I’ve often lost myself in the pleasant maze of delicate Shakespearean characters. There are so many. That routinely disturbed. And I wondered each time I floundered if it were I who failed him or him who failed me. To me Shakespearean characters have always appeared as representatives of emotions defined and delimited more by their distinctive psychic patterns than by the dramas they inhabited.

Fathers day...

It was celebrating and being celebrated at once...on this year's Fathers Day. I luckily and oddly had my Dad and son both beside me. That was great! Agreed that like occasions originated across seven seas and hardly have any oriental cultural significance.

recall the Great Kalidasa story when he was foolishly upto chopping off the branch he sat on and the context is Mamtadi's recent erratic behaviour...has she gone nuts? My being utterly apolitical does by no means disentitle me of the right to issue opinion. This lady is fatally and funnily obsessed with self-imposed righteousness what is perhaps to hold the country's political fate to ransom. Stop it!

Emotions predate words. Emotions are as primordial as Human existence. Then why the words try to delimit emotions, exactly in what capacity do they put any prudish fence around it? 

‘Rowdy Rathore’…served sobered and hot!

My celebrated penchant for Rubenesque frames took root almost simultaneously with the start of my growth as an incorrupible admirer of beauty. Ramp-walk always appeared to be a tasteless display of glorified Anorexia. Pray good thoughts prevail and feminine curves redeem their rightful place in human fantasy...and creativity!

‘Rowdy Rathore’, like many others, decidedly owes its plot to Akira Kurosawa’s ‘Yojimbo’- his trendsetting 1961 masterpiece with Toshiro Mifune, and thereby to Sergio Leone’s ‘Spagetti Western’ genre that churned a series of Clint Eastwood starrer blockbusters in late 60s. For the uninitiated, the plot revolves around a person’s valiant and violent mission to rescue villagers from the tyranny of crime-lords or some powerful person of disrepute.
Hey, let’s level! We aren’t here to suffer some senseless parading of scholarship on history of cinema. Excuse me, but that’s exactly the thought what crossed my mind while watching ‘Rowdy Rathore’…a movie that, besides doing justice to its time-tested storyline, is positioned to do many others at once – reviving Akshay Kumar’s tottering career, fostering crosspollination of regional cinematic talents et al…and it does it all though in varying degrees.
Enough talking around…let’s focus! ‘Rowdy Rathore’ is a cross-breed, hyped Hindi remake of a successful southern pot-boiler. The movie sets off on a comedic funny note and turns gorily serious abruptly. No sooner the thinking audience could come to terms with its fast-moving storyline than the ‘Intermission’ intervenes. The untangling laced with unapologetic violence in second half is tough and engaging though.
Broadly speaking, the story has it all to catch on – starting from the rustic, betel-chewing, lewd, lecherous villain pitted against a righteous Police inspector sworn to save the oppressed villagers, his ‘Rowdy’ urbane duplicate, who eventually transforms to an honest dude, to the curvaceous Sonakshi Sinha (and the apparently redundant first para is raised to her). One observation, in view of the enormity of the villain and his loyalists, the punishment should have been rougher.
The usual caveat for discerning viewers – leave your senses back home at a safe place! I have a simple funda, we all have our share of sadness in life and in movies we seek respite – that’s the raison d'être of entertainment. ‘Rowdy Rathore’ qualifies to be an entertaining movie on all counts.
I just set my expectations right (sounds familiar?) and watched RR. I was entertained. It’s a movie with a strong aftertaste.
And I vow to follow Sonakshi more ‘closely’ in future!

Reading and reflecting are often concomitant...but not always. When I read, I pause more, perhaps more than I read. And that pause turns out to be more 'reading' than reading itself...seems to be a perfect continuum...revisiting the words, the said, the unsaid, the intended...and finally building perception.

Attimes I sincerely try to slip into the chappals of Mamta and understand what exactly could have made her splurge on KKR from state exchequer...the win neither brought about any state glory nor benefitted it otherwise...is it only 'cos it carried the word 'Kolkata'. One of the Ohio state sports teams is named 'Cincinnati Bengals'(excuse if I'm marginally wrong)...hope to see Mamta doing something for them sometime!