I am not much into cooking (I wonder if I can even boil water), but there is one thing I know for certain. And that is for a perfect dish the ingredients should be in the proper proportion. Being a hosteller for the past five years I have come to the realization that hostel life is a nice blend of various ingredients mostly mixed in an imperfect way. There are many sort of unsolved debates that rage in the four walls of almost every hostel. Of course in a boy’s hostel the discussion of the history and geography of girls takes precedence most of the times but I am not going to discuss about it as I feel there is nothing new to add. The guys know everything inside out. ;)
Now that makes me come back to the question I am going to put forth – “which is better- english or hindi movies? English or hindi songs? Linkin park or Strings? Nickelback or Jal? Enrique or Sonu Nigam? Spiderman or Krrish?” Who is a better actor-“Tom Cruise or Shahrukh Khan? Tom Hanks or Aamir Khan? Brad Pitt or Hrithik Roshan? Al Pacino or Amitabh Bachaan?” Who makes your heart run faster than Michael Schumacher’s Ferrari-“Angelina Jolie or Katrina Kaif? Kate Winslet or Kareena Kapoor? Halle Berry or Deepika Padukone?”
Before I attempt to answer these unanswerable questions let me cut back to 2004. This was the year when the seeds of these questions were sowed in my mind. Before that I had unflinching loyalty to everything that was even remotely Indian. I loved Indian songs, Indian movies, Indian actors …..i mean I loved everything india had to offer. Let me remind everyone that before i-pod nano and music edition phones became a rage, there existed something more beautiful. And that was the good ol’ walkman. Being in Bhagalpur the only cassettes I could lay my hand on was that of Bollywood films. And I did love it. But winds of change were destined to flow and it was here that I began my tryst with Delhi and my innocent mind was corrupted. Visits to Planet M and Music World made me know that there exists a world beyond Hindi music and movies and this world was without doubt a big one.
Linkin Park was the first band whose music completely hooked me. Their versatility was amazing. They could sing hard metal and soft ballads with equal ease. The shelves which used to contain songs of Kaho Na Pyaar Hai, Devdas, K3G, K2H2 were replaced by cassettes of Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory, Meteora and Reanimation. I began to feel that if there is music then this is it. Whenever I used to see someone listening to hindi music I used to give him the look as if that guy was the most useless creature God could ever create. Things didn’t just end here. After discarding hindi music it was the turn of films. The guy who grew up on QSQT, JSWS, DDLJ, K2H2, KNPH now swore by MI, Matrix, and Spiderman. This shift of faith was clearly synonymous with the life phase I was passing through.
But clearly the honeymoon was short-lived. The English overdose became more than I could handle. I returned back to my first love. And I can’t tell you what the feeling was like. Its like chocolate melting slowly in your mouth. And also hindi music and movies had clearly changed. Clichés had made way for out of box thinking. Anti-hero was no longer the villain. I embraced my ex with all the love I could rake up.
But it wasn’t that I had divorced English stuff. If hindi was my wife English was very well the mistress. And howsoever caring your wife may be you never forget the mistress. So that love continued to linger. And now I have come to the crossroads where I feel that I should make a decision. Should I become a two-timer and love both my wife and my mistress or should my loyalties be concentrated upon one of them? And it is here my friends that I was plunged in the maze of this debate.As far as I think it is entirely an individual’s choice what to like and what not to. But I will tell you a secret. The guys who tell you that hindi movies are crap secretely watch Karan Johar’s movies when their friends are asleep and the the reverse is also true.
English movies are great no doubt. Everyone of us knows in our heart of hearts that English movies are probably a step ahead of us. But I know one thing, if I had 150 bucks with me and I had the option of watching either Spiderman or Krrish I would not follow my head and watch Spiderman but rather I would follow my heart and watch Krrish. So for me the debate is properly settled – When the push comes to shove for me my friends, I would scream at the top of my voice- ‘hindi rules’. Aur jaisa ki hamari hindi pictures mein hota hai-“All’s well that ends well.” Raise a toast to that. Cheers.
