Random Expressions

This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 
This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 

Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 

Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 

Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 
This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 

Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!
This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

😛

 

Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 
This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 

Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

😛

 

Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee
This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

😛

 

Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.
This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

Madhur Bhandarkar attempts a true blue musical in his film on glamour and the glamorous; for this, viagra 40mg
he has unexpectedly chosen a relatively new Shamir Tandon, page
rather than rely on an established name in the industry. Tandon has earlier given us a few bloopers in Rakth.

The cover proudly proclaims ‘a complete album’ and gives us the photos of the singers, instead of the in-film stills as is norm. On the first, I have my reservations. On the second, it is justified; especially, if you have singers ranging from Lata Mangeshkar to Asha Bhosle to Adnan Sami to Suresh Wadkar…the cover asserts that it is a singer dominated album- and that makes Tandon’s life considerably easier!

Well, to be honest, the album is good in parts. And, the best parts are the opening and the closing tracks! No, this is not meant to be a funny line thrown in, but a genuine fact.

Let’s start from the end: Asha Bhonsle’s Huzoor – e- aala is smooth and silky, and the crooner sounds young, hot and in the groove. Of course, the ditty is built around the old OP Nayyar songs, but thankfully, is not a rehash or remix or an absolute copy! It is original in its own right, and very hummable. One thing though, the song is labeled as ‘Bonus track’- when Yash Chopra gave those two numbers in Veer Zaara CD, the songs parted ways from the film’s music while retaining the same
flavor; unfortunately, Huzoor-e-aala sounds too situational to be a stand-alone number.

Amit Kumar (bless him, where has he been all these years?) croons Filmi very filmi with full verve and vivaciousness that would make his father proud! Like the Naseeb song (John Jaani Janardhan), lyricist Sandeep Nath has fun in weaving in names of today’s top notch stars. He is accompanied (rather, irritated) by Blaaze and Taanishta Chatterjee.

Though Adnan Sami has started to sound the same with the trademark curls and curves (I am talking about his voice, sillies) the song Mere wajood mein is quite well tuned and well orchestrated too. Unfortunately, the song is too ‘masculine’ in its composition for Sadhna Sargam to do any justice in the female version. The inlay card tells us this song is not there in the film; if so, then, why did they make her sound like twisted kurkures?

The two rock and growl numbers Lets Dance and Jhoot Boliyan are best enjoyed in the discotheques, so suffice to say they are foot tapping but no paths broken by them! These are ‘tired’ and tested numbers and will scuttle up and down the middle orders of the charts.

So, I shall jump straight on to the top of the heap, and the best part of the album, which makes spending Rs 100 on the CD absolutely worthwhile – Lata Mangeshkar’s Kitne ajeeb rishte hai yahan pe… of course, Lata, as ever, sounds marvelously mellow and syrupy sweet; especially, it is (once more) a revelation to hear her go base at the beginning of each antara taking it steadily up to a breathtaking crescendo. This one song in itself can serve a lesson to all aspiring singers. Sounding a bit like a seventies
creation, the song is easy on the lips (such philosophical theme songs can often be too heavy to digest) with good music and rhythm. The backup vocals (not credited in this version, but done so in the male one) are by Vivienne Pocha and Pankaj Saroagi, and provide able support. I have not stopped humming it since the day I heard it. And, it does have poignant and meaningful lyrics. In all, a very satisfying song!

The sad version (Lata Mangeshkar) is well…sad! Too bad Tandon botched up completely there. The male version by Suresh Wadkar is redundant; more so, as the cover tells us, sadistically again, that it is not there in the film.

Before ending, one small note: Sapna Awasthi springs up from oblivion and raucously threatens Kuan ma kood jaaoongi…my suggestion: by all means, help yourself, lady! Who’s stopping you?

Overall: A Good Buy

This place seriously needs an update!

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Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

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Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

Madhur Bhandarkar attempts a true blue musical in his film on glamour and the glamorous; for this, viagra 40mg
he has unexpectedly chosen a relatively new Shamir Tandon, page
rather than rely on an established name in the industry. Tandon has earlier given us a few bloopers in Rakth.

The cover proudly proclaims ‘a complete album’ and gives us the photos of the singers, instead of the in-film stills as is norm. On the first, I have my reservations. On the second, it is justified; especially, if you have singers ranging from Lata Mangeshkar to Asha Bhosle to Adnan Sami to Suresh Wadkar…the cover asserts that it is a singer dominated album- and that makes Tandon’s life considerably easier!

Well, to be honest, the album is good in parts. And, the best parts are the opening and the closing tracks! No, this is not meant to be a funny line thrown in, but a genuine fact.

Let’s start from the end: Asha Bhonsle’s Huzoor – e- aala is smooth and silky, and the crooner sounds young, hot and in the groove. Of course, the ditty is built around the old OP Nayyar songs, but thankfully, is not a rehash or remix or an absolute copy! It is original in its own right, and very hummable. One thing though, the song is labeled as ‘Bonus track’- when Yash Chopra gave those two numbers in Veer Zaara CD, the songs parted ways from the film’s music while retaining the same
flavor; unfortunately, Huzoor-e-aala sounds too situational to be a stand-alone number.

Amit Kumar (bless him, where has he been all these years?) croons Filmi very filmi with full verve and vivaciousness that would make his father proud! Like the Naseeb song (John Jaani Janardhan), lyricist Sandeep Nath has fun in weaving in names of today’s top notch stars. He is accompanied (rather, irritated) by Blaaze and Taanishta Chatterjee.

Though Adnan Sami has started to sound the same with the trademark curls and curves (I am talking about his voice, sillies) the song Mere wajood mein is quite well tuned and well orchestrated too. Unfortunately, the song is too ‘masculine’ in its composition for Sadhna Sargam to do any justice in the female version. The inlay card tells us this song is not there in the film; if so, then, why did they make her sound like twisted kurkures?

The two rock and growl numbers Lets Dance and Jhoot Boliyan are best enjoyed in the discotheques, so suffice to say they are foot tapping but no paths broken by them! These are ‘tired’ and tested numbers and will scuttle up and down the middle orders of the charts.

So, I shall jump straight on to the top of the heap, and the best part of the album, which makes spending Rs 100 on the CD absolutely worthwhile – Lata Mangeshkar’s Kitne ajeeb rishte hai yahan pe… of course, Lata, as ever, sounds marvelously mellow and syrupy sweet; especially, it is (once more) a revelation to hear her go base at the beginning of each antara taking it steadily up to a breathtaking crescendo. This one song in itself can serve a lesson to all aspiring singers. Sounding a bit like a seventies
creation, the song is easy on the lips (such philosophical theme songs can often be too heavy to digest) with good music and rhythm. The backup vocals (not credited in this version, but done so in the male one) are by Vivienne Pocha and Pankaj Saroagi, and provide able support. I have not stopped humming it since the day I heard it. And, it does have poignant and meaningful lyrics. In all, a very satisfying song!

The sad version (Lata Mangeshkar) is well…sad! Too bad Tandon botched up completely there. The male version by Suresh Wadkar is redundant; more so, as the cover tells us, sadistically again, that it is not there in the film.

Before ending, one small note: Sapna Awasthi springs up from oblivion and raucously threatens Kuan ma kood jaaoongi…my suggestion: by all means, help yourself, lady! Who’s stopping you?

Overall: A Good Buy

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

Madhur Bhandarkar attempts a true blue musical in his film on glamour and the glamorous; for this, viagra 40mg
he has unexpectedly chosen a relatively new Shamir Tandon, page
rather than rely on an established name in the industry. Tandon has earlier given us a few bloopers in Rakth.

The cover proudly proclaims ‘a complete album’ and gives us the photos of the singers, instead of the in-film stills as is norm. On the first, I have my reservations. On the second, it is justified; especially, if you have singers ranging from Lata Mangeshkar to Asha Bhosle to Adnan Sami to Suresh Wadkar…the cover asserts that it is a singer dominated album- and that makes Tandon’s life considerably easier!

Well, to be honest, the album is good in parts. And, the best parts are the opening and the closing tracks! No, this is not meant to be a funny line thrown in, but a genuine fact.

Let’s start from the end: Asha Bhonsle’s Huzoor – e- aala is smooth and silky, and the crooner sounds young, hot and in the groove. Of course, the ditty is built around the old OP Nayyar songs, but thankfully, is not a rehash or remix or an absolute copy! It is original in its own right, and very hummable. One thing though, the song is labeled as ‘Bonus track’- when Yash Chopra gave those two numbers in Veer Zaara CD, the songs parted ways from the film’s music while retaining the same
flavor; unfortunately, Huzoor-e-aala sounds too situational to be a stand-alone number.

Amit Kumar (bless him, where has he been all these years?) croons Filmi very filmi with full verve and vivaciousness that would make his father proud! Like the Naseeb song (John Jaani Janardhan), lyricist Sandeep Nath has fun in weaving in names of today’s top notch stars. He is accompanied (rather, irritated) by Blaaze and Taanishta Chatterjee.

Though Adnan Sami has started to sound the same with the trademark curls and curves (I am talking about his voice, sillies) the song Mere wajood mein is quite well tuned and well orchestrated too. Unfortunately, the song is too ‘masculine’ in its composition for Sadhna Sargam to do any justice in the female version. The inlay card tells us this song is not there in the film; if so, then, why did they make her sound like twisted kurkures?

The two rock and growl numbers Lets Dance and Jhoot Boliyan are best enjoyed in the discotheques, so suffice to say they are foot tapping but no paths broken by them! These are ‘tired’ and tested numbers and will scuttle up and down the middle orders of the charts.

So, I shall jump straight on to the top of the heap, and the best part of the album, which makes spending Rs 100 on the CD absolutely worthwhile – Lata Mangeshkar’s Kitne ajeeb rishte hai yahan pe… of course, Lata, as ever, sounds marvelously mellow and syrupy sweet; especially, it is (once more) a revelation to hear her go base at the beginning of each antara taking it steadily up to a breathtaking crescendo. This one song in itself can serve a lesson to all aspiring singers. Sounding a bit like a seventies
creation, the song is easy on the lips (such philosophical theme songs can often be too heavy to digest) with good music and rhythm. The backup vocals (not credited in this version, but done so in the male one) are by Vivienne Pocha and Pankaj Saroagi, and provide able support. I have not stopped humming it since the day I heard it. And, it does have poignant and meaningful lyrics. In all, a very satisfying song!

The sad version (Lata Mangeshkar) is well…sad! Too bad Tandon botched up completely there. The male version by Suresh Wadkar is redundant; more so, as the cover tells us, sadistically again, that it is not there in the film.

Before ending, one small note: Sapna Awasthi springs up from oblivion and raucously threatens Kuan ma kood jaaoongi…my suggestion: by all means, help yourself, lady! Who’s stopping you?

Overall: A Good Buy

A Story By Deepak Jeswal

The serpentine road, see
with bumps and warts, wound its way through cornfields and stretched beyond the horizon. The car rode over the bumps and warts on the road that the government had forsaken as soon as it had built it. At places, it narrowed to a treacherous single lane, which was so constricted that in case two cars passed that stretch from opposing ends, a non-verbal tussle, fought with blinking dippers, ensued. Almost always the one who lost would let out his futile fury with a string of expletives, which in any case the opponent would not have heard, and even if he did, it hardly mattered.

Over the heated tar, the sky was ready to shower its blessings. Rains, that hadn’t reached there till then, were impending to unzip their black bags over the parched fields.

From Agra to Jagner, this journey of fifty kilometers is ordinary except for the subtle change in landscape beyond Kagarole, a village en route. Vishwas wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary either. In fact he never expected anything beyond ordinary from life now. At 33, he was well settled in life – a cushy job in a multi-national and a mundane but sweet family life. His only worry was to complete the task assigned to him and reach home fast, as his wife had asked him to. The navratras were on, and today was the seventh day, she had kept a fast and an elaborate pooja of Goddess Amba at their house and he was to reach there to light the lamp for the Goddess. He had no interest in the pooja, but he would have to go out of duty. He didn’t believe in prayers. Nor did he expect them to work.

Yet, that day somewhere within he had his dead hope resurrecting itself from the burnt ashes from his life long back. It’s strange how coincidences pile upon each other. Just the previous weekend a long-lost friend from Delhi had mentioned Pooja and informed that the last he had heard her banker husband was posted in the far-off Jagner. At that time the place’s name had barely registered in his mind. Today, unexpectedly his boss had given him an important assignment to be completed there.

That night, after his friend had left, and his wife had drifted off to sleep, for a long time he sat on his fifth floor balcony eyeing the Taj Mahal, accompanied by four empty beer bottles and a half finished plate of chicken-tikka. The yellowing Taj, whose dome and the four minarets were clearly visible from where he sat, was ‘just another building’ , as he often mocked at it to his friends. But deep within, he knew it was a symbol of love and passion.

Nay, he didn’t think so! Those were exactly Pooja’s thoughts, an ultra romantic girl whom he had befriended, loved and lost when he was young. It amazed him as to how much she cared for the Taj! But adamantly refused to visit it – “No, it’s a symbol of marriage, and we shall go there only after we are married!” That was Pooja – always finding meaning into the most commonplace things. “Love is a prayer – which is what my name means!” she would joke – only that when she said it, it didn’t sound like a joke at all.

Those were the heady college days – carefree, wild and enjoyable. He didn’t realize when Pooja transformed from being just a friend to a very good one and eventually his lover. The affair spanned three years of college, two years of MBA and one year into his first job. Six beautiful years spent with Pooja, which he had often tried to erase but couldn’t really do it.

A sudden speed-breaker bumped him out of his reverie. He cursed within his breath, and shuffled in his seat uncomfortably, straightening his blue suit’s arm a little. The suit seemed impossibly incongruous in the rural surroundings he was driving to but then he hadn’t known he would have to leave for Jagner when he dressed up that morning. Another bump, and this time he cursed aloud. The road itself wasn’t all that great, and the innumerable breakers added to the woes. He looked upwards – the clouds had thickened, and soon the tip-tap of raindrops lashed on his windscreen. With his left hand permanently on the gear, he maneuvered his bruised white Santro over the potholes. He looked at his watch. He had to return home soon.

The fields gave way to open plains. Beyond the rain, he saw a few solitary hills, part of the Aravalli range. Jagner was the last point on this stretch of Uttar Pradesh, after which Rajasthan began.

So engrossed was Vishwas in eyeing the hills, he missed seeing the oncoming vehicle, till it was barely a hundred meters away. In a quick reflex action he jammed his foot over the brake, while his hand changed the gears. The car screeched to a halt.

“Bastard!” he exclaimed. He reversed the car in order to make for him to pass it. But before he could do so, his jaw dropped. From the oncoming red Maruti Swift, he saw a lady’s face peeping out of the window, an apologetic smile on her face.

Even through the haze of the rain and the years between them, he recognized her instantaneously.

“Pooja!”

He brought his car parallel to hers, and lowered his tinted glass. “Pooja, hi! You remember me?”

Her brows knitted questioningly for a brief second but recognition swept over it alongwith the rain instantaneously. “Of course, Vishwas I remember you”

Excited, he let out a volley of questions, “How have you been? Where have you been? Why didn’t you call? Do you know I am in Agra now?”

She let out a short laugh. Just like old times. And even after all these years, his heart skipped a beat. Her round and fair face held the power to make him jelly-kneed and even though they were shorter now, he could perceive the luster and fragrance of her auburn hair.

“Wait a second, Vishwas. Let me just park this damn thing,” she said, and immediately turned the ignition on and swept the car aside on the edge of the highway. He did the same, leaving enough gap between the two vehicles lest some one did cross this god-forsaken place.

She wore a light peach chiffon sari with almost no jewelry except for a slim gold necklace and matching earrings – tiny little jhumkas that dangled impishly as she moved towards his car. Her hands clutched a beige purse. Gingerly she rounded his car, and entered through the passenger side.

“Damn this rain,” she murmured, wiping off her face. Vishwas smiled – nothing had changed, not even her ‘damns’ or sudden impulsiveness in disregarding the rain and crossing the road before he could make any move. Age had settled so gracefully on her persona that it held an exquisiteness of its own. In comparison, he eyed his beer-belly with disgust and to his own self he felt conscious of his haggardness.

“How have you been, Pooja? It seems so long ago, no?”

“Well, it has been quite a while now. And I have been perfect. At least, I think so,” she replied, settling down on her seat. “You tell me? What’s up?”

“Nothing much, really” and he gave an elaborate description of his job and his reason to be on this road. There was a brief awkward pause between them. He cleared his throat. And let out another “So what’s new?” Extremely maudlin, he thought! But then, so many years had passed, there wasn’t much in common left. It wasn’t really like old times.

“Just the same. Routine,” she sighed. “Ajay works as branch manager with the State Bank at Jagner, we prefer staying there rather than traveling daily up and down from Agra as many do.”

Of course he knew Ajay Ranawat – the business card was in his coat’s pocket, given to him by his boss. That’s exactly where he was headed to.

“Oh ok,” he replied lamely and after an almost imperceptible cough he asked, “Ajay?”

“My husband,” she said in a low voice.

He knew she was married, yet hearing it from her sounded rather unreal. Seeing her alight from her car running towards him, had made him forget that years had flown past them. It still looked as if she had just jumped from an auto towards his bike, as she did in college. Together, they would then just roam about or sit in the canteen. At that time, they were never short of words, and he tried to pressurize his brain to whip out what they talked about. There wasn’t any memory left. In fact, as he thought it just struck him that he didn’t even remember the reason for their break up. Why had they separated?

It was the second year in his job, when office time began taking precedence over their meetings. Then, voila the most prestigious project doing the rounds landed on his lap. He was so taken up by the motivational talk by his then boss that he completely forgot Pooja’s existance. It was in that hazy period, amidst a slew of meetings, and buried beneath a plethora of late-nights, sprinkled with short telephonic conversations, that Pooja had dropped the bomb. Her parents had selected a match for her. It all came back to him in an instant. He was in the midst of a presentation when his newly acquired cell-phone had beeped a message. It took five more hours before he could yank himself from the office to meet her at Connaught Place’s Nirula’s – their favorite haunt. “But how could you even agree to see that man and display yourself like a mute ware in some shop!” he had demanded angrily. She simply smiled and said, “Let’s say it is my duty towards my parents.” And then sarcastically she added, “If this is the trailer to the damn life that is to follow, I am definitely better off with that man” His blood sizzled in anger, but she simply walked out of the restaurant, and eventually his life, in spite of Vishwas’s attempts to make amends.

“These rains here are scary, they make the road so damn treacherous,” she was saying, and Vishwas came back to the present. “And they never come on time. This year too they are delayed!”

“Yep, you are right, but some of these roads are not even worth calling roads,” he laughed. “You should someday do the Hathras-Aligarh stretch. The road just doesn’t exist.”

She laughed along with him, and he felt a strange satisfaction. With her fingers, she started to wipe off the water from her face. He eyed her intently, watching her slim fingers’ futile attempt to remove the raindrops from her face. He bent forward, picked up a light blue towel lying on the dashboard, and handed it over to her. She smiled and accepted it and continued to wipe her neck.

One arrogant droplet slithered down defiantly from her hair onto her silky smooth neck, slipping down towards the gold chain. Vishwas felt a perplexing tingle in his fingers to touch her. But reason took the better of his emotions, and he held back.

Their conversation continued in fits and starts – first the horrid roads, then the poor infrastructural development, and then about Jagner’s poor social life. It was as if two strangers had met in a boring cocktail party and were trying to pass time.

After a brief pause he said, “So you finally did see the Taj?”

She smiled wryly, “Yeah, you can’t damn avoid it, being so close to Agra!”

“Nice, no?”

“It is – but not really as I had imagined it. After all, it’s just stones stuck together in a damn neat design”

Vishwas laughed. “What a change in thought!”

Ruefully she said, “Yes, time changes, people change. So have I.” After a hesitant pause, she placed the towel back on the dashboard, and sighed, “It could have been different with you. I am sorry Vishwas…”

“No no, Pooja, don’t start off on that…”

But Pooja raised her hand, and said, “No let me say it – maybe then I can get my peace. I am sorry Vishwas I let you down” Their eyes melted and intermingled into a warm pool of love and longing.

Vishwas felt a lump in his throat. “I missed you Pooja.” On impulse, he pulled her and gave a tight hug. She didn’t resist, and clung to him, gently sobbing.

“So did I,” she said, tearing herself apart unwillingly. “It’s not the same with Ajay – though he is nice and caring, in his own way. But somewhere deep within I feel that life could have been…” She bit her lower lip and didn’t complete the sentence. But he understood. Just the same way as he felt.

“I am meeting Ajay today,” he said, out of the blue. And explained how he was to get an agreement signed with State Bank, Jagner for a financing of a project that his company was to undertake in that region.

They sat for a few more minutes, talking generalities but soon Pooja said that she had to leave.

“Will we meet again?” he asked hopefully, his heart beat rapidly pounding his ribs at the thought.

“Cant say,” she responded. And added, “When you meet Ajay, tell him I am fine, and no need to worry about me. He gets worked up when I drive out in the damn rains” she said. Vishwas’s smile froze on his lips as a pang of jealousy stabbed his gut. Of course, Ajay had the right to get worried.

“Do visit us at Agra,” he said as she closed the door, and immediately bit his tongue. The ‘us’ obviously included his wife – a standard sentence that he spoke to many colleagues and friends, without giving any thought to it.

“Let’s see,” she replied and rushed towards her car.

He admired her grace in entering the vehicle, turning on the ignition and driving off with a wave. Sighing, he turned his gaze ahead; he saw the towel lying on the dashboard. Instinctively he picked it up and felt it with his hand hoping to feel the touch of her skin once more. It held faint traces of her fragrance. He took a deep breath and clutched the towel tightly; his mind was playing an old film when she would place her head on his shoulders, and the same fragrance would give him a giddy intoxicated feeling. As he fingered the towel, he felt a small lump within its fold. He opened it and found Pooja’s jhumka entangled between the sky blue strands of the towel.

Immediately, he grabbed it and stuck his head out to call her. However, by then her car was a tiny speck in the misty distance. Tenderly he circled the gold in his palms and placed it in his coat pocket.

Vishwas sat in his car for sometime looking through the rains at the spot where her car had been. After a while, he pushed the gear and started onwards. The mud and the rain only made the onward journey tougher. At Jagner, the road seemed to vanish leaving behind a sticky residue of wet earth and floating cow dung. Thankfully, it wasn’t tough to locate the State Bank there – barely a few hundred meters into the village, a derelict rusty signboard pointed to an inner road. He turned into the narrow lane, surrounded with shops covered with blue tarpaulin to protect from the rain. The second building housed the bank, on the first floor. The road continued ahead only to end at a tent which was set up and decorated with idols of the Goddess in gaudy colored clothes and accessories. A pooja, here too! A huge, tackily painted banner proclaimed in bold blue color “Sponsored by State Bank of India, Jagner.”

The meeting went as expected, interrupted by innumerable phone calls. At every given pause, Vishwas would scrutinize Ajay’s face and the roots of jealousy grew deeper. From the moment he entered the spartan office, he knew Ajay was a man of few words, and fewer needs. The large desk was piled up with files, broken only by an array of telephones. Behind Ajay stood a dirty Godrej almirah, and the walls were all covered with wires and cobwebs. Obviously, State Bank’s renovation drive hadn’t reached the smaller branches.

When he had got the requisite documents signed, he shuffled uneasily on his seat as Ajay turned his attention towards other documents. Vishwas’s hand was in his pocket, encircling the jhumka. How could he begin conveying Pooja’s message – without offering to explain how he knew her.

Ajay signed the last file, placed it on the side and rang a bell beneath his table. He looked up quizzically. Immediately, Vishwas dropped his stare to the contract in front of him, acting to read the same.

“I hope everything is in order?” asked Ajay. “Is there anything else that we can do?” he added, with an intent to convey that the meeting was all but over, and Vishwas should leave. When Vishwas didn’t budge or answer, Ajay said directly, “If you would excuse me, I will have to leave – the pooja down the road is about to begin. I have to attend it, though my wife should…” he rang a bell beneath his desk. “It becomes impossible to leave work mid-way, but sometimes one has to,” he murmured.

Vishwas understood the importance of work taking precedence over such things. He wondered if Pooja did too. “Sure, Mr Ranawat, I’ll take leave” began Vishwas, but was interrupted. A peon, in a white stained uniform, entered the room. Ajay pointed to the pile of files. The man took them away and dragged himself out of the office.

Vishwas reluctantly pulled himself up to go while his mind searched for a suitable excuse to convey Pooja in the conversation. After all, it was in years that she had asked him to do something, even if it was just a small message to be conveyed to her husband.

And then Vishwas found it – in the opening just cleared from the files, he noticed a small frame on the desk. It was Pooja’s photograph smiling in a light yellow dress. It looked as if it was taken at their home.

He nodded towards the photograph, “Bhabhiji…” he forced himself to bring the word out and let it trail, waiting for Ajay’s reaction. Strangely, and thankfully, Ajay didn’t take it as an intrusion of his privacy, which might have been more acceptable to Vishwas, since what he came up instead was a very fond look.

“Yes…Pooja, my wife,” answered Ajay, “She died in a car accident last year,” he added in an emotionless straight voice.

Ajay’s words knocked Vishwas like a solid punch on his solar plexus. Blood receded from his face, and he sat there eyeing Ajay blankly, his hand tightening the grip around Pooja’s earring in his pocket.

Outside, Vishwas stood in the rain watching Ajay leave towards the pandal down the road. Along side him, in the haze, he saw a faint peach reflection. She turned for a brief while to look at him – a look of deep love, but in the next instant she turned back to walk beside her husband into the shamiana, where the head-priest lit a lamp to the Goddess.

THE END

Special Thanks to Priyangini Mehta for editing the story.

The story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are imaginary, and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. State Bank of India is a well known government entity. Jagner, Agra, Delhi, Connaught Place etc are actual places.

This place seriously needs an update!

😛

 

Jaane Hoga Kya – Now I wasnt expecting anything great from this long-in-the-making-released-hurriedly film. So, page what turned out was a pleasant surprise. And not because of its content. But for the inadvertant humor that the film provides. Ok, there so what’s it about? Cloning! Don’t choke on that coke, it is actually a film on human cloning. And how the directors (Glenn-Ankush) portray it is the best comedy released this year. As per this film, to make a clone there has to be two plastic covered ‘capsules’, connected to a computer. So, ‘data’ will move from one capsule to another, as heat rises, and out of steam a new human will be formed! Wow! That simple!

That’s how Aftab creates his own clone. But that’s not all. As soon as the new Aftab is formed, he leaves the capsule and *laugh laugh* heads for a dance bar to sing an item number with Maria Goretti. Some Bollywood pre-educated clone this was indeed! In fact, going by the number of songs that the clone gets to sing, he seems quite the ‘in-thing’! And other than the item number, this includes one roll-in-the-hay number with Preeti Jhangiani (who seems to have lost her voice and inhibitions permanently in this film).

Of course, the clone is not all that ‘good’, like the scientist. In fact, he turns out to be some ‘super-power’ monster with immense powers. Frankenstein, did some one say? Well, the scientist’s haalat is quite like that, but then the hero has to win in the end in movies!

Oh yes, in between all the songs and evil, there was a nice little twist in the end.

Overall – Watch it to laugh at it!

Aap Ki Khatir – Honestly, can some one tell Dharmesh Darshan to retire and spare us his tortures! Can someone tell Amisha Patel that making melancholic expressions doesnt construe acting! Can someone tell Sunil Shetty that joi-de-vivre is an inborn feeling; faking it never works! Can someone tell Lillette Dubey that she looked horrendous in this film spouting Anglicised Punjabi! Can someone tell…ok, I am sure you got what I want to convey.

This pain-some movie is old wine in older bottle. A soggy script with limp characters and a bland-as-London-weather scenario only worsens the viewer’s discomfort. In fact, the film ends up looking like a shoddy UK-produced small-budget fare.

I am quite surprised that Akshaye Khanna chose to do this film, which couldnt have looked attractive at script level even!

Overall – Dont even think of it!

Naksha – Beware of Vivek Oberoi in the jungle! He bored us first in Kaal, and now returns for another jungle-mein-mangle! Naksha is a directionless film that has no head nor tail nor any body in between!

Sadly, the concept is good. And one feels like screaming at the director for wasting an opportunity that could have been turned into a Dan Brown like slick thriller.

The story – We all know that in Mahabharat, Karan was born with the magical ‘kawach‘ and ‘kundal’ that gave him immense strength. The mythology tells us that during the Kuruskshetra war, Lord Indra (disguised as a brahman) had asked for the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’ as alms. This was done at the behest of Lord Krishna, in order to defeat Karan. After this, the epic is silent on the ‘kawach’ and ‘kundal’. What if Lord Indra buried these powerful object somewhere in the Himalayas? Well, the film is built on this premise wherein one archeologist is able to find the same, and prepares a map to reach the place. However, one evil person (Jackie in a horrible get up) gets to know of the same, and wants them as well. The archeologist prefers to suicide rather than give the map to Jackie.

Years later, the archeologist’s son (Vivek) learns of the map, and proceeds to get those objects, with Jackie again close on his heels. To help Vivek, there is his elder step-brother, Sunny Deol.

The story simply meanders precious reels in the jungle. And if the repartees between Sunny and Vivek were ‘comedy’ well, then the director needs to seriously watch some Hrishida films!

Our Bollywood heroes never know when to call it quits. But I had thought Sunny would have learnt from his father (Dharamendra acted in the most third-rate films in the eighties, romancing heroines like Amrita Singh and Dimple Kapadia, who were half his age. In fact, Dimple was having a allegedly having an affair with Sunny when Dharam acted opposite her!) Anyways, Sunny should take caution and remember that such inane roles dont suit his stature. I am sure there will be many writers/directors ready to provide him dignified roles that are commensurate with his age.

As for Sameera Reddy, well her role is the most wishy-washy and redundant. Perhaps, the director realised it, that’s why in the climax, she is just dropped off somewhere and forgotten as well. BTW, if Sameera’s acting career never takes off, she can try for WWE!

Overall – Go tickle your masochist streak and watch it!

I admit it is too early to really write a review on the music on which everyone seems to have an opinion. But before that, women’s health let’s face a few facts squarely in the face – it was an arduously tough act to compose songs for a subject whose previous version is still fresh in the minds of music listeners. More than merit for the older hit, it is the nostalgic wrapper that shines and glitters. It has reached a cult status, traumatologist where it is placed at a hallowed pedestal. One reality check that I wish to present – unlike Sholay or Don the movie, or its music, wasn’t such an earth shattering hit when released in the eighties. It is only over the years that the songs have acquired a ‘retro-hit’ status. So, this sudden urge by everyone to lambast against the newer version sounds funny – even from that generation. Even those who wouldn’t ordinarily listen to Khayyam’s ghazals from Muzaffar Ali’s classic have somehow turned up their nose against Anu Mallik’s efforts. A prime reason is that Mallik’s name itself evokes plentiful negative reactions. Even before the music was out, I had read vitriolic write ups on how could J P Dutta entrust Mallik with such a prestigious job. But obviously, Dutta has enough faith in his composer who gave two whopper (musical) hits with Border and Refugee. In my honest opinion, such reaction was totally unwarranted. Mallik might be obnoxious in his interviews, his many compositions lack any luster of many kind, but still the man has in him to turn up with music that might just be listenable. Another positive point in Dutta-Mallik’s favor is that they haven’t gone and remixed or re-arranged the old classic songs – a towering brownie point to the team, especially seen in the light of the absolutely bland re-mixes/re-designed score of Don.

However, let me make my stance clear – I am neither fond of, nor in favor of, old classics remade in newer format with newer stars. It is simply unappealing, especially when the older versions usually reached perfection (perceived or otherwise) in terms of performance and direction. But this once, I am ready to give Dutta-Mallik team a clean chit, for two reasons – one, I feel that their effort is more honest in re-creating rather than just cashing in on the older success.

