Thursday, May 28, 2009

My View: Mi Shivaji Raje Bhosale Boltoy


One word..Magnetic electricity..yeah Magnetic electricity is what I experienced last Month at E-square where our gang caught up with the latest chart buster Marathi flick- Mi Shivaji Raje Bhosale Boltoy. After first few minutes of riotous laughs and sympathizing with the debauchery of the very naive and timid Bhosale the film starts getting down to serious business. Mr. Bhosale who thinks it is pre-destined for him to be mocked at by the world- his boss, his co-passengers in the bus, the shop-keeper, fisher woman and even his wife whos is tired of his penny pinching middle class ways.

We see him punk-drunk and slam dunked by the Hotel officials questioning all the great Marathi martyrs about how and why they have made the hum-drum Marathi manoos such a simpleton that his silence and straight laced attitude is considered as his weakness rather than his strength.

His words stir the soul of Shivaji Maharaj on Pratap Gharh and he decides to show Mr. Bhosale the true purpose of his living. And that his lax attitude and not his language is responsible for his non-vertebral living. From the entry of the Mahesh Manjrekar who played Shivaji to the Hilt(He has a unique Baritone voice, I didn’t feel justified to see his voice dubbed. However I didn't understand why the young Shivaji looked like a 50 year old too) begins a series of Combat activities which drive the audience crazy- even we indulged in loud chants of the slogans of Shivaji Maharaj ki Jai and Jai Maharashtra (Along with Banoo whose strong shrill whistle can give any guy a run for his money) and a lot of claps on all the power packed monologues of Bhosale. Bhosale’s overnight transformation from un under-dog to a Strong-warrior is justified in a series of events where he posses challenges to the corrupt politicians, government officials and nefarious builders. I am still not able to fit the item song picturised on Priya Bapat and Ankhush Chaudhari in the film. It is a complete un-called for number. The OST background number is quiet catchy and sets your heart and foot thumping.

The slapstick humor of how only surnames like Kapoor's and Chopra's make it to the tinsel town inducing Priya to Change her surname is a stark reality wrapped in humor. The acting of all lead characters is balanced and does not go overboard to create artificial humor( Even hackneyed actor like Makrand Anaspure fares well). There are some witty moments- The dialogue of the builder telling the Bhosale’s about the plush greenery of Badlapur had me in splits (Being from Mumbai I am aware that Badlapur is the worst polluted suburb of all).The animation some how didn't gel with the film. The scenes of Shivaji Maharaj on Horse with video in the background seem like they were shot in the 50's with the horse standing still and the film moving behind. . The cinematogrpahy is shot well. Also the fight scenes shot on the hi-rise (hi-risk) building are very artistically and creatively shot.


The USP of this film is the awakening of the Marathi Manoos after years of dormantly bearing the flak. I don’t know why am I biased towards this film, may be because I am a Maharashtrain. May be because I could subscribe to the feeling of begin looked down upon. I still remember a train cat fight I had a few years back because someone has said "yeh ghati log". Yeah I didn’t appreciate that one bit. But as Shivaji Maharaj(aka Mahesh Manjrekar) says it’s a word that should be taken with the respect. I liked the approach of being in the system to change the system with Bhosale trying his luck at politics and giving a LOOOONG explanation about it


The main reason behind this film getting rave reviews and catching public fantasy is downright simple. Lakhs of Maharashtrains could relate to Bhosale’s situations- we all wished we could vent our anger like Bhosale - go out on sporadic aggressive sprees, try and bring about a positive change and emerge victorious. We wished our Language, our State and our rich Cultural Heritage be treated with the due respect that it commands. This film clearly woke up the Bhosales in us- it appealed us to stand tall for our self-respect and voice our opinions instead of bearing the spineless atrocities rendered by others. This is one film that I can recommend others without being in two minds about it. If you have watched it already you made a wise choice if you haven’t caught it yet its high time to start spending on quality entertainment. This one is definitely worth a dekho.........

When hope dies a quiet death



Have you ever witnessed the grim death of hope………
I have experienced it and this is how it feels..........

When the final fatal blow of fate is struck with one last heavy breath already half-dead hope is released from the comfort confines of saccharine sweet delusional optimism……

it falls in the whirlpool of pesimistic reality ..and slowly drowns to the bottom of the dark depths of painstakingly irrevocable loss.

what remains are the last signs of positivism – handful of bubble top memories of good-times surface and dim.

lifeless hope continues to lie there quiet, solitary and undisturbed……………

resting and rusting in womb of sadness engulfed in deploration for the rest of eternity…….

leaving you with a sinking feeling in your heart which you experience when the waves in the ocean wash the sand away under your feet……..

