So while I have just about unpacked my bags from my long trip to Bengalaru, I get ready to pack them again for Goa.
So while I am not looking forward to staying in a hotel room for another 10 days, I am sure I can live on scrumptious fried fish at the Ritz without complaint.
So while I pack my laptop and camera, determined that this time round I will blog every day about the festival, I think I will just vanish into the cinema hall every screening and emerge for light and food and sleep and do nothing more.
Though I’m always secretly hoping that one day someone will invite me to write officially about the festival, and I will have a press card, and say bye-bye to queues and frisking and getting laptop and camera expounded from my bag before every screening, the same with food and water, and get invited to all the big parties, even if I don’t want to go to them.
But that hasn’t happened yet.
So while I will walk by the river on my way to the festival from the hotel, I will rarely catch a sunset there, because I will be watching yet another film.
So while I will smile at friends and festival regulars, I will steer away from invitations to meet up, go to the flea market in Anjuna, and do the various interesting things people do in Goa, because I would rather be watching yet another film.
I have been called ‘Party-Pooper’ by the higher-ups.
In the meanwhile, in my beloved Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land, I’ve managed to get my video rental queue working again after my informal arrangement at Bangalore, where a voice on the phone took pity on my exile in Attibele and kindly sent me 7 DVDs at a time to get over the ‘outside delivery area’ loophole.
‘Jhuk Gaya Aasmaan‘ was largely forgettable except for a very pretty Saira Banu in delectable Bhanu Athaiya costumes, and a plot that centers around Sanjay-Rajendra Kumar dying because of the mistake of a newbie Yamdoot, going to heaven and being sent back to occupy another Rajendra Kumar body conveniently vacated by the evil TK.
Apparently, the skies have to bow down before Sanjay’s love for Priya, who meanwhile sings romantic songs for him in Calcutta, unaware that he is dead. Teja and I have missed the moments when Priya falls in love with Sanjay who has until then been harassing her, so we find their heaven-touching love a little inexplicable.
David plays an upper level Swamiji who manages heaven, and Sanjay’s descent to Earth after his heavenly sojourn. Needless to say, heaven is made up of lots of smoke machines. Sanjay and Swamiji come down to earth, with one hand raised and pointing up and the other pointing down, like vertical Supermen. Since the journey is made in a jiffy, I do not understand their aerodynamic poses.
Teja and I inform Dhanno that Rajendra Kumar was known as the ‘Golden Jubilee Star’ on account of the hits he delivered. He also had the nubile Saira Banu crazy about him.
Teja says, “Maybe 50 years later, people will wonder why Shahrukh Khan was such a huge craze. I mean, the way Dhanno and you like him so much, there must have been women who adored Rajendra Kumar.”
All of us stare with concentration at the screen trying to decipher the man’s secret with the ladies.
Cannot dance. Cannot smile. Cannot fight. Is not good looking. His Punjabi accent slips through every now and then. Cannot act.
Nope, don’t know why he was a big star.
I do catch a glimpse of his sincerity though, and say OK, maybe, that’s it.
Oh, I forgot the rosy-cheeked Prem Chopra who looks exceptionally handsome in this film. He plays TK’s ‘evil-ler’ brother.
Now that’s a popularity I understand.