It’s time we Indians stopped slavishly adapting the customs of the decadent West. Don’t we have our own sanskriti and our own heritage to live up to?
Which is why we should celebrate “Kamdev Chaturthi” instead of Valentine’s Day.
And April Fool’s Day should give way to “Ullu Divas”.
Continue reading ‘April Fool’s Day—Time To Make Some Changes’
I always have this problem that noone seems to tag me. There are all these innumerable memes floating around the Net: bloggers are being tagged left, right and center. Except that it is never me.
Why does noone tag the Greatbong? Doesn’t anybody want to know what my idea of a perfect woman is ? Well then what about my idea of a perfect man (and no it’s not Mithun-da)? There is also no interest in my favorite color (which incidentally is “yellow”) or the 10 things that want to make me go “Ooh”.
You cannot turn on the TV nowadays without being bombarded by trailers of Basic Instinct II with a 48-year old Sharon Stone trying to reprise the role of femme-fatale Catherine Trammell , the hypersexual novel-writer with a propensity for ice-picks and cigarettes and a queer affliction of restless-leg syndrome from the cult classic, Basic Instinct (1992)
Incidentally, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that in some dark corner of the world, Dev Anand is chuckling to himself—Sharon Stone at 48, me at 84. Both sultry sex symbols.
Over the years, Basic Instinct has spawned so many B-grade wannabes [identifying characteristics: 1) blurb inevitably contains one or more of these stock words "Dangerous", "Passions", "Dark", "Obsessions", "Twisted" , "Lust", "Seduction" and "Double-cross" 2) cover art consists of shadowy bodies or a skimpily dressed lady with a gun/knife in her hand.] that I doubt a sequel can promise anything new either in terms of story (really who cared) or in terms of shock.
But even then, I will still go to watch Basic Instinct II—-simply to pay obeisance to the phenomenon of the original.
Continue reading ‘Beginner’s All-Purpose Symbolic Instruction Code (BASIC) Instinct’
Aesop was sitting on a tree stump. Around him were the townspeople—eager to hear a story.
“Not so long ago” began Aesop, “there was a husband and wife.”
“Once they went to a shop to do some gift shopping for Durga Puja. The wife was selecting the saris and the husband was watching paint dry on walls.
I have nothing but the greatest contempt for ungrateful people who try to cover up their own miserable failings by blaming everyone but themselves.
Case in point: Kalpana Lajmi.
She directs “Chingari”—or perhaps “directed” is too charitable a term to use when someone creates a celluloid monstrosity on this scale. Even a bloated corpse with a megaphone could have done better.
And then in an [link courtesy: Amit Pandeya] interview to Subhash Jha (who along with Taran Adarsh can be considered to be the “movie reviewer from hell”) , she blames virtually everyone on the sets for the sorry debacle of “Chingari” except herself and Sushmita Sen—the two people who are actually responsible for the sorry mess.
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