I am living in the virtual world, a world which is much more exciting. There are tragic twists and comic turns, but none that I cannot handle. The scene takes a melancholy mood every once in a while, but the overall theme stays positive. The Virtual World- its predictable, but it also never fails to surprise us.
So every time a Season finale threatens this happy existence of mine, I feel rather unsettled. Entourage's final season was in every sense- just mind-boggling and I think it would be unfair to say it did not feed viewers' neverending hunger for drama. But I still miss it, we all lost the BOYS too early.
One of the many comforting elements that helped me cope was an exciting line-up of Dexter- Season 6 and always-there Family Guy! Both the shows promised enough heart-thumping entertainment for the next few months to come. But the rumour mill has it that this could very well be the last season of Dexter.
I see the end coming- with the first three episodes' rather final theme. Dex is now talking about religion, mortality, things he wants to pass on to Harrison. I don't to believe it, but the rumour might very well be true.
It's strange how much we can get connected to these on-screen characters. A little part of us, is a little part of them. I might not agree with my favourite serial killer all the time, but his endearing existence- however virtual- is important to me.
I am braced for the end this time. "All good things must come to an end." Seven years back I remember coping with a sinking feeling of loss when my dear F.R.I.E.N.D.S went away. And not so long back, the four wonderful boys. Hope it'll be easier this time. Long live the Dark Defender!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Raindrops On My Head
It is the 9th of September- just any normal day. I lay in bed, trying hard to open my eyes, when suddenly i am struck by a sudden inspirtion to get up. I think it is the fear of being detained, but i rarely admit that. I figure, now that I'm already up- much rather take a bath.
So the waterdrops are falling rythmically on my head, in beat with the music playing on my phone. Weirdly enough, I'm still half sleeping. And is it something else i hear? Yes, it's RAINING! I don't know whether to rejoice or lament under the showerhead- isn't that the normal filmi way to show despair?
Anyway, so the raindrops are falling hard and fast. And now they seem to me, in my groggy state- to be dancing in beat with the music too. Fun is in store; but not so fast my friend. I don't know what makes me wear grey pants. Taking an unbrella (yes i found it without having to look for it), i move fast toward the main gate of my dingy South Ex house. To my utter dismay- it IS raining cats and dogs in Delhi, like it is the last time it will ever rain.
I call up Ketaki, hoping we could drive to college together. She doesn't answer, and so i find myself taking up the challege with renewed energy- I Shall Reach College. A godsend Autowalla stands right in front of my house, as if affirming and reinstatin my confidence. His name is Sunil- as i will later find out.
NO, i don't normally care to ask every man who drives me in an auto his name. But it is the Delhi rain and the wonderful warmth it induces in Dilliwallas, leaving us all cold and wet. Bringing out the best and the worst in everyone, and even the city as a whole.
Th trees have a brighter green shining out of them, i see it through the crystal waterdrops. Thank God i wore lenses, i see everything. The first rather amusing sight i see: two girls standing under a tree, turning back with utter shock to look at me. I notice briefly envious glances and then a questioning glance- why do i get an auto and they don't. HAHA, i think. Right now, i am unaware of the fact that this could at once be the most normal and most exciting ride of my life.
The scene on the main road is utter CHAOS. People are clustering under covered spots, like ants displaced from their sand domes. The otherise daunting flyovers come to rescue, and the bus stops are overflowing with people- people of all shapes and sizes, all colours. All carrying even colourful umbrellas. It's like a Yash Johar movie, only here the beauty lies in the ugly.
The roads are full of wheels moving at a snail's pace. Some travel in a hurry, some enjoy the water delightfully. Sunil asks me if he should take the underpass, i tell him OF COURSE. Not realising, just how full of water might that be.
As i emerge victorious, i feel a strange thrill through my body. I get a feeling this ride is going to be fun! I guess it was being part of a crowd, or just the faint ecstacy one feels everytime they defeat death ( from drowning)- but i am ready and raving for more. :)
I see a vegetable walla, running for shade under a tree and another small kid forgetting HIS vegetables and dancing in the rain- keep his vegetables fresh in his own way. Then there is the skinny sardar, careful to keep his blue pag dry. And the shapely woman wearing white, horrified it might turn transparent.
There are people everywhere. Some fighting, some saying thank you. Some stranded, with a broken car. Some not caring if they zoom away splashing water on some one else. I suddenly get an overwhelming feeling of insecurity, the kind that comes with a sudden realisation. I have just realised, that Delhi indeed is the city of its people. The good and the bad. The city is from its people, and the people from the city. And just like it's people, Delhi is most beauiiful and ugliest in the rainy season.
The puddles are ugly to the driver, while thrilling to the new boy. The keechad, er...is not beautiful to any one. The green leaves and the drenched rooftops standing tall. The flooded routes try to win over the indomitable spirit of the Dilli wallas. Fail.
I am repeatedly splashed with water, my derriere now wet enough to not be ignored, oho!
But do i mind? NO, not today. I see the world in a different zone right now, everyone on the edge. People sitting it out in their cars, agitated and happy. It's making me laugh, but i want to cry. I want it to dry up, but i enjoy the wetness. It's the strangest i have felt in a long time.
