World Cup cricket is underway and India has had a good start beating South Africa and Pakistan, both dangerous opponents capable of winning the tournament provided Shahid Afridi connects with the bat. And South Africa learn how not to choke.
I believe the African team has appointed an anti-choke specialist to guard the big moments. At the time of writing the piece, the big news is that Chris Gayle has scored the fastest double century in one day internationals and the first ever at the World Cup.
Gayle has it mentally sorted. Approach a one day match like a two and half T-20 IPL match being played in Mohali. Need to check out Gayle’s latest dance moves post Gangnam. I believe it is Zumba. Replicating the immensely successful T-20 IPL format, based on the principle that Indians will never tire of watching too much cricket, Salman Khan without a shirt and Aamir Khan speaking about social matters, the WC too will feature a surfeit of matches at the league stage.
The idea is to ensure the Indian team, the main commercial mainstay of WC on TV where the big bucks are made, have a whole lot of matches to win or lose so that the people who need to book profits, are guaranteed their returns, given the crazed eyeballs. And as greed knows no bounds, some will also try their luck via the illegal betting circuit.
Should the Indian team make it to the quarter finals, as seems quite likely now as Virat Kolhi is no longer the only guy scoring on and off the field, there will be even more money to be made, based on the principle that after watching too much of cricket early morning till afternoon, Indians will never miss a cricket match when suffixed with a final, whether quarter, semi or the actual grand finale featuring heroes Virat and Dhoni who won India the last WC with a six. The country went crazy. Dhoni may have mellowed, but there are others now willing to don the mantle. Personally, I have moved on from cricket.
I have the auto refresh scorecard running on my laptop but do not make it a point to watch the matches on TV, unless I happen to be in front of a wall mounted telly which can be quite unavoidable at times.
When India is playing any TV set anywhere in the country, airport, coffee shop, dhaba, railway station, feature the cricket. And, there is usually an assembly of watchers following the game, dropping work, meetings, wives, family, girlfriends and sometimes a flight. I have really not been able to pin down why I do not go out of my way watch a cricket match anymore. I am in my forties now.
But, that does not mean that I have given up too many of the activities of the past like watching Bollywood movies, reading Chetan Bhagat or trying out very cheap oily roadside channa bhatura. As a matter of fact I do not mind listening to some of the music followed by my teenage daughter such as One Direction, Maroon-5, even Taylor Swift. I do not think this is about cynicism.
Indian cricket has had its share of problems no doubt due to matters concerning conflict of interest in BCCI involving the stubborn Srinivasan, political, business intrigue and role of the bookie mafia.
However, nobody doubts that our boys (most of them that is), when they play the game believe they are doing so for the country in every emotional and cricketing sense. I do not think this has changed since the time I closely followed cricket, the actual ball by ball action, initially on radio then on TV. Looking back, it was actually also an enormous amount of time wasted, the way today’s kids idle on gadgets.
I do, however, believe that Indians my generation grew up following cricket as more than just a game. It was the one way of proving to the world that India too counted in the global platform. The 1983 WC victory symbolised just that emotional connect. So did the movie Lagaan, some years later. However, India today is different. Who wants to make a point about colonialism by beating England anymore? Cricket is not our only global forte; there are many more in diverse sectors ranging from software to medicine to exploring the moon and Mars.
For the new generation, cricket is a game, hard fought, pulsating and competitive, encapsulated in the T-20 format. But then, there are other sports too that offer similar thrills if not more. World soccer, for example, beamed live from Europe and other parts of the world; car racing. But, that does not mean that cricket is out my system. Quarter Finals onwards I am going to be incommunicado. Hope India makes it to the final and Dhoni or maybe Virat seals it with another six against the domineering Aussies. That will be simply fantastic. GO INDIA.
Suppose the contest was between Arvind Kejriwal and Narendra Modi to be Delhi’s chief minister. For argument sake and to complete the picture, if Rahul Gandhi was in the fray too.
