Two articles, which motivated me to get back on drinking pesticide, errr… Cola I mean.
Don’t read further if you are scared of the story being revealed to you. And if you dont remember who Dev, Rhea, Rishi, Maya and Arjun are, then here are pictures:
It got me thinking about the one big question about marriage: What is it that ensures the sustainable of a marriage ?
That love is essential is something I will presume. As an outsider, I would also add tolerance and flexibility though the meaning of these words is a whole new subject to be discussed, I believe.
The storywriter seemed to maintain a sense of justice by making the adulterous folks live in misery for three years. That was probably their punishment (?) Would Rhea and Rishi have tolerated/forgiven Dev and Maya if they had gotten married right away after their marriages split? I suspect the audience would have judged them as extremely selfish and the story would not have sold so much if the story was so. As for the actual act of sex between Dev and Maya, it got me thinking that their infidelity towards existing relationship did not develop in a day, nor did their love become so strong instantaneously. In that case, at what point would their respective spouses term them as “unforgivable“?
Blood relationships stay. The storywriter made it a point that Kamaljeet (Dev’s mother) had to ask for Rhea’s permission to stay in her home.
Here are some thought experiments. What difference do you think would the following changes in the storyline make?
* If Rhea and Arjun depended on Dev for their financial support ?
* If Maya had a child of her own ?
* If Maya had a family to which she was strongly connected. Protective brothers ?
* Rhea’s protective family members ?
Interesting questions, right ? I wonder if the storywriter made these decisions only to make the story more palatable and to not make it end like a Thomas Hardy ending.
Note: Through out this post, I mention the storywriter as the one who decides what needs to be done. I do so only to put an end to glorifying Karan Johar as the God of this movie. I doubt if he is the guru on relationships of all kind as he is sometimes portrayed in reviews and interviews.
Before proceeding, the spoiler warning: If you are a serious movie buff who does not like to know the end of a movie before seeing it don’t read this post. However, speaking of Zinda and Gangster, the two movies I am going to comment on, I don’t think you should them anyway so I leave the choice to you 🙂
Copycats. They tried to copy the blood and gore from Kill Bill 2. They mercilessly copied the soundtrack “Teahouse” by Juno Reactor. Just in case you are interested, this track features in Matrix Reloaded when Neo fights the Seraph (who protects the Oracle). Sanjay Dutt could have moved his body more flexibly so his age would not come in the way of a character being portrayed too. Sorry babe, I just did not like it! But Sanju rocks and I totally believe that!
Don’t watch it. Don’t even watch the trailer (if they made one, that is). The movie is about a woman hopelessly in love with a gangster. No wait, she is hopelessly in love with a cop. No wait, that was actually a cop who turned a gangster. No wait, he turned out to be the bad guy in the end so he was probably the real gangster. She was in love with them both — At the same time. Well, not really.
Does it even matter?
At Japan day at Fontainebleau, I was home most of the day (it was those job search days, remember?). However, when I went to campus around lunch time I was happy to see the finals of the business plan competition happenning along with some origami being taught in the bar. The origami was pretty basic stuff, if you ask me and I could not resist doing something with the paper they had provided. I made some stuff and put them on the table and told them I could teach these to anybody who requested. And well, the teachers were the first ones who were interested. I did not think much of it till that evening, when I met the Irish-Japanese-Married-with-kids guy who honoured me by saying: “Ah, so you taught the Japanese origami?”.
Life’s little pleasures!
Samois-sur-Seine is about 5 kilometers from the Avon gare and hosts an annual jazz festival by the banks of the Seine in honour of Django Reinhardt. Behind the mainstage were a lot of budding musicians who played for small gatherings of people. Some of the most interesting music is sometimes there for you when you just don’t expect it! June-July is the music season in this region. The ever expensive Montreaux fest, the Paris Jazz festival and ofcourse the night-long Fête de la Musique happens during this time.
Amongst the people who played at the Django fest, I loved saxophonist Olivier Témime and his band named “Olivier Témime and the Volunteered Slaves”. What they play is not characterised by a single genre. I think I loved his band because of the percussion, which happens to be my weakness.
I wanted to visit this place ever since I went to Paris. Ofcourse, I did not take out the time till I realized that it was time to leave France for good. Not many people are usually in for a trip to Buddha Bar just because it is there. The liberated brahmin was. After spending good time in the gulf and some in the US, he says he even thinks and expresses anger in English. The foreign MBA does not help either in getting back to his roots.
Buddha Bar is not very different from what the website shows. A hall with a huge statue of Buddha is on the ground floor and the bar is on the first floor. Everything is very expensive and the music, as expected, is what people go there for. I promised someone to get a t-shirt from there, but I did not. Apologies! 🙁
London Gay Men’s Chorus
I cannot possibly review a chorus performance since this was the first one I had been to and I am light years from ever being an expert. What follows is my account of how I saw it.
Amir-Khusrau invited me to UK during my P3-P4 break. I was pretty unhappy because of my job search results till then and so I decided to spend a few days with him. One can always trust him to arrange for a good time if one has an open mind for the surprises he has in store. Over the four or five days, I learnt a lot and enjoyed a lot. It was my first trip to the UK as far as I remember and there was an excitement to it. The vacation did not start on a very pleasant note, though. While leaving Paris at the Paris Nord station, I found that I had booked London-Paris-London instead of Paris-London-Paris and eurostar would show me no mercy at having done this mistake. I think they are nasty people — they deliberately price the London-Paris ticket more than the Paris-London ticket (DPRM at work!). Caught inbetween paying a higher price on their English website and working on their french language website, I chose the former and this led me to their default option of the journey starting from London. Aaaarrggghh! A costly mistake. I had to let go of my old tickets (about 200 Euros) and buy a fresh FULL price ticket at 223 Euros. But sorry for keeping you away from the real topic: lgmc.
But not before I tell you about Begum Sahiba. I met her along with Amir Khusrau at the London eye (1 and 2) near the Dali statue. Begum Sahiba cooks great shrimp and loves to travel. She showed me so many pictures of places she had been to in the recent months. I think she also loves to collect experiences. I love it. Khusrau expected me to know where the Dali statue would be –a good example of how inconsiderate he can get 🙂 He is good host though and surprise is his way. Along with any dish from anywhere, you are sure to receive some additions to your compendium of useless information.
Near the Sloan Street station, there is the Cadogan Hall that hosted the Chorus performance on the 29th of April entitled “the first fifteen“. A great evening for me and I liked the music too. Most people present there that evening were friends or family of those who were singing. So when they asked for others to remain standing, only ten were left standing. These, they said, were the people who mattered most and for whom they sang with all their heart. I felt special, he he!
In the real-estate boom in and around Delhi, I contemplated investing in this housing towers. It sounded like a great investment (an appreciation in price per square foot every week, so why not?). However, I chickened out and I did not put any money in it. Looking back, I have no regrets since the businessmen involved did not give me any positive vibes. This is the simple principle I have always felt comfortable with. I only work with and work for people I love. I hope that I land up in a work place that gives me the right kind of people around me.