Tag: Romeo and Juliet

  • Maara maari chumma chati

    Maara maari chumma chati

    MUMBAI: For Ram-Leela that changed overnight to Goliyon Ki Rasleela: Ram Leela, Sanjay Leela Bhansali takes his inspiration from Shakespeare’s Romeo And Juliet and sets it up in the background of Kutch region in Gujarat. This gives the director an opportunity to add all the colour he wishes to the film which has always been his desire.

     

    To depict the warring families, the film borrows from the story of the real life lady don of Saurashtra, Santokben Jadeja (whose life was portrayed on screen by Shabana Azmi in Vinay Shukla’s 1999 film Godmother), played here by Supriya Pathak Kapoor, which accounts for the head of one family don. On the other hand, we have Homi Wadia from stage leading his clan which basically consists of shepherds. While the Jadejas are Rajputs and are known to wield swords and carry guns, Rabaris don’t carry weapons except for the occasional sickle tied to a pole to cut tree leaves for the herd. The town folks, supposedly from historical town of Anjar, are shown to have only two options all day: shoot bullets or drink booze. In short, this is not how things happen in Gujarat (or even Bihar or UP for that matter) and is all just the filmmaker’s imagination.

    Producer: Sanjay Leela Bhansali, Kishore Lulla.
    Director: Sanjay Leela Bhansali.
    Cast: Ranveer Singh, Deepika Padukone, Supriya Pathak Kapoor, Richa Chadda, Gulshan Devaiah, Abhimanyu Shekhar Singh, Homi Wadia, Raza Murad and an item song by Priyanka Chopra.

     

    This town is occupied by two warring factions, Saneda (Jadeja) and Rajadi (Rabari), whose enmity goes back 500 years. The men as well as women on both sides carry arms and are always game for a shootout. Traditionally, both sides avoid stepping into the other’s area because when they do, there is always bloodshed. However, there is macho hero, Ranveer Singh, who seems to have been through all the girls on his side of town and decides to venture out into the enemy zone. It is Holi and easy to hide behind the colours. Once there, he and Deepika Padukone spot each other; it is not love at first sight but rather lust at first sight! Thereafter, both are inseparable, at least physically. They love to cling to each other and the name of their kind of love is called smooch and neck.

     

    The pair is very bold about their romance and it is not long before it becomes obvious to the girl’s brother and mother, Supriya. It is time to arrange a quick fix wedding for Deepika with an NRI of her own community. The plan is to keep him as ghar jamaai. After all, Supriya is a don and even NRIs have to be scared of her. It is these kinds of things that take the film out of the hands of its makers as they go on adding up as the film moves into its second half.

     

    Howsoever they may lust for each other, they won’t celebrate honeymoon till they tie the knot.  So they decide to elope to some temple town, get married and check into a lodge to consummate their marriage. So far so good but the fodder for the second half has to be created and thus Ranveer is betrayed by his own friends and Deepika’s people catch up with them.

     

    Post interval, the romance is over and so are the light moments. Instead there is some forced melodrama which is not interesting. The story is now about people betraying their own respective dons. Gulshan Devaiah wants to become the don instead of Supriya but when she is down with a bullet wound she appoints Deepika in her place. Why, in that case, did Devaiah bring Deepika back? By now the film is all about creating situations for crowd scenes to fill the small bylanes of the location and, hence, the screen. The ending is on expected lines but the approaches to that is rather long winding and tedious as there are only crowds on the screen with no one knowing who is on whose side!

     

    Bhansali has been able to make the film colourful, keep the first half light, full of songs, inspired choreography and comic moments with a generous dose of dialogue that is double meaning at times and just vulgar at others. Bhansali also takes the credit for the music score in the film. However, almost all songs are set to the tunes of Gujarati folk songs but with richer orchestration and have mainly sectional appeal. Songs are too loud to say much about the lyrics. Locations are interesting and the cinematography enhances their effect. The film loses pace in the second half, which needed to be trimmed heavily.

     

    Deepika is excellent in light as well as emotional scenes while Ranveer has been constant since his first film. The only change here is he has grown muscles instead of expressions. Supriya is at her natural best with Richa Chadda holding her own.

     

    Goliyon Ki Rasleela: Ram-Leela has healthy opening response with the best being in Western India and weak spots being single screens, especially in the Hindi belt. (The collections improved after Sachin Tendulkar, playing his 200th and last test in Mumbai, got out.) The film will have varied outcomes in different circuits yet generally satisfactory.

  • Whose life is it anyway?

    The work-life divide- the fine line that separates office related activities with those other than, is fast becoming as visible as the Australian teams’ manners during the ICC awards ceremony. This has ensured that work often intrudes when you have specifically set aside time to do something that even remotely reeks of giving you satisfaction at a personal level. (At this point the author was interrupted by a call for a meeting and he subsequently was only able to complete this article months later)

    “So how has work been?” asked Dr. Sushma, scanning through a few reports on the table. Ram Shankar had long planned this appointment, ever since he had discovered that his old class mate had set up a clinic in the locality. Sushma was the kind of woman, who as Chai-La would have said while simultaneously floating down into the residual tea leaves in the cup, ‘compels a man to think about settling down.’

