Monthly Archives: February 2008

The Menstrual Blues


Reading Aspi’s & Co’s entertaining accounts of period-related woes brought back a few memories my own. Chief among them is the day N, my best friend since kindergarten, came armed with a scandalous piece of information for a sleepover.

“Do you know what this means?” she asked, writing down the word “period” apropos of absolutely nothing.

“Sure,” I said.

“Well, what is it then?” she challenged.

“The thing we have at school?” I said, wondering if she’d suddenly gone mad. “English period, Math period, etc?”

“Ha!” she replied with considerable satisfaction. “So you don’t know what it means.”

And proceeded to spill the gory beans all over my bed. We were only eight at the time (or were we seven?) so I don’t remember where she got hold of her information – from her older sisters or maybe it was because her mother used to be a nurse or perhaps her parents just believed in early sex education, but I remember being absolutely appalled. You bled from where? And this was normal? I thought she was putting me on. To this day, I’m a little freaked out by the whole process – although this is probably because she combined that lesson in human plumbing with another bit of valuable information: “rape”.

So in my mind, the words “school”, “rape” and “period” are sort of jumbled together in a creepy alphabet soup. Which, I suppose, explains my overwhelming sense of relief once I was done with school.

Unfortunately for me, I soon found out that she wasn’t kidding. She and I have lost touch over the years but I’ll always remember her for her valuable inputs into my vocabulary. I guess it’s an unfortunate issue to be remembered for, but hey! at least she left a lifelong impression.

When my turn came, my mom took me to the doctor and let her explain everything to me. Then she sent my dad out to buy me some sanitary napkins. He handed them over to me with the stoic expression I was to recognize well in the years to come – he got the same look on his face when my mother made him buy me training bras when I became a teenager (I guess they weren’t available in India then? Or not of a quality that she liked. I don’t know why Indian lingerie is so crap but it simply is) and checked me in at the gynecologist’s coz my mother couldn’t remember all my medical information. My dad is awesome.

There are communities out there that celebrate a girl’s first period as her first step into womanhood and I understand where that comes from – along with all the bother and unpleasantness of a monthly bloodletting, there’s also a feeling of entering a new club. For example, at last I knew what those mysterious little packages in my mother’s cupboard were. My mother still insisted that tampons were for “married ladies” and wouldn’t tell me how to use them but she was very free with old wives’ tales, superstitions and stories of how it used to be “when I was a little girl”. And of course, once the aunts got to hear – in that mysterious jungle vine way all relatives come to know everything about everyone else – that I’d crossed that line of no return, I got a earful of What it Meant to be a Menstruating Female in Ye Olde Hindoo Household.

For one thing you never talked about it. What I’m doing right now? Grounds for a stoning, I believe. And when you did talk about it, it was to enforce a kind of apartheid – the period-afflicted one had to keep to herself, take an extra shower, and make sure that their clothes didn’t touch anybody else’s. No visits to the temple were allowed and you weren’t allowed to touch anyone who might be going to the temple, either. And on the last day of her cycle, no puja would be performed at home until the afflicted person had scrubbed herself thoroughly and put every single piece of cloth she might have touched over the week into the wash. Also, there was to be no entering kitchens, puja rooms, or sleeping on beds.

“What? They kicked you out of the house?” I asked in a hushed voice.

The aunts laughed uproariously. “No, we slept on the floor on rattan mats.”

It was like I was meeting people from another century or a parallel universe. I was tempted to ask if they’d discovered fire in their day.

“I kept up the mat thing even after I was married,” Auntie #1 confided, lounging about in a pair of denims, her short hair stirred gently by the fan’s breeze, looking as if she’d never dream of doing such a thing much less actually do it. “I remember it was one of the few things I took with me to your uncle’s first posting as a doctor.”

“So you took it with you to America, too?” I asked, my mind boggling at the thought. Yours would too if you ever met her.

“Don’t be silly,” she said crisply. “You think I lugged a rattan mat to America? But it was a shock when I got there, I can tell you.”

“Male gynecologist?” asked Auntie #2 sympathetically.

Auntie #1 agreed. “And people will talk about it openly – men and women. At parties even.”

“Now that,” said Auntie #3, “is taking it too far.”

