Finally, in my almost 26 years of existence, I managed to make a trip to what I had held so far as the most overhyped tourist destination in this country. After the trip, I was humbled!
My finances were tight to begin with and this had promised to be an expensive trip. It lived up well to the same. Hence, no souvenir shopping, no binging on alcohol, no trance parties (I couldn't care less) and much to my good friend Manojitda's woes, no sex with strangers (or acquaintances either)!
So there were no souvenirs, or were they? I brought along with me snippets in my mind I shall hold on to for a long time. No epiphany, nothing out of the ordinary but a genuine joy that was very, very personal is what I carried back.
I probably was the most boring tourist in the history of Goa tourism but Arambol was love at first sight and there was absolutely no scope for infedility. So there I swore to stay my entire stay.
Be it the cottages me and my four mates rented, the lake between them, Stanzin, Phunti and gang - our absolutely wonderful hosts, the 3AM walks on the beach or the mind numbingly beautiful fresh water lake I discovered on the second day, it seemed like this was my very own, very personal.
The five of us had our bit of fun in our own way. While the rest decided to hop around beaches, get drunk, go clubbing and some such, I was at my best savouring every inch of the Arambol beach, swimming alone into the sea, spending my evenings by my cottage and the subtly lit lake, singing myself hoarse with Phunti going crazy on the guitar later in the night and of all the lovely food Goa has to offer, gorging on Dal-chawal throughout.
There was something incredible to the extent of being divine as I walked the length of the beach woefully early Monday morning. There was this sense of invinciblity as I sang aloud while a rough sea roared. All modesty aside, I never thought I sounded better.
By Monday evening, there was this bittersweet me. I would be lying if I said that "Fuck! I wish I didn't have to leave". But I knew I was going to miss this place. As I hugged Stanzin, Phunti, Om and the rest, my eyes were moist. Come to think of it, I never knew these guys before and these were just the people who owned and managed a retreat I chose to stay at.
But there was something very humbling about this trip, about the place, about the people I met there. Something I've never felt during any other vacation of mine.
There are things I need to thank everyone and everything there for. Thank you Stanzin, for giving me my first hash joint years after I thought I had given up. Not to mention the free whiskeys and the absolutely delicious banoffee pie. You were right, it's completely worth getting caught stealing the pie from the kitchen as many times as you claim. Thank you Stanzin for letting us into that gorgeous little heaven you've built.
Thank you Phunti for sharing your music with me, for strumming the guitar late into the morning without complaining. Thanks for the gorgeous parting words, "Bipro, keep on singing always". I sure shall!
Thank you Om, Girish and Raju for ensuring every bit of comfort. Not to mention the incredible favour of running down to the market each time I ran out of cigarettes.
Thank you Arambol for being so beautiful and so scaringly alive. I've felt you sing along as the seas roared while I sang to you and the starriest sky I've ever seen. I've felt you smiling as I held my mates while on their drunken stupor. I've felt you urging to walk on that sunny afternoon when I tiringly thought I had nothing else to discover and then I reached the fresh water lake around the hills.
Thank you Goa for giving me three gorgeous days (and an incredible tan).
Back at my work desk Tuesday morning, I find a small piece of paper neatly cut to take the shape of a bracelet; on which hand scribbled are the words, "Enjoy Goa!" :) The trademark handicraft tells me it is Mansi. Why thank you Ms. Kelkar because I sure did!
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All things bright and Biprorshee
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Slumdog Blah Blah....BLEH!!!!
Danny Boyle and team, take a bow! Slumdog Millionaire is a fine movie indeed. While the movie releases in India today; being the internet pirate that I am, I checked out a downloaded version weeks back. Fine print, yay!
Now I really liked the movie, I did but things are getting on my nerves now. India, heard of the word "overkill"???
Though I am not surprised but I'd yet want to ask, "Why". Why the madness over the movie? You flip news channels and there are hour long segments over the flick. The movie being nominated for the Academy Awards and newspaper front pages are screaming so. The Globes are over, SM has packed in its kitty a whole load of them and we still can't stop rambling about it. Why?
Hello? SM is NOT even an Indian movie. Sure it is set in India and has a few Indians on the crew but so what? Why are we so hell bent on SM being our moment in the sun? There were other movies like Holy Smoke, The Darjeeling Limited and a few more set in India. When did we go all out to champion those flicks? Maybe they didn't have enough Indians on board. Maybe they didn't showcase our country enough. MAYBE THEY DIDN'T FARE ALL THAT WELL IN INDIA OR SWEEP AWARDS GALORE.
