Raju Hirani-need to reinvent

 
The post comes much later than it was intended or expected. I saw a movie couple of weeks back, and it is expected, that I write a review sooner. Nevertheless, staying true to my new resolution of writing once a week, I am writing today :)
I saw Ferrari ki sawari two weeks ago. before entering the cinema hall, I had conversation with a friend- I dunno why, but I think the movie is going to be  LITTLE BORING!  My husband reprimanded me saying do not make assumptions before you actually see a movie. And hence, I entered the theater with falsely assuring myself that movie will be good.
Just that I kept on waiting till the very end credits, that there might be some element in this movie which will really make me laugh/think/entertain. Ofcourse, one can not expect that one single movie will perform all the above mentioned functions, but there has to be something in the movie, which the viewer has to take home. Entertainment/sadness/intense thoughts/confusion/ guilt/ laughter/any other thing. FKS lacked any of these.
I mean, you could appreciate it in bits and pieces. Pieces would be Boman Irani's awesome Parsi bawa, and Vidya Balan's jewellery in her item number, and of course, the red beauty, Ferrari.

Sharman Joshi's attempts are not bad. But the poor guy has over killed, thanks to how his part is written. He seems to be insane after a point. The kid faces same fate. Although, he is a sweet looking boy, with very expressive face. Paresh Rawal is again wasted, with his character in total negativity. And supporting caste is no exception with they playing the parts well, but fundamental flaw is with writing.
I think Raju Hirani has co-written the film or dialogues. I,for one, hated his job in the film. I know Hirnai fans will eat me alive. Do not misunderstand. I myself am  big Hirani fan. Munnabhai is a film which I could watch any number of times, and appreciate small things every time. But that does not mean that he repeats the same things in each and every film. And I am not ready to accept that it's a Rajesh Mapuskar film. It bears too many Hirani touches to believe in that.
How many times do I see a Marathi policeman with some peculiar idiosyncrasy,  who helps the protagonist? How many times do I see an excellent detailing of daily life, with lost sense of reality? How many times do I see a character in sub-villainous roles who suddenly sees sense in the end? How many characters who clap vigorously in the climax scene, wiping their happy tears off? How many 'one last powerful monologue' by the protagonist in the climax scene? I am tired. Hirani style humor is good, but do not overkill,mate. In fact, I am planing to offer Hirani to take me on board as a screen writer for his next film. I really can.

Finally, FKS told me that there exists a person called Rajesh mapuskar in this world. he is noweher to be seen through his movie.  But he gets the credit as director, after all.

अतिथी देवो भव-commercial edition

 

The idea of going to Turkey struck many people in more than one ways. They said it was out of the box, hippie and cool. The actual trip to Turkey struck me in more than one ways as well. There are just many things to write about, which I hope to formulate and write in coming pages, though this one was one of the most striking ones. 

You find Turkish people to be extremely hospitable. At least, those who are in business of hospitality. We just met Turks who were hotel managers,waiters,guides,shopkeepers,street vendors, immigration officers and so on. I do not know about normal Turks,who are not in the business of travel and tourism, but I will give them benefit of doubt and not talk about them. But you simple can not look over the fact that all the hospitality professionals are living by the name of that sector. And they are doing this in their own unique way. 

Nilay,My tour guide at cappadocia, was one wonderful person. About same as my age, stout, with a striking mixture of asian and europian features, spoke English in her funny accent. We just instantly clicked. She gave us information as it was expected. But she did not stop at that. she initiated discussions within the passengers, spoke personally with me for a long time, we chatted about religion,national spirit,staying away from your parents,university education and what not. She has done her graduation in tour guiding, which I found to be cool. 

Raedire, the cute receptionist at the Gamirasu cave hotel,cappadocia was so hospitable that we almost felt obliged. She would personally come to every table when we had dinner, ask us how our day was, Every time we came back from sightseeing, she would chat with us for 5 minutes. The hotel manager would say Namaste, and also knew the word 'chalo'! Everywhere we went, Apple teas was given to us for free- that's a welcome drink. And apple teas could well be replaced by wine,or Raki- the local beer! 

to top the list, the immigration officer at Istanbul airport saw my passport and asked me if I can speak Hindu!(meant Hindi).The knack to make people felt included, to make them feel comfortable was seen in all these cases, and that definitely means a lot.

The point is that you realize after a while that it is all a part of professionalism. They are being hospitable as a part of profession, as a service that you paid for.  But not once did we feel that this is a paid hospitality. We kept on believing that this behavior is real, genuine and to an extent of it being special favor to us. Of course we knew that  all tourists will be greeted with same hospitality and would encounter same experiences, still the feeling stayed. And after a while that feeling started causing pain to me, made me feel hurt, to realize that this is all paid service, and might be-might not be real, and its definitely non-exclusive. It is a weird feeling where you really appreciate something nice, and realize that you can not get too attached to it!