“Nonsense,” said Auntie #1, turning her attention to me. “There’s no need for you to act all embarrassed about these things, okay? It’s all normal.”

I agreed meekly. Somehow this didn’t seem the place to admit that it had never occurred to me that this was something to be embarrassed about. I also wondered when I’d get the chance to be not embarassed – who was I supposed to be discussing my period with? The boys at school? The ones that almost melted into a giggling red puddle every time we had an anatomy lesson? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Auntie #3 sighed. “I remember the first time I got my monthly,” she said. “I was such an idiot, I didn’t know what was going on. It was the day they were holding that big pooja for the house and I wanted to eat the sweets so I went and sat down near the priests.”

“No!” cried everybody in unison, aghast.

“And I don’t know what happened to me,” she continued in the tone one usually reserved for tales of the supernatural. “But all of a sudden I got up and hopped away.”

“Um, what?” I asked carefully.

“I got up and hopped away.”

We all stared at her.

“What do you mean you ‘hopped away’?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I hopped away,” she said, making little hopping motions with her hand. “It was like God was guiding me. I hopped and hopped and hopped until I fell down unconscious.”

God makes the sinners hop. Which is, without doubt, my all time favorite story about menstruation.


Posted by on February 29, 2008 in Life, Personal


Clever Ideas

Every so often I come across short snippets of news from around the world that are positively genius but never get mentioned here because they’re just so amazing in and of themselves that writing about them would be gilding the lily. But why shouldn’t you all read about these things just because, you know, you have a life? Yeah, so here’s my collection from this week.

Baby Flush – Mom went to the loo on a train to Ahmedabad and instead of bodily fluids, out slipped a baby girl. Nobody missed her until two stations later when her relatives found her and alerted railway officials. And they found the baby alive! She’s premature, survived a fall through the toilet, lay exposed on the tracks for about and hour and half – but is still clinging on to life. Awesome. Note: Some people have wondered if this was an innovative way to commit infanticide. If so, the baby won hands down.

Racists R Dumb – what do you do if you’re a white South African who doesn’t much like black South Africans? You find a way to take out your rage at the end of Apartheid on them. What do you do if you’re a stupid white South African who doesn’t like black South Africans? You film the whole thing.

Heel Or No Heel – Are you fucking kidding me?!

Cry For Me Kyrgyzstan – Come up with an anti-US song for Kyrgyzstan and they’ll give you $1000. There’re US troops in Kyrgyzstan? I won’t make a joke about geography lessons and places ending in ‘stan’. I will not. It’s too easy.

Oscar Oops – So remember how we had the Oscars this past weekend and everyone who’s ever been at the Oscars got to star in their own special little montage? Yeah, if you want to find out anything remotely interesting about the Oscars, then trawl the internet, don’t look at the Oscars to help you out. That should’ve been the story but it isn’t. No, the story is how they left out half the people who should’ve been on those montages because “they were running out of time”. Heads will… um, wag?

Bollywood’s Own Obama (video above) – Remember that whole Hillary Clinton, D (Punjab) thing? Well, meet Barack Obama, D (Bollywood). Sidenote, I’d completely forgotten this song ever existed. I wish I hadn’t been reminded.

Sister Sister – Ali Lohan is 14 (do not be taken aback by photo) and would like to be an famous alcoholic junkie / sex addict / washed up has been / world famous Razzie winner by the time she’s 21. Just like her influential sister. Also, I read Us Weekly on the internet. Now I need rehab.

Can’t Steal A Brain – Bank robbers ain’t smart. Especially when they stick the same bloody bank over and over and over again.

Edward Norton – is The Hulk. Oh, I’m so scared. Mostly by the thought that that’s his O-face.


Posted by on February 28, 2008 in Life, Video


India vs. Oz: Pout Fest


Maybe it’s because my brothers refused to let me do anything other than play fielder (at the very end of the field) or, even more humiliatingly, be a wicket that I’ve always been sort of prejudiced against cricket. But that was before India went to Australia.

I was informed they were playing some sort of series over there but if they were/are, it’s news to me coz all I’ve heard are a bunch of stories about little boy fights. Any moment now, if all the commentators and columnists and other peripheral people had their way, somebody is going to stop play in the middle of a game, pout that it’s all cheating and pick up “their” wickets and go home to Mummy. And then I shall finally die of laughing.