Any direct Modi-Kejriwal fixture would surely have much been closer, though it is risky to make such assessments before hand as the exit polls demonstrated by getting it wrong yet again. There should be some mechanism to ensure the pollsters refund their fees due to selling products so badly off the mark. They should be made to apologise, at the least.
It is, however, safe to assume without seeking opinions, that Gandhi would have lost badly, and probably brushed aside the defeat with a beatific smile as he did following the general elections that angers his party cadres no end nowadays. The latest to lose her patience is Jayanti Natarajan, a veteran Congress leader.
The advent of Kiran Bedi, probably, queered it for the BJP during the recently concluded Delhi elections. Her powerful persona and I will set things right my way whether you like it or not as I am a Magsaysay winner, towed Indira Gandhi’s car and restructured Tihar Jail, resulted in Modi being obliterated from the consciousness of Delhi voters. That did not help the BJP.
It helped Kejriwal. Of course, it is very easy to arrive at such conclusions given the benefit of hindsight once the results are out.
This is what BJP chief Amit Shah, who has lost just one electoral matchup so far and that too to Kejriwal who turned out to be no minnow, would probably have us believe. No doubt, India needs both Kejriwal and Modi to succeed, just as India cannot win matches with only Virat Kohli scoring hundreds at a faster rate than Sachin and rest, whether Dhawan, Raina or Dhoni failing.
Competition is healthy. Both Modi and Kejriwal mean business and have been voted to power due to clearly defined promises.
Kejriwal will need to take on corruption at lower levels of government functioning that affects everybody. The poor are the biggest victims while the rich and middle classes need to pay bribes to get their work done. The one index to measure the happiness of Delhi is the mood of the auto rickshaw drivers, the most harassed due to forced inducements to multiple agencies, beginning at the level of a traffic constable. If Kejriwal can make them content, it will be a sure shot indication that corruption has been checked.
The Aaam Aadmi party head, meanwhile, is clearly a mellowed and matured person following his short 49-day stint as chief minister of Delhi earlier and comprehensively losing the general elections last summer to Modi. Thankfully, in the first few days of his second tenure the pre-dominant images have been Kejriwal and his wife out on a leisurely morning walk. He hugged her in front of the cameras following the astonishing victory of his party, though not as passionately as Modi grabbed Obama at the Palam airport tarmac in a show of outright bro-mance. Not sure whether Modi would have appreciated Obama’s parting speech at Siri Fort about respecting all religions. Like any relationship, Modi-Obama, India-USA also has its share of undercurrents.
Kejriwal does look a winner, not an anarchist any more, which is the way it should be. He has set himself a five year time frame to deliver. Changing any system with vested interests and a super efficient delivery paradigm that thrives on bribes, whether to procure driving license or register property, cannot be an overnight process. Kejriwal will need to show results or else the voters of Delhi and perhaps the rest of the country will shunt him out. If he succeeds, he can be a legitimate challenge to Modi in 2019.
Kejriwal has hurt Modi. But, there is a long battle ahead. Modi is no pushover. His government is pushing for growth and sorting out India’s woeful power supply scenario by promoting clean energy like no Prime Minister has done before.
He has evolved from the days as chief minister of Gujarat when an underlying communal machinery was at work to ply Hindutva as a vote gathering strategy. Modi knows too well the people of India have overwhelmingly backed him to deliver on his promises of development, growth and good governance.
One can sense that the Prime Minister’s Office is at work, silently, frenetically and efficiently to ensure that Make in India does not remain a mere slogan like Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan, that the country’s natural resources, whether the sun, wind, coal, oil and gas, spectrum, are efficiently managed; that industry and manufacturing prospers. This is not about crony capitalism.
This is about changing the overall picture and the way India is viewed by global investors. The impact of these changes take some time to trickle to the common man; pursued with earnest they will sooner or later take the form of greater income for all. It will be good for India if either Kejriwal or Modi succeed. Given their positive agendas, it will be even better if both do well.
