Friday, March 13, 2009

Two copies, nine triplicates, matte not glossy, back to back!

All my ineptitude at paperwork has re-surfaced, and how. Last week, it was during the application process for something called a PIO card for J. Now this PIO itself is a funny thing- it stands for Person of Indian Origin. But what is distinctly unfunny is the lack of clarity about the application process itself- coupled with the fact that we dragged our feet a bit and put things off. Now we don't know if we made it on time. We'll just have to wait and see.

And this week there's been more paperwork. Things have been so bad that I will break into hives if I hear the word 'Xerox' ever again. I tried to get some photocopies yesterday. What a fool I was! People, as usual, tried to cut in front of me in line (what line?) and I snapped at them.The Xerox boy kept mumbling something about back-to-back copies.  Three or four discussions later, he finally deigned to place my papers on the Xerox machine. Immediately, there was a power cut.

AND I tried to get visa photos that were matte not glossy- the audacity! I was prepared for some level of frustration but not this. God! Ultimately J kindly took me out to dinner where I ranted on and on about how I would kiss the tarmac when we landed at that foreign airport. Sigh.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Crazy, sexy, uncool

There is a song from the film 13-B that has as its refrain- "oh sexy mama....." and the minute I heard it, I went, "uh oh!" Proving that my crazy-radar is spot-on, the next day I read about how the censors had edited the song to make it go, "crazy mama..."
Someone raised a hilarious but perfectly valid point- "how are they ok with saying, 'meri maa paagal hai' as opposed to 'meri maa sexy hai?'"
Incidentally what is up with the lyrics of 'ringa ringa' from Slumdog? As far as I can tell, they are rather risque. Or maybe I'm just crazy.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

The gratitude diary

There is something to be said for the onset of warmer weather. (that line sounded incredibly pompous). But it is one of life's great joys when you sneak to the kitchen, take out a chilled watermelon, slice it open and then stick your face into it and take great, cold, crisp red mouthfuls.
This is further compounded by re-discovering how refreshing cola can actually be. And by taking cold showers in the evening. And the jacarandas blooming on the side of hot, dusty streets. Also by being presented with pink flowers...right, this last has nothing to do with summer; it simply gave me one more thing to appreciate.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Delhi 6

This movie is one of those that has its heart in the right place- it's well-intentioned, well-acted and has a host of likeable characters. However, the central theme of the movie is--er-- I don't quite know. It ends up being a bit of a forced mish-mash of themes and painfully obvious cliches.

Abhishek Bachchan (widely panned for his 'fake' accent) is an NRI who brings back his ailing Dadi to her old haveli in Delhi's Chandni Chowk. And that is all the plot there is. From there on, it's a melange of characters, observations, and situations. This is all fine- there are a number of really sweet and memorable performances by many actors who are under-rated. Then, there is Sonam Kapoor. Since I refused to see her debut-Saawariya- this is the first time I've seen her in a movie. And she is really pretty great. She's radiant and doesn’t try too hard. But what is she to do with a character that’s just one of so many? One ends up feeling unsatisfied at this treatment.

With a grand theme like communal harmony, which is what it’s ultimately about, the director could have chosen a more subtle metaphor than the ‘monkey-man menace’ one that he used. (There is a half-man half-monkey beast that is supposedly terrorising the streets of Delhi and people and news channels are all agog with this sensational occurrence.) Ok, but, I mean, come on. When Abhishek first lands in India and sees a news item about the ‘kala bandar’, it seems amusing and conveys a sense of the bizarre that is quite routine in India. But then, it goes on and on. And on. The whole film is taken over by this rather inane and irritating character/situation/device. And the climax? I am still utterly flummoxed about why Abhishek does what he does.

Overall, Delhi 6 could have been a much better film. It falls short. And the worst moment is Abhishek saying earnestly, “India works! The people make it work!”

Yes, my friend, thank you for telling us that.
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