The second, and bigger reason, is that I am not emotionally attached to the older Umrao Jaan. Sometime back, in one of the comments, I had mentioned that I am not too fond of that film’s music. The ghazals are good. But somehow, they haven’t had the same gushing effect on me as they should have – except for ‘Yeh kya jagah hai doston‘. Hence, I approached the newer one with a totally fresh mind.

Coming back to the music, as I said, it is a bit early to write a comprehensive review. I haven’t been able to invest the requisite time to listen to it carefully. Yet, when a score leaves a few snatches attached to your soul after the first couple of listenings, you know that it demands coming back to it. In that respect, Mallik’s Umrao Jaan is surely on the right trail. After the first hearing, and switching off the system, I remained floating in its melody and effect, though I couldn’t recall the exact tunes.

From the bunch of solos (all Alka Yagnik barring two), I found ‘Salaam…Tumhari mehfil mein aa gaye hain to kyun na yeh bhi kaam kar len‘ particularly mesmerizing. A very subtle rhythm that supports a hummable tune keeps the song afloat. Alka’s rendition doesn’t move too much away from her flat intonations, yet they somehow suit the composition. The same goes for the second best number ‘Tum jo paas aa gaye, hum jo sharma gaye‘. It’s hookline lies in the charming ‘Tum bhi pahle pahal, hum bhi pahale pahal‘ line, and a mouthful interlude of ‘shehnais‘ topped with a single sarangi strain. A third song that perked my ears and plucked my heart was ‘Mai na mil sakoon jo tumse, meri justjoo na karna’ – a haunting number with tight violins that uplift the song to a dream level. Finally, ‘Jhoote ilzaam tum lagaaya na karo‘ is the fourth interesting solo – a bit slow and lengthy, but overall melodious. There is only one duet, unfortunately it didn’t cut much ice with me – and Sonu Nigam has sadly ‘oversung’ it. Passion can sometimes be understated, and not sighing overtly into the mic!

‘Agle janam mein mohe bitiya na kijo’ – in two parts – are the only numbers where Alka steps away. The song (in both versions) is a touching lament by a girl who doesn’t want to be a re-born in the same gender. However, I am a bit surprised at such a song in this film – as far as I know of Muslim religion, they do not have any concept of ‘re-birth’, hence the song is conceptually an anomaly in a film dealing with Muslim characters. But coming from Javed Akhtar, I am sure he would have done some research before penning it.

Somewhere I feel the weakest link has been Javed Akhtar’s lyrics that just do not sear with the burning pain that was Umrao Jan Ada’s life. Though one can find many scattered ‘quotable’ examples, overall the poetry is not the kind that one can hug and sob inconsolably to wet the pillows in the night. For example, in ‘Jhoote ilzaam’ a statement like ‘dil hai nazuk, isse dukhaya na karo’ is too bland and direct, and more suited to Sameer/Himesh combo of songs than in a film that talks about a courtesan who was exceptional in her poetry.

I am quite impressed by Mallik’s arrangements – he hasn’t done any unnecessarily experimentations, nor kept the sound cacophonously contemporary. He sticks to the era that the songs were meant to be and introduces now-forgotten Indian instruments like saarangi, sitar and tabla in full measure. Now that’s an achievement. Whether the current generation appreciates this is a million dollar question! But then, like the older generation, maybe they will reject it now but once they grow up, it is precisely this sort of music that they will like to come back to. Perhaps, this version might outlast every other contemporary composition and be a retro hit as well!

Overall- A Good Buy

I know an update on Random Expressions is long overdue; I have received subtle suggestions, information pills friendly reminders and even dire threats, buy more about which all proved the love and affection for this space. Thanks to everyone. And because of you all, just writing in to say I am fine, and alive – and so is this blog!

Needless to say, the past month has been tediously hectic – including, visits to far off places like Mainpuri, Bhongaon and Bewar and also a few more trips on that horrifying Agra-Aligarh stretch. But more than that it was an urge to prove something to superiors and get the sales figures correct that sort of doused the innate craving to write. So I kept focussed on the work, getting the act right and streamlining the processes as much as I could. Sadly, the end result was not all that encouraging – neither did the figures really shine, nor did this blog get any input. In short, a total failure!

In between, my speaker-set also conked off. Million complaints later, the service center of the obscure Korean brand agreed to rectify the same at home, obviously free of cost since it was well within the warranty period. The fault? Violently fluctuating voltage here – there, I add one more negative item from this city! The consequence? Lightened the wallet to purchase a voltage stabilizer.

Winters are lingering in, though the temperatures dropped precariously low for a couple of days in-between, but now they have clamboured upward. Another addition at home was a much-needed geyser.

Movie-watching and television-viewing were the only stable past-times. I havent yet entered any cinema hall here (waitng for Fun Cinemas to open up), but have put good use to the DVD player. The last few that I caught were the ominous Darna Zaroori Hai, the taut Deadline and the tastelessly dull Umrao Jaan! Television surfing has been massive, and I have to sheepishly admit I got hooked on to several programmes that I wouldnt have ordinarily watched. For example, Big Bosss! The shenanginans of drama-queen Rakhi Sawant and the antics of super-bitch Kashmira Shah kept the hands off the remote control.

The second programme I caught was Nach Baliye-2 – and the reason to get hooked to it was the extremely superb and scintillating performance by Manav and Shweta in that gold-outfit. They bettered it next week with the ‘bamboo dance’ – and I was sure that this pair could win. Sadly, Sweta let herself and us down with a limpid show of the mujra, though Manav more than made it up with his energetic ‘Mai deewana’ number. Still, personally I feel that combined they were far ahead of others in terms of grace, movement, choice and to top it all an endearing sang-froid and a thankful lack of melodrama or tears! Compare this with the eternal crybaby of tv, the other lady whose name I forget now (better known as Prerna of Kasautii Zindagii Kay), you will know what I mean. Their ousting section was the most tedious part of the entire show!

Of course cricket and bollywood both fed enough fodder for all news channels : the shameful South African tour debacle from the former and Sanjay Dutt , Aishwarya and Abhishek amongst the latter. So much so, that I can puke at the mere mention of the last two!

Beyond all this, there is really not much to write. So I will end here – with the same promise to be back soon, and definitely sooner than last time!  

 

There is a common English saying – “There are no free lunches in this world!” But I realized that there could be some free dinners sometimes!

It all started on Saturday. At office, this site we decided to try out the new Pizza Hut menu. The alluring leaflets, adiposity with discount coupons, search dropped at my place were added incentive.

However, what started off as a routine ‘order placement’ call, some five minutes later,metamorphosised into a full-fledged verbal duel. The reason being – their adamant refusal at delivering to our office, as it was beyond their ‘service area of four kilometers’. Now Pizza Hut outlet is very near my place so I was hundred percent sure that our office falls within their stipulated four kilometer radius; 3.8 kms, to be very precise- or probably lesser, as the outlet is some 500-700 meters away from my home.In any case, I argued, even if it wasnt within four kms, there is no reason why they cannot still service a kilometer or two extra, if the client is willing not to be bound by their time-frame clause. It’s not as if there is a ‘laxman rekha’ beyond which if Pizza Hut scooters cross, they’d be abducted by some horrifiying Ravans! But all my arguments fell on deaf ears. When the person on the other end (the shift manager) stopped harping on the four-kilometer clause, he started to give wishy washy arguments on how the area where we were didnt fall within ‘serviceable’ limit. Now, I really blew my fuse. Agreed, we fall within that area, but our office – a landmark on its own – is right at the edge, on the main road, and accessible through wide open roads (as wide as they can be in Agra!).

The heat in the arguments from both ends rose to a palpable limit, with lots of strong words deployed, till the time I banged the phone down, in anger and disgust. In the same stroke, I went to Pizza Hut’s website and registered a complaint, mentally swearing off Pizza Hut for lifetime (though, honestly, my stomach and taste buds grumbled their protests – I really like their pizzas, however un-Italian they be!)

Two hours later, when I was quite cooled down, and had been satiated with a heavy lunch from their rival Dominoe’s Pizza, I received a call from Pizza Hut. It was their Asst. Manager – and in a meek voice he apologized for all that had happened. We spoke for some twenty minutes, in which he must have used the word ‘sorry’ some twenty thousand times. He offered to rectify the error and send the order away immediately. But I politely declined, as I was already full – and moreover, on my way to Delhi. He also requested me to visit their outlet sometime, and I vaguely agreed.

I had totally forgotten about the incident by the time I returned from my short but extremely relaxing weekend. Amidst a pile load of work, I received yet another call from Pizza Hut – this time, from their Manager. Once again, there were several rounds of apologies and he insisted that I visit their outlet – anytime convenient. Since he was quite pressing, and since I like Pizza Hut pizzas, and since I live alone and don’t mind a dinner out sometimes, I agreed!

At the designated hour, I reached their outlet. From the moment I entered their restaurant till the time I left, it was an evening befitting a royalty. The manager was there to apologise ( we had a drink together), the shift manager (with whom I had the argument) did the same, and the waiters were all on call at the slightest turn of my head! After a delightful meal (their new Indian Menu is simply outstanding!), when I asked for the bill, they refused the same. ‘It’s complimentary from our side!’ they gushed.

Whether it was the slight intoxication of the smooth Forster, or the luxury of having being served with such impeccable finesse, or the sheer respect for someone who has apologized enough ( I am in sales, and have met enough rude customers to know!), or the effect of the aroma-rich, tasteful food, whatever it was at that time I was ready to do anything they asked for – and that was (as the shift manager meekly, hesitatingly and fearfully requested for) a mail to state that I had enjoyed the evening (which I understood was an euphemism to say that I no longer bore a grudge against them).

I am not entirely unfamiliar with the service standards offered by various organisations. But after yesterday, Pizza Hut’s service quality stands heads and shoulders above many of the bests! To say I am impressed with their service is an understatement! It is way beyond that. And now I have resolved to always be their loyal customer (and my stomach and taste buds gurgle in delight!)

Next Update: December 07th, 2006 at 1800 Hrs IST titled “Eight”

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No, viagra approved no, gastritis no – this is not a review of Karan Razdan’s yet another forgettable click Aath-Shani. This is a tag that Juneli gave me. In this I have to inform who tagged me (which I have done), decease say eight things about me (which I will do shortly) and tag six people (which I will refrain from doing).

So here are eight things about me:

• I have two arms, and use them quite a lot
• I have ten fingers – five on each hand
• I have two legs, and generally walk on them
• I have one nose, that can smell pretty well
• I have two eyes, both perfect till now
• I have one mouth, and I try to keep it shut
• I have one…err, let’s leave it here
• Voila, I look, sound and act like a human being!

😛

 

Next Update– On 09.12.06 at 1800 Hrs, IST – “Ten Things I Miss About Nepal”
Don’t miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700Hrs- only  on this blog!

In my farewell post from Nepal, decease I had said I will someday surely re-visit my Nepal memories. These few days, I have been regularly visiting those memories, viewing at the snaps taken there and remembering small details which normally I thought I had forgotten. It is difficult to write down all the things, so I will just mention the top ten things that I miss in Nepal.

1. Mountains – When one is in the Himalayan land, the mountains are aplenty to view. Admittedly, I have a strong affinity towards these sturdy natural beauties that can be both awesome and awe-inspiring. Kathmandu is surrounded by a lush and dark green ring of mountains that seemed to be a benign guardian for the valley. Click here to read the first post on this topic alongwith my favorite hill-stations. Other than the mountains, another eye-pleasing sight is that of clouds, which seem to acquire a magnificently creative instinct. I haven’t seen any more beautiful formations anyplace else. In fact, my love to watch the shapes and size of clouds began when I started to click their snaps.

2. Kathmandu – Well, as a whole there is a quaint attraction in the city; its ruggedy criss-cross mesh of streets and old-fashioned houses, peppered with some forward-looking architecture, is a unique blend of old-worldly charm and modern utility. The city – if it stops growing now – is neither too big nor too small, the right size! Of course, being there one has to be perennialy in holiday-and-relaxed mode.

3. Banchha Ghar – A delightful old restaurant serving some lip-smackingly delicious (and exotic) snacks. Their cultural show, performed every evening by nubile Nepali girls, showcases the various dance forms prevalant in the country. They serve ‘Raakshi’, the homemade rice wine, in miniature ‘kulhads‘ as a welcome drink. I would have loved to make ‘raakshi‘ as a separate entry, but due to lack of space will include it here.

4. Thamel – If I add up the hours I stayed in Kathmandu, the ones spent roaming in Thamel will by far exceed anything else. This was a favorite haunt, especially on weekends, when I used to visit a couple of quaint and charming pubs and lounge-bar. The effect in them is imprinted deeply in my mind. And I sorely miss having beer there – it just isnt same in the antiseptic modern bars of Delhi or Agra! Thamel carries a perennial festive look, always brightly lit and attractively colored.

5. Nagarkot – If you want to see the best sunrise, you have to head for this tiny hill-station, just 45 minutes drive from Kathmandu. The sun’s first appearance – a tiny blob of molten gold – is a jaw dropping sight!

6. Festivals – The Nepalis definitely know how to celebrate and revel in festivals, something that we seem to have forgotten (Festivals in Delhi are just formalities, rather excuses to show who is richer than whom, than any genuine urge to celebrate community togetherness, religious significance or simply to let your hair down to have fun. At corporate level, they are merely pieces meant to further the manipulation game of gaining brownie points or downsizing unwanted elements). Here, I saw a genuine desire to break free from the routine and indulge in the pure unadulterated joy of celebration. Bada Dashain (or Dushhera) is their biggest one, and the entire valley erupted in an unanimous call of joy and visually into a riot of colors!

7. Monuments – It’s not for nothing that Kathmandu is called a living museum; it is a World Heritage Site, and the proof lies in the sheer number of tourist sites to visit – Pashupati Nath Mandir, Buddhaneelkantha, three Darbar Squares, Syambhu Stupa, Boudhanath Stupa, Indra Chowk and many more!

8. Devghat /Chitwan – Both the places have their own beauties. Since I travelled to both in the same trip, their memories are tightly intertwined. I still recall fondly the ride on the River in that rickety narrow canoe! In Chitwan, sighting a rhinoceros was a huge accomplishment.

9. Jai Nepal Cinema Hall – Yes, I remember this also because there was a small slice of time when I must have watched a film there every Sunday.

10. Finally, the last thing I will mention is the amount of free time I had to write all those stories. I have now re-read most of them, and as I did so, I tried to recall the days and the ways I wrote at that time; also, I marvel as to how I managed to pen them. Reading those comments at that time is a wonderful experience.

I recall, on a particularly dull day, I had wondered whether those days will ever form ‘memories’. Pri had assured that sure they would. Pri, you were so correct!

Dont miss to read – “Favorite Songs of 2006” on 31.12.06 at 1700 Hrs, only on this blog!

First the Updates to set the background:

Ever since my holidays started, this 24-hour seem too less for me. The ‘deafening silence’ I mentioned here was short-lived. Overall, salve taking stock of the first quarter 2006, it has gone by in a blur of frenzied activities leaving behind small islands of quietitude.

Well, coming back to my trip – it was, to summarize it in two words: sheer fun! I have developed a new-found crush for Delhi So I roamed its wide roads like a smitten lover marveling at its infrastructural advancements and beauties. One reason is that since I didn’t have to go to office, I naturally avoided rush-hour traffic, which is the city’s biggest bane.

My parents had to go to Ludhiana, Punjab for a cousin’s wedding. So, for most parts I was again alone there. But there was a difference – living alone in spartan bachelor’s accommodation in Kathmandu is a far cry from staying in a full-fledged furnished house!

Meeting friends was the key highlight. From the bloggers met Anz. Ashish was leaving the day I reached there, hence couldn’t meet him, but had a word with him over telephone. Other than this, there was some personal work to be done, which took up considerable amount of time. I have set a few things rolling – do await a major announcement here soon.

On return to Kathmandu, I was caught up with the visit of our marketing guy, G. For the regular readers G is not an unknown name – remember the guy whom I took to Belly Dance Bar? This time round I told him I will take him to a better one – X-bar at Sundhara. From what I have heard, there are ‘topless’ performances there. He was so psyched and scared that every evening he would have headache/body-ache or some such excuse ready with him.

Anyways, we hardly had any time because planned a trip to Bhairawaha and Butwal – two neighboring towns in west Nepal plains – hence, we pushed X-bar trip to Friday evening which we had kept relatively free.

There was nothing great about Bhairawaha-Butwal, and the visit was wholly official, so will skip the details. But all through there also, kept joking and dropping hints about X-Bar! From Friday morning onwards, G kept his ‘not well’ raga on, and it kept increasing as the day progressed (LOL). By the time evening came, he was not ready to be seen with me even!

From all my colleagues, G is the most chilled out one and I couldn’t have taken this sort of liberty with any one else; we share a great rapport, and for that I will give him the maximum credit.

Nagarkot Sunrise

In any case, we didn’t end up at X-bar (or Fusion Bar, the other name that had cropped up with similar reputation). But we decided to view the sunrise from Nagarkot on Saturday early morning. This meant leaving

Kathmandu as early as 4 am, which in turn translated to getting up at 3 am.

Nagarkot sunrise is one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. I had seen the sunset earlier (It also finds mention in Naman Geeta), but the sunrise beats it any day! The weather there was cool, and we managed to find a strategic viewpoint to watch it. We were early. And had to wait some while to see nature’s magic show! But it was worth the wait, especially since the sun’s vanguard -the light itself- spread out with mesmerizing effect, especially as it reflected off the pristine white snow of Lamangthan peak!

How do I even describe the sight that is so enchanting? First, the rays shoot out. And then the sun peeps out from behind the mountains. When the first time it’s seen, it looks as if God has placed molten gold atop the hill. And then He pulls out the disc, which is bright red and looks moist and soft. (More pics can be seen here).

Bhaktapur Durbar Square

On our way back, we stopped at Bhaktapur. The Durbar Squareis more open and much cleaner than the ones in Patan(Lalitpur) or Kathmandu. I had been here once ealier, but this time it was the early morning and the effect was very pure and very devotional (since the square has maximum temples and the pujas were on at that time).

With the year almost to an end, medications there aren’t many biggies lined up for the winter. Due to lack of anything else interesting happening with me lately, stuff I decided to pre-pone this list to now.

So, here we go…with the movies I enjoyed watching this year, in no particular order, barring the first one:

Lage Raho Munnabhai – I guess it is not too difficult to guess why this film takes the top position. Raj Kumar Hirani has brought back the charmingly simple style of Hrishida movies, moulded it to the modern context, weaved in a thoughtful message and created a masterpiece that is magnificently delightful and cozily dreamy.

Krrish – Agreed as a Super-man sort of film, it sagged severely, especially in the middle. Yet I feel it was a very valiant effort by the Roshans – and one that was fairly entertaining, even though one might feel cheated about the low screen time given to the super-hero. In addition, bringing in Rohit (from the prequel Koi Mil Gaya) was a terrific twist (and a well guarded secret).

Fanaa – This film received a lot of flak, yet with every passing bad review it seemed to have added one more zero in the producer’s bank account. I saw it again – twice over. And each time, I found the movie endearing, especially its sensitively handled second half. Moreover, I loved its graceful pace. Kajol’s presence gave it the requisite fillip to make it reach this list!

Malaamal Weekly – This year’s darkest horse – I dont think even Priyadarshan had imagined it would be clear cut hit. But one view of the movie, it is not difficult to fathom why. The movie is unpretentiously entertaining; and whatever it’s foreign sources be (for the story), in the end, it delivers a hilarious package that makes it ‘paisa vasool’. Om Puri and Paresh Rawal give a splendid performance.

Corporate – Ok, this one is not upto Page 3′s level, but I found Madhur Bhandarkar’s attempt to show the ruthlessly cut-throat corporate world very engrossing. There were some subtle moments that looked straight from the offices I have worked in.

36 China Town – Blame it on my soft-corner for whodunnits, Akshaye Khanna’s performances and Abbas Mustan’s taut directions, to place this film here. The comedy track was good, even though the mystery per se wasnt. And for once, I found Shahid and Kareena bearable together.

Pyaar Ke Side Effects / Khosla Ka Ghosla – It’s quite a tie here, since both are essentially similar conceptually – interesting storyline, modern style, comic, small budget and essentially more enjoyable at home than in theaters.

Of the two, Khosla Ka Ghosla is superior. Anupam Kher and Boman Irani give a rock-solid performance. The plot is more intricate than PKSE, and its presented in such a way that at one point you feel like thinking – yeah, this can happen too!

Amongst these low-budget ‘multiplex movies’ Bas Ek Pal barely missed entering the list, primarily because of its utterly shoddy denouement. It’s as if the director had this brilliant concept, but just didnt know how to take it forward.

Dor / Yun Hota Kya Hota – Again I am clubbing the two because of some obvious similarities – they were made with small budgets, had serious undertones, displayed human sensitivity, demonstrated some wonderful acting, were more character-driven than story-centric and brought out the best in Ayesha Takia! Yes, this girl surely has it in her to race ahead past her rivals where acting is concerned, and come to think of it, she is quite a looker as well. In Dor, she holds the film together with her fragile hands. The film is a strong feminist statement, often irreverent in its social messags, and yet without hammering the message unnecessarily. Another masterpiece from Nagesh Kukunnoor.

My standing ovation to Naseerudin Shah for Yun Hota Toh Kya Hota – four different lives merge towards one shattering climax. But the film’s real power lies in the presentation of each story – you feel the reality in every emotional strand of each character. Once again, Konkona delights!

Golmaal / Tom Dick And Harry / Phir Hera Pheri– For their zany slapstick humor; remove your brains and just indulge in pure paagalpan, with dollops of double entendres (in the first two) and eye-catching visuals. Perhaps I am the only person who found Hera Pheri ordinary, and the sequel far superior!

Vivaah – The critics screamed ‘regressive’ and rejected it, the masses yelled ‘traditional’ and embraced it. End result? The film is this year’s biggest surprise success. In between, the confused multiplex audience simply squirmed in discomfort looking back at stuff that they would have given the thumbs up only a few years back! Personally, I loved the movie as it gave a very warm feeling which is otherwise lacking in the normal world. Moreover, it managed to moisten the eyes towards it climax. Sooraj Barjatya returned to his traditional roots after his warped modern outing in Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon, and it was a handsome comeback. Though it lacked a fulsome family/friends scenario as seen in HAHK and Hum Saath Saath Hain, still all the key Barjatya ingredients were available – family outings and functions, shy romance, a bit of ched-chhad , a slice of negativity (that gets conquered eventually)- and, ‘deals’ with ‘foreign collaborators’ that would establish the young hero in business! Amrita Rao looked bashfully ravishing ( I have yet to see someone so beautiful in Mathura, although one can sight even Chhotis there). Though one missed Salman’s presence, Shahid fitted the bill well. And, as a busy but benign brother, Sameer Soni effectively stepped into the shoes of Mohnish Bahl (who made a small appearance towards the end).

The film is additionaly special because it was the first movie I saw in Agra at the newly opened Fun Cinemas Multiplex.

The ‘Theek Thaak’ Films List:

Hum Ko Deewana Kar Gaye – Raj Kanwar’s attempt to do a Yash Chopra was redeemed by Katrina’s refreshing and effervescent presence; and her on-screen chemistry with Akshay Kumar rocked. Beyond that, the film was just an average time-pass. The music was above average, though.

Jaan – E – Mann – The film had everything going for it – huge star cast, lavish production, decent music and a tried-and-tested love triangle formula. Yet, Shirish Kunder couldnt just pull it off. The end result was an inordinately long and tedious film. If it doesn’t enter my ‘hall of shame’ , it’s only due to the actors, music and Anupam Kher’s comedy.

Omkara – Vishal’s attempt to re-do Othello was brave, but it lacked the punch that his previous film Maqbool did. Partly because Othello is not a very strong play as such. Partly also because of wrong casting – neither is Kareena a woman to die for, nor is Vivek a man to be jealous of. The film fell flat! Frankly, I am tired of Ajay’s dour look passed off as ‘acting’.

Ahista Ahista – A sweet romance set in the backdrop of Old Delhi. Soha Ali and Abhay Deol breathed life into their portrayals of people brought together under unusual circumstances, grappling to find meaning within their relationship. The film was shorn off any extraneous glamour and forwarded the story in lavishly languid pace. Only, it lacked the lavishness in its production. Himesh’s music was a bore and didnt gel with the story.

Dil Diya Hai – Ok, I saw it in sheer boredom. But still I feel the film deserved more eyeballs than what it received. Director Aditya (Ashiq Banaya Aapne) Dutt took hold off a ‘different’ story altogether – so different that it ended up looking bizarre. Still, there was enough panache to keep viewers interest. Himesh’s ‘Jab se aankh ladi tere naal’ was good.

Gangster – The songs were good (and majority copied), the movie had good moments, but overall it was just okayish. Emraan Hashmi was damn irritating. And Kangana Ranaut’s diction was horrible (hope she has worked on this now). The movie was neither hard-hitting nor thought-provoking. It ended up being a depressing and whining account without much sunshine.

Anthony Kaun Hai – The film was quite stylized and Arshad Warsi gave a credible performance – not moving too far off from his Munnabhai image, yet not being restricted within it. Having missed Yahan, and not impressed by her miniscule role in Corporate, this film was my revelation of Minisha Lamba – she came across bubbly and vivacious , and at times reminded me of Priety Zinta from her Dil Se days.

The Killer – Compared to Gangster, this was a better attempt (or, let’s say, a better rip-off). The sharp and suave Irrfan Khan and the bumbling and bleating Emraan complemented each other. Personally, I found Killer’s music better than Gangster.

Baabul – There was something grossly missing in the film, which couldnt shuttle the sensitive theme to the higher orbit where one can raise the hands in ecstacy. Neither does the joyful first half raise hearty chuckles, nor does the sad second part wring tears from your eyes. In short, very average film. Strangely, for a film that deals with widow-remarriage, the biggest disconnect is that the widows character just doesn’t simmer with that deadly loss she has to undergo. Perhaps, Ravi Chopra should have toned down the gloss, and worked more on emotions. Of course, it is absolutely delightful to watch Amitabh Bachhan’s performance. Rani is good, but I fear there is a repetitiveness creeping in. Hema Malini defies age, and becomes more beautiful with each passing year. In this movie, her role is on the side-lines, hence the chemistry seen between AB and her (as seen in Baghbaan ) is quite lacking.

Dhoom -2 – This was the most awaited movie, and a decided bumper-hit even before it hit the theaters. To this, there was the masala over Hritik-Ash’s kiss that was splashed over several news channels. My views? Yes, the action is great, the thefts more daring, the look splendid, the sound design awesome, the chases breath-taking; yet, overall it just doesnt add up. The film simply overdoes it – and spoils the entire spontaneous fun that one had while watching the prequel. So much time is spent on the villain, and his emotions, that Abhishek Bachhan (and family) should have worried more on his wimp-like role than Ash’s bewafaai due to the kiss (which is nothing much, and would have ordinarily gone unnoticed but for the lead pair involved). Which also brings in the more pricky question about today’s morality – why are villains getting shinier and brighter, so much so that when Hritik and Abhi have a face-off at the cliff, inthe climax, one almost wants the thief to win! (At least, in this film, there is some redemption, but in Don, even that is not given- which was not the case even in the angst-ridden, anti-hero studded seventies, when the original film was released.) The music was bad. And can someone tell me what Bipasha Basu was doing in this film -either as the cop, or as the Brazilian beauty!

The ‘Undecided List’ – As ever I have a couple of movies, that are so larger-than-life, that slotting them in any list doesnt work. So, I call them an undecided list, or rather an ‘extension’ of the ‘theek-thaak list’. This year, there are two such big films:

Umraao Jaan– Ok, the movie was way off the mark, especially in its authenticity. Agreed, Abhishek Bachchan looked bored and tired. Yes, Aishwarya Rai couldnt measure up to Rekha’s performance in the eighties version (Frankly, no one expected Aish to do so). So, why in this list, and not in the bad ones! Simply because, like when everything is right and the film doesnt do good, same is the reverse true – individually, everything is wrong, yet in entirety the film was quite watchable and didnt overtly bore me or make me run for the fast forward button. Thus, it’s here in the ‘theek-thaak’ list.

Don – Thank you Moon Cable and Sony, for showing the original days after the release of the newer version – you only helped me revive strong childhood memories associated with the older film; Amitabh Bachchan rocked in that film! The new version is suitably upgraded, with twists added, but wher ethe main character is concerned, sorry SRK, howsoever much I like you, AB’s Don was way way ahead of you. The only reason I am undecided and not immediately slotted it inthe ‘Hall of Shame’ is the immense praise that I have read about the film – so , I want to see it again and decide then, and I’ll watch it after some months, when the effect of AB’s superlative performance has worn off.

This is my list. So what’s yours?

Updated on 27.12.2006

Four films that I should have mentioned but missed out in the ‘theek thaak’ list are:

Taxi No. 9211 – A fairly entertaining and racy film by Milan Luthria. The story takes place in a day, and holds the audience attention. The short length was an added advantage.

Being Cyrus – A dark film made using the neo-modern grammar of film making. The film had a few good high points, including an interesting performance by Saif Ali Khan. However, sadly, Dimple disappointed with her hyper-act.

Zinda – Brutal and blunt, the film didnt bore, though of course it made you wince several imes during the show. Full review here.

Kalyug – Quite an insightful and interesting film. Kaushie did a nice review – read here.

Updated on 28.12.06

Kabul Express – Will go under ‘Movies That I Enjoyed’ – a new subject, a good treatment, and some delectable cinematography makes the film a winner.

Bhagam Bhaag – Will go under ‘Theek thaak list’ – masti with mystery, the film has all the Priyadarshan elements. Funny at places, a no-holds barred climax, and good acting by all. However, what it lacks is that punch which made Hungama a re-watchable film anytime. Wonder if Priyadarshan is losing his touch, or is the prolificity getting him!

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Yesterday, buy more about spent some more time on the rough and rugged Western U.P. roads – this time on the outskirts of Aligarh. The road from Agra to Aligarh seems to worsen with each visit (it seems they are re-building the road and replacing it with a cemented one; but by the way things are moving, it looks it would be another decade before they complete it!) The ride shook, stirred, moved, hurtled and swung me around in the terribly uncomfortable Maruti Van, which our taxi provider had sent in lieu of the usual (and more comfortable) Indica.

The list:

Palla Sallu – A small village, just outside of Aligarh city limits, on the main G.T. Road (leading to Delhi via Khurja, Bulandhshahar and Khurja).

Gabhana – A highway small town – dusty and dirty.

Chandaus – (Pron. – the ‘d’ is to be pronounced as in ‘dark’) – We nearly missed the turn here. Travelling on the smooth G T Road was a delight, but the passing milestones warned that we would be in Khurja (Distt. Bulandshahar) soon. Since we knew that Chandaus was in Aligarh distt. only, we tried to keep vigil. But the turn was extremely narrow and we missed it by a few meters. Thankfully, it was a signboard for Radha Saomi Satsang that gave us an inkling that we had crossed the crucial turn.

The road to Chandaus (turn left from G.T. Road at Duaraou) was bad. Nay, it was atrocious. A narrow single lane that curved its way through fields and shanties, full of bumps and potholes, animals straying and children playing, rushing cyclists and slowing bullock carts! A deemed semi-rural development block, the only noteworthy thing here was the presence of a cluster of mobile telephony towers.

Pisawa – This was our final destination – some nine kilometers ahead of Chandaus, on the same narrow road. Pisawa is a sandy, brown and dull kasba. Earlier on it was a ‘riyasat‘, and the fort still exists – now used by the descendants for their use of rearing racing horses (as told by a bunch of locals). Being a private property, obviously we had no access to it. Here, the mobile service also died.

