76 years ago today was a day which has lived in infamy (am I the only one who hears that in the distinctive Roosevelt East Coast twang?). And I am using that as a jumping off point for a game of film song Antakshari, in my own random style. Because it’s been tiring mourning Shashi, we need something fun. (in case you don’t know, antakshari is a game where you trade off songs, player B having to pick up with a new song on the same note/word/syllable as where player A left off, and back and forth)
This is a very very silly post. But it’s the end of the week, I am almost done with my exhausting SRK celebrations, it’s time to be silly!
I know this is something we have all been concerned about, R. Madhavan’s ever developing style of attractiveness. And, almost as important, the ever developing relationship between Hindi and non-Hindi films in India.
Here’s what’s really upsetting, in it’s on small way, about the news out of Turkey: they are really really really welcoming to Indian films. In a way that I found really surprising when I started researching this post. There were websites and articles, all about how happy they are to have India film in their country, how grateful they are to be part of these films, how proud they are of this connection. On the other hand, when Dhoom 3 was filming in my town, it was reported as “hey, isn’t this kooky?”
I already put up one post about my favorite Aish-Abhi movie, but actually it is tied for favorite with Guru. There were a few months there when I watched Guru every night before bed, not even sure why. I just like it!