Monday, 23 February 2009

The Tamasha of Slumdog Millionaire


My tympanics are goin to rupture if I hear any more ‘news’ bout this movie called ‘Slumdog Millionaire’…… seriously….
Well, ya !!! I have seen the movie… it’s grt really…. Full time pass…. Wat we’d call ‘Mast’. But, is it something that deserves all the grt hype that it’s got????
God!!!!!! noooooooo!!!
If tomorrow (shud I say today?) morning I hear that it’s got the Oscar…. I’d say that nothing cud have caused more shame to Oscar ….. jaao Oscar bhaiya.. chullu bhar paani mein doob maro!
And trust me, am not the only one who feels this way. For those who saw the movie before the boong bang, and all the hulla gulla, it must have been a ‘sahi’ movie…. Too good…. Lekin for people like me who saw the movie after it had already become an international hit… the movie wud be ok types… ummm chalta hai… nice movie…. And this coz’ we definitely do accept more from a movie that’s being nominated for the Oscars.. newaz..
It is just such a typical Indian attitude….we go crazy with any ‘firang’ acclaim…

Now tell me.. is this movie any closer to reality than let’s say ‘Taare Zameen Par’? or many many other Indian movies????? Ha ha I agree!! The slums are a reality (not in the whole of India)…. The riots are a reality (not in the whole of India), …. The business of child beggary is a reality (not in the whole of India)… the crime Lords are a reality (ummmm…. The goondas??? Ya.. goondas are everywhere) and the craze for Amitabh Bachan is a reality (again, not in the whole of India… don’t you know? In Kerala, the “World’s” Best Actor is Mohan Lal…. Never heard of him??? Well… never mind!!)

Which scenes strike as the most ‘funny’? (if, you can call it that!!) we’d get many answers to this question… one of the answers wud be the scene..where a firang couple is fooled by showing them the ‘bigest dhobi ghaat’ in India…….. how many hajmola bottles wud be needed to digest it?
And bout the scene where the young Jamaal takes another firang couple round the Taj Mahal and tells them all non-sense bout this beautiful monument (amazing how the ‘forces’ allowed this movie to be shown in the theatres….. without an ‘additional’ “Taj Mahal was actually a temple which was demolished and destroyed and etc etc etc by the Muslim invaders whose progeny is today destroying India” scene added to it!!! *blah*)… ….. u’d need hajmola, pudin hara.. jaljeera and eesab ghol… all of them.. to digest it.

Now, if you tell that these are unrealistic ‘masala’ added to make the movie work… then, I’d ask… what went wrong with ‘ A Wednesday’? it’s unrealistic enuf .. but, at least with a way more important subject…..
And A.R. Rehman being nominated for it?????? I mean… pllllllllllzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. don’t behave like you’ve never heard Rehman before…..

The only thing I understand from all this tamasha is that it’s just the usual ‘firang’ habit of uchhalofying everything bad bout India…. I wonder how many of you have noticed this.. but if there’d be 8 people standing somewhere.. out of which 3 are skul students (so, they’d know English…. Even if from a skul dats not English Medium, they’d have some idea of the language newaz….) 1 is dressed in trousers and shirts and a tie with a briefcase in his hands and prolly even talking on his mobile in ENGLISH, and 4 others who are wearing mundus or even if pants… they luk like just those people whud NOT know English……the firang who needs to ask the way or any other typical firang doubt.. will choose from among the 4 ‘non-English-knowing’ people (based on who appears most non-English-knowing)… and ask the question in his/her twisted tongued English to the poor soul who’d look helpless…. And then the student or the tie-wala will offer help…

Any show on discovery…. Wen they visit other countries, they show the best streets, and live in the best hotels… but wen they are in India, they avoid streets (prefer the lanes), live in places even we as Indians wud try to avoid (minus the ‘money’ problem)…

Show them a beautiful and sacred tree… they wont take a pic of the tree but of the toffee wrappers lying near it….

Such are the firangs… absolutely in love with the not-so-good-and-shud-be-changed things bout India….. this becoz.. anything that they do find very-Indian-and-good , they learn it themselves and become Gurus and go back to their own firangistan and teach them as the art (or science) was born in that very country.. be it yoga, be it Sanskrit, be it bharat natyam……
Such beautiful Indian things will be shown in relation to firang teachers, or Indians settled abroad … or if they (so against their wishes) have to take shots of IRIs (Indians Residing in India).. they’d make them into the driest of documentaries….

No wonder Lagaan banged…. *blah*

Goin by the way things are.. you either gotto be a white, off-white, cream, black or brown in a white/black land…… coz a brown in a brown land is brown shit and nothing better….

Are we missing the fact that Slumdog was, after all, directed by a ‘firang’.