The Breakdown 

On our return trip, from Aligarh to Agra, after crossing another hamlet (Sadabad), our car whined to a jerky halt. It was an LPG kit model, and the driver informed that ‘gas thandi pad gayi’. As expected, he had no reserve petrol, and we were in the middle of nowhere, with no petrol pump in visible sight. While the driver tried to heat up the dispassionate and cold gas and make it work, we stepped out into the pitch darkness. It was chilly. 

The driver’s attempt to revive the car was futile, and he seemed to have screwed the starter enough. Quite comically, he tried to shake and stir the cylinder – with so much of play, I am sure even Aishwarya Rai would have heated up, but not this car! So, he set out to a nearby village to get some petrol.

We stood in the darkness, shivering. I looked around. The fields lay open. An abandoned well was nearby. The road stretched endlessly on both sides. The traffic was low. The wind was picking up. The moon was missing. A dog howled nearby. It was the 13th, if not a Friday.

And the only song I could think of humming was the ominous ‘Gumnaam hai koi…‘

My colleague was ready to strangle me!

 

These are movies that either promised more, case or had huge budgets and big star-casts. I have purposely left out films like ‘Ek Se Mera Kya Hogaa’ that were doomed to bite the dust!

Rang De Basanti – The biggest disappointment. A patchy, uneven, disjointed, noisy, pretentious and juvenile film. It offered no tangible solution either for humanity (in general) or for India (in particular). In fact, it catered to the base and perverse human urge to kill someone who has wronged you. It’s ok to violently proclaim that ‘i will kill the person’ in a fit of anger, but that doesnt mean one executes the threat. This is not the behaviour what mature human civilized exhibit. The parallel to Indian freedom movement was ill-placed and utter nonsense. Anyways, I will refrain to say anything more here. Enough has been said, argued and counter-argued when I first wrote its review. Read it here. Sigh, another bad entry at the Oscars!

Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna – Karan Johar’s first self confessed attempt at ‘maturity’ was a dull, despondent and disastrous film, which dragged on and on endlessly. It resembled the serials prolifilating on television – bored housewives lusting after other’s husbands under the grand chhatrachhaya of Indian marriage and mangalsutra; wimpish men, who are either too bitter or too sweet;and, bucket ful of copious tears that drown the flimsy script; even the gawdy gloss matched. The music was boring. SRK lent some cheer as a character that could have been real, but was shunted irresponsibly by Karan to the other extreme from SRK’s otherwise screen-persona. The only bright sunshine remained Amitabh Bachhan, who lent grace and fun to this tedious affair.

Aap Ki Khatir – It’s like the rag the dog pulled out from a god-forsaken attic. Stale and tattered, the film was a big yawn evoking fare.

Ankahee – Enough of Bhatt-styled mentally disturbed and manic-depressed characters. Morose and melancholic, it lacks any escape for respite. For the same reason, I avoided Woh Lamhe! Both films have good music, though.

Utthaan – Another example of how to spoil a good story with indifferent direction. The twist could have been earth shattering bang, but is in reality a whimper not even loud enough to wake you up from the nap that you take during the film. Surprise factor? Neha Dhupia doesn’t bare at all, which makes you feel sad since it was better when she bared all!

Apna Sapna Money Money – I missed this on theatres; but didnt want to spoil it by watching only on small screen. So, with help of borrowed projector, I saw it at home deriving full theater benefits. I was expecting another Kya Kool Hai Hum; alas, the film is a gigantic bore – and only Riteish Deshmukh is the bright star that saves the film from total darkness. But still, the disappointment didnt fully dissipate, hence placed in this list.

Bas Ek Pal – I was in two minds about this film. It could have been placed in the ‘theek thaak’ list. But on second view I saw the glaring errors in its script – a loose and haphazard one, that moves from a compelling jail account to a wishy washy tale of love and betrayal, interspersed with notions of wife-bashing. The movie has a rivetting first half. But the second one wastes away the grand build-up. Director Onir (who made the sensitive My Brother Nikhil) doesnt live up to the expectations. As ever, Juhi Chawla and Sanjay Suri delight. Jimmy Shergill is good too. Urmila disappoints.

Chingaari – Umm, err… was this really a film? Crass, coarse and chaotic, the film was a long string of dreadful scenes put together. Sadly, it didnt nothing to alleviate the pain or elevate the stature of prostitutes.

Teesri Aankh – If you can take it as a laughter inducing exercise, enjoy the film. Per se, the movie had nothing going for it. Sunny Deol shouted his lungs hoarse, and only added to the pain. Full review here

Naksha – Another Sunny Deol flick that was outlandishly bizarre and bakwaas! As an actor, he needs to seriously re-think where he is headed.

Chup Chup Ke – Priyadarshan severely lost his touch with this one. The color coordinated costumes were eye pleasing; wish they had coordinated the script as well!

Jaane Hoga Kya – Even Bipasha Basu would burn this off with the next available beedi from her resume. The clone-saga provided inadvertant humor, but that’s about it. Original review available here.

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It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and but some days back I was again on the drive. This time, prostate we were on the stretch between Agra and Firozabad, which falls within Agra District – or so we thought.

Just for formalities sake, allow me to list out the towns/villages we crossed; of course, interspersed with a few incidents that made it possible for this post to be written.

Kuberpur – Wherever the goddamn village is, the office we wanted to visit was thankfully on NH2, leading to Firozabad (yeah, the same place famous for its bangles and glass works). The cold cemented floor, and cobweb laden dirty walls inside the office werent much of a welcome anyways. But we panicked full time when we saw a thousand people (ok, I exaggerate – discount ten percent here or there) clamouring over one hapless employee, who was trying to do ten thousand things (I exaggerate again, but discount ten percent here or there) at the same time. Despite winters, the smell of sweat and human skin was overwhelming, but we managed a feeble smile towards the official, who tried to shake hands with us over the crowd and babel of voices; the official murmured a hundred thousand apologies (I exaggerate…but you get the point by now). We genuinely understood!

Etmadpur – This was just a few kilometers ahead on the highway. However, to enter the village, we had to get off it, on to a now-familiar dusty and narrow road. Our destination was bang in the middle of a crowded street, that lined odd shops, with cyclists covering the entire stretch. We parked my car, and got off.

Curious faces stared back at us, and I felt oddly uncomfortable to be looked at like this. “Why are they staring as if we had just escaped a zoo?” I murmured to my colleague. “Well, tie waale, patte-waale jaanwar kam hi dekhne ko milte honge yahan” he retorted wryly. I didn’t take off the tie, but discreetly placed the ‘patta‘ (our company’s ID-card) inside the pocket.

From this stretch began the real adventure. And thanx to Idea Mobile. Well, almost. It was Idea’s locator that flashed ‘Barhan Crssng’ on my cell-phone, which made me curious to ask about its distance from Etmadpur.

Barhan – To me now any road in U.P. interior is the same. The stretch to Barhan was no different, either in its ‘comfort’ or topography, to the ones that I had traveled earlier while going to Achnera, Kagarole or Kirawali. Barhan is a sandy village, with brown mud buildings – a small, rain-water-filled, by-default formed pond ran alongside the railway track, which pointed to something as high-sounding as ‘Barhan Junction’.

Khaanda – At Barhan, we had enquired on the few other places that we could visit on this route. Khanda was a bit further on and then there was Jalesar, our aquaintance informed. So off we were to Khaanda. The road was a bit better, but as often with these villages, they are never on the good roads. So, soon we had to depart the ‘highway’ and get onto a small road that led to this village.

“Err…I hope we are on track” I remarked, when we had been shaken enough. My colleague (let’s call him Ajeet, for nomenclature ease) tried to read some illegible address on a tin shanty.

“Why dont you ask her?” I teased, as a lady passed by.

“You want me to get killed! Dont you see the foot long ghoonghat she is in” Ajeet replied, visibly horrified at my suggestion.  

A few meters later, it was confirmed we were in Khanda – but whosoever we asked, gave a vague direction towards the office we had to visit. So as vaguely we got the instructions, so did we go. And ended up in a huge courtyard full of goats, and lazing elderly gentlemen, who viewed my dust-laden once-upon-a-white Santro disinterestingly.

“I am sure we are on the wrong way” I hissed beneath my breath, as the royal animals grazed the sides of my car and leisurely passed around it.

With difficulty, I managed to maneuver the car out from that sandy courtyard, and finally stopped a sensible-looking gentleman, and firmly asked for the directions.

“Galat ho” he said. “Main road se, bamba kinaare jaana tha.”

The man was gesturing back towards the highway again. Since Ajeet is from Agra, I thought he would have understood the local dialect, but after a few seconds to my dismay, I found him stammering, “B..bamba kinaare?”

“Jee, bamba kinaare!” The man asserted again.

“Ummm…err…yeh bamba kya hota hai?”

Now, the man was clearly lost. With his hands straight and moving in parallel motion, he said, “Bamba…yaani, paani…naala…naala kinare”

How simple! And we tucked away between us one new word in our vocabulary.

Jalesar – “It’s just 21 kilometers” I remarked, when we had finished off with Khaanda. Ajeet was apprehensive in going towards Jalesar. But I argued that we still had some time in hand, plus (as the official earlier had pointed out) there was a direct route back to Agra, and of course 21 kilometers is never ‘far away’ for us Delhiites. I shouldnt have spoken. Because, barely five kilometers on, the road vanished and all we had were potholes, and stones, and sand, and grime, as my poor Santro wove its way towards Jalesar – which wasnt (to our horrific discovery) in Agra even. It fell within Etah District.

At a particulary bad stretch, the car shook so hard that suddenly out from nowhere, Asha Bhonsle started to assert ‘Aaj main khush hoon’*.

Terrified, we both jumped out our skin! For that split second, when the silence was rudely cut by her voice, we were frightened.

Now, I admit I am a bigger fan of her sister’s but that didn’t give Ashaji the right to laugh at my plight, and get happy about it too.

Since Ajeet was shaken too, surely this wasn’t just my imagination. I eyed the culprit – the car stereo had switched on, on its own.

“Tera haath laga hoga,” I told Ajeet.

“Arre nahi baba. My hand was far off,” he defended himself.

The Mystery of Automatic Stereo Power On would have lingered on for sometime, but the road gave us ample opportunity to solve it. The bumps were so hard that they somehow started the power of the system!

We reached Jalesar in one piece, and almost at our wit’s end, and the day’s too.

Jalesar is a town, and a pretty large one, since we got quite lost in its maze of streets and alleyways, and an array of markets. If you care to ever go there, make sure you make the roundabout with a statue as your fulcrum point – everything seems to originate or end there.

(We were shattered to learn there was after all no direct route to Agra, and if we had to reach back home, there were only two alternatives available – either take the same road that we had come through, which wasn’t advisable from security point of view. Or, go through Sadabad – which is some 28 kms from Jalesar – and then move on to Agra. Anyone who has read these pieces earlier would know that Sadabad (in Hathras distt.) falls on the same ‘road-less’ Aligarh route, and is the biggest bane of my current travelling!)

*Aaj mai khush hoon lo tum hi bolo kyun, from Grahan; Music- Karthik Raja; Singers – Asha Bhonsle, Jolly Mukherjee

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Seven

I was a bit perplexed to hear the nurse announce Vineeta’s name. I was not mentally prepared to meet her, grip mainly because I had suspected her to be the enemy whereas she had proven to be an ally. Yet, buy information pills there was a curiosity to know how she had managed it. And where had I gone wrong in my judgment?

She entered the room with a strong whiff of perfume. Perhaps, unhealthy Chanel, I thought as she would have informed, had we been in college. But today, I found her very different from the air-headed fool that I believed her to be. For one, she wore a salvar suit. Having seen her mostly in low-waist jeans, this was a marked change but for the better. The suit made her look even more attractive, and it fit wonderfully on her tall and lissome frame.

She walked across the room, hesitant and unsure, and I pointed towards the chair next to the bed, for her to sit. She sat gingerly, groping to begin the conversation. In that moment, I looked at her closely, and felt horrified at my own self for hating her so much.

“I am sorry,” she began.

“I should be sorry,” I interrupted. “And honestly, I am sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s nothing. Anyone would have thought what you did about me and Ashish,” she said, with a tinge of contempt at the name. “And that exactly was my plan!”

“But when did all this start? And why?”

“It started when Vasu spread the news about Smita’s pregnancy with obvious glee and malice,” she started.

But I stopped her mid-way. “Vasu?” I asked, shocked. So Vasu was the traitor in the class; that unknown friend of Ashish.

“Yes, Vasu,” she reiterated. “From then on, I don’t know why but I really felt bad for Smita and angry at Ashish. It wasn’t fair. So, I thought of getting back on Ashish… no clear plan to send him to jail, but at least to humiliate him enough so that he doesn’t play around again with a girl’s emotions. I knew he had flipped for me long time back. He had also sent some feelers through a common friend even as he was going around with Smita. He had been two-timing her for a long time. Anyways, I had ignored him then and had tried to drill some sense into Smita, but she took it otherwise and thought I was jealous of her. Also, just before this thing spread, and probably even before you came to know of it, one day I overheard Vasu and Ashish talking in the auditorium. They thought they were alone, but I heard them full and clear. Ashish was jittery about Smita’s pregnancy, and was asking a solution from Vasu. So, Vasu advised him to flatly deny his involvement, refuse to acknowledge Smita and devised this huge plan of spreading the rumor in the class, to humiliate Smita and drop enough hints to implicate you.”

“But why would Vasu want to humiliate Smita?”

“Remember the huge misunderstanding they had some months back. Apparently, Vasu hadn’t forgotten that and wanted to get back at her. It sounds silly alright, but that’s what he told Ashish. I think he is not the kind who can easily forgive or forget. Since, Vasu was never really pally with me, so I guess it was easy for him to pass the blame of ‘rumour-monger’ on to me.”

I was aghast and speechless.

“It was easy to make Ashish fall for me. He was already interested, plus he has an overactive libido, which I used to my full advantage. When things started getting a bit serious, I panicked. At that point, I took my mamaji, who is in police, in confidence. The day you beat Ashish up was an ideal day to execute the small plan we had made. I took him to our Mehrauli farm-house, and ensured that mamaji was fully informed. By the time we reached the place, I could see two familiar policemen, in plain-clothes near the farm. Ashish was terribly wounded you really beat him to a pulp, so he couldn’t have seen anything or anyone. There, I nursed him, and when, in the evening, he tried to be overtly romantic, I raised an alarm. The police rushed in, and nabbed him.”

There was a certain amount of maturity and intelligence on her face, which had otherwise always been quite expressionless. The softness had given way to determination, which lent an elderly hue to her face. Or perhaps, my eyes had always been curtained by silly enmity, which had blinded me to her obvious positives. I was dumbfounded at what she had done, the enormity of the act and the courage in going through with it.

“You are a genius, Vineeta!” I gushed, “you really bit him like a scorpion.”

“Don’t forget, I am a Scorpio by Zodiac,” she laughed. And I found the soft stream like naughtiness in the laughter very assuring and endearing.

“Vasu, Vasu! I can’t believe he was such a bastard! But what should he have against me?”

She shrugged. “Really can’t say. I guess he dislikes you because you are so close to Smita.”

“And the other day, I was at his place, asking for his help to sort out this mess.” I remembered what he had said that day, ‘Accept the child’ and when I had asked about Ashish, he had replied, ‘Leave him’. Of course, he wanted me not to mess with Ashish, and accept the child so that his friend could be free from blame. Damn sweet of him , indeed, I thought sarcastically! Only, I was thinking of accepting the child with another motive. He had wonderfully played on my emotion.

“Appearances can be deceptive,” remarked Vineeta.

“I wish people would show their enmity right at your face, rather than attacking from behind. It hurts.”

“I know. You were pretty open in showing your enmity towards me.”

“I am sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

“It’s ok, I know where you were coming from, and you are right it is the clarity in emotions while dealing with people that is important,” she said. She turned her attention to the flowers on the side table. “These are so awesome and wonderful!”

She raised her arm to touch them. “Yep. Smita got them,” I informed. For a sliver of a second, I thought I saw her arm hesitate, before touching them tenderly. I felt warmth exuding from her, something that I hadn’t expected to feel, at least not from her.

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I was to stay under observation for a few more days in the hospital, Dr. Chatterjee informed. I groaned. I was sick of being there, and wanted to move out. There was nothing to do, except read magazines, which dad had brought, and sleep. The routine was awfully boring. It was terrible to be fooling around in the hospital bed when the whole world was on the move. All that while, what I could really do is think, think and think more, till the time my mind was sore. I wanted to move out and do something – something that the world would be proud of, something that my parents could be proud of. Honestly, I had no idea what it would be. But I thought, let me first get out of this goddamn room!

Vishal, Sugandha, Saina and Shilpa came to meet. But the most surprising visit was of Prof. Arora. It was an awkward meeting, but this time the tables had turned. He was the one who was nervous and kept on repeating his apology. I believed him when he said that ‘family ties had blinded my eyes’. It was expected, and I held no grudge against him. “And yes, you are on for my tutorial class,” he offered, as a parting gift. I was pleased.

I had realized the hard way that all of us make mistakes, misunderstanding each other due to various circumstances and guises. Smita couldn’t see through Ashish. Hell, I couldn’t understand the people I met daily – Vasu and Vineeta!

Smita and Vineeta made a second round of visits a couple of days later together. It was odd seeing them enter like old friends. All this while, an invisible wall of rivalry had kept the two apart. Perhaps, some good had come from all the scandal in college: it broke the ice between them.

Smita looked relaxed and much better than she had been. She sat on the chair, while Vineeta moved towards the window.

“Wow, the lawn is so wonderful and awesome!” remarked Vineeta. It was. But since I had seen it enough, I was pretty bored with it.

“Tomorrow I will be free from this,” Smita said, her eyes pointing towards her abdomen.

Vineeta looked at her and then at me, and with a reassuring smile said, “Don’t worry. It will be fine. I will go with her.”

Smita smiled back. “Thanks a bunch.”

“But have you thought of what to do after that,” Vineeta asked her, and her eyes indicated me. I was very uncomfortable, and wished she hadn’t brought it up. But in a way, I was happy. Maybe Smita would have reached a positive decision.

Smita didn’t reply immediately. “Yes. I have thought a lot but couldn’t reach any decision,” she replied eventually. I saw my hopes crumble. Turning to me, she said, “Dinesh, you are a great friend. But anything more would just be a compromise.”

“At least it will be with a person who loves you,” whispered Vineeta, her eyes lowered, and she turned away to look out of the window.

Smita nodded, but didn’t say anything. Vineeta had to meet her Mamaji regarding some affidavits about the case, and she left soon. Smita stayed on.

“You know she has feelings for you,” she said. My eyes bulged out, my jaw landed on the bed and I nearly toppled from the bed.

“What?”

“Yes. She just told me while coming here.”

My mind was whirring and in a turmoil. “But… but I haven’t thought about her like that!”

“Neither have I thought about you like that,” said Smita, quietly.

I started to speak, but became conscious that I had nothing to say. In any case, I think it was best to keep quiet, for a change!

“It’s ok, Dinesh. I think Vineeta was sort of correct. I might accept the compromise. But allow me some more time, please. Maybe it will work out.”

When she had left, I was again left with my thoughts a new set of them, pouncing and prancing on my innards. This was impossible. Had Smita been mistaken? But no, she said that Vineeta had herself expressed her feelings. In all this, I finally realized how Smita must have felt when I proposed to her.

Suddenly, I was unsure. And more than Smita, I realized I had to make one firm and final decision.

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Today, fifteen years have passed since that scandal in college. In these fifteen years, I didn’t get time to think much about it. You know, how it is – college was over soon, and then MBA, then the jobs. Time became a casualty, friends drifted apart, and over the years, even that incident looked so trivial and blown out of proportion. It seemed we had nothing better to do than think about romantic liaisons and got serious about the slightest things.

However, last night I saw a new Bollywood release – very maudlin one, but there was one thought in it, which stuck on and pried open the entire can of memories. In the film, the heroine states “Mai rishton mein milawat nahi karrti” ; loosely translated it means that ‘she didn’t adulterate her relationships’- a friend and a lover are two different entities . So much like Smita, no?

Hence, all the past skeletons came crashing out. I came home from the multiplex, and immediately started to pen this story.

Like what happened to the film’s characters, sometimes circumstances and destiny force you to mix emotions. And often, the result can be extremely satisfying. That’s my personal experience. I wish I could meet Vishal again and tell him that my bookish philosophy has also worked very well.

As for me, let me sign off now – life has been great, or as my wife would say, it has been ‘wonderful and awesome’!

The End

Edited By Priyangini Mehta
Disclaimer – The story is a work of fiction; all characters and events are imaginary; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Every year there are some innovative and hilariously titled films released; when Filmfare releases the list for its award nominations, treat I always go through the list to have a hearty laugh at them. This year, hair these are the titles that caught my attention, alongwith some of my comments.

Abhi Toh Raat Hai – Okay, I reckon a lot will happen in this night
Bajrang – He Man – Uh oh, where are the Bajrang Dal and VHP people?
Bepardah – Cover it up fast!
Betrayal – That was a name of my story once. I disown the title now!
Bheega Badan – Source of wet wet wet dreams!
Bikaau – Doesn’t seem to have sold anywhere
Bipasha- The Black Beauty – I wonder if Bipasha Basu should be amused or angry at this one!
Ek Se Mera Kya Hoga – With that DVD cover, Payal Rohtagi, I believe you – ek se tera vaakay kya hoga! Gets my ‘Most Outlandish Title Award’
Ek Zakham-The Blast – Get a Hindi-English lexicon, dude!
Galtiyan-The Mistake – Perhaps the film itself is one big mistake!
Free Entry – I’d stick to No Entry only.
Haseena – Smart, Sexy, Dangerous – Bizarre and Weird, as well.
Hot Girl – Ouch! Call the Burnol guys fast!
Hot Malaika – I can almost feel Arbaaz getting heated up in anger!
Iqraar – By Chance – No chance of watching this one, for sure!
Kaamwaali – ‘maid’ for disaster!
Love in Japan – Hope Sonu Nigam is not in this one too, after his outing in Nepal!
Madhubala – Ho hum, they don’t leave the yesteryear actresses as well, do they!
Maharani – Very very ‘queen’-y!
Main Hoon Rakhwala – but I ain’t trusting him!
Manoranjan-The Entertainment – Not too difficult to imagine of what sort!
Men Not Allowed – I bet only men would have gone to see this one (If I am not too mistaken, his too starred Payal Rohatgi)
Naughty Boy – get disciplined soon, buddy!
No Parking – What’s with these traffic sign named films!
Radha Ne Mala Japi Shaam Ki – And SDB squirmed in his grave, or wherever he is, at this!
Shaitan Ki Premika– LOL, this one takes the cake and the bakery! Wish they had added a tagline to the effect “A Sublime Love Story” 😛
Tera Pati Mera Pyaar – How bold – Ekta Kapoor take note, your ideas are getting stolen!
The Angrez – deport him fast!
The Real Dream Girl – Poor Hema Malini, there is a contender for her title as well!
Yeh Hai U Turn – Err, is the traffic department sponsoring films these days?

So, how many of these have you seen?

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
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2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
So, buy more about
2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

Madhur Bhandarkar attempts a true blue musical in his film on glamour and the glamorous; for this, viagra 40mg
he has unexpectedly chosen a relatively new Shamir Tandon, page
rather than rely on an established name in the industry. Tandon has earlier given us a few bloopers in Rakth.

The cover proudly proclaims ‘a complete album’ and gives us the photos of the singers, instead of the in-film stills as is norm. On the first, I have my reservations. On the second, it is justified; especially, if you have singers ranging from Lata Mangeshkar to Asha Bhosle to Adnan Sami to Suresh Wadkar…the cover asserts that it is a singer dominated album- and that makes Tandon’s life considerably easier!

Well, to be honest, the album is good in parts. And, the best parts are the opening and the closing tracks! No, this is not meant to be a funny line thrown in, but a genuine fact.

Let’s start from the end: Asha Bhonsle’s Huzoor – e- aala is smooth and silky, and the crooner sounds young, hot and in the groove. Of course, the ditty is built around the old OP Nayyar songs, but thankfully, is not a rehash or remix or an absolute copy! It is original in its own right, and very hummable. One thing though, the song is labeled as ‘Bonus track’- when Yash Chopra gave those two numbers in Veer Zaara CD, the songs parted ways from the film’s music while retaining the same
flavor; unfortunately, Huzoor-e-aala sounds too situational to be a stand-alone number.

Amit Kumar (bless him, where has he been all these years?) croons Filmi very filmi with full verve and vivaciousness that would make his father proud! Like the Naseeb song (John Jaani Janardhan), lyricist Sandeep Nath has fun in weaving in names of today’s top notch stars. He is accompanied (rather, irritated) by Blaaze and Taanishta Chatterjee.

Though Adnan Sami has started to sound the same with the trademark curls and curves (I am talking about his voice, sillies) the song Mere wajood mein is quite well tuned and well orchestrated too. Unfortunately, the song is too ‘masculine’ in its composition for Sadhna Sargam to do any justice in the female version. The inlay card tells us this song is not there in the film; if so, then, why did they make her sound like twisted kurkures?

The two rock and growl numbers Lets Dance and Jhoot Boliyan are best enjoyed in the discotheques, so suffice to say they are foot tapping but no paths broken by them! These are ‘tired’ and tested numbers and will scuttle up and down the middle orders of the charts.

So, I shall jump straight on to the top of the heap, and the best part of the album, which makes spending Rs 100 on the CD absolutely worthwhile – Lata Mangeshkar’s Kitne ajeeb rishte hai yahan pe… of course, Lata, as ever, sounds marvelously mellow and syrupy sweet; especially, it is (once more) a revelation to hear her go base at the beginning of each antara taking it steadily up to a breathtaking crescendo. This one song in itself can serve a lesson to all aspiring singers. Sounding a bit like a seventies
creation, the song is easy on the lips (such philosophical theme songs can often be too heavy to digest) with good music and rhythm. The backup vocals (not credited in this version, but done so in the male one) are by Vivienne Pocha and Pankaj Saroagi, and provide able support. I have not stopped humming it since the day I heard it. And, it does have poignant and meaningful lyrics. In all, a very satisfying song!

The sad version (Lata Mangeshkar) is well…sad! Too bad Tandon botched up completely there. The male version by Suresh Wadkar is redundant; more so, as the cover tells us, sadistically again, that it is not there in the film.

Before ending, one small note: Sapna Awasthi springs up from oblivion and raucously threatens Kuan ma kood jaaoongi…my suggestion: by all means, help yourself, lady! Who’s stopping you?

Overall: A Good Buy

The Times of India (Dated 17.12.06) carried a full page article on how music has returned in Hindi films. It praised the new sounds, prostate and even commended on the use of Urdu in few songs.

I disagree.

Yes, what is ed the sounds are new, the rhythms are different, but what happens to listeners like me who still prefer their Bollywood music to sound ‘filmi’ and traditional, and who still swear by the grammar promoted by Shankar-Jaikishan and Madan Mohan? I want to hear music that sounds like Hindi film soundtrack, and not a clone of Indian/South Asian/Arabian/Malaysian pop album!

Today’s music is so ‘youth-centric’ that I feel cheated and sorely left out. To this, I feel it is more ‘metro youth-centric’ than representing the whole strata of that generation. A few years back the films began to be so NRI and metro-centric, that an entire (and a profitable) belt in Bihar felt embittered, and turned to Bhojpuri films (and led to its revival). Perhaps, such a churning is now required in Hindi songs (and films).

Another disturbing fact is the songs’ low shelf life. Last year’s chart-scorcher, ‘Kajra re‘, is already on its way to ‘Bhoole Bisre’ Songs. ‘Dus Bahane’ is passé. ‘Ankhiya na maar bairi‘ is tossed in time’s cruel rubbish bin.

The same holds true for the composers. Shankar-Ehsan-Loy came with a bang, yet a few years in the industry, they are able to proffer only dull recycled tunes in KANK and Don. Vishal-Shekhar, whom the music know-alls crowned the new face of Indian film music, and a successor to R D Burman’s throne, are already wash-outs. And does anyone even remember Sandeep Chowta and Anand Raj Anand now?

As for the Urdu sprinkled in between the song, it is nothing but to encash on ‘unfamiliar’ words/sounds rather than any genuine love for the language. Else, whether it is ‘hibakki’ or any other Urdu (or Hindi, Tamil, Arabic) word it doesn’t make any difference to the so called composers, as long as it fits into their rhythm and can be repeated with ease!

My next big complaint against today’s music is that why have a celebrated wordsmith (for example Gulzar in Guru) when the singers end up chewing the lyrics and the music drowning the thoughts with their din! It’s ok to experiment with new voices, but at least ensure they know basic Hindi. In Maiya maiya from this film, what is that whiny foreign voice singing? I can’t make head or tail of it!

Of course, in the larger context, the singers themselves are to be blamed too – most have wrong dictions and awful pronunciations. There was a time when Lataji , Ashaji or Rafi saab and Kishore da sang and each word was crystal clear – often, they made a terrible lyric sound grand. But now, the reverse is happening. Even good lyrics are pulled into mediocrity by erroneous singing.

2006 was a musically dull year because of another fact – Lata Mangeshkar didn’t have a single release (Rang De Basanti’s audio was out in 2005). As a corollary, the list which you see below is devoid of any personal bias, and perhaps the best that I could do, given the dry and arid times.

So here are the few songs which I liked, in no particular order:-

Mujhe haq hai (Vivaah) – I am not fond of Ravindra Jain’s music; it lacks the punch that makes the heart flutter. So I was very wary of Barjatya’s choice of composer for what can be called his ‘come-back’ film, after the massive disaster Mai Prem Ki Deewani Hoon. Though Vivah’s music is overall average, ‘Mujhe haq hai’ is outstandingly shimmering. The naturally flowing tune ripples over the effortless lyrics with spontaneous ease. The tight arrangements and the flowing counter-music convincingly capture the urgency of lovers meeting in shy hesitancy on the roof-tops, away from the elders’ prying eyes. The pace and rhythm is extremely soft and sensitive. Both Udit and Shreya excel (This was Shreya Ghoshal’s year, having bagged many prestigious projects including Krrish, Vivaah, Woh Lamhe, Babul and other assorted songs) . As a stand-alone song, this is my most favorite duet this year.

Two other songs that I enjoyed were the energetic ‘Hamari shaadi mein abhi hai baaki hafte chaar’ and the dulcet ‘Milan abhi aadha adhura hai’– in the latter, I had my reservations towards the use of words like ‘prem madhuri’ and ‘divya vataavaran’ (this is film lyric, not Hindi poetry competition!), but in the film’s context it is very well-placed. In fact, the music grows on you once you view the film.

So jaaoon main tum agar mere khwaabon mein aao (Woh Lamhe) – The Bhatt productions continued to be musically the best this year also. Though the sound has changed in them too, still there was enough meat to sink one’s teeth into. From their doomed Woh Lamhe, my pick is this anguish laden love call, to which Shreya Ghoshal gives a mind-blowing rendition. She re-creates the magic that wowed the audience in ‘Jaadoo hai nasha hai’ – her voice permeates pain and passion, soaked in the alcohol of unrequited romance. The other good song from the film is Glenn John’s ‘Tu jo nahin hai kuchh bhi nahin hai’, though the tune gave a strong déjà vu feeling. ( It is a lift of an old Pakistani film song – but I have this uncanny feeling that it was used elsewhere in some other Hindi film too). Glenn’s voice has close proximity to Roop Kumar Rathod’s. I didn’t care much for James’s horribly Anglicised accent in Chal chalein. KK’s Kyun aajkal neend kam khwaab zyaada hain is the third wonderful number from this film (and a chartbuster as well – but is this a lift too??!!).

