I did today and I’m torn between deciding whether I liked it or not. Prior to the movie, I had no idea who was in it, who had directed it or what was it all about. Now that I’m done watching it, I got to know that:
- Well known actors from other previously successful movies have been cast in the movie. Therefore, there are a lot of familiar (read: stereotyped) faces assembled together to work their magic. Now I’m not against people finding work or anything but maybe some new faces would have eradicated the sense of deja-vu throughout the film.
- The movie’s about portraying the age old charm of Delhi. No wait, its about religious differences. But there is also romance and family drama and the Taj Mahal! And about 10 other topics that were feel-good but crammed into a 3 hour visual that couldnt decide which topic to focus on at best.
The movie starts when Abhishek Bachchan’s grandmom is diagnosed with old people’s disease(s) in the US and she insists on going back to Delhi so she can die at home. They land in Delhi airport and are immediately introduced to the tales of The Monkey Man on TV, who made several real-time news headlines sometime back by attacking people in the streets of Delhi.
In the meanwhile, our hero meets the object of his affection and does weird things like interfere in her arranged marriage proposal meetings to slapping a local cop back in reply thereby landing in jail briefly.
Heavy focus is given on the we-all-love-each-other Indian togetherness where people totally unrelated to each other do things like take granny to the hospital not to mention feeding her porridge at night. Neighbours love each other explicitly thus even though own brothers put up a wall in their house to live separately albeit under the same roof.
Continue reading ‘Did you watch Delhi 6?’
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The F word? I know we’re offended by it. Most of us, including me, dont use it on a regular basis. But making a big deal out of it at the end of a rock show is ridiculous. Wait, its more than that – its fucking ridiculous. Especially when that band was Pentagram, made famous by Vishal (of the Vishal-Shekhar duo who’s making sappy bollywood songs compared to this band’s music, I now realize)
I’m not a major Pentagram fan, I admit. Because I havent really listened to them much before. But I like music concerts even though to my sorrow, I live in a concert-starved place unlike some of you lucky people living in the metros.
So when a local college invites a prestigious national band to perform in their fest, I usually hunt down my friends working there and extort passes from them each year.
The show kicked off by Vishal saying:
I know you guys are respectable professors (crowd booing!) and shit but at a Pentagram show, no body sits down. (I cheered) So you have two choices, either you guys can – (quick rethink) – I humbly request you to please stand and join this party with us!
The concert was fun. The band mostly played their original compositions some of which I’d never heard before but it was tremendously interesting watching them perform. Vishal rocks! I think I love him.
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Here are the instructions:
USING ONLY ONE WORD! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to only use one word answers.
Unfortunately, here at Blah Unlimited I found it hard, no excruciatingly difficult, to give one word answers. Apologies to Shaliya who tagged me for not sticking to the rules.
1. Where is your cell phone?
It is wherever it starts ringing from.
2. Your significant other?
Is quite significant even though you dont read about him much here.
3. Your hair?
Short and coloured and currently not obeying the rules of conditioning.
4. Your mother?
A very sweet person, god bless her soul.
5. Your father?
Like me, only was more gregarious and smarter.
6. Your favorite thing?
Currently, playing travian online. My village needs to be catapulted for me to come back to real life.
7. Your dream last night?
Cant remember.
8. Your favorite drink?
Vodka and limca. Limca kicks Sprite’s a$$.
9. Your dream/goal?
I told you I dont remember my dreams. Ditto for goals.
10. What room you are in?
Room of Requirement. Everything I need is right here!
11. Your hobby?
Blogging, movies, books, music, traveling.
12. Your fear?
Dentists. If they ever declare bankruptcy, its because of people like me.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
My 5 year plan (when I do have one) does not extend to 6 years. Duh!
14. Where were you last night?
Am I a suspect?
Continue reading ‘The Q & A tag’
I’ve lost all enthusiasm about going for picnics. Today was the annual office picnic and although I have been attending these since I’ve joined, I gave this year a miss. Many people asked me why. I just didnt feel like going this year.
The funny thing is I always give this theory when people act pricey about attending social events especially when they’re expected to be present. The theory goes something like this:
There are some people (in this world) who will always say that they wont be going and the rest have to beg, plead, cajole and whine for them to finally consent. That is only if the following sentences are uttered – Come on, it will be no fun without you. Please come, it wont be the same. And so on and so forth.
Theory not applicable here, of course.
The definition of a picnic isnt a fun event for me anymore. I dont know what kind of picnics you guys go to but the ones I end up in usually involve a group of people playing cards from 10am till 5pm. Last year, the winner made about 4000 rupees by the end of the day. A worthy task indeed and much boasted about till this date. Another group of people will be dancing for approximately the same period of time, watched by The Audience who probably dont know how to play cards and dont know how to dance either, in my opinion.
And before anyone asks, I belong to the dancing category.
And there is one teetotaller who will be given the most important job of being the bartender. He will be immensely popular that day and will be everybody’s friend as long as the drinks keep coming. The moment the bar closes, he runs for his life and a commotion is guaranteed at the empty bar.
Happens every year.
Continue reading ‘It aint no picnic’
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