It was not about hanging a man; it was about hanging the evil that is getting fed in our society.
Yesterday, young Mumbaikars conducted a peace rally – a funeral of Mumbai’s safety, from Apsara Talkies to Nair Hospital, Mumbai Central, Mumbai.
Initiated by my friend, Varun Anchan, an aspiring Advertising professional, the news about the campaign got spread like fire, thanks to all the social media tools. In a very short time span of 3 days, the Facebook fan page received over thousand attendees. But surprisingly, the number of the actual attendees did not even reach hundred. Reason being – either the fact that the rally didn’t get legal permission (and it was revealed) or it was raining consistently and our delicate dahlings didn’t want to fall sick or they didn’t get permission from home or they didn’t want to ruin their Sundays. Thousand reasons, thousand possibilities.
But the good thing about it is that only those who cared dared to come. Only the sincere ones made an attempt and we realised how strong the so-called spirit of Mumbai is.
Those who came, treaded from Apsara Talkies to Nair hospital with their mouths taped, because enough had been said, but nothing has been done. Our screams and shouts have always been unheard.
Yesterday, silence was the loudest one. It spoke about how brutally the safety of Mumbai has been killed, how they slaughtered our peace, and how they choked our voices. But, the inner voice of the Mumbaikars (or for that matter, any human being on this planet) cannot be choked so easily.
We mourned on the funeral of the safety of our city. We sympathised for ourselves, our broken hearts and shattered peace.
We did all this, but what next?
Next in Agenda –
1. Meeting to register ourselves for what we stand for
2. Signing a petition to put forth our demands... demand for our safety
Hope, it’ll change things.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Daring-Delhi Upset- Belly
Finally I got to watch this much alleged hilarious, side-spitting, uproarious film – Delhi Belly.
To my surprise, I couldn’t grade the movie as either good, bad or ugly... thanks to so many plot elements that made the film much-talked-about, much-criticised and at the same time much-profiting film of the month.
The Daring Delhi
Aamir has hit a bull’s eye by taking the whole story to the city (infamously) synonymous to crime. Duniya mein there are only three places where anything can happen to anybody anytime – Mumbai, Delhi and Las Vegas. Janta is bored of watching Mumbai masalas throughout their lives, and perhaps Aamir didn’t want to make a Hangover 3. But the last resort Delhi turned out to be the best one.
I have been in Delhi for not more than 24 hours, but some scenes were taking me back to the lanes of this malign metropolis time and again. (No hard feelings, all Delhi-wasi. Every place comes with some good and bad things. I still love the stately roads of Rajpath, and the tangy taste of golgappa a.k.a. our very own panipuri still lingers on my tongue, and I equally hate the crowded roads and poor functioning of trains during monsoons in Mumbai.) Two stark opposite classes of the town are very well portrayed in just 102 minutes. Kudos, Abhinay Deo for this!
The Upset Belly
Like Shobha De said, this film is full of potty scenes (and it’s just doesn’t work for me too, Shobha). I don’t know how people can ‘digest’ filthy toilet humour. No doubt, Kunal Roy Kapoor is a brilliant actor and a big fat reason for the film’s outstanding success, but excuse me; I just couldn’t stand a gross fat man sitting on even-gross potty creating dirty animated sounds.
Yucks!
Negative marking for this one.
Abusement Daily
Gone are the days when Haramzade, main tera khoon pi jaunga was considered as the epitome of profanity. Here comes a f**king hilarious script full of BC, MC and swear words alike.
A bold (but could-have-been-risky) step taken by Mr. Khan.
Today, we all are habituated listening and talking in the DB language. When we are in friends, we start and end our conversations cussing. And, it’s no big deal at all!
Cussing has become good. Best friends have turned ‘big-time-f**kers’, compliments got changed to ‘f**king awesome’ and ‘kicka**’ , and girlfriends have started ‘bi***ing’ not gossiping.
This is the language we use every f**king day, then why not accept it on the big screen?
I think, it’s time to get shot of this hypocrisy and be bold enough to face the reality.
If you are going with family, you’ll obviously get awkward throughout the film. It’ll take time to shed your double standard shields, and have a truly open-minded and frank dialogue with your parents. (I know it’s damn difficult)
If you are going with friends, please don’t go only to laugh your a** off on foul words. For me, as the actors started squealing swear words, it caught my attention for some time, but later I started focusing on the story and the thought more than the words.