Chaand sifarish (Fanaa) – Admittedly, I loved the entire score from this film. Jatin-Lalit gave warm, lilting and mellifluous music, devoid of any inappropriate trappings and sans any pretensions. The music, like the film, was straight off the heart, and that’s where it gets placed. Mere haath mein and Chanda chamke were the two other delicious numbers. The songs gave Sunidhi Chauhan a much-needed break from her item numbers, and her voice rose to the occasion, especially in the warm and sensitive Mere haath mein tera haath ho. It would have been a befitting farewell score from the duo before their split, if only something unspeakably repulsive like Mera Dil Leke Dekho hadn’t come along a few months later!

More naina neer bahaye (Water) – I should have covered this last year, since I believe the music was out in 2005 itself. But as they say, better late than never! Water is a stupendous score from A R Rahman, and vastly different from what he creates now. Each number is an aural pleasure – and a showcase for Sadhna Sargam’s voice quality and singing capability. Detailed review here.

Salaam (Umrao Jaan) – The third album I enjoyed in its entirety. Industry’s maverick and maligned music maker Anu Mallik tried to snatch back his lost ground, and does so convincingly in both his scores this year (more on Jaan-E-Man later). However, both his lyricist and singer disappoint. Today, Alka Yagnik stands at a curious cusp in her career – she is experienced, has sung enough of the ‘young’ numbers and is therefore facing stiff competition in the music room from upstarts; and yet, she isn’t really old enough to be thrown aside. So, this could have been a landmark album where she could have provided that solid punch to competition proving that she is the ‘woman’ amongst the ‘girls’! Sadly, she chose to waste this opportunity, and the end-result is that her voice sounds dull, tired and forced. Umrao Jaan is most certainly Alka Yagnik’s waterloo. As far as lyrics are concerned, Javed Akhtar only confirmed my long-lasting impression about him – that he is the most over-hyped and over-stated lyricist around.

As regards Salaam, the mukhda tune is as old as the hills – used by C.Ramachandra first in Woh humse chup hai (Sargam) , then by L-P in Suni jo unnki aane kii aahat (Satyam Shivam Sundaram) and finally by Nadeem Shravann for Machi hai dhoom hamare ghar mein (Ansh).

Full album review here

Abhi nahi jaana / Pyar ne tere pyar ko mere (Mr. Khujli) – Good Heavens, how did these two beauties end up in this obscure and lunatic-titled film! Both these Udit-Shreya duets are tender, sober and fragile. They are sweet and fluffy like candy, but not vacuous or flirty. They are exactly the way I like my music. Both have one of the best interlude music this year! It’s indeed serendipity that I found them.

Meri aankhon mein ho tum / Bhoolna nahin / Tune mujhko deewana kiya iss qadar (Yaqeen) – Another last year album that I discovered in 2006. This small time Sudhanshu Pandey-Priyanka Chopra-Arjun Rampal film came and went without any one noticing it. A chance view of the film on Sahara Filmy introduced me to the songs (the film was okayish, though it could have been more taut) and I am thankful for it. Easy flowing songs, soft rhythms, fantastic interludes and natural tunes make all these numbers a delight to hear. This is the same old Himesh Reshammiya style that I loved in Aitraaz, Kyunki, Vaada, Julie, Tarzan, etc (which he has abandoned now). I love these kind of love duets that are so enticingly simple, with some cottony choral riffs. My strong recommendation for Meri aankhon mein ho tum – especially for that lip-smacking piano leitmotif.

Tose naina laage (Javeda zindagi) (Anwar)- Mithoon is the new kid on the block, having rocked the charts with Tere bin (Bas Ek Pal). In Anwar, he composes two songs, and both are pleasurable. From the two, I have a soft corner for ‘Tose naina laage‘ – it’s semi-classical hues and fluttering tabla-base are enchanting. I didn’t like its lack of structure or symmetry (for example, the lyrics are repeated randomly without a proper organization). If Mithoon had worked on those two aspects, ‘Tose naina laage‘ could have been ‘the’ song of 2006 – for me! The second number ‘Maula mere maula‘ is more in sync with today’s times, and Roop Kumar Rathod atypical voice charms.

Naina thug lenge / Beedi jalai le /Namak issak ka (Omkara) – An unconventional album from an unconventional composer (and director). Omkara was a surprise hit, since the music is not composed with an eye on the charts. Perhaps, that’s why the music hit bull’s eye – it was an honest, raw and direct score. My pick from this album is the lesser heard ‘Naina thug lenge’ sung with fervor by Shafqat Ali Khan. Gulzar’s legendary poetic visualizations never fail to enthrall. In Naina thug lenge, look at what he creates – nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata , likhat padat raseed na khaata… Simply wow – and deserves a standing ovation! Of course, the two ‘item’ numbers rocked!

Jab se aankh ladi tere naal (Dil Diya Hai) / Tere sang ishq hai (Tom Dick and Harry) / Kitne armaan jaage tere vaaste (Phir Hera Pheri)/ Zikra karein jo tera (Aksar)/ Aa aa ashiqui mein teri (36 China Town) – Himesh Reshammiya continued his dream run for most part of this year. From his similar sounding, beat-induced, one-hook techno-music, these five are my picks.

From these five, I liked the construction of ‘Jab se aankh ladi’ – with Jayesh Gandhi coming in at the antara’s tip to repeat the mukhda in a stylized high-pitch. Of course, Alisha’s vivacious vocals helped a lot. Where beats are concerned, it’s ‘Kitne armaan’ all the way – firm and unyielding, they pound you to move your feet. 36 China Town was a pretty good score overall – I thoroughly enjoyed Rock your body and Mujhe tujhmein badi dilchaspi hai as well. I still maintain that Himesh is a good composer – if only, he would chuck his singing career aside.

Aksar‘s music was a hit in a big way – so much so that even the ghosts in Gujarat responded to the call of Jhalak dikhlaa jaa. But all said and done, there is some attraction in these numbers that compels you to hum along. From this film, I liked Zikra karein jo tera (loot jaayenge mar jaayenge) the best; Kunal Ganjawala’s singing added luster.

Mausam hai bada qaatil (Chup Chup Ke) – No one wanted to hear this number – not even the director/producer, since only a part of it is used in the film. Yet, I found this song pretty endearing, and Sonu Nigam well restrained (else, he often has a tendency to over-sing). The tune flows effortlessly, and the piano riffs are great.

Kitna pyaar kartein hai (Banaras) – What a non-Himesh sounding score from the man! And this love ballad was right up there in high echelons in terms of quality and tune. Even Himesh sounded less nasal and pleasing to the ear, but I think the female version by Alka Yagnik was the best. Poorab se is a high-quality bhajan; Shreya Ghoshal sings with appropriate devotion. Yeh hai shaan Banaras kii is a great percussion pleasure – listen to it on full volume on a good stereo system!

Tooteya na tooteya dhaaga yeh pyaar ka (Shaadi Se Pahle) – Another fine song that slipped into oblivion without causing many ripples. Daler Mehndi side-stepped his ‘balle balle’ image to render a tense and intense touching number about losing and longing. Other bearable numbers were Bijuria and Ankhiyon se gal kar gai.

Ya ali (Gangster) – As a composer, 2006 was most definitely Pritam’s year. He filched tunes from all across the globe, dressed them up attractively in bright sounds and presented the numbers with perfect panache. By the year end, his list at itwofs.com (the site which captures Indian songs copied/inspired/borrowed/stolen from abroad) had grown impossibly long – and even he himself admitted that he is a better designer than composer (to which I agree). Ya Ali is lifted from an Arabian Band Guitara’s Ya Ghali, and reportedly, they have also sued Preetam for using their tune without a thank you note. I found Ya Ali – part Sufi, part filmi – a very nice number – though, again somewhere within me, I do wish there were more ‘filmi’ songs released this year. However, considering today’s tastes, Gangster‘s score was overall pretty neat. Unfortunately, by the year end, the music suffered from a ‘hearing over-kill’. Perhaps, I should return to it after some months to fully appreciate it.

Phirta rahuun mai dar-badar (The Killer) – Whatever Hibbaki meant, it surely was on my lips for quite long. But the real killer melody was Phirta rahuun mai dar-ba-dar. Of course, the brief given by Bhatts to composers was clear and concise – the song had to be easy on lips, resemble Paki pop-music and have a deep meaning as well. On all fronts, Sajid-Wajid delivered. In Dil ko churaya, the whistle was infectious. And even the bump-and-grind (to which Nisha danced buoyantly) Yaar mila mujhe pyaar mila was fairly hummable. In total, a much-above-average score – and let me add, better than Gangster (comparisons done because they come from the same production house, with the same hero)!

Ankhon mein (Ankahee) – Soft as butter, these Pritam songs melted into the ears with wispy warmth. Though too much Anglicised in design, still they managed to stir the heart. Only problem? They all sounded similar!

Baazi lagaa (Guru) – When Udit Narayan throws up his voice with the clarion call Baazi lagaa, one only laments why is he keeping so low-profile these days! The song has propinquity to Rahman’s own Humrahi jab ho mastaana from Pukar.

Jaane ke jaane na (Jaaneman) – The purists fumed at Gulzar’s use of Hinglish, but I found it very sweet and endearing – and more importantly, making perfect sense. In Jaane ke jaane na, he writes a beautiful imagery – Piya ki judaii mein chaand ka gubaara hai, raat ko chadaya hai, din mein uttaara hai. Now comparing a moon to a balloon – only Gulzar saab could have done it! The strings leitmotif in the number is contagious. Kubool karle – a choral and compositional curry- is my next favorite. Humko maloom hai and its sorrowful counterpart Sau dard hai are the other good songs that complete Anu Mallik’s second straight musically successful itinerary this year!

Signaal pyaar ka signal (Bhagam Bhaag) – With a tune more infectious that dengue, Pritam created another superb chart-rocker. The traditionalist within me wants to mock the number, but then my lips and hips are both hooked on to it. A mad-cap song, sung with mad-cap energy by Remo Fernandes. Signal stops you right on tracks – and perhaps should be used by transport department to monitor the worsening traffic situation in the country!

Baanwri piya kii (Baabul) – A delicate classical music based number, and quite a surprise from Adesh Srivastav. A gentle tabla accompanies with subtlety. Sublime in its construction, the number evokes instant romance. Unfortunately, this number was the only gem in a can full of trash that also included the hopelessly boring Come on come on and a mundane Kah raha hai dil deewana (which seems a reprise of Adesh’s Pahle kabhi mera from the same director’s previous film Baaghbaan).

The only other number that generates some interest is Kahta hai babul, supposedly composed by Big B himself, sung by him in the film, and by Jagjit Singh in the album.

Dekha jo tujhe yaar / Gustaakh nigah ( Apna Sapna Money Money) – If I have to genuinely praise Preetam for one solid aspect, then it has to be his re-discovery of Amit Kumar. Listening to the singer’s deep throated voice in Dekha jo tujhe yaar is bliss; and since the song has a version by a diluted voiced Mika Sika as well, the comparison all the more proves that Amit Kumar is way ahead. I found the tune having traces of Pakistani pop hit from eighties Hawa hawa. But in reality, it is inspired by the song, ‘Sheloha shela’ by the Middle Eastern group, Miami Band! (Source: Karthik’s brilliant site, ITwoFs). Gustaakh nigaah is quite a typical item number, on the lines of ‘O saaqui saaqui’ (Musafir), and the Middle Eastern tune could have been borrowed from some Arabian band.

Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa ( Jaane Hoga Kya) – What a leisurely languid pace! I fell for the song instantly when I saw the crappy film. Its unhurried tempo, coupled with a tranquil tune and easygoing beats, make the song delightful. The picturisation (on Bipasha and Aftab) was quite efficient.

Also partially held my attention were these songs :

Aao sunaaoon pyaar ki ek kahani / Dil na diya (Krrish) – Surprisingly, Krrish‘s music was very routine and dull. Considering the amount Roshans spent on the FX, they could at least have ensured a better investment on its music as well. While Aao sunaoo pyaar ki kahani was quite lovable for its old-wordly charm, and Dil na diya made you swing, the rest of the songs didn’t register anywhere – either on the charts or on the hearts!

Tere bin main youn jiya (Bas Ek Pal) – Too much influence of Aadat in this one. I am getting bored of this stretched out singing style.

Lamha lamha zindagi (Corporate) – Could have been as shining as Kitne ajeeb (Page 3), but falls short due to mediocre music. The lyrics are banal, with no inter-connectivity in the thought of each preceding lines – it’s as if the lyricist had a bunch of thoughts that he has placed without any sense of form or construction.

Crazy kiya re (Dhoom2) – The song merits attention for its catchiness. Like it or hate it, but you can’t just ignore it. The music of Dhoom2 was far below its prequel (which to my taste wasn’t anyways that great!)

Chhori ki aankhein meethi chhoori hain (Fight Club) – Just for Amit Kumar! The tune? It’s Dhanno ki aankh by RD Burman all the way!

Humko deewana kar gaye / Mere saath chalte chalte /Fanaa / For Your Eyes Only (Humko Deewana Kar Gaye)- The entire album was passable, and warranted a few hears. However, the songs melted into oblivion and out of memory too soon.

Sini ne (Jawani Diwani) – Average, very average, the hookline caught my attention for a short span.

Bole toh bole woh kaisi hogi haaye / Pal pal pal (Lage Raho Munnabhai) – Both the Munnabhai movies didnt boast of great music. In the present version, Pradeep Sarkar simply went with the notion that director sambhaal lega – which Hirani did, since the music only caught on after the film’s release. BTW, how come no critic/reviewer has mentioned that Bande mein tha dam is nothing but a rehash of Hemant Kumar’s Aao bachhon tumhe dikhayein jhaanki Hindustan kii from the Gandhian oldie Jaagruti.

Yun hota toh kya hota – Since the song keeps playing in the film, it forces you to hum along. Had a few good thoughts in its lyrics.

That’s all from me this year.

Wishing all readers of Random Expressions a Very Happy, Musical and Prosperous New Year!

Previous years collections:

Top Songs – 2003
Top Songs – 2004
Top Songs – 2005

A chance mention of the film to a colleague made him bring the VCD (yes, page
he had bought it!). Since I had secretly wanted to watch it all along, I grabbed the opportunity eagerly. It adds to my list of B-and-C-grade films like AK-47, Hottest Mail.com and Fun. While taking the VCD from him, in a mock leering voice I said, ‘Ek se mera kya hoga’, and immediately my colleague stated, “Precisely why I got you two films” and fished out something called Jangli Pyaar as well. (Yet to see, but keep watching this space).

Coming back to ESMKH, the movie is directed by TLV Prasadh, who, for long, had made those third-rate Mithunda films (Hitler, Hatyara, Jurmana etc) which we all love to ridicule. A few years back he changed track, and started making these Payal Rohatgi-starrer sleaze fests – including Tauba Tauba, which I had viewed (and reviewed) while in Nepal.

My enormous disappointment is that the film title doesn’t refer to the lady’s state of mind! So what’s the story about? A Muslim lady Rukaya accuses one Altaf Bashir for marrying and deserting her. Soon, a Christian girl Maria also does the same, claiming the person to be Peter D’Costa. A film heroine Roshni comes along pointing at the same man to be Tinnu Kapoor. Later, a fourth one also lands up (direct from Bihar, called Laalli Yadav!) Lawyer Supriya Pathak (Payal Rohatgi) is out to prove that Altaf/Peter/Tinnu is the same man, who now stands in the court proclaiming that he is a renowned philanthropist Prem Bajaj. Is she correct, or is Prem Bajaj really innocent? What is the truth behind those multi-identities – that is the crux of the tale, and I will leave the ‘suspense’ for you to find it yourself!

The story is intelligently constructed to include as much sordidness as it can. Hence, each lady testifies, and the film moves into flashback showing elaborate scenes of their meeting-and-mating with the fraud man, along with ample close shots of cleavage-and-legs. It’s here that the script seems to pause and say, ok let’s get into the real thing for what the audience is watching. The balance is merely a filler to get down to the next such flashback!

The first half is entirely left to this – and it is pretty funny to see the way every flashback is designed to increase the steam. The shots are so corny that they evoke laughter rather than lust! And since all the girls seem to be more than willing to sleep with the man, words like ‘abla naari’ and ‘majboor aurat’ bandied in the court, are uproarious.

While promoting Corporate for her ‘important role’ (she had an item number and played a whore in a two-minute appearance!), a smug Payal Rohatgi had excitedly chirped that she was getting ‘good’ and ‘interesting’ roles now. Perhaps she was referring to her ‘lead’ role in this film where she gets to don full robes (lawyer’s, at that!) for most part of the film (if only she could wear some expressions, other than looking like some stuck up sex-doll!). But of course, the director realized that a fully clad Payal would hardly sell a film, so in the second half, she gets into the act, removes the robes, sings utterly rubbish sexy songs, wears outlandish clothes (which the dress designer looks to have snipped and cut randomly at all the vantage points of her anatomy) and tries to ensnare the real man behind the multiple identities. Incidentally, her voice is dubbed by some shrilly dubbing artiste, making her sound more like a banshee than a bomb.

All other girls required only bosom-and-bum to display, which they do in good measure. Acting? Ha ha ha, they wouldn’t even know the word, leave alone the meaning! I am always amazed as to how such films manage to get these similar looking and sounding, largely unattractive females (curvaceous and flabby, with no expressions or intonation and zilch screen presence) in abundance? The hero (one Sameer Kochhar) enjoys all the smooches, and is more wooden than the toughest ply available in market.

The script is designed to milk the maximum mileage from the girls. Which it does. Else, it has holes big enough for a jet plane to pass through! The dialogues are stock phrases. The production is tacky. The cinematography is shaky. But then why am I getting into all these details, which even the producer/director never went into. The basic purpose is to titillate – which it didn’t to me, but then I guess I wasn’t meant to be the target audience. For all those morning shows, the film has enough strategic points for the exhibitor to add his own bit of additional footage, to make the film overall ‘paisa vasool’ (One day, I promise I will muster up enough courage to actually watch a film in a morning show!)

Even the VCD was intended for such an audience since there were trailers of more such films – Rosy and Dhandha! And when it showed one of an A-grade film (Page 3), it only concentrated on the raunchy item number ‘Kuaan maa kood jaaoongi’!!!

For those who asked me whether I had seen any movie from this list – well, you have your answer now!

Overall – Ha ha ha, Watch it, if only to learn that these films also exist!
So, buy more about
2006 slipped into posterity and the New Year greets us with the same characteristic cheer and good-will as each new year does – till the time it settles into its own routine, beyond the flurry of congratulatory SMS’s, emails, phone-calls and messages.

 

Taking stock of the past year, I can safely conclude it was very average – nothing spectacular, but not humdrum either. From Kathmandu to Delhi to Agra, for me the year was neatly divided into three equal and distinct phases. For the world in general, it held sorrows and happiness, catastrophes and cheer in equal measure. In the larger context of time, it was just another year, and it is over and done with – and time to move ahead.

My new year’s eve was pleasant and enjoyable, spent in the comfortable confines of parental love and care.

On Saturday, I had decided not to go home, since I had gone there only a week back – and the drive, though only 200 kms seemed an arduously difficult task. That evening I had a couple of drinks, surfed mindlessly at the local internet café, drove around a bit, saw a few happy sights – and yet, the time didn’t seem to move at all. I was feeling extremely lonely and bored. The thought of my parents being alone as well, huddled in the increasing chill, without any excitement or cheer pricked my conscience hard. On Sunday morning, when I woke a voice within me was urging me to go home. Immediately, I dressed up hurriedly, packed a jeans and a couple of shirts and started off for Delhi.

It was a very wise decision. The look of sheer joy on my parents’ faces was a delight. In the evening, we went to Connaught Place for dinner, and thereafter took a walk in the newly renovated central park. The place is very well done up, with land-scaped gardens, an amphi-theater and full-on lighting. Needless to say, it was crowded. Delhi administration had made the entire inner circle a vehicle-free zone that evening, which made walking there a joy. We rounded the evening off with a softy from McDonald’s. I couldn’t recall a much better new year eve spent – even though on paper it sounds dull, I can guarantee it was much better than the biggest party I have ever attended. I guess, there comes a time in life when booze and brashness loses its value.

As such, there isn’t any expectation from the new year. I am not looking forward to anything exciting. Hence, there are no new resolutions, no plans and no dreams. Yet, paradoxically, it is a new beginning – so there is some hope.

An additional jubilation in this trip was meeting Ashish Dange – after a long long time. It was fun catching up with him – on life, career, music and movies! Since our meetings in the past have been a series of coffee outlet promotions, it was befitting that we met again at Café Coffee Day! There, I had my first ‘blogger-meet’ on the first day of the year (even though he is no longer blogging these days). He sends his hello to all his erstwhile readers (and we do have a lot of them in common), though there is no immediate plan of returning to the webspace. But then, as he averred, you never know!

The sun looked as if it was readying for the party on the other end of the globe, and hence chose to stay away from this side. While the sun was away, the fog had a field day scaring off the flights and Delhiites.

For Random Expressions readers, I have a brand-new story ready. Many months have passed since I wrote any fresh fiction. (The last story was Tapish, in Hindi, on my older blog, but that too was a re-hash of one of my own old stories).

So what’s it about? I can’t even remotely claim it is ‘different’. All I can say is that it is an emotional tale of love, losing and longing; it is typical DJ-ish (which means, it is pretty ‘filmi’); it has the heroine in a peach chiffon sari cavorting in the rains; and yes, I promise it is fairly entertaining. The only difference is that it is a very short story and will be over in a single episode.

The story is called Ambadeep, and it completes my trilogy after Suryakiran and Indraprakash (all three named after three high-rise buildings in Connaught Place; all linked in some-way to my previous organization).

Excited enough to read it? If yes, then be here on Thursday 4th January 2007, at 1700 Hrs IST to catch a glimpse of one day in the lives of Pooja and Vishwas.

Madhur Bhandarkar attempts a true blue musical in his film on glamour and the glamorous; for this, viagra 40mg
he has unexpectedly chosen a relatively new Shamir Tandon, page
rather than rely on an established name in the industry. Tandon has earlier given us a few bloopers in Rakth.

The cover proudly proclaims ‘a complete album’ and gives us the photos of the singers, instead of the in-film stills as is norm. On the first, I have my reservations. On the second, it is justified; especially, if you have singers ranging from Lata Mangeshkar to Asha Bhosle to Adnan Sami to Suresh Wadkar…the cover asserts that it is a singer dominated album- and that makes Tandon’s life considerably easier!

Well, to be honest, the album is good in parts. And, the best parts are the opening and the closing tracks! No, this is not meant to be a funny line thrown in, but a genuine fact.

Let’s start from the end: Asha Bhonsle’s Huzoor – e- aala is smooth and silky, and the crooner sounds young, hot and in the groove. Of course, the ditty is built around the old OP Nayyar songs, but thankfully, is not a rehash or remix or an absolute copy! It is original in its own right, and very hummable. One thing though, the song is labeled as ‘Bonus track’- when Yash Chopra gave those two numbers in Veer Zaara CD, the songs parted ways from the film’s music while retaining the same
flavor; unfortunately, Huzoor-e-aala sounds too situational to be a stand-alone number.

Amit Kumar (bless him, where has he been all these years?) croons Filmi very filmi with full verve and vivaciousness that would make his father proud! Like the Naseeb song (John Jaani Janardhan), lyricist Sandeep Nath has fun in weaving in names of today’s top notch stars. He is accompanied (rather, irritated) by Blaaze and Taanishta Chatterjee.

Though Adnan Sami has started to sound the same with the trademark curls and curves (I am talking about his voice, sillies) the song Mere wajood mein is quite well tuned and well orchestrated too. Unfortunately, the song is too ‘masculine’ in its composition for Sadhna Sargam to do any justice in the female version. The inlay card tells us this song is not there in the film; if so, then, why did they make her sound like twisted kurkures?

The two rock and growl numbers Lets Dance and Jhoot Boliyan are best enjoyed in the discotheques, so suffice to say they are foot tapping but no paths broken by them! These are ‘tired’ and tested numbers and will scuttle up and down the middle orders of the charts.

So, I shall jump straight on to the top of the heap, and the best part of the album, which makes spending Rs 100 on the CD absolutely worthwhile – Lata Mangeshkar’s Kitne ajeeb rishte hai yahan pe… of course, Lata, as ever, sounds marvelously mellow and syrupy sweet; especially, it is (once more) a revelation to hear her go base at the beginning of each antara taking it steadily up to a breathtaking crescendo. This one song in itself can serve a lesson to all aspiring singers. Sounding a bit like a seventies
creation, the song is easy on the lips (such philosophical theme songs can often be too heavy to digest) with good music and rhythm. The backup vocals (not credited in this version, but done so in the male one) are by Vivienne Pocha and Pankaj Saroagi, and provide able support. I have not stopped humming it since the day I heard it. And, it does have poignant and meaningful lyrics. In all, a very satisfying song!

The sad version (Lata Mangeshkar) is well…sad! Too bad Tandon botched up completely there. The male version by Suresh Wadkar is redundant; more so, as the cover tells us, sadistically again, that it is not there in the film.

Before ending, one small note: Sapna Awasthi springs up from oblivion and raucously threatens Kuan ma kood jaaoongi…my suggestion: by all means, help yourself, lady! Who’s stopping you?

Overall: A Good Buy

A Story By Deepak Jeswal

The serpentine road, see
with bumps and warts, wound its way through cornfields and stretched beyond the horizon. The car rode over the bumps and warts on the road that the government had forsaken as soon as it had built it. At places, it narrowed to a treacherous single lane, which was so constricted that in case two cars passed that stretch from opposing ends, a non-verbal tussle, fought with blinking dippers, ensued. Almost always the one who lost would let out his futile fury with a string of expletives, which in any case the opponent would not have heard, and even if he did, it hardly mattered.

Over the heated tar, the sky was ready to shower its blessings. Rains, that hadn’t reached there till then, were impending to unzip their black bags over the parched fields.

From Agra to Jagner, this journey of fifty kilometers is ordinary except for the subtle change in landscape beyond Kagarole, a village en route. Vishwas wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary either. In fact he never expected anything beyond ordinary from life now. At 33, he was well settled in life – a cushy job in a multi-national and a mundane but sweet family life. His only worry was to complete the task assigned to him and reach home fast, as his wife had asked him to. The navratras were on, and today was the seventh day, she had kept a fast and an elaborate pooja of Goddess Amba at their house and he was to reach there to light the lamp for the Goddess. He had no interest in the pooja, but he would have to go out of duty. He didn’t believe in prayers. Nor did he expect them to work.

Yet, that day somewhere within he had his dead hope resurrecting itself from the burnt ashes from his life long back. It’s strange how coincidences pile upon each other. Just the previous weekend a long-lost friend from Delhi had mentioned Pooja and informed that the last he had heard her banker husband was posted in the far-off Jagner. At that time the place’s name had barely registered in his mind. Today, unexpectedly his boss had given him an important assignment to be completed there.

That night, after his friend had left, and his wife had drifted off to sleep, for a long time he sat on his fifth floor balcony eyeing the Taj Mahal, accompanied by four empty beer bottles and a half finished plate of chicken-tikka. The yellowing Taj, whose dome and the four minarets were clearly visible from where he sat, was ‘just another building’ , as he often mocked at it to his friends. But deep within, he knew it was a symbol of love and passion.

Nay, he didn’t think so! Those were exactly Pooja’s thoughts, an ultra romantic girl whom he had befriended, loved and lost when he was young. It amazed him as to how much she cared for the Taj! But adamantly refused to visit it – “No, it’s a symbol of marriage, and we shall go there only after we are married!” That was Pooja – always finding meaning into the most commonplace things. “Love is a prayer – which is what my name means!” she would joke – only that when she said it, it didn’t sound like a joke at all.

Those were the heady college days – carefree, wild and enjoyable. He didn’t realize when Pooja transformed from being just a friend to a very good one and eventually his lover. The affair spanned three years of college, two years of MBA and one year into his first job. Six beautiful years spent with Pooja, which he had often tried to erase but couldn’t really do it.

A sudden speed-breaker bumped him out of his reverie. He cursed within his breath, and shuffled in his seat uncomfortably, straightening his blue suit’s arm a little. The suit seemed impossibly incongruous in the rural surroundings he was driving to but then he hadn’t known he would have to leave for Jagner when he dressed up that morning. Another bump, and this time he cursed aloud. The road itself wasn’t all that great, and the innumerable breakers added to the woes. He looked upwards – the clouds had thickened, and soon the tip-tap of raindrops lashed on his windscreen. With his left hand permanently on the gear, he maneuvered his bruised white Santro over the potholes. He looked at his watch. He had to return home soon.

The fields gave way to open plains. Beyond the rain, he saw a few solitary hills, part of the Aravalli range. Jagner was the last point on this stretch of Uttar Pradesh, after which Rajasthan began.

So engrossed was Vishwas in eyeing the hills, he missed seeing the oncoming vehicle, till it was barely a hundred meters away. In a quick reflex action he jammed his foot over the brake, while his hand changed the gears. The car screeched to a halt.

“Bastard!” he exclaimed. He reversed the car in order to make for him to pass it. But before he could do so, his jaw dropped. From the oncoming red Maruti Swift, he saw a lady’s face peeping out of the window, an apologetic smile on her face.

Even through the haze of the rain and the years between them, he recognized her instantaneously.

“Pooja!”

He brought his car parallel to hers, and lowered his tinted glass. “Pooja, hi! You remember me?”

Her brows knitted questioningly for a brief second but recognition swept over it alongwith the rain instantaneously. “Of course, Vishwas I remember you”

Excited, he let out a volley of questions, “How have you been? Where have you been? Why didn’t you call? Do you know I am in Agra now?”

She let out a short laugh. Just like old times. And even after all these years, his heart skipped a beat. Her round and fair face held the power to make him jelly-kneed and even though they were shorter now, he could perceive the luster and fragrance of her auburn hair.

“Wait a second, Vishwas. Let me just park this damn thing,” she said, and immediately turned the ignition on and swept the car aside on the edge of the highway. He did the same, leaving enough gap between the two vehicles lest some one did cross this god-forsaken place.

She wore a light peach chiffon sari with almost no jewelry except for a slim gold necklace and matching earrings – tiny little jhumkas that dangled impishly as she moved towards his car. Her hands clutched a beige purse. Gingerly she rounded his car, and entered through the passenger side.

“Damn this rain,” she murmured, wiping off her face. Vishwas smiled – nothing had changed, not even her ‘damns’ or sudden impulsiveness in disregarding the rain and crossing the road before he could make any move. Age had settled so gracefully on her persona that it held an exquisiteness of its own. In comparison, he eyed his beer-belly with disgust and to his own self he felt conscious of his haggardness.

“How have you been, Pooja? It seems so long ago, no?”

“Well, it has been quite a while now. And I have been perfect. At least, I think so,” she replied, settling down on her seat. “You tell me? What’s up?”

“Nothing much, really” and he gave an elaborate description of his job and his reason to be on this road. There was a brief awkward pause between them. He cleared his throat. And let out another “So what’s new?” Extremely maudlin, he thought! But then, so many years had passed, there wasn’t much in common left. It wasn’t really like old times.

“Just the same. Routine,” she sighed. “Ajay works as branch manager with the State Bank at Jagner, we prefer staying there rather than traveling daily up and down from Agra as many do.”

Of course he knew Ajay Ranawat – the business card was in his coat’s pocket, given to him by his boss. That’s exactly where he was headed to.

“Oh ok,” he replied lamely and after an almost imperceptible cough he asked, “Ajay?”

“My husband,” she said in a low voice.

He knew she was married, yet hearing it from her sounded rather unreal. Seeing her alight from her car running towards him, had made him forget that years had flown past them. It still looked as if she had just jumped from an auto towards his bike, as she did in college. Together, they would then just roam about or sit in the canteen. At that time, they were never short of words, and he tried to pressurize his brain to whip out what they talked about. There wasn’t any memory left. In fact, as he thought it just struck him that he didn’t even remember the reason for their break up. Why had they separated?

