….and today is the ninth of september in the year two thousand and nine… 09-09-09…
Pic Courtesy: Solutions to Teacher Problems @ Extelligence…. Interesting Article, read on….
Pic Courtesy: Rantawi.com
for the past so many years, all these years in Hyderabad. It is inevitable not
to notice the sudden springing up of the make-shift shops on the road side
during the month. Their banners say ‘Haleem.’ We were at the Uni and Haleem was
heard of before (Unlike the Hyderabadi Biriyani,
Haleem is not widely advertised outside the state).
were starting the next day and the Ramzaan season was ending in a week’s time. The
three of us decided to just go and taste it. We were new to the place at that
time and those roads which have become so familiar over the years, were totally
strange back then… we walked to the gate, boarded a bus and got down at the
first set of Haleem shops we could find; went to counter and ordered a plate of
Haleem each. I still remember we had Chicken Haleem; and parcelled for those
studious ones burning the midnight oil in the hostel. My first Haleem…
but that day we didn’t just feel like experimenting with the red meat, though
the dish made with any kind of meat or vegetable has the same colour but a
different taste. It tasted bland at first. Wasted effort! Riding a bus at 8pm
to the nearby town as we call it, to
catch our last chance of tasting the delicacy of the season, before giving
our exams and packing off for home for a month-long holidays!!! But when mixed well
with the lemon, the ghee and the coriander it is served with, it tasted lovely.
I craved for some bread to munch it down as a sandwich.
dish. Because, it is unlike anything we have tasted before. Many wouldn’t like
it at the first go…. the idea is to taste it over and over again and you will
love it. We didn’t have the best of Haleems that day, but over time we have found
out the best outlets in the city which serves its best Haleems during the
season. If you are in Hyderabad during the next 20 days or so, taste it…. it
is worth a shot
at least once during the month. The more tastier (wrong English, I know…but
for the emphasis) if it from the Pista House. Ramzaan is when Bano’s alarm rings early in the morning for a whole month. It is
when we stop gate-crashing into her room for lunch for she will be offering her prayers.
It is that time of the year when we all wait for Bano to break her fast for the
day to go down to have a cup of hot tea and some nice pakodas at the Dias.
for the past so many years, all these years in Hyderabad not only because of Haleem!!
………………….This time minus the pookalam (the flower carpet) and the sadhya (the elaborate lunch meal)……He has never failed to visit me until now, however, I have moved further away from the state premises. I was just 20 hours from the state last year, this time the train-running-time has increased to 36 to 40 hours. Sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!
It would be too much to ask of him to visit me here. Already, the journey from the UNDERGROUNDS (is he in Lucifer’s Hell?? Or a more refined fireless, pandemonium- less location than that?) to the SURFACE WORLD is a tedious one (Never saw him using a vehicle like Santa Clause or a wizard’s magic wand or does he have access to the Flu Network….. me thinks he only has his two legs to carry him around the state and to all the Malayalees worldwide).
If I were in his shoes, I would have stunned all those subjects who have left Kerala and settled elsewhere… They just have no consideration at all for their King, me and my two legs needs to cover a wide area in a matter of say four days…but me being the good king I am/was give in to their wishes…afterall Onam is celebrated in my honour for 10 long days!!
….I don’t know whether he visits a certain Malayalee up there running a Tea-Shop on the Moon….Our American Armstrong was elated to gulp down hot tea the moment he landed there one day in July forty years ago (pssst….the Malayalee was the first man on the moon……)
Miss being in Kerala now…
More so miss the preparations leading to Onam….the festivities, the shopping, the sadhya, the pookalam, the competitions, the holidays, programmes on the channels, the singing and the music, dance, the boat race…. the general mood of the biggest event for a Malayalee in Kerala ….
Should dial the King for details of Malayalees up here….
Until then…. Onashamsakal….. Happy Onam folks…..
Pic Courtesy: Onam Festival
For the legends and stories about Onam, visit this space.
Absolutely loved Kaminey….
FFFFFF….Flavour of the S[F]eas[f]on: [F]hahid Kapoor haf worked really hard for the role of Charlie …the twin who lifpf (mein F ko F boltha hoon one) and the dialoguef that come out are abfolutely funny… a possible cause of irritation for not liking the film for some people….so we know, one reason! …beefed up the Aamir-, Sharukh- Khan way for Charlie, you know ‘I change my appearance according to the requirements of the role’ kind of an actor like Kangana Ranaut and the size zero sensation, one Miss Bebo Kapoor.
…him running along with those white stallions with blinkers on (in the movie, the trailer has him without them) is an awesome shot/idea… well conceived and executed….Vishal Bharadwaj at his best
…. the 4-5 languages spoken could also add to the discomfort of an average viewer…some kaminas only speak in Bengali, some in English, two in an African dialect and there are Marathi words sprinkled here and there…. to add to this confusion we have the s/f replacement to deal with….so take a speaker of each language around for a live translation
We get hit by googlies from the word go …there isn’t a warm up or a trainer to introduce us to Charlie’s way of speaking, neither are there subtitles which indicate the time or place nor is there a space for us to become comfortable to the whole new world the film showcases. It is a roller coaster ride and we hang on tight blindly following the director… you’ll enjoy it…
Warning: the movie hall should have a good sound system…otherwise Dhantatanana would fall flat on its face
….2. practice the s/f language before hitting the theatres! Once the few initial hiccups are over and done with we learn the ‘F’ language and may continue to converse in it for a day or two until the Kaminey hangover is over.
….3. the pace is excellent and the colours are just right for the theme. The flash back in black and white (not a novel one)… the thing is we hardly realise the change in colours because the magic realism is so well done… the editor has done his job well.