I really felt that our countrymen who scream ATITHI DEVO BHAV at every occasion, (and still need Amir khan to advertise against troubling the tourists) could take some inspiration. we can not be the professional hospitable gang the next day. But hospitable enough to serve what people paid for. With these thoughts I landed in Mumbai only to be greeted by a half-asleep losy faced woman at immigration counter, who did not bother to check our immigration forms and was pretty foul mouthed with a firang behind me. 

Atithi devo bhav- the invisible edition.

संस्कृती वगैरे..

 

माझा मराठीतला पहिला ब्लॉग :)

चेन्नईला  येउन मला आता चार आठवडे होतील.. अर्थात कुठल्याही शहराबद्दल वक्तव्य करण्यासाठी, किंवा मत बनवण्यासाठी म्हणू हवं तर,  चार आठवडे  हा काही फार काळ नाही. पण कसं आहे, की तुमचा मेंदू ताजा असताना, कुठल्याही प्रकारचे संस्कार त्यावर झालेले नसताना, जे ठसे  त्यावर उमटतात, ते  तुम्ही जुने झाल्यावर उमटत नाहीत. नवीन शहरात गेल्यावर तुम्हाला जर लगेच नोकरी धंदा असेल, तर मग तुम्ही खूपच लवकर जुने होता, आणि रहाट गाडग्याला  स्वतःला जुंपून घेता. मी सध्या सुशिक्षित बेकार या गटातली असल्याने, मला तसा स्वतःला नवं ठेवण्यासाठी पुष्कळच स्कोप आहे. :)
चेन्नईच  नाव ऐकल्यावर नाकं न मुरडणारे लोक मला फार कमी सापडले. आणि केवळ महाराष्ट्रीय नव्हे तर अगदी मूळ तमिळ लोक सुद्धा. ते घाण आहे, गरम आहे, अतिभयानक उन तिथे असतं, तिथे रस्त्यावर अस्वच्छता आहे, लोक हिंदी मुळीच बोलत नाहीत, तमिळ शिवाय पर्याय नाही, त्या शहराला असा एक मेट्रो चा फील नाही, डास तुम्हाला फाडून खातील, इ इ अनेक गोष्टी मी ऐकल्या. यातल्या अनेक गोष्टी अंशतः का होईना खऱ्या आहेत देखील, पण तरीही चेन्नईला स्वतःचं म्हणून एक व्यक्तिमत्व  अर्थातच आहे, आणि ते व्यक्तिमत्व शोधण्यासाठी चार आठवडे हा कमी काळ असला, तरी काही ठसे, किंवा खुणा उमटवायला तसा पुष्कळ काळ आहे.  त्यातली एक सतत जाणवत राहणारी खूण इथे लिहावी  यासाठी हा ब्लॉग प्रपंच!

चेन्नईत, दैनंदिन आयुष्यावर स्थानिक संस्कृतीचा जाणवेल इतका प्रभाव आहे. मला कल्पना आहे, हे वाक्य अगदीच जनरल आहे, मात्र  ज्या विविध गोष्टी पहिल्या, त्याच्या सगळ्याच्या मुळाशी हे एक समान सूत्र आहे,असं जाणवतं. 
तमिळला पर्याय नाही वगैरे उक्त्या काही अंशी खऱ्या आहेत. बहुसंख्यांना इंग्लिश येतं हे ही तितकाच खरं आहे. मात्र : तुम्ही कुठेही जा, समोरचा माणूस तुमच्याशी बोलताना तमिळ मध्ये बोलायला सुरु करतो. तो रिक्षा वाला असेल, बस कंडक्टर असेल, भाजीवाला असेल, डॉक्टर असेल, दुकानदार असेल, रस्त्यावर पत्ता विचारणारा माणूस असेल, वेटर असेल, किंवा अन्य कोणी. तमिळ इल्ले हे एकदा तुम्ही सांगितलत किंवा तुमच्या मक्ख चेहऱ्याने त्याच्या लक्षात आलं, कि तो इंग्लिश मध्ये बोलेल किंवा बोलण्याचा प्रयत्न करेल. (रिक्षावाला असेल तर तुम्हाला आणखी लुबाडेल!) पण सुरुवात तमिळ मध्येच. अर्थात दक्षिणेकडली राज्यं भाषेबाबत कट्टर आहेत, हे आपण ऐकून आहोत. पण बंगलोर मध्ये तरी हिंदी बोलणं बरंच सापडतं. इथे मात्र, "तुम्ही आमच्या राजधानीत आहात, आमच्या भाषेला प्राधान्य आहे", हे कोणी काही न बोलता जाणवतं. भाषा हा शेवटी अभिव्यक्तीचा मार्ग असला, तरी भाषेतून संस्कृती कितपत हाडीमाशी रुजलीय याचं दर्शन होतं. सगळ्यात आश्चर्य कुठे वाटतं, तर मेनलेंड चायना सारख्या उच्चभ्रू ठिकाणी सुद्धा, मला अभिवादन तमिळ मध्ये केलं गेलं!
हॉटेल वरून एक वेगळा मुद्दा आठवला. इडली, डोसा, पोंगल ह्या सगळ्या मूळ इथल्याच गोष्टी. त्या लोकांनी इथे खाणे यात काहीच आश्चर्य नाही. (महाराष्ट्रात किती हॉटेल्स तुम्हाला पोहे आणि मिसळ देतात? पण ते जाऊ दे ) केळीच्या पानावर हे पदार्थ अनेक ठिकाणी तुम्हाला वाढलेले पाहायला मिळतात. मुद्दा तो देखील नाही. खाऊन झालं, की हे पान दुमडतात. ते खालून वर अश्या विशिष्ट पद्धतीनेच दुमडायचं असतं,कारण श्राद्ध वगैरे गोष्टींना ते उलटं दुमडल जातं! आणि हि गोष्ट मोठ्यापासून लहानांना माहीत असते! पाहून खूप आश्चर्य वाटलं, की ही तशी सो कॉल्ड धार्मिक/सांस्कृतिक गोष्ट रोज अवलंबली जाते. आणि त्याचं कारण असं की तिच्याकडे धार्मिक गोष्ट म्हणून न बघता रोजच्या आयुष्याचा एक साधा भाग म्हणून बघितलं जातं. भातासोबत वरण खाण्या इतका साधा !

