Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Stay Drunk Stay Inspired

Inspiration comes in many forms. For some it is Buddha and for some it is Ram, some look up to Raheem and some go to Jesus.  Women often become inspiration for men, great leaders of the world also try their best to inspire people, but where does that leave us?

Clearly we don’t look up to our current leaders. Hello politics. And we’d rather die than take inspiration someone of the opposite sex. Hello sexism / feminism / equality / gender-based-keywords. We’re hardly religious any longer and we’ve forgotten all about our world’s history.

But all is not lost. We still have some heroes we can look up to. There’s still some good out there that we can go to when we’re feeling low. If it’s inspiration that you’re looking for, look no further. Below are 8 fictional characters that have changed the way of life for billions of people if not trillions. There’s just one thing common between them all. They like to stay drunk. Let’s get started. *hic*

Homer Simpson: He is probably the baap of all drunks. No pun intended. Older than the majority of us, he has successfully managed to raise his kids for over 20 years now and keep his marriage strong all the whole getting drunk on some Duff beer.

Peter Griffin: He’s like the predecessor of Homer Simpson and his mentee and he has done a splendid job of it. In fact, he has taken being drunk and foolish to the next level and only time will tell for how long will his beautiful wife Lois will stick with him.

Sterling Archer: It’s a known fact that this man will die if he stops drinking. The cumulative hangover will actually kill him. So to maintain his sanity and to stay alive, he must stay drunk and continue to be the deadliest spy ever.

Humphrey Bogart: When it comes to some live action characters, there’s nobody like Humphrey Bogart. The man in Casablanca can tempt any sole to grab a whisky and a cigar and listen to some piano. Sheer class.

Nicolas Cage: Have you even seen Leaving Las Vegas? No? Go watch and then argue with me. There is drunk and then there is Nicolas Cage drunk.

Randy Marsh: He once got operated upon and became a dolphin. Need we say more?

The Gang From It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia: Imagine being in a bar all day long all week long with nobody else but an unlimited supply booze and some like-minded foolish company. Drunkenness doesn’t get more fun than this.

Hank Moody: This one is meant to be. He is good looking. He is a writer. He is extremely promiscuous. And he stays drunk. It’s the perfect combo.

Sunday, 10 January 2016

Angry Indian Godd

Disclaimer: This post will contain language that may be inappropriate for younger audiences. Reader discretion is advised. 


Now that I have set some context, with an abusive word to say the least, I’ll jump straight to my review of the film Angry Indian Goddesses. (I know it is a bit late given that the film released over a month back, but I’ve been trying to get around to writing again and it’s taken some time, but I’m back. So, yay!)

But now, let me just say, Bhenchod!

There. I did it again. Feels good. Feels great. Feels normal. But I can’t say the same about the movie. The feeling of watching Angry Indian Goddesses was quite the opposite. Frustrating would be an understatement. Angry would be more like it.

But it’s not the movie itself that made me feel that way. It wasn’t the actors either. It was the stupid fucking censor board that did it for me this time. Oftentimes we end up blaming the director or the script or the story or the music for a bad movie experience. But it’s come to the point that any half decent movie can become pathetic thanks to this higher power called the censor board.

Officially known as the Central Board Of Film Certification, it was formed in 1951 and its current chairperson is Pahlaj Nihalani. You must have heard this name in some recent furore over censorship when people were making fun of him online. You also probably know that he is the producer of Shola Aur Shabnam, one of my personal favourites, but a movie that has one of the worst second halves ever and an equally pathetic rape scene led by the indomitable bad boy Mohinsh Behl.

What I don’t understand is that Angry Indian Goddesses was given an ‘A’ certificate, which is completely fine, yet it was censored like it was being aired on Disney Channel. What the hell was that all about? It is a movie meant for adults. An adult by definition is someone over the age of 18. Someone who is old enough to make his / her own decisions or let mummy / daddy do the same.

The film had so many dialogues that went mute, so many abrupt shot cuts that made no sense and confused the viewer, and a goddess poster unnecessarily blurred out. The filmmakers were simply trying to show something that we already know. The characters were talking like we usually do. The issues shown actually exist. Of course things are exaggerated and over dramatized from time to time but that’s only to add to the narrative and keep the audience engaged. But I’m not going to get too much into my subjective opinion of how good or bad the movie was.

My two cents on the movie: a very decent effort by the director and his bunch of girls. I didn’t go in with too many expectations but came out pleasantly surprised. Of course, the movie did go a little overboard in some parts but hey, it’s a lot better than a lot of other crap that comes out these days. The topic was bang on. They didn’t get into a lot of unnecessary men bashing. They made sense and well, I must also admit, they were a delight to watch as well. So many beautiful women on the screen dancing, singing, abusing, crying, fighting, is not something that we get to see on movie screens too often.

I was extremely disappointed by how this film was treated by the censor board. Finally a film had come out for the women by the women but of course the people in power had to force their archaic beliefs into it. It was extremely irritating and made me super angry. And the worst part is, I can’t do anything about it other than write this stupid blog.

If you haven’t seen the movie, you must. It’s not bad, at all. And here’s a clip that I found which shows some of the scenes which were censored out:

There’s the whole TV and radio leg of this anger as well which I will probably talk about some other day. I must end this blog now before I realise how crappy it is and flush it down my recycle bin. Writing after a hiatus of over 4 months and it feels like I can’t think or write any longer. Hope this gives me a push in the right direction. I will be back with more. Soon!


PS – Will this blog be censored out too because of the abusive language?