It was the second year in his job, when office time began taking precedence over their meetings. Then, voila the most prestigious project doing the rounds landed on his lap. He was so taken up by the motivational talk by his then boss that he completely forgot Pooja’s existance. It was in that hazy period, amidst a slew of meetings, and buried beneath a plethora of late-nights, sprinkled with short telephonic conversations, that Pooja had dropped the bomb. Her parents had selected a match for her. It all came back to him in an instant. He was in the midst of a presentation when his newly acquired cell-phone had beeped a message. It took five more hours before he could yank himself from the office to meet her at Connaught Place’s Nirula’s – their favorite haunt. “But how could you even agree to see that man and display yourself like a mute ware in some shop!” he had demanded angrily. She simply smiled and said, “Let’s say it is my duty towards my parents.” And then sarcastically she added, “If this is the trailer to the damn life that is to follow, I am definitely better off with that man” His blood sizzled in anger, but she simply walked out of the restaurant, and eventually his life, in spite of Vishwas’s attempts to make amends.

“These rains here are scary, they make the road so damn treacherous,” she was saying, and Vishwas came back to the present. “And they never come on time. This year too they are delayed!”

“Yep, you are right, but some of these roads are not even worth calling roads,” he laughed. “You should someday do the Hathras-Aligarh stretch. The road just doesn’t exist.”

She laughed along with him, and he felt a strange satisfaction. With her fingers, she started to wipe off the water from her face. He eyed her intently, watching her slim fingers’ futile attempt to remove the raindrops from her face. He bent forward, picked up a light blue towel lying on the dashboard, and handed it over to her. She smiled and accepted it and continued to wipe her neck.

One arrogant droplet slithered down defiantly from her hair onto her silky smooth neck, slipping down towards the gold chain. Vishwas felt a perplexing tingle in his fingers to touch her. But reason took the better of his emotions, and he held back.

Their conversation continued in fits and starts – first the horrid roads, then the poor infrastructural development, and then about Jagner’s poor social life. It was as if two strangers had met in a boring cocktail party and were trying to pass time.

After a brief pause he said, “So you finally did see the Taj?”

She smiled wryly, “Yeah, you can’t damn avoid it, being so close to Agra!”

“Nice, no?”

“It is – but not really as I had imagined it. After all, it’s just stones stuck together in a damn neat design”

Vishwas laughed. “What a change in thought!”

Ruefully she said, “Yes, time changes, people change. So have I.” After a hesitant pause, she placed the towel back on the dashboard, and sighed, “It could have been different with you. I am sorry Vishwas…”

“No no, Pooja, don’t start off on that…”

But Pooja raised her hand, and said, “No let me say it – maybe then I can get my peace. I am sorry Vishwas I let you down” Their eyes melted and intermingled into a warm pool of love and longing.

Vishwas felt a lump in his throat. “I missed you Pooja.” On impulse, he pulled her and gave a tight hug. She didn’t resist, and clung to him, gently sobbing.

“So did I,” she said, tearing herself apart unwillingly. “It’s not the same with Ajay – though he is nice and caring, in his own way. But somewhere deep within I feel that life could have been…” She bit her lower lip and didn’t complete the sentence. But he understood. Just the same way as he felt.

“I am meeting Ajay today,” he said, out of the blue. And explained how he was to get an agreement signed with State Bank, Jagner for a financing of a project that his company was to undertake in that region.

They sat for a few more minutes, talking generalities but soon Pooja said that she had to leave.

“Will we meet again?” he asked hopefully, his heart beat rapidly pounding his ribs at the thought.

“Cant say,” she responded. And added, “When you meet Ajay, tell him I am fine, and no need to worry about me. He gets worked up when I drive out in the damn rains” she said. Vishwas’s smile froze on his lips as a pang of jealousy stabbed his gut. Of course, Ajay had the right to get worried.

“Do visit us at Agra,” he said as she closed the door, and immediately bit his tongue. The ‘us’ obviously included his wife – a standard sentence that he spoke to many colleagues and friends, without giving any thought to it.

“Let’s see,” she replied and rushed towards her car.

He admired her grace in entering the vehicle, turning on the ignition and driving off with a wave. Sighing, he turned his gaze ahead; he saw the towel lying on the dashboard. Instinctively he picked it up and felt it with his hand hoping to feel the touch of her skin once more. It held faint traces of her fragrance. He took a deep breath and clutched the towel tightly; his mind was playing an old film when she would place her head on his shoulders, and the same fragrance would give him a giddy intoxicated feeling. As he fingered the towel, he felt a small lump within its fold. He opened it and found Pooja’s jhumka entangled between the sky blue strands of the towel.

Immediately, he grabbed it and stuck his head out to call her. However, by then her car was a tiny speck in the misty distance. Tenderly he circled the gold in his palms and placed it in his coat pocket.

Vishwas sat in his car for sometime looking through the rains at the spot where her car had been. After a while, he pushed the gear and started onwards. The mud and the rain only made the onward journey tougher. At Jagner, the road seemed to vanish leaving behind a sticky residue of wet earth and floating cow dung. Thankfully, it wasn’t tough to locate the State Bank there – barely a few hundred meters into the village, a derelict rusty signboard pointed to an inner road. He turned into the narrow lane, surrounded with shops covered with blue tarpaulin to protect from the rain. The second building housed the bank, on the first floor. The road continued ahead only to end at a tent which was set up and decorated with idols of the Goddess in gaudy colored clothes and accessories. A pooja, here too! A huge, tackily painted banner proclaimed in bold blue color “Sponsored by State Bank of India, Jagner.”

The meeting went as expected, interrupted by innumerable phone calls. At every given pause, Vishwas would scrutinize Ajay’s face and the roots of jealousy grew deeper. From the moment he entered the spartan office, he knew Ajay was a man of few words, and fewer needs. The large desk was piled up with files, broken only by an array of telephones. Behind Ajay stood a dirty Godrej almirah, and the walls were all covered with wires and cobwebs. Obviously, State Bank’s renovation drive hadn’t reached the smaller branches.

When he had got the requisite documents signed, he shuffled uneasily on his seat as Ajay turned his attention towards other documents. Vishwas’s hand was in his pocket, encircling the jhumka. How could he begin conveying Pooja’s message – without offering to explain how he knew her.

Ajay signed the last file, placed it on the side and rang a bell beneath his table. He looked up quizzically. Immediately, Vishwas dropped his stare to the contract in front of him, acting to read the same.

“I hope everything is in order?” asked Ajay. “Is there anything else that we can do?” he added, with an intent to convey that the meeting was all but over, and Vishwas should leave. When Vishwas didn’t budge or answer, Ajay said directly, “If you would excuse me, I will have to leave – the pooja down the road is about to begin. I have to attend it, though my wife should…” he rang a bell beneath his desk. “It becomes impossible to leave work mid-way, but sometimes one has to,” he murmured.

Vishwas understood the importance of work taking precedence over such things. He wondered if Pooja did too. “Sure, Mr Ranawat, I’ll take leave” began Vishwas, but was interrupted. A peon, in a white stained uniform, entered the room. Ajay pointed to the pile of files. The man took them away and dragged himself out of the office.

Vishwas reluctantly pulled himself up to go while his mind searched for a suitable excuse to convey Pooja in the conversation. After all, it was in years that she had asked him to do something, even if it was just a small message to be conveyed to her husband.

And then Vishwas found it – in the opening just cleared from the files, he noticed a small frame on the desk. It was Pooja’s photograph smiling in a light yellow dress. It looked as if it was taken at their home.

He nodded towards the photograph, “Bhabhiji…” he forced himself to bring the word out and let it trail, waiting for Ajay’s reaction. Strangely, and thankfully, Ajay didn’t take it as an intrusion of his privacy, which might have been more acceptable to Vishwas, since what he came up instead was a very fond look.

“Yes…Pooja, my wife,” answered Ajay, “She died in a car accident last year,” he added in an emotionless straight voice.

Ajay’s words knocked Vishwas like a solid punch on his solar plexus. Blood receded from his face, and he sat there eyeing Ajay blankly, his hand tightening the grip around Pooja’s earring in his pocket.

Outside, Vishwas stood in the rain watching Ajay leave towards the pandal down the road. Along side him, in the haze, he saw a faint peach reflection. She turned for a brief while to look at him – a look of deep love, but in the next instant she turned back to walk beside her husband into the shamiana, where the head-priest lit a lamp to the Goddess.

THE END

Special Thanks to Priyangini Mehta for editing the story.

The story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are imaginary, and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. State Bank of India is a well known government entity. Jagner, Agra, Delhi, Connaught Place etc are actual places.

Today morning, psychiatrist I heard Yaara seeli seeli for the umpteenth time -  a very satisfying and fulfilling number that is a As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, opisthorchiasis I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, website like this stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadnt done any post on Lataji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying. 

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!) 

My collectionMy urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off with a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya – with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice of purchase. 

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off with a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya – with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice of purchase. Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or ‘google’ search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs).  Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keeper’s goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated as I would ask for various names. 

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection – so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection. 

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I must admit it gave me a giddy high in just looking through album covers, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops. 

I recall how desperate I was when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna played out at a shop when she had gone shopping that day. Eagerly I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight of seeing the name of Lata Mangeshkar listed in all the songs was immeasurable. 

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe – and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag – definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself into the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun and Mohe chhedo na on my walkman! 

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years time. I made the best of the ‘clearance sale’ that the owners held. 

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two points – either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent was a great selection. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several ‘Anmol Rattan’ series that HMV had brought out on Lata Mangeshkar. When the money was lean, Bhaskar and I would split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other. 

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled ‘Lata-Songs from 1990-91’ that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman). 

When I started earning, a large part of it was invested in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi, by now! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system – and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever! 

I still recall the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD ‘Legends’ series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 – and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!! 

TravelAlongside music, my other interest is to travel and explore new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky enough to visit several of them in India. 

Alongside music, my other interest is to travel and explore new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky enough to visit several of them in India. Instead of buying some souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during one autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram there. 

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to the famous Manali hill-station in Himachal Pradesh. 

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar – I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!  

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka RajaOnce, a class-mate – who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel – told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with same title was constantly in news for its big budget and money spent. The classmate also mentioned that the music of the older film was by Shankar Jaikishan and had all songs by Lata Mangeshkar, which made my curiousity all the more strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films and bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Once, a class-mate – who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel – told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with same title was constantly in news for its big budget and money spent. The classmate also mentioned that the music of the older film was by Shankar Jaikishan and had all songs by Lata Mangeshkar, which made my curiousity all the more strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films and bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album. 

The soundtrack eluded me for several years. 

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops. 

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an ‘Archies’ kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement of that moment when I held the cassette in my hand. I still recall I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette and took it to the counter for paying the money – the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for! 

Bountiful Joys Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song ‘Neelaam ghar mein’ from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club there – a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place – it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group. 

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song ‘ from that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club there – a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place – it is like a small , with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group. Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I go looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching ‘Ek baat poochhti hoon’ when I was searching for a similar worded ‘Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon’ (Black Cat). 

Now, with the rampant usage of, internet finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort. 

Rare?! Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction. 

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction. These can be dividided into two categories – one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting digitized versions. 

In this, I have been aided by friends from the Yahoo Group – several have gifted me these songs, recognizing that my need for them is not because I am a ‘hoarder’ (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps these rare numbers for ‘selling’ purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi. 

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’. These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now – but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that one day they would be a treasure to behold. 

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav! 

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out – but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song – Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline, recently when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays). 

Last Saturday. 

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate to buy it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained ‘Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge’ from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram! 

Yet, Lata didi’s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi – since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan – which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us. 

One other such song is ‘Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon’ from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t give me any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film – Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me – and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it! 

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, I was immediately curious. The only hitch was that the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher.

But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this, but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. I was quite scared to note that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen was showing some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes of the film. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door from outside, forgetting that there was a sole patron sitting inside.

During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were still ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with lines of over-use visible. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, my only concern was that I should have come to the correct film, and that it would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would get to lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspect, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that looked live a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, so that there wasnt any chance of leaving immd. after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Latadi’s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good i was alone there!

The film had one interesting Shailendra Singh solo – ‘Shaayad woh mujhse pyaar karti hai, lekin zamaane se darrti hai’ and one okayish Asha Bhonsle- Mohd Aziz duet ‘Teri jawaani ka charcha karrti hai kudiyan gali gali’, and of course there was a Mithun-da dance number ‘Aage jo ho London mein wahi toh Ludhiane mein’

The film was a typical eighties potboiler, mindless, senseless, far removed from reality, larger than life, with many intertwining threads and themes, and essentially a bakwaas! The film stars Mithun Chakravorthy, Padmini Kolhapure, Rishi Kapoor, Mandakini, Shatrughan Sinha, Anita Raj, Amrish Puri, Gulshan Grover, Dilip Tahil and Seema Deo.

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

Technorati : Humor, Kitchen, Life, Utensils

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

Technorati : Humor, Kitchen, Life, Utensils

I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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This post has no form or purpose, melanoma and should be taken as an idle chitter chatter -a conversation with my fellow readers. And like all good conversations, prostate let’s start with the weather. The intolerable cold wave has passed away; like always, page the mercurial downswings kept the fires of the press media burning as they kept informing us on the plummeting temperatures; the race for breaking records was on by the weather gods. Now if only our cricket team could emulate that swiftness – in reverse, that is, for they are already dipping where run rates are concerned!

The days are pretty warm now, but the evenings can be quite chilly.

Media

The media has much to cheer these days. First, Ash-Abhishek gave enough fodder to the grist mill, with their innumerable poojas and hawans and whatnots. Then, they finally acquiesced and gave more bytes to them with their impromptu (?) engagement. One full page was devoted to this news item (along with several related articles) in a national daily (and I am not naming it because historically it has a reputation of sending legal notices to bloggers not that my blog is very popular, but still why take the risk? I am sure everyone would guess which one I am talking about). Today, they carried a feature on how Ash’s community would celebrate the wedding, replete with all possible details down to the last ceremonial custom that they would observe. It remains to be seen whether a more cosmopolitan Aishwarya follows the traditional method or not. Perhaps it will give some litigator reason to file yet another sham PIL. A list of such cases was published in the same paper, and I found that the only worthy article in the entire bulk that got delivered in the morning!

The second debate on is about Big Brother and the alleged racial attack on Shilpa Shetty, which has pushed Rakhi Sawant and her shenanigans, in the show’s Indian avatar, on the back-burner. I haven’t seen Big Brother but from what I have read I couldn’t really see too much of racialism there, but then I could be missing out on something. However, I don t find it too surprising after all this was the same country that romped all over the world usurping territories under the guise of “white man’s burden” to cleanse the “lowly black people” . When we haven’t been able to wipe out our obsequious mentality for six decades, it is impossible to imagine they would come out clean from their centuries of cardinal carriage. Since Shilpa Shetty is a celebrity, and was on television, so it makes good news, but I think every ordinary person also gets subjected to this sometime or the other -subtle or overt- in any foreign land. Some years back there was a film on it too ( I – Proud to be Indian) but since it starred Sohail Khan, I guess no one really bothered to watch it.

What amuses me no end is the way we screw up our noses, when we have perfected our very own brand of racialism: casteism!

So what s my take? Ekdum neutral! While I wouldn t bet a penny or paisa on Shilpa Shetty’s acting talent (except for a riveting performance in Phir Milenge, she has done nothing very worthwhile), I am pretty sure that she is an intelligent girl who would have known what she is getting into. Having seen quite a bulk of Bigg Boss, I realize that that in this game the tools of attack can be anything personal, racial or anyother!

That’s all from TV!

Films

On the film front saw Guru on the first day of its release! I tried writing its review but couldn’t complete it. The reason being, while there is nothing really overtly wrong with the film, somehow I found something essential missing in the film which didn t make me gasp in admiration. Perhaps, the glossing over the finer details was a prime reason. However, the movie becomes worth a view due to some sterling performances especially Abhishek Bachchan, who breathes a potent energy into the character of Gurukant Desai (The film carries the obligatory disclaimer about it being a work of fiction, but we all know better!). Even Aishwarya looked good in her supportive role. But the other two performances that kept you hooked were of Madhavan (very underrated in Hindi cinema) and Mithun Chakravorty (why did he waste those years doing inane B-grade films?)

One film magazine that usually has good fare to offer (again not naming it since it belongs to the same group) would have us believe that Vidya Balan is the next best thing to happen to cinema. Frankly, I find her very thanda and lacking screen presence and no better than a Gracy Singh! In Guru, she has a wishy-washy role, but she acts even as if she is making some ehsaan on the director! Let s hope she improves, after all it takes just Ek do teen steps to transform a girl-next-door Abodh girl (who once played sister to Meenakshi Sheshadri, of all people!) to become a national sensation that made every lusty Dil’s dhak dhak proclaim ke maar daala! . But then, Madhuri Dixit was well, Madhuri Dixit! And I hope she makes a comeback soon.

On cable, I saw a re-run of Chandni Bar good movie but extremely depressing. Also saw Maati Maange Khoon, on which I have already written in the previous post.

Personal

On personal front, I made a quick tour to Delhi for a family function on Sunday. It was bitterly cold, but was amazed to see the tenacity of ladies flaunting their skin, sarees and saaj-singaar sans any shawl or woolen wear. Even in my suit and with two large Bacardis down, I was shivering.

The return trip was slightly eventful. My car, which is bursting at its seams due to over-abuse, protested loudly and screechingly literally! Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in a loud din and was shaking vigorously. The right-hand rear tyre burst itself, taking along with it my drowsiness and balance. Fortunately, the highway was empty, and there was no vehicle behind or on the sides of mine.

I had a spare tyre, but to my horror learnt that the tool-kit was missing. Since we were just on the outskirts of Palwal (a small town en route), we managed to find a tyre-wallah to change the wheel. Honestly, I was a bit shaken by the whole experience and drove at a saner speed after that. Also, I have to now loosen up my wallet to purchase another tyre!

Careerwise, things are ok nothing too luminous about it. While I made the big shift, I couldn t really carry on with something that I would have loved to do. So I continue to lament, crib, grumble alongwith day-dream, but essentially do nothing about it, and tuck myself cowardly behind million excuses and mundane reasons. It’s like being a stuck record, which looks as if it is moving, but is in reality jammed in the same groove. I am not sure if I will ever do something that truly excites me. I don’t think I will ever have the courage to break the glass ceiling. And let me be candid enough to admit I get these thoughts only when I am alone. Sigh!

Technorati : Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai, Big Brother, Bigg Boss, Rakhi Sawant, Shilpa Shetty

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

Technorati : Humor, Kitchen, Life, Utensils

I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

Technorati : Anu Mallik, Bollywood, Lata Mangeshkar, Madan Mohan, Movies, Music, Shankar Jaikishan

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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This post has no form or purpose, melanoma and should be taken as an idle chitter chatter -a conversation with my fellow readers. And like all good conversations, prostate let’s start with the weather. The intolerable cold wave has passed away; like always, page the mercurial downswings kept the fires of the press media burning as they kept informing us on the plummeting temperatures; the race for breaking records was on by the weather gods. Now if only our cricket team could emulate that swiftness – in reverse, that is, for they are already dipping where run rates are concerned!

The days are pretty warm now, but the evenings can be quite chilly.

Media

The media has much to cheer these days. First, Ash-Abhishek gave enough fodder to the grist mill, with their innumerable poojas and hawans and whatnots. Then, they finally acquiesced and gave more bytes to them with their impromptu (?) engagement. One full page was devoted to this news item (along with several related articles) in a national daily (and I am not naming it because historically it has a reputation of sending legal notices to bloggers not that my blog is very popular, but still why take the risk? I am sure everyone would guess which one I am talking about). Today, they carried a feature on how Ash’s community would celebrate the wedding, replete with all possible details down to the last ceremonial custom that they would observe. It remains to be seen whether a more cosmopolitan Aishwarya follows the traditional method or not. Perhaps it will give some litigator reason to file yet another sham PIL. A list of such cases was published in the same paper, and I found that the only worthy article in the entire bulk that got delivered in the morning!

The second debate on is about Big Brother and the alleged racial attack on Shilpa Shetty, which has pushed Rakhi Sawant and her shenanigans, in the show’s Indian avatar, on the back-burner. I haven’t seen Big Brother but from what I have read I couldn’t really see too much of racialism there, but then I could be missing out on something. However, I don t find it too surprising after all this was the same country that romped all over the world usurping territories under the guise of “white man’s burden” to cleanse the “lowly black people” . When we haven’t been able to wipe out our obsequious mentality for six decades, it is impossible to imagine they would come out clean from their centuries of cardinal carriage. Since Shilpa Shetty is a celebrity, and was on television, so it makes good news, but I think every ordinary person also gets subjected to this sometime or the other -subtle or overt- in any foreign land. Some years back there was a film on it too ( I – Proud to be Indian) but since it starred Sohail Khan, I guess no one really bothered to watch it.

What amuses me no end is the way we screw up our noses, when we have perfected our very own brand of racialism: casteism!

So what s my take? Ekdum neutral! While I wouldn t bet a penny or paisa on Shilpa Shetty’s acting talent (except for a riveting performance in Phir Milenge, she has done nothing very worthwhile), I am pretty sure that she is an intelligent girl who would have known what she is getting into. Having seen quite a bulk of Bigg Boss, I realize that that in this game the tools of attack can be anything personal, racial or anyother!

That’s all from TV!

Films

On the film front saw Guru on the first day of its release! I tried writing its review but couldn’t complete it. The reason being, while there is nothing really overtly wrong with the film, somehow I found something essential missing in the film which didn t make me gasp in admiration. Perhaps, the glossing over the finer details was a prime reason. However, the movie becomes worth a view due to some sterling performances especially Abhishek Bachchan, who breathes a potent energy into the character of Gurukant Desai (The film carries the obligatory disclaimer about it being a work of fiction, but we all know better!). Even Aishwarya looked good in her supportive role. But the other two performances that kept you hooked were of Madhavan (very underrated in Hindi cinema) and Mithun Chakravorty (why did he waste those years doing inane B-grade films?)

One film magazine that usually has good fare to offer (again not naming it since it belongs to the same group) would have us believe that Vidya Balan is the next best thing to happen to cinema. Frankly, I find her very thanda and lacking screen presence and no better than a Gracy Singh! In Guru, she has a wishy-washy role, but she acts even as if she is making some ehsaan on the director! Let s hope she improves, after all it takes just Ek do teen steps to transform a girl-next-door Abodh girl (who once played sister to Meenakshi Sheshadri, of all people!) to become a national sensation that made every lusty Dil’s dhak dhak proclaim ke maar daala! . But then, Madhuri Dixit was well, Madhuri Dixit! And I hope she makes a comeback soon.

On cable, I saw a re-run of Chandni Bar good movie but extremely depressing. Also saw Maati Maange Khoon, on which I have already written in the previous post.

Personal

On personal front, I made a quick tour to Delhi for a family function on Sunday. It was bitterly cold, but was amazed to see the tenacity of ladies flaunting their skin, sarees and saaj-singaar sans any shawl or woolen wear. Even in my suit and with two large Bacardis down, I was shivering.

The return trip was slightly eventful. My car, which is bursting at its seams due to over-abuse, protested loudly and screechingly literally! Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in a loud din and was shaking vigorously. The right-hand rear tyre burst itself, taking along with it my drowsiness and balance. Fortunately, the highway was empty, and there was no vehicle behind or on the sides of mine.

I had a spare tyre, but to my horror learnt that the tool-kit was missing. Since we were just on the outskirts of Palwal (a small town en route), we managed to find a tyre-wallah to change the wheel. Honestly, I was a bit shaken by the whole experience and drove at a saner speed after that. Also, I have to now loosen up my wallet to purchase another tyre!

Careerwise, things are ok nothing too luminous about it. While I made the big shift, I couldn t really carry on with something that I would have loved to do. So I continue to lament, crib, grumble alongwith day-dream, but essentially do nothing about it, and tuck myself cowardly behind million excuses and mundane reasons. It’s like being a stuck record, which looks as if it is moving, but is in reality jammed in the same groove. I am not sure if I will ever do something that truly excites me. I don’t think I will ever have the courage to break the glass ceiling. And let me be candid enough to admit I get these thoughts only when I am alone. Sigh!

Technorati : Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai, Big Brother, Bigg Boss, Rakhi Sawant, Shilpa Shetty

The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

Technorati : Life, Money, Pain, Trauma

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I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

Technorati : Humor, Kitchen, Life, Utensils

I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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This post has no form or purpose, melanoma and should be taken as an idle chitter chatter -a conversation with my fellow readers. And like all good conversations, prostate let’s start with the weather. The intolerable cold wave has passed away; like always, page the mercurial downswings kept the fires of the press media burning as they kept informing us on the plummeting temperatures; the race for breaking records was on by the weather gods. Now if only our cricket team could emulate that swiftness – in reverse, that is, for they are already dipping where run rates are concerned!

The days are pretty warm now, but the evenings can be quite chilly.

Media

The media has much to cheer these days. First, Ash-Abhishek gave enough fodder to the grist mill, with their innumerable poojas and hawans and whatnots. Then, they finally acquiesced and gave more bytes to them with their impromptu (?) engagement. One full page was devoted to this news item (along with several related articles) in a national daily (and I am not naming it because historically it has a reputation of sending legal notices to bloggers not that my blog is very popular, but still why take the risk? I am sure everyone would guess which one I am talking about). Today, they carried a feature on how Ash’s community would celebrate the wedding, replete with all possible details down to the last ceremonial custom that they would observe. It remains to be seen whether a more cosmopolitan Aishwarya follows the traditional method or not. Perhaps it will give some litigator reason to file yet another sham PIL. A list of such cases was published in the same paper, and I found that the only worthy article in the entire bulk that got delivered in the morning!

The second debate on is about Big Brother and the alleged racial attack on Shilpa Shetty, which has pushed Rakhi Sawant and her shenanigans, in the show’s Indian avatar, on the back-burner. I haven’t seen Big Brother but from what I have read I couldn’t really see too much of racialism there, but then I could be missing out on something. However, I don t find it too surprising after all this was the same country that romped all over the world usurping territories under the guise of “white man’s burden” to cleanse the “lowly black people” . When we haven’t been able to wipe out our obsequious mentality for six decades, it is impossible to imagine they would come out clean from their centuries of cardinal carriage. Since Shilpa Shetty is a celebrity, and was on television, so it makes good news, but I think every ordinary person also gets subjected to this sometime or the other -subtle or overt- in any foreign land. Some years back there was a film on it too ( I – Proud to be Indian) but since it starred Sohail Khan, I guess no one really bothered to watch it.

What amuses me no end is the way we screw up our noses, when we have perfected our very own brand of racialism: casteism!

So what s my take? Ekdum neutral! While I wouldn t bet a penny or paisa on Shilpa Shetty’s acting talent (except for a riveting performance in Phir Milenge, she has done nothing very worthwhile), I am pretty sure that she is an intelligent girl who would have known what she is getting into. Having seen quite a bulk of Bigg Boss, I realize that that in this game the tools of attack can be anything personal, racial or anyother!

That’s all from TV!

Films

On the film front saw Guru on the first day of its release! I tried writing its review but couldn’t complete it. The reason being, while there is nothing really overtly wrong with the film, somehow I found something essential missing in the film which didn t make me gasp in admiration. Perhaps, the glossing over the finer details was a prime reason. However, the movie becomes worth a view due to some sterling performances especially Abhishek Bachchan, who breathes a potent energy into the character of Gurukant Desai (The film carries the obligatory disclaimer about it being a work of fiction, but we all know better!). Even Aishwarya looked good in her supportive role. But the other two performances that kept you hooked were of Madhavan (very underrated in Hindi cinema) and Mithun Chakravorty (why did he waste those years doing inane B-grade films?)

One film magazine that usually has good fare to offer (again not naming it since it belongs to the same group) would have us believe that Vidya Balan is the next best thing to happen to cinema. Frankly, I find her very thanda and lacking screen presence and no better than a Gracy Singh! In Guru, she has a wishy-washy role, but she acts even as if she is making some ehsaan on the director! Let s hope she improves, after all it takes just Ek do teen steps to transform a girl-next-door Abodh girl (who once played sister to Meenakshi Sheshadri, of all people!) to become a national sensation that made every lusty Dil’s dhak dhak proclaim ke maar daala! . But then, Madhuri Dixit was well, Madhuri Dixit! And I hope she makes a comeback soon.

On cable, I saw a re-run of Chandni Bar good movie but extremely depressing. Also saw Maati Maange Khoon, on which I have already written in the previous post.

Personal

On personal front, I made a quick tour to Delhi for a family function on Sunday. It was bitterly cold, but was amazed to see the tenacity of ladies flaunting their skin, sarees and saaj-singaar sans any shawl or woolen wear. Even in my suit and with two large Bacardis down, I was shivering.

The return trip was slightly eventful. My car, which is bursting at its seams due to over-abuse, protested loudly and screechingly literally! Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in a loud din and was shaking vigorously. The right-hand rear tyre burst itself, taking along with it my drowsiness and balance. Fortunately, the highway was empty, and there was no vehicle behind or on the sides of mine.

I had a spare tyre, but to my horror learnt that the tool-kit was missing. Since we were just on the outskirts of Palwal (a small town en route), we managed to find a tyre-wallah to change the wheel. Honestly, I was a bit shaken by the whole experience and drove at a saner speed after that. Also, I have to now loosen up my wallet to purchase another tyre!

Careerwise, things are ok nothing too luminous about it. While I made the big shift, I couldn t really carry on with something that I would have loved to do. So I continue to lament, crib, grumble alongwith day-dream, but essentially do nothing about it, and tuck myself cowardly behind million excuses and mundane reasons. It’s like being a stuck record, which looks as if it is moving, but is in reality jammed in the same groove. I am not sure if I will ever do something that truly excites me. I don’t think I will ever have the courage to break the glass ceiling. And let me be candid enough to admit I get these thoughts only when I am alone. Sigh!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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This post has no form or purpose, melanoma and should be taken as an idle chitter chatter -a conversation with my fellow readers. And like all good conversations, prostate let’s start with the weather. The intolerable cold wave has passed away; like always, page the mercurial downswings kept the fires of the press media burning as they kept informing us on the plummeting temperatures; the race for breaking records was on by the weather gods. Now if only our cricket team could emulate that swiftness – in reverse, that is, for they are already dipping where run rates are concerned!

The days are pretty warm now, but the evenings can be quite chilly.

Media

The media has much to cheer these days. First, Ash-Abhishek gave enough fodder to the grist mill, with their innumerable poojas and hawans and whatnots. Then, they finally acquiesced and gave more bytes to them with their impromptu (?) engagement. One full page was devoted to this news item (along with several related articles) in a national daily (and I am not naming it because historically it has a reputation of sending legal notices to bloggers not that my blog is very popular, but still why take the risk? I am sure everyone would guess which one I am talking about). Today, they carried a feature on how Ash’s community would celebrate the wedding, replete with all possible details down to the last ceremonial custom that they would observe. It remains to be seen whether a more cosmopolitan Aishwarya follows the traditional method or not. Perhaps it will give some litigator reason to file yet another sham PIL. A list of such cases was published in the same paper, and I found that the only worthy article in the entire bulk that got delivered in the morning!

The second debate on is about Big Brother and the alleged racial attack on Shilpa Shetty, which has pushed Rakhi Sawant and her shenanigans, in the show’s Indian avatar, on the back-burner. I haven’t seen Big Brother but from what I have read I couldn’t really see too much of racialism there, but then I could be missing out on something. However, I don t find it too surprising after all this was the same country that romped all over the world usurping territories under the guise of “white man’s burden” to cleanse the “lowly black people” . When we haven’t been able to wipe out our obsequious mentality for six decades, it is impossible to imagine they would come out clean from their centuries of cardinal carriage. Since Shilpa Shetty is a celebrity, and was on television, so it makes good news, but I think every ordinary person also gets subjected to this sometime or the other -subtle or overt- in any foreign land. Some years back there was a film on it too ( I – Proud to be Indian) but since it starred Sohail Khan, I guess no one really bothered to watch it.

