Saw Dasavatharam recently. UGH!!!!!! And I went all the way to Noida to watch it too- thanks to B and R who were ensconced in that place and so I had to make perilous trip across the Yamuna, across state borders to see Kamal buried under loads of prosthetic makeup. It was so much makeup that he could hardly move his facial muscles (= couldn’t act). I don’t know why I go with such high expectations – Kamal has degenerated into making these self aggrandizing movies. Should just stick to good old Rajni –at least you know what you are getting. No pretensions of high brow-ness. Silly masalas with great Rajni one-liners.
The perilous trip to Noida was more fun than the movie itself. I took a bus to 12/22…yes that’s what its called. And imagine the bus guy yelling it in hindi…in that inimitable Indian hawker way. Apparently it refers to sectors 12 and 22 which are on either side of this main road hence the innovative name.
It’s almost as bad as being told to take the Valad bus and get off at 36 and walk down to Boyfpown – this happened in Wayanad.
Thursday 17 July, 2008
Friday 4 July, 2008
The anti aloo man…
Way back in February, I met this Tamil guy in Barmer, Rajasthan which is not far from the Indo-Pak border and hence the very visible BSF presence. And now that I've got the historical details down...He was an accountant with the BSF. So while waiting to get our tickets at the Barmer railway station- the one with the gorgeous plastic yellow and green palm tree - we indulged in a pleasant anti-Bihari (read North Indian) rant (in Tamil of course!). His main complaint was the Bihari penchant for aloo. Aloo-gobi, aloo-peas, aloo-beans…the list is endless. Our canteen (i.e. mein office) actually serves aloo-karela!
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