This whole idea of what I completely see as "stealing thunder" disgusts me.
It's just like how we hailed Sunita Williams or Bobby Jindal as Indians when they are actually far from that. I'm sure we understand how having roots in a certain country and pledging alliance to another are two different things. We are the very same who will not tire labelling Sonia Gandhi as an Italian.
Sure celebrate when A R Rahman won the Golden Globe, celebrate if he wins the Oscar, celebrate if good old Anil Kapoor brings home a few recognitions, celebrate if Irrfan Khan is appreciated but why want to go the whole hog? (FYI, Dev Patel is British!!!)
Yet another issue surrounding the movie caught my fancy...our demi God Amitabh Bachchan's perspective on SM. How he thought Danny Boyle portrayed India as a "third-world, dirty, underbelly developing nation". Of course Mr. Bachchan now does claim how he has cleared the air with Boyle and how the media interepreted "incorrectly"! I'm so sorry Mr. Bachchan, we scribes really don't know our job. Thank you for blogging!
I must admit that though initially I did agree to a certain extent but thinking over it, I felt that this is after all a story of a dude from the streets hitting it big and not about Mumbai or India. As a film maker, would I really be showing Juhu in all its grandeur when my protagonist is from Dharavi? I think not!
My good friend, Gautam "The Goatman" Kagalwala has a tongue-in-cheek remark to offer. "He's mistaken that the rest of the city lives the kind of life he lives," Goat says.
The movie has just been premiered here and the news channels are a little short of showing the entire flick if they could.
If only, if only we could live with the fact that we have enough ourselves to take credit for. If only we realise that we just might be taking the charm away off...a "fine movie". Really!
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All things bright and Biprorshee
Now I really liked the movie, I did but things are getting on my nerves now. India, heard of the word "overkill"???
Though I am not surprised but I'd yet want to ask, "Why". Why the madness over the movie? You flip news channels and there are hour long segments over the flick. The movie being nominated for the Academy Awards and newspaper front pages are screaming so. The Globes are over, SM has packed in its kitty a whole load of them and we still can't stop rambling about it. Why?
Hello? SM is NOT even an Indian movie. Sure it is set in India and has a few Indians on the crew but so what? Why are we so hell bent on SM being our moment in the sun? There were other movies like Holy Smoke, The Darjeeling Limited and a few more set in India. When did we go all out to champion those flicks? Maybe they didn't have enough Indians on board. Maybe they didn't showcase our country enough. MAYBE THEY DIDN'T FARE ALL THAT WELL IN INDIA OR SWEEP AWARDS GALORE.
This whole idea of what I completely see as "stealing thunder" disgusts me.
It's just like how we hailed Sunita Williams or Bobby Jindal as Indians when they are actually far from that. I'm sure we understand how having roots in a certain country and pledging alliance to another are two different things. We are the very same who will not tire labelling Sonia Gandhi as an Italian.
Sure celebrate when A R Rahman won the Golden Globe, celebrate if he wins the Oscar, celebrate if good old Anil Kapoor brings home a few recognitions, celebrate if Irrfan Khan is appreciated but why want to go the whole hog? (FYI, Dev Patel is British!!!)
Yet another issue surrounding the movie caught my fancy...our demi God Amitabh Bachchan's perspective on SM. How he thought Danny Boyle portrayed India as a "third-world, dirty, underbelly developing nation". Of course Mr. Bachchan now does claim how he has cleared the air with Boyle and how the media interepreted "incorrectly"! I'm so sorry Mr. Bachchan, we scribes really don't know our job. Thank you for blogging!
I must admit that though initially I did agree to a certain extent but thinking over it, I felt that this is after all a story of a dude from the streets hitting it big and not about Mumbai or India. As a film maker, would I really be showing Juhu in all its grandeur when my protagonist is from Dharavi? I think not!
My good friend, Gautam "The Goatman" Kagalwala has a tongue-in-cheek remark to offer. "He's mistaken that the rest of the city lives the kind of life he lives," Goat says.
The movie has just been premiered here and the news channels are a little short of showing the entire flick if they could.
