Monday, October 02, 2006

Gandhigiri

Well, all my loyal fans (explosion of laughter echoing in empty valley) I is back.

I went to watch Lage Raho Munnabhai with my mother (can you hear me?) today at Rivoli. Tickets were almost over so I had to be strict and say “Bhaisaab line mein aaeye” to people behind me who were running amuck hearing tickets were dwindling. got them, though not together, was worried that without me my mother would not follow the movie beyond “Good mooooooorning, Mumbai” (which I have to say was the most irritating RJ line ever, because of its high pitch.)

Well, people have been gushing about this movie, and most of it is pretty well-deserved, but far be it for me to say something is without faults (except Ray and Kurosawa…I’m a wannabe but with a glass of bubbly). It is good fun, but you know that this only works if in this world builders call press conferences and not underworld dons, and if people give sincere advice over the radio and not make up a skit for TRP’s. I am a cynic that indeed the world could do without, but for me the truest line was “Desh toh hamare ho gaya, par log paraaye ho gaye”. Hear, hear.

But, nevertheless do watch it, because the problem lies not with the film but that when people leave the theatre they immediately cut to reality where the movie is a movie and their authority to act like pissoff’s is divine. so in front of me someone spat on the wall of the theatre because their spit is a shower of blessing on the film which audaciously addresses this very issue in a sequence. Wah, Wah. Kya baat, kya baat.

If even one person after watching this movie has imbibed its message enough to think before spitting on the street, I would say a greater award than any oscar would have been received by the film.

As for the real award…no chance…ditto RDB.

Thank you.

(Bow)