Monday, August 25, 2008
The importance of being nice.
Look at Mr Amitabh Bachchan. Whatever his personal merits and demerits be, he is extremely courteous and self-effacing when speaking to the press. Not 'I am the God of Indian Cinema and you better not ask me any silly questions'. Never. Maybe that's just a facade and all that modesty is just a clever emotional barricade. The point is, he makes an effort when he doesn't need to. People would continue adoring him, even if he was more ego-maniacal or less modest. Fake it, if you don't feel modest or can't be bothered. But at least make an effort.
Attitude is a good thing. Snobby, snooty, holier-than-thou, intellectual-than-thou attitude is just a piggy thing. Recent example: Chip-on-the-shoulder-candidate at office interview can't be bothered to give answers and acts like he/she is doing a favour by appearing for the interview. What's worse, said candidate was desperate for the job but post-interview acted like he/she would do us a mighty favour by joining, and that it was probably too infra dig for the star-applicant. Tough luck. When someone walks in for an inteview, it is also the attitude at test, no matter how impressive their skill-set is. I always thought this was obvious. But apparently not.
Of course, this doesn't mean we should all be robotic prototypes of exemplary behaviour all the time. Arrogance comes in handy when dealing with somebody with a bad attitude. Shout back at the bullies. Aloof, standoffish, cold and impertinent attitude is just the cure for some who deserve a taste of their own medicine. Use the swear words, when they have the maximum impact and when the situation calls for it. Not the whole effing-time. It is not 'cool', really. It just shows your limited vocabulary.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Johnny mera naam
Busy as I am(smirk), I never knew when this movie was released and went and briefly registered itself in my memory. Only when my brother literally ‘forced’ me to watch it this Saturday night. “It is excellent, you will be glued to your seat,” he said. Since I somewhat trust his opinion in Hindi movies, I decided to give it a go right then and there. I watched it with ‘lowered expectations’ as I had no clue whatsoever except that it stars the very good-looking grandson of legendary singer Mukesh. Ah! The joy of seeing a gripping, nail-biting thriller when all you had in mind was a typical pot-boiler.
Hats-off to the director for not resorting to a
In a nutshell, it is brilliant; a very good finished example of ‘how to tell a story’. A film-noir tribute to the 70s. All those references to Parwana, Vijay Anand’s movies, James Hadley Chase, Scarface, establish it clearly that here’s a director who loves movies a bit too much. What’s more, the suspense is revealed at the beginning of the film. And to then keep the what-next element alive, requires directorial panache. So bonus marks for that. I would write about the superb acting here but then the post will run into several pages. May I just say that Neil Nitin Mukesh is a true find. He totally rocks and sure has guts. It requires courage to debut in a ‘negative role’. Especially when you have chocolate faced good looks - the stuff that Bollywood launch-pad romantic flicks are made of.
What then irks me is that NNM doesn’t get half the media-hype that a Ranbir Kapoor gets(forget awards since they clearly follow a different kind of lobbying). I haven’t seen Saawariya, so no comments whatsoever on Ranbir Kapoor’s calibre(or possible lack thereof). But maybe I shouldn’t be complaining. At least NNM got half an IIFA, if that counts. (Fresh Face of the Year award, it seems!. All these award functions should get an award for coining newer categories every year to fit in everyone and please one-and-all. And the most innovative new award for creating new awards goes to..... )
Finally, thank you Neil for dragging me to watch it at gun-point. (I mean my brother not the actor!)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Let me tell you a secret
One of the most phenomenal projects, modern art in progress, innovative-beyond-belief experiments that I have come across in a long span of time. IT is so beautiful and touches such a raw nerve, that it hurts. I don't just get this affected by anything anymore. Books, music and movies used to do it for me, when I would have goose-bumps and shiver all over with the emotion of the thing(not to mention cry hopelessly in public or private). But now although I can admire a good movie or a stimulating read, it doesn't have the same impact. I am jaded.
But postsecret does it for me. Based on the ludicrously simple concept that completely anonymous people decorate a home-made postcard and portray a secret that they had never previously revealed to anyone, albeit, as beautifully and as creatively as they can. I don't know if it is the one-sentence messages crawled across the postcards or the soulful images and visuals they employ t0 make these post-cards, but it blows me away every Monday(the site is updated every Sunday) when I have a look.
Words are simply inadequate. Watch this video(though nothing compares to viewing the post-cards on the website). I want to collect the postsecret books now and maybe even post a secret some day. I am hooked.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
There’s more to Baroda than Sev Usal
A few years ago, I tried googling the word ‘
What I did find after a variety of keyword combinations were various posts on messenger boards and
Now sev-usal, essentially a Maharashtrian dish is hugely, insanely popular in
More recently, I found this breathtakingly beautiful slide-show of old
And here’s a short list of things that set the sleepy, lazy town of
Navratri: Indubitably, it has the world’s best, best Navratri ever. No comparisons. For these nine nights, the city well and truly wakes up and lives it up in an unusual style.
The
The great visionary: Maharaja Sayajirao Gaekwad himself, who had astonishing foresight that is visible in every institution, every monument and every system of the city that bears his stamp.
Culture: Not called sanskar-nagri for nothing. The air of
The Banyan trees: Pardon me for stating the obvious, if it is obvious. But the city does get its name from the magnificent Banyan trees that dot the roads and every park. They are beautiful and very, very
Rail connectivity: May not sound like much but being an important junction has obvious advantages and connectivity that makes life easier.
Block prints: Generally speaking, I haven’t seen the kind of block-printed cotton that you get here(way different from Rajasthani ones), something that’s on the shopping list of all out-of-town family and friends. Really marvellous how they have kept the traditional block prints and the cottons going on for years on end.
Contribution to cricket: By which I don’t mean the Pathan brothers. The Baroda Ranji team and the BCA have a unique association with the game that goes as far back as 1904. The BCA has a beautiful picture gallery of old and new rare moments in cricket history, which is a must-see.
Paan: I have been told by paan-lovers that they just don’t make them like
And last but not the least food: be it Duliram’s penda, Jagdish’s bhakharwadi, Room-zoom’s pani-puri, Pyarelal’s kachori, Sandwiches, bhel and sev-puri on R C Dutt road, and of course Mahakali’s sev-usal.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
why don't you blog?
i get this a lot!(surprisingly). i have several answers. For starters, why should i assume people would be interested in what I have to say. i don't have an opinion on everything in the universe and even if i would, why would I declare it to the whole, wide, world. And who cares two hoots about my favourite flavour of ice-cream or why
No offence to bloggers in general, i am hooked to a number of them and really think they are doing a great job, out there. But it is a different kettle of fish. And not just anyone who can write, can blog. It takes a whole lot of courage to put your thoughts out for the world to judge, criticise and comment on. And courage i lack.
More importantly, my mind just refuses to write when there is no pressure of a deadline(or for that matter no four-rupee per-word incentive). It is a different thing when you are writing for a newspaper and the clock is ticking by and you have to make the
So why i am i blogging finally? Because, after months of persuading myself not to for all the above-mentioned reasons, i finally lost out to the greater truth. Blogging is about celebrating the trivial, and microspecting the mundane. Making daily mountains of molehills, if you like. And more importantly, to stop taking oneself so bloody seriously. To laugh and be laughed at. So now I long to be a part of the big, bad, blogging world out there. Come hell or high water. I blog!