I mean, I came pretty close this week to death by hilarity when the !sensational!, !astounding!, !terrible!, !soul shattering!, !cricket killing! news of Matthew Hayden’s petty name calling made the headlines.

In case you missed it, here’s what he said (full transcript):

Host 1: Were you charging Harbhajan Singh the other day and calling him ‘mad boy’ as you were batting?

Hayden: No, ‘bad boy’. ‘You bad boy’.

Host 1: That’s offensive apparently in India?
Hayden: He took offence to that, I thought that was quite funny. I said mate you should be flattered it’s a clothing range.

(Everyone laughs)

Host 2: We need to get to the root of the problem and see why they are all so sensitive? What’s going on in their lives.

Hayden: I think it’s been a bit of a long battle with Harbhajan. The first time I ever met he was the same little obnoxious weed that he is now, so… (more general laughter)

What? Am I the only one that thinks it’s hilarious that Hayden goes around calling his on-field opponents “You bad boy”? :mrgreen: I always thought this sledging thing must be something awful from the way everyone talked about it (“mental disintegration”? Brr. Isn’t that illegal?) but if I were Harbhajan Singh and Andrew Symonds’ (who, if you remember, allegedly made a remark about Singh’s sexual orientation after he patted Brett Lee’s bum with his bat in the run up to that infamous monkey/ maa ki incident) best mate came over all “bad boy” on me, I wouldn’t let any of them forget that in a hurry. Hell, I’d stand behind the wicket and drawl “You bad boy” in a deep, breathy bedroom voice everytime Hayden came out to bat.

Seriously, the possibilities with that transcript are endless. Try googling “Bad Boy Australia” if you don’t believe me. Hayden further continues:

Host 1: Does (Ishant) Sharma come from the same school as Bhajji?
Hayden: Well I think he’s just young and as I have said to him many times, mate you’re 19, just take it easy. He says, but “I’m playing for my country” (mimics Indian accent). Well we’re all playing for our country but at the end of the day you’re just 19, what about if you just worry about your bowling for a while. I actually like the idea of getting him in a ring. I like that, let’s bring that one on!

Now that I find unforgivable! I’ve been defending Peter Sellers for years to people, saying white people can too mimic an Indian accent and no, it’s not atrocious at all – and then Hayden comes along, opens his big mouth and ruins it all! Why you gotta do me like this, Hayden?

As for what Hayden thinks is proper behavior for 19 year olds – ha ha, the poor baby has no clue, does he? Maybe that’s how things work in Australia where 19 year olds sing quiet until they grow up into big, bad (heh) Haydens but in India we have a saying about little children and “putting them on your head”. In other words, you teach a kid that it’s okay to sledge, the kid will sledge and he won’t give a damn whether you’re his age or a 40 year old dinosaur.

Digression: since typing the words “40 year old dinosaur”, I thought perhaps I should mention that I do not think that Hayden is either 40 or a dinosaur. Who knows if dinosaur is some kind of Australian racist slang after all? I bet Hayden is relieved he didn’t call Singh a “mad boy” coz that might be construed as racist abuse (Sardarji at noon is mad = racism.). Ugh, my head aches with all this PC-ness.

Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is this: I headed over to Wikipedia to see what it could tell me about Hayden’s age and found this entertaining bit of information that some bureaucratic type will doubtless erase in a few hours, so I thought I’d paste it here for everybody’s edification (italics are all mine):

Hayden is a devout Roman Catholic and says “When I’m in trouble, I ask: ‘What would Christ do?'” One of worst thing about Hayden is that he is known to be always involved in fights with opposition players. Apparently he is not a very likable person. Some Indians cricket fans think they will throw stones and spit on him when he comes to play in India in IPL T20 or any other match.

BWAHAHAHA! Beware the might of the angry Indian cricket fan. They have mad Wiki skillz and super spit capable of traveling yards and yards. Also, something needs to be done about the state of Indian stadiums if there’re loose stones lying around. I’ve heard they won’t let water bottles in after the crowd at Eden Gardens schooled the BCCI in the finer techniques of plastic as a weapon of player destruction, so good luck smuggling in stones.

