I suppose I deserve a KOTA for watching this movie. My roommate and I thought we'd get a kick out of watching a bad movie. Duh! We started out watching with our laptops at arms' length, in case we got bored. 10 minutes into the movie the laptops were out. In another 10 minutes, phone calls were being made. 1 hour later, I was fast asleep on the couch. I guess the saving grace was that we didn't actually sit through the whole shebang.
I am perplexed, nay, astounded by RGV's remake(sic) of Sholay. It was worse than his other bad movies...which considering that he made a "Mast" is saying something indeed. I beg an answer to the following questions from RGV. Indeed he has a lot to answer to, for butchering Sholay. In fact he didn't just butcher it, he chopped into millions of miniscule pieces, so its hard for us to even recognise that its a remake. Which in a roundabout way, is, I suppose, a good thing. Anyways, here are my questions dear sir. I know you don't read my blog, but thats OK. It just makes me feel better to get this out of my system. Then I can go back to cellular senescence and TCF-4 without this really bad SH(a)AG buzzing around in my head.
1). Why does the camera have to zoom around like a drunken arthropod? It made me dizzy.
2). Why does Nisha Kothari's ass get more footage than her face?
3). Who is this Prashant dude who looks marginally cute, but spoils it all by talking?
4). Why does Ajay Devgan keep saying "Yes"?
5). What was Mohanlal thinking when he accepted this role? He can't speak Hindi to save his life. Hema Malini in the original, speaks poor hindi too...but hey..she's Hema Malini, magnificently, flamingly, beautiful. On the other hand, no amount of fungal outgrowth on ML's face will prevent people from remarking on his Hindi.
6). Why does Sushmita Sen try so hard and fail so miserably at capturing Radha's heartache and grief? Radha was haunting in her tightly wrapped sorrow. Sen is merely unremarkable. On the good side..she doesn't suck, unlike most of the others.
7). WTF is Rajpal Yadav doing? God knows I am his biggest fan and think "Main, Meri patni aur Woh" is an awesome movie..but seriously, what is he doing? Why does he keep referring to all and sundry as "darrrling?"
8). Why does Babban have a family? Why does he actually love someone? Gabbar was pure unadulterated evil. He had no family for chrissakes!
9). Dear RGV, you are a good filmmaker. You made "Satya" for heavens' sake. Now that your flirtation with remaking epics is over and done with, could you please go back to making movies' that you know how to make? Dark movies' about underworld dons and corrupt cops. Not Sholay. Please. Not Sholay.
Oh...one last question....
10). Why is growling into a woman's face, snarling at her like an animal with a toothache, considered sexy?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Mere yaar ki shaadi hai!
Its official..DK and KK are finally getting hitched. After dating for 8 years!! 8 frickin' years!! Just hearing their wonderful news brought back a flood of memories.
I remember the day I first met DK. We met on a picnic in Class XI. It was supposed to be an ice-breaker, for we had all just passed our 10th Board Exams and had chosen to study at "Apte Prashala". I often wonder why I chose that miserable excuse for a college...it didn't even have a rest room for women...you read right...no Ladies' Loo! I don't even want to get started on the teaching( ha ha joke!), lab facilites (non-existent) etc. But I digress. This is about DK.
We met on the picnic to some village whose name started with "K" and ended with "gaon". I had a copy of "Emma" with me...yep I thought I would read since I knew I wouldn't understand a word of the gabbing in Marathi. And she had already read it. I was ecstatic. Here was a girl who had read "Emma"(not just P&P, but Emma!), loved Wodehouse as much as I did, and spoke perfect English.(In those days a requirement, since I was still a Marathi virgin and the Hindi that most Maharashtrians speak is comical to say the least!) We hit it off instantly. We remained friends through the 2 years we spent at Apte. We giggled over Magre sir's pathetic attempts to discipline the class. Stuffed our faces with the samosa (Rs.2 for 1 samosa and it was HUGE) at Indori Farsan. Railed incessantly against the ugly copper sulphate blue salwar suit that we were condemned to wear to college. Dreamed of going to Medical College together. Those dreams were quickly snuffed out. I didn't do well enough to get into GMC, which is where she headed for her MBBS.
