I think this is going to be the last part. The problem is, the more recent parts of Sanjay’s life don’t have the distance yet for them to be covered clearly. There’s little details, like him running the prison radio show, or Trishala calling him “Papa Dukes” on instagram, but the whole broad sweep of it isn’t clear yet. So I want to talk a little about Sanjay the person, who he is to those who know him, and leave it at that. (Hindi Film 101 index, including the other parts of the Sanjay story, here)
I’m back! For another look at some of the parts we have already covered, and a look ahead at some new parts. Sanjay, and the women of his life. (full index of Hindi Film 101 including the other Sanjay parts here)
I’ve been writing sort of “theme” posts on Sanjay, pulling together the threads of his life into coherent stories. But that doesn’t help figure out what happened when and in what order. So I’m going to pause here and give you a straight timeline of the happenings of Sanjay’s life. (full index of Hindi Film 101 posts, including other posts on Sanjay, here)
I got to the icky depressing part of Sanjay’s life today, the reason that I have been avoiding writing a Hindi 101 series on him because I just didn’t want to think about it. And I still don’t want to think about it, so I am going to put up a post of silly happy songs to sort of shake the bad thoughts out.
The tricky controversial part continues! And I want to get it all over with in one day, so we can move on to happier topics. Why exactly did Sanjay finally get out of jail? Well, there is a commonly accepted truth about that which had far reaching consequences not just for himself, but for all of Bombay (full index of Hindi Film 101 including other Sanjay posts here)
Boy, it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these! Rest assured, I have been reading the headlines and stuff all along, I just haven’t been writing about them.
I’m back! The Sanjay story continues. And it starts to look a little brighter here. Before going even darker than ever.
I’m finally doing it! The Sanjay Dutt Hindi Film 101 series! And if his movie gets delayed again, well that’s just too bad, they will have to live with my having already posted his series way way too early (not really, I’ll probably repost all these posts the day it comes out for convenience).
Happy Madhuri’s birthday week (again)! I tried to come up with something clever and original, and all I can come up with is a bunch of photos of Madhuri, which isn’t clever or original at all. Oh well, she was very pretty.
Okay, there are a few images beginning to filter out of the calendar-that-isn’t-a-calendar. For newbies, Dabboo is the biggest celebrity photographer. And every year, he gets together with his celebrity friends and shoots a calendar. 24 images, which are revealed at a party in January, and then 24 copies of the calendar are made and given to the models. That’s it, you can’t buy it, and the images aren’t made available to the public. Except through illegal fuzzy reprints that slowly leak out on the internet over the course of the next 24 hours. Which is their purpose, to be leaked so we all know Dabboo’s name and he gets publicity. Dabboo Dabboo Dabboo.
It’s a pun! Do you get it? Because it is men who are smoking hot, and also actually smoking, like smoking cigarettes. Okay, so it’s kind of a lame theme, but I still have holiday brain, and who knows, maybe seeing all of these photos of themselves will inspire some of these guys to make it a New Year’s resolution to stop smoking.
I’m excited about this! In spitballing back and forth in the comments on last week’s post (which was more about Christmas as a festival of lights and social experience and sexy holiday romance), it was suggested that I should just do the whole story. And I think I can! If I break it into 3 bits.
I just want to brag a little. It’s so beautiful! And my fingers and back are so sore. But it’s so beautiful!
Happy Sunday! Much later than usual. Because I am visiting my sister and I was busy learning how to crochet and stuff. Which brings me to this post! In honor of my sister industriously knitting away next to me, and our conversation on the TGIF post of the lack of nice handmade sweaters in the world, a knitting themed fanfic post!!!!
News round-up! With NO SHAHRUKH STORIES AT ALL. Truly, we are in a new era starting today. (and then I immediately mention him in the first paragraph of an unrelated story. But it was RELEVANT!)
Happy Saturday! I am cooking cooking cooking (new stove is hear and I have 5 pumpkins!), and also running back and forth to the movie theater, so no time for a real deep post. But at least I can throw up a news post!
See? I listen! You have a lengthy argument about the olden days when men were men and chests were chests, and I provide you with images! I considered a fanfic, but I can’t come up with a plot that revolves around chest hair (something 101 Dalmatians inspired about fur coats?). I’m sorry! Even my imagination has limits.
So, this week, I had 3 half-baked ideas (first and second from conversations in comments with Asmita, 3rd from conversation with Joyomama), and no fully baked ideas. So I am going with the 3 half-baked.
This is a bit of an odd duck for a “classics” post. It came out only 25 years ago, and isn’t as well remembered as some other films from the same era (Saajan, Khalnayak). I hadn’t even heard of it until it came up in an article on Sanjay. And then I watched it and went “wow! This is a brilliant movie!” So I am here to sing its praises, just in case you haven’t run across it before.