Now, coming to the Indian obsession of ‘white’ …. All we see is the-white-tareef-for-Indians…. We forget so easily that all this hype is grt but just see ki wat a picture of India does this give to others????
Another example of the Indian-White-craze is that how easily we can accept (‘whites’ aand ‘blacks’) saving the world from Aliens, space ships, dinosaurs…. How easily we cud take in Matrix…. But .. but… but…. Krish had a tough time becoming a superhero… Rudraksh was ‘unreal’ ( o ya!!! Dinos aur slimy aliens to har gali mein ghumte hai na!) and Love Story 2050 was a ’robotic disaster’......
For people of this kind… mubarak ho! Hindustan ki khaamiyon par duniya taali baja rahi hai! Aap bhi bajao!

Newaz…. If I had to show the bad side of India … I’d rather send Traffic Signal, Apharan….. not Slumdog newaz….
And ask me to show the real side of India.. I’d show ‘Swami’ which is ‘middle-class’, the class that constitutes majority of Indians…. I’d show ‘A Wednesday’ coz that’s what every Indian aims to be (or shud aim to be),… not slumdog.. never…..

Allah hafiz

Saturday, 14 February 2009

blogs and orkut and anti-Muslim hackers !!!

Have been so busy……that I haven’t even emptied the waste bin…. Uhhh!!!
Newaz.. so am really upset bout letting my blogs whither away this way… I have seen so many blogs die.. that it really scares me… esp coz noe I have hardly 4 months left in my prefinals…. inshaAllah by Aug-Sep my final year wil have started.. and dats goin to be a tite screwing for me coz I haven’t studied anything in the past 3.5 years…… oh ya!! I cleard but that’s to it.. I am not goin in the direction of actually being a doc…
After that will be the house surgeoncy… Allah help me!!!
So, will try to be as regular as I possibly can.. btw am thinking of concentrating more on Confrontation and My Islam.. I’ve just started the series of posts on HIJAB in My Islam… will do it an a tortoise pace.. but I really want to do it… and then of course.. the thing bout ‘boyfreinds’ from an Islamic p.o.v…. and then the Series on “Hinduism and Islam”… this will need extra effort… hmmm. Newaz.. inshaAlllah will try my best…

I have also realized that I cant handle orkut and blogger together… :( :( .. very sad.. coz I absolutely love orkut…. Fine.. I agree aome communities are real waste…. But trust me some are simply superb…….

Btw… many many Islamic comms on Orkut have been hacked by Hindus…. They are being corrupted by crap talk….. people create fake profs and get down to insulting Huzur S.A.W and God… and there’s this bitchish female (claims to be a Jew).. whoz out there shitting over all religions… but of course with a special attention to Islam…..
For people who cant take slang.. plz unjoin.. and for those who can talk sense in spite of the severe form of islam abuse.. I request them to hang on and talk to them… but plz don’t reply to threads that r started widout purpose…. U’ll know wat I mean if u happen to come across one…
DJ hoodlum is the hacker I’ve seen sabse zyada… “Hijab- A symbol of Modesty”….. one of the largest Hijabi communities on orkut has been screwed by him.. they are RSS funded…..not just the hackers but even the ones with fake profs who post in the threads….
And plz don’t use slang….. I mean .. don’t abuse their religion…. It feels so sick… wen we see Muslims talk slang bout others’ religions….
Reason where and until reasoning seems sane.. beyond that plz ignore….

Newaz….today's posts
My post in My Islam - HiJaBi LiFe #3
My post in Confrontation- Finally... I'm Back!!!!!!

More later…
Allah hafiz

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Didn't attend the 84th's Graduation Ceremony :( :( :(

I have this red and blue salwar kameez which I was bout to wear for Nadeem-Monica’s reception… I think there’s some problem wid it. First to, Aapa had got so very angry wen I had told that I wont be buying a matching maftha and wear the black one instead. Fir uske baad, I ended up not goin for the reception at all…. Ab now, today 84th batch is having their convocation party, I had been expectin this day from God knows wen.. I had thot of wearing the same red salwar kameez today, I had even bought a matching maftha, had gone along wid Anisa (you know very well how often I find company.. so these moments are so dear to me.. newaz), it’s got both red and blue in it and is partly floral and partly graphic… but, all of a sudden, today, 2 hours before the program started, I got really desp, bout wat and why- I don know.. but all I wanted was to cry.. cry cry and cry…. And here I am sitting at my lappy wen others are watching the programs there… twas goin to be a good one… coz it’s being held outside (where the main stage for the intermeds had been constructed) and not in the audi…. I have no idea why I behaved like such a fucker … but this is the second time this salwar kameez ka plan was cancelled… now, coming to think of it , I had been so eager to go to Nadeem’s reception as well, one reason being the convert bride he brought and second being that it had been too long a time since I had attended any marriage wagairah… that cancellation was preceded by the ‘Aapa Anger Syndrome’ and today’s cancellation by 3 things.. 1. I forgot to take my mobile (and my mobile is my soul) 2. our SPM bus had a collision with an Alto, the Alto was badly hit.. twas a police case… it happened (amusingly) rite in front of the Punnapra Police Station…. That is one stop before my hostel… so I took an auto, came to the hostel, took my Soul and returned… 3. after the visit we went to Amuda’s aunty’s house that was just across the street, but wen we returned the bus was leaving… it crossed us, but then some gals saw us and told the driver to stop… we got a good scolding from that lady ( Josephine? Caroline? Catherine?... uh!!! Watev her name is) and also that chashmish driver uncle (the one who hit the Alto.. uugh!!! He was already in a terrible mood)…

