January 30, 2006

O.K. I know I am going to get a lot of flak for this post, but what the hell, it's never stopped me before. So here goes.

Rang De Basanti -- An immature film for immature audiences.

If Mr. Rakeysh Mehra keeps making films like this, he's going to have to insert many more y's into his name before he sees a change in his fortunes. To me this film is like a brightly coloured cocktail that looks good in the glass, but one that you just cannot drink because it tastes so bludy awful.

And yes, I did taste it. I went to see it yesterday afternoon and came away thoroughly disappointed. It looks to me like the makers of this film were determined to pack in as much entertainment as they possibly could in the first-half, and then after the interval you get the feeling that they're saying: Okay folks, we've given you what you came for, now let's wrap it up quickly and go home!

In the first-half Aamir Khan appears to have gone back into Dil Chahta Hai mode with all the youthful mauj-masti ... only this time it's a bit of an overdose (there is also the fact that the wrinkles on his face are now starting to show). There are a few catchy tunes to keep you awake and a steady stream of one-liners that I did not find even remotely funny; though others in the audience seemed to be lapping it up with relish. The second-half of the movie is such utter nonsense, it's surprising that someone like Aamir would want to have anything to do with it. Perhaps it was the failure of Mangal Pandey that pushed him into it.

If this was never intended to be a serious movie with a serious message, then I guess it would have been okay -- we've come not to expect too much from Hindi movies anyway. But after listening to what Aamir and the rest of the production team had to say on NDTV recently, I thought they were actually trying to get a serious message across.

And honestly, I didn't expect that message to be something as jejune as: "Don't just sit there and complain, go out and change the system. Join the armed forces, the civil services; get into politics and make a difference!"

But what was really shocking was the way the film goes about conveying this message during the second-half. First Aamir and his pals assassinate the country's Defence Minister (whom they blame for their air-force pilot friends' death in a faulty MIG) and then after realizing their folly, go live on All India Radio and tell listeners not to do what they have done; that they were wrong! No, the right way to change the system is not to finish off all the politicians and bureaucrats, but to join their ranks and do it from the inside! ... Seriously, what do they think we are - a bunch of primary school students??

And how many young men and women do you think will be inspired to join the armed forces when the movie itself shows the Indian Air Force and the Defence Ministry in such a bad light? ... After watching this film, I doubt there will be too many out there eager to be strapped down in a flying coffin, just so they can be called martyr's.

So now do you see why I call it immature? Because the film is childish and contradicts itself.

I think film-makers like Rakeysh Mehra tend to forget that there are people in the audience who expect more than just the regular time-pass fare. 'Change the system' it seems. Well, I'm sure educated men like Mehra know fully well that the system cannot be changed. The rot has set in too deep. Changing it would be akin to taking out so many bricks from the wall that eventually the wall itself will come crashing down. And in a country like India, a collapse like that could be disastrous. Hence, I tend to side with those who argue that a corrupt system that manages to preserve law and order is better than having no system at all ... which would result in anarchy and chaos.

With all due respect to those of you who think it deserves a 5-star rating, I personally would not give Rang De Basanti anything more than one-and-a-half stars out of five. One star because all the actors put in quality performances, and an extra half because Alice Patten did such a wonderful job of her Hindi.

BFN.

January 26, 2006



For Bun.

Come little girl,
that I shelter you from the world,
that I shield you from hurt,
that I melt into my embrace your sorrow
before it even comes.

Come, that I hold you near,
that I give you a love and caring I have never known,
that I longed for but never saw.

Come, that your life speak of the beauty and joy
which I want you to live for the two of us.

- Denis Guiet

January 15, 2006



life is nothing
but a mutual benefit
association

... and those who use us
often bring welcome relief
from the weight
that bears us down.

January 9, 2006

Greetings of the New year! Many thanks for all the good wishes. I hope 2006 turns out to be a fruitful year for each and every one of us.

I attended a wedding reception last evening where I met many old friends. Now the thing with old friends is you never can tell how they will greet you. Some will be thrilled to see you and quickly start to reminisce of the good old days, while others will pass you off with the casual hi-hello-it's been such a long time routine and then slip away to the bar, never to be seen again all evening, save the occasional patronizing glance in your direction.

And to some people knowing what you are doing career-wise is all important. If you are working at a BPO here in India, or happen to be a customer service guy with Dubai Airport Services, you won't get more than a cold hi-hello. But if you've been kissing some white ass in Silicon Valley for the last 5 years, you will get 10 minutes more of talktime.

But why do we do that? Why do we judge people by what they do? .... And these are not just causal acquaintances - these are the very same guys you spent the best years of your life with, in school and college. So what if they didn't reach the heights you reached in your career? They probably didn't make the right choices, or get the right breaks, or simply screwed up somewhere or the other. That in no way should diminish their worth.

Because if it weren't for them you wouldn't have any of those fond memories you cherish so much. Those friends may be worth nothing to you today, but the memories they've left you with are priceless.

As is often the case, when we don't know the value of something, we tend to forget its worth anything at all.

***

I sometimes ask myself this question: What is it that people like about me? I remember playing a little game once with the other guys and girls in our church youth group. We were told to sit in a circle and were each given a sheet of paper on which we had to write our names in bold on the top. Then we had to pass it to the person next to us who had to write on it the one thing he/she liked most about you. And that went on till the sheet with your name at the top came back to you. So what you were left with is a sheet of paper telling you what everyone in the group liked most about you. And reading that was quite a revelation.

I know I still have that sheet of paper somewhere, and I remember how great I felt the last time I looked at it. Someone liked my singing, another liked my sense of humour (yes, yes I know), and there was somebody who wrote that they liked my smile (something I never got before). But I wonder: if that exercise were to be repeated today, would they write those same things about me?

Peace, love and old wine in old bottles.