PK has reportedly earned Rs 600 crore and still going strong. Unfortunately, the movie does not work for me despite the efforts of Rajkumar Hirani and the great Aamir Khan, who have delivered blockbusters and laugh riots such as Munnabhai MBBS and Three Idiots in the past that I, and most others I am sure, have thoroughly enjoyed. As is his manner, Hirani tries to mix up the serious with the comic. In my opinion, both attempts fail. The initial portions of PK I liked.
To begin with, there are sequences where Anushka Sharma cycles in a short skirt along a river in spic and span Europe in summer, which can only be pleasing to the eye. As I realised this was actually going to be one of my high points of the movie. Perhaps the cycling scene could have been much longer. I say this in hindsight, obviously.
I also liked the track Char Kadam, though I am not so sure Virat Kohli did, given the chemistry between Sushant Singh Rajput and Anushka, which actually does not matter as long as the present and future Indian cricket captain continues to hit centuries.
I liked the Aamir, Sanjay Dutt Rajasthani number. That was peppy and groovy. These are opening portions of the movie. The closely guarded mystery of an almost naked Aamir in the promo’s with just an outdated music cassette player for cover, is also solved quickly. As Aamir is an alien, that everybody knows by now, he disembarks from a huge space ship that could have passed off as a computer generated Titanic as well. The ship, incidentally, operates via a remote that I think looks a bit like the pendant that Late Lady Diana wore during her wedding or some such occasion.
Makes one also wonder why an army of ISRO scientists are needed to manage one satellite launch. Of course, we are talking about Bollywood here, so the discerning viewers have over the years learnt to ignore such nuances. Sadly, just as I was feeling comfortable and beginning to forget about the Rs 2000 I spent on multiplex tickets, popcorn, coffee, cola, parking and fuel, the movie progressively deteriorated. Was there a need for Aamir to be an extraterrestrial in the first place?
He looked human in every way, with or without clothes and seemingly endowed with very low IQ. Given that Aamir’s character is on an important mission to earth, one would expect him to be among the bright ones, maybe cleared the alien world equivalent of an IIT exam. PK could well have been an innocent 8-year old boy getting to know the world and its ways.
It would have been believable and cute. Knowing Aamir he would have pulled that off too with élan, like he did as the adult PK. Unfortunately, even Aamir can do so much to a script that falls woefully short. The comedy barely works.
Poking fun at insolent and rustic Delhi policemen has been done a million times before. So has Boman Irani appeared in a formal jacket, track pant or shorts combo. The “dancing cars” in the village scenario is anachronistic. Such making out happens in cities. Unless I have missed something, fields and rooftops are locations of most action in villages.
Remember, expectations from a Hirani movie are high unlike say a Salman Khan film where the humour is bound to be non cerebral and one accordingly makes the mental adjustment. Getting on to the serious parts: ignoring other aspects, the fundamental problem with PK is that the sensitive and profound matters of religion and faith are overplayed, simplistic, cliched, repetitive and just too preachy, bordering on a shoddy documentary produced by Doordarshan past and present, irrespective of existence of competing TV channels.
Only imbeciles can take offence to the events portrayed in the movie and surely the infamous right wing goons in our country always on the lookout for some violence-backed cheap publicity, have done so. Matters of faith, as we know, are not so simple. They can make people kill as happened in Paris recently; at the same time they can be the calming influence that keeps individuals and communities sane and bonded. One needs to delve further to understand the nuances.
Sadly, Anushka returns from Europe to become a TV journalist and essays her role mostly in faded jeans. I would have been in a much better frame of mind if Hirani managed to make her character go back to Europe and cycle in shorts again. Still, PK has reportedly made more than Rs 600 crore. That is no doubt mind-boggling, a record unmatched, which goes to prove what might sell due to powerful branding, marketing, sheer expectations and simultaneous release in multiplexes across the world may just be very average content. That’s the way I see it.
