Tuesday 9 October 2012

Laurent of ARUbia

I cant contain myself any longer, and now that the opening weekend has passed, iI’m able to spill the beans on English Vinglish.

To begin with, let me answer most peoples’ first question: Yes, Sriji is absolutely terrific. Miss 420 delivers a real, honest, believable and strong performance in her come back movie. She plays Simple Shashi will utmost grace and dignity, being true to her age and stage in life. It would been trying to say the least if Sri had decided to return to  the big screen as a a chamak-dhamak cheez, clad in a tight dress and wearing tall heels. It would have been easy for her to have believed that she could have pulled off such a role too, given her real-life avtaar is ultra-glam - she still has a “fab bod” with those lissome limbs, the glossy curtain of hair, clear complexion and those big, bright, animated eyes.Those very eyes, that got Laurent at first sight. 


(Long Sighhhh)


Lover boy Laurent, one of the main supporting characters cast as the classic French lover and as Shashi’s biggest classroom fan. And as the sigh might have implied, he is a real dreamboat. Playing a French chef, who finds himself in mid-town Manhattan, cooking at a restaurant but struggling with communication as he can’t speak “the good English”. Laurent encounters a nervous Shashi at the cash till of a cafe, struggling to order herself a sandwich and a coffee (all she wants is a humble Nescafe, but she is offered instead is the choice between an Americano, a Latte, a cappucino or a mocchacino). Shashi is bring given the third degree by an increasingly angry big momma at the counter, at her in-ability to place the order fast enough. As the scene unfolds, Shashi is found stuttering, mumbling, stumbling and rushing out of the cafe in shame. She goes to a bench some distance away where she breaks down and is sobbing.


Enter Laurent.


Madame, zees eez your cappucino that you order” (please note the pronunciation and grammar). Shashi looks up and their eyes meet. Still dumb-founded, she takes the cup of coffee that he offers and they part ways...and as they say, the rest is history. 


Well, not really because this isn’t your usual hindi movie jahaan kuch bhi possible hain...So as it goes, Sridevi is in the Big Apple, to help her widowed sister plan a changla Maharashtrian wedding of her daughter to a godd Amrikan mulga. This is the first time that the largely unexposed and inexperienced Shashi finds herself far, far away from home (Mumbai), all alone in a big city and apart from her only life (husband, kids and amiable mother-in-law). If not stating the obvious then, Sridevi’s character doesn’t speak a word of English and has faced sufficient humiliation by her little daughter and annoying husband for this, over the years. To make it worse, she is now here, and can’t get around because of it. She is however in the loving company of her sister, who was also like her once upon a time. But life and circumstance smartened her up in to a perfect NJ mother of 2 bubbly and attractive girls. Shashi’s younger niece, is a sensitive and loving girl, who understands her maasi’s need of emancipation from her own inhibitions, particularly that of her disability to speak English. Together, they share a little secret, and Shashi enrolls into a 4 week crash course in learning English. It is in the confines of the classroom and in the company of her classmates, that the character of Shashi comes into her own. 


The first important breakthrough is her being called an entrepreneur by her professor, when she describes that she makes and sells ladoos from her home, back in India. It is for the first time that she has been regarded with a molecule of respect - a feeling she has never known since her kids and husband made her feel like nothing on earth. She is merely a lady, performing her duties as a home maker - a role so very important to the fabric of family life and society at large - but regarded as thanklessly by the people she has devoted her life to.


Essentially the movie highlights one of the most important human needs - that of respect and dignity from the people one lives with. 


In a matter of 6 weeks, Shashi’s character experiences life hitherto unknown to her. She changes a lot, but not that dramatically that she is suddenly transformed out of saris and into sneakers and playing a cool Americanised soccer mom. But the changes are shown subtly, delicately and believably. As I said in the beginning, Sridevi plays the roll of this lady poignantly and perfectly, never going out of sync with the character. This is wonderful to see, and I am sure that the highly talented writer and director of the movie, Gauri Shinde had a lot to do with this. Gauri Shinde has developed the character of Shashi from her own mother who faced similar treatment. Once Gauri had grown up, she had realised how often she must have hurt her mother...this premise was strong enough for her to be convinced to make a movie based on it. Perhaps this is the reason why Gauri has got all the little details in place - even small gestures, nuances and character traits have been woven in so beautifully into the script. To add to that, the casting is excellent, with not a single character out of place or over-done (least of all Laurent, sigh again). 