Overcoming a Dry Spell

Well guys, I am back to what I do best- yappity yapping about sweet (sometimes bitter) nothings on virtual space. Well, to begin with I had so many things on my platter- First the good news is I won the "Miss Tiara Title" at Ritika Ramtri Mam's Course after winning most of the subcontests and got to learn so many different things like public speaking, presentation skills, group-discussion, fine-dining, business etiquette, interviewing skills, confidence building and fine dining. I had to really fret it out as the competition was very tough and the Title was too enticing. Secondly, I suffered from a bout of what they term as the "Writer's Block" where all the ideas almost vapurise like amorphous camphor but am OK now and have bounced back to my happy writing self : ) And lastly, I was completely tied down with work both professional and personal that couldn't squeeze time as exciting new responsibilities were added(That's a lame excuse: but still a "NO CAN DO")
So here I am ready to blog my heart away...Blog dear......Missed you so darn badly!!!

Friday, April 10, 2009

My Mom!



Dear Readers,

My Mom is a poem of mine which got published on www.buzzle.com. You can read it here!

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/my-mom-loving-poem.html


It is dedicated especially to My Mom!!

Love,
Ket

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Her Lacuna


Everyday as my Bus passes through the infamous street of Budwhar Peth, I spot this one lady who is constantly lost in her reverie. I could’t help putting together a fictitious account of her life and imagination in poetry. The poem is called Her Lacuna which means her void because there is a longing for a change somewhere. And a long wait for someone or something who can take her away from her suffering……forgetting that she and only she can put an end to this!!



Her Lacuna!

Somewhat fidgeting, somewhat fighting herself
She stands there with her grease laden pudgy face
Searching internally but failing to connect with her outer self
Manequined in a Saree that is scandalously draped
Her low neck blouse revealing her bedizen feminity to its behest
A dash of the Color Crimson dabbed across her pouty lips
In a weakly lubricious pose but with an artificial grin
Trying to be strong when fingers are pointed and distances are kept

She thinks perhaps while standing here for hours
Before the long wait is over
Why not unlive the lived moments of her glamorous life
Beading together each memory as it runs riot
Dreams new and old everywhere- aren’t they best left unseen
For before you blink-
They fork sweet innocence into endless profanity
Beyond which, life seems a lot less complicated


They come and go
Many times they pay, sometimes they borrow
She obdurately faces it all
Without displaying even the slightest sign of supplication
Personally she may not approve
But there is always an inherent obligation
Her thoughts are refracted by a nascent hesitance
Though it dies a sudden death, once the lights are switched off

She makes them feel like they are her kings
However bilious, violent and vituperative-
She accepts it all as if-
They are the moiety of her own copious sins
Her nebulous faith drifts apart with her imagination
And finally succumbs to the pain of the reality
Her clean past mocks at her sullied present
As she braces herself for a chaste future


Its evening time now
The ambience in the bazaar is foisting a chaos
She looks in the mirror, her mind steers clear of escapist thoughts
She stares at the “New one” as they call her
Trying diligently to attract their attention
She looks at her old fat body and swarthy skin
Gulping down depression she continues to stand there
Accepting her fate and waiting for them to arrive
Ironically to put an end to her own self-inflicted despair………………….


.........by me

Wander lusting Europe: 14th European Union Film Festival


These days I am enjoying the 14th European Union Film Festival at the National Film Archive of India (NFAI) which includes a selection of 20 modern films from France, Czech Republic, Poland, UK, Italy, Germany, Netherlands, Spain, Slovenia, Hungary, Slovakia, Greece, Austria, Portugal, Sweden, Luxembourg, Ireland, Belgium and Denmark. After looking at the amazingly artistic takes in the films and resplendent plush locales of EU, I have this deep pushing drive to go and visit all of these countries someday. They are just so absolutely breath-taking…..May be someday I will!!!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Dancing in the Moonlight.............



You beat in my heart,
And rolled in the tears on my skin
You hid in my unsung prayers
You claimed to be a victim of my undone sins
In my dreams you have slipped several times
Accusing me for all the futility of my love
But all this will breathe its end now

For
I will do myself a favor today
I will liberate myself of all your thoughts
And with a carefree demeanor
I will go dancing in the moon light



You pulled me behind, every time
Bound me with my limitations galore
I will unwind from your cursing ties
Look at you like you never were
You can’t scare me anymore
You can’t make me feel inferior about myself
And a life without you will be all that I want

For
I will do myself a favor today
I will liberate myself of all your thoughts
And with a carefree demeanor
I will go dancing in the moon light



I don’t dream any more
Neither of you, nor of happiness
I won’t make your memories
An eternal punishment for my life
I will not thrive on false hope
I will not care for your existence at all
I deserve to be in the realm of my internal- peace

For
I will do myself a favor today
I will liberate myself of all your thoughts
And with a carefree demeanor
I will go dancing in the moon light



You have to go from every place
That your thoughts invade now
From my heart, from my mind
But above all from my tarnished soul, that you left to die
Surmounted your pain, I am done with your loss
Walk away to your bliss and let me walk to mine
Now I will survive and I will decide how

For
I will do myself a favor today
I will liberate myself of all your thoughts
And with a carefree demeanor
I will go dancing in the moon light


……..By Me