have you ever tried to interview yourself. even i didn't no not until this morning when this crazy idea of interviewing myself has struck me. here are the excerpts from the interview.
SANDEEP(THE HOST): hey man nice to see you around so how are we? (this particular line is lifted from the movie green street hooligans 15 minutes into the movie you could hear pete saying this).
SANDEEP(THE GUEST): still surviving.
SANDEEP(H)(lighting up a cigarette): need one?
SANDEEP(G): i could murder one ( jai simha i could see you smiling. yes you are correct lifted from snatch).
SANDEEP(H): lets start the show you ready?
SANDEEP(G): hit me.
SANDEEP(H): this part of the show is called when was the last time? here comes the first one.
SANDEEP(H):when was the last time you cried?
SANDEEP(G): last night.
SANDEEP(H):when did you last masturbate?
SANDEEP(G): about an hour ago.
SANDEEP(H):when was your last brush with drugs?
SANDEEP(G):i dont do drugs. i mean serious drugs anyways its been ages( two full weeks) since i smoked a marijuana joint.
SANDEEP(H):when was the last time you stole some money?
SANDEEP(G): this morning for christ's sake dont look at me like that i hate that stare of your's. they are for my daily supply of cigarettes.
SANDEEP(H): when was the last time you saw a nice telugu flick?
SANDEEP(G): come on man my memory's good but not that good.
SANDEEP(H): take your time.
SANDEEP(G): (light's a cigarette half way through the cigarette comes our answer) JAGADAM.
THE SECOND ROUND.
SANDEEP(H): are you proud to be an indian?
SANDEEP(G): no, i am not and please cut the patriotic bull shit.
SANDEEP(H): the best indian film ever made?
SANDEEP(G): swades.
SANDEEP(H): if given a gun with two bullets in it who would be your target?
SANDEEP(G): BOTH OF US.
SANDEEP(H):the actor you respect the most?
SANDEEP(g): naseeruddin shah.
SANDEEP(H): all time favorite author?
SANDEEP(G): HANIF BHAI.
SANDEEP(H): best oscar acceptance speech till date? ( according to you)
SANDEEP(g): the one made by joe pesci while accepting the best supporting role oscar for his role in goodfellas all he said was " thank you".
SANDEEP(H): are you brand obsessed?
SANDEEP(g): no, just conscious.
SANDEEP(h): ever kissed a girl?
SANDEEP(g): yes if she could be called one.
SANDEEP(h): is football taking the place of cricket in india and pakistan?
SANDEEP(g): 100 years from now when school children in india and pakistan read about their countries they learn three things. children in india
1. cricket.
2. constitution and
3. gandhi
children in pakistan
1. cricket.
2. constitution and
3. jinnah
no sport can take the place of cricket atleast in both these countries. cricket in these countries is immortal.
SANDEEP(h): whoa that was a good one mate. would love to ask you some more but we are running out of time thanks for your time.
SANDEEP(g): my pleasure. could you lend me a cigarette?
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
THE FIRST'S
everyone has got their own set of first's the first crush, the first cigarette, the first pint of beer, the first fuck, the first bunk , the first blog, the first book, first name, first brush with drugs. i stop here because if i dont the list would go on and on. the first's never end everything has got a first.
all my previous blogs have got a paper draft attached to them. this is my first blog witout a paper draft. see as i have told you the first's never end. this feels good no planning, no idea about what you are going to write for the next 20 odd minutes.
what i am trying to do here is i am trying to recapture all those exiting, anxious, humiliating (what not everyother word that would define a feeling) moments.
after a long pause i start writing this.......
1. THE FIRST CRUSH.
once upon a time there was a guy named sandeep who happens to be the same guy who's presently writing this. this guy was in his mid teens respectably tall, fat on the whole not so good looking. everyday on his way to the school he met a girl he called her angel. she was beautiful the beauty was beyond the reach of our not-so-good-looking-fat sandeep but that did not bother him. the only thing that bothered to him was he was alive and luckily he had a set of eyes. he considered himself lucky that he was able to see her. these people sandeep and the angel never spoke but they swapped looks. he bought her a gift with all the money that he could lay his hands upon and gathering some courage he tried to give it to her but with all due respects to sandeep she politely refused the gift. that refusal scene formed the climax they never looked at each other nor they ever met again. .....