I reach college, wanting to go back only to take the rollercoaster ride once again. Maybe it's the tremendous feeling similar to survivng a bull-fight, but i feel like i need to pen it all down- The Experience That Is The Delhi Rain.
So the waterdrops are falling rythmically on my head, in beat with the music playing on my phone. Weirdly enough, I'm still half sleeping. And is it something else i hear? Yes, it's RAINING! I don't know whether to rejoice or lament under the showerhead- isn't that the normal filmi way to show despair?
Anyway, so the raindrops are falling hard and fast. And now they seem to me, in my groggy state- to be dancing in beat with the music too. Fun is in store; but not so fast my friend. I don't know what makes me wear grey pants. Taking an unbrella (yes i found it without having to look for it), i move fast toward the main gate of my dingy South Ex house. To my utter dismay- it IS raining cats and dogs in Delhi, like it is the last time it will ever rain.
I call up Ketaki, hoping we could drive to college together. She doesn't answer, and so i find myself taking up the challege with renewed energy- I Shall Reach College. A godsend Autowalla stands right in front of my house, as if affirming and reinstatin my confidence. His name is Sunil- as i will later find out.
NO, i don't normally care to ask every man who drives me in an auto his name. But it is the Delhi rain and the wonderful warmth it induces in Dilliwallas, leaving us all cold and wet. Bringing out the best and the worst in everyone, and even the city as a whole.
Th trees have a brighter green shining out of them, i see it through the crystal waterdrops. Thank God i wore lenses, i see everything. The first rather amusing sight i see: two girls standing under a tree, turning back with utter shock to look at me. I notice briefly envious glances and then a questioning glance- why do i get an auto and they don't. HAHA, i think. Right now, i am unaware of the fact that this could at once be the most normal and most exciting ride of my life.
The scene on the main road is utter CHAOS. People are clustering under covered spots, like ants displaced from their sand domes. The otherise daunting flyovers come to rescue, and the bus stops are overflowing with people- people of all shapes and sizes, all colours. All carrying even colourful umbrellas. It's like a Yash Johar movie, only here the beauty lies in the ugly.
The roads are full of wheels moving at a snail's pace. Some travel in a hurry, some enjoy the water delightfully. Sunil asks me if he should take the underpass, i tell him OF COURSE. Not realising, just how full of water might that be.
As i emerge victorious, i feel a strange thrill through my body. I get a feeling this ride is going to be fun! I guess it was being part of a crowd, or just the faint ecstacy one feels everytime they defeat death ( from drowning)- but i am ready and raving for more. :)
I see a vegetable walla, running for shade under a tree and another small kid forgetting HIS vegetables and dancing in the rain- keep his vegetables fresh in his own way. Then there is the skinny sardar, careful to keep his blue pag dry. And the shapely woman wearing white, horrified it might turn transparent.
There are people everywhere. Some fighting, some saying thank you. Some stranded, with a broken car. Some not caring if they zoom away splashing water on some one else. I suddenly get an overwhelming feeling of insecurity, the kind that comes with a sudden realisation. I have just realised, that Delhi indeed is the city of its people. The good and the bad. The city is from its people, and the people from the city. And just like it's people, Delhi is most beauiiful and ugliest in the rainy season.
The puddles are ugly to the driver, while thrilling to the new boy. The keechad, er...is not beautiful to any one. The green leaves and the drenched rooftops standing tall. The flooded routes try to win over the indomitable spirit of the Dilli wallas. Fail.
I am repeatedly splashed with water, my derriere now wet enough to not be ignored, oho!
But do i mind? NO, not today. I see the world in a different zone right now, everyone on the edge. People sitting it out in their cars, agitated and happy. It's making me laugh, but i want to cry. I want it to dry up, but i enjoy the wetness. It's the strangest i have felt in a long time.
I reach college, wanting to go back only to take the rollercoaster ride once again. Maybe it's the tremendous feeling similar to survivng a bull-fight, but i feel like i need to pen it all down- The Experience That Is The Delhi Rain.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Routine!!
The crazy thing about routine? That it can get depressing and strangely soothing whenever it chooses to.
Right after a life-altering moment or a drastic event, it can be the only thing you yearn for. After all the problems, the turmoil, the constant struggle and the day that seemed never-ending- all you need is the comfort of your pillow and the dent on your side of the bed.
In other cases, when you have been feeling the lack of excitement in your life- routine and the loops you are caught in might just drive you crazy. If you have absolutely NOTHING to do for a week, you'll know what i am talking about. Chances are, you already do.
Some people take to writing books to save their sanity. They produce great works of literature, some write autobiographies. We, today, BLOG!
PS- I am BORED!!!!!
Right after a life-altering moment or a drastic event, it can be the only thing you yearn for. After all the problems, the turmoil, the constant struggle and the day that seemed never-ending- all you need is the comfort of your pillow and the dent on your side of the bed.
In other cases, when you have been feeling the lack of excitement in your life- routine and the loops you are caught in might just drive you crazy. If you have absolutely NOTHING to do for a week, you'll know what i am talking about. Chances are, you already do.
