Books, Movies

Rey Bhaiyya Chhoote Lagaan!

Concerts are good. A concert by AR Rahman is definitely good. And being Backstage in a concert by ARR is….ummm…..i don’t really have to explain this, do I?

God, it was a night to remember…..and all this after skipping dinner on Thursday, and breakfast, lunch, dinner on Friday.

Spent Saturday preparing the quiz. Ditto Sunday morning. Birdonthewire, sorry, buddy. The quiz started at 1:30 pm. I really, really apologise, and I swear I’ll make it up to you.

Finally got a book that made me sit for three hours and finish it. “The Spirit of Lagaan” by a guy named Satyajit somebody. Scoff all you want, but i found this one of the most inspiring books I have ever read. Chuck all those bloomin’ self-help management books out of the window. This one is it. The struggle Aamir, Ashutosh and Co had to go through to make this film actually happen – mindboggling, yes, and all of it rings true!!

The book has a lot of interesting anecdotes too, and some literally make you laugh aloud. When Paul Blackthorne, the guy who played Captain Russelllanded up in Champaner , people were amazed! Because he had taken a train to Kutch, and looked more like a hippie than an army Captain…..the writer recalls showing him around, and the heat was getting too much for him, and Paul starts stripping off his clothes, all the while mumbling something to himself…..he’s in his pajamas, when the others realise he is mouthing the film’s dialogues. “Tumse hum itna lagaan vasool karega ke tumhare paas khaane ke liye roti nahin hoga, pehenne ke liye kapda nahin hoga.” and at that time he is nearly buck-naked! :-)
Another interesting story about Paul is that he looked at his character in a very methodical way…he had infact fashioned a “background story” about why Captain Russell behaves the way he does – abused as a child and all…..”Russell is not a bad bloke after all – he’s just been driven up the wall by Bhuvan and the rest of the lot.”

The final day of the shoot, the Britishers had a grudge match against the Indians, whom they trounced solidly, and the victors got a standing ovation from the Kutchis and their opponents.

Brilliant book. Brilliant movie. It took me (and the rest of my friends) around a month to figure out what the warcry was…..we heard it as “Hey bhaiyya jhoothe lalla”!
I still hate cricket.

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A dream comes true!

Whoof!
I got to meet AR Rahman.
Gate-crashed the rehearsal at the stadium, and stayed put until one AM. had dinner with the orchestra.

Definitely a day I am not gonna forget.

I sound very relaxed.
I am not.
Why do I have the feeling this is not the last time I am gonna meet Him?
Optimism, huh, beatzo?
Shut up, you nut. Lemme be.
Well, stop grinning, you moron. You’re in an office, you know.
Oh yeah? Who cares?
You’re a working guy now. Working…and responsible.
Ummm, ok. Will get back to work.
Yeah, ok.
(silence)
Hey, beatzo!
YEah?
STOP GRINNING, BASTARD!
LEMME BE!

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No Questions

There is the K-Circle team quiz this Sunday, and I am supposed to conduct it with Arun. No questions as yet! I know this is going to turn out like all other quizzes, one-night marathons of hectic “research”….but no, I refuse to recycle ancient Quiznet queries.

I am running out of topics. All my quizzes tend to become Entertainment quizzes – only movies and music related. Not this time, I hope….

Hey, a neat thing happened just now. I got breakfast and a note delivered to my desk, courtesy two friends I helped out last night (after nearly ditching them) Coffee and Toast and Cakes – great start to the day! Thanks!!!!

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Ka-BOOM!

I love explosions in movies.
Anything goes.
Men with cool-looking automatic weapons tearing apart buildings and cars. Cars hitting cars, cars hitting trees, cars hitting anything…and the flashier the model, the better!Planes, trains, tanks, ships…and everything else that come packaged in a war movie.
Cities getting blown away in alien sci-fi flicks. Space ships…aaaah! Scientists say space is soundless, so technically there wouldn’t be any loud explosions in space. But hey, who do I listen to – a multimillionaire like George Lucas who made his multi-millions peddling Loud Space Explosions or a bunch of crummy people in lab coats? And hello! Why call The Big Bang The Big Bang if there wasn’t no Bang?

I revel in big-screen Explosions. I get MAJORLY enthused. The taste of popcorn is rendered a thousand times sweeter. I am…uhhh…blown away.

And it’s much, much better when the background music is loud techno.

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The weekend

The weekend:
Friday Night:
Got a glass of freezing lime soda dropped over my pants. Nearly overturned the table too. Dead silence in the restaurant, the only giggling souls being myself and the perpetrator(Take a bow, Mons!). Warning to fellow-soda-drippers: never take an auto-ride in the night without drying your pants first.

Saturday:
Normal. Panipuri for lunch. Popcorn in the afternoon. “Satta” was good. Met Vasu on the way out of the theater, both of us helped out a damsel-not-exactly-in-distress….bis needed to shift from the hostel. Met a psycho auto-driver, who convinced us he could transport the complete package at one go. Yeah, right! A suitcase, a Trunk, two mattresses, three airbags, assorted plastic bags and soft-toys poking out of plastic bags, and three people , all in the back, and Vasu and the auto-driver in front.

Sunday:
Was supposed to go and meet this long-lost friend of mine, who was in town for a night. Didn’t. Went off to the Book Fair. Decided to go to the Sunday Market first. Whoopee!!! got “Stars Wars: The Phantom Menace” Hardcover by Terry Brooks for a paltry 50 bucks. The BF was a big let-down. Searched out some old “Shade The Changing Man” comics, and a Conan compendium. News for both myself and psasi, seems Robert Jordan, before he wrote his Wheel of Time books, used to write Conan stories that were pretty well-received by fans.
Finally bought the Heavy Metal magazine from Odyssey, feel good about it. Listened to Trilok Gurtu and read Joseph Campbell until midnight.

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