Tuesday, February 24

sup?

It's been a busy week and i'm robbed of space and time for posts that are bubbling in my head. The new job started well last week, but there's a part of me grudgingly unhappy. Add to that, the daily rigors of local trains borne out of complete lack of options. Work helps you value Friday nights. Valuation being alcohol. Much was ingested and assimilated as intellectual babble with a school friend and fellow brilliant copywriter (note the insinuation) without the 'right' job. Woke-up with a hangover that transformed to a pretty rough migraine. Yeah well, even vodka does that to me these days, should've stuck to beer. To add to misery, the next day i had GD/PI for the only b-school that i happened to date this year. However, hungover and headeached, i ended my rather long and entertaining interview with a brief discourse on spirituality and Osho. Clearly alcohol was still in my blood. I'm still uncertain and concerned about the market scenario after two years. Very few stories offer hope for a better tomorrow down the b-school channel. That apart, Delhi 6 was seen and forgotten. Milk was seen and loved. I was going to post this last week, but things haven't changed much since. A couple of posts need to be here before i wrap up another year of my life. Once they're through, maybe i'll reflect long and hard on what'll soon be, being twenty four.

Monday, February 16

It's not so much about not having the answers anymore,
it's about not having the right questions.

Friday, February 13

to a tear

The fading orange of the setting sun
deftly turns into pink,
trapped in your crystal body
rolling down my cheek.
Nor can i hold you back
neither gravity.
In your tangy potion
you've dissolved a lot of me
but i'm still not crying you know,
just sweating, emotionally.

Monday, February 9

Dev D

Saw Dev D twice over the last weekend. It's a good film, but i was probably expecting too much out of it. Before i cave in to the inevitable urge of writing a review, let me tell you that i saw it twice and this post shouldn't take anything away from the effort and intellect that has gone into the film. In fact, i'm only disappointed by the fact that the film eventually didn't evolve from its brilliant promise and lost itself to its own cause. It is a good film that could have been a great film, but that is a matter subjudice in the court of perspectives.

I won't dissect the movie there are too many reviews anyway. I'll give you a rating. It's a must watch. Now for those who have seen it already and those about to, lets celebrate the non conformist niche that we have carved amongst Indian audiences and more importantly, film makers who partly sympathize with our sensibilities. In breaking the prototype, Dev D is brilliantly conceived as the pill popping snorthead drenched in the misery of lost love and vodka. It's a simple story immortalized by a novel and Bollywood's numerous tributes to the same. But in truth, the reason we all love this tragedy is because we have all been there. Because life in the shadow of a heartbreak is effortlessly dark and we're enamoured by the its trail of decadence. We fall out of the downward spiral and reconcile to the truth of our lives, but that magentic urge to give it all up is an unkindled presence inside each one of us. I have long believed that the greatest thing love does is that it submerges the ego. And when it ebbs, the ego rises like a stubborn rock at the shore. Waves crash into froth but the rock doesn't move. It wounds itself in this tidal tragedy of the heart. To that effect, Dev D brilliantly exposes the ego aspect of the story. While the motive of the story is to highlight the self-destructive guilt trip of the protagonist who burns out in repentance, in retrospect, Dev D does that too but is somewhere, somehow too lost in its own cinematic cause. Breaking the prototype.

The first half of the film is sheer delight as it builds up the story inter weaved with captivating screenplay, cinematography and a bingo soundtrack. In the second half though, towards the end, the movie loses its scheme and screenplay, unfolding as a montage of audiovisuals interspersed with very few dialogues or character interactions. After a point, you want to know the story more than seeing Dev getting high again, and again. It is essential but overdone given the ending the movie chose for itself. It should have been played up a bit more, the ante should've been stepped up. The ending is a bold statement poorly made.

I don't wish to give out too much of the movie but i can't resist spelling out a few magic moments from the film. There is a scene where Anurag subtly underlines his directorial masterclass. Dev, back from London is lighting up a smoke in the evening outside his house and his cigarette is not an Indian manufactured stick but rolled up tobacco, so typical of people coming down from UK. You'd argue it's a joint, but i don't think he'd smoke up so publicly in and around his house. I think it's a great touch. Emosanal Attyachar is probably one of the greatest creative highs to light up Indian movie screens. It's a story in itself and I'd watch the movie again for that stuff. Although dissected and played out in three segments in the second half, the rock version of the fore mentioned song is equally good and brilliantly composed. Also, scene compositions and shot breakdowns of Dev getting sloshed, captured by alternating sequences of focusing and de-focusing or coked, when is evidently high and flying (It's a technique called camera tripping and also the reason Danny Boyle is spelt out in the credits) or the background score when he dips his head under water are testimonies to Mr. Kashap's film making genius. The main leads are cast well and Abhay Deol pulls of yet another super-act. As the decadent Dev, he is effortlessly convincing and hungover and has played it to perfection. Mahi Gill aptly manages the raw, rustic charm of the pind girl and is delightfully in character. Also, every captivating eyes. The surprise is Kalki, strangely attractive with a subtle vulnerabililty in her portrayal of the besotted consort. Her second half performance is truly delightful especially the brief underplayed mush scene with Dev at the steamed momos. But i guess that's the best she got from a script which was rushing the movie to its end.

In summation, Dev D is like a juicy paan that is sharp, strongly flavoured and enjoyable but gets too bland to chew after sometime. But go for it. In the end you'll agree, Dev D is like great sex without an orgasm. You'll enjoy it, but will remain disappointed.

Wednesday, February 4

Monday, February 2

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Saw Luck by Chance over the weekend. Loved it and would strongly recommend it.