Some people take to writing books to save their sanity. They produce great works of literature, some write autobiographies. We, today, BLOG!
PS- I am BORED!!!!!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Divya reviews: Delhi Belly
Director: Abhinay Deo
Producer: Aamir Khan
Cast: Imran Khan, Kunaal Roy Kapur, Vir Das, Shehnaz Treasurywala, Poorna Jagannathan, Vijay Raaz
Harmless entertainer
As a comedy, Delhi Belly is one of the smartest situational laugh-riots in a long time. Outstanding with bold dialog, the Aamir Khan production was strangely exciting even after repeated warnings about harmful adult content and shocking visuals. First off, I think the first round of applause should go to our frenemy Censor Board for displaying such maturity- for once proving that mindlessly snipping a film of it's soul is not the first thing it does. The spirit of Delhi Belly remains intact.
Next up is Aamir Khan, as he receives the Filmmaker's Award for Bravery. A cultured philosopher like him, with all his 'perfection', for once lets go and creates a masterpice nonetheless. To you Mr Khan we owe a lot of great works, and this one should certainly deserve a spot in the Hall Of Fame. Extra credit to the wife (Kiran Rao) for standing next to husband dearest as he discovered his wild side. It was clear as Aamir and co promoted their dear production, that everyone wanted in on the wilderness- we just never knew when it got to us.
The movie opened with great expectations and much hyped hysterical bouts of laughter- and it delivered. Aamir's nephew overcomes his chocolate boy image from Jaane Tu...Ya Jaane Na days- and how! As Tashi, he's your regular English-speaking Delhi boy, figuring out the classic love dilemma- he loves her, or he loves her not. As he flees from death, he explores parts of him he didn't know existed.
Vir Das is...a happy-go-lucky cartoonist, how apt! The actor has that classic silent look and the perfect comic timing to make you split your sides laughing. You don't know whether to laugh or to cry- as he tries to make a suitably funny laughing banana, as his 'girlfriend' gets married, as he shaves his head off, and as he croaks his way through the entire riot.
But in all fairness, Kunal Roy Kapoor takes the cake- the Delhi Belly lies with him, quite literally. You can't help but be disgusted at his grotesque manner of earning a living, his foul-mouth, and the varying exploits in the loo. Which is why, you don't realise when you fall in love with the character and find yourself cheering as he saves the day as the movie draws to a close.
The ladies blend in nicely- just as nicely as the various insults and swear words in the movie never offend you.
This is classic, coming-of-age humour, not for the 'saint-hearted'. The now famous 'DK Bose's from Kolkata have enjoyed the movie just as much as the Delhi lot, who connect with it's free spirit.
Here's to Imran and the boys!!
Producer: Aamir Khan
Cast: Imran Khan, Kunaal Roy Kapur, Vir Das, Shehnaz Treasurywala, Poorna Jagannathan, Vijay Raaz
Harmless entertainer
As a comedy, Delhi Belly is one of the smartest situational laugh-riots in a long time. Outstanding with bold dialog, the Aamir Khan production was strangely exciting even after repeated warnings about harmful adult content and shocking visuals. First off, I think the first round of applause should go to our frenemy Censor Board for displaying such maturity- for once proving that mindlessly snipping a film of it's soul is not the first thing it does. The spirit of Delhi Belly remains intact.
Next up is Aamir Khan, as he receives the Filmmaker's Award for Bravery. A cultured philosopher like him, with all his 'perfection', for once lets go and creates a masterpice nonetheless. To you Mr Khan we owe a lot of great works, and this one should certainly deserve a spot in the Hall Of Fame. Extra credit to the wife (Kiran Rao) for standing next to husband dearest as he discovered his wild side. It was clear as Aamir and co promoted their dear production, that everyone wanted in on the wilderness- we just never knew when it got to us.
The movie opened with great expectations and much hyped hysterical bouts of laughter- and it delivered. Aamir's nephew overcomes his chocolate boy image from Jaane Tu...Ya Jaane Na days- and how! As Tashi, he's your regular English-speaking Delhi boy, figuring out the classic love dilemma- he loves her, or he loves her not. As he flees from death, he explores parts of him he didn't know existed.
Vir Das is...a happy-go-lucky cartoonist, how apt! The actor has that classic silent look and the perfect comic timing to make you split your sides laughing. You don't know whether to laugh or to cry- as he tries to make a suitably funny laughing banana, as his 'girlfriend' gets married, as he shaves his head off, and as he croaks his way through the entire riot.
But in all fairness, Kunal Roy Kapoor takes the cake- the Delhi Belly lies with him, quite literally. You can't help but be disgusted at his grotesque manner of earning a living, his foul-mouth, and the varying exploits in the loo. Which is why, you don't realise when you fall in love with the character and find yourself cheering as he saves the day as the movie draws to a close.
The ladies blend in nicely- just as nicely as the various insults and swear words in the movie never offend you.
This is classic, coming-of-age humour, not for the 'saint-hearted'. The now famous 'DK Bose's from Kolkata have enjoyed the movie just as much as the Delhi lot, who connect with it's free spirit.
Here's to Imran and the boys!!
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