2.THE FIRST CIGARETTE
i have been smoking for the past 3 years. every smoker has an inspiration the inspiration which fuels the urge in him to get hold of a cigarette and burn it down to ashes now, all you smokers if you still remember your inspiration and if he is still alive go kill him. i cant kill mine because my inspiration happens to be the other son of my own mother my brother. i was obsessed with the way he sucked on to the stub of a cigarette it was so charming. having made up my mind i drove to a nearby cafe on a breezy sunday morning bought a cigarette and with my hands shaking i started smoking the first cigarette of my life ..........
3. THE FIRST BUNK
hey deekshith remember our first bunk because if you dont i am gonna kill ya. and you jai simha do you remember the movie from which i lifted the above dialouge cos if you dont i'll kill ya too. our first bunk happened on the second day of our engineering college all you engineering folk out there none of you would have bunked the college on the second day itself but we did. after watching our college buses go past us we sat there in barsta feeling elated over the fact that there is no other way that we could actually reach our college. time went past and after emptying a dozen cups of tea we got up when the clock struck 11. standing there outside ganga we waited patiently for the gates to open. time went by more and more people gathered and our hopes of watching a movie on our first bunk are slowly fading away. but thanks to some smart thinking by sandeep we got the the tickets and the movie was the ultra dumb "happy days" though i hated eveybit of what we saw on the screen that day i liked the feel of it........the feel of watching a movie on the first bunk of your life
i stop here because if i dont this would never end remember the first's never end...............
all my previous blogs have got a paper draft attached to them. this is my first blog witout a paper draft. see as i have told you the first's never end. this feels good no planning, no idea about what you are going to write for the next 20 odd minutes.
what i am trying to do here is i am trying to recapture all those exiting, anxious, humiliating (what not everyother word that would define a feeling) moments.
after a long pause i start writing this.......
1. THE FIRST CRUSH.
once upon a time there was a guy named sandeep who happens to be the same guy who's presently writing this. this guy was in his mid teens respectably tall, fat on the whole not so good looking. everyday on his way to the school he met a girl he called her angel. she was beautiful the beauty was beyond the reach of our not-so-good-looking-fat sandeep but that did not bother him. the only thing that bothered to him was he was alive and luckily he had a set of eyes. he considered himself lucky that he was able to see her. these people sandeep and the angel never spoke but they swapped looks. he bought her a gift with all the money that he could lay his hands upon and gathering some courage he tried to give it to her but with all due respects to sandeep she politely refused the gift. that refusal scene formed the climax they never looked at each other nor they ever met again. .....
2.THE FIRST CIGARETTE
i have been smoking for the past 3 years. every smoker has an inspiration the inspiration which fuels the urge in him to get hold of a cigarette and burn it down to ashes now, all you smokers if you still remember your inspiration and if he is still alive go kill him. i cant kill mine because my inspiration happens to be the other son of my own mother my brother. i was obsessed with the way he sucked on to the stub of a cigarette it was so charming. having made up my mind i drove to a nearby cafe on a breezy sunday morning bought a cigarette and with my hands shaking i started smoking the first cigarette of my life ..........
3. THE FIRST BUNK
hey deekshith remember our first bunk because if you dont i am gonna kill ya. and you jai simha do you remember the movie from which i lifted the above dialouge cos if you dont i'll kill ya too. our first bunk happened on the second day of our engineering college all you engineering folk out there none of you would have bunked the college on the second day itself but we did. after watching our college buses go past us we sat there in barsta feeling elated over the fact that there is no other way that we could actually reach our college. time went past and after emptying a dozen cups of tea we got up when the clock struck 11. standing there outside ganga we waited patiently for the gates to open. time went by more and more people gathered and our hopes of watching a movie on our first bunk are slowly fading away. but thanks to some smart thinking by sandeep we got the the tickets and the movie was the ultra dumb "happy days" though i hated eveybit of what we saw on the screen that day i liked the feel of it........the feel of watching a movie on the first bunk of your life
i stop here because if i dont this would never end remember the first's never end...............
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
POSTERS
i have tried hard infact very hard to stay away from cinema in my last six blogs. but, i think i've had enough i cant do it anymore. as, the famous amitabh dialouge goes "i eat english i drink english i sleep english my name is anthony gonsalves" the same way "i drink cinema i eat cinema i think cinema my name is dirty harry".
caught in a traffic jam with sweat dripping down your face you look around hoping for a miracle and there you see gopichand holding an attractive sword smeared with blood and anger occupying every nook and corner of his face. this is a poster designed for his latest film shankham.
a film may be good in its contents but a bad poster design may affect it adversly on the flip side a bad film with some interesting poster designing might drive people to the theatres. talking about my personal experience hollywood and bollywood succeed in deceiving me on regular basis but tollywood has barely managed to do it.
