Saturday, January 5, 2013

I was talking to a really good friend of mine the other day and the topic of blogs came up in our conversation. She mentioned she had a blog and I suddenly realized that I completely forgot about mine. So here I am, trying to find something witty, something Bollywood to write about. But I have nothing. Well...not nothing.

I spent the first three weeks of December at home with mummy-papa. Which means even though I wasn't at work, I worked. I spent a good portion of my "vacation" cleaning, taking family to appointments, babysitting, etc. Not that I mind. To tell you the truth, I actually like doing that stuff (I don't let my mother know that because that's kinda like shooting myself in the foot). But being home also means that I spent a good deal of time (mostly against my will) watching all those damned Indian channels my mom gets via satellite. Zee TV. Sony Entertainment Television. Alpha Punjabi. NDTV (fine, that's not too bad...it's news). B4U. And now this new one...Aapka Colors. I haven't watched Hindi/Punjabi soaps (otherwise known as "serials") for a year now (that's the last time I was actually in Toronto), and it doesn't seem like I missed much. There are still those evil saasumaas meddling into their kids' marriages. Still the scheming bahus that want to get their hands on the family fortune. Still the infidelity-prone pati who has a woman on the side, who ends up shooting either him or his wife. I was watching one with Mona Singh (anyone remember Jassi Jaisi Koi Nahin?) when I thought to myself, sheesh, it's actually been a long time since I've watched a Hindi flick. When I tried, I realized there was a very good reason why. I just can't stand them anymore.

I hear there's a sequel to Dabangg...aptly called...Dabangg 2. I did see the first one. So the fact that I believe that one should never have been made should explain why I believe there should never have been a follow up. I still believe that Salman Khan can't dance (he's spent years working with choreographers...not sure why his moves still don't look fluid). I still think that Sonakshi Sinha is a waste of screen time (apparently she was a model...guh?).

There were ads for Singh is Kinng (no, that's not a typo), Chandni Chowk to China, Wake Up Sid, and a few others that I can't seem to remember. There was such a distaste in my mouth, that I couldn't change the channel fast enough.

So I decided, I may not really write much more about Bollywood. My OMNI days (on "The Boulevard") are over after all. I'm going to write about other things. Anything and everything. No direction. Maybe there'll be a little bit of masala mixed in.

Disclaimer: I will, however, watch the occasional evergreen classic. But those don't count.  


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