I put to rest a deadline yesterday that has taken all this week. I woke this morning and stretched to a delightful feeling of freedom. Time at last to write to friends, scratch about my favourite time-waste forums, change a display picture and even blog.
One post about Bombay Talkies was in draft mode for more than a fortnight. Since it seemed de rigueur, here is my list:
1) Dibakar Banerjee. Lovely, lovely vignette. Hail, master of the short form. Whatsisname Siddiqui! the layers of sound in that film... hell, the whole world-view. Loved. And Anjali, the Emu. Seriously, man. I suspect, my eyes started bulging even as the lines played out. "Anjali ne saara besan kha liya..." already my mind was reeling with speculation -- wtf! who eats besan? and hehe, the frame moves to the phlegmatic bird. Haha!
2) Anurag Kashyap. The madness of fandom in India. Allahabad vs Kanpur. Amitabh Bachchan, the last superstar. The human-ness of security guards. The casual cruelties of occupants of top berths. The unreasonable demands of parents. The principles of storing murabba. Nice!
3) Zoya Akhtar. Sweet kids but she bit off more than she could chew. The complexities of transvestism and deeper psychological/gender issues compounded by inept parenting in a short? Didn't work.
4) Karan Johar. Same topic. Unlikeable characters, all of whom behaved badly. Very *shrug* for me.
When's the next portmanteau film? Can I direct one chunk? Please?
Then, there was a bit of time for some Sufis today, and I found a couple of things I wanted to keep in my folder Poetry\Punjabi.
Shah Hussain says:
Ashiq hovaiN, taN ishq kamavaiN
Rah ishq sooee da nakka, dhaga hovaiN taN javaiN
If you could be a lover, you could earn love
The path of love is the eye of a needle, you could pass if you were a thread.
It's being a weird summer in Hyderabad, hasn't it? First it wasn't hot enough, now it isn't dry enough. Icky humidity. Bleah. Still, my father has brought home this water sprayer and I walk about phish phishing the air in front of me. Come soon, rain - the Bangalore walas on my timeline are getting unbearable.
I managed to see Star Trek into Darkness (is that the right name?). IMAX, 3D, good seats. And Benedict Cumberbatch was good only in spite of Sherlock. Also Kirk. And Spock. Liked Sulu also. Everything and everybody, in fact, except Klingons.
Ashte.
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One post about Bombay Talkies was in draft mode for more than a fortnight. Since it seemed de rigueur, here is my list:
1) Dibakar Banerjee. Lovely, lovely vignette. Hail, master of the short form. Whatsisname Siddiqui! the layers of sound in that film... hell, the whole world-view. Loved. And Anjali, the Emu. Seriously, man. I suspect, my eyes started bulging even as the lines played out. "Anjali ne saara besan kha liya..." already my mind was reeling with speculation -- wtf! who eats besan? and hehe, the frame moves to the phlegmatic bird. Haha!
2) Anurag Kashyap. The madness of fandom in India. Allahabad vs Kanpur. Amitabh Bachchan, the last superstar. The human-ness of security guards. The casual cruelties of occupants of top berths. The unreasonable demands of parents. The principles of storing murabba. Nice!
3) Zoya Akhtar. Sweet kids but she bit off more than she could chew. The complexities of transvestism and deeper psychological/gender issues compounded by inept parenting in a short? Didn't work.
4) Karan Johar. Same topic. Unlikeable characters, all of whom behaved badly. Very *shrug* for me.
When's the next portmanteau film? Can I direct one chunk? Please?
***
Then, there was a bit of time for some Sufis today, and I found a couple of things I wanted to keep in my folder Poetry\Punjabi.
Shah Hussain says:
Ashiq hovaiN, taN ishq kamavaiN
Rah ishq sooee da nakka, dhaga hovaiN taN javaiN
If you could be a lover, you could earn love
The path of love is the eye of a needle, you could pass if you were a thread.
***
It's being a weird summer in Hyderabad, hasn't it? First it wasn't hot enough, now it isn't dry enough. Icky humidity. Bleah. Still, my father has brought home this water sprayer and I walk about phish phishing the air in front of me. Come soon, rain - the Bangalore walas on my timeline are getting unbearable.
***
I managed to see Star Trek into Darkness (is that the right name?). IMAX, 3D, good seats. And Benedict Cumberbatch was good only in spite of Sherlock. Also Kirk. And Spock. Liked Sulu also. Everything and everybody, in fact, except Klingons.
Ashte.
2 comments:
heeheeeheeee. unbearable summer is it not in hyderabad? :P and you know the smell I hear outside my window? of a lovely breeze and impending rain. *sweet smile*
arre, siddiqui... i wanna see too. sigh so many movies to see and so cannot :(
uff, you Bangalore person! What would you guys know of the pleasures of contrast. And by August, you'll all be sniffling and wearing scarves - pathetic. *sweeter smile*
Arre, you haven't seen Bombay Talkies! you must! ayyo, you should not have read post, silly. I should have put spoiler warning, tcha.
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