Oh, and for all you haters wondering what Hayden was doing, challenging a 19 year old to a bout in a ring? It’s what Jesus would have done. So there.


Posted by on February 27, 2008 in Entertainment, News, Newsmakers


Oscar Schmoscar

What does it say about the world’s biggest, glitziest, humongous-est, celebrity-est, wonderful-est, award show ever that watching Gary Busey (from Entourage – how thrilling.) awkwardly molest Jennifer Garner on the red carpet (update: clip below! Thanks Ian!) was the most fun I had? Yeah, snoozefest. In fact, it was so boring, I’m using a clip from last year to introduce the post.

Jon Stewart tried his best (and HEH @ Gaydolph Titler), but not even he could hold up against the sheer Disneyness of it all and eventually it came down to making John Travolta-has-an-airplane jokes. I blame the never ending carousel of Enchanted songs. I can’t believe I actually liked this movie for a quick second when it came out. However, the sheer awfulness of it – unrelieved by the sight of the kickass Kristen Chenoweth dancing with old people, construction workers and a mariachi band – made me seriously happy when “Falling Slowly” (a song that hilariously includes the line, “You’ve suffered enough and the time has come for you to win”) from Once won the statuette for Best Original Song.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s the full list of winners for all you clever pusses who decided to give the show a miss. I’d join you all in your sensible boycott but then what would I do without my yearly Jack Nicholson fix? Tell me that!

Best Supporting Actress: Tilda Swinton

Every single woman nominated in this category deserved to win (not something I can say every year) but I’m so happy my favorite won! I love her like a crazy person and thought Michael Clayton really wouldn’t have worked without her.

Best Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem

He had me at first bloody strangulation. Seriously the best thing in No Country for Old Men. Is it just me or does he look like Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s hotter Spanish cousin?

Best Actress: Marion Cotillard

Every year, you’ll hear somebody or the other mutter how someone else deserved to take home the big prize. I don’t think that fate’s in store for Cotillard though. Julie Christie might have been the odds on favorite to win but Cotillard is just adorable and she pretty much made La Vie En Rose. I’m sorry to be such a philistine (not really but I thought I’d make the effort) but I don’t listen to French music and would never have rented this movie if I hadn’t known who Cotillard was and been intrigued by her clips.

Best Actor: Daniel Day Lewis

People really thought that an upset might be possible with George Clooney walking away with the grand prize but I’ve had no doubts since I saw There Will Be Blood. He’s a bit of a ham in it but deliciously so. The Parma ham of acting, if you will. Don’t worry Johnny Depp, your day will come – just for something better.

Best Adapted Screenplay: Joel and Ethan Coen.

They ascribe their success to the fact that they’ve only ever adapted two writers: Homer and Cormac McCarthy. I’ve loved both those movies (O Brother Where Art Thou? and No Country For Old Men) and think there might be something to it (hello there, The Ladykillers).

Best Original Screenplay: Diablo Cody

This one is tough. On the one hand I enjoyed Juno and think Cody deserves every success. On the other hand – seriously? It’s like a bunch of really old people sat down and went, “Huh, so this what the young ‘uns are like these days. Let’s give it an award then.” I haven’t seen The Savages, but I thought Michael Clayton, Lars and the Real Girl and Ratatouille were all better written. However, I never discount hype so I knew she was going to win and this is at least better than the award going to some movie that I absolutely hated.

Best Director: Joel and Ethan Coen

Awww, Paul Thomas Anderson must be busy sticking needles into his voodoo dolls of the Coens. Other have asked if it would have absolutely killed them to show a little excitement but I’ve seen their interviews and behind the scenes footage from their movies and I thought it was absolutely in character for them to be so lackadaisical about the whole thing. Anyway, who’d want them to be the Brian Grazer of the directing world? And Frances McDormand made up for all their lack of enthusiasm. Cho chweet.

Best Picture: No Country for Old Men.

I haven’t seen Atonement, but of the remaining four, this was the movie that deserved to win. By a hair. I couldn’t put the other movies into an order of preference if you held a gun to my head. Well, no – of course, I could if you held a gun to my head, but I wouldn’t like to do it.