If only, if only we could live with the fact that we have enough ourselves to take credit for. If only we realise that we just might be taking the charm away off...a "fine movie". Really!
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All things bright and Biprorshee
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Stereo Sound...So Typical!!!
WARNING: This post gets a tad too long but like every other one, this is personal!
A couple of days back, my good friend, Anand Bhaskar sent me an e-mail. He sent me a certain movie review by one Nirpan Dhaliwal published in The Guardian, a widely read British newspaper. The movie reviewed was "Rock On" that Dhaliwal completely dismissed.
Now it isn't the fact that Dhaliwal thrashed one of my favourite movies that was disturbing. A movie critic is absolutely and should be free to express whatever and however he feels about a certain film. I totally respect that!
What was extremely upsetting was how Dhaliwal chose to attack a culture under the pretext of a film review.
One can read the review at http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2008/sep/09/rockon .
Below are both Anand and my reactions:
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Anand's response:
Dear Sir,
I went through your review of the movie ROCK ON at http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2008/sep/09/rockon, and I would like to express my views on the same.
I'll start by addressing this to Mr. Dhaliwal himself. APPARENTLY you have a much skewed perception of the Indian Rock Scenario or shall I say the Indian Rock Underground and so does your friend who's researching a book on contemporary Indian youth culture. I would like to comment on various sections of your review.
(1) "The film is split between their younger years when they pursued their dreams and the present, where they're presented as jaded, wistful romantics who regret having sold themselves out for a life of conventional affluence. But the truth is that they never made it because their band, Magik, sucked – big time! Sentimental, anodyne and bereft of any radical edge, their music rocks but only like a granny in a chair."
Do you have any idea, sir, that how true this is. The movie shows exactly what happens in India. People who make bands, and follow their passion for rock, ultimately face the fact that ROCK MUSIC in India DOES NOT HAVE A FUTURE! Purely because money hungry producers go for stupid, lousy and NOISY music which has a local buzz rather than a genre which hasn't been explored fully yet. Has it ever dawned to you that MAYBE the music in the film was purposely composed in a way which was strictly hard rock??? Despite rock music's low popularity in India the tracks are hits, even with the "non-rock listening" audience. Apparently you are the only one with a view that the music sucked which I didn't. Some of the best musicians in India contributed to the tracks of the film. The music sticks to the "Rock Genre" and yet caters to the taste of the “general” Indian Audience.
(2) "This movie presents everything I hate most about modern India's MTV-addicted middle-class youth. Their desperate, pretentious efforts at looking hip and modern seep through this movie like effluent from a leaking toilet: chin-beards and over-stylised haircuts, faux-grunge designer outfits, empty postures of rebellion, over-enthusiastic pseudo-laddish camaraderie and stupid nicknames (the drummer calls himself KD, short for "Killer Drummer")."
Do only Brit Born Indians or Westerners have a right to make efforts to look stylish and hip? Chin-Beards?? What the hell is wrong with that? Why does it make anyone Wannabe-ish? “Desperate, Pretentious Efforts???” Who makes you the judge of that? “Empty postures of rebellion??” Perhaps you have absolutely no idea of the Indian Rock Underground.
(3) “In the west, it's long been acknowledged that the only respectable reason for forming a band is to become famous, get out of your skull on drugs and have sex with battalions of groupies. That nihilistic hedonism is the energy that has spurred every great band–The Stones, The Sex Pistols, through to Oasis. But India's mollycoddled bourgeois hipsters, who all live with their mums, seem to do it only for the backslapping fun of it, before marrying nice girls and sinking into cushy careers.”
Oh, I think its time to feel sorry for the “Wannabe-ish Indian Rock Acts” who do not form a band only to indulge in nihilistic hedonism. It is half-baked presumptions such as yours that are responsible for the surge of wannabes in any rock scenario. “Sex, Drugs and Rock n roll” is just a phrase now, most bands concentrate more on the quality of their music, and perhaps you don’t know that. And yeah, it is true that they live with their mums and dads, but I would like to point to the fact that 99% of the youngsters who try and persuade rock as a career are FORCED by family and peers to take up cushy careers not to mention music producers who want remixes in rock albums as shown in the movie.
4. “Rock music in India isn't spawned by the rage of the poor and dispossessed, as it so often is in the West. Here, it is exclusively the pastime of English-speaking, privately-educated rich kids. Hence, there will never be anything like punk in India.”
