15 Park Avenue

7 06 2007

I saw “15 Park Avenue”, a movie by Aparna Sen on TV yesterday. Meethi (Konkana) is a journalist and sometimes shows symptoms of dormant schizophrenia. She stays with her elder divorcee sister Anu (Shabana Azmi), mother (Waheeda Rehman), works as a journalist and is in love with Jojo (Rahul Bose). She lives an almost normal life.

Inspite of frank advice from Anu, Jojo gets engaged to Meethi. On an assignment out of Kolkata, Meethi gets gangraped. She withdraws from reality and keeps sinking deeper and deeper in her fictitious world and the dormant disease slowly takes over. Jojo dumps her, marries Lakshmi (Shefali Shah) and they have two children.

Eleven years later, Jojo runs into Meethi who now can not recognize him anymore. According to her, she is already married to Jojo and has five kids. The names of kids are exactly as Meethi and Jojo had planned, in their dreamy, golden, happy times together. Jojo now feels responsible towards Meethi and wants to help her find the non-existent house at “15 Park Avenue”, which according to Meethi is her home, where her husband and kids are waiting for her. And then there are lots of small threads within the movie, about Anu, the mother and how their lives also metamorphose with Meethi.

There are some very effective lines in the movie. Somewhere in the movie, when Jojo feels responsible towards Meethi, he tries talking to his wife Lakshmi. He says “She is looking for something that doesn’t exist.”, while talking about Meethi and her search for 15 Park Avenue. Lakshmi, who is struggling to come to terms with the sudden turn of events in her well-fixed matrimony, who is not able to empathise with him, replies “Like all of us.”


Cheeni Kum

3 06 2007

We saw Cheeni Kum today.


Amitabh Bachchan. Is smashing.

And I. Am smitten. B-)

1 06 2007

It crushes my ego. Every time. Every single time, I read “Ladies” written over a few windows in the city buses. Right next to “Handicapped” and  “Senior citizens”.

For a long time I strongly believed that one is a victim only if one chooses to be. That everybody always has a choice. And over years, I have realized that for some of us, one of the choices is just really difficult to make. That it is much much easier said than done. But I still can not swallow the blanket categorization of half the population as the “weaker” sex.

I am trained in karate (for full 15 days) and can change the furniture arrangement all by myself, you know.

1 06 2007

I don’t buy Sunfeast, avoid travelling by KingFisher and eating Bingo (I love some of the silly ads though, the “waango pongo illa” one especially). The reason being their ITC, UB group – tobacco, alcohol connection. It does not have much logic, but it makes me feel “socially responsible”.

I prefer going to the old fashioned single screen movie hall Rex, against Inox or PVR. Rex is clean and the tickets cost half or less and there’s no waiting in serpentine queues for tickets. Above all, the one place where the multiplexes lose hands down is the popcorn. 80 bucks for a medium popcorn! Afterall, one can’t go to a movie and not have popcorn, can one? Sometimes the cheese popcorn is what one is counting on while going for movies like Spiderman 3 or Hum Tum.

The number of people who don’t know the concept of “jhootha” khana (no equivalent word/concept in English??), blows my mind. People with unusually high standards of cleanliness and fuss otherwise, people who iron their socks and other smaller clothes, people who deprive themselves of panipuri just because the setting is road side, people who always wash their plates before eating at the cafeteria and then waste 5 tissues wiping them even when the plates are already spotless and shinining. Yes the very same people don’t care much when it comes to tasting random people’s saliva. At team lunches begins the double dipping of food in the common dip, offering you to taste their drink (probably flavoured with bits of food they’ve been eating or worse the ice-cream that they’ve been licking like there’s no tomorrow) and expecting you to offer yours in return, serving food into plates with the spoon touching their plate (plate with half-eaten food that’s starting to look mucky) with a tak-tak sound…