Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Taare Zamen Par

Prologue: First and foremost, TZP is definitely a nice movie, but the following should be read keeping in mind that the blogger has been staying for 2 years now in a city that is starved of any form of entertainment, where people shout for 'subtitles' in a theatre while watching hindi movies and where you are
treated to a plate of rasam-vada with a glass of beer. And oh yes! It is next to a Himalayan struggle to get a hindi movie ticket in Chennai!

9.45 PM: Arrive at the movie hall. Find out that my friends got tickets for TZP. The other hindi movie, Welcome, was houseful. Sounded weird.

10.00 PM: Once inside the movie hall, realize the ticket counter guy gave us tickets in such a way that we were split into 2 groups. Despite the fact all tickets were booked at the same time by one guy who had asked for 5 tickets. And the show was not houseful.

11.00 PM: My friend shouts out when the child actor is eating –
'Abe dekh yaar, woh bhi Idli nahi khaa raha hai'.

11.15 PM: Realized that the censor board made a mistake of awarding the 'U' rating. Two reasons: No.1 (not that good a reason): could have bad influence on kids – they could learn how to bunk classes, homework and also learn lots of devious tricks. And No.2 (oh yeah! This is the reason): It could scare the kids. No, they won't be scared by the movie, but by the parents who accompany the kids to the movie. Overheard from the back row : 'Beta dekha, boarding hai yeh. Yahan pe no mama, no papa, no dada, no didi. Agar koi baccha homework nahi karta hai, badmashi karta hai, unko boarding bheja jaata hai'. A stupefied silence from the kid said it all!

11.30 PM: As I sing in my mind 'Aajare, aaja re aaja...', the kid in the backseat blurted it out - 'Papa, Amir Khan kab aayega'.

11.35 PM: Ah, there he was, just before the interval – thought the entrance would be greeted by a cheer, but instead it was just the 3 of us, which made us sound like 'out of place'.

Post Interval : For most part, seriously 'Bolti Bandh'. Lend credence to the fact that in the opening credits, the child's name was shown before Amir's. However, it was not without its moments. My friend sitting beside me turns around to spot anyone who was crying. And I just could not understand why some people were clapping when the child displayed his craft and art skills. Maybe the tearful few can explain me.

Final credits: My friend shouts, 'Abe jaldi light jala, kaun kaun ro raha hai dekhna hai'.