“Rage of the poor???” Have you EVER been to India? I am sure you have, but maybe you were TOO busy to notice that the “poor” in India DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH, neither are they brought up in conditions that make them appreciate something as refined as rock music, and yes only the rich can appreciate rock music, simply because they UNDERSTAND the LANGUAGE! I’m really not sure how or most importantly, WHY, you would expect a rickshaw wallah or a common milkman to understand rock music, or considering an impossible probability, form a rock band!
I would like to mention the fact that I find your review horrendous and offensive to the Indian audience and most importantly to those who compete in one of the most competitive education systems to find respectable professions. I was born and brought up in this country, and founded and fronted a pioneer “Indian Rock” band named Descant. And I understand the hardships that any band in India has to go through to get record deals. We took 3 years to launch one EP titled MAD AMBITION. You were born and brought up in Britain, where a Brit Rock band hits the international rock scene every year. Coldplay, The Killers are the best examples. The same, sadly isn’t easy for and India n Rock band. And I am not sure that you’ve EVER been a part of festivals such as the Great Indian Rock or I Rock or Hornbill Festival or Strawberry Fields. Your comments are purely based on a bird’s eye view of India and the Indian rock scene, something which is not expected from a reputed journalist such as yours. I suggest picking up a few copies of Rock Street Journal to understand what’s going on before writing absolutely lame reviews based purely on your prejudices about India.
Thanks and Regards
Anand Bhaskar
Anand's webpages:
http://bhaskarspace.blogspot.com/
http://bhaskarview.blogspot.com/
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My response:
Sir,
This might seem a rather "Johnny-come-lately" thingie especially since the movie in question has been long released and is already out on DVD but I could not help but endorse Anand Bhaskar's views.
More so because Nirpal Dhaliwal's efforts at reviewing "Rock On" reflects a perspective that is twisted and disgustingly dangerous.
I wouldn't really be critical about how a movie critic goes about doing his job. I respect opinions but not opinionated people. I sure will agree that the movie was not really a masterpiece but it had its own appeal. What is absolutely outlandish is how Dhaliwal chooses to spew venom at a culture and country with a movie review as a pretext.
It's mighty saddening to note Dhaliwal's short-sightedness about a country he probably has no idea about. He dares to make fleeting statements at his own peril and such views published in a publication like The Guardian would only help to build further stereotypes.
Very apparently, Dhaliwal is best said, warped in time, when he talks about the whole "sex, drugs and rock n roll" thing. So we do stay with our parents! Is that bad? What was the last band you heard, Dhaliwal? Iron Maiden still plays to sold out venues. And I don't remember them being a part of the "sex, drugs and rock n roll" phase. Jim Morrison was, so was Hendrix. They are dead!!! SEX PISTOLS SUCKS; and the less said about the Gallaghers' dumb attempt at rock music, the better!
Just to second Anand's opinion, bands whether Indian or from the West now are more into the kind of music they dish out and not getting stoned silly in some alley.
And for Dhaliwal's information, I have a "cushy career" or day jobs as is known in the civilized world that pays me well. And I have a band too that I gig around with. I stay with my mum indeed, and my dad and sister as well and I find it completely normal to do so. It would be lovely if I do marry a "nice girl". Hopefully, so has Dhaliwal. And surprise, surprise Dhaliwal, nobody finds this lifestyle abnormal, not in India, not in U.K. or anywhere else where people know me.
With this whole issue being associated with The Guardian and for the love of still being a responsible media representative and a pissed off consumer later keep me from stooping to the levels of Dhaliwal and making sweeping generalisations like he so loves.
Nirpal Singh Dhaliwal, for the love of God, it's about "reviewing a movie"; don't confuse it as a platform to attack a culture that you don't subscribe to.
Thanks and regards
Biprorshee
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Late addition: Neha's response:
A couple of days back, my good friend, Anand Bhaskar sent me an e-mail. He sent me a certain movie review by one Nirpan Dhaliwal published in The Guardian, a widely read British newspaper. The movie reviewed was "Rock On" that Dhaliwal completely dismissed.
Now it isn't the fact that Dhaliwal thrashed one of my favourite movies that was disturbing. A movie critic is absolutely and should be free to express whatever and however he feels about a certain film. I totally respect that!