एका  बाबतीत माझ्याशी बरेच लोक सहमत होतील, ते म्हणजे इंग्रजी वर्तमानपत्रं, आणि त्यातही टाइम्स, हे स्थानिक संस्कृतीला धार्जिणे कधीच नव्हते आणि नसतात. पुणे टाइम्स मध्ये तुमचा वेडिंग ड्रेस पांढरा शुभ्र कसा ठेवावा याबद्दलचे लेख, किंवा (तुरळक अपवाद वगळता), साहित्य-कला-संगीत  म्हणून मराठी गोष्टींना खिजगणतीतही न घेणं हे अतिशय कॉमन आहे. मी चेन्नईला आले, तेव्हा पोंगलला १० दिवस होते, आणि मार्गळी (मार्गशीर्ष महिना) साजरा करणं जोरात चालू होतं. अनेक सुंदर शास्त्रीय गायन, अभिजात नृत्याचे कार्यक्रम, रांगोळी स्पर्धा, साड्यांचे सेल, गजरे आणि फुलांची सजावट, पोंगलच्या नवनवीन रेसिपी, दीपमाळा उजळलेली मंदिर, तमिळ फिल्म स्टार्सच्या शुभेच्छा देणं,हे सगळं चालू होतं, आणि मला हे समजण्याचा एकमेव स्रोत म्हणजे चेन्नई टाइम्स! आपण तमिळ पेपरच वाचतोय असं वाटावं इतका 'तमिळ'पणाने तो ओसंडून वाहात होता! सार्वत्रिक उत्साहाच्या बाबतीत आपल्या गणपतीशी याची तुलना करता येईल, पण ते १० दिवस सुद्धा पुणे टाइम्स इतका मराठीपणाने ओसंडून वाहताना मला कधीच दिसलेला नाही. वाचकांच्या मनात संस्कृतीच इतकं प्रेम असल्याशिवाय, भलेही ते अव्यक्त का असेना, हा पेपर नक्की हे करणार नाही याबद्दल  मला खात्री आहे!
सगळ्याच  गोष्टी स्तुतीजन्य आहेत असं नाही. केवळ मुलांची किंवा मुलींची शाळा कॉलेज इथे सर्वत्र आहेत. को-एड फार कमी. झालंच तर बस मध्ये पुरुषाच्या शेजारी जागा रिकामी असली तरी बाईने तिथे न बसणं हे देखील सर्वत्र! (मुंबईत राहिल्यावर हा महामूर्खपणा आहे असं वाटतं) पण हे देखील त्यांच्या संस्कृतीतल्या कर्मठ पणाला धरून आहे.
भाषा, सणवार,परंपरा आणि धर्म म्हणजे केवळ संस्कृती नाही. मग नेमकं काय?संस्कृतीच्या अनेक व्याख्या आहेत. समाजशास्त्रानुसार माणसाने निर्माण केलेलं काहीही म्हणजे संस्कृती. प्रत्येक समूहाने आपापली संस्कृती निर्माण केली. जागतिकीकरणाने कदाचित सगळ्याच संस्कृती लयाला जाताहेत. पण त्यात काही थोडं आपलं जपलं जावं अशी इच्छा असेल, तर ते दैनंदिन जीवनात आणावं लागतं. पुस्तकात ठेवून ते आणखी लवकर लयाला जातं. त्यात काही बाबतीत तमिळ लोक यशस्वी झालेत. अर्थात सगळ्याच एतद्देशीय लोकांसारखी आमची संस्कृती बुडाली अशी त्यांची ओरड असेलच, पण मुंबईसारख्या संस्कृतीशून्य शहरात राहिल्यावर मला इथे जरा बरं वाटलं. माझे निष्कर्ष चुकीचे असतीलही. किंवा अपुरे देखील असतील. पण मी आधी म्हटल्याप्रमाणे, ही फर्स्ट इम्प्रेशन्स आहेत. चेन्नईच व्यक्तिमत्व ओळख्ल्यानंतर ती बदलतीलही. तोवर यावर विचार करायला काय हरकत आहे?
काही नाही तरी विचार करणं ही मराठी संस्कृती नक्की आहे! :D







