A loud applause to something which is better than the rest, the best. Something which has given a new meaning to the word slumdog. something which proves knowledge doesn't require education. something which affirms love knows no boundaries, no religion. Something which we now know as Slumdog Millionaire.
I loved the movie to the core. I felt as i was reading a book. What depressed me was the attitude of Bollywood towards it. The hosts of KBC denying to play a role in the movie. Second, making a furor about the portrayal of Indian slums in the movie. Let me tell you, the movie was far more better than showing those slum children becoming a local goon or smoking cigars. Why people here are not moving over family drama and celebrity hype. We can see that movie didn't hype and performed well compared to recent movies which didn't do well in spite of great hulla. There's a trend which has been created, mar down good things by negative publicity. Shooting of Deepa Mehta's WATER was banned in India, which was shot in Srilanka finally. Indian media was full of headlines, "Indian movie WATER won accolades abroad". but the day when the shooting was stopped, it stopped being an Indian movie.
Has it been a movie which shows slums in poor light, the furor of public would have been well accepted. but this shows a slum boy to be a millionaire. second thing, the use of word dog is very controversial, but this was used to show the mediocrity of the person living in slum. What about the TV Reality shows, which are making kids work day and night. Still, no one comes forward to ban these shows which is robbing kids of their innocent childhood, teaching them green words. When Ashu, a dhaba owner can win roadies and big boss, why cant a slumdog. ha! double standards.
One thing that i didn't like about Slumdog Millionaire, is that all the publicity has just been given to the elder actors. not the kids who gave a brilliant performance. A huge round of Applause for the kids. I sincerely want India to come up with better movies, each time, every time.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
I think...
I think...
Near the river at the bank
To the sky in the evening
On a hill by the bench
I think...
By my mother when sad
For my sister when is bad
At the table to my mirror
I think...
During exams when confused
Making excuses when caught
Feeding mind when bored
I think...
Peace the state in terror
Feed the needy in hunger
Save nature in slumber
I think...
Funny ideas on this blog
So you people can log
Write sumthin and hog
I think...
Do you think???
Near the river at the bank
To the sky in the evening
On a hill by the bench
I think...
By my mother when sad
For my sister when is bad
At the table to my mirror
I think...
During exams when confused
Making excuses when caught
Feeding mind when bored
I think...
Peace the state in terror
Feed the needy in hunger
Save nature in slumber
I think...
Funny ideas on this blog
So you people can log
Write sumthin and hog
I think...
Do you think???
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I am Mrs. Satvinder Sahani, you see
Burrrpppp!!! Generally people wake up yawning, but she is our very own Satvinderji who is DIFFERENT form the rest. She wakes up very early in the morning. According to her, quarter to eight is very early (while her son leaves for school at eight). A cup of steaming hot elaichi tea is her preference (bed tea, you see…after all,she is already very tired burping). A moment late and she screams her lungs out and bellows across the room like a raging bull. Knowing this, Kala (her PERSONAL maid) makes sure that the tea is ready at 7.50 sharp.
She laments every morning that she needs to wake up so early at the crack of dawn. She says, “But what can I do…I have to work na...what will we eat otherwise!!!” Her son sniggers from the background. He takes his “only” mom as he is his only son with a pinch of salt. For who would believe this statement?! The richest family in South Delhi and a problem of Food!! That and several other statements are easily uttered. Satvinder loves to victimize herself.
