First of all, get ready not to watch a semi-porn movie. If you thought the title just sets you into a mood to watch all the raunchy action, it quite isn’t the director’s priority. Three short stories denoting love, sex and dhoka (being cheated) respectively, are plotted perfectly. Better even is the connection between the three short stories; it hits you like lightening that for weak brains like me, it took a bit longer to actually understand the association!
The first plot, love, pretty much proves that the emotion is not at all times blissful! A final year student Rahul (Anshuman Jha) is directing a movie for his diploma course and ends up falling in love with the female lead in the movie, Shruthi. The girl’s dad and brother, play the typical protective sorts and some element of comedy exists. Knowing fully well that their love will not be accepted, they elope and marry. What follows after that is a gory, but true image of the darker side of love.
The second plot, sex, provides some amount of sleaze for those who still think the title has to justice! Between love and money, the latter sure has an upper hand boy! A new camera has been set up in a supermarket and it has to have some work right? So, it has to play the role of filming ‘the act’ between the heavily debted Adarsh, the store manager who desperately needs money to free himself from unending financial constraints and Rashmi, a ‘dark behenji’ types who eventually gets vulnerable. From seriously falling in love to succumbing to want of money, this plot is pretty much the locus of the entire movie. Much of the connection between the three plots happen in this very supermarket.
The third plot, illustrates the casting couch in the reel world and the media relentlessly trying by means not so right just to bag the ‘headlines of the year’ title. The photographer unable to fund for his wife and kid but having a liking for the girl who helps him in the entire process of unearthing the singer’s weaknesses shows yet another face of dhoka. Herry Tangri plays the role of Loki Local well and reminds you of a famous singer's episode of the casting couch drama.
What makes this movie all the more wonderful is the usage of a hand held camera by the respective character of each plot. Dibakar Banerjee, the director, has made a watchable movie and even the A rated scenes does not make one shift uneasily in his/her seat. However, blood and gore are not my cups of tea and hence I did feel uneasy watching some scenes in the first plot but overall a movie with both my thumbs up!
I haven’t heard any of Sneha Khanwilkar’s music previously and hence cannot compare. But the title track is really apt and the background score blends utterly well. I may have not mentioned some characters and that’s for you to watch because this is one helluva movie!
As I walked out of the movie hall, my friend aptly commented, “When movies like ‘My Name is Khan’ gets 4 stars, this movie is way beyond that”.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Hey! Parents! Leave the kids alone!
Here in India, convent education is considered superior and most parents hanker for seats for their kids in such schools. I had the privilege of studying in one and I can proudly say that I did learn some of the best manners and skills, be it language, leadership or otherwise. But there has to be something the other way round right?
I have grown up with several nuns in my 12 years of schooling and there is so much to look up to them for. Yet, when in class 4, I had a teacher, Sister Albina. No offence meant, but she had all the qualities starkly opposite to what a nun was supposed to have! She carried this menacingly looking bamboo cane and the minute someone said 2*2 was 5, she was doomed. 5 strokes on her back and the rest of the day was quite literally gone!
Somehow, many parents came to the entire class’s rescue and we did away with her. Now, coming to the main question - If teachers physically hurt us, parents come to our rescue. If parents hurt us? In my mother tongue there is this proverb which means, boys have to be hit and brought up, while girls have to be treasured! I don’t know who came up with this proverb, but I sure can’t go by its words.
I have been witness to many parents hammering their kids just because they dint get enough marks, or created a huge ruckus in a shopping mall, bringing embarrassment to them and so on. My whole point is why hit them? If you weren’t sane enough to talk to them and advice them as to how to behave in front of others, or told them that competition was good but it was not about getting higher marks than the neighbours’ kids, you have absolutely no rights to put your hands on them!
To make the embarrassment worse for parents, I’ve seen kids who actually retaliate and whack their parents! Why all this torment, for both the child and the parents? Even if the kid wants to lodge a complaint against the torturing parents, there exists a worse fear; at least in our country; the kid may walk into the station and be sexually molested even!
This is not an article to find loopholes in our system, but to reiterate on some basics. Just like how charity begins at home, all our mannerisms, values and so on are moulded at home first. There are ways other than whipping your child to mend her/his ways - Speaking is also an action!!!
I have grown up with several nuns in my 12 years of schooling and there is so much to look up to them for. Yet, when in class 4, I had a teacher, Sister Albina. No offence meant, but she had all the qualities starkly opposite to what a nun was supposed to have! She carried this menacingly looking bamboo cane and the minute someone said 2*2 was 5, she was doomed. 5 strokes on her back and the rest of the day was quite literally gone!
Somehow, many parents came to the entire class’s rescue and we did away with her. Now, coming to the main question - If teachers physically hurt us, parents come to our rescue. If parents hurt us? In my mother tongue there is this proverb which means, boys have to be hit and brought up, while girls have to be treasured! I don’t know who came up with this proverb, but I sure can’t go by its words.
I have been witness to many parents hammering their kids just because they dint get enough marks, or created a huge ruckus in a shopping mall, bringing embarrassment to them and so on. My whole point is why hit them? If you weren’t sane enough to talk to them and advice them as to how to behave in front of others, or told them that competition was good but it was not about getting higher marks than the neighbours’ kids, you have absolutely no rights to put your hands on them!
To make the embarrassment worse for parents, I’ve seen kids who actually retaliate and whack their parents! Why all this torment, for both the child and the parents? Even if the kid wants to lodge a complaint against the torturing parents, there exists a worse fear; at least in our country; the kid may walk into the station and be sexually molested even!
This is not an article to find loopholes in our system, but to reiterate on some basics. Just like how charity begins at home, all our mannerisms, values and so on are moulded at home first. There are ways other than whipping your child to mend her/his ways - Speaking is also an action!!!
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