My only grievance was towards Shashi’s husband and the lack of explanation towards their reason of union. One wonders what he saw in her to have married her, given the great difference in not just their personalties, but even in their educational qualifications. Perhaps, it was her culinary skills? But this is just an assumption.


The tender tale of Shashi’s parivartan will have universal appeal - for there is a Shashi in all our lives. I would urge as many people to watch it as it is never to late to recognise the value of the Shashi in his/her life and treat her differently - the way she deserves to be. 


P.S -It seems we may see more of Shashi aur Laurent ki jodi : 

Thursday 4 October 2012

Mellow Yellow

My heart bursts with pride...mama De is painting the town yellow!

What better way to flag off the "festive season", than with my mother receiving the Veuve Clicquot Tribute, this Friday evening? It is not enough that she has been a constant source of inspiration for me and my siblings, but also to countless nameless and often faceless women all accross India and Asia, over the past four decades. But she receives this very special honour from VC in the category of 'Inspirational Women of the World'.

Ladies and Gentleman, please do read the official note below:


Without sounding too gushy, this is truly an important moment in her life time. I feel trmendously proud of her. She has worked so hard and so sincerely and has contributed to society in the best ways known by her, and with the resources in her means.

Working out of our home, with the family dining table as her office, the perenially broken cordless as her dedicated hotline and with the services of our semi-literate home help as her "personal assitants", my mum has furiously and prolifically carried along. Never fussing as a creative or glamorous person usually does, she has done her work with all her heart and soul, over the din of kitchen sounds, the dhobiwaala and the phonewalla.She has always been this way, as far back as I can remember. Never comprimising on her family life and valuing us in her life, she manages to balance all the worlds that she has chosen to be a part of.

When I was younger, there were many times that I would be irked that I would have to share her or our time together with people who were mere strangers (intruders?) to me, who would come to visit her. I was always encouraged to hang about these meetings, and being the chipkoo little girl that I was, I would stay just put, sponging in all that I heard.
All kinds of people from different parts of the world and various walks of life meet with mum and the case usually is that they come to her with the force of a homing device to its base. It takes just a few moment after meeting her that these people enjoy a "volcano moment" and simply erupt their thoughts, their troubles, their ideas, their hearts...
Through these interactions, I have learned so much about the lives of others and it is only now that I can value those experiences. I have been fortunate enough to meet some truly great and wonderful people and particularly some fabulous women, whom I could have never met on my own. So I am glad that I was that chipkoo creature, clinging on to her and never feeling too shy to stay in!

Now as I attempt to forge my own path in life, I find myself in amusing situations when people "realise" that I am her flesh and blood. The colour in their faces change, their eyes brighten and I know that they are looking at me in a different light. Without skipping a beat, I follow suite and play the part to the T! But it is so amusing...because she is just my mom, sitting at home in her kaftaan, in front of the laptop going clickety-clack and awaiting the return of her absconding children, even if they roll home at 5 am! But to them, she is a role model and a figure of motivation.

I can't say she is a regular mom, and thank God for that! I have enjoyed life's best moments with her or living vicariously through her.

As I get ready to celebrate her moment this Friday evening, my only thought is that I hope to have even half her effervescence and joie de vivre.

Chin, chin folks and drink up your cup of life.

Mum in Reims at the Shobhaa De vintage patch of VC champagne


Monday 1 October 2012

The girl who went missing

 


Hello? It's me. Yes, I know I have been away. I was traveling, but I didn't get too far. I hope you don't mind, since I have just shown up here, completely out of the blue. It is a little late; but I wanted to check in with you none the less. It feels good to be here. So please may I stay, just for a short while?

So much and yet so little has happened since my last blog post...where do I begin? There were so many times that I was dying to write and then the feeling would pass by quickly. I have been thoroughly in-disciplined about it.Truth be told, I have developed cold feet too. I thought it would be difficult to move on from this long period of silence. As I type, I'm hoping for my fingers to warm up slowly yet surely, and let them do the work.

