Malvika’s Ramblings

The movie suxx. Having said that…

Watching this movie, any movie was just the thing I needed after a long day and night’s work and a tiring presentation that went off well. I looked up the theatres in which Om Shanti Om was playing across Toronto. Took a subway and dashed off to a distant theatre in unknown parts. My mind was mostly on the loveliness of my belted coat and the personas of strangers in the subway. I reached a large multiplex with multiple snack counters and around 9 auditoriums. Unlike the constant throng at PVR Saket, whether its Monday or Wednesday or a weekend, this theatre was ghostly and totally empty except for one guy who manned 10 ticket counters alone, and one woman who manned all the snack bars. The number of employees seemed justified considering that I was the only one there to watch a movie - in all the 9 audis.

I went into the theatre. The screen was full size. The seats were comfy. Lots of leg-space. No reason to avoid the theatre. I touched the screen on which they project the movie and saw what it felt like. I went and looked right into the overhead projector which was showing some meaningless routine promos. No one in the projection room. No one in the seats in the theatre. I tested 4 exactly similar seats for best ass comfort, before I settled on one. I put my feet up. A while later I bought some food and coke and ate noisily with my coat on one seat, Coca cola bottle on another, feet up. The nachos I ate cracked noisily in my mouth at the most significant emotional pauses in the movie until a couple came into the theatre to catch the film-in-progess. In fact, that didn’t stop me. By then, I was the self-proclaimed King Of the place.

I love Amitabh Bachhan and Himesh Reshammiya. Yes i do! And stuffed buses and trains. And cabs from gurgaon to delhi. Its all nice when u are jammed in and travelling wi ur bf. And I love monsoon india things like steamy chai-samosa-pakora that appears as soon as the first drop pelts down.

And I like shirtless taporis on bikes when it rains. And mud puddles. And Mard Kamzori posters seen from trains as you approach towns. And people who ask if you are baniya or sunar or whatever. I am something new each time! I love greasy black auto mechanic shacks with blackened tenacious hands working monkey-wrenches. And I love the arm-cuts on guys who work at the tandoor, over its red glow and erratic sparks in dhaabas.

I love aunties who force you to eat. And the sweet milky awful tea that real estate brokers force you to drink in their air conditioned offices with an aquarium for effect. And Mughal Gardens and Rajput forts.

Here is a list of words and phrases I like for their pithiness.

Succulent

Damage-control

Sexy

Exposition (courtsey Renzo)

Quotidian (Courtsey Romy Misra!)

Kickass (try to think of a single substitute)

Indefagitable

I am going to keep adding to ths list. You can add your words as comments

I am totally in love with Pasha from “So you think you can dance!”

Yup, soppy, doggone lowe..

And it doesn’t help that heaps of girls over America are in love with him too. Sighh..

Pic from starlitecommunity.com

Thats Anya in the pic. She is the damndest great dancer too!

Everyday is painted with different themes.

Sweat, sexuality and violence

food+tv+food+tv+food+tv

Work & buzz & work & a Phew when it gets over just before the deadline

Blogging mindlessly the whole day. Editing. Writing. Pulling out my thoughts and words the way a conjurer pulls out an endless hankerchief from his breast-pocket.

Walking on the streets all day since the Earth cannot be covered in one day and there is always an endless road. Walking among new shops, new conversation to eavesdrop on, new temperatures, new winds, new moods, new skies, new streetlamps, new fashion n clothes, new priorities, new contents in the basket. I am not just thinking of words to put after new. Do you know that skies are really different everywhere. In Lucknow they are pink and orange at dusk, in Gautam Nagar in Delhi, the sky is always a strip criss-crossed with electric wires overhead, in Toronto its wide, really wide since the buildings are far apart, in Kashmir the sky is exactly like the Dal lake so that there seems to be no horizon, you are just living in a sphere of sky..or lake.

Or a day with nothing new, just a cozy corner in a lounge or pub with very old, comfortable, predictable friends I love.

You know, I was talkin to this Dilli babe once.. she was talkin about her new bf.

She said “Humne ek doosre ko party mein dekha aur ab hum ‘go around’ kar rahe hain..”