If I'm ever asked a list of must-do things just before my imminent death, among the countless things this would surely be on the list
My father was with me all through this. I just loved every minute of it. I didn't analyse a single thing about the movie like I do now. I am grateful I was too small not to do such a thing then. I just experienced it. Sometimes I wish I could be still the same. We both were mouthing off dialogues after the movie. I have seen innumerable movies since then, even SHOLAY many times (includes the times where I analysed it), but nothing comes close to that afternoon in terms of experience. This was the best start I could have wished for, which I believe it is. I was on my way which I know now.
As far as I know that afternoon my father, a lifelong admirer of movies, just wanted to show me a movie in a way that a movie must be seen. He doesn't know what he and that warm afternoon intentionally/unintentionally made me into - a movie lunatic. I still have to thank him for this which I will by do reliving that day with him sometime soon.
I will be sharing my experiences on some of the movies I have seen so far.
P.S.
SHOLAY(1975) is an Indian Hindi film directed by Ramesh Sippy.
God!!!... watching a movie sounds a far better option than writing this. Ha Ha.
Till next time - movies, movies and movies ...
I would LOVE to watch a movie.
Crazy, lunacy, whatever one may call it. That is what it is for me. Movies... man, for me is more than just a movie. It is like living life for its running time. The thrill I get watching a movie cannot be put it in words. I'll give a peek into how it all started for me as far as I can remember.
1992. Class 1. Normal school day. Only difference was it wouldn't be my mother who would take me home after school. It would be my father instead. Apart from him, my entire family had gone somewhere some place. I am literally tearing my hair off now, but I just can't remember where they went.
But I can feel that afternoon. My father picked me up. While walking back, he asked me about me and my school, told me about food he prepared for me. I listened and told him what I felt. Then he said IT. The conversation still rings.
He said after we have food, he'll show me a new movie on the VCR. My father loves movies. The way he described the movie I can never forget it. He said the movie has fighting, guns, chases, horses, trains, robbers, cops, jokes. I may have seen a few movies before but the way my father said about this got me really excited. I can't recollect whether he told me the name of the movie then. But just to perk up the interest, I'll make you wait a little further.
We got home. He gave me food and he too ate. Then we sat down in front of the T.V. It was nice warm afternoon. All doors and windows were closed. The curtains stopped the sunlight. We were on chairs beside each other. I now recollect and feel the hall was as dark as a theatre though I doubt I had any idea what a theatre was back then. As he promised, he put the video cassette into the VCR and started the movie.
My father was softly giving me hints about the first scene. A cop getting down a train at a station. Then the same cop walks with another guy to two horses. As the train leaves the station, the two guys ride the horses into the dry hilly countryside. The music starts. A guitar, then drums, then whistles and then all in unison. Finally the movie name is flashed on screen - SHOLAY.
YEH DOSTI, JAI, VEERU, THAKUR, BASANTI, DHANNO, SOORMA BHOPALI, RAMLAL, GABBAR SINGH, KAALIYA, TRAIN ROBBERY, HAMARI JAIL MEIN SURANG, KITNE AADMI THEY, HOLI, MEHBOOBA MEHBOOBA,YEH HAATH MUJHE DE DE THAKUR, SYUICIDE SYUICIDE , GABBAR YEH HAATH MUJHE DE DE sequences and many more.
Crazy, lunacy, whatever one may call it. That is what it is for me. Movies... man, for me is more than just a movie. It is like living life for its running time. The thrill I get watching a movie cannot be put it in words. I'll give a peek into how it all started for me as far as I can remember.
1992. Class 1. Normal school day. Only difference was it wouldn't be my mother who would take me home after school. It would be my father instead. Apart from him, my entire family had gone somewhere some place. I am literally tearing my hair off now, but I just can't remember where they went.
But I can feel that afternoon. My father picked me up. While walking back, he asked me about me and my school, told me about food he prepared for me. I listened and told him what I felt. Then he said IT. The conversation still rings.
He said after we have food, he'll show me a new movie on the VCR. My father loves movies. The way he described the movie I can never forget it. He said the movie has fighting, guns, chases, horses, trains, robbers, cops, jokes. I may have seen a few movies before but the way my father said about this got me really excited. I can't recollect whether he told me the name of the movie then. But just to perk up the interest, I'll make you wait a little further.
We got home. He gave me food and he too ate. Then we sat down in front of the T.V. It was nice warm afternoon. All doors and windows were closed. The curtains stopped the sunlight. We were on chairs beside each other. I now recollect and feel the hall was as dark as a theatre though I doubt I had any idea what a theatre was back then. As he promised, he put the video cassette into the VCR and started the movie.
My father was softly giving me hints about the first scene. A cop getting down a train at a station. Then the same cop walks with another guy to two horses. As the train leaves the station, the two guys ride the horses into the dry hilly countryside. The music starts. A guitar, then drums, then whistles and then all in unison. Finally the movie name is flashed on screen - SHOLAY.
YEH DOSTI, JAI, VEERU, THAKUR, BASANTI, DHANNO, SOORMA BHOPALI, RAMLAL, GABBAR SINGH, KAALIYA, TRAIN ROBBERY, HAMARI JAIL MEIN SURANG, KITNE AADMI THEY, HOLI, MEHBOOBA MEHBOOBA,YEH HAATH MUJHE DE DE THAKUR, SYUICIDE SYUICIDE , GABBAR YEH HAATH MUJHE DE DE sequences and many more.
My father was with me all through this. I just loved every minute of it. I didn't analyse a single thing about the movie like I do now. I am grateful I was too small not to do such a thing then. I just experienced it. Sometimes I wish I could be still the same. We both were mouthing off dialogues after the movie. I have seen innumerable movies since then, even SHOLAY many times (includes the times where I analysed it), but nothing comes close to that afternoon in terms of experience. This was the best start I could have wished for, which I believe it is. I was on my way which I know now.
As far as I know that afternoon my father, a lifelong admirer of movies, just wanted to show me a movie in a way that a movie must be seen. He doesn't know what he and that warm afternoon intentionally/unintentionally made me into - a movie lunatic. I still have to thank him for this which I will by do reliving that day with him sometime soon.
I will be sharing my experiences on some of the movies I have seen so far.
P.S.
SHOLAY(1975) is an Indian Hindi film directed by Ramesh Sippy.
God!!!... watching a movie sounds a far better option than writing this. Ha Ha.
Till next time - movies, movies and movies ...
Hi man.. Great start.. Would be good if you can make this look more colourful!!
ReplyDeletehey man... thanks... colourful means add any pictures or add more spice???
ReplyDeleteColorful means you should add some nice colors to the layout of the blog.
ReplyDeleteUse your coding skills to design a new interface :P