Movie magic
Twenty years! Was it that long ago that my husband, I and some cousins had gone to the theatre to watch one of the biggest Bollywood blockbusters of all time?
‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’! Oh! the title alone was enough to make us giddy. I was then a few years married and very much in love with my husband, so you can imagine the romantic frenzy I went through. In fact, even now, a throwback to anything about the movie makes my knees go weak.
Coming to think of it, KKHH is but one illogical story. Yet we played their games, sang their songs, danced their dances, and cried with them. We didn’t care that there were a lot of adult happenings going on in a children’s camp or that as we got to the climax, everyone, including the audience, was shedding copious tears. We watched with abated breath when Salman Khan dragged a heavily decked Kajol and twirled her around in the middle of the marriage hall. We listened with not a trace of boredom to every word of Salman’s monologue.
Shah Rukh Khan, who did nothing but cry almost all through the latter section of the movie, was still our hero and it was our bounden duty to join in the teary conglomerate in spite of our badly soaked handkerchiefs.
Why did we do that?
Because overshadowing the shortcoming were the cheeriness and exuberance of youthfulness, the glamorous and colourful costumes, crisp sequencing of the storyline, and the line of actors.
But most importantly, there was the emotion of love that tugged at your heartstrings every time the music played. And still does. Twenty years hence.
And why not? After all, something something happens when you are in love, isn’t it!
Vidya Shankar
Published in The Gulf Today / Short Take, dt Oct 20, 2018)
gulftoday.ae/portal/cfb86fa7-2192-4543-b881-0e8819482872.aspx
Here's my first book! An ensemble of poetry and photographs.
Click the link below to watch a 30-second promo video.
https://youtu.be/5BhbjMaIwpk
You can buy it at this link:
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‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’! Oh! the title alone was enough to make us giddy. I was then a few years married and very much in love with my husband, so you can imagine the romantic frenzy I went through. In fact, even now, a throwback to anything about the movie makes my knees go weak.
Coming to think of it, KKHH is but one illogical story. Yet we played their games, sang their songs, danced their dances, and cried with them. We didn’t care that there were a lot of adult happenings going on in a children’s camp or that as we got to the climax, everyone, including the audience, was shedding copious tears. We watched with abated breath when Salman Khan dragged a heavily decked Kajol and twirled her around in the middle of the marriage hall. We listened with not a trace of boredom to every word of Salman’s monologue.
Shah Rukh Khan, who did nothing but cry almost all through the latter section of the movie, was still our hero and it was our bounden duty to join in the teary conglomerate in spite of our badly soaked handkerchiefs.
Why did we do that?
Because overshadowing the shortcoming were the cheeriness and exuberance of youthfulness, the glamorous and colourful costumes, crisp sequencing of the storyline, and the line of actors.
But most importantly, there was the emotion of love that tugged at your heartstrings every time the music played. And still does. Twenty years hence.
And why not? After all, something something happens when you are in love, isn’t it!
Vidya Shankar
Published in The Gulf Today / Short Take, dt Oct 20, 2018)
gulftoday.ae/portal/cfb86fa7-2192-4543-b881-0e8819482872.aspx
Here's my first book! An ensemble of poetry and photographs.
Click the link below to watch a 30-second promo video.
https://youtu.be/5BhbjMaIwpk
You can buy it at this link:
https://notionpress.com/read/the-flautist-of-brindaranyamwww.facebook.com
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