What amuses me no end is the way we screw up our noses, when we have perfected our very own brand of racialism: casteism!

So what s my take? Ekdum neutral! While I wouldn t bet a penny or paisa on Shilpa Shetty’s acting talent (except for a riveting performance in Phir Milenge, she has done nothing very worthwhile), I am pretty sure that she is an intelligent girl who would have known what she is getting into. Having seen quite a bulk of Bigg Boss, I realize that that in this game the tools of attack can be anything personal, racial or anyother!

That’s all from TV!

Films

On the film front saw Guru on the first day of its release! I tried writing its review but couldn’t complete it. The reason being, while there is nothing really overtly wrong with the film, somehow I found something essential missing in the film which didn t make me gasp in admiration. Perhaps, the glossing over the finer details was a prime reason. However, the movie becomes worth a view due to some sterling performances especially Abhishek Bachchan, who breathes a potent energy into the character of Gurukant Desai (The film carries the obligatory disclaimer about it being a work of fiction, but we all know better!). Even Aishwarya looked good in her supportive role. But the other two performances that kept you hooked were of Madhavan (very underrated in Hindi cinema) and Mithun Chakravorty (why did he waste those years doing inane B-grade films?)

One film magazine that usually has good fare to offer (again not naming it since it belongs to the same group) would have us believe that Vidya Balan is the next best thing to happen to cinema. Frankly, I find her very thanda and lacking screen presence and no better than a Gracy Singh! In Guru, she has a wishy-washy role, but she acts even as if she is making some ehsaan on the director! Let s hope she improves, after all it takes just Ek do teen steps to transform a girl-next-door Abodh girl (who once played sister to Meenakshi Sheshadri, of all people!) to become a national sensation that made every lusty Dil’s dhak dhak proclaim ke maar daala! . But then, Madhuri Dixit was well, Madhuri Dixit! And I hope she makes a comeback soon.

On cable, I saw a re-run of Chandni Bar good movie but extremely depressing. Also saw Maati Maange Khoon, on which I have already written in the previous post.

Personal

On personal front, I made a quick tour to Delhi for a family function on Sunday. It was bitterly cold, but was amazed to see the tenacity of ladies flaunting their skin, sarees and saaj-singaar sans any shawl or woolen wear. Even in my suit and with two large Bacardis down, I was shivering.

The return trip was slightly eventful. My car, which is bursting at its seams due to over-abuse, protested loudly and screechingly literally! Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in a loud din and was shaking vigorously. The right-hand rear tyre burst itself, taking along with it my drowsiness and balance. Fortunately, the highway was empty, and there was no vehicle behind or on the sides of mine.

I had a spare tyre, but to my horror learnt that the tool-kit was missing. Since we were just on the outskirts of Palwal (a small town en route), we managed to find a tyre-wallah to change the wheel. Honestly, I was a bit shaken by the whole experience and drove at a saner speed after that. Also, I have to now loosen up my wallet to purchase another tyre!

Careerwise, things are ok nothing too luminous about it. While I made the big shift, I couldn t really carry on with something that I would have loved to do. So I continue to lament, crib, grumble alongwith day-dream, but essentially do nothing about it, and tuck myself cowardly behind million excuses and mundane reasons. It’s like being a stuck record, which looks as if it is moving, but is in reality jammed in the same groove. I am not sure if I will ever do something that truly excites me. I don’t think I will ever have the courage to break the glass ceiling. And let me be candid enough to admit I get these thoughts only when I am alone. Sigh!

Technorati : Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai, Big Brother, Bigg Boss, Rakhi Sawant, Shilpa Shetty

The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

Technorati : Life, Money, Pain, Trauma

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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Ok, viagra
Ok, patient
I have not gone crazy; my spellings are quite good otherwise. But it seems it s the current trend to make spellings look like the type that I have converted them into in the title of this post.

Converting the innately phonetic Hindi language into the Roman script can be tough, unhealthy and often with results that are risque . I mean, a simple sentence like mujhe chhod do can end up sounding more an augur for vulgar than just a plain yelp for help!

In spite of this, one can, and often has been, writing Hindi words in Roman script to a good effect, till the time Balaji Telefilms burst on the television scene, distorting and destroying not only the way serials were made, but also the way titles were written.

Thus, a simple word like ki got extended into kii (as in Kyunk Kii Saas ) or, worse as kay (as in Kasauti Zindagi Kay). Soon, the fad passed on to other serial-makers also. Hence a beautiful name like Sakshi ended up as Saakshhi (or some such thing). And of course, our lovely Bollywood, always ready to ape, jumped into the bandwagon. So the word kabhi got a schizophrenic personality with one ending with e and other without; and this, all in the title of only one film (Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham)! The two neighboring kabhi s in the title were e stranged, e volving into an e nigmatic e chelon of e ccentricism!

Due to this, Kareena became Kariena, Sunil Shetty transformed to Suniel, and Deepak Tijori reduced to Depak. It is a different story altogether that none of the above had any e xtra illustrious output at the box office.

Of course, the kii to this lock hangs in the immense faith that film wallahs have on numerology, rather than good script or direction! Despite the latter being a more faithful aide than a few additions or deletions of alphabets in the titles, our filmmakers continue to boggle us with strange titles. If numerology was such a strong factor, how come all of Ekta Kapoor s films have crashed at the box office? Or, does numerology have selective

Strangely, Ekta has herself not changed the spelling of her name. But taking a cue from her, I am just considering a change in my name. No way am I going to do what the Tijori guy has done to our name; it sounds obscene- I am not giving any pak off me, nor am I inclined to make people fun of it by rhyming it with a well-known four letter word! But, how about Diipak? Or, Deipakk?

Aaap kii maddaaad chhaiyiyah!

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I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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This post has no form or purpose, melanoma and should be taken as an idle chitter chatter -a conversation with my fellow readers. And like all good conversations, prostate let’s start with the weather. The intolerable cold wave has passed away; like always, page the mercurial downswings kept the fires of the press media burning as they kept informing us on the plummeting temperatures; the race for breaking records was on by the weather gods. Now if only our cricket team could emulate that swiftness – in reverse, that is, for they are already dipping where run rates are concerned!

The days are pretty warm now, but the evenings can be quite chilly.

Media

The media has much to cheer these days. First, Ash-Abhishek gave enough fodder to the grist mill, with their innumerable poojas and hawans and whatnots. Then, they finally acquiesced and gave more bytes to them with their impromptu (?) engagement. One full page was devoted to this news item (along with several related articles) in a national daily (and I am not naming it because historically it has a reputation of sending legal notices to bloggers not that my blog is very popular, but still why take the risk? I am sure everyone would guess which one I am talking about). Today, they carried a feature on how Ash’s community would celebrate the wedding, replete with all possible details down to the last ceremonial custom that they would observe. It remains to be seen whether a more cosmopolitan Aishwarya follows the traditional method or not. Perhaps it will give some litigator reason to file yet another sham PIL. A list of such cases was published in the same paper, and I found that the only worthy article in the entire bulk that got delivered in the morning!

The second debate on is about Big Brother and the alleged racial attack on Shilpa Shetty, which has pushed Rakhi Sawant and her shenanigans, in the show’s Indian avatar, on the back-burner. I haven’t seen Big Brother but from what I have read I couldn’t really see too much of racialism there, but then I could be missing out on something. However, I don t find it too surprising after all this was the same country that romped all over the world usurping territories under the guise of “white man’s burden” to cleanse the “lowly black people” . When we haven’t been able to wipe out our obsequious mentality for six decades, it is impossible to imagine they would come out clean from their centuries of cardinal carriage. Since Shilpa Shetty is a celebrity, and was on television, so it makes good news, but I think every ordinary person also gets subjected to this sometime or the other -subtle or overt- in any foreign land. Some years back there was a film on it too ( I – Proud to be Indian) but since it starred Sohail Khan, I guess no one really bothered to watch it.

What amuses me no end is the way we screw up our noses, when we have perfected our very own brand of racialism: casteism!

So what s my take? Ekdum neutral! While I wouldn t bet a penny or paisa on Shilpa Shetty’s acting talent (except for a riveting performance in Phir Milenge, she has done nothing very worthwhile), I am pretty sure that she is an intelligent girl who would have known what she is getting into. Having seen quite a bulk of Bigg Boss, I realize that that in this game the tools of attack can be anything personal, racial or anyother!

That’s all from TV!

Films

On the film front saw Guru on the first day of its release! I tried writing its review but couldn’t complete it. The reason being, while there is nothing really overtly wrong with the film, somehow I found something essential missing in the film which didn t make me gasp in admiration. Perhaps, the glossing over the finer details was a prime reason. However, the movie becomes worth a view due to some sterling performances especially Abhishek Bachchan, who breathes a potent energy into the character of Gurukant Desai (The film carries the obligatory disclaimer about it being a work of fiction, but we all know better!). Even Aishwarya looked good in her supportive role. But the other two performances that kept you hooked were of Madhavan (very underrated in Hindi cinema) and Mithun Chakravorty (why did he waste those years doing inane B-grade films?)

One film magazine that usually has good fare to offer (again not naming it since it belongs to the same group) would have us believe that Vidya Balan is the next best thing to happen to cinema. Frankly, I find her very thanda and lacking screen presence and no better than a Gracy Singh! In Guru, she has a wishy-washy role, but she acts even as if she is making some ehsaan on the director! Let s hope she improves, after all it takes just Ek do teen steps to transform a girl-next-door Abodh girl (who once played sister to Meenakshi Sheshadri, of all people!) to become a national sensation that made every lusty Dil’s dhak dhak proclaim ke maar daala! . But then, Madhuri Dixit was well, Madhuri Dixit! And I hope she makes a comeback soon.

On cable, I saw a re-run of Chandni Bar good movie but extremely depressing. Also saw Maati Maange Khoon, on which I have already written in the previous post.

Personal

On personal front, I made a quick tour to Delhi for a family function on Sunday. It was bitterly cold, but was amazed to see the tenacity of ladies flaunting their skin, sarees and saaj-singaar sans any shawl or woolen wear. Even in my suit and with two large Bacardis down, I was shivering.

The return trip was slightly eventful. My car, which is bursting at its seams due to over-abuse, protested loudly and screechingly literally! Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in a loud din and was shaking vigorously. The right-hand rear tyre burst itself, taking along with it my drowsiness and balance. Fortunately, the highway was empty, and there was no vehicle behind or on the sides of mine.

I had a spare tyre, but to my horror learnt that the tool-kit was missing. Since we were just on the outskirts of Palwal (a small town en route), we managed to find a tyre-wallah to change the wheel. Honestly, I was a bit shaken by the whole experience and drove at a saner speed after that. Also, I have to now loosen up my wallet to purchase another tyre!

Careerwise, things are ok nothing too luminous about it. While I made the big shift, I couldn t really carry on with something that I would have loved to do. So I continue to lament, crib, grumble alongwith day-dream, but essentially do nothing about it, and tuck myself cowardly behind million excuses and mundane reasons. It’s like being a stuck record, which looks as if it is moving, but is in reality jammed in the same groove. I am not sure if I will ever do something that truly excites me. I don’t think I will ever have the courage to break the glass ceiling. And let me be candid enough to admit I get these thoughts only when I am alone. Sigh!

Technorati : Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai, Big Brother, Bigg Boss, Rakhi Sawant, Shilpa Shetty

The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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Ok, viagra
Ok, patient
I have not gone crazy; my spellings are quite good otherwise. But it seems it s the current trend to make spellings look like the type that I have converted them into in the title of this post.

Converting the innately phonetic Hindi language into the Roman script can be tough, unhealthy and often with results that are risque . I mean, a simple sentence like mujhe chhod do can end up sounding more an augur for vulgar than just a plain yelp for help!

In spite of this, one can, and often has been, writing Hindi words in Roman script to a good effect, till the time Balaji Telefilms burst on the television scene, distorting and destroying not only the way serials were made, but also the way titles were written.

Thus, a simple word like ki got extended into kii (as in Kyunk Kii Saas ) or, worse as kay (as in Kasauti Zindagi Kay). Soon, the fad passed on to other serial-makers also. Hence a beautiful name like Sakshi ended up as Saakshhi (or some such thing). And of course, our lovely Bollywood, always ready to ape, jumped into the bandwagon. So the word kabhi got a schizophrenic personality with one ending with e and other without; and this, all in the title of only one film (Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham)! The two neighboring kabhi s in the title were e stranged, e volving into an e nigmatic e chelon of e ccentricism!

Due to this, Kareena became Kariena, Sunil Shetty transformed to Suniel, and Deepak Tijori reduced to Depak. It is a different story altogether that none of the above had any e xtra illustrious output at the box office.

Of course, the kii to this lock hangs in the immense faith that film wallahs have on numerology, rather than good script or direction! Despite the latter being a more faithful aide than a few additions or deletions of alphabets in the titles, our filmmakers continue to boggle us with strange titles. If numerology was such a strong factor, how come all of Ekta Kapoor s films have crashed at the box office? Or, does numerology have selective

Strangely, Ekta has herself not changed the spelling of her name. But taking a cue from her, I am just considering a change in my name. No way am I going to do what the Tijori guy has done to our name; it sounds obscene- I am not giving any pak off me, nor am I inclined to make people fun of it by rhyming it with a well-known four letter word! But, how about Diipak? Or, Deipakk?

Aaap kii maddaaad chhaiyiyah!

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Since I have no decent topic to write on, ambulance here is a collage of a few sights and thoughts while I walked the streets of Kathmandu. For those who know the layout of the city will understand the route I took. This is a presentation of half a journey, story sliced midway, gynecologist lest some stalker finds his way to my home.

I pass the Air India office. The airline does not operate here; the reason for its existence is unknown. I had met the general manager some days back at a party and posed the same question. He could not give a convincing reply. The man was genial and jovial, so I shut up and had enjoyed his anecdotes. Still, I wish they would not waste money in operating offices in foreign lands where the airline is not flying to. Worse, the building is so shabby, it s a shame.

The SBI is housed in a better one, a few steps down the same road. However, architecturally it’s dull as if a pavement of square glass tiles has been erected. The entrance on the side is weird and resembles the narrow balconies of seedy hotels on cheap hill stations; on the left a driveway runs down in a slope.

Beyond it, regretfully, the PIA building looks more promising with its colonial, arch-shaped fa ade. It is a one-storied singular stand-alone construction; still, it’s colonial, I observe. I extend my patriotism to vague and weird levels, even to the buildings housing my country s governmental offices in foreign lands.

Passing Jai Nepal Cinema Hall, I see Waqt posters are up. Shuddering at the uncomfortable memories of Anu Mallik’s throaty and raspy warbling, I shake off my eyes and ears from the sight, lest the horrendous song starts playing in the mind. Thankfully, it does not. I still have Lata Mangeshkar‘s sonorous Mere dil ne jo maanga mil gaya running in the loop in my mind s stereo. (Never mind if you do not know the song; even I didn t till a few days back, but it s got some lovely lyrics that go Munh chhupa kar gaya hai andhera, mere jeevan ka aaya savera, aaj kadmon mein jhukne laga aasman, ho gayi pyaar ki har tammana jawaan). It s from an old film Rakhwala; old, I know for I have seen the newer one starring Anil Kapoor and Farha(not exactly new!) with some horrible music by Nadeem Shravan, pre-Aashiqui.

Rounding the bend of the passage, I bow to a small roadside temple (Kathmandu streets are full of these minute edifices). Opposite to this, the Hyundai showroom stands wistfully awaiting customers. The prices of cars are staggering here. The name Avco International rings a bell; if I am not mistaken the same have a share in one of the Gurgaon dealership.

Passing the shops there, I notice that Visa card is more famous here than Mastercard. Both are on my lists of must-join employers, reasons best unknown to me (like many other things in my life). I have no clue about these companies whatsoever, but still they sound interesting to work for (don t laugh, I am dead serious, I often go by this logic!). Since Visa is full fledgedly here (and in Bhutan) I wouldn t mind staying on here but under different masters.

On the Gairidhara road, I am almost runover by a huge, red Land-Cruiser Prado. I let out choicest of Punjabi expletives. The car is well past the earshot. I have spoken these words after months, it is almost cathartic. Hell, what s wrong with me, where shouting out abuses is cathartic for me?

I quicken my pace in front of the Bhatbateni Supermarket. It is one of the largest ones in Kathmandu three storied high and with many sub-shops in its compound. It s a fantasy land for me, and my reserves not to spend always weaken seeing the large array of goods displayed attractively. I walk fast to avoid succumbing to the temptation.

I cross the Chinese Embassy yes, the same place that I was trying to find in my last post, and just when I was climbing the slight uphill in front of Nepal Rastra Bank (the Central Bank of Nepal, equivalent to our RBI), I realize that I am through with half my walk.

The idea of this post was running in my mind, all this while. (It always happens with me; I think out the exact layout of the post before I type it). God, I had not paid attention of feeling thin . Now a great lady had recently told me that it s the thought that always matter . She was right. Since the weighing scales wickedly show the numbers going down miserably slow-motion, I have to rely on the thought only.

It starts to rain. Though I had noticed an overcast sky, I was not expecting it to shower. Now, Kathmandu has the most mercurial and unpredictable weather, and it can rain anytime (which also makes living her exciting and enthralling). I like rains. But three things deterred me from embracing them today a) I prefer rains when they come during the day, not in the evenings b) I fancy the soft drizzle to the hard blobs that were falling from the skies c) I was wearing a light beige shirt, which when wet would have looked awfully compromising.

First up, I took out the thinning bundle of cash from my top shirt pocket and placed it in the inner one of the trousers. (I wish the readymade pants had not stopped making the obscure chor-pocket behind the waistline in fashion in my father’s days ; old-fashioned, they may be, but extremely convenient as well, more so if one is traveling). But I am digressing.

So, before I could look like Mandikini-in-reverse-semi-nudity (I can now expect many more bizarre google searches), I took shelter. Imitation is the best form of flattery, it is said. But, I wish my gall bladder had not decided to imitate the laden skies at that very moment. The same great lady (as mentioned above) had advised to drink loades of water; she simply forgot to inform about the gallons of treated water that would pass my backyard drains as well!

Eventually, the rains slackened and resumed my walk back home but only to be inunandated with a fresh round of shower; this time I did not stop.

I heard my name called. I looked back. I had met the person on my official duties. “Can I drop you off somewhere?” he offered after the exchange of pleasantries.

“No, thanks. I am on my evening walk,” I replied, casually.

He looked at me from top to bottom. “In the rain?” he blurted out after a brief second, incredulously.

“Err it wasn t raining when I started off” I added lamely but truthfully. He looked at me and the sky with the same look that Johny Lever gave the sardar-boy in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. I hope he considers me sane enough to deal with me on official matters!

I live near a marriage hall. It is on the plot immediately next to the one which houses my apartment. It can be quite an irritant, allergy sale considering Indian marriages are all about pomp, ed show and noise. Especially last month was terrible – when the Gods and their messengers had opened a small window to entangle as many willing couples as possible (so much so that as many as 30,000 couples tied the knot in just one single day!). Every evening I would come home to the din of speakers blaring out the latest hits. On the positive side, it helped me keep abreast of the latest in music. Often, the song selection was hilariously incongruous. For example, Mujhko pehchaan lo main hoon Don. I wonder what the bride’s family would think if the groom actually turned out to be one. Considering that I live in a belt known more for its crime than courtesy, you really never know!

Sitting in my flat, I would try to fathom what would be happening below. It is easy to recognize when a baraat arrives. Usually, the band and the music reach their output’s zenith. And when they quieten after some moments and the strains of Baharon phool barsaao play out, one can be sure that the bride has arrived. In Agra, another very jarring trend is of mobile orchestra accompanying a baraat, along with the ubiquitous band-wallahs. Invariably, the singers are so off-key that they make Himesh Reshammiya sound the sweetest voice on the earth. And their pronunciations often had me in splits. For instance, Just cheeel cheel just cheeeel made me wonder why the lady was calling the inauspicious cheel – kauwas! Maybe she was really referring to the inebriated dancers that always accompany the hapless groom perched atop a wary mare! The baraat and wedding celebration are still fine. I can bear them. What irks me the maximum is the unearthly time of most bidaais. It can be devastating to wake up five or six in the morning to the sounds of the band playing the only one number they seem to know of for the occasion – Mohd. Rafi’s Babul ki duaayein leti jaa. Come to think of, isn’t it strange that the maximum ‘occasional’ numbers, be it a dulhan‘s cheerful arrival or her tearful bidaai, or even of popular festivals like Holi and Rakhi, come from older films? Why aren’t are new songs capable of catering to these universal occasions?

[composed and posted with ecto]

The maid is on leave; in fact, emergency she has not come in since the time I returned back. For the first two days I gave her the benefit of doubt of not knowing /remembering my return date. Today, psychiatrist I verified from a couple of other places where she works, and learnt that she has indeed been on an extended Holi holiday.

A quick glance at the kitchen sink made my heart sink faster than Titanic. Not that I have many utensils in the first place, but the way they were thrown into the narrow steel basin made the Everest look like Snow White’s entourage! The grease/grime and the sticky, browny look were not encouraging either (though I always take care to soak them in the night)

Last night I had skipped cooking dinner, hoping that she would be here today morning. My optimistic outlook lasted till the evening when I went to verify her whereabouts, sheepishly knocking at unsuspecting people’s places asking about her.

Since her return might take an indefinite time, realization dawned faster than Archimedes could scream eureka that if I had to avoid any further eating out binges, I needed to clean this stuff fast.

With the deepest sigh that would make Romeo proud, I put on a favorite Lata Mangeshkar CD, and started the rub-and-scrub session.

Half-way through the tedious process I concluded that all advertisements were a big farce. Neither the super-cleaning Vim bar nor the powder cleaned away the grease with the effortless stroke shown in such ad-films. Worse, how can the ladies shown in the film beam through the act as if they have won a million-dollar lottery? Or, are these ad-films a case study in masochism? Or, do ladies genuinely get orgasmic pleasure in scouring sullied utensils?

Though the melamine plates were easy, the pressure cooker and the kadhai proved to be tough customers. I swear I could not have created so much foam in the bathroom ever as I did on these two stubborn artifacts to have them reach a semblance of cleanliness. I attacked them viciously and lecherously with a singular shakti till they succumbed to my curse-sting grouch!

The two have never looked more cleanly ever!

I let out a silent prayer that thankfully, just yesterday, I had broken a glass, which meant one item less to clean. Perhaps, I should buy the paper glasses now. As I reached the turn of the humble steel glasses, I realized that there were only two of them left. Now, I am sure that I had brought a full set of six glasses. With hands covered in vim and foam, I looked over the house to find the rest they were scattered all over the place; one, outside in a corner at the porch; another, below the bed, which proved to be a blessing in disguise because from there I also unearthed a lost pair of socks; the balance were on various window-sills. Relieved that all six of them had not deserted me, I went about my mission.

After a grueling three-quarters-of-an-hour, I had the kitchen sink cleaned up; since, in the background, Lataji was urging kisise darrna nahin, darr darr ke jeena nahin I decided to follow her advise, and not be scared or cowered down by the mess all over. Thus, I spent the next half hour tidying up the entire kitchen cleaning the shelf and the gas, placing things where they are meant to be, removing empty ketchup and water bottles and mopping off all the extraneous dirt.

As I stepped back to admire my own hardwork, I noticed that the sun had set. At the same time, it dawned on me that after putting in so much trouble I was in no mood to cook and soil and spoil my efforts. Hence, it will be a dinner out today also, I told myself resolutely.

Thus, the entire chakra that started off with my unwillingness to go out, ended up being the reason for my actually stepping out into the balmy Kathmandu evening and rushing to my favorite fast-food joint. Touche.

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I must have been around 12 or so when the writing bug got permanently installed within the grey matters of my brain ( more on that some other time). And ever since the day I started to write, sildenafil my ambition has been to write on Lata Mangeshkar. But whenever I have started to do so, diagnosis words have terribly failed me ( how do you describe this great voice- its like saying describe the heat of the sun, about it can anyone do that?) , and I have been compelled to stop, and pick up some other topic.
I did write a few “Letters to the Editor” in Filmfare defending Lata Mangeshkar (if there was any adverse comment on her, and criticising a female called Anuradha Paudwal who thought she could oust Lataji) but never a full fledged article or essay on her. But today, having started this Blog, and having forced open a new avenue of writing, I return to my favorite, and respected, topic. I am still not convinced if I can write even half as comprehensively as what my mind wants me to write, but I will definitely give it a try.

When I close my eyes, and sit back and reflect, and try to figure out what my earliest memories in this life are, the one voice that sways in with its melliflous lilt is that of Lata Mangeshkar. From the age of three to six we were in Sri Lanka due to my father’s assignment there. At that time, I recall vividly, my father and my eldest sister used to listen ardently to Radio Ceylon, especially Ameen Sayani’s brilliant programme Binaca Geet Mala ( yes, it was called Binaca at that time). They even used to record their favorite songs onto blank Sony Audio Cassettes – it had a green and black cover with space to list down the songs only on the inside and lasted for full ninety minutes. It was a different era, audio cassettes of films were not available, and you had to buy those huge LP records which were quite expensive. So recording from radio was an economical and better proposition. In any case, the sound clarity was tremendous ( I still have some of these cassettes!) and the presenters were more interested in playing the songs than flaunting their voices or advertisements as they do today. I would sit with them, and listen to all the film songs- papa recorded the older numbers, while my sister got hold of the newer ones – the ones that were hot and happening . “Ni sultana re pyaar ka mausam aaya” sung by Lata and Rafi was a hot favorite with us youngsters. It was during those innumerable and immensely pleasurable sessions that my affair with the voice of Lata Mangeshkar began.

I was completely and indisputedly mesmerised with this honey-sweet melodious and magnificent voice. And since those were her heydays, I got to listen to her a lot.

A few years later we came back to India; this was the time of the early eighties. Lataji was cutting down her assignments- though I did not realise it at that time, because there was always a constant flow of music from the ubiquitous green and black audio cassettes which had more than 80% songs sung by the diva. In fact, when my sister got married off, she dutifully re-recorded those cassettes onto fresh tapes ( by now Sony had come out with a newer and more flashy red design) and took them along with her as part of her dowry.

During this time I also realised that there was another voice alongwith Lata that was much less sharp, and less fulfilling- Asha Bhonsle. To a eight or nine year myself I compared the two voices to strings- one perfectly wound up, taut and tight; the other, loose and sagging. I would even playfully try to mimic those two by composing some gibberish and give the better part to Lataji.

Another assignment of dad brought us to Europe and once again, it cut down our supply of Hindi film songs. But Dad being innovative, we found a new way to keep our stocks replenished. Our video player ( a bulky Akai one weighing a whopping 18 kgs) arrived; and since, Hindi films were easily available on video, we used to record the songs from the tv to the audio by placing a cassette player in front of the television speaker. Of course, at that time when the songs were being recorded we had to ensure that no one spoke lest those external sounds also get recorded. That was the time when Amitabh Bachchan was reigning supreme, and in his films invariably we found one or two odd Lata songs- Naseeb, Desh Premee, Bemisal to name a few. Of course there were other gems also like Baseraa, Sanyasi (the video was available in the eighties only), Kranti , Karz and many more. Naturally the recording quality was dismal, but then, where were there those hi fi systems then to play them even?

Then dad got me the ultimate gift… a small audio player ( dictafone, I came to know much later) manufactured by Philips and having really cute small sized cassettes. My, my, I had a field day recording months after months my own collection of songs- all Lata’s, needless to add, though to be honest at that time I was not sure why I was even doing this selective recording.

One incident I remember clearly. I had watched Aarzoo the night before. In the film there is one very beautiful song “bedardi baalma tujhko mera mann yaad karta hai”. I was so taken up by that song that I kept singing it ( and trying, in my puerile manner to imitate Lataji) and when my teacher caught me humming that number in class room, she even made me sing it in front of the entire class. Not that those Europeans would have ever understood the meaning, but the sad part is they got to hear it in my considerably off tone voice.

Its only when I was in college, and independent enough to buy my own collection of audio cassettes( I was getting a reasonable pocket money by then), that I once sat down to realise what turned me on whenever I listened to Lataji. Then, as I do now, I tried to list down a few reasons: ( they all overlap, and they all sound repetitive)

a) She has the most perfect voice that God ever created. Its as pure as listening to a stream on a mountain side, as fresh as the dawn that breaks over the horizon every morning, and as soothing as the moon that rules the night.

b) She sings in impeccable accent

c) Her voice suits all the heroines
d) She never sings off-key

e) Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, she is the one voice that has been part of my growing up- from my childhood to my youth and now middle orders; she has been there in my happiness, sorrow, heartbreak, first love, marriage – you name the occassion, her songs have inspired me, motivated me, moved me, soothed me, stirred me, and loved me

Her songs have been there at all the memorable times of my life- my school times, my passing out of school ( Maine Pyaar Kiya and Chandni had been just released then); college and those innumerable discussion on Lamhe ( she sang all the songs in the film ) in the canteen, to my first job and now, the current assignment that I have taken.

Of course, by now her voice is permanentely fossilised in my entire being ( its as indelible as the moles on my skin) and I cannot even think of any other singer besides her. To be honest, Lata is the only lady of whom I can say I have been a honest and true fan. All the rest, be it actors or actresses do not matter, and keep changing. But she is one favorite who has stood the test of time in my life.

And, she is the only star to whom I even wrote to once, wishing her on one of her birthdays ( September 28th). Expectedly, she did not let me down, I received a personally signed thank you note- my most cherished possession apart from her songs.

I have embarked on a mission of restoring and converting all the songs that were there in those lovely green and black audio cassettes- I have found many of them, but a lot many of them still elude me, and seem to have got permanently lost into the sands of time. I hope I succeed.

And phew, look, I have finally managed to finish writing a piece on my affair with Lata’s voice. ( I am sorry, but memories once visited should not be repeated too soon as they lose their charm. I have relived my childhood while writing this piece, I will not go over it again to even check it, so I let the spellings and grammatical errors remain. Please forgive me for my little idiosyncracies)

All the best Lataji…keep enchanting us as ever!!!

Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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Today morning, stuff I heard Yaara seeli seeli*** for the umpteenth time – a very satisfying and fulfilling number. As the song ended with its impossibly high and collosally breathtaking crescendo, there I switched off the player – seeping in the reverberations of the voice that had once again shaken, cystitis stirred and stimulated the core of my soul; a thought struck my mind that I hadn’t done any post on Lata Mangeshkarji for a long long time now.

So here is one, a mosaic of memories from my lifetime. I am afraid the post has gone longer than intended, but I didnt have the heart to cut it out, or post it in parts.

For me, discovering songs sung by Latadidi (Lata Mangeshkar) is a passionate quest for a lifetime; and often, the results have been more often than not extremely satisfying.

As I wrote earlier, my love for Lata Mangeshkar’s voice began when I was too young to understand the feeling of love or being enthralled. I was too little to comprehend as to why I was selectively recording her songs when my dad got me a mini-diktaphone. I was too kiddish to grasp as to why my heart beat stopped when I heard her voice soar in the impossibly high-pitched Jahan pe sawera ho**! (Today, I heard the song again and I am convinced they must have invented laser beam hearing her unwavering-hitting-the-soul voice!)

My collection

My urge to build my own personal collection began during college years, when I was somewhat financially better off due to a constant stream of pocket money. At that time Lata didi had made a resounding comeback post-Maine Pyar Kiya with a flush of films like Pathar Ke Phool, Lekin, Sanam Bewafa etc. Naturally, these were the first choice for purchase.