The best thing about Kaminey was it took me by surprise… we all go with a baggage, a certain expectation of a storyline gathered from the promos…. but the film was a revelation. The story is about a pair of identical twins ( the similarity and familiarity stops there) with different speech defects in the backdrop of the Mumbai Underworld….
…About a day in the life of these twins, the people surrounding them and their tryst with a guitar…..
…I loved the way a whole day was stretched to make a whole movie (like A Wednesday) and how days and months together got encapsulated into a beautiful song of say 3-4 minutes…
What we see in the film is what we don’t expect…. The film begins and ends with a song (like most of the films that get realised these days), however, the songs are very much a part of the storyline and ensures a continuation. Simply not put there for some entertainment. The last song fills in the gaps of the storyline.
Nostalgic Creeps n Peeps (NCP): We used to speak in a S and P language back in school to the point that it would irritate a parent or a teacher who was not used to it. In hindsight, our determination or whatever it was, was awesome to consistently speak in that form of English deliberately replacing the all the initial letters for S or P until we got bored of speaking such a tongue.
Imtiaz Ali is no Karan Johar. Although K3G was a long film, it brought together the Industry’s Greats on a single platform—the Bachans, the Roshans, the Kapoors, the Mukherjees and Badshah Khan himself (inevitable in a KJo flick), in one plot. There were loads of ronna-dhonna, but the film did well in India and more so Overseas, a big grosser (though KJO complained and cribbed a little because Dil Chata Hai was the bigger hit of the year) ; who can forget Sooraj Hua…Chand Dalne Laga, Kareena’s red dress hot look n twists,
and Hrithik Roshan, and Kajol!! One good thing about going for LAK (Love Aaj Kal) was that it reminded me of all those older movies which have gone past, still remembered and recollected while watching scenes from the newer ones.
I certainly remembered Dil Chahta Hai (my all time fav in terms of songs, storyline, cast and acting) when Meera and Jai met in the garden behind the venue during her wedding (you know when Aakash, Aamir Khan’s character proposed to Preity Zinta’s Shalini in front of 3000 odd people, that scene). DCH was way better, Thanks Akhtar.
Farida Jalal! Kudos to you and YashRaj’s DDLJ. Nobody can take your place as Simran’s mother in that movie and you know what, Mr Ali repeated a scene and you were missed. Harleen Kaur’s mother will not come light years close to you in acting that role. You were just perfect.
Priyanka Chopra does that step so well (especially the expression) in the song Pheli Baar Mohabat Ki Hain, on her wedding day in the yet to be released Kaminey. As a matter of fact, she would have done more justice to Meera’s role, feels the Husband. Deepika Padukone is tall, lanky and has curves in the wrong places (I feel) because her curves are in the front and the back rather than the sides (Now, did I miss something in fashion after the Size Zero Revolution!)
The picturisation of the song Twist is very similar to a song in TaRaRumPum. It could be the Saif factor, the setting, his hairstyle,and clothes and of course the beat too…
Anyways, I have some happy memories of watching LAK because my friends and I got loads of time to talk; three hours or a littel less (I think it was a short movie, therefore it dragged) straight with little interruption from any other human being in person or through that irritating technology in the form of the mobile phone. We talked, ate popcorn, drank cola and munched into our hot spicy samosas occasionally wondering why the scenes were taking so long to end. The movie dragged so much that I lost interest to even sit, listen and enjoy the Ahun Ahun song at the very end.
Imitiaz Ali is no Karan Johar (as of now) who can give back to back hits; maybe LAK is a hit in the production and distribution books as it released in over 1800 theatres and attracted a good number of people on the first weekend. The inital euphoria will not last because you will never feel like going back to it again or even recommend it.
Jab We Met was such a pleasure to watch and re-watch many times, the dialogues were so fresh and innocent.
“It’s almost impossible to miss his last film Jab We Met on television these days. The Shahid Kapoor–Kareena Kapoor flick has become a cult movie of sorts and continues to draw repeat audiences on DVD and satellite.” Buzz 18
True, as Kareena said in an interview, that the director and she had exhausted all their ideas for the character Geet in his earlier venture. Hope Mr Ali comes back with fresh ideas in his next movie and notches up the pace a few degrees.
I remember reading this short story somewhere (Femina!) about two friends…best friends…. they did the same course (let’s say a degree in Business Administration) and applied for the same job (Recession Time…therefore, no Campus Recruitment, u see!) When the interview call arrived by post (Pre-Internet Day short story) for both of them, the one in the hostel who collected the letters, hid her friend’s in some scattered never-to-be-used study material. She never thought of the Great Indian Sacrifice or the Great Indian Survival Fight ‘face to face’. It was just the Indian Cowardice that saw the interview letter stashed away into some unwanted mess to be recovered years later to become the plot for a short story (a juicy question for Sach ka Samna, I say). I do not remember the rest of the events in any chronological order or the in-between details to answer the questions of whats/whys/wheres/hows of their friendship and life post the letter-hiding incident. The story is written using the flashback technique. All I can remember is that there is a Confession, some Repentance and a Reconciliation towards the end.
Friends are precious! School life gives us our bestest friends ever. Once those 14 years pass (a little Pessimism creeps in from here) the Rat Race begins. We switch gears to become the Utilitarians; we use and throw each other after our work is done forging a Workable Relation. We share our home-space with strangers to divide the high rent of the Metros. We befriend someone who has a car or can drive to chauffeur us around town on a weekend. Such is the case and will be; but a Ray of Optimism, there is a Whole Set of People who love to be those Bestest Friends like from those good old days; otherwise, we wouldn’t be celebrating the first Sunday of August yearly as Friendship’s Day!