PS – There is much wonder in the land of gossip as to the whereabouts of one Ben Affleck – not only was his wife a presenter but Amy Ryan who acted in his movie was up on a supporting nom. Well, that mystery has been solved: he was out fucking Jimmy Kimmel.


Posted by on February 25, 2008 in Celebrity, Entertainment, Movies, Review, Television, Video


Top Ten Shashi Kapoor


As requested by Beth, here’re my top ten must-watch Shashi Kapoor movies. Except they’re not my real Top Ten because she’s already seen a bunch of my favorite Shashi movies like Kaala Patthar, Junoon, Trishul, Aa Gale Lag Jaa (oh, come on! Admit it, you loved it too!), Do Aur Do Paanch, Namak Halaal, Sharmeelee, and, of course, Shakespearewalah. That’s almost a top ten right there.

And this is why Shashi Kapoor is so awesome. There aren’t a lot of actors out there who can bring out the amazing so consistently for so many years and do the movie star thing so well, especially when they’re asked to be a lean, mean roller-skating machine.

I’ve only ever run into him at an airport and while he wasn’t the Shashi of the movies by then – he was clearly somebody’s overweight pawpaw – he smiled that beautiful gentle smile at all of us lesser mortals as we parted for him to make his way to his seat and I swear to God, I’d have jumped his bones if he’d so much as looked at me. He’s lovely. And if any of your heathens have gory stories that say different, kindly keep them to yourself – I do not want to know. Leave me my illusions!

In no particular order I’d recommend:

Dharmaputra – There are two things about this movie that shock the hell out of me. One is that this was directed by Yash Chopra (shortly after he survived the Partition, I might add) and the second is that nobody seems to remember this movie was ever made. If I were Chopra, this is the movie that I’d bring up in every conversation about my films. It’s a movie about families and the communities they live in; the search for rationality in religion. It was also Shashi Kapoor’s first lead role, I believe.

The Householder – Going by his taste in the movies he produced (36 Chowringee Lane, Junoon, Utsav – but also, apparently, Ajooba!), I don’t know if he thought of the Merchant Ivory movies as his real work and the Bollywood movies as a bill paying job, but there’s a depth to the work he did with them that’s missing in most of his other efforts. Of course, that just might be a testament to Ruth Prawer Jhabvala’s writing as well. In any case, The Householder is in turns funny, sad, odd and quite moving. I also found it pretty romantic, which seems to shock a lot of people. I say, those people have no soul. And if ever there was a woman for whom I’d turn lesbian, that woman is Leela Naidu.

Utsav – I believe, generations of young Indian men have been desperately in love with this movie. Or rather, the sight of Rekha in full seductress mode. Personally, I’d have been turned off by the fact that the recipient of her affections was Shekhar Suman, who channels a dead fish throughout the movie, but whatever. I suppose they didn’t notice. However, the story here isn’t really about sex, although everybody in the film talks about it all the time. It’s about the need for love and fidelity – and the price we’d pay for those two things. Shashi plays a small but pivotal character, but I think this qualifies as a Shashi movie coz he produced it.

Pyaar Ka Mausam – There is only one thing you need to know going in: this movie was made by Nasir Hussain. Therefore things are delightfully proto-Bollywood (I’m one of those who firmly believe ‘Bollywood’ didn’t come into its own until Salim Javed met Amitabh Bachchan) and nothing really makes sense but everything comes out alright in the end. But there is a lot of good music and the only reason I can forgive Asha Parekh for being such a bleating ninny is because I suspect I too would have swallowed the lines Shashi fed her with such elan.

Kanyadaan – This is the kind of movie I watch when I’m feeling lachrymose. There isn’t anything especially great about it but it’s so comforting to watch the usual “Hero Jerkface acts in the best interests of everybody only to completely shatter Idealistic Bride when she finds out his deep, dark secret” story when it’s done so well. Sigh.

Deewar – Duh!

Doosara Aadmi – Strictly speaking, this is a Rishi Kapoor film and Shashi has a special appearance. But it still blows my mind that this movie got made. Not only is it all sorts of scandalous but it also creepy and – get this! – age appropriate! No wonder they never made anything like this ever again.

