Guess,this has been written keeping hopeless romantics,like me, in mind :
"Kuchh yaar nazar nahi aata, gharbar nazar nahi aata,sansar nazar nahi aata..
Jab pyaar hota hai..." :P
Ajab Prem ki Ghazab Kahani ..or
Ajab Premiyon ki Ghazab short-sightedness
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Yes so I made a really big effort to watch Wake Up Sid.
Travelled two continuous nights in A/C Non Volvo, to watch Mr. Ranbir Kapoor supposedly give the best performance till date and Konkana Sen Sharma act in a Karan Johar production.
To say the least I was not impressed...in fact angry at moments, and disturbed too.
So the movie has nothing new to offer...its Lakshya tossed with Dil Chahta Hai 'yippie'ness and 'cool'dom.
But what bothers me most IN the movie is Ms.Ayesh...aa - 27 year old woman who wants to be "independent",defined by earning for yourself, living alone, cooking and washing and managing your house - basically,do everything yourself and enjoy your company(wait till you are posted in MADurai for one and a half years!!anyway). So all of this is fine. But how does she go about doing this?? by simply moving to Bombay, with nothing else than ONE interview as a Plan, taking up a spacious appartment with a breathtaking view in Bombay and furnishing it with, yes arty,but still very expensive stuff (ask me who has furnished her appartment and managed to stay afloat) and mind you in all this, she hasn't yet found a job; then hopping to 'Mumbai Masala' , her only hope, her dream publication,and giving a 'I will clean your desk creatively' kind of sweeping off the editor (!!!) statement to make it for the job, and stay put in Bombay.
Also (as Deepti pointed out to me and I completely agreed), Mr. Lost Sid so conveniently and predictably finds his passion and gifted talent of photography to see him through, that the real angst which one could have felt with him, transforms into almost an envious unacceptance.
Disturbing-- Disappointing
Okay so I am a lover of the Yash Chopra - Karan Johar Romantic fantasies, but when they promise to be fantasies that I can perch up and look at with stars in my eyes and dreams fluttering in my heart. When with that kind of fluffiness they enter a world with attempts at "identifiable character"creation and then give them no body , it is very unsettling and definitely unacceptable.
Not that the movie was that bad,it did not have great insights,but surely some good moments, my favorite being when Ayesha calls home just after Sid has moved out of her appartment, telling her parents she is missing them a lot.
Now what bothers me AROUND the movie- has to be Mr.MNS maker aka potential Talibanising India guru, Raj Thakeray's publicity at the cost of this movie.
Wake Up Sid- Ten minutes into the movie and anyone, I mean ANYONE, can feel that this movie is like a TRIBUTE to Bombay; and trust me you do not have to be a Bombay-ite to feel that (This coming from a person who has hardly seen the place but is very biased against it).Also, the attempt to make the audience fall in love with the city is the one attempt in the movie, I would say, which comes close to some success. Now for all this, Mr.Marathi Manus, turns blind to SUCH a big favor a movie maker is doing to the city and all that is visible (oh sorry )..audilble to him are the two syllables: Bom-bay..!!
P.S: I am so happy I am no Karan Johar and can call a city what I feel like calling.
Travelled two continuous nights in A/C Non Volvo, to watch Mr. Ranbir Kapoor supposedly give the best performance till date and Konkana Sen Sharma act in a Karan Johar production.
To say the least I was not impressed...in fact angry at moments, and disturbed too.
So the movie has nothing new to offer...its Lakshya tossed with Dil Chahta Hai 'yippie'ness and 'cool'dom.
But what bothers me most IN the movie is Ms.Ayesh...aa - 27 year old woman who wants to be "independent",defined by earning for yourself, living alone, cooking and washing and managing your house - basically,do everything yourself and enjoy your company(wait till you are posted in MADurai for one and a half years!!anyway). So all of this is fine. But how does she go about doing this?? by simply moving to Bombay, with nothing else than ONE interview as a Plan, taking up a spacious appartment with a breathtaking view in Bombay and furnishing it with, yes arty,but still very expensive stuff (ask me who has furnished her appartment and managed to stay afloat) and mind you in all this, she hasn't yet found a job; then hopping to 'Mumbai Masala' , her only hope, her dream publication,and giving a 'I will clean your desk creatively' kind of sweeping off the editor (!!!) statement to make it for the job, and stay put in Bombay.
Also (as Deepti pointed out to me and I completely agreed), Mr. Lost Sid so conveniently and predictably finds his passion and gifted talent of photography to see him through, that the real angst which one could have felt with him, transforms into almost an envious unacceptance.
Disturbing-- Disappointing
Okay so I am a lover of the Yash Chopra - Karan Johar Romantic fantasies, but when they promise to be fantasies that I can perch up and look at with stars in my eyes and dreams fluttering in my heart. When with that kind of fluffiness they enter a world with attempts at "identifiable character"creation and then give them no body , it is very unsettling and definitely unacceptable.
Not that the movie was that bad,it did not have great insights,but surely some good moments, my favorite being when Ayesha calls home just after Sid has moved out of her appartment, telling her parents she is missing them a lot.
Now what bothers me AROUND the movie- has to be Mr.MNS maker aka potential Talibanising India guru, Raj Thakeray's publicity at the cost of this movie.
Wake Up Sid- Ten minutes into the movie and anyone, I mean ANYONE, can feel that this movie is like a TRIBUTE to Bombay; and trust me you do not have to be a Bombay-ite to feel that (This coming from a person who has hardly seen the place but is very biased against it).Also, the attempt to make the audience fall in love with the city is the one attempt in the movie, I would say, which comes close to some success. Now for all this, Mr.Marathi Manus, turns blind to SUCH a big favor a movie maker is doing to the city and all that is visible (oh sorry )..audilble to him are the two syllables: Bom-bay..!!
P.S: I am so happy I am no Karan Johar and can call a city what I feel like calling.
boond boond...
I can see the rain from my room
the drops falling, slipping, settling
on whatever that comes their way
not thinking,hesitating or restraining
just letting themselves fall by
I can hear the rain from my room
Lashing against the windows
Beating the ground, hurting themselves
the drops still touch the surfaces
that give music to their fall
I can smell the rain from my room
Mingled with every breeze that reaches out
Fused with every grain of the soil
freshening it with a scent so fine
being absorbed by it,not knowing why
I wish I could be like the rain outside
Hit myself and not feel the pain
create a beauty no artist could capture
produce a music only hearbeats could murmur
spread the heady fragrance only a new romance could parallel
not "have" to live ...just be myself
the drops falling, slipping, settling
on whatever that comes their way
not thinking,hesitating or restraining
just letting themselves fall by
I can hear the rain from my room
Lashing against the windows
Beating the ground, hurting themselves
the drops still touch the surfaces
that give music to their fall
I can smell the rain from my room
Mingled with every breeze that reaches out
Fused with every grain of the soil
freshening it with a scent so fine
being absorbed by it,not knowing why
I wish I could be like the rain outside
Hit myself and not feel the pain
create a beauty no artist could capture
produce a music only hearbeats could murmur
spread the heady fragrance only a new romance could parallel
not "have" to live ...just be myself
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