But we stayed in touch. We chatted over the phone and we always met when she came home to Pune on a break. Serene and lovely Sunrise Cafe morphed into the brash and metallic Dosa Diner and then back into Sunrise cafe again (minus the charm this time around). Thats where we always met. Outside Sunrise Cafe. She would usually show up 40 minutes late. I would be on time every single time inspite of knowing she would be late. Then we would march down JM Road, debating the merits of Kamat versus China Garden and eventually end up at Shiv Sagar. Every single time. She would have Pav Bhaji and I would eat Cheese Onion Utthapa. Then we would gorge on the delicious Idli Chilly fry together. This was an unvarying routine. Oh, I might substitute an Idli Vada sambar for the utthappa, but that was as adventurous as it got. And we talked and talked. We never ever finished talking. I remember she would always jump into her Indiranagar bus in the middle of an unfinished conversation.
She and KK started dating in their 2nd year at GMC. I met him when he came down to Pune for a visit during a break. The dude was blessed with more than his share of good lucks. And he was sweet and funny and intelligent. She had snared the last nice guy on Earth! Those were fun times. There were occasional trips to Mumbai. I remember her sneaking me into the Ladies Hostel at GMC inspite of me being female!(Apparently the mama was very khadoos!)
I've known her for 11 years now. We've been the best of friends for all 11 of those years. I can't remember a single cross word spoken between us. She has been a supremely wonderful friend. If there is anyone who deserves this happiness, it is her.
11th January is the big day, and I will be there. To see 2 of the best people I know begin a new life together.
Here's wishing DK and KK a blissfully happy married life! I hope to be aunt to their 6 children. I shall spoil them all rotten!
I remember the day I first met DK. We met on a picnic in Class XI. It was supposed to be an ice-breaker, for we had all just passed our 10th Board Exams and had chosen to study at "Apte Prashala". I often wonder why I chose that miserable excuse for a college...it didn't even have a rest room for women...you read right...no Ladies' Loo! I don't even want to get started on the teaching( ha ha joke!), lab facilites (non-existent) etc. But I digress. This is about DK.
We met on the picnic to some village whose name started with "K" and ended with "gaon". I had a copy of "Emma" with me...yep I thought I would read since I knew I wouldn't understand a word of the gabbing in Marathi. And she had already read it. I was ecstatic. Here was a girl who had read "Emma"(not just P&P, but Emma!), loved Wodehouse as much as I did, and spoke perfect English.(In those days a requirement, since I was still a Marathi virgin and the Hindi that most Maharashtrians speak is comical to say the least!) We hit it off instantly. We remained friends through the 2 years we spent at Apte. We giggled over Magre sir's pathetic attempts to discipline the class. Stuffed our faces with the samosa (Rs.2 for 1 samosa and it was HUGE) at Indori Farsan. Railed incessantly against the ugly copper sulphate blue salwar suit that we were condemned to wear to college. Dreamed of going to Medical College together. Those dreams were quickly snuffed out. I didn't do well enough to get into GMC, which is where she headed for her MBBS.
But we stayed in touch. We chatted over the phone and we always met when she came home to Pune on a break. Serene and lovely Sunrise Cafe morphed into the brash and metallic Dosa Diner and then back into Sunrise cafe again (minus the charm this time around). Thats where we always met. Outside Sunrise Cafe. She would usually show up 40 minutes late. I would be on time every single time inspite of knowing she would be late. Then we would march down JM Road, debating the merits of Kamat versus China Garden and eventually end up at Shiv Sagar. Every single time. She would have Pav Bhaji and I would eat Cheese Onion Utthapa. Then we would gorge on the delicious Idli Chilly fry together. This was an unvarying routine. Oh, I might substitute an Idli Vada sambar for the utthappa, but that was as adventurous as it got. And we talked and talked. We never ever finished talking. I remember she would always jump into her Indiranagar bus in the middle of an unfinished conversation.
She and KK started dating in their 2nd year at GMC. I met him when he came down to Pune for a visit during a break. The dude was blessed with more than his share of good lucks. And he was sweet and funny and intelligent. She had snared the last nice guy on Earth! Those were fun times. There were occasional trips to Mumbai. I remember her sneaking me into the Ladies Hostel at GMC inspite of me being female!(Apparently the mama was very khadoos!)
I've known her for 11 years now. We've been the best of friends for all 11 of those years. I can't remember a single cross word spoken between us. She has been a supremely wonderful friend. If there is anyone who deserves this happiness, it is her.
11th January is the big day, and I will be there. To see 2 of the best people I know begin a new life together.
