When you’re 29, either you’ve friends who’re married or who’re divorced. Some of them even have human babies added to that mix (well, ugh?). There are only a select few people in my team right now, you know, the unmarried ones who have no fucking clue about life. Don’t get our tribe wrong. We do want to get married someday and we are aware that our so-called biological clock is a gong at the moment, swaying dangerously around our ovaries as a constant reminder. But you see, I don’t believe in getting married for the wrong reasons.
Mumbai in July is no different than Venice and last Saturday it was raining like cats and dogs. It had been a typically crazy and hectic week at work. I needed a massage really bad. So, I braved the weather and reached Sukho Thai’s centre at High Street Phoenix Mall in Lower Parel, on a rain-drenched evening.
Last night, I was watching Sex and the City: The Movie (2008), well, for the 42nd time, and of course I drew a parallel. When Carrie Bradshaw’s Vogue Editor talked about “The last single girl” photo shoot featuring Carrie in various designer wedding dresses, me, while sipping my cheap beer (month end plus just quit my cushy job) exclaimed to myself, “Mm hmm, I know exactly what you mean, girl.” Only difference being, she was a 40-year-old bride, and I am 28. But hello? That’s New York and this is Bombay. It’s only fair.
Now if there’s anything that’s exactly like SATC in my life it’s the fact that I lucked out in my girlfriends department. I’ve my own set of Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte, even though they’re physically not here with me in Manhattan aka Mumbai.
You guys got it all wrong. It’s not love that kills you. It’s the could-have-beens that do.
Love is beautiful. It makes you want to live. Laugh. Dance. But thinking and re-thinking what could-have-been makes you die a little inside. It numbs you. And you can’t even cry. Because, how can you cry over something that you never had in the first place? What a curse. The curse of an almost relationship.
“Wake up,” he said as he rolled over her side and kissed her mouth.
Morning kisses are an interesting amalgamation of oh-this-is-so-fucking-hot-I’ll-tear-your-pants-off and I-know-what-you-had-last-night. The room was dark and dreamy at 5 in the morning and she could see a silhouette of his face as she tried to crinkle her eyes open.
“What time is it? Ouch…Your beard,” she managed to gasp and talk while playing with his tongue.
“I’ll shave today. Okay?” he broke the kiss.
“No. It’s nice. Brings the poet out in you quite well,” she giggled while settling her head on his chest.
The snooze alarm began to ring. He promptly hit it off.
Director: Anu Menon
Cast: Naseeruddin Shah, Kalki Koechlin, Rajat Kapoor, Arjun Mathur, Suhasini Maniratnam, Ratnabali Bhattacharjee
Director Anu Menon has clearly come a long way since her 2012 debut, London Paris New York. She ably sets most of her movie in the confines of a swanky, state-of-the-art private hospital in Kochi. Two people, Professor Shiv Natraj (Naseeruddin Shah) and Tara Deshpande (Kalki Koechlin) patiently wait everyday for their respective spouses to wake up from coma. While the one-liner idea sounds brilliant on paper, executing it in a full blown feature format takes talent. And, Menon is successful to a large extent.
Cast: Vicky Kaushal, Sarah-Jane Dias, Manish Choudhary, Raaghav Chanana, Harmehroz Singh, Meghna Malik
Debutant director Mozez Singh’s Zubaan, a movie about a dirt-poor boy in the quest to find success who eventually questions his own choices in this part-time song-and-dance musical was made after Singh waited nine years to make his dream project. He didn’t want to compromise the way he wanted to treat it. And, it shows. Given the resources, Singh’s treatment is very fresh and urban.
After many sleepless days, nights and working weekends.. the D-day had finally arrived. It was the night for the 61st Filmfare Awards – also fondly often given the moniker of an Indian Oscar. Continue reading
Director: Umesh Ghadge
Cast: Tusshar Kapoor, Aftab Shivdasani, Shakti Kapoor, Mandana Karimi, Darshan Jariwala, Meghna Naidu, Gizele Thakral, Claudia Ciesla
You know what to expect from a movie that spells cool with a K. What you don’t expect though, is finding out that it isn’t the worst part about the movie. You wish it was though. Because, Kya Kool Hain Hum 3 (KKHH 3) serves you much worse, in abundance – a song that goes ‘Oh boy oh boy, you’re my soft toy’ for example. Directed by Umesh Ghadge and written by Milap Zaveri, the third installment in the ‘Kya Kool’ franchise is a challenge to your intellect, senses and overall sanity. Continue reading