In real life, when we are talking generally or discussing something very serious, do we spare a moment and laugh out on when somebody says WTF?
I think it’s very stupid to go brouhaha over the levels of blasphemy or have hysterics on it – it’s just a part of our colloquial vocab.
And I think the same was the motive of the two aces (Aamir & Abhinay) - to make India brave enough to shed its double standard shields.
But, what they didn’t know was that people will come to the theatres only to get pleasure from the cussing part, and not enjoy the real essence of the story... or did they know it??
Hmphh... After all, everything is subjective... sigh.
In short, cussing no cussing, potty-sans potty, its yet another work by the Amir Khan Productions. A beautiful attempt towards amazing detailing, witty dialogues, bold portrayal of hard-hitting reality. But, the impact somehow got flushed in the toilet!
P.S. – Was proud to see my friend’s name in the credits. Good work Waris! You made it there! :)
To my surprise, I couldn’t grade the movie as either good, bad or ugly... thanks to so many plot elements that made the film much-talked-about, much-criticised and at the same time much-profiting film of the month.
The Daring Delhi
Aamir has hit a bull’s eye by taking the whole story to the city (infamously) synonymous to crime. Duniya mein there are only three places where anything can happen to anybody anytime – Mumbai, Delhi and Las Vegas. Janta is bored of watching Mumbai masalas throughout their lives, and perhaps Aamir didn’t want to make a Hangover 3. But the last resort Delhi turned out to be the best one.
I have been in Delhi for not more than 24 hours, but some scenes were taking me back to the lanes of this malign metropolis time and again. (No hard feelings, all Delhi-wasi. Every place comes with some good and bad things. I still love the stately roads of Rajpath, and the tangy taste of golgappa a.k.a. our very own panipuri still lingers on my tongue, and I equally hate the crowded roads and poor functioning of trains during monsoons in Mumbai.) Two stark opposite classes of the town are very well portrayed in just 102 minutes. Kudos, Abhinay Deo for this!
The Upset Belly
Like Shobha De said, this film is full of potty scenes (and it’s just doesn’t work for me too, Shobha). I don’t know how people can ‘digest’ filthy toilet humour. No doubt, Kunal Roy Kapoor is a brilliant actor and a big fat reason for the film’s outstanding success, but excuse me; I just couldn’t stand a gross fat man sitting on even-gross potty creating dirty animated sounds.
Yucks!
Negative marking for this one.
Abusement Daily
Gone are the days when Haramzade, main tera khoon pi jaunga was considered as the epitome of profanity. Here comes a f**king hilarious script full of BC, MC and swear words alike.
A bold (but could-have-been-risky) step taken by Mr. Khan.
Today, we all are habituated listening and talking in the DB language. When we are in friends, we start and end our conversations cussing. And, it’s no big deal at all!
Cussing has become good. Best friends have turned ‘big-time-f**kers’, compliments got changed to ‘f**king awesome’ and ‘kicka**’ , and girlfriends have started ‘bi***ing’ not gossiping.
This is the language we use every f**king day, then why not accept it on the big screen?
I think, it’s time to get shot of this hypocrisy and be bold enough to face the reality.
If you are going with family, you’ll obviously get awkward throughout the film. It’ll take time to shed your double standard shields, and have a truly open-minded and frank dialogue with your parents. (I know it’s damn difficult)
If you are going with friends, please don’t go only to laugh your a** off on foul words. For me, as the actors started squealing swear words, it caught my attention for some time, but later I started focusing on the story and the thought more than the words.
In real life, when we are talking generally or discussing something very serious, do we spare a moment and laugh out on when somebody says WTF?
I think it’s very stupid to go brouhaha over the levels of blasphemy or have hysterics on it – it’s just a part of our colloquial vocab.
And I think the same was the motive of the two aces (Aamir & Abhinay) - to make India brave enough to shed its double standard shields.
But, what they didn’t know was that people will come to the theatres only to get pleasure from the cussing part, and not enjoy the real essence of the story... or did they know it??
Hmphh... After all, everything is subjective... sigh.
In short, cussing no cussing, potty-sans potty, its yet another work by the Amir Khan Productions. A beautiful attempt towards amazing detailing, witty dialogues, bold portrayal of hard-hitting reality. But, the impact somehow got flushed in the toilet!
