Pattar Baba ki Kahani- Pattar Dil ki Zubaani

One of my most memmorable visits outside Karnataka. It wsa my first actual visit to a place outside Karnataka and which was not supposed to be a 'holy visit' . It was thewinter of 1198 and the place was Barmer in Rajasthan. The deserts provided Desserts to my soul. The visit marked my first look into the world of people who live in North India. And was I excited at the oppportunity?

Let me narrate some incidents which I will never forget in my life.

First and the Best: Pattar Baba.

Its actually the place where a drunkard has been cremated. I dont know whether I can call it a memmorial. The story goes like this. There was this person who used to drink very much that he was fit to be called a habitual Drunkard. And its also believed that whatever he predicted would become true. So people were very much wary of him. Now comes the actual fun part.
When the drunkard died a memmorial like thing has been made where he is cremated and it is known as Pattar Baba. Any vehicle crossing this has to break for a while before moving forward, else, its believed that the vehicle will meet with an accident. And coincidently some time it has happened so the belief has become stronger. The stranger things are yet to come. If you think that a temple for Khusboo is too much then what can you of this. A pooja is done everyday for the Pattar Baba. The incense sticks are replaced by ciggerates and the holy water we call 'Theertha' is replaced by alchohol. I wonder what will be the hymns sung in his praise!!!!! One of the most weird things I have ever seen in life. If this is not blind belief then please define the term for me????

Next comes the rainy night. It was a cold evening with the clouds hovering around threatening to pour down anytime. And pour down it did and how? Hailstones thundered on us. I was trying to collect but the force with which they hit me amazed me. I never thought I would ever see such rain in Rajasthan, a desert. It was amazing to say the least.

Rest will follow. For now let me rest.

Fanaa - My Review

It had been almost 2 years since I had been to theatre. So I was on the outlook for a movie that could rekindle the urge to make me go to the theatres. And then disater struck.
Fanaa happened.

The director to be specific is a genius. He has made such a whooping business in the first few weeks itself. He has made more meoney than he had invested. And that too with a script that is total nonsense. A woman in distress is calling the police to tip about a "WANTED" terrorist and the police officer on the other starts a BhagavadGita upasan to her instead of making a note of the address and taking immediate action. And the blind girl identifies the victims things without even feeling them. Man now that's what I call awesome senses.

In corporate I did put it as words half a day's effort wasted.

I would rather see Hrushikesh Mukherjee's Anand twice over before even thinking of going to the theater to watch a movie. That is quality of movies that people are coming up wiht these days, even though the situation is much better than the KKHH days.

The big budget guys are here to pull the audience with the star power rather than qulality in the story line and script and the low budget guys pull in struggling item girls and pose them half naked to bring in big bucks. Yes every rule has an exception and some small budget movies have made it big without having to revert to cheap publicity. What is message these guys are spreading? What is the medium becoming a portal for?

Questions, Questions and more questions. Well in a way Fanaa succeeded with me also. I have now planned to watch better movies since they are the ones that deserve the money if not for their budget but their effort.