Friday, 27 April 2012

Daily soaps bring tears to my eyes :’-(



Yes I know I am not the only one. Most of you out there hate daily soaps from the core of your heart.
They are stupid. They are annoying. They are a complete waste of time. I can keep going on like this. But I won’t, for the only reason that I have sworn not to use cuss words on my blog. Though cussing is thoroughly entertaining (:D), it’s definitely inappropriate. So I will express my innermost abhorrence in the most virtuous way I can.
The era of this shit saga started with Kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi, followed by 9000 serials starting with ‘K’. The casting stayed put, one righteous bahu, one good family and one bad family, one vamp who wore noodle strap blouses and 3 feet long bindis with purple/blackish red lipstick, one handsome lead actor who had no idea what he was doing in the show and millions of other irrelevant people. background scores with hissing and weird jungle noises. they've ruined lot of bollywood tracks for me btw. The show starts off well and then the plot just drags. The good family lost all the "property" because of the vamp. The only way of revenge was to marry the baddie. One character dies and comes back in the most bizarre ways, questioning your intelligence (the shittiest thing ever in the history of Indian television). The housewives were so addicted that they had no idea if the hubby and kids are home, because Tulsi was gracing and occupying 80% of the screen. By Lord’s grace this era came to end couple of years ago and the families were happily back together.
Then came this era of social causes, it is still going on. Out came the “attyachar” on women. And finally people came to know what happens to women in Haryana and Rajasthan. Yes the “attyachar” includes rainbow coloured ghagras and mammoth sized jewellery usually adorned on elephants in Kerala. They sobbed and sobbed. And they sobbed. And they frigging just sobbed. And we had no life of our own.
This era also included the era of talent hunt shows. 70% of the population in India were wailing on national television, on some or the other channel. 25% percent of the population were cracking sick jokes, dancing and doing other “talented” acts. The other 5 % was bearing the brunt. So this 95% of the population demanded celebrities to come up to the stage and dance/sing/make faces with them. They were also fainting, crying and getting hugged by the judges. The judges also occasionally got up from their seats and went out for a smoke, the audience assumed it to be anger.(I am going to write a post dedicated to this shit very soon)
Then there were young rebelling boys and girls, wanting-to-get-stardom era of shows. Couples involved in infidelity, people wanting to date, exchanging parents, couples locked up in a house, Chandigarh Dilli ke road waale and people living in some shit villas. Includes all the badass channels here. All they did was abuse and yell; we couldn’t hear any (sadly). Then they yelled tune haath kasie lagaaya saale kutte / kutti. Then there were emotional breakdowns, where they ensured the tears came out anyhow. They might have poked their eyes themselves, but they managed to weep. And we managed to believe all the crap we were seeing.
And now, we have the simple-living-high-thinking era of shows. Same garish shit but wrapped with a garb of simplicity. Somehow these shows manage to catch some eyeballs and few dumb brains, it leads to the same iss baat pe party ho jaaye, tumhaari himmat kasie hui is tarah baat karne ki bullshit. The shows have stories involving cougar relationships, elderly couple’s “majburi” marriages, the other woman breaking house, young girl falling for an older man and other shitload of things. A lead couple made out on national television and made everybody uncomfortable, questioned our morals. And btw everybody is still watching the show simply because people are addicted to it.
I just miss my old meaningful entertainment like Hasratein, Just mohabbat, Tom and Jerry, Aahat, Hum Panch, Zee Horror show, Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai, Khichdi and the list can go and on. Back then television used to be a source of entertainment. Now it’s another trigger to my migraine condition :’(

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Review of Vicky Donor



The film starts off at a slow pace. Dr Chaddha (Annu Kapoor) plays an infertility specialist. The typical emotions of childless couples are treated with a lot of thought yet not heavy on the heart. In the midst of his chaos to find a perfect sperm donor, he bumps into Vicky Arora (Ayushmann Khurrana). A typical aviator shades sporting cool Punjabi dude. He has portrayed the role of Vicky with a lot of conviction. His acting is just effortless. He just breezes through the movie and sweeps you off your feet with his cute boyish charm. His antics are just adorable. Vicky puttar needs a job to earn respect because he has no interest in his family business. The whole Punjabi family scenes are hilarious. His widowed mother (Dolly Ahluwalia) and his Grandmother (Kamlesh Gill) are the surprise package in the movie which I will keep mum about. Go figure it out yourself!!!!
Dr Chaddha does his best to convince Vicky to be a sperm donor. He eventually agrees because he has a heart and needs money. The bonding between Dr Chaddha and Vicky develops with time. Vicky is earning well and his family has no idea how. The childless couples are blessed with babies so the noble deed has paid off.
He falls for Ashima Roy (Yami Gautham) a divorcee, working in a bank. She plays an independent and practical Bengali girl. She has essayed the character almost perfectly. For her first movie, she has an amazing mellowness in her acting. Their chemistry is appealing. She has no idea what Vicky Arora’s "handicrafts" business actually is. Pani da rang sung by Ayushmann will be stuck in your mind for a while. They decide to get married and the family drama begins. The family chaos is kept short and amusing which entertains you to the core. The wedding scenes are insanely hilarious. The blend of Bengali subtlety and Punjabi spirit is beautiful. The Bong transition to the Punjabiyon di masti with the song Rum Whisky, will have you in splits. After the happy wedding, comes a bad news which changes everything for the couple.
This movie gets a little slow & predictable towards the end, but it’s definitely not boring. Shoojit Sircar has ensured it doesn’t. The subject is treated in a sensitive yet entertaining way. It will not make you cringe or uncomfortable even once.
In an era of films where even a looking at someone can be made vulgar (enter akshay kumar’s shitty aiieeh aiieeh in houseful 2), this film is clean and good. Go watch it now if you haven’t seen it yet. Go now!!!!!
Rating-3/5