Here's wishing DK and KK a blissfully happy married life! I hope to be aunt to their 6 children. I shall spoil them all rotten!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Its in my head and I can't get it out!
It takes me about 5 minutes to drive to school from home. Another 7 minutes to find parking. I usually spend those 12 minutes listening to the "Matty in the Morning" show on an FM station cornily named Kiss! For some reason they play this Carrie Underwood song every day when I'm driving. And now its in my head. Can't get it out. Its called "Before he cheats". I like it. Its about a girl who trashes her ex-boyfriend's car because he cheats on her! Its a feisty song. I like the kind of ass-kickin' message it sends.
Go forth my sistas..don't get mad...get even with the jerks who do it to you.
Go forth my sistas..don't get mad...get even with the jerks who do it to you.
Kabhi Kabhi...
"Kabhi kabhi aise lagta hai ki life itni bhi buri nahi hai."
Thus spake my roommate recently. Shades of unsuspected depth from that young lady.
It has been a rather decent 1 week or so. My non-existent social life witnessed a brief burst of activity. I tested my Salsa dancing skills at a small club on Friday. I didn't suck too much. Maybe the Zinfandel helped.
Pani-puri and bhel was feasted upon on Saturday. Well worth the 30 minute drive to the Indian grocery store.
I was part of a large, raucous group of 22 who went out to dinner on Sunday. We made a great deal of noise and were quite obnoxious, as only a large group of young people pumped up on Adrenaline(or in some cases Beer) can be.
I met up with some old friends on Monday over an excellent dinner at a superb Afghani restaurant in Cambridge.
Yep...not too bad.
Thus spake my roommate recently. Shades of unsuspected depth from that young lady.
It has been a rather decent 1 week or so. My non-existent social life witnessed a brief burst of activity. I tested my Salsa dancing skills at a small club on Friday. I didn't suck too much. Maybe the Zinfandel helped.
Pani-puri and bhel was feasted upon on Saturday. Well worth the 30 minute drive to the Indian grocery store.
I was part of a large, raucous group of 22 who went out to dinner on Sunday. We made a great deal of noise and were quite obnoxious, as only a large group of young people pumped up on Adrenaline(or in some cases Beer) can be.
I met up with some old friends on Monday over an excellent dinner at a superb Afghani restaurant in Cambridge.
Yep...not too bad.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Koffee, Mallika, Meiyang, Ankita
I spent this weekend catching up with Indian TV. I watched all the piano rounds of Indian Idol3 and several episodes of Koffee with Karan-season2.
Indian Idol3...none of the singers seem terribly impressive. Charu is very good, as is Emon. Meiyang is cute, and sings well, but I think can only sing one kind of song...soft and romantic. Richa sings like a child. Smita sings well, but needs to learn to compose herself. It was sad to watch her say that she thought she would be voted out because of her looks. I wish she would have more confidence in herself, because I don't think her singing can be separated from the other aspects of her personality and until she is confident about herself, as a person,she probably will not reach her potential as a singer. And Alisha needs a KOTA for always harping on about her not being a "complete package". Presumably singing is an important part of this package deal, and Suhit couldn't sing to save his life. And Alisha staunchly supported him...unbelievable!
Udit is probably the best judge...well atleast he and I seemed to agree on the singers! He is encouraging, says exactly the right things about their singing. Also, he seems to wear his heart on his sleeve...love that.
A word about Ankita...she seemed to be the most disliked girl in the group. Personally, I thought she was not a bad singer at all. I know they do all the drame-baazi for extra kicks, but all the girls seemed incredibly bitchy, mostly about her! And she seemed relatively unfazed by it..what a thick-skinned 17 year old. This new generation is just so bratty and full of themselves. Its pretty incredible!
"Koffee" with Karan.
This show is like a latte..light and frothy. I can do light and frothy for a bit. I only need my coffee black once in a way. Karan is better and bitchier than ever. Shah Rukh is so pompous its stopped being funny now. Rani...really, for once in your life tell the truth- In the event of a plane crash you would not save yourself but would save SRK and Kajol! Puhleeze dahling! Kajol...same old bubbly Kajol, a little less effervescent, but fun to watch none the less.
I really enjoyed watching Mallika and Sanjay Leela Bhansali. Eccentric and ego-centric as he is, he still came across as pretty sane. She is just so screwed up. She thinks people will notice her only if she says these crazy things that don't make much sense.(I will only make friends with people who are ready to be subservient to me!) To be honest, it seems to have worked for her....so what the heck. I hope she doesn't believe half the crap she spouts. Because thats what it is...BS.