What was extremely upsetting was how Dhaliwal chose to attack a culture under the pretext of a film review.
One can read the review at http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2008/sep/09/rockon .
Below are both Anand and my reactions:
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Anand's response:
Dear Sir,
I went through your review of the movie ROCK ON at http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2008/sep/09/rockon, and I would like to express my views on the same.
I'll start by addressing this to Mr. Dhaliwal himself. APPARENTLY you have a much skewed perception of the Indian Rock Scenario or shall I say the Indian Rock Underground and so does your friend who's researching a book on contemporary Indian youth culture. I would like to comment on various sections of your review.
(1) "The film is split between their younger years when they pursued their dreams and the present, where they're presented as jaded, wistful romantics who regret having sold themselves out for a life of conventional affluence. But the truth is that they never made it because their band, Magik, sucked – big time! Sentimental, anodyne and bereft of any radical edge, their music rocks but only like a granny in a chair."
Do you have any idea, sir, that how true this is. The movie shows exactly what happens in India. People who make bands, and follow their passion for rock, ultimately face the fact that ROCK MUSIC in India DOES NOT HAVE A FUTURE! Purely because money hungry producers go for stupid, lousy and NOISY music which has a local buzz rather than a genre which hasn't been explored fully yet. Has it ever dawned to you that MAYBE the music in the film was purposely composed in a way which was strictly hard rock??? Despite rock music's low popularity in India the tracks are hits, even with the "non-rock listening" audience. Apparently you are the only one with a view that the music sucked which I didn't. Some of the best musicians in India contributed to the tracks of the film. The music sticks to the "Rock Genre" and yet caters to the taste of the “general” Indian Audience.
(2) "This movie presents everything I hate most about modern India's MTV-addicted middle-class youth. Their desperate, pretentious efforts at looking hip and modern seep through this movie like effluent from a leaking toilet: chin-beards and over-stylised haircuts, faux-grunge designer outfits, empty postures of rebellion, over-enthusiastic pseudo-laddish camaraderie and stupid nicknames (the drummer calls himself KD, short for "Killer Drummer")."
Do only Brit Born Indians or Westerners have a right to make efforts to look stylish and hip? Chin-Beards?? What the hell is wrong with that? Why does it make anyone Wannabe-ish? “Desperate, Pretentious Efforts???” Who makes you the judge of that? “Empty postures of rebellion??” Perhaps you have absolutely no idea of the Indian Rock Underground.
(3) “In the west, it's long been acknowledged that the only respectable reason for forming a band is to become famous, get out of your skull on drugs and have sex with battalions of groupies. That nihilistic hedonism is the energy that has spurred every great band–The Stones, The Sex Pistols, through to Oasis. But India's mollycoddled bourgeois hipsters, who all live with their mums, seem to do it only for the backslapping fun of it, before marrying nice girls and sinking into cushy careers.”
Oh, I think its time to feel sorry for the “Wannabe-ish Indian Rock Acts” who do not form a band only to indulge in nihilistic hedonism. It is half-baked presumptions such as yours that are responsible for the surge of wannabes in any rock scenario. “Sex, Drugs and Rock n roll” is just a phrase now, most bands concentrate more on the quality of their music, and perhaps you don’t know that. And yeah, it is true that they live with their mums and dads, but I would like to point to the fact that 99% of the youngsters who try and persuade rock as a career are FORCED by family and peers to take up cushy careers not to mention music producers who want remixes in rock albums as shown in the movie.
4. “Rock music in India isn't spawned by the rage of the poor and dispossessed, as it so often is in the West. Here, it is exclusively the pastime of English-speaking, privately-educated rich kids. Hence, there will never be anything like punk in India.”
“Rage of the poor???” Have you EVER been to India? I am sure you have, but maybe you were TOO busy to notice that the “poor” in India DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH, neither are they brought up in conditions that make them appreciate something as refined as rock music, and yes only the rich can appreciate rock music, simply because they UNDERSTAND the LANGUAGE! I’m really not sure how or most importantly, WHY, you would expect a rickshaw wallah or a common milkman to understand rock music, or considering an impossible probability, form a rock band!