a poster can gross millions of dollars think its funny? even, i thought the same but it aint. nine years ago the posters of blair witch project have created a storm in the u.s of a. made on a shoe string budget the film starred all new comers and it was released simultaneously with a high budget action flick. interestingly this film grossed more than its counterpart thus, raising the curtain for an entirely new method of poster designing the unconventional method.
why did the posters of blair with became such a rage? just because they were able to raise the curiosity levels in people .
though a bit inconsistent bollywood has always been able to churn out good " they get you thinking" posters. for all those people who saw "wake up sid" the beta beti poster behind konkana sen sharmas desk depicting a poor mother and her two children is a classic example of this.
here comes our very own tollywood the latest to hit the roads are posters of a new kalyanram movie showing this idiot walking beside a tiger powerful huh? how many times have we seen a tollywood hero being compared with animals i am sorry by animals i mean a lion, tiger and all those powerful species. the people are tired of such posters atleast the intelligentia unfortunately the filmmakers aren't.
though a few films like sarai veeraju are showing some promise and making a statement that filmmakers are changing. but this ain't enough.
tollywood is in dire need of some good poster designers
caught in a traffic jam with sweat dripping down your face you look around hoping for a miracle and there you see gopichand holding an attractive sword smeared with blood and anger occupying every nook and corner of his face. this is a poster designed for his latest film shankham.
a film may be good in its contents but a bad poster design may affect it adversly on the flip side a bad film with some interesting poster designing might drive people to the theatres. talking about my personal experience hollywood and bollywood succeed in deceiving me on regular basis but tollywood has barely managed to do it.
a poster can gross millions of dollars think its funny? even, i thought the same but it aint. nine years ago the posters of blair witch project have created a storm in the u.s of a. made on a shoe string budget the film starred all new comers and it was released simultaneously with a high budget action flick. interestingly this film grossed more than its counterpart thus, raising the curtain for an entirely new method of poster designing the unconventional method.
why did the posters of blair with became such a rage? just because they were able to raise the curiosity levels in people .
though a bit inconsistent bollywood has always been able to churn out good " they get you thinking" posters. for all those people who saw "wake up sid" the beta beti poster behind konkana sen sharmas desk depicting a poor mother and her two children is a classic example of this.
here comes our very own tollywood the latest to hit the roads are posters of a new kalyanram movie showing this idiot walking beside a tiger powerful huh? how many times have we seen a tollywood hero being compared with animals i am sorry by animals i mean a lion, tiger and all those powerful species. the people are tired of such posters atleast the intelligentia unfortunately the filmmakers aren't.
though a few films like sarai veeraju are showing some promise and making a statement that filmmakers are changing. but this ain't enough.
tollywood is in dire need of some good poster designers
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
THE BRIGHT SPOT
First day of the college a starry eyed kid enters it no prizes for guessing thats me. i still remember those moments getting down from the car with box car racer playing in the background and feeling dissapointed looking at the campus.
few days into the college i developed a strong hatred towards it. hatred the that would destroy me in the future. hatred born out of anger and frustration. three full months have passed and i never spoke more than a few words a day. half the class thought i was dumb and the other half insane. even i began to question my sanity. the very sight of a people scared me to death and the thought of conversing with them bedazzled me. the pod my brother gave saved me for a while but that didn't last long. thats when i introduced myself to cigarettes "little soldiers of death" as i lovingly call them. even now they are my most royal and loyal set of friends. the day started with my lips sucking on to the soft stub of a cigarette and the nicotine acting as an anesthesia for the horrible surgery that i would have to undergo for the rest of the day. had this horrible feeling of being stabbed continuously when i was amidst people and a feeling of elation and celebration when i was alone.
that shithole snist has ruined me. darkness has taken over me but even on the most darkest of the nights the sky has a bright spot "moon". and deekshith proved to be my bright spot.
theres still some hope that i would become normal again but this hope is dying and its dying quickly
few days into the college i developed a strong hatred towards it. hatred the that would destroy me in the future. hatred born out of anger and frustration. three full months have passed and i never spoke more than a few words a day. half the class thought i was dumb and the other half insane. even i began to question my sanity. the very sight of a people scared me to death and the thought of conversing with them bedazzled me. the pod my brother gave saved me for a while but that didn't last long. thats when i introduced myself to cigarettes "little soldiers of death" as i lovingly call them. even now they are my most royal and loyal set of friends. the day started with my lips sucking on to the soft stub of a cigarette and the nicotine acting as an anesthesia for the horrible surgery that i would have to undergo for the rest of the day. had this horrible feeling of being stabbed continuously when i was amidst people and a feeling of elation and celebration when i was alone.