Simultaneously, I scoured dad’s old collection, picking up likeable songs and finding their film names. Those were pre-historic times sans internet or google search, so I had to rely on his knowledge and fortify it further with information given by like-minded friends (particularly Bhaskar*, who was quite into old film songs). Hours were spent in various music shops browsing through cassettes to buy the optimum one since the budget was limited and I had to lay my money on the best option. Those were not the days of Music Worlds or Planet M’s either. So, I had to rely on the shop-keepers’ goodness as well. Often, they would be irritated because I would ask for various names.

During the decade of 1990-2000, I built up the volumes in my collection so much so that by the end of that era, I was purchasing albums just for one or two songs, having the rest in some other collection.

A newly opened shop in H-Block of our area was a favorite place. The owner couple became good friends and allowed me to stay on, just looking around at the titles and often (if the cassette wasn’t sealed) playing out some numbers to let me get the feel. I amdit, just looking through album covers provided me a high, and I still enjoy spending time in music-shops.

I recall my desperation when my sister informed that she had heard the title song of Henna at some shop where she had gone shopping that day. Impatiently I waited for evening, and set out to get hold of the cassette. The delight in seeing Lata Mangeshkar’s name listed in all the songs was immeasurable.

Likewise I had kept a keen tab on the audio release of Lamhe and paid several visits to the H-block shop to purchase it, but it hadn’t arrived. I was there when the HMV man came to deliver the cassettes, and I bought my copy straight off his bag; definitely the first buyer to get hold of the album in our area at least! That night, while my parents watched Dil Hai Ke Maanta Nahiin on video (a film which I had childishly sworn not to see since it had Anuradha Paudwal’s awful voice, and also because she was trying to rival Didi; I saw the film much later when Paudwal’s career had crumbled), I locked myself in my room and immersed myself in the engrossing strains of Kabhi mai kahuun (Lata Mangeshkar) and Mohe chhedo na (Lata Mangeshkar)on my walkman!

Sadly, that shop had to close down in a few years. I made the best of the clearance sale that the owners held. Some years later, my new haunt was another small shop, in the main market. This one also closed down soon, and had a considerably small collection, but I have to mention the shop since this is where I bought the audio of Singapore – a little known Shammi Kapoor starrer, but with outstanding Shankar Jaikishan compositions. From this shop, I also bought the comeback album of Naushadsaahab and Lata Didi together – the flop Teri Paayal Meri Geet.

At that time, my fulcrum of search rested on two pillars: either they were Lataji’s songs or they were Shankar Jaikishan’s musicals. Since they worked together for quite a long time, buying a combination of their talent helped. During 1990-1993, I bought several of their film audios including Kanhaiya/Mai Nashe Mein Hoon, Hariyali Aur Raasta, Dil Ek Mandir/Dil Apna Preet Paraayi, Singapore, Anari/Chori Chori, Amrapali, Saanjh Aur Savera/Ek Dil Sau Afsaane, Shikast/Poonam and others. Apart from this, of course, I bought several Anmol Rattan-Lata Mangeshkar series that HMV had released. When the money would be lean, Bhaskar and I split the purchase and then record the cassette from each other.

At other times, when she sang only one or two numbers in a film, I would get them recorded. Hence, I have a cassette which I titled Lata Mangeshkar-Songs from 1990-91 that has numbers from both popular films like Ghayal and Thanedaar, but also from lesser heard ones like Farishtay (Saat kunwaron mein ek kunwari (Lata Mangeshkar)and Tere bina jag lagta hai soona (Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd. Aziz)) and one very curiously unheard but an extremely likeable duet Zara sa mujhe chhoona toh dekh kahiin khwaab na ho(Lata Mangeshkar, Amit Kumar) from an ill-fated Raj Babbar-Dimple starrer Karamyodha (composed by an off-beat Ajeet Verman).

When I started earning, I invested a large part of my salary in buying more musiccassettes – all Latadidi! By then, I had purchased a latest model of Sony audio system and after every such purchase, I would rush home and listen to the resounding voice in full glory of surround sound. Bliss couldn’t get a better definition ever!

I still remember the look of horror on my mom’s face when I told her I had bought a 5-CD Legends series collection of Lata Didi for a whopping Rs. 1500 and that, when my net salary wasn’t more than Rs 8-9000!!!!

Travel

Alongside music, my other interest is traveling and exploring new areas. Hill-stations excite me a lot and I have been lucky to visit several hill towns in India.

Instead of buying a souvenir that would be later relegated to some obscure shelf in the drawing room, I made a policy of buying one audio cassette from that place. Thus, whenever I listen to the music of Fauj, other than enjoying Latadi’s vivacious number Haaye main marjaawaan tere sadqe jaawaan, it brings back happy memories of the days spent in Mount Abu (during an autumn break in college) – the days when I got allergic to the blanket provided by our hotel and I kept sneezing the entire night, or how I cut my finger with a razor blade (no, the modern and more convenient Gillette Sensor Excels still hadn’t arrived) or how we trudged on its Mall Road leading towards the serene Nakki Jheel. The contours of the melody are irrevocably welded with the intricate marble work at Dilwara Temples and the hushed movement of the music is blended with the uncanny silence of the Kanyakumari Ashram.

Similarly, listening to Yeh Dillagi’s soundtrack refreshes my memory of another visit a few years later in 1994 – this time, to Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

And Calcutta doesn’t so much evoke strong reminiscence of its narrow roads stuffed with over-sized Ambassador Taxis, as it does of the leisurely two-hours spent in the HMV Showroom. There, I bought a lip-smackingly delicious Lata Mangeshkar collection’s vinyl record (I still had the player then), containing some long-forgotten gems.

In 1999, I paid a visit to Bombay due to my company’s training. It was the first (and probably the only) time that I stayed in that claustrophic city for a considerable length of time. Apart from discovering it at length- this included a boat ride at Gateway of India and a visit to a dance bar, I also stepped into the Planet M showroom at the Times of India building on Dr. D.N.Road. (Visit to the road was also monumental in the sense that I had written several letters to Filmfare, with this address and I was curious to see the place where all those missives ended). Planet M hadn’t made a foray in Delhi till then, and it was my first such visit to such a showroom where one could browse audio cassettes, without any hitch or hinderance. I was like Alice in a musical wonderland and came out loaded with fresh CD’s and cassettes!

Likewise, when I came to Agra, one of the first few things I did (other than seeing the Taj, of course) was to enter Planet M and purchase a cassette – needless to say, that of Lata Mangeshkar’s!

Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja

Once, a class-mate (who was doing part-time work for the newly revamped DD Metro channel) told me that he was working on an episode that dealt with film songs from same titles of different era. He added that he was on the look-out for an old Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja. At that time, the newer film with the same title ate up lots of newsprint due to its big budget. The classmate also mentioned that Shankar Jaikishan had composed the music for the older film and that Lata Mangeshkar had sung all the songs, which made my curiousity strong. I wasn’t too close to him, so I couldn’t press further (later, he entered Bollywood and worked in several films; he bowled me over with his superb performance in The Legend of Bhagat Singh). But I filed the name in my memory archives and set out on its search.

Several unfruitful days were spent in Palika Bazar shops to find the album. Given the confusing architecture of the underground Palika Baazar, I would often hilariously reach the same exasperated shopkeeper again and demand for Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja! I don’t think I left any shop un-visited. But the album was nowhere to be found. Thereafter, I had to as much as sight anything resembling a music shop – however small or dilapidated – and ask for this album.

The soundtrack eluded me for several years.

During my first job, I traveled to Gujarat. It was a tough experience for a novice, visiting interior towns like Mehsana, Sabarkantha and Anand (Today, I’d be hardly bothered, but at that time it was nerve-wracking!). Mercifully, the itinary ended at Ahmedabad, from where I was to take a train back to Delhi. Due to the available reservations, I also got a day extra there. Keeping in mind my policy of buying one audio cassette from a new place, I started looking around for music-shops.

It was a hot mid-summer day, and my memory is a bit weakened now. But I know it wasn’t a regular music shop – just an Archies kind of outlet, that has gift items, audiocassettes and greeting cards all together. I wasn’t expecting anything much from there. So imagine my ultimate joy, delight and euphoria when the tackily done blue audio cover with just the name Roop Ki Rani Choron Ka Raja printed in an old fashioned font, beamed up at me!!! It is impossible to describe the sheer magnitude of my excitement when I held the cassette in my hand. I was so excited that my hands were shivering when I picked up the cassette; the shopkeeper didn’t know this, but at that time, I would have readily and gladly paid any price he would have asked for!

Bountiful Joys

Over the course of the years, my search for songs has led me to several joyful moments as well. For example, it was while looking for the song Neelaam ghar mein from Clerk that led me to join the online Fan club of Latadidi on Yahoo Groups. I got the song, but I also made many friends during my interactions there. I also got the privilege of being the moderator for one such fan club- a title that I am mighty proud of, though frankly, I don’t get enough time to do justice to the group. Still, I love the place:- it is like a small sangeet mehfil, with music lovers from diverse backgrounds and differing countries (including non-Indians), all brought together for the love of one voice that evokes instant divinity. Some discussions have been very gratifying, and with one friend in Mumbai I continue to have ‘sms’ chats over Latadi’s songs.

Often, my absence from the blog can be directly linked to a spurt of posts on the group.

Offline, I have discovered many new jewels that I hadn’t originally set out for. This happens when I begin looking for a song armed with just a line or two. For example, I found the enriching Ek baat poochhti hoon when I was searching for a similar worded Mai tumhi se poochhti hoon (Black Cat).

Now, with the rampant usage of internet, finding songs and their details is an easy task. There are several people out there who have devoted so much time and energy to create web-sites and pages only to list out songs and their informations. It is amazing, and often I feel very small and dwarfed at their effort.

Rare?!

Over the years I find that not only have I managed to build up an honorable collection, but also some of them are songs that are rare and now virtually on their way to extinction.

These can be dividided into two categories one, which were always hard to find, but I had managed to get know of them, thanks to my dad’s rich collection recorded from Radio Ceylon. I have conscientiously tried to find those gems, and succeeded in getting their digitized versions.

In this, my friends from the Yahoo Group have aided me; several members have gifted these rare songs, recognizing my need is not because I am a hoarder (oh yes! There is a mercenary lot that keeps the rare numbers for selling purposes) but because of my genuine love for Lata Didi.

The second category is what I call ‘by default rare’ . These are the nineties films, often released on now-defunct music labels, but which I had bought without thinking that they would cease to be on public memory. Films like I Love You or Kanoon, Megha or Vishwasghaat (four Latadi songs composed by an unknown composer duo Shyam Surender, erstwhile assistants to Nadeem Shravann) are forgotten now but I own their cassettes, some on the verge of decay. I hold on to them precariously, hoping to convert them to mp3’s before they completely give up. When I had bought them, I hadn’t imagined that they would be a treasure to behold.

One such name is of a film called Jaan-E- Tamanna, which never got made and was supposed to star Karisma and Saif. It has three Latadidi songs composed by Aadesh Srivastav!

Then there are the songs that I hadn’t known at all, but my friends still gave me, as a beautifully kind gesture. It would be impossible to list them out but I think all such gifts can be epitomized by one song Peeke chale from Paakeezah. Oh! What a delightful discovery it was. I can’t ever thank my friend enough for gifting this! (I had the good luck to meet this friend offline recently, when he came to Delhi from London, where he stays).

When I was in Kathmandu I was living on a very meagre collection (it was next to impossible to carry the entire collection in the limited airways baggage allowance, plus I didnt have the requisite machine to listen to the cassettes). Hence sometimes the desire to listen to one or the other song was so strong that I would at once ping another friend (in Canada) to email it to me. In the due course, he also opened the windows to another set of exceedingly superb songs. His contribution in enhancing my collection can never be ignored.

I must say I am an intense advocate for buying original cassettes/CD’s – for two main reasons: a) Lata Didi gets a royalty from the album sales , so why deprive her her valid income? b) more sales will force the commercially inclined music companies to keep churning out her collections. However, sheepishly I have to admit I broke my own rules in Nepal – both by rampantly asking for songs from friends, as also by buying those pirated mp3 CD’s which prolifiterate every city’s gray market. My only consolation is that I have invested quite a lot in buying genuine audio cassettes and CD’s and might get forgiven for this trespass.

Hawalat -last weekend!

Today, my purchases are few and far between; primarily because most releases by the audio cassette companies (HMV or Universal/Music Inida) are merely unimaginative rehashes of their older collections, and I already have those numbers. The more unheard of numbers come from friends only. Still, if I find a song that I have always yearned for tucked away in a collection, I don’t hesitate in buying it. For example, in Agra I bought a very common Rafi-Lata Mangeshkar duet double-cassette pack, only because it contained Tumhare bin guzaare hain kai din ab na guzrenge from a lost Shankar-Jaikishan film Atmaram!

Yet, Lata didi‘s ouvre is a limitless ocean, where I know there are several gems waiting to be unearthed. For example, I am dying to listen to the music of an old fifties film Mehndi since it is the original Umrao Jaan story, and I am keen to hear Latadidi’s interpretation of the pain of the courtesan which I am hundred percent confident will be much more deep than what Asha Bhonsle or Alka Yagnik gave us.

One other such song is Tere pyaar pe bharosa kar toh loon from an obscure eighties film, which I had heard on FM once. Even a google search couldn’t throw up any definitive clue, except for informing the name of the film Hawalat. I sent out messages on the Yahoo Group also. I was in the impression it was a R D Burman composition. But sadly, no one had the song, though I eventually learnt it wasn’t RD Burman, but Anu Mallik who had composed the music. The tune remained with me and hats off to Mallik for creating a tune that is so easy on lips that with just one hear (and that too only once in my entire lifetime) I had quite memorized it!

Last week, when the posters of Hawalat erupted on the walls quite near my house, curiosity gripped me. The only hitch – the film was re-releasing in a shady hall called Meher – the kind of halls that decent people don’t visit, and which usually put up these eighties Mithun ‘action packed’ flicks at regular intervals. But still, the urge was strong. On Saturday, I ended up at the theater. Admittedly, I felt very odd. Mine was the only car parked. And I hate to say this (and sound awfully condescending), but the few people that had turned up in the cold Saturday evening were mostly from the lower strata of society.

I bought a balcony ticket (for a meager Rs 25) and entered the hall. It scared me to notice that I was the only person in the entire balcony section. The film had already started, and it was pitch black. The screen displayed some banter by Rishi Kapoor, one of the heroes. With more than just edgy nervousness, I sat in the nearest seat to the door, and kept hallucinating about what would happen should the management lock the door forgetting that a sole patron sat inside. During interval, I took a quick tour of the hall – shady and seedy, it was a derelict place, with stains all over the place; smelly rubbish cans, overflowing with spit, cigarrette butts and paan remnants; and dusty unswept floor. The balcony seats were ok, but a quick peek into the lower stall made me realise the extent of decay in the hall.

The movie print was horrendously poor, with visible lines of over-use. In between, it would blank out, when probably the reel changed, and there would be hoots and calls from the lower stalls. The voice quality was barely ok.

In all this, I prayed that I had come to the correct film, and that the song would come on soon, so that I can leave immediately. Till interval, there was no sign of the number, and it kept me guessing as to which of the three heroines ( Padmini Kolhapure, Mandakini and Anita Raj) would lip-sync it. To my horror, even the story had moved on to more serious aspects, and I wasnt sure as to how the director would place a song that sounded a romantic one.

During interval, I also realised that they closed the gates, hence there wasnt any chance of leaving immediately after the song.

Finally, the song came on. And boy was I delighted! It was sheer bliss to hear Lata Mangeshkar ‘s sweet and mellifluous voice, despite not a very robust sound system. I found the song was better than I had imagined! That subtle force at the word ‘jhooti’ and the intoxicatingly languid ‘dil’ were a delight to hear. Even Dilip Tahil’s ‘rapa paara,raapa paara’ added to the masti of the number.

The situation is vastly different from what I had imagined. The song comes at a place where Padmini Kolhapure is caught in the villain’s den; she sings the song to divert the attention of the villains ( Prem Chopra, Dilip Tahil) so that she and some other captives can run off. Quite a sensuous number, very unlike what I had thought.

Throughout the number, I forgot where I was, and was in a rapturous awe, and in a way, it was good I was alone there!

The song continues to dodge me. I have hunted for it at various shops. I have furrowed through the webspace to get any version of it. Yet, no good luck till now. Another such number, from yet another Mithun-da eighties flick is ‘Ram kare ke umar qaid humein saath saath ho jaaye re’ from Aadat Se Majboor (Music by Usha Khanna, if I am not too wrong!)

Maati Maangey Khoon

Last night, I got the chance of watching another film having songs that I have searched for eagerly – Raj Khosla’s eighties blunder Maati Maange Khoon. The film has four Latadidi solos – and each one is a nugget to be treasured. The best of the lot is Sang sang saari duniya le hum dono ka naam, ang lagake Shyam kardo Radha ko badnaam, followed by Lo saahib mai bhool gayii (a song mentioned in this post here). The film – a longwinding saga about poor kisaans v/s rich thakurs, with dacoit angle awkwardly juxtaposed on it) starred Shatrughan Sinha, Rekha, Reena Roy, Amjad Khan and Raj Babbar. In fact, Rekha has the most ‘musical’ role in the film – if she is on screen, she sings a song. I could catch only one small scene where she didnt break into a song. I think her dubbing portion would have got over in half a day itself. Nevertheless, I sat through the rut, to pick up Latadi‘s mindblowing rendition of the songs.

During the course of viewing the film, I was constantly texting my Mumbai friend the details, knowing that she would avidly enjoy it. Her reply was

I sincerely appreciate your patience and tolerance for the sake of Lataji’s songs where such flop films are concerned.

I don’t think I can ever claim I am ‘patient’ and ‘tolerant’, but yes I do get an indescribable energy when it comes to listening to Latadidi‘s voice. Once again I feel that words are blunt tools to describe the magnitude of emotions that I go through whenever I hear her voice. Of course, I have songs that are ‘more favorites’ than the other – but if it is a Lataji song, I would naturally give it more than a casual hear. And in the end, sometimes it doesnt matter what the tune is or what the lyrics are – it all melts down to that voice – the voice which is part of my heart, my soul and my very existence!

Alongwith the sweetness that she has added to my life, Latadidi has gifted me a quest for lifetime – a quest that has given me uncountable memorable moments, and one that I hope never ends, so that I continue to be enthralled and surprised by discovering more and more songs.

Long live Lata Didi!

*Name changed
**’Jahan pe saveraa ho from Baseraa; Music: RD Burman; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar
*** Yaara seeli seeli from Lekin; Music: Hridayanath Mangeshkar; Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

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The sun set with its entire innate splendor into the sea. Two lonely figures sat on the beach viewing the bright red disc disappear into the now dark purple waters. The young child, website
perhaps not more than five years of age, view
was closely held by the old lady, recipe
his grandmother; she held him tightly as if he might also get lost into the sea if she loosened her grip; they did not speak, they just watched the sea and the sun. The waves swept the sandy beach with its warm foamy waters and retreated with quietness; the tide was low; and a small warm wind playfully teased the ocean s belly. The same wind blew a few loose strands of the old lady s gray hairs in a mock slow motion. Yonder, on the edge of water body, where it met the sky in a dim dark blue line, stood a ship, small by appearance now, and seemingly still; on closer inspection, it could be made out it was moving towards the left of these two lonely figures, perhaps towards the port, that marked the edge of the city. It was quiet, disconcertingly quiet, just the way it usually is once a great storm has finished off its fury. In fact, the low warm wind held in its loose palms unmistakable signs of spent ferocity. There was no noise except for the sea grumbling towards the beach, and the low pants of the wind, like a runner who has run his race and is now resting and catching up his breath.

The grandmother wore a dull off-white saree, and no make up; her hair was tied loosely behind her in a disgruntled braid, and she sat with a prominent slouch, cross-legged. The boy was leaning on her side, resting in the security of the warm bosom, and his arms were placed over the lady s who held him around the shoulders. He could feel the sweat at the place where the fluffy arms of the lady touched his body. He rested his head on her, and felt even more warm and secure.

The two bodies that sat there were the past and the future, with the present just lost and ruined somewhere. The past held a wide secret, about the present s life. But there was enough luminosity on it, and in its cradle also lay the future, the future that still had to come onto its own as a present, enveloped in glistening, crackling, unruffled, wrinkle-free wrapping paper of its virgin entity- a future, that has to learn from the past, using those experiences as weapons and fighting all the callous storms that devoured the present.

Together they sat, for many hours, till the sun disappeared into the ocean and the night took over with its finality.

(The scene described above is inspired from the final shot of a stark but brilliant film Ankush. Released in the mid-eighties, the film was a vanguard to all the cross-over films that have become so fashionable these days. There also, the present, symbolized by four youths and a girl who reforms them, is destroyed by harsh circumstances. Incidentally, apart from some riveting performances by the lead stars, the film had a very endearing and enduring bhajan- itni shakti humein dena data, mann ka vishwas kamzor ho na I pray we all have the strength to stand by our beliefs!)

Latadi has sung for a wide spectrum of heroines over several decades now – for some she sang in the first film itself. Others were not as lucky. In fact, illness many names that later became synonymous with Lataji’s voice didnt have her singing for them – for example, cheap Rekha (Saawan Bhadon) and Jaya Bhaduri (though she got Lata’s voice in a back-door way, since she lipsync-ed Madhumati’s song Aaja re pardesi in Guddi). Even from the older lot – like Asha Parekh and Sharmila Tagore – didnt have Latadi singing for their adult/Hindi debuts!

Here is a brief list on some debuts which I recall (in no specific order) – these are mostly post-seventies as my film knowledge is a bit stronger from that era onwards.

Jiya jale – Priety Zinta – Dil Se – This song fascinates me on each hearing. I have heard it a thousand times and every time it is like a fresh one. From the whispered opening to the cascade of alaps in the end, it is a mind-boggling array of vocal virtuosity.

Tu mere aage mai tere peechhe – Saba – I Love You – A forgotten 1991-2 film that couldn t sustain itself beyond the first week at the box office. Views on the songs are always mixed. However, I surely like Raamlaxman’s brisk score. All female songs were by Latadi which included Tu mere aage, Kaash koi likhe, Sunday ko bulaaya and Dil kho gayakya ho gaya. As a heroine, Saba was a sad recipient of Lataji‘s luminous voice. Unfortunately, the album was released on Sterling audio, which no longer exists. And my cassette piece on the verge of dying!

Gapuchi gapuchi gam gam – Poonam Dhillon – Trishul – A cherubic Poonam Dhillon pranced to Lataji‘s endearingly cute voice, set to foot tapping music by Khayyam (quite unlike his trademark style, this one!). As an actor, Poonam was zilch; but she sure had a strong screen presence, an appealing prettiness and immense star value which made her popular. Her full-fledged heroine role was in Noorie, which also had Latadi’s elegant numbers Aaja re and Chori chori koi aaye.

Ja ja mere bachpan / Ehsaan tera hoga, etc – Saira Banu – Junglee – Saira Banu’s peaches-and-cream stunning looks with Latadidi‘s honey-and-milk melodic voice were a lethal combination. The Beauty and the Best met together to create a cinematic debut history.

Jhilmil sitaron ka aangan hoga – Raakhee –Jeevan Mrityu – Laxmikant-Pyarelal‘s towering duet (Lata-Rafi) was the mainstay of this Raakhee-Dharam starrer, produced by the ever dependable Rajshri Productions banner. The song has any lover’s dream lyrics sung with malodorous and melodious finesse by Latadidi and Rafisaab.

Khelo na mere dil se / Zara si aahat hoti hai – Priya Rajvansh – Haqeeqat – You just can t get any lucky than her. With her talent (or rather, the lack of it), she was blessed to get such lovely songs. It is painful to see one after the other brilliant Madan Mohan-Lata Mangeshkar combination songs sacrificed on her deadpan expression! Both these Haqeeqat classics are well known. My personal favorite is ‘Khelo na mere dil se’ wherein Latadi sounds very different – difficult to describe but it’s like a wrapped up rose, and one by one the petals open up as the song progresses.

Mujhe kuchh kahna hai / Jhooth bole kauwa kaate, etc – Dimple Kapadia – Bobby – Another film that needs no mention. Moreover, Latadidi sounded like a dream when she sang on a nervous and nubile Dimple Kapadia. The ‘aah‘in between ‘mujhe kuchh kahna’ is breathtaking, indeed!

Koi pathhar se na maare / Iss reshmi paajeb ki jhankaar, etc – Ranjeeta – Laila Majnu – Ranjita looked achingly attractive in this star-crossed romance. And Lata’s fiery singing of Koi pathhar se na maare mere deewane ko , added fire to Ranjita’s golden aura – making the entire sequence absolutely resplendent.

Jab hum jawaan honge / Baadal yun garajta hai / Apne dil se badi dushmani thi – Amrita Singh – Betaab – A hefty Amrita with Lata’s delicate voice was a distinctive combination. The movie was a hit, and the songs very popular. While Jab hum jawan honge and Baadal yun garajta hai romanced the charts, the lesser known Apne dil se badi dushmani thi plucked the heartstrings. A fantastic score by the versatile R D Burman.

Baadal pe chalke aa, etc – Sonam – Vijay – For this, one has to permanently suspend disbelief. I mean, since Sonam has a voice that is a replica of her uncle Raza Murad’s, therefore, it’s a bit difficult to digest Latadi‘s melodious voice on her. In ‘Baadal pe chalke aa’ , Sonam wears a horrendous bright purple dress that had no design or purpose, except to reveal her cleavage and legs amply. A few years down the line, she was more soberly dressed , and looked appealing, when she proclaimed ‘Zindagi mein pahli pahli baar pyaar kiya hai’ in Lataji‘s harmonious voice in Mitti Aur Sona.

Rajnigandha phool tumhare mahke yunhi jeewan mein – Vidya Sinha – Rajnigandha – Not very sure, but I had read this was her debut film. At least http://www.imdb.com/ informs it is in her debut year. IIRC, the song was not lip-synced, and was used in the background. Still, if it is her debut film, I will grant this one ‘coz the number is firmly associated with her. The song on its own is fragrant and fabulous.

Suno ek baat bolein, humein tumse mohabbat hai / Tumhari palkon ki chilmanon mein – Swaroop Sampat – Nakhuda – This simple but hugely talented actor made a handsome debut in this middle-of-the-road Yashraj production. To complement the theme, and the heroine, Khayyam created some unpretentious and down-to-the-earth melodies. These two Lata-Nitin Mukesh duets were the best ones. Both are such that they immediately bring warm memories of a languid afternoon in a small town.

Bachhe mann ke sachhe – Neetu Singh – Do Kaliyan – Neetu starred as a roly-poly kid in this Parent Trap remake. Latadi modified her voice a lot to suit a kid. And ends up sounding enormously cute! Ravi’s excellent music included Lata-Rafi’s hummable duet ‘Tumhari nazar kyun khafa ho gayi’

Bansi baajegi, Radha naachegi / Teri yaad aati hai – Manisha Koirala – Saudagar – A dew-drop fresh Manisha made a blockbuster debut in this Subhash Ghai mega-drama. From the two Latadi numbers, ‘Teri yaad aati hai’ is absolutely and convincingly a greatly great song. That reverberating orchestra, with hugely evocative veena riffs that meet and part with the anguish of the separating lovers, the underlying chorus and Lata and Suresh Wadkar’s pain-lashed voices take the number to dizzying heights. The sargam/alaap at the end of the song is incredibly outstanding. One of the best scores from the illustrious duo Laxmikant Pyarelal in the twilight of their careers.

Kabhi tu chhalia lagta hai / Maut se kya darrna / Tumse jo dekhte hi , etc – Raveena Tandon – Pathhar Ke Phool – Ooooh, was I mad about these songs? There was no end to it…seriously! I had to buy this album thrice – as each one got corrupted due to overuse! Having Lata Mangeshkar to sing for all songs is nothing short of manna from heaven. And Raamlaxman’s tunes, orchestration, interludes et al were all superb. Another fine 1990-91 musical release with Latadi holding centre stage

Dil deewana bin sajna ke / Aaja shaam hone aayi / Kabootar jaa jaa , etc- Bhagyashree – Maine Pyar Kiya Rajshris, Raamlaxman, Salman Khan (after a flop, nonsensical and nebulous debut in Bahu Ho To Aisi) and Latadidi made a reverberating come-back (after her near-retirement, though her popularity never ever dipped one bit despite not singing much pre-MPK), which also heralded the return of melody to Hindi cinema. Bhagyashri s girl-next-door looks got her rave reviews, and Latadidi s voice matched her persona note by note.

Jinke aage ji, jinke peechhe ji…main unki saali hoon, woh mere jijaji – Kanchan – Sanam Bewafa – Again, http://www.imdb.com/ tells me that her debut was in the 1971 Seema (is this the Shankar Jaikishan one, which had the beautiful Rafisaab song Jab bhi dil udaas hota hai?). I guess that would be as a child star. Thus, Sanam Bewafa was her adult debut. This was the sole number given to her (where Chandni was the main heroine). It is quite a frothy song, though not very great. I like ‘Mujhe Allah ki kasam’ the best from this movie, followed by the title song.

Mai hoon khushrang Henna / Anaardaana /Chhittiye , etc – Zeba Bakhtiyar and Ashwini Bhave – Henna – I still recall how excited I was when one day I came back from college and my sister informed that she had heard the title song playing at some shop. I was sure the cassette was released and rushed to buy it. The listing itself gave me a thrill. Again, all songs by Lata Mangeshkar. Surely, it was a delight that knew no bounds. Sadly, now that happiness and joy seems to be irretrievably lost…sigh! Anyways, Henna’s music was quite good. My topmost fav numbers were the sad version of the title song and ‘Chhittiye‘ (which I suspect was a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan tune and not really Ravindra Jain). For long I would hum ‘Mai der karrta nahin der ho jaati hai’ whenever I reached late anywhere!

Painter Babu I Love you / O mere sajan barsaat mein aa , etc – Meenakshi Sheshadri – Painter Babu – If you hv read my blog’s post on ‘Kab talak shama jali’ it captures quite a lot on the film’s music overall as well. I am not very fond of the songs except for ‘Kab talak’ which is on Aruna Irani in any case. Meenakshi’s next release was Hero, which had two extremely fine songs – ‘Nindiya se jaagi bahaar aisa mausam dekha pahli baar’ (very refreshing, very soothing early morning number) and ‘Pyaar karne waale kabhi darrte nahi’ (very rebellious, very popular number)

Lo chali main apne devar ki baaraat lekar – Renuka Shahane – Hum Aapke Hain Koun – Renuka made an adorable but respectable bhabhi, and the song suited her to the T!

Kahan tha jo tumne kyun maine maana / Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya / Kaash mai piano hoti – Anita Ayub and Mink Singh – Pyar Ka Tarana – Errr, like all Dev Anand movies in recent times, I haven’t seen this one too. But I have it’s audio cassette. Music was by Raamlaxman, and Latadi sang three songs. The title number (which had a tandem by Asha and SPB) was loosely based on ‘Saagar kinare dil yeh pukaare’ (which in turn was based on ‘Thandi hawaayen lahraake aayen’). My favorite is the silly worded but sweetly tuned ‘Tumse jo kahungi woh karoge kya…’ – you should listen to it, Lata’s ‘na baba na, abhi nahi abhi nahi abhi nahi’ is a heart stealer!

Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se –Shikha Swaroop – Police Public – Ok, this again is a bit of a confusion as both Police Public and Awaaz De Kahaan Hain came the same year. I recall Police Public more than the other – it was a good whodunnit – pretty taut and gripping. A lion’s share of the song went to Asha Bhonsle, and they had some very risque lines like ‘Chataaoongi mai chamche se chaat, chalo ji chalo chandni chowk mein’ and ‘Bichhua ne das liya, arre arre itne bade bichhua ne das liya…gore gore ang pe neel pade, bichhua ne das liya’ – but it was Lata-Amit’s Mai jis din bhoola dun tera pyaar dil se, that had a unique taste and aroma… much later I came to know the song is lyric-and-tune-wise a blatant lift of a Mehdi Hassan ghazal!

Sun sahiba sun / Tujhe bulaayen yeh meri baahen , etc – Mandakini – Ram Teri Ganga Maili – Mandakini never looked the same beyond this film. And surely Raj Kapoor knew how to package his heroines – even the so called ‘bold’ scenes were all placed suitably and situationally in the narrative. I love Raj Kapoor as a director – his style of telling a story on celluloid was very relaxed, just like a grandfather narrating a bed-time story to kids. Mandakini fast slipped into B-and-C-grade potboilers – I really doubt she had another song of Latadi‘s to lip sync.

Jaisa des waisa bhes phir kya darna / Aap kahen aur hum na aaye – Tina Munim – Des Pardes – That was the time when Dev Anand’s films had good music and quite a cohesive storylines. Lata sounds as nervous and scared as the young Tina when she sings ‘mai nahin karna yun nahin ban-na’ in the theme song. A lovely tune by Rajesh Roshan.

Jaisa tera pyaar waisa gussa hai sanam / Yaad aa rahi hai, etc – Vijayta – Love Story – A screechy Vijayta Pandit, a droopy eyed Kumar Gaurav and a romance-on-the-run set the boxoffice jingling. RDB’s terrific score added glamor. My fav song? Dekho mainedekha hai ek sapna – that ‘aai aai aai’ is irresistable!

Technorati : Hema Malini, Lata Mangeshkar, Mandakini, Poonam Dhillon, Priety Zinta, Rekha

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This post has no form or purpose, melanoma and should be taken as an idle chitter chatter -a conversation with my fellow readers. And like all good conversations, prostate let’s start with the weather. The intolerable cold wave has passed away; like always, page the mercurial downswings kept the fires of the press media burning as they kept informing us on the plummeting temperatures; the race for breaking records was on by the weather gods. Now if only our cricket team could emulate that swiftness – in reverse, that is, for they are already dipping where run rates are concerned!

The days are pretty warm now, but the evenings can be quite chilly.

Media

The media has much to cheer these days. First, Ash-Abhishek gave enough fodder to the grist mill, with their innumerable poojas and hawans and whatnots. Then, they finally acquiesced and gave more bytes to them with their impromptu (?) engagement. One full page was devoted to this news item (along with several related articles) in a national daily (and I am not naming it because historically it has a reputation of sending legal notices to bloggers not that my blog is very popular, but still why take the risk? I am sure everyone would guess which one I am talking about). Today, they carried a feature on how Ash’s community would celebrate the wedding, replete with all possible details down to the last ceremonial custom that they would observe. It remains to be seen whether a more cosmopolitan Aishwarya follows the traditional method or not. Perhaps it will give some litigator reason to file yet another sham PIL. A list of such cases was published in the same paper, and I found that the only worthy article in the entire bulk that got delivered in the morning!

The second debate on is about Big Brother and the alleged racial attack on Shilpa Shetty, which has pushed Rakhi Sawant and her shenanigans, in the show’s Indian avatar, on the back-burner. I haven’t seen Big Brother but from what I have read I couldn’t really see too much of racialism there, but then I could be missing out on something. However, I don t find it too surprising after all this was the same country that romped all over the world usurping territories under the guise of “white man’s burden” to cleanse the “lowly black people” . When we haven’t been able to wipe out our obsequious mentality for six decades, it is impossible to imagine they would come out clean from their centuries of cardinal carriage. Since Shilpa Shetty is a celebrity, and was on television, so it makes good news, but I think every ordinary person also gets subjected to this sometime or the other -subtle or overt- in any foreign land. Some years back there was a film on it too ( I – Proud to be Indian) but since it starred Sohail Khan, I guess no one really bothered to watch it.

What amuses me no end is the way we screw up our noses, when we have perfected our very own brand of racialism: casteism!

So what s my take? Ekdum neutral! While I wouldn t bet a penny or paisa on Shilpa Shetty’s acting talent (except for a riveting performance in Phir Milenge, she has done nothing very worthwhile), I am pretty sure that she is an intelligent girl who would have known what she is getting into. Having seen quite a bulk of Bigg Boss, I realize that that in this game the tools of attack can be anything personal, racial or anyother!

That’s all from TV!

Films

On the film front saw Guru on the first day of its release! I tried writing its review but couldn’t complete it. The reason being, while there is nothing really overtly wrong with the film, somehow I found something essential missing in the film which didn t make me gasp in admiration. Perhaps, the glossing over the finer details was a prime reason. However, the movie becomes worth a view due to some sterling performances especially Abhishek Bachchan, who breathes a potent energy into the character of Gurukant Desai (The film carries the obligatory disclaimer about it being a work of fiction, but we all know better!). Even Aishwarya looked good in her supportive role. But the other two performances that kept you hooked were of Madhavan (very underrated in Hindi cinema) and Mithun Chakravorty (why did he waste those years doing inane B-grade films?)

One film magazine that usually has good fare to offer (again not naming it since it belongs to the same group) would have us believe that Vidya Balan is the next best thing to happen to cinema. Frankly, I find her very thanda and lacking screen presence and no better than a Gracy Singh! In Guru, she has a wishy-washy role, but she acts even as if she is making some ehsaan on the director! Let s hope she improves, after all it takes just Ek do teen steps to transform a girl-next-door Abodh girl (who once played sister to Meenakshi Sheshadri, of all people!) to become a national sensation that made every lusty Dil’s dhak dhak proclaim ke maar daala! . But then, Madhuri Dixit was well, Madhuri Dixit! And I hope she makes a comeback soon.

On cable, I saw a re-run of Chandni Bar good movie but extremely depressing. Also saw Maati Maange Khoon, on which I have already written in the previous post.

Personal

On personal front, I made a quick tour to Delhi for a family function on Sunday. It was bitterly cold, but was amazed to see the tenacity of ladies flaunting their skin, sarees and saaj-singaar sans any shawl or woolen wear. Even in my suit and with two large Bacardis down, I was shivering.

The return trip was slightly eventful. My car, which is bursting at its seams due to over-abuse, protested loudly and screechingly literally! Suddenly, I found myself enveloped in a loud din and was shaking vigorously. The right-hand rear tyre burst itself, taking along with it my drowsiness and balance. Fortunately, the highway was empty, and there was no vehicle behind or on the sides of mine.

I had a spare tyre, but to my horror learnt that the tool-kit was missing. Since we were just on the outskirts of Palwal (a small town en route), we managed to find a tyre-wallah to change the wheel. Honestly, I was a bit shaken by the whole experience and drove at a saner speed after that. Also, I have to now loosen up my wallet to purchase another tyre!

Careerwise, things are ok nothing too luminous about it. While I made the big shift, I couldn t really carry on with something that I would have loved to do. So I continue to lament, crib, grumble alongwith day-dream, but essentially do nothing about it, and tuck myself cowardly behind million excuses and mundane reasons. It’s like being a stuck record, which looks as if it is moving, but is in reality jammed in the same groove. I am not sure if I will ever do something that truly excites me. I don’t think I will ever have the courage to break the glass ceiling. And let me be candid enough to admit I get these thoughts only when I am alone. Sigh!

Technorati : Abhishek Bachchan, Aishwarya Rai, Big Brother, Bigg Boss, Rakhi Sawant, Shilpa Shetty

The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

Technorati : Life, Money, Pain, Trauma

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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The mind is a complex maze of alleys holding forth myriad sounds, medications smells, advice sights, synergies, each pressing its own response trigger, meshed with the present views, all clamoring for their own wails to be noticed by a video screen in a corner of that same small space, or perhaps, the soul. Analytically, it is a whirlwind, much like the bowels of a washing machine, relentlessly churning in its own cyclonic epicenter; experientially, it throws up images with crystal like clarity, and the most advanced stereophonic acoustics, leaving in no doubt the purpose of its call.

A year to this month, I was caught up in a series of catastrophic events, turning a perfect world upside down, hurtling me into a frenzied atomic motion from home to hospital to work and back to the hospital, trying to save as much as sanity that I could with no help from my dwindling energies. The warp and woof of those petulant days (and nights) still blights the tattered but recuperating nervous mechanism. My father’s by pass surgery, and the ten days of Apollo Hospital, are firmly etched on the grey vinyl record of memory, and the stylus, unforgiving and uncaring, falls into the dreaded groove in an alarmingly steady rhythm.

Sitting in the uncomfortable and uncaring beach chairs of the ICU waiting room, in the indifferent, anesthetic environs of the hospital s first level, surrounded by anxiety driven countenances of other patient’s relatives, with the frosty marble floor sending up spurts of sharp electrifying freezing pulsations of coldness up the sole and soul, every negative thought pounced on me with their hydra like multitude heads in obvious subterfuge, waving in front of my darkening eyes their ghastly grins, and devious dins; all, ready to swallow me in their vicious python-like jaws.

When I saw my father on the cold ICU bed, with wires and pipes and machines and masks, puncturing, covering and entwining his frail, naked, blanched body, the futility of life socked me with a deadly punch making me stagger and lose balance. Is life really a drama of noise enacted grimly between the womb and the tomb, with only one audience, who, it could happen, might not be there at all?

In this drama a lot of time is wasted on silly, juvenile relationships that do not really count, or account for, any value, any tangible trophy.

In the heat of time, sweet, aromatic, chocolaty relationships melt into a sticky mass of morass, the sweetness fermenting into a sickening acridity, and the aroma combusting into a foul putridity, leaving behind a dirty, gluey stain, which all the waters and detergents of memory fail to wash off; rather, they only oxidize it into a further darkened spot for posterity to look at and cry. Then why succumb to this urge, this demonic pull to get into a relationship; or, the reluctant will to come out of one, especially if it comes with a cost.

In the end what remain with you are but of course your own soul, your own self, and the blessings that you gather. But just before that, one more thing sticks by you, like a faithful dog that needs a wee bit of training: money. Its licks are humid and hurting, but they only assert its faithfulness, demanding a rough rub on its underbelly. All the monies in the world could not have saved my father at that time, had it not been destined. But neither could have all the relationships. Money only made the road to his recovery much smooth, less bumpy, giving him the best of treatments in the most advanced of hospitals. Money cannot buy happiness; it can buy a lot of means to that happiness.

I learnt my lesson the hard way; with this piece, I wish to throw a feeble torchlight to some other darkened path. In the balance of events, let money be the wife, and the relationship, the mistress, and not vice versa, as presented by all popular fiction and writers; because, in all fairness, money does not leave you on its own if you save it, nurture it, treasure it. Its walk out is a reflection of your attitude; it s not independent enough to just sit up and decide to go; a relationship, on the other hand, is much too dependant on the other person, who can leave, break off or die!

I have always ferociously maintained that praise for one should not be offset by the negation of the other; both can, and should, be viewed in separate lights if they have individualistic entities. My purport of the post is not to vitiate the importance of relationships by praising the virtues of money; no one can harangue their significance in the complex map of human subsistence, and I am too small for that, in any case.

It is only to warn and hark that should ever the hard choice between money and relationship thunder at your face, select money!

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Every time I read a film review in the newspapers, contagion
I am always left wondering how much of it is true and genuine, symptoms
and how much a mere extension of the PR plan of the producers. If in a good week some four films are released, is it humanly possible for someone to see all four and write comprehensively or cohesively on each of them?

I have a lot of friends who decide to watch a film basis the next Times of India review; Nikhat Kazmi (their resident critic) is an excellent writer (in fact, she is one of my inspirations) and her views are often right on track; but, I never form my opinion of films purely on her comments. For me, she is an enjoyable writer who just happens to comment on films!

In the past couple of days, I have allowed myself to trek into the jungles of the web world, following various links and sites; largely, reviewing films seems to be quite popular with many bloggers. I have myself been writing quite a few of them on this very blog and tormenting readers with an alarming regularity; for me, it is an interesting pastime; I hope it is not too much of a pain for the readers as well.

I can very confidently say, that most reviews can be written without much thought or effort going into them. Also, they can be written without seeing the films too! (Please, don t drop your jaws and widen your eyes, I will explain)

I have not seen Vastushaastra as on date. However, I have penned two different versions of a review; one that praises the film; the other that rips it apart. A sample is given below:

The criticism:

RGV s factory has been churning out films with the speed of an assembly line; the strain on the quality is now distinctly visible. In Vaastushaastra, the entire effort seems to be not to make a genuinely interesting film, but to be better and bitter than Bhoot. This film is a hastily put up project wherein the story seems to be woven around the horror scenes rather than the other way round. Using the innocence of a child to enhance the horror quotient is something that all filmmakers of this genre deploy at random; but, Saurabh Narang is no M Night Shyamalan, whose masterpiece (Sixth Sense) is clearly the reference point here. However, even a ghost story needs some justification for their introduction, which is sadly missing here. Barring a Sushmita Sen, whose acting talents are as debatable as her arch rival s, the lack luster star cast is not a reliable aide or aid. This genre can be made more interesting if the fear is psychological; but Narang goes all out in introducing the ghosts right on your face, which, though scary, leave a bad aftertaste in the mouth. The climax with the protagonist fighting off the ghosts is not only ludicrous, but torturous as well. The pace of the narrative, especially in the first half, needed briskness. Agreed, RGV is re-defining the meaning of cinema; but we Indians love our films with their accompanying loudness, songs and melodrama; that is our tradition, and we are best at it. By changing the definition, RGV is merely distorting the face of Indian cinema into an ugly replica of the West, which stands neither here nor there; this, at a time when our films are getting its due acknowledgement the world in their original form. In the end, a question for Mr. RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, the horror is there, but where is the film?

The praise:

RGV s factory, despite churning out films at an incredible speed, have produced films that carry an irrepressible stamp of quality, except for an oddity here and there, which is understandable in any production company. In Vaastushaastra, clearly the effort is to come out with a product that is better and more polished than Bhoot and release this genre finally out of the clutches of the Ramsay-type of films. The superlative production value and the well-cut out scene structures are the major highlights of the film. Juxtaposing a child s innocence with terror always has a chilling effect; Narang deploys this tool to a wonderful affect. The fear of the dark and the unknown is beautifully etched out, as we face each strange incident in graphic but not gory detail; a simmering subtext of Freudian magnitude keeps the viewers mind constantly whirring, while not losing sight of the entertainment value. The story moves with a grace of a well orchestrated symphony; like a master conductor, Narang takes the film to a chilling but rising crescendo with an absolutely knuckle gripping climax. In avoiding a big star cast, the team of RGV and Narang has retained the interest in the story without any one s charisma or image hovering like an unwanted ghost. The narrative pace keeps you bound without losing the thought process in unnecessary haste. RGV is redesigning the Indian cinema with the nimbleness of a dexterous plastic surgeon; he retains the original expression and visage, but enhances the beautiful aspects. In the end, a pat on the back of RGV: sir, you claim you made the scariest horror film ever- true, you have at last mastered the combination of horror and film.

Now, all I have to do to these reviews is add a couple of paragraphs on the story, a line or two on the music, and perhaps expand a bit on the performances, which any decent production house s PR company would easily oblige me with.

And after that, if I am a critic worth half the ink that I write with, I should take the review to RGV and demand my pay cheque! If he concedes happily, the second review is handed over; if he does not, well, I am a reviewer and a critic; I can rip his handiwork to shreds!!

Now, before your jaws completely fall of your face, let me just round off this post by saying that I had actually watched all those movies while doing the reviews; but, as the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does the worth of a work of art or cinema lie in the mind of the beholder; please, do not reject a film on basis of a mere review er, except for mine, that isJ

I am writing this scathing piece because no publication has yet acknowledged my talent.

Finally, my oversized bloated ego is jumping up and down with glee like an excited juvenile! I take my bow; do I hear a thunderous applause? And, my tongue is getting hurt from being in the cheek for so long!

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Ok, patient
I have not gone crazy; my spellings are quite good otherwise. But it seems it s the current trend to make spellings look like the type that I have converted them into in the title of this post.

Converting the innately phonetic Hindi language into the Roman script can be tough, unhealthy and often with results that are risque . I mean, a simple sentence like mujhe chhod do can end up sounding more an augur for vulgar than just a plain yelp for help!

In spite of this, one can, and often has been, writing Hindi words in Roman script to a good effect, till the time Balaji Telefilms burst on the television scene, distorting and destroying not only the way serials were made, but also the way titles were written.

Thus, a simple word like ki got extended into kii (as in Kyunk Kii Saas ) or, worse as kay (as in Kasauti Zindagi Kay). Soon, the fad passed on to other serial-makers also. Hence a beautiful name like Sakshi ended up as Saakshhi (or some such thing). And of course, our lovely Bollywood, always ready to ape, jumped into the bandwagon. So the word kabhi got a schizophrenic personality with one ending with e and other without; and this, all in the title of only one film (Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham)! The two neighboring kabhi s in the title were e stranged, e volving into an e nigmatic e chelon of e ccentricism!

Due to this, Kareena became Kariena, Sunil Shetty transformed to Suniel, and Deepak Tijori reduced to Depak. It is a different story altogether that none of the above had any e xtra illustrious output at the box office.

Of course, the kii to this lock hangs in the immense faith that film wallahs have on numerology, rather than good script or direction! Despite the latter being a more faithful aide than a few additions or deletions of alphabets in the titles, our filmmakers continue to boggle us with strange titles. If numerology was such a strong factor, how come all of Ekta Kapoor s films have crashed at the box office? Or, does numerology have selective

Strangely, Ekta has herself not changed the spelling of her name. But taking a cue from her, I am just considering a change in my name. No way am I going to do what the Tijori guy has done to our name; it sounds obscene- I am not giving any pak off me, nor am I inclined to make people fun of it by rhyming it with a well-known four letter word! But, how about Diipak? Or, Deipakk?

Aaap kii maddaaad chhaiyiyah!

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Since I have no decent topic to write on, ambulance here is a collage of a few sights and thoughts while I walked the streets of Kathmandu. For those who know the layout of the city will understand the route I took. This is a presentation of half a journey, story sliced midway, gynecologist lest some stalker finds his way to my home.

I pass the Air India office. The airline does not operate here; the reason for its existence is unknown. I had met the general manager some days back at a party and posed the same question. He could not give a convincing reply. The man was genial and jovial, so I shut up and had enjoyed his anecdotes. Still, I wish they would not waste money in operating offices in foreign lands where the airline is not flying to. Worse, the building is so shabby, it s a shame.

The SBI is housed in a better one, a few steps down the same road. However, architecturally it’s dull as if a pavement of square glass tiles has been erected. The entrance on the side is weird and resembles the narrow balconies of seedy hotels on cheap hill stations; on the left a driveway runs down in a slope.

Beyond it, regretfully, the PIA building looks more promising with its colonial, arch-shaped fa ade. It is a one-storied singular stand-alone construction; still, it’s colonial, I observe. I extend my patriotism to vague and weird levels, even to the buildings housing my country s governmental offices in foreign lands.

Passing Jai Nepal Cinema Hall, I see Waqt posters are up. Shuddering at the uncomfortable memories of Anu Mallik’s throaty and raspy warbling, I shake off my eyes and ears from the sight, lest the horrendous song starts playing in the mind. Thankfully, it does not. I still have Lata Mangeshkar‘s sonorous Mere dil ne jo maanga mil gaya running in the loop in my mind s stereo. (Never mind if you do not know the song; even I didn t till a few days back, but it s got some lovely lyrics that go Munh chhupa kar gaya hai andhera, mere jeevan ka aaya savera, aaj kadmon mein jhukne laga aasman, ho gayi pyaar ki har tammana jawaan). It s from an old film Rakhwala; old, I know for I have seen the newer one starring Anil Kapoor and Farha(not exactly new!) with some horrible music by Nadeem Shravan, pre-Aashiqui.

Rounding the bend of the passage, I bow to a small roadside temple (Kathmandu streets are full of these minute edifices). Opposite to this, the Hyundai showroom stands wistfully awaiting customers. The prices of cars are staggering here. The name Avco International rings a bell; if I am not mistaken the same have a share in one of the Gurgaon dealership.

Passing the shops there, I notice that Visa card is more famous here than Mastercard. Both are on my lists of must-join employers, reasons best unknown to me (like many other things in my life). I have no clue about these companies whatsoever, but still they sound interesting to work for (don t laugh, I am dead serious, I often go by this logic!). Since Visa is full fledgedly here (and in Bhutan) I wouldn t mind staying on here but under different masters.

On the Gairidhara road, I am almost runover by a huge, red Land-Cruiser Prado. I let out choicest of Punjabi expletives. The car is well past the earshot. I have spoken these words after months, it is almost cathartic. Hell, what s wrong with me, where shouting out abuses is cathartic for me?

I quicken my pace in front of the Bhatbateni Supermarket. It is one of the largest ones in Kathmandu three storied high and with many sub-shops in its compound. It s a fantasy land for me, and my reserves not to spend always weaken seeing the large array of goods displayed attractively. I walk fast to avoid succumbing to the temptation.

I cross the Chinese Embassy yes, the same place that I was trying to find in my last post, and just when I was climbing the slight uphill in front of Nepal Rastra Bank (the Central Bank of Nepal, equivalent to our RBI), I realize that I am through with half my walk.

The idea of this post was running in my mind, all this while. (It always happens with me; I think out the exact layout of the post before I type it). God, I had not paid attention of feeling thin . Now a great lady had recently told me that it s the thought that always matter . She was right. Since the weighing scales wickedly show the numbers going down miserably slow-motion, I have to rely on the thought only.

It starts to rain. Though I had noticed an overcast sky, I was not expecting it to shower. Now, Kathmandu has the most mercurial and unpredictable weather, and it can rain anytime (which also makes living her exciting and enthralling). I like rains. But three things deterred me from embracing them today a) I prefer rains when they come during the day, not in the evenings b) I fancy the soft drizzle to the hard blobs that were falling from the skies c) I was wearing a light beige shirt, which when wet would have looked awfully compromising.

First up, I took out the thinning bundle of cash from my top shirt pocket and placed it in the inner one of the trousers. (I wish the readymade pants had not stopped making the obscure chor-pocket behind the waistline in fashion in my father’s days ; old-fashioned, they may be, but extremely convenient as well, more so if one is traveling). But I am digressing.

So, before I could look like Mandikini-in-reverse-semi-nudity (I can now expect many more bizarre google searches), I took shelter. Imitation is the best form of flattery, it is said. But, I wish my gall bladder had not decided to imitate the laden skies at that very moment. The same great lady (as mentioned above) had advised to drink loades of water; she simply forgot to inform about the gallons of treated water that would pass my backyard drains as well!

Eventually, the rains slackened and resumed my walk back home but only to be inunandated with a fresh round of shower; this time I did not stop.

I heard my name called. I looked back. I had met the person on my official duties. “Can I drop you off somewhere?” he offered after the exchange of pleasantries.

“No, thanks. I am on my evening walk,” I replied, casually.

He looked at me from top to bottom. “In the rain?” he blurted out after a brief second, incredulously.

“Err it wasn t raining when I started off” I added lamely but truthfully. He looked at me and the sky with the same look that Johny Lever gave the sardar-boy in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. I hope he considers me sane enough to deal with me on official matters!

A Story By Deepak Jeswal
Episode Six

When I opened my eyes, malady the first thing I was conscious of was that my head felt heavy. It was as if I were carrying a huge load within my skull. I could make out it was daytime. At first I felt I was home and Mom had forgotten to wake me up. But as I looked at the ceiling, nurse I found it unfamiliar the fan that hung in my room was missing. My hand itched, and I saw that there was a bandage with a plastic wire entering it an intravenous contraption, leading from a half-empty glucose bottle hung on a thin wire stand nearby.

I spanned the unfamiliar room while agonizingly trying to get up on my elbows.

“Please lie down,” an unknown but sweet voice said. Through my half-opened eyes I saw a young girl in a starched white dress. With a subtle but firm push, she forced me down to the bed.

“Where am I?” I asked, with a considerable effort. My lips were parched, and my throat felt thorny and dry.

“Escorts Hospital,” she replied in the same sweet tone. “Please don’t get up, I will just call the doctor.”

And why am I here? I wanted to ask, but she had quietly left the room.

I closed my eyes and tried to piece my shattered memory. The pain… no, it was the rain? Through the misty memory, I could see a man lying on the ground doubled up in pain. Again the pain, and the load in my brain throbbed brutally against the forehead. Pain… man… hedges… puddle… college. Yes, college. I was there last… college, scandal… Scandal in college. What scandal? Scandal! Scandal! The word pounded along with the blood throbbing through the veins at the temple. Scandal! Scandal!! It was there for several minutes, in between I think I dozed off too, scandal… yes, scandal of beating up a boy… no that boy… white T-shirt sullied in the puddle where he lay writhing in pain. Pain! Pain, again!! That boy… oh yes, Ashish… Ashish Sehgal. Lying there.For? For what, dammit. For doing some wrong… yes some wrong… that wrong… Some child! Yes, yes, it was coming back Smita’s child!

Smita!

I got up with a jerk; an excruciating pain raced through my spinal cord and my heart missed several beats.

I lay back, easing myself and thought of the events that had led to this day. Smita and her unmarried pregnancy. Did she meet the doctor she was supposed to? What day was today? What happened to Ashish? But more importantly, what had happened to me? I concentrated, and soon clarity returned. I was bashing up Ashish, and had started to walk away and then? Then, something hard had hit me. Blank.

“So Rip Van Vinkle has woken up,” said a booming voice. I looked up to see a middle aged person in a white coat, with a stethoscope around his neck. I managed a weak smile. “Good morning, Dinesh, I am Dr. Chatterjee. How are we feeling now?”

Terrible, I thought, but just lay back while he checked my pulse.

“You were hit quite badly and have been unconscious for two days. But I am sure you will pull through. You are a strong boy,” the doctor went on cheerfully, while he examined my bruised body. He left a little later, after injecting me with another doze of a tranquilizer and optimism, “I am sure when you wake up next, you will be fit enough to run a marathon!”

After he left, I lay back, swimming in a mild state of dizziness. Various images kept flitting in and out of my memory’s screen Smita and her confession: “I am pregnant.” The talk at her place, where she had been ready to even murder Ashish. My reasoning with her. The visit to the doctor and my embarrassing faux pas there. Vineeta and her low-waist jeans. The beer at Vasu’s place. Vishal’s sermon. Vineeta and Ashish holding hands together. The conversation with Prof. Arora. Smita’s rebuke. And before I knew, I was in deep sleep.

When I woke up next, the doctor’s prophecy was quite on its mark. I couldn’t have run a marathon, but at least I was able to walk towards the bathroom. More importantly, I felt refreshed and clearer in my head.

My parents were in the room. I felt ashamed to meet their tender gaze. What misery had they undergone when they found out their only son caught in a college brawl? They tried to be normal, and spoke of the aunts and uncles who had visited. I could see that my mother’s eyes were red with crying. Seeing their concern, I felt bitterness towards my own self. My mother continued to talk about mundane things, carefully and deliberately avoiding any mention of the reason of my coming here. But the more they avoided, the worse I felt. At last I broached the subject.

“We know the whole story,” said Papa, in a quiet tone. “Smita was here.” She told us all about it I wondered how much she had revealed, and how much had she concealed. I looked away from them, I could not face them, I was feeling bad. If only I had…

Bloody hell! I, I, I… It was always about ‘ I ‘ . In all this I had never thought of what impact my actions would have on my parents. When would I learn to respect other’s feelings? When will I grow up? When will I… Again that ‘I’ . That self centered, selfish and self-indulgent attitude of mine! The arrogant attitude which led to the creation of this havoc!

“Don’t worry, everything will be ok,” Mom said, placing a reassuring hand on my forehead. I felt like hugging her, but the gesture felt too small before her greatness, and I allowed the lump in my throat to dissolve into unheeded tears from my eyes.

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Hospital was boring. Since I was now recovering well, my father left for his office. Mom also went home to take care of things there. The entire day I was left alone, caged in the gray square room, with nothing to do but sleep.

The room was typically like in any other hospital cold, bare and awfully unwelcoming. The bed, on which I lay recuperating, was a huge steel one, with a mechanism to raise half of it to enable the more invalid patients to sit up. Next to it, there was a small side cabinet, on top of which lay the myriad medicines which the nurse fed me at regular intervals. Inside the cabinet, I noticed a few other items, including a thermometer and some saucepans for the ill who couldn’t go to the toilet on their own. Two chairs were the only other furniture. The room had only one window, which overlooked the frontal lawn of the sprawling hospital campus.

It was late in the afternoon when the nurse announced that Ms. Chopra was there to see me. I eagerly asked her to be sent in.

Smita entered the room, with a small but beautiful bouquet in her hand. She looked beautiful in the simple lemon yellow suit, her hair tied in a neat pony tail and her lips carrying a faint trace of lipstick. As always, the bold kohl lines accentuated her bronze eyes.

She placed the bouquet on the side table, and sat on the chair next to my bed, with a soft smile on her lips. “Hope you are feeling better now?”

“Much better,” I replied honestly and more so with her fragrant presence around me. We talked a bit about routine issues; she gave me detailed news on college.

Eventually, we came to the main topic. Ashish.

“He was arrested,” she informed clinically, looking at her hands, daintily kept on her lap. I raised a questioning eyebrow – so the police was involved in it? I felt a fear in my heart. That means, they would reach me soon too. I was surprised my parents hadn’t mentioned anything about it.

“No, not for this brawl,” she replied, sensing my alarm. “The fight was hushed and wrapped up by the Principal. It never reached the cops. But Ashish was arrested on the charges of molesting a girl. I don’t have full details, but that’s what I have heard.”

“Good for him,” I said, “Now you realize what sort of person he is!” I couldn’t help adding. She looked at me sharply, and I regretted having opened my mouth, yet again. I guess I was never destined to learn any discretion in speech!

I tried to cover up my blooper, by turning back to the more pressing question, “But how did it all happen?”

“As I said, I am not sure. Vineeta hasn’t spoken to me since then. So all that I know is what Vishal told me when he last called.

“Vineeta?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, she seemed to be the one who got him arrested,” informed Smita. It didn’t make any sense to me at all. She sighed, “It looks like you were really right after all. He is such a villain!”

I smiled, with more than traces of smugness. My next question was pretty obvious, “Did your parents find out about this… I mean, your…your preg…?”

“No. It seems the whole world has except them. And after your…” she left it trail.

“It’s all my fault,” I mumbled disgruntedly. “It always is. Whatever good I try, always fall short…”

“No, no. Mera woh matlab nahi tha,” she tried to assure albeit very feebly.

“Did you meet the doctor?”

“Yep. She has scheduled it for this Friday, and I will be rid of this- ” she stopped, holding back her tears, biting her lip, “- this group of cells,” she completed. She got up to leave. “I have to go now.”

Before leaving, she stopped at the door, and said, “Dinesh, thank you for all that you have done for me.” I looked at her, trying to see if this was sarcastic remark or genuine gratitude. I think it was the latter. But still, her thanks made me feel bitterer. What exactly had I done? Irrevocably publicized the whole situation! But then, I argued with my self, whatever I did, I had done with the best intentions certainly, not to hurt her!

In that one moment, as she stood by the door, with a lost look in those terrified wine-like eyes, I felt another gush of emotion in my heart, and I said, “I love you.”

She didn’t respond, just held my eyes in a quiet gaze, and left without replying. For a long time, I kept looking at where she had stood, from where she had disappeared from my sight.

And from my heart? Never!

And from my life? She had never entered it not in the role that I wanted her to be in!

Will she ever?

The answer was only an overbearing silence.

To Be Continued

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