Newaz… so Anisa got really pissed off.. have no idea why… she compared it wid the way she doesn’t come on certain occasions… I felt like giving her a slap kass ke on her white face and turn it red…

We had planned for the movie ‘Jhoom Barabar Jhoom’… we had decided that we wud cut the clinics the next day (we had Dermatology posting that time) and go for the movie… Anisa was goin thru that terrible phase of her life wen she hated attending clinics…. So, she was alrite wid it…. Newaz… the same evening Amuda complains of having joint pain… and that she wasn’t feeling all that well (chikenguniya was all over India in those days). Alrite .. still everything was ok.
The next morning I wake up by the noise of drawers being pulled… I get up and see that Amuda is all dressed up. She tells me that she is goin home … coz she isn’t feeling well… I was like .. umm ok dear no probs.. (coz I really believe that she wasn’t well the previous nite and its ok if she goes home).. newaz, so she leaves… I brush and all and then go to Anisa’s room and see that she isn’t there (she never gets up early, so I was actually surprised), Maliny was on her bed.. I ask her ki where’s Anisa…. She tells me, “Anisa’s gone home”…………..
That moment …. Wat I felt at that moment is something I can never explain… is something no one except mummy will ever understand…
The two gals went home widout informing me.. it was then that it struck me ki I woke up to isliye I found out ki Amuda was goin home… otherwise she too wud’ve left widout informing me.. just like this other girl….it mite sound a very silly thing.. but you know even oceans are made of drops of water pooled together… newaz….
I was alone in that hostel, which is not my hostel, where I go only for these two gals… they left me there, didn’t inform me that they were goin, cancelled a plan that was made not coz of me but coz of Anisa coz she wanted to “go somewhere, three of us together, we will add some masti to our dry lives”….
I had cried so bad….. I felt so alone.. so lost.. so lonely…. I wanted mummy…and I wished God was something I cud touch and I wanted Him to hold me, I wanted to lay my head on His lap and cry and I wanted Him to wipe away my tears and tell ki Kiran, ghabrao mat.. yeh sab beet jaaega!!
Wen I went to clinics on Monday, Anisa told me ki ‘that day I had come to clinics’ .. wow!!! the gal who hardly sees the face of the hospital, decides to start studying on that very day wen we had made plans…. And then she says, “We had decided na ki wud go for the movie IF we don’t come to clinics” … to CUT karna kisko kehte hai Anisa????? Or she doesn’t know the meaning of ‘CUTTING CLAASES”…. Newaz… I was so screwed by their behavior that I hardly attended Dermatology that year… only 3 or 4 classes.. seriously didn’t want to see their face…
If they didnt have it in them to go.. why the fuck did they tell me that they wud???? This is just one of the umpteen times they have hurt me… and then Anisa has the audacity to compare their fucking attitude to my not goin for the Convo… damn it!!! Have I left them alone.. they have the whole world with them… each one has an 8 member strong group…. They don’t need me… they don’t.. and Alhammdulillah, thanks to the crappish way in which they have treated me…. I don’t need them either….
These two gals have been my best teachers in life… not Amuda, am sorry.. she’z forgetful.. and well… I cant blame her all that much…. But I do blame Anisa… I do…. And I know wen u read this u’d be pissed off all the more…, but then my dear Ani, tell me, for the sake of Allah, am I wrong??????

Watevs!!! Pray don’t compare me and my attitude to you and your attitude…. There’s a heck lot of difference….
So plz….
Lemme breathe

Now, since am so desp these days.. I wonder if if I’ll go for the study tour.. we r goin to Hyderabad and Pondicherry…. But again coz of the same reasons---- that I go crazy wen I miss prayers… and my OCD of cleanliness… I mite just end up not going…
Prolly these are the reasons I don like goin to LH also and I guess that’s why I didn’t attend the Convo… newaz… there’s no use attending 86th’s convo also.. but 88th ‘s convo shud be attended coz’ ONE boy is just toooo good luking.. :D.. but if we are attend convos for the boys….we will have to return even after we pass out coz the best among the boys are juniors….:D :D newaz…. Forget bout others… I shud at least be in a good mood during my own graduation ceremony….btw.. I am in the 90th..
Chalo fir theek hai…

Allah hafiz.