that shithole snist has ruined me. darkness has taken over me but even on the most darkest of the nights the sky has a bright spot "moon". and deekshith proved to be my bright spot.
theres still some hope that i would become normal again but this hope is dying and its dying quickly
Thursday, October 15, 2009
THE OMEN
Hordes of grasshoppers have receeded on the ripened fields of wheat. the village folk considered it a bad omen and they could sense the oncoming danger.Then began one of the most bloodiest mass carnage and the first of its kind in the history of mankind.This particular incident I'm talking about dates back to as long as 200 years.The village folk killed in the carnage were catholic christians and the killers "The Ottoman Empire"
The fields in India are beginning to ripe and grasshopers are making there way one by one the 91 bombay blasts marked the arrrival of the first grasshopper and the recent being 26/11 attacks.
theres no stopping these grasshoppers no, not until we stop encouraging people like narendra modi. you must be wondering why i used the word encouraging and narendra modi? i have my own reasons, a few years back a compartment carrying hindus was set ablaze by people and some of them happened to be muslims. this, fuelled the anger of hindus which resulted in one of the biggest carnage that our country has ever witnessed killing 2000 odd muslims. interestingly, narendra modi played a key role in imparting ignition to the fuelled hindus.
modi was re-elected as the chief minister of gujarat . now, i think i made myself clear why i used the terms encouraging and modi.
as, i have already told you there's no stopping these grasshoppers not until we stop encouraging these criminals dividing us on the basis of region , religion and language.
The fields in India are beginning to ripe and grasshopers are making there way one by one the 91 bombay blasts marked the arrrival of the first grasshopper and the recent being 26/11 attacks.
theres no stopping these grasshoppers no, not until we stop encouraging people like narendra modi. you must be wondering why i used the word encouraging and narendra modi? i have my own reasons, a few years back a compartment carrying hindus was set ablaze by people and some of them happened to be muslims. this, fuelled the anger of hindus which resulted in one of the biggest carnage that our country has ever witnessed killing 2000 odd muslims. interestingly, narendra modi played a key role in imparting ignition to the fuelled hindus.
modi was re-elected as the chief minister of gujarat . now, i think i made myself clear why i used the terms encouraging and modi.
as, i have already told you there's no stopping these grasshoppers not until we stop encouraging these criminals dividing us on the basis of region , religion and language.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
the greatest innings ever palyed
india were 5 down and the score card read 17. the radios were switched off and the people carried on with their work cursing all five now, sitting pretty in the dressing room. and then came the captain who went on to play this innings which later on gave birth to the term "captains knock".
the captain i am talking about is kapil dev and the blitzkreig took place during the quarterfanal against zimbawbe in the 1983 prudential world cup.
the innings included a tally of 11 sixes and 14 fours and kapil alone scored 175 in indias score of 238. india won the game and eventually went on to win the world cup.
unfortunately this spectacle was not caught on camera. the british broadcasting company in short bbc played the spoil sport and the reason being a salary hike strike by its employees.
and, the lucky indian supporters present their watching the match live are still unable to forget the innings which produced goosebumps and sent down a chill down their spine.
"that 175 has to be the greatest innings in the worldcup" later, wrote gavaskar in his autobiography and quiet evidently it was included and placed at no.4 in the compilation of wisdens top 10 cricketing performances of all time.
on the whole post league stage it was all kapils show "the 175 got us into the semi finals and that catch(richards) got us the final".
this has got to be the greatest innings ever played.......
the captain i am talking about is kapil dev and the blitzkreig took place during the quarterfanal against zimbawbe in the 1983 prudential world cup.
the innings included a tally of 11 sixes and 14 fours and kapil alone scored 175 in indias score of 238. india won the game and eventually went on to win the world cup.
unfortunately this spectacle was not caught on camera. the british broadcasting company in short bbc played the spoil sport and the reason being a salary hike strike by its employees.
and, the lucky indian supporters present their watching the match live are still unable to forget the innings which produced goosebumps and sent down a chill down their spine.
"that 175 has to be the greatest innings in the worldcup" later, wrote gavaskar in his autobiography and quiet evidently it was included and placed at no.4 in the compilation of wisdens top 10 cricketing performances of all time.
on the whole post league stage it was all kapils show "the 175 got us into the semi finals and that catch(richards) got us the final".
this has got to be the greatest innings ever played.......