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Over the recent past I have been following the Kiss of Love protests that have spread from Kochi to Kolkata, Delhi and recently to Bangalore and everywhere else on social media. There are different stages of a human being’s life. For those such as me hitting middle age, intimacy with the wife or girlfriend in public areas undisturbed by cops or right and left wing elements is either not priority or not possible.
I mostly go out with my wife now, accompanied by her mother, my kids and maid. Otherwise, too, India continues to grapple with too many graver problems such as corruption, safety of women, open defecation, hunger and lack of health, education facilities and Arnab Goswami screaming on TV.
Elsewhere, in Hong Kong students are fighting for democracy, while China continues to grow. Yet, the matter of hormonally-charged young couples being victimized in parks or pubs by the so called moral police in India has resulted in large sections of disenchanted Indian youth to take to the streets.
Some bravely lip locked to register their protest despite hordes of anti-skirt, jeans, Valentine Day, new year’s party, boys accompanying girls or vice versa, desperate looking thugs watching closely. Most I noticed on TV news also desperately needed to brush their teeth, get a haircut and shave.
I do not think any political party or politicians who have eagerly joined the Swachh Bharat bandwagon have cared to support the kiss of love campaign. They are okay to be symbolically seen with a broom for a few minutes following which they head back to their usual ultra-luxurious cocooned existence. There is considerable evidence that some of the sweeping by netas has been carefully orchestrated for news cameras by littering an already clean area. These leaders need to clean their conscience first.
In a culturally diverse and essentially conservative country such as India, a politician supporting public kissing is not on. Promoting concepts such as Love Jihad to fan communal tensions can of course be considered sound electoral strategy. The kiss of love demonstrations have not been as widespread or virulent as anti-corruption or anti-rape protests of the recent past, but do have their relevance.
The campaign needs to be supported. I believe the protests are not just about sexual freedom in urban pockets of affluence or about young people gone astray due to watching too many international soccer matches on TV, where the action is focused as much on the stands as on the field. There is no way these youngsters need to be set right by cops wielding batons or thugs assaulting them.
I believe the protests are about infringement of privacy, high handedness of the state and uncouth and regressive elements in our society telling us how to behave or not to behave. Unfortunately, the desensitized state tends to side with the inflictors of aggression that only emboldens them further.
Yet, the somewhat radical outpourings by the youth are about resisting uncalled attacks on freedom of expression and liberty, art, literature that can easily extend to innocuous comments on Facebook and other social media. It is about giving give it back to all those who have self-appointed themselves as the custodians of Indian culture that they violently try to defend, which itself defeats the basic tenets of tolerance and live and let live.
The other day cricketer Virat Kohli blew kisses to his girlfriend Anushka Sharma after scoring a fifty. I am surprised nobody has filed a case yet against the cricketer for promoting obscenity. In the past, Shilpa Shetty has not been so lucky when Richard Gere planted a kiss on her cheeks at a public event. The fringe elements have targeted MF Husain, Sania Mirza, Sachin Tendulkar and others.
Unfortunately, India’s political class prefers to remain silent on the subject as the urban kissing in public class is seen as electorally insignificant and perhaps do not even enjoy the support of their parents. Can symbolic actions make a difference? It did in the past when Mahatma Gandhi famously broke the oppressive salt law and embarked on the Dandi march. The nation followed.
Following Narendra Modi’s cue several well-meaning individuals have joined the Swachh Bharat campaign that can only help create more awareness about the subject even if a clean India is a dream that will probably need a few more lifetimes as the Indian affliction of littering and generally spreading garbage is worse than chain smoking. I do, however, have a piece of advice for the kiss of love campaigners.
Some of the visuals are not exactly fit for family viewing given equally aroused TV crews opting for close ups which can only look aesthetically pleasing if shot by trained film directors. Maybe the protests should evolve to convey the same message, perhaps in a more fitting manner: how about kissing a destitute, homeless or stray animal.
