Friday, October 9, 2009
Cinemalovers Incorporated...
Its over a century old, but cinema has been homo-sapiens' favorite past time since the times of Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens and Metropolis. Back home Dadasaahab phalke ruled the roost for a good decade or so. The face of cinema changed with Chaplin and Welles in the west and went through a terrific transformation in the east with stalwarts like Akira Kurosawa and Guru Dutt.
But sadly the world of cinema today stands divided between people who love the art of cinema and the people who love movies.
Now, I like to think of myself as a smart guy, and i'm pretty sure i am. I also have a keen eye for Cinema but I find myself fighting the urge of getting into a fistfight with anyone who said he/she liked Love Aaj Kal. Dont get me wrong if movies like Love Aaj Kal weren't being made our beloved industry would have long vanished , but to say the movie is actually good is something i cannot seem to digest.
Now me, I loved the Kaminey side of things- The beauty and darkness of Vishal's masterpiece, Dev D- the almost sadistic retelling of the great bong tragedy, Satya- the poetic yet bloody tale of love, deceit and war. And these are movies that have actually been dubbed as 'great'. Leaving aside the plethora of indian masterpieces of the 40's, 50's and 60's.
I do have a habit of imposing my burden of knowledge on all my peers. Though I myself have been subject to some of my friends' burden of knowledge (Read Munna, Sam and Aah Aman). But this seemed to teach me what truly good cinema is. And I do feel the need to teach my friends the same. But i guess that is where the pooch gets screwed.
Although movies like Love Aaj Kal, Fanaa, Dhoom 2, Krish etc, to me were equivalent to a heap of celluloid fecal matter, it needs to be said that for the average moviegoer they were a few hours away into a world free of their worrisome lives.
A world where they wanted to kiss Aishwarya Rai on the lips and have her kiss them back, A world where they wanted to be saved by a superhero like Krish,A world where the sight of seeing Shah Rukh Khan die made their eyes well up, even a world where the girls wanted to wear Churidaars like Deepika Padukone and dance their way around the labyrinth that is Delhi with an "apparently cool" hero.
This is where the thinking part comes in. We all love movies. In our different ways. So why this constant need to one-up the other.
So here's calling a truce... We will keep on loving the movies that compel us to think for weeks about the ending, that make us visit imdb.com to see who played who and look at all the trivia we seemed to miss. And all of you keep on loving the cinema that makes you smile and sing and dance for 3 hours and that gives you the juice to better deal with the major buzzkill that is your nay our life.
And finally as the great Charlie Chaplin put it "Life is a tragedy when seen in close up, but a comedy in long shot."
Who are we to say what's what?
Labels:
cinema,
films,
Friends,
love aajkal,
movies
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Kiraejy Tawk (Crazy Talk)
A long long time ago i can still remember how that music used to make me smile...
And well,, what do you know?
It Still does...
I've been off of orkut since a long time now..i have a new guilty pleasure, Facebook.
What I don't get is people who you don't know , send u a friend request and then say stuff like " You don't know me, But i know you" and now u have to guess who I am...
What these dumb-asses don't get is why would i wanna guess..You havent put up a name, You're just a creepy guy/gal who has enough time on their hands to troll the internet for people they can bug... What is even creepier is most of them are people who wouldnt really make a difference to you... That's just sad for them , They need a hobby, arts n crafts, knitting, reading (ooh thats a nice one), or say music... Maybe even therapy...
But enough about them, I finally completed one year at my new institute, It went well...i came out the other side breathing and with all limbs intact... Although the polite people at ahemm ahemm ( that's the code word for my institute) tried to make sure i didnt...
But still a victory is a victory... I feel that i may face a lot of difficulty finding a job when my time comes ( when i pass out , not when i kick the bucket )..mostly because of the slowdown and also the fact that i dont have any special marketable skill...I'd be better off finding a recession free job...I dont think there's such a job like a mattress tester ( see thats funny to the people who know that i'm lazy, not the creepy stalker people of orkut ) or a professional money spender...
Anyways i'm sure the economy will catch up...
Moving on I still dont see how jobs are gonna come back...Whats gonna happen companies will start putting out extra chairs, tables and computers for people just because they dont know who to give their extra money to...i maybe pessimistic because i dont see myself going anywhere...
Ok then... people , to summarize here's a little rhyme for you
Black dog - Episode III- Jacky Bhagnani AKA Mimmoh 2- The Mystery continues
The black dog got fired
From all the interviews he got tired
So he logged onto the net
a little action he tried to get
But the crazies got him too
said they met him at the zoo
They said they knew him as well
From where they'd never tell
But the black dog was smart
Coz of his former art
He used to be a junky
He called up mimmoh the funky
Mimmoh got all mad
His movie did real bad
On his ass he'd gotten the boot
His pricey guns didnt even shoot
So he called up Jacky Bhagnani
Said he needed a little money
To help out his friend the mutt
and in the process kick a lil crazy butt
But then the dog realised
he'd end up on the losing side
coz the crazies are still people
EVEN if they are CRAZY people
Moral of the poem...