The others only get short descriptions:
Kareena-dumb
Shahid-smarter than her for sure
Karisma-looked gorgeous
Hrithik-funny
Priyanka-chalta hai
Tabu-chilled out
Shoha De-takes herself too seriously
Vijay Mallya-came across as a cool dude. KJo was hopelessly out of depth when Mallya started talking about stakeholders and government. You could see KJo's eyes glaze over.
Konkona-boring
Kunal Kapoor-seriously hot
Riteish Deshmukh-endearing
Hema Malini-sincere and soooo beautiful
Jaya "aunty"- hopelessly insincere
Shweta Nanda-spoilt brat
Esha Deol-Didn't say much
Sanjay Dutt-all heart
Priya Dutt-very smart
Preity Zinta-Flat Coke
Bobby Deol-reasonably sensible
Saif Ali Khan-beleaguered
As is obvious...I watched about 30 hours of television this weekend. More than I have watched in 1 whole year. It was fun while it lasted.
So, to make up for it I watched Oceans 13 last night. I actually dozed off for about 10 minutes in between. 'Nuff said.
Indian Idol3...none of the singers seem terribly impressive. Charu is very good, as is Emon. Meiyang is cute, and sings well, but I think can only sing one kind of song...soft and romantic. Richa sings like a child. Smita sings well, but needs to learn to compose herself. It was sad to watch her say that she thought she would be voted out because of her looks. I wish she would have more confidence in herself, because I don't think her singing can be separated from the other aspects of her personality and until she is confident about herself, as a person,she probably will not reach her potential as a singer. And Alisha needs a KOTA for always harping on about her not being a "complete package". Presumably singing is an important part of this package deal, and Suhit couldn't sing to save his life. And Alisha staunchly supported him...unbelievable!
Udit is probably the best judge...well atleast he and I seemed to agree on the singers! He is encouraging, says exactly the right things about their singing. Also, he seems to wear his heart on his sleeve...love that.
A word about Ankita...she seemed to be the most disliked girl in the group. Personally, I thought she was not a bad singer at all. I know they do all the drame-baazi for extra kicks, but all the girls seemed incredibly bitchy, mostly about her! And she seemed relatively unfazed by it..what a thick-skinned 17 year old. This new generation is just so bratty and full of themselves. Its pretty incredible!
"Koffee" with Karan.
This show is like a latte..light and frothy. I can do light and frothy for a bit. I only need my coffee black once in a way. Karan is better and bitchier than ever. Shah Rukh is so pompous its stopped being funny now. Rani...really, for once in your life tell the truth- In the event of a plane crash you would not save yourself but would save SRK and Kajol! Puhleeze dahling! Kajol...same old bubbly Kajol, a little less effervescent, but fun to watch none the less.
I really enjoyed watching Mallika and Sanjay Leela Bhansali. Eccentric and ego-centric as he is, he still came across as pretty sane. She is just so screwed up. She thinks people will notice her only if she says these crazy things that don't make much sense.(I will only make friends with people who are ready to be subservient to me!) To be honest, it seems to have worked for her....so what the heck. I hope she doesn't believe half the crap she spouts. Because thats what it is...BS.
The others only get short descriptions:
Kareena-dumb
Shahid-smarter than her for sure
Karisma-looked gorgeous
Hrithik-funny
Priyanka-chalta hai
Tabu-chilled out
Shoha De-takes herself too seriously
Vijay Mallya-came across as a cool dude. KJo was hopelessly out of depth when Mallya started talking about stakeholders and government. You could see KJo's eyes glaze over.
Konkona-boring
Kunal Kapoor-seriously hot
Riteish Deshmukh-endearing
Hema Malini-sincere and soooo beautiful
Jaya "aunty"- hopelessly insincere
Shweta Nanda-spoilt brat
Esha Deol-Didn't say much
Sanjay Dutt-all heart
Priya Dutt-very smart
Preity Zinta-Flat Coke
Bobby Deol-reasonably sensible
Saif Ali Khan-beleaguered
As is obvious...I watched about 30 hours of television this weekend. More than I have watched in 1 whole year. It was fun while it lasted.
So, to make up for it I watched Oceans 13 last night. I actually dozed off for about 10 minutes in between. 'Nuff said.
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