Blogging is like making an STD call of early 90’s. Both the things are easier to do at night. While lower calling rates bag it for the STD calls , a more silent and peaceful room & comfortable of laptop makes blogging better at night.
But this post will see the “light of the day”
With all due respect, to KKR fans, exploited software engineers (these guys have to be here, with or without any reason) and other troubled souls of the nation, I am living a life that can be termed as an exaggeration (or exasperation) of contented life. Infact, I have always enjoyed my circumstances. But things are easiest these days . The workload is equivalent to frequency of commercial breaks in a repeat telecast of a shehnai show on doordarshan, or lesser only. In a nutshell, am as busy as Regional manager of Antarctica branch of carrier Aircon (Bacha log, notice the surrogate advertising)
And, after a lot of struggle & seena jhapti, I am able to get the screening of DDLJ at near multiplex. Yeh strike bhi abhi honi thi.
Watching Old Hindi movies is a bliss in itself, Thanks to Zee classic & Zee premier, I have got a strong hold on “Royal-Republican” Hindi movies & now I feel myself compatible to create a new field of interest on Mastermind India & win it too. I strongly feel that if there are two things good for my heart, they are saffola cooking oil and Hindi movies. These movies do not trouble my heart with unsuspected twists and unexpected endings. They are so obvious. Take my favorite case, most probably will be yours too, the rape scenes are invariably interrupted by the hero who comes crashing in through some expensive glass door, or Honest school teachers are usually killed by the bad guy while the teacher's kid hides behind a flower pot and takes a colored mental photograph of the killer for future revenge. (Definitely not my favorite, but its better to highlight more than one example)…phew…my posts are so self-explanatory.
Thanks to “prastut hai Hindi fatichar film”, every Saturday on doordarshan, I have grown up seeing Sunny deol planting his "dhaai kilo kaa haath" & Akshay –UNBUTTONED-Kumar..then the khilaadi boy...cooing pervert numbers with thigh baring girls and sending the toned and muscular gundaas flying with his karate kicks...I remember once I kicked the door after I was back from school...Mum heard the loud bang...Two slaps later I was as calm as Gurudutt silently scribbling my homework...
Mithun the messiah..he has to be here!
Although he deserves a separate post, but now I plan to write a book on him, and due to royalty issues with the publisher, am just giving this messiah a modest tribute. This one goes for you….
Last week, it was a lucky Sunday: After gulping down huge quantity of lunch, as I turned on to the Z-Premier, guess who it was, It was Gunda. I can just say one line about this movie
““There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who have seen “Gunda”. And those who shall see it.”
No prizes for guessing my category!
Overview of movie: The mid 90s were marked by great intellectual ferment and socio-political change in India. With unbridled economic liberalisation strengthening the unholy faction of politicians and moneyed ruffian, the nation witnessed fundamental transformations —a fact that was being systematically overlooked by popular escapist entertainment which minted money through vacuous NRI romances, forgetting its solemn duty to be the mirror of its times. …samjhe!!!
The movie is an unforgettable struggle of Shanker, a coolie in an airport is a hard-working Indian man forced to balance time between an overweight girl friend, an even fatter sister, an overacting father, alcoholic friends and a pet monkey who can drive a car. It is Shankar and his family that is crushed underneath the “system” of the 90s. The system that was corrupted by Bulla, the main evil & his gang comprising of Pote (Pote—jo aapne baap ki bhi naheen hote), Chutiya, (Bulla’s hermaphrodite brother who is kept alive through a steady supply of “London se sex ki goliyan” in the hope that he becomes a “mard” or man), Ibu Hatela (Meranaam Ibu Hatela, Ma meri chudail ki beti, baap mera shaitan ka chela, khayega kela?”), Inspector Kale (iske yaad nahi :P) & last but not the least kafan chor neta” (Dilli se billi ka dudh peeke aaya hain)
Am sure, you guys are now cannot afford to be in first or second category of people. Watch Gunda. Again and again. There has never been a movie like this before. Trust me. There never will be one like this again.
Well Am running out of time, office hours are soon going to be over & for those who think, I can have a lot of K ka keedas in my blog, wish you an even worse reading.
The blog title still needs an explanation….phew…my blogs are so self explanatory