 

Murugan ke gun gao!

 

               Contrary to popular belief, I do cook at home :) It's been couple of weeks since I have started my housewifing in Chennai and large part of it involves cooking. Of course, my husband and more importantly my father in law are my great helps there. but we do go to these nice restaurants in Chennai, visited four until now :P

So  Murugan idli ,  one of the most popular eateries in the whole Tamilnadu, has a branch that is in the vicinity, and we go there. In fact, I have been there twice in just two weeks. Murugan has a decent amount of space, which can accommodate about 25-30 people, not to big and flashy, but the taste of food will make up for any lacunae this place might otherwise have.OK, so let us start over. 

Murugan serves only south Indian food. All you can get to eat is variety of Idlis, Dosa, uttampam, and white Paniyaram (which we call appe back in Maharashtra) In drinks, it serves tea, coffee, milk, mineral water and their own product, Jigarthanda. That's all. No Menu card is served, of course because the choice is so limited. Murugan seems to be following the principle of serve little, serve the best.

You can swear by the quality of Idli here. well, people expect that while you are in Chennai, idli is one food which ought to be served best. It is not true. It is like saying whenever you are in Maharashtra, you ought to have Pohe and Misal served best. It is a local cuisine, and a staple to most of the people here, still there are places where Idlis are rice stones, and not cakes! Murugan serves Idlis which are an epitome of being idlis. Snow-white, extra soft, fresh and hot from the cooker direct to your plate. oh no, on your leaf.

Other aspect of Murugan being a Southie hotel is emphasized by it's absence of serving plates. There are banana leaves,  one for each, laid out on the table by the waiter here. the customer is supposed to take some water, and wash the banana leaf with your own hands. Then There will be boys roaming around with bowls of different kind of chutneys (or Podi). And as soon as you are given a table and banana leaf is cleaned, samples of different Podis will appear on your leaf. your order is brought to you within 5-7 minutes, and as those super soft Idlis or other stuff appears, another waiter comes and your meal is made complete with Sambar and the normal white coconut chutney.

oh and most importantly, Whatever you might have ordered, just mix everything together, most presumably, make balls and start throwing them in your mouth. This is not a place to be sophisticated and eat your idli with a fork and get a taste of sambar with a spoon. This is a place to be totally Southie, eat that oh-so-tasty food with a typical south Indian fervor, and then, if you please, complete it with a filter kaapi :). Burrrp! 

more on idlis and other stuff later. till then, sing my version of the song-

Idli dosa appam khao

tum bhi murugan ke gun gao!
mind it mind it! :)

the red lounge

just last night i had been to the movie in this multiplex in one of Mumbai suburbs. i was accompanied by my cousins, three of them. and our visit to that multiplex was planned (AND SPONSORED) by our eldest cousin. had it not been for him, i would have never dared to go to such a place with my own money! the red lounge of that multiplex, which costs you a good fortune. 300 Rs per head, for a movie, which is probable worth of say 75 rs.
i would definitely agree with Saurabh( the sponsoring one!) though that its not about quality of movie that you spend 300 rs for, its an experience. and it definitely is. the red lounge has seating for around 100 people. you have biiiiig red couches. all comfortable and fluffy cushions.. and the couch can get almost 180 degree flat.. almost parralel to the ground. you actually would feel like a king. or may be sitting on a beach in one of those beach chairs! too good. you also get a service by waiter who provides you with any food you want( which costs ! it is not 'on the house'.. and boy!cost much!)
of course, i have restricted my self that i probably would not be watching any other movie in the red lounge- definitely not with somebody else's money.. though the experience ..(to have it once) was definitely royal and luxury. and now a tiny thought, contradicting this is blinking- how about asking a guy to take me on date there in the red lounge? ;)