P.S. – Was proud to see my friend’s name in the credits. Good work Waris! You made it there! :)
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thanks to a refreshing blog about an equally refreshing topic, Shobha Dey got a remedy for my boredom.
Watching DB today... (Better late than never)
Watching DB today... (Better late than never)
Boredache
A tasteless pineapple juice, sleepy afternoon and not a single piece of work to do!
Such an irony it is -
When we are snowed under piles of work, we hate life for being mean; and when we have no work at all, we feel how aimless our life is.
Whatever said and done, boredom is the most boring thing in life.
Such an irony it is -
When we are snowed under piles of work, we hate life for being mean; and when we have no work at all, we feel how aimless our life is.
Whatever said and done, boredom is the most boring thing in life.
Friday, July 1, 2011
To celebrate or not to celebrate...
Okay, at the outset, let me make it very clear that this post does not mean to make any political inclinations towards or aversions against any political party, body or a member of society.
Yesterday, while sipping through hot coffee, my phone beeped. It was yet another marketing SMS from an unknown number. I opened it insipidly and read ‘Anna Hazare Anshan will start from 16th August.’
The moment I finished reading it, I very instinctively blurted out, “That’s it! I am not going to celebrate this birthday!” The person sitting across the table asked why, and I realised the gravity of my impulsive decision. I made him understand the reason behind it, on which he didn’t comment much.
The topic was closed then and there.
But today, when I rethink over it, the feeling of going by the decision grows stronger and stronger in my mind.
Perhaps, my decision is purely out of guilt for not doing much to support Anna’s last act of protest. Simply ‘liking’ it on Facebook or being Anna’s fan on FB Fan Page doesn’t help, right?
Sometimes, we feel ourselves to be very common to take uncommon steps like participating in social commotions, protests, rallies or any other initiatives taken for the betterment of the society. After all, how will I as ‘Aam Janta’ make a difference? And if the difference can be made, there are thousand others to do that, why bother?
But there are thousand others who think the same. That’s the quirk of fate in this country!
Everybody thinks ‘why me’ and does nothing. And I, disgracefully, fall in the same category.
But there’s one Anna Hazare – a 71 year old man fighting for civil rights of a young country like India.
Now coming to my hasty decision –
16th August happens to be my birthday. And it will be morally wrong to celebrate while a 71 year old man is going on a hunger strike for me as an Indian. While I will be cutting my birthday cake, he’ll be trying to cut a deal with the Government.
I am too small to do anything radical as going on hunger strike (again a typical hypocrite statement). But I can always contribute as much as I can and be there with him in spirits.
Annaji, I am with you!
Yesterday, while sipping through hot coffee, my phone beeped. It was yet another marketing SMS from an unknown number. I opened it insipidly and read ‘Anna Hazare Anshan will start from 16th August.’
The moment I finished reading it, I very instinctively blurted out, “That’s it! I am not going to celebrate this birthday!” The person sitting across the table asked why, and I realised the gravity of my impulsive decision. I made him understand the reason behind it, on which he didn’t comment much.
The topic was closed then and there.
But today, when I rethink over it, the feeling of going by the decision grows stronger and stronger in my mind.
Perhaps, my decision is purely out of guilt for not doing much to support Anna’s last act of protest. Simply ‘liking’ it on Facebook or being Anna’s fan on FB Fan Page doesn’t help, right?
Sometimes, we feel ourselves to be very common to take uncommon steps like participating in social commotions, protests, rallies or any other initiatives taken for the betterment of the society. After all, how will I as ‘Aam Janta’ make a difference? And if the difference can be made, there are thousand others to do that, why bother?
But there are thousand others who think the same. That’s the quirk of fate in this country!
Everybody thinks ‘why me’ and does nothing. And I, disgracefully, fall in the same category.
But there’s one Anna Hazare – a 71 year old man fighting for civil rights of a young country like India.
Now coming to my hasty decision –
16th August happens to be my birthday. And it will be morally wrong to celebrate while a 71 year old man is going on a hunger strike for me as an Indian. While I will be cutting my birthday cake, he’ll be trying to cut a deal with the Government.
I am too small to do anything radical as going on hunger strike (again a typical hypocrite statement). But I can always contribute as much as I can and be there with him in spirits.
Annaji, I am with you!
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