Soumendra is someone else.
And some stuff Soumendra wrote ...
The Baboon is finally back.
A week or two more while we tidy up the site, and then we’ll open up for another season starting from the 1st of this March.
Do remember to come back.
Eklavya has a great beginning. The first scene of the movie is probably the most powerful one. As Boman Irani recites a sonnet from Shakespeare to his dying wife, remembering the better moments of their courtship, one is mistaken for a moment about the present reality, and when the meaning of it crashes in with all its irony and cruelty, one doesn’t know whether to feel sad for Rani Ma (Sharmila Tagore) or for the Rana (Boman Irani, who is reminiscent of the kings in Shakespearean tragedies). However, this bitter irony of life soon takes a malicious turn and the movie takes off. The darker and gloomier foreground of the deathbed against the lighted backdrop sets the mood of the movie.
You are sitting next to her. Her fragrance reaches you, and you can tell there is some exotic scent on. You are explaining to her some dumb Newtonian equation the solution to which you think she knows already. She is all smiles and excited. You can notice each vibration in her voluptuous body, and perhaps she can in yours too.
Whether or not Love is a commendable virtue remains one of the most debated issues in our popular movies. Much has been made of the necessity and the futility of love. But we, the young people of the middle class, still remain fascinated by it because of our necessity to define our individuality by the entertainment products we consume. That is why this is a love story.
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