Again, I disappeared. I know! Now not the trip or anything,
but the exams and also a bit of surprising shocking news.
On 11
th April, one hysterical group ran into me
on the street announcing my Dean’s award as very inspiring personality (in
other terms all round award which I did not believe till I received). I didn’t know
whether to be embarrassed or delighted. In the end, I just managed to nod my
head, smile, make appropriate noises, and escape to the safety.
click here for details.
Anyways that was the reason and also these days my tight
schedule fitted in a movie every evening mostly Bollywood masala.After
watching sooooo much of drama, now let me recollect the famous dialogue of
Bollywood “Mere paas maa hai”. This movie probably set new standards in Indian
cinema and elevated mortal beings into superstardom. The ’70s were all that
Bollywood could offer in terms of originality, innovation and pleasure. Apart
from the occasional gem, a majority of the movies made in Bollywood today are
worthless pieces of stool.
Simple formula that all Bollywood movies follow nowadays:
A meets B.
Falls in love with B.
A thinks life is all roses and unicorns. Sings a song or
two.
But, oh no! What’s this? B is in love with C! How
unexpected!
A is shattered. Depressed. Sings a song or two.
C, meanwhile, is a jerk and does something inhuman,
untrustworthy.
B loses faith in C. B is depressed. Blames self for
misfortune. Sings a song or two.
A swoops in like a knight in shining armor. Consoles B.
B falls in love with A. All is fine, sing a song or two.
Optional (for violence): C and A have a fight.
If A and C are men, you have a strong romantic movie filled
with songs, drama and action. If A and C are women, you have a spicy, romantic
chick flick.
The unchanging storyline for any movie worth its salt to
pass inspection. Package the formula with a college theme, a superhero theme, a
gangster theme, and just about any goddamn theme – you get one crappy movie
after another.
If not this, re-hashing successful old movies with more
masala and lesser clothes and disgusting lyrics to excite more hapless people.
Blatant over-the-top acting with too much drama and too many emotions and too many
movements of the eyebrows. Now comes the actors with some two to three hits in
their pocket engaging themselves into silly publicity stunts, those who sell
their souls to be on a reality show and those who sell their bodies to get
featured in a newspaper – we have all kinds of lunatics in this business.
Well, I still love Bollywood! This is the only ridiculous substance
that keeps me awake all night.
PS: Perverts, I heard u! Well, not for that certainly!
Credits: Nikhil