Crazy people are just that, they're crazy...They cant help it
Saturday, September 13, 2008
16.67% MBA aka Freedom of Speech
People who've been eagerly waitin for bhaizee...are gonna have to wait...I need to complain first...
I am home right now...I'll be back in college tommorow...And it sucks...
So I'm here playing Hallelujah (the Jeff Buckley version) on my acoustic guitar that is just" a few dino ka mehmaan"...
feelin kinda pissed...
After so much hard work (ahemm) due to some stupid-ass guy or girl, who couldn't keep their thingies in their pants, I'm gonna have to take the stats test again...I mean not just me, around 50 other people in my class are gonna have to take it as well...
But why god, why???
And you tattle tail....whoever you are...If I had to play a song for you, It would probably be Kurt Angle's (from WWE) theme with the "You Suck" in between, And for your information...You do suck...Giant, Salty Donkey Balls....
:P
So here' a poem dedicated to that giant butthole, I affectionately call tattle tail-the shikaayati tattu....
YOU SUCK
In the morning, you suck
In the evening, you suck
At night you suck
You must be a sucker
You ratted on us all
from grace, did you fall
you're shit to us all
You must be a sucker
Not once did you think
How badly you stink
you stink you stink
You stinker you sucker
We'll move past this setback
reading peter drucker
But You wont be forgotten
You big BIG sucker...
But hey...
that's just my opinion
You all might love the tattle tail coz he did it for the" greater Good"
Other than that I kinda had a pretty normal first trimester here at BIMTECH...
If they ask for ideas for college T-Shirts, you know some kind of a tag line, I have a great one
"BIMTECH- here sleeping is overrated, So are our placements!!!"
On the positive side I have made quite a few good friends...But then i'm always known to have had a Magnetic personality...And my friends "You all do indeed ROCK"
Love You all
Peace...
Songs I Love Today:
Love Reign O'er Me - The Who
I Will Survive - Cake
What I want - Daughtry Feat Slash
Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
Nightrain - Guns N Roses
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Seksual Connotations....
Sorry for postin' after such a long time...
Its been quite a revelation these few months...I took the dreaded CAT...and am finally on road to bein an MBA...
Phew...
Anywhoo....
Being short of current happenings...The best thing I can give u guys is another poem...
(For People Who are not familiar with my brand of poetry, It is a take on all pretentious poets out there.... Yeah...I am Watchin U)
I saw an ape
He was eating a grape
the grape was sour(saar)
he threw it on a car
The car swerved
and hit a curve
Andy roddick's cool
and he's got an awesome serve
But Indian's arent gay
june comes before may
May is swell
My laptop is by dell
Dell is cheap
Thom Yorke sings creep
So does Cartman
he also frequently farts man
But that isn't an issue
You won't need a tissue
Coz this poem is happy
Popeye's dad is called pappy
Pappy is pappy
Ab bachche....Nappy mein bhi Happy...
My Mba is form Bimtech
and Bimtech is Crappy...
Phew....
Labels:
humour,
Poetry,
south park
Friday, October 26, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
MiMMoh And My love of films,guitar and Tambola
MiMMoh And My love of films,guitar and Tambola
The black dog was black
he found another sack
he filled it up with crack
found a roomie called jack
jack became a junkie
mimmoh chakrobarty is funky
so is his dad
for his film MARD i'm glad
So am I for Shapath, Saazish and mawaali no1
dancing and acting and making funny faces in the films was all he could have done
it all worked out well...
for a 55 year old guy he looks swell
Like all good things come to an end...
Like all good guitar necks bend..
Its time for this poem to now cease
I predict Mimmoh will be a star even before his film's release
To end things tambola is what life is like ...
Helps u earn money to cope with the price hike...
But people we got lots of things to learn
17, 21, 33, yes!!! First house Gone...Yippeee
Chak De India!!!
Its been a while since my last post...
And a lot has happened in the days between...
India won the twenty20 world cup
Some guy became Indian Idol
The Sensex crossed 16000 and 17000
I saw Chak de India
But the 20/20 win was what stole the show...
India played some amazing cricket...And deservedly won the world cup...and was praised heavily by the govt...Also by the fans...
I dont understand Indian Cricket Fans...Which would mean that i dont understand myself(Me being a cricket fan too)...which kinda makes sense...
Anywho...Indian fans are unpredictable...they always want to win...which is good, and they dont take too kindly to defeats...which is kinda good...but come to think of it...the same fans who showered such praise on the team for winning...would have cursed, burnt effigies, stoned houses and rioted...had sreesanth dropped the catch...and India had lost....To Pakistan...
Thankfully we won...
Which is basically the end of my point...
Another thing that really got me was chak de india...
A good movie but it had stuff that i didnt get...
The Indian women's team lost to the men's team 3-2...
And later lost to the Aussie women's team 7-0...
which doesnt speak so highly of the indian mens team...
Also...why make the final so nail biting...We all knew who would win...
Wouldn't be a such a good movie if India lost, does it...Why not make it a 10-0 win...showcasing the MIGHT of the indian team...instead winning 5-4 actually shows that the aussie team was not upto the mark...And India's victory was a fluke...
Anyway...
A new poem in the offing...
Stay tuned...
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