<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639</id><updated>2011-10-26T18:57:24.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Bollywood.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-113134920269625371</id><published>2005-11-06T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:14:59.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Back in his bedroom, Rohit stares at the statue from his shrine and wonders why he is being punished when he has committed no sin. He asks the Lord for strength. After a moment the Lord responds with "The Om Song." Rohit looks outside; "The Om Song" seems to be coming from the shed. When Rohit enters the shed, he sees that the computer is processing a bunch of complicated space scientific information. He plays "The Om Song" on the Fisher Price Octopad, and the tune is repeated back to him by the aliens/computer. Then Rohit plays the radio edit of "The Om Song," which the aliens are also down with. They repeat it back to him, then Rohit and the aliens jam for a little while.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Meanwhile, at the Nescafe, the electricity goes on the fritz. (Do people use that expression any more? Is there a hip new term for "going on the fritz" that I should know about?)&amp;nbsp; As lights flash off and on all around town, Rohit continues to jam with the aliens, while Nisha lies in bed and hugs her pillow. Then the power&amp;nbsp;interruptions hit the Sansui store. Sansui! Sansui! Sansui!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Sonia wakes up, looking startled.&amp;nbsp;I think she was having a bad dream about Sansui. The thunder cracks just outside her wide-open, gusty window. (Don't people in Bollywood movies&amp;nbsp;ever worry about their&amp;nbsp;stuff getting&amp;nbsp;blown all over the place when they leave their windows wide open so the curtains can billow spectacularly?)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sonia gets up, looks for Rohit, then notices the lights and the jamming emanating from the shed. Remembering what happened the last time massive power surges, thundering rain, and surround-sound "Om Song" improvisation&amp;nbsp;all occurred simultaneously,&amp;nbsp;Sonia runs to the shed.&amp;nbsp; She screams at Rohit to stop playing with the octopad and unplugs the computer. Then she smacks Rohit but &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. It's pretty awesome, and I say this as someone who normally hates movie slapping.&amp;nbsp; Rekha displays a veneer of almost imperturbable classiness, but deep within, there's clearly some part of her that longs to kick the living crap out of Hrithik Roshan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;The power goes out all over town; even at Nisha's house. Now how will she hug her pillow? The townspeople run to what I guess is the town square, which is located in a neighborhood that looks strikingly like &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show.cgi?show=25"&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Stars Hollow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;. Inspector Khan and Johnny Lever note that this is no ordinary power cut; even light sources that aren't powered by AC current such as flashlights and candles are being extinguished! In Spectacular View of the Hills #8, gigantic roiling storm clouds loom on the horizon. Also looming is…a hugeass spaceship! It looks surprisingly realistic (or as "realistic" as&amp;nbsp;hypothetical alien spaceships can look), especially considering that most of the sets from the film look like they were stolen from the Kasauli High drama department. The townspeople stare in awe at the unexpectedly high-quality CGI work as it passes overhead, causing light sources of all varieties to flicker below it.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;The power eventually returns, so Nisha and her parents gather around the fire to watch&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;TV news. The newscaster explains that Kasauli residents claim to have seen a UFO, but that no one believes them, especially not those fancy space scientists.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More townspeople gather around the TVs at the Sansui store.&amp;nbsp; If this movie is any indication, Indian newscasts are as plagued by &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://carcino.gen.nz/images/index.php/00b9a680/57cdd8d4"&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;news ticker overuse&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt; as American ones. The Saxenas watch the broadcast at their house, sitting on a couch next to a framed photo of Raj that looks as&amp;nbsp;if it was cut out of &lt;em&gt;Tiger Beat&lt;/em&gt; magazine. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Helicopters hover toward the camera; Inspector Khan sits in one of them, rocking the requisite aviator shades.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;crowd stands stock-still and watches the helicopters pass overhead. Meanwhile, Khan and the other aviator sunglass-wearing bigwigs in the helicopter (including District Magistrate Harbans Saxena) notice a giant scorched circle in the ground below. As they examine the circle more closely, the bigwigs hazard a guess that the giant spaceship-shaped scorch mark in the earth might have been made by the giant spaceship-shaped spaceship that passed overhead last night. One of the bigwigs suddenly comprehends the enormity of the situation, and quickly seizes on the appropriate response:&amp;nbsp; a two day official holiday!