I have been traveling a lot for work and today I find myself hurrying (as usual), to make my train from Delhi to Ludhiana As I sit here on the train bound for Prosperous Punjab, I am hopeful. Hopeful that the exhibition goes off well and we do well. Not sure this place is all that it is cracked up to be, but sure as hell hope so and hope is all we have right?

It has been a long time since I've been anywhere on leisure and my mind keeps wandering to places that are calling out to me.

On my dream wander-list is the holy city of Benares. A city I have been longing to visit for a while, but particularly so, in the last one year since I learned about the wonderful festival of Dev Diwali (Diwali of the Gods), from a friend of mine, who has celebrated it there last year and had had the most enchanting time. The idea got reinforced when my mother was working on an initiative to rehabilitate and revive the dying art of the gorgeous Benarasi weaves, as part of a project spearheaded by the TATA group. Watching the priests perform the aarti on the faux ghaats, created in the ballroom, I got lost in the smell of the powerful dhoop, that filled the space and created such a serene atmosphere. If I felt so strongly in this setting, I wondered how I would feel when I actually was at the edge of the Ganges, preparing for my virgin dubki into the holy water! Clearly, it felt as a bulaava, which I am sure will be realised some time very soon.



 
From the Ganga to the Seine....Ooh la la, Paris is calling - the glorious October skies, the sharp nip in the air, the wonderful fleuristes lining all the streets, and of course, the pungent smell of a mix of cigarettes and heavy parfum, all around! Oh! how I crave for a week in the city of coffee and croissants so, so much. Especially since so many of my besties are visiting there right now.

Ms. Groover has left us behind in Mumbai and is merry-making and embracing her new life at INSEAD. Her present life goes something like this: study, group meeting, drink, party, recover,eat, drink, sleep, study, recover.  You get the idea? And when she is done with that, she jumps into her car and whizzes into Paris. And after an adequate city fix, she zips back to Fontaine Bleu - the land of Napoleon. I believe this French Miss is getting set for a weekend in Switzerland...on a school assignment, she says. I think otherwise!

If that sounds like too much of work, then Naima's plan, may be more up your stream...she is back in Paris, after a giddy-heady 2 months in her home town of Maddy (Madagascar), where she has gotten engaged to her long-time beau. What better way to prepare for a life of marital bliss, than by honing the art of sweet-toothing! Chapeau, Naimu, the smart girl has figured that the surest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Lucky guy! I have not only had the chance of sampling many of her culinary delights, but have had the greater chance to watch her whipping up a storm a la cuisine, back in her delightfully sunny kitchen in Paris. Who wants Nigella, when you have Naïma?

The good ol' days

And finally, Ms.Melanie Shah is getting set for her first visit to Paris and has Gotham, for good company. Mils has approached this trip with scientific precision, not leaving much to chance. 2 months ago, she was facing a massive confusion in her mind on which hotel to pick, and sent me an SOS email to help her clear the confusion. I said yes of course, and soon received an excel file, with a list of short-listed hotels, with various rating scales and a 'final comments' column for additional info. Wow! This was definitely more analytical than many of the projects I did at work, but I made it through and sent her back my 2 top choices. At this moment, we get on the phone to finalise The Hotel. It all boiled down to one simple quandary : should we pick the famous one in chic St. Germain or go for the one in convenient Opera, which includes a free bottle of wine as well as a museum pass?
Obviously we picked the latter!
If I were in Paris right now, what would I like to do the most?? Well, I would definitely grab the museum pass and visit the Van Cleef & Arpels, Haute Joaillerie exposition at the Musee des Art Decoratifs where 400 pieces that have made the fame of Van Cleef & Arpels since 1906 are being showcased. Truly a spectacular and extremely special collection of some of the finest crafted jewels!

Although I am most certain that the City of Lights will bewitch Mils and G, it now seems the only thing left to chance is if Mils gets time for some retail therapy, and this one Gotham decides!

Well, so where does that leave me, I forget? Ah right, back to longing and lusting. For the moment, I guess, I will have to make do with the land of kulchas and cholle. And perhaps, a patiala or two, will knock me out of my state of nostalgia and reverie!

Back to the train ride, iPod in hand, song for this moment - "oye lucky, lucky oye!"