Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Our Greatest Fear

By Sadho Ram

Our greatest fear has got nothing to do with our belief that the person or the people we love are in return hating us.

In fact, our greatest fear DOES NOT even get born from the fact that the person or the people we love may in return NOT LOVE US at all. As our love for others or even for someone special doesn't need their assurance that we are being loved in return (although we seek it regardless of the fact).

That we may end up all alone, that we might have nothing or no one to rely upon, that no one will remember us after we are gone, that we may never be good enough in our life or in our attempt for someone are all but part of a general idea of fear. The whole sum of them even does not amount to our greatest fear.

In reality our greatest fear IS THE IDEA or THE BELIEF that FORMS the EMOTIONAL PREMISE of loss and hurt that the person or the people we love and care about the most, may in return one day will NOT ONLY stop acknowledging us and our feelings but somewhere down the line even REFUSE US their VERY HATE, which they otherwise express or feel for things or people they do not like or have in some way hurt them or their feelings.

We live our life, breathing the greatest fear known to mankind, in frightened faith that there might never be such a day in our life, that there might never come that hopeless day in our journey where we might have to witness the greatest fear known to mankind - the utter refusal of any emotion or feeling of those people or the person towards us who we love and care about.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Film Review: Bittoo Boss

By Sadho Ram

Starring: Pulkit Samrat & Amita Pathak | Written & Directed by: Supavitra Babul
Music: Raghav Sachar

It seems as if half-baked stories, uninspired attempts, and poor executions have become the trademarks of films that Bollywood dish out every week.

Bittoo Boss is no different. Predictable. Slow. A half-baked story, poorly narrated, bundled with immature acting and some very lame dialogues. There is nothing to take away from Bittoo Boss, except the fact that whatever may have been the intention of Supavitra Babul, it was good, trying to touch the subject of blue films of innocent, unsuspecting couples on their honeymoon is never easy. Such subjects require some very authentic approach and well-crafted execution, which writer/director Supavitra Babul not only just fails to deliver but also fails to invoke any major emotional reaction.

Bittoo Boss, played by newcomer Pulkit Samrat, is a story of Bittoo videographer, who shoots videos at weddings and parties. He is the star of a small town called Anandpur Sahib in Punjab, where without his video service no wedding is possible. This Bittoo is but more than just a videographer, he is a dreamer, who captures dreams through his camera. He believes in spreading smile in everyone's face, which he does through his video service. He dreams of making it big one day. But destiny has something else in store for him. He falls in love with an educated and strong-headed girl, who believes that money is what makes a person respectable in society. Bittoo, being a righteous cameraman, who refuses to shoot sleazy videos of couples, thinks it otherwise. He loves her but cannot accept her version of world, she cares about him but thinks nothing of him. They part ways even before their story began. But Bittoo now hurt in love, wants to make money anyhow and agrees to shoot "honeymoon" videos of couples. He packs his bag and heads to Shimla, "desh ki aadhi aabaadi ka beej toh yahin dalta hai", as proclaimed by the cab driver he meets on his way.

What follows next is two separate short stories of two couples, one college couple and one newly wed. These two short stories are the only attempt worth praising in Bittoo Boss. The actions of these two couples on screen evokes reactions, at times even making the connect which Bittoo Boss and its lead couples as whole fails to make at any point of time. There is no visible chemistry between the lead pairs of Bittoo Boss, nor is there any strong scene between them. In fact, at the end of the film, I realised that the role of Amita Pathak as Mrinalini was not only unnecessary but also forced. Had the film been centred around the vital subject that it slightly tries to touch, it would have been a well attempted effort.

The songs are there, as they are in any other Bollywood bandwagon, serving little purpose but still there just to fill in the blanks. Bittoo Boss has its share of happy, sad and peppy songs, although not a single track manages to stand out. Just chaos.

Last words, Bittoo Boss is a film made with good intention but with very, very bad execution. There is no continuity of shots in it, nor is there any amount of consistency in the story that it tries to tell. It fails in part, it fails in whole, in short, Bittoo Boss is just another fizzled floss.

Skip it. Go watch a video of any family member's or friend's wedding instead.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Note on Hate

By Sadho Ram

Image Courtesy Google
In one way or the other we are all filled with hatred. No matter how much we proclaim our love for fellow human beings, at the end of the day it all comes down to this - hatred. Whether we realize it and accept it or not, the truth remains the same. It cannot change, so can't we. Hate is the opposite extreme of love, and till there's love in us, hate is bound to be. Men are growing intolerable towards women more than ever, and women aren't far behind. We hate their guts, they are hating us.

Religious fundamentalists are on the rise and so is their religious bigotry. Intolerance has become their religion and their religion has become intolerable. To speak against their bigotry, rationalists all around the world are on the rise. Rationalists of all kind and tribes and vibes. But instead of rationalizing or giving rational views, rationalists too are turning bigots, coming up with new types of bigotry. The teachers are hating students for thinking freely, the students are hating teachers for their old-thinking. Parents are hating their kids for their life-style, the kids are hating their parents for trying to control their way of living. Hate, it seems, has become the central force which moves people these days. Hate, it seems, has become the tool to get things done quickly, which everyone of us is hatefully happy to use it as frequently.

Although, as old as any emotion inside us, it would not be wrong to say that HATRED has emerged as a whole new religion among us.

Our intolerance towards each other is baffling and dangerously alarming. Hiding behind the masks of society, we are coming down on each other filled with more hatred than ever. Some even dare to come open. That's the kind of change our hatred has brought in us. We hate progress, labeling it as we please. We hate those who have succeeded, labeling them after the terrorists and thieves. We hate those who are trying to succeed. We hate everything that is moving forward. Then to top it, we hate everything that isn't moving.

In our journey filled with numerous kinds of hatred towards numerous kinds of things, we have all turned into chronic haters. So much so that, we have started hating ourselves. Therefore, hate isn't just another religion anymore, in fact, hate has become us and we have become hate.

I myself am a pretty hateful person. A major portion of my life so far has been devoted to hatred. And so has been of majority of others around me. Coming to think of it, hatred was the reason those people belonged to me and I to them. But hate is not immortal. There is an expiry date to it. It does die but only if we let ourselves free from its clutches. I think that's the reason that those people do not belong to me anymore and nor I to them.

Last words, as I see it, the combined hatred of all of us, is only growing, spreading itself, more and more. It can't be stopped, but it surely can be kept under control, if and ONLY IF we learn to adopt and accept each other for who and what we are. But that too can never happen. Realities as such do not exist even in dreams and books.

Friday, April 6, 2012

HOUSEFULL 2: The Dorky Dozen

By Sadho Ram

(Un)direction: Sajid Khan | (Un)screenplay: Tushar Hiranandani, Sajid-Farhad
(Un)music: Sajid-Wajid

Nothing fascinates me in a film (regardless of the genre) more than that rare combination of a well-told story with finely crafted characters. A craft which, although seems to be flourishing and gaining new depths in "underground" cinema, is surely on the verge of extinction, at least in mainstream Bollywood. The Hindi film industry has gone through numerous cinematic transformations in which it has given us movies that are true gems but then it has also given us uncountable numbers of the most ridiculous movies ever made in India. The sad part is that those ridiculous movies are the ones that have become the whole idea and identity of Bollywood. Housefull 2 is one of those ridiculously cheesy films, where you don't know whether you should cringe in embarrassment or laugh at the cheesiest of dialogues that hold the stamina to even make a few rotten corpses roll in their graves.

Sample this: "Sirf bhokhne se kutta kamina nahi ho jata"