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Time for a&amp;nbsp;marching band! And people dressed up like elephants and robots! And some totally creepy-looking clowns on stilts. Seriously, one of them looks like he has blood dripping all over his face. Rohit's friends scooter up to his house, dressed equally bizarrely. One of the girls is wearing a giant lampshade that covers the entirety of her head, while another one is dressed as a bunch of fluorescently-colored grapes. Rohit asks what the hell is going on, and Bittu explains that there's a carnival at Mall Road,&amp;nbsp;and that&amp;nbsp;people are dressed up like aliens. The residents of Kasauli are certainly putting a much more festive spin on the&amp;nbsp;extraterrestrial&amp;nbsp;landing&amp;nbsp;than I would have expected. Rohit goes inside to put together his alien costume, which consists of a poncho and an earthenware pot with a face drawn on it. Sonia hears him putting together his half-assed alien costume and comes out to ask him what he's doing. He explains that he's going to the carnival dressed as an alien, but Sonia tells him firmly that he's not allowed to go, because he's "different." Outside, the kids overhear the argument and run away.&amp;nbsp; Apparently they're also familar with Rekha's scary violent side.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-8.html"&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Part 8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-10.html"&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana&gt;Part 10&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-113134920269625371?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113134920269625371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=113134920269625371&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/113134920269625371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/113134920269625371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/koi-mil-gaya-part-9.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 9'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112847263380794434</id><published>2005-10-04T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:42:38.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Nisha, now dressed in formalwear, covers Rohit's head with her scarf and asks him how meeting her makes him feel. Rohit sings that he'll whisper the answer in her ear if she comes closer, but Nisha runs away from him. As she runs away from him, she explains that she is not heeding his request to come closer. When Nisha is finished with her &lt;a href="http://www.sesameworkshop.org/parents/activity/article.php?contentId=14963&amp;"&gt;Grover&lt;/a&gt; impression, Rohit sings about meeting an unnamed person again, then Nisha plays peek-a-boo with her bangles and does some bharatnatyam-esque dance moves. Rohit plays peek-a-boo too, but can't keep up with Nisha's mad bharatnatyam skillz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Rohit, now dressed in a blazer, rows Nisha across a lake. He docks his boat, the S.S. Goodsirs, at the bank of the lake, reenacts a Coke commercial, then taunts Nisha with false promises of a cookie. Nisha, pissed at the cookie-taunting, leaves in a huff, so Rohit follows her, offers her the cookie, and sings that when Nisha is with him, she is close to him. Justifiably unimpressed by these sentiments, Nisha continues to walk away, but Rohit salvages the date by explaining that even when she's not with him, she's close to him. About to bite into the cookie, Nisha pauses, singing that "There can't be a realization like this one." She rewards Rohit for his unprecedented realization by giving him back the cookie, tapping him on the nose, and adjusting his tie. I'm totally not understanding the dynamic between these two at all. Is Nisha is girlfriend or his mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Rohit does one of his spazzy dances as he sings that he doesn't understand what's happening, either. Nisha demands that he must understand, he must (!), shoves him, grabs him by the tie, then dances all sexy-like next to him. I think this song is supposed to illustrate the confusion of late-onset puberty. Rohit and Nisha do the "I've found someone, but I'm not going to explain who he or she is" dance, then Rohit escorts Nisha through a gigantic field of grass as the song fades out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Cut to Rohit, asleep at his computer. I should have known that that song was too vague to be anything but a fantasy sequence. Sonia calls Rohit in to dinner as the computer equipment shoots off giant sparks of foreshadowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Basketball court. Raj makes a shot, putting the Kasauli Tigers ahead of the Blue Bulls. (I know there's a joke to be made right here, but the possibilities are just too overwhelming.) Nisha, wearing a yellow Tigers cap and some hot pink whiskered jeans, cheers, then spots Rohit across the court and beckons for him to join her. Rohit steps over a Honda billboard and walks directly across the basketball court, where Raj crashes into him mid-play. Rohit apologizes, but Raj raises his fist to punch him and exclaims, "Djjjdshsht!