The rock-star look of the youngsters is wonderfully natural and you do not have any awkward wigs or outrageous tattoos. These are normal people, with normal lives, living and dreaming music, creating rhythm and lyrics out of day-to-day scenarios. And as time and tide changes, they decide to move on with what life offers them, except for Joe, the character played by Arjun Rampal. He is the only person who doesn’t give up even on his hair, and over the years his shoulder length tresses become long – as long as his wait to get just another chance to play his kind of music, to an appreciating audience.
Archive for August, 2008
It is imperative to overcome this feeling. By no means should the acts of others distract us from our only alternative in life: coming in touch with the infinite.
This is a perfect accompaniment to White Wine. So, pop the cork and enjoy a mid-afternoon lazy Sunday with fried liver. I am doing the same at this moment, and reminiscing on the good old days of singledom and freaky friends.
As a firm believer in extraterrestrial life and that we will have visitors from another world, I didn’t like the “negative character” of the “Beings” in “The Taking” by Dean Koontz. The picture of the apocalypse was discomfiting. And yet it was thought provoking – the psychological angle pertaining to our fears and trysts was [...]
Poignant in its expression of the father-daughter relationship; spine-chilling in the unveiling of the mysterious tale of the supernatural; breathtaking in its scenic description, and scholastic in the portrayal of history, customs, politics and the academic fraternity across global boundaries.
Had Sonali Mehta not found a publisher, the series of essays encompassing the myriad trials and tribulations of the “damsel-turned-dame” (rather, “dome” with reference to the ever-increasing girth of the married Indian woman), she could have very well created an absolutely hilarious blog.
One day is usually not enough to capture the entire beauty and resplendence of this embodiment of art, architecture, heritage and culture. You have to adorn various roles of the worshipper, the seeker, the art connoisseur, the traveler, the tourist and the relaxing visitor to enjoy the myriad endearments to the soul, the spirit, and the sight, that Akshardhaam offers. The unique spirit of this temple complex beckons you again and again, in different seasons, at different times of the day to capture the experience in its totality.
While the media, questions the presence of aliens, and the myriad love affairs of movie stars and cricketers, and replays scenes from comedy serials/laughter challenges/quiz shows, debates on the best dressed, and the worst behaved, and discusses and analyses the endless saas-bahu sagas on television, I wonder where all the good men and women (read journalists) and the good half-minute news bulletins have gone! I enjoyed the intelligent debate on TV with the classy debates on the Trust Vote in Parliament, when the sophisticated veterans of Indian journalism – Pranav Roy, Vikram Chandra, Vinod Dua, Rajdeep Sardesai and Barkha Datt – were guiding logical and well-informed discussion.
The bulky book is divided into five parts – the first two parts being the best of the four. There is a lot of laughter and fun in these two parts, courtesy the magic of characterization. Prabhaker, with his “solar smile” provides an amazing and often hilarious description of the Mumbai way of life, and introduces the author to a world of the Mumbai slum, and many friends, that he cherishes forever.
It’s also interesting how my parents kept a keen watch on what I was reading. I remember this incident when my mother kept “Shobha De’s Snapshots” under lock and key in her almirah. I was perturbed and even angry with her for hiding a book from me, but years later when I finally read the book, I realized the need for guardianship at an impressionable age.