Monday, October 12, 2009
the great indian censor
always had this feeling that i would become a film maker, not an ordinary one but a documentary film maker. because documentaries are the litmus test of a society and documentary film makers the climax species of media.
noted film maker govind nihalini once said that "documentary film makers in india are facing extinction if this situation continues then we would lose many talented filmakers"
why are we facing extinction? all because of our stupid senseless censor board. the 56 asian documentary film festival held recently in katmandu stands as a live example. large chunk of the films screened at the festival are from india and most of them have been denied permission for screening in india by our censor board.
"children of pyre" one of the documentary screened at the festival showcased the abundant talent of indian filmakers. the opening scene where a boy tells the viewers "i am 13 and i will be dead by 14" received thunderous applause. unfortunately even this film was denied permission by the censor board. not because it was obscence, not because it was violent just because it portrayed the harsh realities of children who make a living ny burning dead bodies in varnasi.
documentary films like farenheit 9/11 and sicko which shook the very roots of united states. are we incapable of producing such groundbreaking documentaries. no, but again the great indian censor comes in the way.
MR. nihalini thought you were exaggerating but you were absolutely correct the extinction is not far away......
noted film maker govind nihalini once said that "documentary film makers in india are facing extinction if this situation continues then we would lose many talented filmakers"
why are we facing extinction? all because of our stupid senseless censor board. the 56 asian documentary film festival held recently in katmandu stands as a live example. large chunk of the films screened at the festival are from india and most of them have been denied permission for screening in india by our censor board.
"children of pyre" one of the documentary screened at the festival showcased the abundant talent of indian filmakers. the opening scene where a boy tells the viewers "i am 13 and i will be dead by 14" received thunderous applause. unfortunately even this film was denied permission by the censor board. not because it was obscence, not because it was violent just because it portrayed the harsh realities of children who make a living ny burning dead bodies in varnasi.
documentary films like farenheit 9/11 and sicko which shook the very roots of united states. are we incapable of producing such groundbreaking documentaries. no, but again the great indian censor comes in the way.
MR. nihalini thought you were exaggerating but you were absolutely correct the extinction is not far away......
Sunday, October 11, 2009
AWARDS
barack obama has been given a noble for peace. he has been given at first shot what his hero, infact our very own hero mohandas karamchand gandhi failed to get even after being considered five times. yes, its true the same gandhi we have been idolising since our childhood. the same guy with a 1000 watt smile on his face peeping through our currency.
who is responsible for this the noble committee? what would they do poor people they must have been too busy to give away the prize to this half naked fakir roaming around trying to spread peace. stupid old fakir they might have thought.
this is not the first time that someone qualified enough failed to get the noble not only for peace but literature has also got this jinx. the rules are simple for other fields. do some ground breaking work on something and wait for the call. but it isn't the same situation for peace and literature. there is a huge political interference there is a view that noble literature and peace prize is awarded to induviduals whose political stance at a given moment is found to be sympathetic.
not only noble and all other numerous international awards the is the situation in our homeland. closer home the situation is a lot worse and clumsier. the fight for the padma awards has reached an all time high and the values are reaching an all time low. there is an allegation that maestro ravi shankar used his close associate who happens to be a member of parliment to get a bharat ratna. some rti activists have gone to the the extent of filing a petition against the irregularities maintained in the meetings of the padma award committee. in response the union ministry was forced to admit that no specific records of deliberations of padma award committee is maintained.
now, let us assume that the petition filed by the rti activists is indeed true. even if it's not one can not deny the fact that political influence play a strong role when it comes to awards at any level.
if this situation continues then our future generation the younger lot of influential parents would ask for a padma award or a bharat ratna as a birthday present........
who is responsible for this the noble committee? what would they do poor people they must have been too busy to give away the prize to this half naked fakir roaming around trying to spread peace. stupid old fakir they might have thought.
this is not the first time that someone qualified enough failed to get the noble not only for peace but literature has also got this jinx. the rules are simple for other fields. do some ground breaking work on something and wait for the call. but it isn't the same situation for peace and literature. there is a huge political interference there is a view that noble literature and peace prize is awarded to induviduals whose political stance at a given moment is found to be sympathetic.
not only noble and all other numerous international awards the is the situation in our homeland. closer home the situation is a lot worse and clumsier. the fight for the padma awards has reached an all time high and the values are reaching an all time low. there is an allegation that maestro ravi shankar used his close associate who happens to be a member of parliment to get a bharat ratna. some rti activists have gone to the the extent of filing a petition against the irregularities maintained in the meetings of the padma award committee. in response the union ministry was forced to admit that no specific records of deliberations of padma award committee is maintained.