Sunday, 1 February 2009

A Thousand Splendid Suns - ummm not much bout the buk!!!

Just finished reading this book by Khaled Hosseini. Had heard a lot bout this book… and all my friends who’d read it had also found it very ‘touching’. One of the gals even told that she had found the story so depressing that she stopped reading the novel midway.
Well, I, too found the story touching. But, I wudn say it’s one of the best ive read. I liked it alrite, but didn’t find it all that grt. Prolly I’d have liked it better had I not expected so much from it… it generally happens na, ki wen we expect too much from something, it remains wanting at the end. Khair, newaz.. it was a good read.
There were two realities .. one, the Afghan war, and second the plight of women.
But, wat I found most intriguing was Tariq….
Don’t we always fall in love with one person in every novel, not necessarily the hero…. Am not sure if men feel the same bout women characters wen they read.. but, am sure women do search their own princes in the books they read..
I wonder if there can be two princes in one’s life…… there are a million things we mite want in that perfect man of our dreams… now, it’s not practical that all those qualities exist in the man, we finally settle down with. Is it wrong to keep a prince alive in our dreams, someone other than the prince we share our lives with? I don think so… but then it makes your love half- hearted… but, then.. is there anything as full-hearted love???? And wats the difference between love and infatuation? A very thin line I must say…. And how strange it is that wen you are with someone you say you are ‘in love’ with him… the moment he is out and someone new is in, the previous relation is reduced to ‘just a crush. ….. a passing phase…. Sabko hota hai yaar!’…. then how dyu know wen it’s true or not?
How can you say that the boy you liked wen you were 13 wasn’t your true love but the one you like now, at 21 is??? Of course you marry the person whom you are seeing at the the ‘marriageable age’…. Par that doesn’t mean ki it was the ‘true love’ of ur life…
And I believe in every relation, at some point, things come down to commitment…. I don say it’s not needed… but .. I don know… somehow everything in life seems like a big game of commitment….
Have you heard aunties talking bout ‘couples’? if a love story in the neighbourhood succeeds… they go like.. “oh! The two love each other soooo much… blah blah blah blah” and if it fails… “ That gal???? oh, shez ‘loose’.. used to go around with that boy … falaa falaa falaa…. Bas ghumne firne ka tha…. Shaadi thodi karna tha dono ko”(they just had to go around… they didn’t wish to get married)…. So, if I marry Azhar, people will talk of how long we were together… how we were together in school. How we remained together inspite of being away… we met only once or twice in a year.. etc. etc.. and in case we don’t marry… all these facts will cease to exist…. We wud be like all those people who just ‘go around’ … 7 ½ years of time pass (and don’t know how many more years ahead!!!!) huh!!!
Seriously, love.. the love between lovers… it’s strange…..
Newaz… I really like Tariq…. His love is Laila..Tariq means ‘one who visits us in the night’, at least that’s wat I think it means… and Laila means ‘night’… :) :) .. I like such names.. my mummy’s name is Rehana meaning ‘sweet smelling plant’ and abbu’s name is Shamim, meaning ‘fragrance’…Almas means ‘diamond’, Azhar means ‘shining/bright/illuminated’ :)

Newaz…. The best thing in the whole story is that 2 lovers have an illegitimate child… but finally, the lovers get married…. I loved this part of the entire story.. the one dealing with their love story… prolly dats y I didn’t really think much bout the other things…

I somehow find myself so attached to illegitimate children…… I love them.. and I love those women even more who allow them to come to this world…. And I don’t mean by the deceit of marrying someone else (as one of the 2 in this story), but openly… telling the world that yes, this child is illegitimate…. One mistake shudn cannot erase another mistake… a mistake is after all a mistake…. And if cane erase things, we rather repent. Newaz…

Just one thing from the book,

When the Taliban had found the paintings, Tariq said, they’d taken offence at the birds’ long bare legs. After they’d tied the cousin’s feet and flogged his soles bloody, they had presented him with a choice: Either destroy the paintings or make the flamingos decent. So the cousin had picked up his brush and painted trousers on every last bird.
“And there you have it. Islamic flamingos,” Tariq said.

:) :) :)
Got lots of work…. Finish my record…. Reports on the various community visits and then prepare for that stupid seminar… I hate the studies part of life…
Allah hafiz


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