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Presently in India, the buzz is about e-retailers such as Flipkart, Amazon.in, Snapdeal, Jabong, Infibeam and many more backed by funders who believe the sure shot route to making more money in the future is by making more losses right now. A few years back there was a similar buzz about airlines in the country. A ticket to Goa was cheaper than taxi fare to the airport.
Most airlines, except Indigo that sells sandwiches at 500% profit mid air, continue to make massive losses. Kingfisher has gone bust. The e-retail mantra is simple, followed by a host of others who have not survived in business — sell cheap, whatever may be the cost, even if the seller goes bust and sinks in a heap of too many goods sold at a discount.
Ultimately, profits will be made as others hopefully will sink earlier. Try to peddle the concept to an Indian housewife, for centuries the most efficient and thrifty global money managers, without splurging on a MBA degree. She will tell you to take an early morning walk in the park to clear your head.
Or assume you have watched Hrithik Roshan’s Bang Bang to momentarily lose your mental bearings after watching such gibberish. The Indian housewife deserves respect — remember she has never gone bust like Lehman Brothers or Vijay Mallya. Until most e-retailers collapse, merge, are acquired or in the very unlikely event of the Indian housewife model of money management being proved wrong, the consumers are having a ball.
Acche Din has already arrived for online buyers, without being promised by the Modi government that is trying hard to deliver similar utopia for the rest of India by creating smart cities with the help of people such as Mark Zukerberg. I Like that.
The list of essentials I buy online has grown manifold over time – from clothes, CD’s, books, shoes to TV, printer, computer, furniture, mobile phone and more. Apart from the money saved, several hassles of usual urban Indian living are conveniently avoided – pollution, road rage, potholed roads, no parking space, traffic jams, fuel costs, among other encumbrances.
I have to drop my kids to school though. No way to e-scape that process. Given the current e-brouhaha, including the Flipkart Big Billon Day sale that crashed before it could be launched resulting in an apology from the bright promoters that sounded like another marketing gimmick, my current state can be described as couch potato cum online purchaser. I watch TV as I e-shop, just as I watch NDTV news on the tread mill, Whatsapp while I work and SMS as I drive.
The future generation is doing better or worse, depending on the way you look at it. My elder daughter, chats, Whatsapps, FB’s, SMS’s and watches Youtube videos while doing her Math homework. Her mom is obviously hysterically paranoid by the developments. No doubt, e-retail is spreading and percolating. The other day our maid told me to order a new cell phone online for her, selling a thousand bucks cheaper than the local market rate.
Adept at using her mobile phone, she is saving up to buy a computer so she can shop on her own, plus listen to music and watch movies. TV serials are passé. Everybody wants to join the e-party except offline retailers, a very powerful and influential group, who are predictably very upset due to loss of business. They have earned their unhappiness the hard way.
After winning a long and bitter battle to prevent international multi-brand majors such as Walmart and Tesco setting up shop in India, the e-retail Tsunami threatens to sweep them away. I believe some of them have complained to Prime Minister Narendra Modi that his “Swachh Bharat” campaign will quickly turn murky if they are not saved from the e-carnage.
“What is the use of cleaning our shops when nobody is going to be visiting us,” some have Tweeted and e-mailed to the PM. Modi, as the country knows by now, reads mails and Tweets in the morning, unlike earlier PM’s like Nehru who read newspapers. I have heard that Manmohan Singh read the papers till late afternoon as there was nothing else to do.
The Indian Kirana store owners are smart though, which is expected. There is no bigger MBA lesson than negotiating with hard-bargaining to the last lemon or onion housewife. The mom & pop store keepers have been quick to sense the price arbitrage opportunity.
Many, I believe are ordering online to stock up their stores. Nobody doubts that the e-commerce boom is here to stay. Competition will weed the right business model I am sure. In the meantime, while shopping and watching TV I have been contemplating an e-start up. First up, I need to find a garage, preferably online. Then, I will hire a housewife. That way, I will never go bust.