now, let us assume that the petition filed by the rti activists is indeed true. even if it's not one can not deny the fact that political influence play a strong role when it comes to awards at any level.
if this situation continues then our future generation the younger lot of influential parents would ask for a padma award or a bharat ratna as a birthday present........
floods politics and people
ramnarayana a tailor by profession, resident of mahaboobnagar lost his wife a few years back and is survived by two girls and three sewing machines. the three sewing machines mean everything to him. everything was fine he was saving money for the marriage of his daughter ratna in a grameen bank. then, came the blow in the form of floods that changed everything. he lost everything the money, daughter and the sewing machines
the other day ramnarayana was seen crying sitting beside one of his demolished sewing machine. that was the last anyone ever saw him he was lost maybe forever.
what i just described is just a tip of the iceberg. the condition is a lot worse. people are surrounded by nauseating stench. dead pigs in their verandah. mud and slush in their houses. these people are waiting they are desperately waiting for the officials to come to their rescue. but, wait a minute where are the officials? oh, i almost forgot the officials are busy getting the houses of rich cleaned. this is india only the rich and the elite can get their things done whatever be the situation.
the politicians are more worried about the effect of floods on their vote banks rather than its effect on people. the other day when voluntary organisations proposed to relocation of people living on the banks of river to a much safer place. there, was a roaring protest from the politicians in fear of losing their vote banks.
hoping that these people would receive the necessary help required in the near future. i dedicate this to all those people affected by the floods directly or indirectly....
the other day ramnarayana was seen crying sitting beside one of his demolished sewing machine. that was the last anyone ever saw him he was lost maybe forever.
what i just described is just a tip of the iceberg. the condition is a lot worse. people are surrounded by nauseating stench. dead pigs in their verandah. mud and slush in their houses. these people are waiting they are desperately waiting for the officials to come to their rescue. but, wait a minute where are the officials? oh, i almost forgot the officials are busy getting the houses of rich cleaned. this is india only the rich and the elite can get their things done whatever be the situation.
the politicians are more worried about the effect of floods on their vote banks rather than its effect on people. the other day when voluntary organisations proposed to relocation of people living on the banks of river to a much safer place. there, was a roaring protest from the politicians in fear of losing their vote banks.
hoping that these people would receive the necessary help required in the near future. i dedicate this to all those people affected by the floods directly or indirectly....
Saturday, October 10, 2009
am i blessed with you or cursed?
"people compare me with my brother" this is a famous line from the movie american history x. when i first saw that movie i was able to relate myself with edward furlog who plays the the kid brother and my brother ashok with edward norton who plays the brother. even in my life people compare me with my brother which is something i am not very comfortable with although it instigates a sense of pride in me being compared with my brother.i have the same obsession with my brother that edward furlong has in the movie. the premise and circumstances may be different but it feels good to see someone on the screen who is just like you. this movie came at a time when i was beginning to think am i the only one in this vast world of ours who is so obsessed with his brother and i must tell you this movie gave me relief.
I follow my brother exactly the way furlong does in the movie. when it comes to my brother i lose my senses i feel as if power to think lies with him and i am a mere robot controlled by him. there is an incident which i would like to quote in this blog. a few years back i was watching a movie with my brother which i actually liked very much but my brother did not. and the very next moment i started hating that movie in fact i hated everone who liked it because my brother didn't.
my brother has his set of insecurities, fears , set backs lke every other human does on this earth. but as i have already told i lose my senses when he is around . there isn't a single thing in me that could be compared with my brother.
if ashok is kept in a room full of people. no matter who they are where they come from or the language they speak. i would bet my life that he would emerge as " the paul newman in a room full f charlie hardys"
I follow my brother exactly the way furlong does in the movie. when it comes to my brother i lose my senses i feel as if power to think lies with him and i am a mere robot controlled by him. there is an incident which i would like to quote in this blog. a few years back i was watching a movie with my brother which i actually liked very much but my brother did not. and the very next moment i started hating that movie in fact i hated everone who liked it because my brother didn't.
my brother has his set of insecurities, fears , set backs lke every other human does on this earth. but as i have already told i lose my senses when he is around . there isn't a single thing in me that could be compared with my brother.
if ashok is kept in a room full of people. no matter who they are where they come from or the language they speak. i would bet my life that he would emerge as " the paul newman in a room full f charlie hardys"
BOTH
mummy or daddy and i say daddy, biryani or roti and i say biryani, tarantino or ritchie and i say both. people i cant express my obsession with both of them. this obsession is beyond the reach of words.