    She had been, even at that relatively early stage in the evolution process, unequivocally dubbed ‘wife material’ by all those favored by the X chromosome. There was something about her that soothed the nerves, uplifted the spirit, cleared the mind and brought in smiles by the dozen. She had always been successful, but also had the rare gift of being popular at the same time. Thus the beeline of Ram’s classmates who had conjured up imaginary ailments just for ‘medical dates’, was long and as the school master would have resoundingly bellowed, in a manner designed to shatter the eardrums, ‘shameful’.

    Ram himself had made an appointment, over a fortnight ago, for that Sunday afternoon, just before she broke off for lunch. The strategy was to charm her into a lunch date post the ‘check up’. Prior experience of concocting stories, for keeping ravenous clients at bay and off the more tender parts of his anatomy, had Ram fancying his chances in all such situations.
    ‘Work is just fine, though lately I have been feeling some shooting pain in my heart, that seems to strike without warning,” answered Ram.

    “That’s strange, this shouldn’t be happening at your age. When did it first occur?” Sushma looked up and paused as she held Ram’s gaze.

    “Just about five minutes ago, when I entered your room,” quipped back Ram, trying to bring about some softness in his eyes as he made his pitch.

    There was an elongated pause that followed; much like what would have been heard after all the fuss of the Big Bang was over.

    Then Sushma smiled. And Ram Shankar felt something stir in the innermost depths of his being that refused to be put into language translation.

    “I never thought you had a sense of humor in school Ram, by the way is something wrong with your eye?” asked Sushma, her own eyes sparkling with a life that was captivating.

    “To be frank I never had much sense then,” began Ram, abandoning the attempt to make his eyes speak, as Sushma broke into giggles. “But now that sense seems to be shining on me, would it be the right time to ask you out for lunch” Ram Shankar was sure that she could hear his heart beat as he braved forth those words.

    “Sure, as a Doctor I need to always encourage good sense when it makes an appearance, however late,” replied Sushma, Ram’s morale was just going to crash through the roof when he noticed a rather disturbing noise emanating from his pocket, quite like the deranged ranting of Adolf Hitler asking for Monday morning job status reports.

    “Oh that’s just my boss Vikas,” said Ram as he stared back defiantly for a while at the phone, “and the ring tone fits like a glove,” he weakly ventured, knowing that answering the phone would definitely be a wake up call.
    “Well, work is work” smiled back Sushma.

    Ram cursed himself for not having switched off his cell phone. But having defined diligence as one of his core values, he found himself answering.

    “Hi Vikas…”

    “Chief, drop everything you are doing right now, there is a crisis”

    “Today? Now?”

    “Mr Bose wants a leaflet for his Monday 9am meeting and he must have it.”

    At that point Ram could think of a million other things that Vikas and Mr. Bose could have ‘had’.

    “What is it about? Can I brief the creative over the phone and then proceed to office once they have cracked something?”

    “No, you are the only guy who knows all the details; you might have to write the copy yourself. Anyways who will you get on a Sunday?” chirped back Vikas in a manner that made Ram consider homicidal measures.

    “Then can I head back to office in an about an hour and start the job then,” queried Ram.

    “No, Mr. Bose wants to be absolutely sure. He wants to go through a minimum of three iterations and he is expecting the first one in 45 minutes.”

    “Three iterations… my” began Ram and then noticing that Sushma was watching him. “My task is not that easy you know” he quickly corrected the impending unprintable volley and stepped out of the doctor’s cabin gesturing in a manner that meant either the reception was weak or that he had eaten one too many chilies.

    “Hey I was in the middle of something, Can I do this later?”

    “Have I told you about the rules that our company has governing the social life of an account executive?”

    “No” answered a surprised Ram.

    “There are none,” boomed Vikas as he exploded into laughter, “as an underling you are expected to abandon all personal ventures for the cause of the organization and your confirmation. Only as you rise in the company are you entitled to any control of your life at all. I have earned that chief and hence I am here, sipping a beer at home, while you will be getting back to office sooner than yesterday. What’s more I can even afford to forget jobs and bring them up only on Sundays.” Ram detected a distinct sinister chuckle as he felt Vikas pause for another sip. “Good luck and don’t bother me with any problems, you should be good enough to handle them.” Vikas signed off leaving Ram clutching his phone in a vice like grip in an attempt to control the storm that was brewing within. He stood silent like a dazed man in the corridor. But his world inside was screaming. Composing himself a bit he popped back in.

    “I’m sorry,” he began, “urgent work beckons.”

    Dr Sushma looked him in the eye, “Believe me I understand,” she smiled back kindly. Then Ram saw they were no longer alone in the room.

    “Hey since you aren’t taking her anywhere, I suppose you might have no objection that she does lunch with me?” the suave voice of Cyrus, ‘the dude from school’ interjected emphasizing ever so slightly on ‘aren’t taking her anywhere’. Ram could have thought of a million objections but societal norms in such regards are rather callous.

    “Sure go ahead.” He managed keeping as straight a face as was possible. “Some other time perhaps” he asked Sushma as he bid them goodbye.

    “Some other time,” she replied with a smile that offered some hope, though he wasn’t sure whether it was just his servicing optimism kicking in.

    “The life of an AE is well… not to be,” the hushed oriental tone, the express delivery of the tea-cup and Chai-La (the mystical Chinese canteen tea boy) had disappeared into the works of Shakespeare on the office mantelpiece. Ram noted with some concern that he had vanished into ‘Romeo and Juliet.’