Heat and Dust – I’m probably going to get strung up for saying this, but I really liked this movie. I usually can’t stand the whole Raj nonsense, especially the vast array of literature and movies that came out around the same time as this movie, but this one I rather… loved. 😳 You shouldn’t judge me until you see the movie.

In Custody – This list is turning into a Merchant Ivory love fest but I can’t help it. I was reminded of this movie just recently when watching that flashback sequence in Khoya Khoya Chand. It sort of kills you to see Shashi as the bloated old man living off his glory days, reciting couplets in that beautiful soft voice of his, and to see glimpses of the poet in his younger days in those eyes – especially because we have seen old Shashi. I love it.

Jinnah – Shashi is the narrator here so I think it qualifies by the skin of its teeth. I thought this was a really good movie, if a little worthy in the manner of all such biopics, and I’ve always been sad that a performance as painstakingly crafted as Christopher Lee’s became a matter of such controversy. Not that it affected his career but I really do think the movie got shafted.

That’s my ten. And looking at IMDB, I realize I still have a bunch of movies that I haven’t seen.


Posted by on February 24, 2008 in Celebrity, Entertainment, Movies, Video


First Time Movie Star

Over at BethLovesBollywood, Beth has been running some hilarious clips from the Bachchan stable circa late 1980s – early 1990s. Otherwise known as my childhood. Which is why I’ve actually seen all the stuff she’s put up and more – courtesy my neighborhood cablewala and video shopwala (remember those? The true victims of internet piracy, I believe), of course. There was no way anybody in my household was going to take me to the theater to watch such stellar work as Ajooba, Toofan, Jaadugar or Ganga Jamuna Saraswati, to name a few.

In her Toofan post, she mentions that the movie was apparently a childhood favorite of some of her readers (unspecified to spare them the taunts of snobs such as I) and Sanket responded that it was probably because that was their intro to the awesomeness that is The Bachchan. For example, he first fell for Alec Guinness in Star Wars, completely unaware of his main body of work. I think that’s a fair point – James McAvoy (my latest crush, his movie Atonement is up for Best Picture tomorrow and he has a new movie coming out called Penelope that I really want to see), for example, has often mentioned his deep and abiding love for The Goonies, which starred No Country for Old Men‘s Josh Brolin among others.

It made me try to remember the first time I’d ever seen my favorite actors in and I found that it was a little difficult. There were some people whose roles leaped immediately to mind but some of them, I remembered for the context rather than the role. For example:

Aamir Khan / Juhi ChawlaQayamat Se Qayamat Tak. My cousin sister loved this movie. She was an 80s teen. I think that explains it all. The audio cassette was all but erased by the time summer got over. She even had posters on the walls! For some reason, I found her obsession very attractive and desperately wanted to become a teenage immediately so I too could cut pictures out of Stardust and sigh romantically. I gave it a shot back then but the performance lacked sincerity and my mother laughed at me. Oh, and she’d practice saying namaste the way Juhi said it at the Miss Universe (?) contest. Lord, she’d going to kill me if she finds out I spilled the beans. Hee.

Shahrukh KhanFauji. I don’t remember the series very well but I remember him. And I remember him telling my best friend to stop watching TV and pay more attention to school when she went up to him for an autograph.

KajolBaazigar. There’s this shot of her with an upswept hairdo, in a blue dress, on a yacht. And she turns to the camera, beetled unibrow and all, and blows SRK a kiss. She totally owned it. I had absolutely no idea who this woman was or her name or whether she was anything other than an extra. But you just couldn’t (or at least, I couldn’t) tear my eyes away.

Akshay KumarMr. Bond. I swear to God. I checked it up on IMDB (update: and Youtube!) and I’m not making it up: there really is such a film and it even costars Sheeba (whom I’ll always remember for Baba Sehgal and Aaja meri gaadi mein baithja). I don’t remember any of it but the name and that there was this nightclub-ish song in which he sort of groped a lot of women. There might also have been a poolside scene in a speedo although that could totally be my imagination. And you know what? That totally colored my perception of him for a long, long time. (I don’t care if you never watch videos on the internet – you have to see that clip above! It comes with subtitles, so you really have no excuse!)

