Bollywood? Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiin !





A great visionary and Film-maker, Satyajit Ray, once said, "There will come a time when Hollywood won't need to advertise their movies in India because Bollywood is doing a fine job of making crappy-shitty movies to automatically divert people to them." 
Okay! okay! He probably didn't say that, but I am pretty sure, with the pace Indian movies are inclining in an audience's graph from "What-the hell-was-that" to "I-lost-three-hours-of-my-life", he probably must be doing somersaults in his grave right now.

My dear readers, (which I guess are not more than four), this is as hard for me to concur, as it was for Frodo to carry that evil ring, but Bollywood has now finally developed itself into an epitome of "Wastage of time, energy and of course money".

A lot of people get inexplicably chauvinistic when it comes to defending Bollywood. But let me just put my case on the table first. 

A HANDFUL of movies go on to receive critical acclaim, I agree, but go back and read out aloud the first two words of this sentence. 
What we often choose to ignore is the fact that hundreds of movies made each year, are just plain craptastic crap that can creep the creepth out of even a creepy guy (who might have come to the cinema hall with the sole intention of ogling couples making out in such movies).

Okay, I got a little carried off there for a moment but let's come back to our glamorous, plastic world of Bollywood. As I said earlier, Bollywood has now become a crapster country and directors like 'Rohit Shetty' surely are the Mayors of it's towns. I have literally tried to kill myself by succumbing into the pillow after watching one if his movies. Yes, he started off nicely with the Golmaal-I and Dhamaal-I but then I don't know what happened to him on the way, may be he hit his head with a pole while fantasizing about flying cars or something, but he has ventured himself on making movies which are utter disgrace to human intelligence. I am not even talking about the cheap comedy in his movies but Mr. Shetty can you please explain me how can someone make other person fly or flip two-three rounds just by punching him once in stomach. Such stunts have made me to come to this realization that what Rahul Gandhi jokes are to twitter, Rohit Shetty movies are to Bollywood. Nothing new or funny in them anymore but will surely be a hit.

I don't know from where our creative Bollywood directors get these ideas but Dabang-2, Rowdy Rathore, Son of Sardaar, Yamla Pagla Deewana ... all these and many more seem to follow the same trend. The Wachowski brothers must be pretty amazed now that every Bollywood movie is just Matrix with lots of jeeps, trucks and no story line. Moreover, it doesn't matter what accents, tones, speaking disability a character has in Bollywood movies, but while singing they always have perfect voice. 

Speaking of singing, now if it isn't an action oriented scene then there are the songs in our movies where our actor-actress (or I should say "Hero-Heroine") are dancing like there's no tomorrow in the middle of the road or in some mall with random white people as extras. But that's not it, just wait for it and out of no where, Voila! sylphlike foreign chicks fancied up in skimpy, sparkly outfits and sometimes tight T-shirts clung to their best assets, towering a minimum of half an inch above our hero APPEARS, *clicks fingers* just like that. 

I don't know when it happened but there is a worm cradling in our Indian brains which is to emulate Western culture in every possible way we can. Yes, I do understand the rationale behind globalization or whatever! But that is no excuse for Bollywood's incompetent attempts at aping Hollywood. 

Movies which strive to be artsy and erudite like 'My Name Is Khan' is apparently a mash-up between 'Forrest Gump' and 'I am Sam' . 
'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' which beautifully brought the novel of the same name to life whereas 'Kyon Ki', it's remake version of Bollywood, is more about mad people doing funny things all the time. 
Nolan's Memento was turned into the mediocre sap-fest that is Gajini. 
A few years ago, Ram Gopal Verma made a movie "inspired by Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita", turned out to be a blatant plagiarism of American Beauty. 
And 'Zinda' the complete xerox copy of Korean movie 'Old-boy'. While the original movie is about a guy who is kept in captivity for 15 years and then was given 5 days to figure out why he was kidnapped. Imitating the plot, Bollywood churned out 'Zinda' where the man (Sanjay Dutt) was kept in captivity for 14 years and given 4 days to figure out why he was kidnapped. Big deal of a change, huh? *Slow claps* 

But why I am ranting about Bollywood, you ask. Well, I can not just fathom the fact that how can an industry that practically thrives on plagiarism be so popular? How can these people, so called "Hit-Directors", comfortably make complete crap-fests trailing behind Hollywood like a stray puppy behind scraps of food or like 'Gollum' after loosing the Ring and still be awarded with so many accolades. Seriously sometimes in the middle of night after watching such movies, I lay awake on my bed and try to make sense out of these movies but invariably I fail. I mean do they really think of their audience so stupid or dumb that they can show like anything or is it the vice-versa. 

Now, I am all okay with the people of negligible intelligence plopping their jumbo cans on plush couches and making huge amount of bucks. But what worries me is that these actors after their acting careers come to a dead end, join politics and then comment that "Rs 5-12 is enough for a common man meal". The future of our country or at the very least many important decisions may be in their hands. I'm scared.