Now that makes me come back to the question I am going to put forth – “which is better- english or hindi movies? English or hindi songs? Linkin park or Strings? Nickelback or Jal? Enrique or Sonu Nigam? Spiderman or Krrish?” Who is a better actor-“Tom Cruise or Shahrukh Khan? Tom Hanks or Aamir Khan? Brad Pitt or Hrithik Roshan? Al Pacino or Amitabh Bachaan?” Who makes your heart run faster than Michael Schumacher’s Ferrari-“Angelina Jolie or Katrina Kaif? Kate Winslet or Kareena Kapoor? Halle Berry or Deepika Padukone?”
Before I attempt to answer these unanswerable questions let me cut back to 2004. This was the year when the seeds of these questions were sowed in my mind. Before that I had unflinching loyalty to everything that was even remotely Indian. I loved Indian songs, Indian movies, Indian actors …..i mean I loved everything india had to offer. Let me remind everyone that before i-pod nano and music edition phones became a rage, there existed something more beautiful. And that was the good ol’ walkman. Being in Bhagalpur the only cassettes I could lay my hand on was that of Bollywood films. And I did love it. But winds of change were destined to flow and it was here that I began my tryst with Delhi and my innocent mind was corrupted. Visits to Planet M and Music World made me know that there exists a world beyond Hindi music and movies and this world was without doubt a big one.
Linkin Park was the first band whose music completely hooked me. Their versatility was amazing. They could sing hard metal and soft ballads with equal ease. The shelves which used to contain songs of Kaho Na Pyaar Hai, Devdas, K3G, K2H2 were replaced by cassettes of Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory, Meteora and Reanimation. I began to feel that if there is music then this is it. Whenever I used to see someone listening to hindi music I used to give him the look as if that guy was the most useless creature God could ever create. Things didn’t just end here. After discarding hindi music it was the turn of films. The guy who grew up on QSQT, JSWS, DDLJ, K2H2, KNPH now swore by MI, Matrix, and Spiderman. This shift of faith was clearly synonymous with the life phase I was passing through.
But clearly the honeymoon was short-lived. The English overdose became more than I could handle. I returned back to my first love. And I can’t tell you what the feeling was like. Its like chocolate melting slowly in your mouth. And also hindi music and movies had clearly changed. Clichés had made way for out of box thinking. Anti-hero was no longer the villain. I embraced my ex with all the love I could rake up.
But it wasn’t that I had divorced English stuff. If hindi was my wife English was very well the mistress. And howsoever caring your wife may be you never forget the mistress. So that love continued to linger. And now I have come to the crossroads where I feel that I should make a decision. Should I become a two-timer and love both my wife and my mistress or should my loyalties be concentrated upon one of them? And it is here my friends that I was plunged in the maze of this debate.As far as I think it is entirely an individual’s choice what to like and what not to. But I will tell you a secret. The guys who tell you that hindi movies are crap secretely watch Karan Johar’s movies when their friends are asleep and the the reverse is also true.
English movies are great no doubt. Everyone of us knows in our heart of hearts that English movies are probably a step ahead of us. But I know one thing, if I had 150 bucks with me and I had the option of watching either Spiderman or Krrish I would not follow my head and watch Spiderman but rather I would follow my heart and watch Krrish. So for me the debate is properly settled – When the push comes to shove for me my friends, I would scream at the top of my voice- ‘hindi rules’. Aur jaisa ki hamari hindi pictures mein hota hai-“All’s well that ends well.” Raise a toast to that. Cheers.
@-----"But clearly the honeymoon was short-lived. The English overdose became more than I could handle. I returned back to my first love. And I can’t tell you what the feeling was like. Its like chocolate melting slowly in your mouth. And also hindi music and movies had clearly changed. Clichés had made way for out of box thinking. Anti-hero was no longer the villain. I embraced my ex with all the love I could rake up."
ReplyDeleteVery aptly brings out the profound interest u have in movies and music. The resurrection of Hindi movies and music after a span of hegemony of Hollywood is quite imminent. But Bollywood cant achieve this imminent change with perfection unless it stops existing under vassalage to Hollywood. The remakes and scrip-copying by some reputed filmmakers is insidiously tampering the reputation of Bollywood.
first things first..........u got a gud vocabulary dude..or shud i say very gud? impressive to say da least. nd wt u said is so very true. v love or films for wt dey r nd as u rightly said dere is no need 2 ape da west.
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