I would like to mention the fact that I find your review horrendous and offensive to the Indian audience and most importantly to those who compete in one of the most competitive education systems to find respectable professions. I was born and brought up in this country, and founded and fronted a pioneer “Indian Rock” band named Descant. And I understand the hardships that any band in India has to go through to get record deals. We took 3 years to launch one EP titled MAD AMBITION. You were born and brought up in Britain, where a Brit Rock band hits the international rock scene every year. Coldplay, The Killers are the best examples. The same, sadly isn’t easy for and India n Rock band. And I am not sure that you’ve EVER been a part of festivals such as the Great Indian Rock or I Rock or Hornbill Festival or Strawberry Fields. Your comments are purely based on a bird’s eye view of India and the Indian rock scene, something which is not expected from a reputed journalist such as yours. I suggest picking up a few copies of Rock Street Journal to understand what’s going on before writing absolutely lame reviews based purely on your prejudices about India.
Thanks and Regards
Anand Bhaskar
Anand's webpages:
http://bhaskarspace.blogspot.com/
http://bhaskarview.blogspot.com/
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My response:
Sir,
This might seem a rather "Johnny-come-lately" thingie especially since the movie in question has been long released and is already out on DVD but I could not help but endorse Anand Bhaskar's views.
More so because Nirpal Dhaliwal's efforts at reviewing "Rock On" reflects a perspective that is twisted and disgustingly dangerous.
I wouldn't really be critical about how a movie critic goes about doing his job. I respect opinions but not opinionated people. I sure will agree that the movie was not really a masterpiece but it had its own appeal. What is absolutely outlandish is how Dhaliwal chooses to spew venom at a culture and country with a movie review as a pretext.
It's mighty saddening to note Dhaliwal's short-sightedness about a country he probably has no idea about. He dares to make fleeting statements at his own peril and such views published in a publication like The Guardian would only help to build further stereotypes.
Very apparently, Dhaliwal is best said, warped in time, when he talks about the whole "sex, drugs and rock n roll" thing. So we do stay with our parents! Is that bad? What was the last band you heard, Dhaliwal? Iron Maiden still plays to sold out venues. And I don't remember them being a part of the "sex, drugs and rock n roll" phase. Jim Morrison was, so was Hendrix. They are dead!!! SEX PISTOLS SUCKS; and the less said about the Gallaghers' dumb attempt at rock music, the better!
Just to second Anand's opinion, bands whether Indian or from the West now are more into the kind of music they dish out and not getting stoned silly in some alley.
And for Dhaliwal's information, I have a "cushy career" or day jobs as is known in the civilized world that pays me well. And I have a band too that I gig around with. I stay with my mum indeed, and my dad and sister as well and I find it completely normal to do so. It would be lovely if I do marry a "nice girl". Hopefully, so has Dhaliwal. And surprise, surprise Dhaliwal, nobody finds this lifestyle abnormal, not in India, not in U.K. or anywhere else where people know me.
With this whole issue being associated with The Guardian and for the love of still being a responsible media representative and a pissed off consumer later keep me from stooping to the levels of Dhaliwal and making sweeping generalisations like he so loves.
Nirpal Singh Dhaliwal, for the love of God, it's about "reviewing a movie"; don't confuse it as a platform to attack a culture that you don't subscribe to.
Thanks and regards
Biprorshee
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Late addition: Neha's response:
Hiya
A friend of mine just forwarded me his angry reply to Mr.Nirpal Dhaliwal's review of the movie 'Rock On!!!' and I feel compelled to say that I was completely aghast at the way your movie reviewer based in New Delhi starts his review with a personal attack.
"India is currently thronging with wannabe rock acts." Is this the only country which has a section of pseudos? How can a man sitting on a chair pass a comment like that? Is it fair? Is India spawning wannabes and The Guardian will condone this man's view?
I am a journalist myself, and I tend to swing towards objectivity rather than petty stone pelting for perverse joy. My editor will not lap such a sentence "India is currently thronging with wannabe rock acts." in a hurry. There has to be a fair analysis of a movie, not a personal agenda in the making at the very start of a review! The build-up to the movie's review is an absolute shame.
However, his review is amusing purely because it barely passes off as a movie review! It is more about his anger towards some real or imaginary rock musicians in the country. Maybe Mr.Dhaliwal had successive bad nights at a pub where they didn't play good music. How else can you justify his comments? Please see the movie yourself.
Regards
Neha
Neha's blog:
http://mostlyfordistraction.blogspot.com/
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