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Fortunately, Nisha steps in and escorts Rohit off the court as the announcer explains to the crowd that a beautiful girl is walking away with the boy, and that he's not sure which story to narrate. I think it would be awesome if I went to a basketball game and the announcer started giving color commentary on some random date that was going on in the stands. Unfortunately, the announcer seems to disagree, and instead narrates that the Blue Bulls have stolen the ballonce (?) from Raj and tied up the score. As the seconds tick down, Rohit offers Nisha some Lays potato chips, Nisha ignores him and cheers for the Tigers, the subtitles announce that Raj Saxena has scored the winning basket, then five seconds later Raj Saxena scores the winning basket. Raj hangs from the basket and showboats as Nisha hops around, clapping dorkily and screaming, "YAAAAAY!" As Raj accepts the (Honda) Hero Cup on behalf of his team, Rohit observes Nisha's teenybopper-like fawning, sighs, and looks away sadly. Hell, I'm not even in love with Nisha, and I can hardly bear to look at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Later that night, Rohit practices basketball in the darkened gym. The stadium lights ignite one-by-one. A moment later, Raj walks onto the court with his gang, attempting to look as menacing as is possible when sporting a popped collar, Elvis hair, and a shiny, skintight plastic shirt decorated with a print resembling turkey feathers. I wish people dressed like Raj at my gym. Raj asks Rohit what he's doing there; Rohit tells him he wants to become a basketball champion like Raj, so everyone will clap for him. Raj offers to teach Rohit basketball, but the offer is punctuated by a threatening, thunderclap-like noise that I believe is meant to indicate that the lesson will involve humiliating Rohit in some manner. (Sorry if I ruined the surprise.) Raj and his friends form a circle around Rohit and pass the ball around him, then peg him in the face with it. Raj apologizes, but Rohit tells him it's ok. They hurl the basketball at Rohit's head a few more times, knocking Rohit's glasses off and making him cry. They stop to point and laugh for a moment, then resume whipping the ball at Rohit's head, as Rohit inexplicably stands there and takes it. Finally, Raj hands Rohit his glasses, warns him not to try to compete with him for Nisha, then heads off to his Thanksgiving Elvis disco party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/koi-mil-gaya-part-9.html"&gt;Part 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112847263380794434?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112847263380794434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112847263380794434&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112847263380794434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112847263380794434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-8.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 8'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112847233492233586</id><published>2005-10-04T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:16:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rohit's shed. Rohit and Nisha dust off the computer and plug it in. When Nisha notices the swirling galaxy displayed on the two-color monitor, Rohit explains that his father was a scientist who used the computer to talk to the people in the stars. Nisha peers at the screen, which flashes the words, "PRESS 'ENTER' TO CONTINUE." She reads aloud, "PRESS 'ENTER' TO CONTINUE," then exclaims, "Enter!" as she presses the "Enter" button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The computer flashes a new screen divided into four quadrants that contain complicated space-scientific information. Nisha spots a flashing message at the bottom of the screen and reads aloud, "Press Key B." She presses "B" on the keyboard, but nothing happens. Rohit points out that there is also a button on the Fisher Price Octopad labeled "B." He connects the octopad to the computer and presses "B." The computer plays the first note of "The Om Song." Surprised, Nisha and Rohit stare at each other, then notice that the message on the screen has changed to "Press Key C." Rohit presses "C," then plays "F" when prompted. He recognizes the tune from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the days when he looked like Shah Rukh Khan and played piano with Sonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;, so he plays the rest for Nisha. Nisha asks him to teach her the song, so he goes through it again, placing her finger on each of the buttons. As "The Om Song" echoes eerily around them, they shove each other playfully and laugh uproariously. Maybe they're thinking about that hilarious time when they skipped in a circle around some tall objects. Song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rohit and Nisha ride Rohit's new bike over a bridge beside a beautiful lake. As Rohit plays Cat's Cradle, Nisha sings that her dreams and desires now have a face, and that her life has a purpose, because koi mil gaya (she has found someone). Rohit, echoing my thoughts, inquires about who she has mil gaya'd. Nisha replies that koi mil gaya. Ok, then. They share a bizarre moment that I will attempt to describe and interpret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rohit: "Oh ho ho ho ho ho!" [walks over to Nisha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that you are referring to me, but are too shy to express your affection explicitly!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nisha: "Oh ho ho ho ho ho!" [shoves Rohit's forehead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, someone seems to think quite highly of himself!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[places hand to forehead, scans horizon, waggles thumb for several seconds, then points to herself]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still looking for a man who does not have three thumbs. I'm actually pretty superficial.