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Over-the-top Overseas Indians, an Orgasmic Indian media that swarmed New York and Washington, a slightly jaded Obama does not sum up the whole of Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s official visit cum victory rally to America.
They played their part even as a fasting but furiously paced Modi delivered his demand, demographic dividend, democracy message to his delirious, diehard Non-Resident Indian (NRI), Indian American, Person of Indian Origin (PIO), Overseas Indian fans and followers that like to keep their India connection alive by watching Karan Johar movies, Zee TV serials, consuming Kadi or Rajma Chawal and lately watching Modi at Times Square.
Post-listening to so many Modi speeches do pardon my use of alliterations. It is becoming a hopeful habit. There must be a well paid Modi speech writer tasked with the job, somewhere, someplace. Maybe, I am heard and hired. The NRI’s lustily cheered Modi at Madison Square Garden or MSG that my computer auto-corrects as MSD as I begin to key in MS.
For ladies who do not follow cricket but have been watching Imran Khan’s sit in against Nawaz Sharif in Pakistan, MSD stands for MS Dhoni, India’s cricket captain. At MSG, the audience clapped when Modi walked in, spoke and paused. It did not matter what he said, whether it was Mohanlal or Mohandas or took a water break between other strict only water breaks due to a nine day Navratra fast, which is a considerable achievement, given the abundance of gourmet cuisine all around.
Modi attended banquets in his honor. Anybody could have cheated big time whether the Gods above cursed or not. Try skipping one meal. My voice begins to echo inside my head. Witnessing Modi’s endless energy without food, I believe even President Obama is convinced it maybe be a better idea to do Yoga than play basketball, exercise with dumbbells or brisk walk to a Starbucks close to White House to keep fit. Hugh Jackman was there at MSG. For what, I don’t know.
Even Modi or his speech writers thought he was a Star Wars hero – May the Force be with you is what Modi said with Jackman by his side and the crowd clapped even more. Maybe Hugh has an Indian connection that I do not know about or maybe he had not heard of Modi till a day before, just like Maria Sharapova still does not know who Sachin Tendukar is, even though the great cricketer has probably broken another world record of continuing to endorse the highest number of brands as a retired sportsman. The other day I bought Luminous Inverter batteries.
They have Sachin’s pictures on the sides. Modi was treated like a Rock Star wherever he went. Over the recent past I have witnessed such extreme adulation only from an audience watching a script less Salman Khan film. The viewers laugh at a non-funny joke as Salman has cracked it. The heroine is already in love with Salman before she falls in love with him. The villain dies happily as he is in the same frame as Salman. Modi may not have ushered in a new era in Indo-US relations, which is an ongoing process of collaboration, conflict and consensus — in defense, renewable energy, shale gas or conversely sparring at the WTO or on intellectual property rights.
The visit certainly is a benchmark on how future visits of an Indian PM to America will need to be handled. The new PM has to make sure the economically and patriotically significant Indians abroad are energized, entertained and evoked. Small changes such as the easing of visa norms for PIO’s can make a big difference. The official trip needs to happen within a few months of the new PM coming to power so that the MSG address is an extension of a victory rally in Benaras or any other location in India within the state of Uttar Pradesh. UP is important.
The new PM needs to command a majority in Parliament which cannot be achieved without winning UP with 80 seats in Parliament and beating Mayawati. Anybody who can whip any one of the three grand ladies of Indian politics – Mamata, Mayawati and the jailed, yet still powerful, Jayalalithaa deserves to be PM of India. The new PM cannot be a compromise coalition head like IK Gujral, Deve Gowda or a proxy candidate of the Gandhi family such as Manmohan Singh.
It is unlikely that a feverish India flag waving audience would turn up to listen to an Indian PM who is not an outright winner, barring few officials from both counties and beat correspondents, as part of their daily duty. I do hope the media is treated better though. It was disappointing to witness the strong Indian media contingent struggle for some form of official recognition.