After her usual rounds of chitter chatter, she drinks her piping hot tea (which is not hot anymore). It leaves behind a milky moustache that she is too bored to clean. A long stretch and she walks to bathroom for a quick bath. She arrives in a Pink Turkish Towel (bought from Canada, you see) after her (just) 45 minutes long bath. She mumbles “Cleopatra had donkey’s milk for her bath everyday, next time Sunny’s Papa (aka Mr. Satvinder Sahani) goes to Egypt, I’ll ask him to get me some too” (she and her husband share the same name)
She stands in front of the mirror and looks at her reflection with utmost affection. There she stands 5 feet tall with amber eyes and silky hair. “My Gawd, she exclaims, I’m becoming more beautiful everyday. I think the cactus mud pack is working”. The buck tooth that so forms the caricaturist feature of her face, doesn’t exist for her, they simply don’t. And neither does the pump stature. The silky long hair pleated with matching ribbons and beads and blue kohl forms an important part of her looks. She chooses a bright red satin kurta and teams it up with a bright yellow salwar. “I keep only bright colors in my cupboard baba,” she explains with fluttering eyelids, “they bring out my personality so well na?” She barely fits into the salwar kameez, tiers peeping through the back. But she is simply unaware. She smoothes her kameez and smiles in delight. She utters, “Sohni (beautiful) Satvinder is finally ready ji”
She heads straight towards kitchen “ Kala, I will bake my specialty chocolate cake, today. I bake it so well…even Mrs. Fernandes liked it”. Her maid is not a penny less. “But you had burnt it last time and Mrs. Fernandes thought it was some sweet sabzi”, Annoyed Satvinder retorts, “don’t you talk too much”. At breakfast, she devours 3 aloo parathas (she’s on a diet, you see) and karela juice, “Mrs. Agarwal toh has cucumber juice everyday. That is not good for skin. Don’t I look young, Sunny beta?”
The Activa drives her to boutique every morning at 10.30. It’s a shop of lehengas and kurtas for bridal wear in the most posh place of Delhi – Connaught Place. She clicks and saunters through the main entrance of the boutique making her place very evident to the workers. The very stature – domineering – does not allow workers to express themselves they are a subdued lot. She screams and wails at the employees for the slightest problems they create.
So there she is a “Page 3” personality – domineering, confident, indifferent to the world. She attends parties regularly. A laughing stock she makes of herself sometimes. Popular in a weird way – much like the Rakhi Sawant of Mumbai – can’t live with her and can’t live without her. She is a MUST invitee at every party in South Delhi. She loves getting dressed with the latest outfits in her store. People look twice at her. Her bagful of gossips keeps her friends engaged and so not a single person is ever bored of her.
Recently she has been invited to be the brand ambassador of a beauty clinic, recently opened at Carol Bagh. The owners have convinced her that no one else could do it better. Her popularity, her figure, confidence and grace are the perfect milestones to deliver the product. She stands in a bright auburn kurta and stand beside the banner of the beauty clinic, “Come & See the difference”, she exclaims as the sniggering cameraman looks on. This would be perfect frame for the funniest shots they say. A ‘perfect’ bakra for their weekend launch party. Would ‘Satvinderji’ be affected….nah! She’s too indifferent for that.
She was informed that the billboard will be put up for public view on Sunday. Yes, Sunday would be a perfect day, Satti thinks, as people go for outings on that day, and she will receive many calls for “such an AMAZING work” (standing near a banner without talking gibberish is an achievement for Satto. She reaches the venue early dressed in the same very outfit that she wore in the ad (it would be easy for people to recognize her, you see). One glance on the banner and she faints. The banner had two ladies. You all think Satti faints because she didn’t get all the limelight. Nah! It’s because Satti stands on the left hand side of banner with “BEFORE” and on the right hand side the other lady has an “AFTER” sign. She was portrayed as a fat lady (which she is NOT).
But Satvinder didn’t change at all, “they wanted someone beautiful for the ad, someone who wears good attire and looks smart, just like me”, she explains, “what they mean is, you are beautiful before, you will remain beautiful after”. She got her share of calls for, “Such an AMAZING work (explanation)”. She had become all the more famous but she never did an ad after this incident (she is DIFFERENT from the rest, you see).
(based on character sketch by Ruj)
She laments every morning that she needs to wake up so early at the crack of dawn. She says, “But what can I do…I have to work na...what will we eat otherwise!!!” Her son sniggers from the background. He takes his “only” mom as he is his only son with a pinch of salt. For who would believe this statement?! The richest family in South Delhi and a problem of Food!! That and several other statements are easily uttered. Satvinder loves to victimize herself.
