Monday, November 27, 2006

When going big gets small

I never knew you needed Rs.60 crore to tell a story of two married couples going through the marital estrangement. Also, little I knew that it has to be set in the Big Apple. May be Mr. Johar (read a schmuck who can boast to find depth even in a sari by observing the zardosi work, sequins and stones) thought the emotions can’t be envisaged in a filthy Dharavi or rustic Patna. Just think, how would he be able to bring out the designs, the fabric, and the human feel at such places (and how would Preity Zinta be able wear the costliest costume).

And I don’t think I would qualify for having an opinion about Mr. Bhansali (read a deluded man obsessed with his supposed muses) unless I burn a movie set worth a crore every month. The pinch in the pocket is felt only when a talent ridden small time director asks for financing his film. Why? “ The plot doesn’t have a scope…. It…it’s CLAUSTROPHOBIC.”


Yeah so true. Compared to Star Wars, Lord Of Rings trilogy (with all due required respect) a 21 grams or Sideways wont have a scope to make millions or win 11 Oscars (oh Oscars…. one more class example of how important it is to burn millions just to win a politically-socially-racially correct trophy).

So which is the next movie that has amazing locales, exquisite costumes and a budget of $185,000,000. I am so desperate to know.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

I really wanted this blog to be futile but I guess this one has to be an exception.

It was nice sunny Sunday morning. I got up from the bed, and found whole world to be quite awake. (As usual it was 10:30 a.m.)

I start doing what I do only once in a week. (No not a face message but reading the complete news paper. Because its only Sunday times that I find worth reading).

And there I read news of 2 Orissa tribal girls (cousins) getting married with the approval of their elders. After much of the difficulties (like the girls running away) their parents not only agreed but also got them married.

Even though they weren’t able to read this particular article, they showed nothing but a mature sensibility towards such situation.

But just few thousand miles away you find this place called Mumbai, symbol of true liberation. Yeah right.

To prove this right, I have to go back in the time (few months back). It was Andheri sports complex, GIR concert. The air was chilled and filled with marijuana. The crowd began to settle on the ground as some Swedish band ‘freak kitchen’ was playing some lousy music. One of the guys I was with had actually dozed off (yes, despite few thousand watts speaker placed couple of meters away).

I hear few guys sitting beside me getting suddenly amused (no not because of the band because they were being consistent). I tried to see who was the object of their amusement and found a couple sitting in front of me getting too cozy with each other. I thought why would this attract such an attention at a place like this. Its only when the guys got abusive with their comments that I found it was actually 2 guys.

Oh wow! Look how far have we come.