They operated from hotel balconies, pizza corners, Indian eateries, Central Park, entrances, exits and footpaths. Rajdeep Sardesai got roughed up. Right wing fringe Indians believe in violence, rich or poor, whether in India or USA. With Modi’s final victory lap over in USA, hopefully his government will settle down to the tough task of re-building India, heralding acche din for one and all.
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Yes, I am a man. I like to look at breasts and cleavage! You got a problem!!?? I am also a gentleman. I do not stare at women in real life, though I do appreciate beauty when she passes by. I do not pass lewd comments. I do not misbehave. I am not rude, but do not mind a conversation should there be such an occasion – anywhere, coffee shop, beach, airport.
I do try and open the door for a lady, though I often forget, that annoys my wife the most. However, in the privacy of my computer at home I do like to look at women, the way any man sometimes likes to gaze at a woman, Deepika Padukone included.
I like to glare at others too. High on my current hot list are Sunny Leone. “Baby Doll” continues to top the charts of my most played videos. I like Shraddha Kapoor and Anushka Sharma. I have liked Kareena Kapoor and Aishwarya Rai in the past; Pamela Anderson and Cameron Diaz.
I believe this is normal as any number of scientific studies and research has proven, just as it is routine to watch cricket clips involving cricketers such as Sachin Tendulkar taking on top bowlers around the world. Both are pleasurable experiences, appealing to different sensory parts of the body and mind.
When I was a lot younger, my mother used to worry that I had too many friends who were guys. I think she was relieved when she discovered some smutty magazines in my room though she did pretend to be angry when she found them.
Later on in life, my father worried that I had too many friends who were girls. Currently, my wife believes I love gadgets and TV news more than her. That’s the cycle of life.
I do sympathize with Padukone. The last time I felt sorry for her was when she chose Siddharth Mallya as her boyfriend after she broke up with Ranbir Kapoor. Relationships on the rebound are always tricky. Thankfully, Mallya is history though I wish Kingfisher Airlines was not. Their service on the domestic circuit, including the air hostesses, was unmatched.
Playing up DP’s breasts and cleavage by a leading media house was in bad taste, a violation, like a lewd comment. It is always the prerogative of the woman to say that she feels violated and for others to have the sense to back off. For most of us so inclined, there is plenty of DP on display in Finding Fanny that she has been promoting and prompted the latest unwanted attention on her.
She looks simple and ethereal. Goa’s lush landscape and her low cut short dress form part of the natural setting. As a matter of fact, the cat that dies and her cleavage are the two constants in the movie, from beginning to end. The film is average and has been highly overrated.
It is not in the league of Queen or Lunch Box, despite the best efforts of the strong cast, the two C’s and a kiss. Following the latest controversy, should we expect that the cameras and larger media, including mainstream publications with powerful online presence, focusing on the contours of Padukone’s body and other gorgeous actresses like her, are going to step back? It is unlikely.
The paparazzi in India and other parts of the world know too well privacy laws and how to circumvent it. Capturing DP’s cleavage or Kate Middleton’s bums or underwear, are always going fetch a premium price. There is a real market out there, not overhyped valuations like that of e-commerce companies, of perfectly normal men and unfortunately some abnormal men too, who like to observe women closely from their private confines.
There is no problem with this. However, it is important for any society to ruthlessly act against perpetrators of crime such as acid attacks, rape or domestic violence, against women.
It is also important for enabled women such as Padukone to remind us about boundaries and dividing lines, not strictly defined in the legal sense that should not be crossed. The show, however, must go on. It will be a bigger catastrophe if it does not.
This can only happen when women are forced to cover up. This happens tragically in many countries and often in India also due to threats and abuse by right wing fringe elements and some politicians espousing distorted views about the way women should behave, dress, talk and work. That is none of their business.
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