now how on the face of this earth can someone make a decision and pick one if they have to pick the better one out from ritchie and tarantino. on one side is the guy who made snatch and on other side is the guy who made pulp fiction. on one side is the guy who wrote " If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything, I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now, do you understand everything I've said? 'Cause if you don't, I'll kill ya. " and on the other side is the guy who wrote"I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage"
but i can make an attempt to compare both of them and i don't think it would be much of an offense . lets start with tarantino this guy has this unique style of storytelling the "chapter style" watching a tarantino movie is like reading a text book. attention to detail is taken care of and there's no rule that a new chapter begins where the previous chapter ends. but at the end everything makes sense. coming to the dialouge you have to be a patient listener patience is an essential ingredient to enjoy a tarantino meal. if someone asks me what is it that makes his films band apart(incidentally the production house of tarantio is called "band apart" films) from other movies and i say it is the characters in his movies which create a difference. and also the depiction of extreme violence in his movies which is mostly off screen is first of its kind. tarantino has this obsession with the faded stars of yesteryear he often casts them in pivotal roles. john travolta, harvey keitel,kurt russel,pam grier are some of the few stars who got a fresh lease of life through his movies. his unconventional story telling and interesting character structures coupled with some smart dialouge puts him at the top of the list in the race of hollywoods most creative drectors.
coming to guy ritchie this guy doesn't take himself seriously starting from lock stock to the more recent rocknrolla all of them are heist movies. never did a heist movie made people laugh in the history of hollywood as much as snatch and lock stock did. interestingly in all his movies the anti protagonist is smarter and has more brains than the main protagonist this is something which we seldom dont get to watch. never mind the star cast or who plays who.this guy doesnt need any stars . theres no need of any patience to watch his movies the dialouge is smart,funy,powerfull and in your face .
if some one points a gun at me point black and asks me to pick one of them my answer would be still the same
BOTH....
now how on the face of this earth can someone make a decision and pick one if they have to pick the better one out from ritchie and tarantino. on one side is the guy who made snatch and on other side is the guy who made pulp fiction. on one side is the guy who wrote " If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything, I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now, do you understand everything I've said? 'Cause if you don't, I'll kill ya. " and on the other side is the guy who wrote"I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage"
but i can make an attempt to compare both of them and i don't think it would be much of an offense . lets start with tarantino this guy has this unique style of storytelling the "chapter style" watching a tarantino movie is like reading a text book. attention to detail is taken care of and there's no rule that a new chapter begins where the previous chapter ends. but at the end everything makes sense. coming to the dialouge you have to be a patient listener patience is an essential ingredient to enjoy a tarantino meal. if someone asks me what is it that makes his films band apart(incidentally the production house of tarantio is called "band apart" films) from other movies and i say it is the characters in his movies which create a difference. and also the depiction of extreme violence in his movies which is mostly off screen is first of its kind. tarantino has this obsession with the faded stars of yesteryear he often casts them in pivotal roles. john travolta, harvey keitel,kurt russel,pam grier are some of the few stars who got a fresh lease of life through his movies. his unconventional story telling and interesting character structures coupled with some smart dialouge puts him at the top of the list in the race of hollywoods most creative drectors.
coming to guy ritchie this guy doesn't take himself seriously starting from lock stock to the more recent rocknrolla all of them are heist movies. never did a heist movie made people laugh in the history of hollywood as much as snatch and lock stock did. interestingly in all his movies the anti protagonist is smarter and has more brains than the main protagonist this is something which we seldom dont get to watch. never mind the star cast or who plays who.this guy doesnt need any stars . theres no need of any patience to watch his movies the dialouge is smart,funy,powerfull and in your face .
if some one points a gun at me point black and asks me to pick one of them my answer would be still the same
BOTH....
Friday, October 9, 2009
dirty harry
know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
bang bang
dirty harry has just killed the scorpion and the end credits were rolling on my screen. i got up and went out helped myself to a garam chai had a quick puff went back to my room and boy i was all pumped up there was a rush of adrenaline in my body and my mind was still in the state of utter disbelief of what i saw earlier in the day.
movies made in the seventies hardly excite me. i never had trust in those old school directors though a few of them like sydney lumet and martin scorcese have always managed to surpass my expectations. dirty harry is one of those few gems that i have avoided watching all these days owing to my 70's phobia
this particular movie was lying there in my huge collection of movies for quiet a while.a few weeks back i was sitting there in my room watching a stupid coming of age flick called "ferris buellers day off" there was this scene in the movie which caught my attention the principal of a high school goes crazy with joy when his female assistant compares him with dirty harry, this particular scene has got me thinking and the urge to watch this movie surpassed my 70's phobia and i was able to get myself to watch. everytime i see it i ask my self a question
how did they do this?