After her usual rounds of chitter chatter, she drinks her piping hot tea (which is not hot anymore). It leaves behind a milky moustache that she is too bored to clean. A long stretch and she walks to bathroom for a quick bath. She arrives in a Pink Turkish Towel (bought from Canada, you see) after her (just) 45 minutes long bath. She mumbles “Cleopatra had donkey’s milk for her bath everyday, next time Sunny’s Papa (aka Mr. Satvinder Sahani) goes to Egypt, I’ll ask him to get me some too” (she and her husband share the same name)
She stands in front of the mirror and looks at her reflection with utmost affection. There she stands 5 feet tall with amber eyes and silky hair. “My Gawd, she exclaims, I’m becoming more beautiful everyday. I think the cactus mud pack is working”. The buck tooth that so forms the caricaturist feature of her face, doesn’t exist for her, they simply don’t. And neither does the pump stature. The silky long hair pleated with matching ribbons and beads and blue kohl forms an important part of her looks. She chooses a bright red satin kurta and teams it up with a bright yellow salwar. “I keep only bright colors in my cupboard baba,” she explains with fluttering eyelids, “they bring out my personality so well na?” She barely fits into the salwar kameez, tiers peeping through the back. But she is simply unaware. She smoothes her kameez and smiles in delight. She utters, “Sohni (beautiful) Satvinder is finally ready ji”
She heads straight towards kitchen “ Kala, I will bake my specialty chocolate cake, today. I bake it so well…even Mrs. Fernandes liked it”. Her maid is not a penny less. “But you had burnt it last time and Mrs. Fernandes thought it was some sweet sabzi”, Annoyed Satvinder retorts, “don’t you talk too much”. At breakfast, she devours 3 aloo parathas (she’s on a diet, you see) and karela juice, “Mrs. Agarwal toh has cucumber juice everyday. That is not good for skin. Don’t I look young, Sunny beta?”
The Activa drives her to boutique every morning at 10.30. It’s a shop of lehengas and kurtas for bridal wear in the most posh place of Delhi – Connaught Place. She clicks and saunters through the main entrance of the boutique making her place very evident to the workers. The very stature – domineering – does not allow workers to express themselves they are a subdued lot. She screams and wails at the employees for the slightest problems they create.
So there she is a “Page 3” personality – domineering, confident, indifferent to the world. She attends parties regularly. A laughing stock she makes of herself sometimes. Popular in a weird way – much like the Rakhi Sawant of Mumbai – can’t live with her and can’t live without her. She is a MUST invitee at every party in South Delhi. She loves getting dressed with the latest outfits in her store. People look twice at her. Her bagful of gossips keeps her friends engaged and so not a single person is ever bored of her.
Recently she has been invited to be the brand ambassador of a beauty clinic, recently opened at Carol Bagh. The owners have convinced her that no one else could do it better. Her popularity, her figure, confidence and grace are the perfect milestones to deliver the product. She stands in a bright auburn kurta and stand beside the banner of the beauty clinic, “Come & See the difference”, she exclaims as the sniggering cameraman looks on. This would be perfect frame for the funniest shots they say. A ‘perfect’ bakra for their weekend launch party. Would ‘Satvinderji’ be affected….nah! She’s too indifferent for that.
She was informed that the billboard will be put up for public view on Sunday. Yes, Sunday would be a perfect day, Satti thinks, as people go for outings on that day, and she will receive many calls for “such an AMAZING work” (standing near a banner without talking gibberish is an achievement for Satto. She reaches the venue early dressed in the same very outfit that she wore in the ad (it would be easy for people to recognize her, you see). One glance on the banner and she faints. The banner had two ladies. You all think Satti faints because she didn’t get all the limelight. Nah! It’s because Satti stands on the left hand side of banner with “BEFORE” and on the right hand side the other lady has an “AFTER” sign. She was portrayed as a fat lady (which she is NOT).
But Satvinder didn’t change at all, “they wanted someone beautiful for the ad, someone who wears good attire and looks smart, just like me”, she explains, “what they mean is, you are beautiful before, you will remain beautiful after”. She got her share of calls for, “Such an AMAZING work (explanation)”. She had become all the more famous but she never did an ad after this incident (she is DIFFERENT from the rest, you see).
(based on character sketch by Ruj)
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