some days back. Hahaha…
Well, Winkie - the bitch of a labrador pet of mine is in her last days of her second heat. Even as an assortment of stray dogs of every shape, size and colour have been haunting my neighbourhood for a shot of the pedigree import. Not a chance, I’m relieved to say.
There’s this one particular black and white stray dog thats like, one sixth of Winkie’s size - and one can but only admire the persistence with which he pursues the amorous female-dog in season. He’s like an honest watchdog forever guarding my balcony, hoping for the single moment when Winkie breaks loose and she can become his.
That stupid dog’s been sneaking up to my first floor apartment and resorted to peeing on the front door, oh how diabolical! And once, there was this accident in which, I believe he meant to pee but ended up dropping other solid stuff. Hahaha, stupid dog.
So thats where Winkie is, for the time being. Under house arrest. I wonder who wanted to know 
I woke up today morning at six thirty
Twenty nine seem like words so dirty
Now I’m watching Friends on TV
And the dog’s about to sing happy birthday to me
Before I went to bed last night
Two friends mellowed me; namely vodka and sprite
As a result, midnight missed calls reigned supreme
While I did surprising song sequences in my dream
The world still seems the same, only I have aged
Even as a sea of turmoil inside me raged
I’m going to miss being twenty eight
I feel like a perfect fisherman’s bait
How quickly did all these years pass by
Half a lifetime flits in a blink of an eye
Much as I hate it, I’m growing old
I’m panicked and nervous - hey, I’m not that bold!
My aunt called me to wish me the other day
At 71, she’s feisty and spirited - that I can sure say
She refused to believe I was twenty nine
I laughed to hear her echo thoughts exactly like mine
I then wondered, if I really have to grow older by the year
Like her, I’d at least live life to the fullest - no fear
I suppose I should be thankful I’m not thirty
I stand corrected - those are the words most dirty
The bad news is that I watched Woodstock Villa and Sarkar Raj in the same afternoon. The good news (at least for me) is that I lived to write this post. I’ll say one thing for Sikandar: Woodstock Villa isnt really his debut movie. Really. Its actually a three-hour long music album with bits of acting thrown in by so-called debutantes and one Arbaaz Khan who’s now an expert at doing odd bit roles, I think.
The music throughout the film is loud, garishly jing-chak and I felt like I was permanently stuck in a discotheque rather than a dark theatre. The movie is like a slumbering giant that somehow bides its time and wakes up in the last few minutes to reach a most interesting climax that Hitchcock himself would approve.
While Sikandar is so refreshingly different from the regular yuppies who debut on the big screen whether you want them to or not, I expected a more sensible film from the son of Anupam and Kirron Kher. Woodstock Villa turned out to be the exact typical, bollywood masala movie that I dread and want to stay miles away from. I watched this one just for you, Mr & Mrs Kher.
As for Sarkar Raj, I knew it was going to be a most sober movie with no light moments whatsoever even as Abhishek Bachchan stares at the camera dead panned and a loud clanging follows every piece of affecting dialogue delivered by the hero. I was not disappointed, thereby not bothered much.
All three Bachchans were deadly serious in the movie and Abhiskek went the extra mile to finally end his role in it. Sarkar’s 10-minute long monologue at the end of the movie seemed like hours to me as somehow this person and that person was behind this plot and had planned to do this, through him and to god only knows what.
The ending was so unbelievable as Ram Gopal Varma shares his thoughts with the audience when Sarkar orders his grandson back home before the curtains fell. One can guess that he plans to resurrect Abhishek Bachchan in Sarkar-Part III wherein he will play the grandson in a inimitable style unique to Bollywood. Good luck to everyone involved and especially to us, the guinea pig of an audience.
I watched Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull for two main reasons - Harrison Ford & Steven Spielberg. I’ve been Harrison Ford’s fan ever since his dashing presidential role in Air Force One. So even though I’ve never watched an Indiana Jones movie before, I was prepared to enjoy the forces of Ford & Spielberg together in action.
The film kicks off with a sort of apology as Jonesie goes: “We were a lot younger then” when beckoned by the bad guys to embark on a fresh, fool-hardy adventure. Come on, I dont care if the hero is an older guy! And I dont know what was the purpose of incorporating the line in the script but all it did was: it made me realize that the hero isnt exactly a spring chicken. Not that it matters when Harrison Ford is concerned.
There was a scene in which Ford reminisces, looking at Sean Connery’s picture and calls him dad. So I’m guessing Connery was the original Jones and his son is the latest adventurer with the same surname, in the very same tradition à la - Phantom, the Ghost Who Walks.
Which brought me to the question - who under the canopy is Indiana Jones? As the movie progressed, it became increasing clearer to me that he was a kind of James Bond as well as a mentor to a young rebellious Fonzie like character straight out of the Happy Days set in the film.
What I also learnt was that Indiana Jones was more than just 007. This movie was somewhat of a James Bond meets Lara Croft, Tomb Raider meets Tarzan meets Apocalypto meets ET mishmash. Although I dislike movie endings that have an alien theme just so that they can explain all the mysterious forces at work in the first place.
The movie has its funny moments and I liked watching it once. Once being the operative word. I went to watch an ex-president in action and in return I got a hat-fixated, dusty clothes wearing, whip carrying character, albeit still with the killer smile that never gets old.
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