The state of Qutb

The state of Qutb.


Indian cinema – there is no story, and no character !

Cinema is a stuff which is made of dreams, limitless imagination and desire to tell a story which has never been told in our bizarre world of dramatic events. Story so strong that it makes audience bite their nails and jump on their chairs. It is considered to be a medium which conveys a message—most often than not, a social one—to its audience and alter the way people think or behave, expectably in a positive manner. If it cannot bring about a change, it is supposed to entertain its subscribers without any unimaginative story. Incapable of doing either of it? Then, it has lost its sense of purpose and the accountability it has towards society.

The reason why I am saying all this is because content of modern Indian cinema—upto an extent— has gone down so deep in abyss that I wonder it would ever be able to raise its neck high. It incessantly pains and tortures its viewers so bad that you are most likely to bang your head against the wall or get in a scuffle with the person sitting next to you out of boredom and agony. The characters of movies are foul mouthed, storylines are mostly the same as of the bygones or poorly altered or may be in some cases shamelessly stolen, and music sucks like it has never sucked before, very few actors are capable of delivering a performance which cannot even be termed as extraordinary.  For example, if you watch recent movies—to name few—Agent Vinod, Jannat2, Agneepath etc. you are most likely to abhor the filmmaker.

The internet and newspapers are generally abuzz with spectacular movie reviews—terming movies as “super hit” or “blockbuster”.  And, that makes you questions the integrity of reviews and why critical taste is failing to deliver what it is expected of. There is something grossly wrong with the imagination and artistic sensibility of Indian filmmakers but they still got to thank the modern proletariat middle class that is willing to pay for a trip to local mall in order to watch a movie.

So, Why is it that we are paying for movies wherein they just make a lot of noise?

Why India Cannot Smile?

How much does it cost you to stretch your face muscles, show your yellow teeth shamelessly, smile and say a sheepish “hello” to stranger walking by?  Not much I guess.  But, Indians think that a smile or a random “hello” would torch everything and the poor world will burn down to ashes while contrary to the assumed belief, it lightens up everything.  We cannot smile! Does that not make us strange in a weird way? It does, to some extent.

WHY WE CAN NOT GREET A STRANGER PASSING BY???  What is holding us up? May be we have never been to a dentist?  May be the fear of a tight slap right across your face from that stranger?

The fact of the matter is that you cannot smile at everyone you see in a day, but you apparently can be pleasant to someone you work with or share a neighborhood.  I see people I know, but although they say “hello” and feel perfectly friendly, they don’t actually smile much, in fact I would be as bold as to say that they do not smile at all. Nonetheless, you would be stared at so hard that you might just piss your pants!

Of late, a married buxom beauty who works in my office—not in the same business as I am in—said “hi” to me on some impulse and within seconds said “sorry” to me as if saying “hi” to person you hardly know is a crime. Boy! I was embarrassed to death and my friends laughed at me. Why did the earth not open up and swallow the damsel in distress? J

We all know that better clothes, a new haircut or losing weight all help you feel more confident but nothing makes you much stronger than a wilder smile.

Smile when you are in sorrow. Smile when you want to cry. Smile when it seems that your life is over. Smile when it hurts to try. Smile and others will smile with you. Smile to forget the pain. Look at these smiling faces from around the world. And then go ahead — smile again.

Things would always be rainbows and butterflies—learn to smile.

A smile cost nothing but gives much…it takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes last forever – unknown