Searching for the One



Kennedy once said: "Ask not where, when and with whom I will find love, ask instead where, when and with whom can I be love?"
LOVE! As soon as we hear this word, it tends to invoke the ideas of 'Romance', finding your 'soul mate', being with your 'lover', wedding bells, raising families and for some sadly it's the 'broken heart'.  It’s probably safe to say that most of us intuitively know that love is both a selfless intention and benevolent action towards another. Deep in our hearts we know it’s an unconditional act.  And yet, many find themselves worrying and even obsessing about, “When will I find/get ‘MY’ true love?  Why has no one shown up to love ME? Why don’t you love ME anymore?.”  Is this love talking or simply a selfish desire to be treasured and comforted by another.  
This search for love also indicates that we have probably missed the deepest meaning of love. To want, to desire, to crave to be loved is to forget love is not acquired, it is something that we are here to do.  How powerful is the societal myth that says love is a primary need of all humans beings?  It’s an idea that seeps into our soul and induces sorrow when our need is seemingly unfulfilled.  Little do we realize that freedom from all our sorrows, sufferings and sadness-es can only happen when we awaken to the truth about love - we don’t need to get it, we need to give it.
It’s only when ‘being’ is translated into ‘doing’, into action, free of the desire for something in return, that love can be fully known.  Paradoxically it is in such actions, such moments, that we naturally free ourselves from ‘the need’ to find and know love.  In such moments love needs no meaning, no definition, not even it’s own special poetry!  We are it! You are it!
Now I hear many of you saying under your nose: What then of mating?  What then of the grand search for our ‘soul mate’, for our one special love? It does seem that if you really want one you can have one!  Love is also the primary energy of creativity.  Sit down and profile what you want in another, the kind of person you would like to be with, and they will likely show up...eventually.  The law of attraction is as much about manifestation as it is attraction. And if you still feel there is only one special person meant just for you, they will also likely arrive...eventually!   While searching for the one, remember you are going to find, well, things that you would have never ever expected in your wildest dreams. But hey! at the end of the day, keep this in mind: if you continue walking, that special one, that other person is also walking towards you. Careful however, because if you are distracted in the moments when they do show up in front of you, then you may miss them!  And what distracts us? Our attachments and dependencies, our desires and our addictions! But anyways KEEP WALKING! 

P.S: Be careful, what you wish for. You might actually get it :)
P.P.S: Be careful what you wish for. It's going to suck when you don't get it. :D 



Drunk in love




So back again on the rooftop. There are no clouds and no stars tonight. The sky tonight is clean like a road. But you are not alone. You are drinking vodka, laughing, and shouting crazy things with your friends. You are happy that your buddies are with you tonight. But what is this thing inside your heart that is tingling. You are on the 7th sky, singing romantic songs in falsetto. Your friends don’t know why you have suddenly come up with the idea to get drunk tonight. But there is a rush of emotions inside you that you are not capable of holding it anymore. You are finally over with your unrequited love, just to fall back in love with someone else again. Aaaa is it too soon to call it love? You don’t know what it is.

Whenever she is around, you feel immense happiness and an unknown tension, both at the same time, building up…Inside. You feel absolutely wonderful and fulfilling like you are overflowing with this joy and don’t know how to contain it anymore. As soon as you see her, there comes a smile on your face automatically. You can’t stop yourself smiling when you are around her. Every other person becomes blurring. You can’t help yourself to stop staring at her … to look at that sweet face … that sweet smile which can redefine the sweetness.


There is a sense of tension and joy which tickles you from inside and leaves you vulnerable…Outside. You want to get away from her because you don’t want to let her know what’s in your mind. But at the same time you don’t wanna go away. You want to listen to her beautiful and sweet voice. You want to observe her lips singing. You want to see them twist into a smile. Yes…a smile. You know you can watch that smile lingering on her face for eternity. And in those moments you wish if you could tell her that “When you smile … Sala Akkha life Mast Lagney Lagta Hai, time slow motion mein chalney lagta hai, hazaroon sher dimaag mein dhoom machaney lagtey hain.”. But … but you keep mum in front of her. You are too scared to lose her…even if you haven’t got her yet.

You are not sure if its love or just an infatuation. You don’t know what these feelings are. Do you really want to name these feelings? Feelings …. Feelings from anonymity to acquaintance to friendship to L…you blush when you start typing those words. You stop typing when you become aware of that tingle in your heart…yes a tingle does the job…your heart start pumping harder whenever someone mentions her name in front of you…your ears get raised up…you suddenly wake up from a dream.

Dreams… Aaah! J Dreams are the most fascinating and wonderful things in this world. In your dreams you have built up a vivid image of her in your mind.  You place her on a pedestal so high that you doubt even the angels would touch her (if they dared to reach high enough!!!). She… in your mind’s eye is perfect… yet so imperfect that she fit somehow perfectly with you.

Man! Are you in love? Or are you still drunk from last night? Aaaaan, I guess you are just DRUNK IN LOVE.

Teri Har Ada ke Kayal Hain Ham,
Teer Laga Pehli Nazar ….Aur Tab Sey Ghayal Hain Ham
- not mine