clint eastwood the man who played dirty harry superstar of yesteryear, this guy has only one expression the famous "eastwood frown". the following statement would hurt all the paul newman fans around the world but myself being an ardent follower of paulie i dont hesitate to say that "clint eastwood is the big dadda of paul newman"
each era has it's own set of classics if its lawrence of arabia and 12 angry men for the 50's its taxi driver and the raging bull for the seventies but only few classics have that everlasting essence and they make themselves comfortable in any era of cinema and i take pride to declare that dirty harry is one of them.
this movie has got that rare quality to age with time. dirty harry is continuing to charm his viewers even today.
bang bang
dirty harry has just killed the scorpion and the end credits were rolling on my screen. i got up and went out helped myself to a garam chai had a quick puff went back to my room and boy i was all pumped up there was a rush of adrenaline in my body and my mind was still in the state of utter disbelief of what i saw earlier in the day.
movies made in the seventies hardly excite me. i never had trust in those old school directors though a few of them like sydney lumet and martin scorcese have always managed to surpass my expectations. dirty harry is one of those few gems that i have avoided watching all these days owing to my 70's phobia
this particular movie was lying there in my huge collection of movies for quiet a while.a few weeks back i was sitting there in my room watching a stupid coming of age flick called "ferris buellers day off" there was this scene in the movie which caught my attention the principal of a high school goes crazy with joy when his female assistant compares him with dirty harry, this particular scene has got me thinking and the urge to watch this movie surpassed my 70's phobia and i was able to get myself to watch. everytime i see it i ask my self a question
how did they do this?
clint eastwood the man who played dirty harry superstar of yesteryear, this guy has only one expression the famous "eastwood frown". the following statement would hurt all the paul newman fans around the world but myself being an ardent follower of paulie i dont hesitate to say that "clint eastwood is the big dadda of paul newman"
each era has it's own set of classics if its lawrence of arabia and 12 angry men for the 50's its taxi driver and the raging bull for the seventies but only few classics have that everlasting essence and they make themselves comfortable in any era of cinema and i take pride to declare that dirty harry is one of them.
this movie has got that rare quality to age with time. dirty harry is continuing to charm his viewers even today.
a new beginning
there was someone on the other side of my door probably looking straight into the eyes of heath ledger.this someone was knocking on my door, but i was unable to get my self to open the door. am i awake? or am i sleeping? am i dreaming in my sleep? or am i sleeping in my dream? is this some one for real or is he a character in my dream . a plethora of questions followed but the answers were lost somewhere. unable to wage a war with all these questions i got up and tried to pinch my self desperately hoping that i would not feel a thing and all this is indeed a dream but no i felt something, dissapointed over the result of my experiment i got up and opened the door to find my self facing my father who was trying to wake me up. just then someone inside me shouted "a new day has began"
I was standing there in my unusually deserted bus stop waiting for my usually over crowded bus 218k three numbers and an alphabet they mean a lot to me finally, the bus came and with great effort i was able to drag myself into the bus . the black sabbath have already started their ironman and i could hear them say
has he lost his mind ?
can he see or is he blind?
just then i was interrupted by someone from the back and i in turn interrupted the black sabbath when they were about to say can he walk at all?. it was the conductor shouting for tickets i hate these conductors they snatch your money and all you get in return is a useless piece of recycled paper he asked me for a ticket and i said pass but the motherfucker asked me to show it for god's sake my regular conductor does not ask me this question. i searched for the pass which didn't exist and shouted ticket please.
that night lying on my bed i slowly submerged into my sleep hoping that the next time some knocks on my door it would indeed be a dream.
I was standing there in my unusually deserted bus stop waiting for my usually over crowded bus 218k three numbers and an alphabet they mean a lot to me finally, the bus came and with great effort i was able to drag myself into the bus . the black sabbath have already started their ironman and i could hear them say
has he lost his mind ?
can he see or is he blind?
just then i was interrupted by someone from the back and i in turn interrupted the black sabbath when they were about to say can he walk at all?. it was the conductor shouting for tickets i hate these conductors they snatch your money and all you get in return is a useless piece of recycled paper he asked me for a ticket and i said pass but the motherfucker asked me to show it for god's sake my regular conductor does not ask me this question. i searched for the pass which didn't exist and shouted ticket please.
that night lying on my bed i slowly submerged into my sleep hoping that the next time some knocks on my door it would indeed be a dream.
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