The Discriminant of The Iota

What happens when you are exposed on screen? When those stark realities which co-exist comfortably around us are suddenly splashed in front of us. Complete with music and the finesse of one of the most promising directors of our times( RIP: Subhash Ghai)but the "show" must go on and the show belongs to those who belong to the times, the scene is not a Castle in "Hamburg" nor is "bauji" of DDLJ ( simran you can go now please). Yeah why do we have to fooled with those landscapes of an exotic land which now sponsers our movies instead of printing brochures. Why do we have to set our "Mumbai" in some set at "Dubai" or why do i have to identify with the khushi or gham of a family who is draped in a cloth designed by Rohit Bal.( the white colour u see is inspired from the school shirt i used to wear, this is dedicated to my bai who would wash and iron that shirt for me while i dreamt of designing designer coffins). "Lucky"ily we have a breed of directors who don't write in their promos to come and fall in love,( for that overpriced popcorn which your kid wants because Pogo has told him that Ben-10 comes free with this, or your girlfriend who still fancies those videos where love happens over popcorn throwing and no one cares, wow! i will do it when i go and see Ghazini).

But yes we are really "lucky" that a second line of lieutenants are willing to come on the scene and make their presence felt. And why does it have to be an "art" movie. (why does it have to be about brothels or a marital discord). The art movies of 70s with all their exceptions were meant not for you or me but again that ( Ah! Bentley, i just got an RR for myself) to (why is the fork 2.23 cm way from my soup which is cooked not simmered) class of self prophesied messiahs of fate of movie every friday, while the staple diet for public would be to believe that he can marry a girl who does not know the route to kitchen( and they talk about the highway to heart and stoppages at some gunny bag)lest the eyes are not outlined with god knows what( can someone in comments give me a beginner's guide to a make up kit) to those villains who for no reason smuggle empty cartons and barrels!

I dont wish to giev it a fancy sounding name like "cineplex movie" "multiplex movie" may be they are "simplex movies" movies which we wanted to see, but like when your dugestion system is churning sounds of a BEST bus it fails to recognize pill( though the doctor is confident that his top-up is now taken care off) we have stopped looking to movies that "sound silly" and go for those EXXXXXTRAAA( no pun here guys) long titles whose title has more animation then the movie( did someone say Chamku) to what was the name of guy ( nitin and some color and mukesh) and watch those "tashnee" movies that proclaim " we are king" because we are fool enough to watch a movie whose promos even fail to tickle a nerve( please don't try to move that nerve, we have a couple in progress at the left hand corner second last row).

And before i stray into the "big bollywood story" let me get back to the point.
Oye Lucky... Lucky Oye is not a movie it is a revelation something like Khosla Ka Gholsa did. Real life has no true idols no straight principles just curves that appear straight. Loops with curvature beyond those eyes,and yet everyone is happy to choose his own loop. So we have a music system as "gift" for that contract to the mercedes of ( 10 lakh loss in factory) suddenly slipping out of our eyes and we are again pointing fingers, to whom? i frankly don't know! the "straightness" is worth a debate, the hard earned bunglow( sales tax, income tax, property tax, water tax damn commissioners for all and "diwali" gifts for bunty and bhabhijee oh! she adores laxmi nagar ki chaat how sweet of her).

Enter "lucky" a product of our aspirations bursting out of cafes, restaurants, commercials with those me-so-good, me-so-happy faces, stuffing our conscience with "the good life". Lucky creates an "order" in the chaos, from the affable chaddha jee and his adorable parjayijee to sharma jee and his misej we have a sudden problem. Who is this "robinhood" who is stealing under my nose while i wipe it clean under my table. He is a "fiend" a "sham" who needs to be taught that swindling suits those plaster faces with a smile on face and hand in pocket and not those who have nothing to mortgage but "laid down souls". The "permit" is for those entrance exam cleared hob-knobs who think their quota alone is worth filling, so while chadhaa jee smiles as he invites you to a "gate-together" his heart brims with what we all know.

But look what this guy did he amplified those hushed tones, look he is showing people bare naked on screen cryin foul that their "victim" souls are being mocked by people in character as shady as the left corner of the second last row. Bravo dude! i am surprised how do they tolerate "the nakedness" or the depth of "cleavage" in society shown by you. That is not for viewing dude...... please watch it in your homes on the the T.V set recieved last "diwali" while Bantu can watch his assignments on sharma jee ka gift...............................