Peter O’TooleLawrence of Arabia. This is one of my father’s favorite movies of all time and he would make a big family night of watching it once every year. Which is great if you’re older than, oh, four. Which is when my memory of this movie begins. I saw it when I was much older and I liked it but I can never love it because somewhere inside of me is a little four-year-old whimpering at the thought of once again sitting through “Daddy’s movie”. I nearly keeled over from shock when I saw him with Audrey Hepburn in How to Steal a Million – one of my favorite romcom capers – and recognized ol’ Larry in those beautiful blue eyes.

Julie AndrewsThe Sound of Music. Obviously.

Omar Sharif / Julie ChristieDr. Zhivago. My parents really love this kind of movie. And my mother is completely nuts about Omar Sharif (and Robert Redford – I guess she doesn’t have a ‘type’) so once we were done with Daddy’s movie, we got to watch Mama’s movie. Yippee. I fully intend making a Lara joke to my mom if Christie wins tomorrow for Away From Her.

Clark Gable / Vivien Leigh – It should be Gone with the Wind, right? I was obsessed with the book when I was about eight. It’s a long story but suffice it to say it was all my brother’s fault. And I think GWTW was the first time I saw Leigh act. But for Gable, I think I saw It Happened One Night first. How adorable were he and Claudette Colbert in that?

Nargis / Raj Kapoor – Talking of It Happened One Night:mrgreen: I can’t remember the first movie of theirs that I saw (I think it was Shree 420) but I remember the songs from Chori Chori with dazzling clarity as my introduction to their movies. My mother adored them and would play them all the time.

Zeenat AmanSatyam Shivam Sundaram. Consequently, it took me a long time to get on the Zeenie love train. That aborted fetus they plastered to her face was ridiculous but it did the job in grossing me out. Plus Shashi Kapoor was a total dick in that movie – a big no-no! I have loved Shashi Kapoor all my life and I know this is irrational but if you try and make me hate my adorable Shashi, you are dead to me. No excuses! But once Yaadon ki Baarat and Don had had their way with me, I too was enslaved. Long live Zeenie!

I realize I could go on and on, so I think I’ll just stop here for now. But do tell me about yourselves.


Posted by on February 23, 2008 in Celebrity, Entertainment, Movies, Personal, Video


5 Little Insights

(Above NSFW)

Insight is right! I really need to stop posting so much. Jawahara and then Anindita tagged me for the following:

Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like). Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better.

And you know what? You really will know me a little better by the time you finish reading this. As I reviewed my posts over the past year, I was rather irrationally taken aback when I noted the revelatory nature of some of the stuff I’ve written. ‘Irrationally’ because I did write it in the first place. But it’s done that thing that prose does sometimes – changed its nature to take on deeper shades as time has passed. Or maybe this whole thing is in my mind? I mean, it’s pretty tame compared to some of the stuff that I’ve read elsewhere and I think I’ve managed to stay off the journal entry turf, but…

Anyway, here’re my five:

Family – This is the post about my mom. It’s also (probably) the most personal thing I’ve put on this blog. In fact, I think I wrote this for a memoir class a few years ago and never turned it in for some reason or the other. Too sentimental, I think, was my feeling.

Friends – This one is difficult. I try really hard not to write about my friends because quite apart from my own rules about writing journal entries, they’re people who might want to pursue an internet life of their own and it wouldn’t be fair on them for me to keep writing about them. Also, at least three of my close friends have been harassed by annoying stalker type wanna-be boyfriends and I really don’t want to put out any information out there that might end up in some creepy hands. Sounds paranoid but it might be worth it in the end. But I’m okay sharing this post.

Myself – Do I have to? *grumble grumble* Okay, here’s one from years ago that I posted on IndieQuill a while back.

My Love – The only love that I’ve ever written about (as personally experienced by me) is my love for books. I guess that’s not what you’re looking for? Right. How about a short story then? I’ll give you two. Here’s a crowd pleaser and here’s something darker.

Anything I Please – Oh, thank God. I vote Bollywood! It makes everything magically better!

And now, for some linkety links, I tag: Tanay, Amey, Ammar, Aspi (whom I’ve incidentally never seen do a tag but thought I might as well give it a try) and Gaurav. Gentlemen, the floor’s yours.

PS – Chris Rock is performing from Never Scared.


Posted by on February 22, 2008 in Personal, Video