Daak (the Post) on Chalachitra (the Movie)

Neha was much amused by seeing what Jabberwock had to say about English transalations of Hindi movie titles.

This got Neha thinking about the recent trend of Hindi movie producers, of tacking on the English transalation of a Hindi title to the and of the title itself, like a reduntant subtitle. Some classic examples.

Ehsaas - the Feeling (2001)
Angaar - the Fire (2002)
Ghaav - the Wound (2002)
Shakti - the Power (2002)
Dhund - the Fog (2003)
Jaal - the Trap (2003)
Khanjar - the Knife (2003)
Mudda - the Issue (2003)
Sannata - the Silence (2003)
Hatya - the Murder (2004)
Insaaf - the Justice (2004)
Shart - the Challenge (2004)
Vajra - the Weapon (2004)

Then there were the slightly smarter ones who added a single adjective in the subtitle

Nayak - the Real Hero (2001)
Sur - the Melody of Life (2002)
Ansh - the Deadly Part (2002)
Talaash - the Hunt Begins (2003)
Dukaan - the Body Shop (2004)
Intequam - the Perfect Game (2004)
Garv - Pride and Honour (2004)
Wajahh - a Reason to Kill (2004)

...or a few more

Bazaar - Market of Love, Lust and Desire (2004)

In some cases, the explanatory word was in the same language

Encounter - the Killing (2002)
Bawaal - the Panga (2004)

And in some, the subtitle was completely at odds with the main title

Baaz - a Bird in Danger (2003) - (For the Hindi-challenged, a Baaz is a raptor and its prey is likelier to be in danger)
Tarzan - the Wonder Car (2004)

But the all time classic has to be

Daag - the Fire (1999)

And it doesn't end - wait for "Mazhab - the Religion" in the Nazdeeq Bhavishya - the Near Future.

Sometimes
just out of habit
I want to say that
I love you.

Usually it is after sex.

Sometimes
just out of habit
I want to say that
I need you

Usually it is before sex

Sometimes
just out of habit
I want to say that
you need me

Usually it is before you ask for sex

Sometimes
just out of habit
I want to say that
you love me

Usually it is after I have said I have a headache.

If I look out of my window from the first floor all I see are the tops of trees swaying in the cool breeze of a monsoon morning.

It usually rains in the evening where I live but the sky is gray almost the whole day. And this morning the sky is a thick smoky grey. But that is offset by the bright green trees that are drenched in rain.

This is when I yearn for the downpour of the tropical rains. Rain, that flirts outrageously with your senses. Unlike this hesitant pitter patter. However, I am always hopeful that it will suddenly turn into torrential rain. And one can run into its warm, soothing embrace.

During ma convesation with ma friends over the phone the other day we came up with our favorite rain associated memory.

I have several.

And they all tumble out like the rain outside. Relunctant. Soggy with nostalgia. Tinged ever so slightly with disappointment that it wasn't. Yet with the promise of so much more.

Resolution for the moment:

Have to study really well this time and get decent marks...
last sem marks : pathetic.
I know I have to slog but still : the devil is playing its role.
The worst thing : I am letting him play his part.
Action time now.

The good, The bad and The Ugly

AAAHHH!! what a movie... one of the best i have seen!

Track on ma winamp:

Judas Priest - Breaking the law

THE SWEETEST THING

How did I find the movie? Embarrasing!

ME AND JYOTSANA

Life Happened

Track on ma winamp:

Bryan Adams - Please forgive me

Track on ma winamp:

Sean Paul - Get Busy

THE STUNNING ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS ME PEOPLE.

FINALLY I HAVE LEARNT HOW TO POST PICS ON BLOG.

ME HAPPY.

Purple Haze

They tell me it's about shaking sand from your hair and eating DEATH BY CHOCOLATE without having the thougt in ur mind that Neha, Check your waist. It's about lying sunburnt, face upturned, not wondering for once if life was elsewhere. About riding waves, wearing sarongs against the wind, drinking bob marley and beer all morning, david gray and wine all evening, jazz and moonlight all night. About the absolute redundancy of eloquence. About savouring eggs fried in butter. About dancing like a revolution. About fingering muddleheaded verses in the sand. About 'abjuring hope and finding peace'. About nobody but the sea.

Neha wonders..........

Movies seen lately........

Youve got a mail - (This movie was so much better than I expected)

Top Gun - (liked it)

Brand new

A little rain was all it took. Ok, not little, because the sky came crashing down, along with some trees and electric poles. Sharp pokey needles pierced my face and neck as I ran blindly through road lakes. In between two great splashes arching out from either side of my bike, I suddenly realised how completely drenched I was. What’s the point now, of rushing home? So a circuitous route taken, some plastic cover wearing people seen, and rain songs loudly blubbered, I got home.
"Shit, my cell phone! Oh god, my wallet!" All wet. Colours meeting each other on Gandhi’s face. Little blue waves on my account number. I’m all soaked, and there’s a droplet tickling the end of my nose, still unsure about landing on the floor. I shouldn’t have to worry about sodden paper, dammit.
So the dripping bag was chucked in the corner, wet hair ignored, and rain soaked in.
I feel a secret amusement at how the morning after suddenly looks like life in slow motion. Civility, parched and scabbing till now, has become fresh and dew-sprayed. Everyone’s breathing is leisured, walking softer, singing louder.
No flying tempers, no nonsense-boys wanting to overtake you from all sides and crash and die all the time. No chest starers, mirror and crotch adjusters. Loosely flapping shirts, clean wet-from-the-puddle feet, raspy voices, cups of tea, and white clouds. I look around more, and wonder about right-lanes, "Stop Horn OK Please", a Gent’s beauty parlour board illustrated with the pic of a boy being facesqueezed into a haircut. Wonder why tumblers are better than cups & saucers. And why skipstepping, once started, cannot be stopped.
The air is clean of intrusive dust particles that otherwise make for dangerous irritants when combined with sweat. The tar road is not a sheet of heat anymore, and even the blaring horns have shut up (except for the occasional idiot who I curse to burn in acid rain).
Yes I know it’s hot again. Not dry, though.

Track on ma winamp:

Joe Satriani - Always with me always with you

I am back.

Yeah people!! All this time I was living in some disorganized world, house shifting, mom in town, and all that... but now since mom has left last night, though I am missing her so much, I m planning to strighten ma ass and get going again.. have tonnes to do.. for eg. posting on a regular basis.

Phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey hey hey........... now that most of ma stuff is over...... like house hunting ( yeah! i got one real neat one :-) )and the report submission to the college... I am feeling so damn relieved....... though this feeling will not last for long... as the next university exams are due from 13th of the next month........will keep on updating more people ............ till then......... miss ma posts ;-)