That it was raining heavily yesterday and threatening to do a 26/7 in Mumbai is no news; that our house went under during the 26/7 deluge is not something that many of you might know. The deadly combo of high tide and more-than-normal rainfall is bad news for mumbaikars (or anyone for that matter) though this is something that we are getting used to. Yesterday, our family spent most of our day perched up on the sofa by the side of drawing room window and watching helplessly at the rising water levels outside. It was like playing a computer game of increasing levels of complexity; only here, we didn’t want it to move up to the next level. Anyway, to cut the long story (and day) short, we were spared this time by rain God. Oh well! Monsoon has just begun.
Weather settled a bit in the evening and power resumed. Our mood got better. Husband settled with his Jack Daniels and we decided to spend a quiet evening at home until I came up with the crazy idea to go to PVR Juhu to watch Cheeni Kum (11 PM show) . When I mentioned this, hubby darling didn’t take me seriously, actually neither did I. I must tell you that we are no movie buffs.
Fortunately for me (or my desire to watch the movie) my daughter decided to crash early; but so did my husband. However, my assertive side got the better of me and I nudged him out his sleep. This demand not being a regular feature (and of course he knows I blog such incidences) he sleepily agreed to take me.
After negotiating Saturday night traffic and fighting for parking space (all with half eyes closed) my husband settled into theatre seat comfortably and as for me I never felt more focused in life. I must mention that I had to wake him from deep sleep to stand up for national anthem.
About Cheeni Kum now. What a brilliant movie! A 34-year old falling in love with a 64-year old (I would at any age, if the 64-year old in question is Amitabh) and trying to convince a 58-year old Tabu’s father to agree to their marriage and all wrapped in sensible comedy. This certainly was worth my effort. The title song and Sooni Sooni are brilliant adaptation of “Mandram vandha thendralukku manjam vara nenjam illiyo” from Mauna Raagam. If there is one thing that I most certainly disliked about the movie, it is Tabu’s wardrobe, particularly her satin salwar suits (wonder who designed her clothes). Other than this eyesore (which is trivial anyway), the movie was top class. It’s a must watch, if you have not done so already.
When the movie ended and I helped my husband to his feet, I chuckled. What the heck if he didn’t watch the movie, it was really sweet of him to drag himself to the movie, despite the fact he sleep walked / drove and snored away the 2 ½ hours. It appears, in my life Cheeni is not kum after all.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
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