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rohit and Nisha: [look at each other, nod, and sigh ] "Oh, ho-ho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rohit presents Nisha with some daisies and points out that they have met several times before, but that today, he suddenly feels that he's found someone. He shows Nisha how to do the flying bird dance from the first song, then Nisha practices it. Nisha shimmies her hips and asks Rohit who he has found; Rohit is similarly evasive, but does not make use of elaborate hand gestures. They sketch each other in front of a farmhouse, accompanied by dramatic choral music reminiscent of the Mike and the Mechanics hit "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/mike-&amp;amp;-the-mechanics/93565.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Living Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-6.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Part 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-8.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Part 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112847233492233586?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112847233492233586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112847233492233586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112847233492233586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112847233492233586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-7.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 7'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112781037197469282</id><published>2005-09-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:36:07.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;Rohit does some fancy wire-assisted dance moves and sings that he's breaking free.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So then how does he plan on performing his fancy wire-assisted dance moves?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He slips and falls on his ass.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See, I knew he should have stuck with the wires.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha offers him her hand, then they dance around in the rain in front of a Sansui sign.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now Nisha's breaking free!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And pointing!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Nisha do a marionette-like dance, then some badly-dubbed tapdancing, then jump in a puddle of mud.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As they sing about how much fun they're having, they dance around a pole, but not like strippers.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next they dance around a tree, meet in front of the tree, do their supercool handshake, then erupt into hysterical laughter.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had no idea dancing in circles around tall objects could be so hilarious.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit fiddles around with his suspenders, then skips down the street with Nisha.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While Rohit does some more fancy wire-dancing, Nisha does some similar but less fancy non-wire dancing behind him.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if she wishes she'd downed a few Bacardi and Cokes at the club so she could defy the laws of physics via invisible wires like drunk-ass Rohit.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit does a backflip and falls on his ass again.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They head over to the Nescafe, where Rohit does a short but entertainingly spastic dance routine and then leaps on a chair, toppling it over.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Rohit sits down and does some chair-dancing, Nisha and Rohit impersonate tornadoes, then do a pee-pee dance.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha asks Rohit what makes him so innocent; Rohit hands her a flower and explains that it's because Nisha is so sweet.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As they continue to rob the florist, Nisha asks Rohit what makes her so sweet.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit responds, "Why should I tell you?"&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha has no further questions.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit pushes Nisha down the street in the flower cart, Nisha tosses flowers into the air.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The florist is going to be pissed tomorrow morning.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully Rohit can smooth things over later with a wad of gum, a "SORRY ROHIT" note, several zany misunderstandings, and a heart-wrenching speech from his mother.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The flower cart topples over, giving Nisha an opportunity to emerge adorably from the wreckage, flowers poking askew out of her hair.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aw, I guess all the floral robbery and destruction was worth it for that moment of super-cuteness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As she sings again about breaking free, Nisha slides down the playground slide.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For some reason the verse is punctuated with a whip-cracking sound effect.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is there some sort of bondage subtext that I'm missing here?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit does the marionette dance again, then falls on his face for a change.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He asks Nisha what she's done to him, she laughs, then they lie down on some sort of retaining wall as the song fades out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Johnny Lever stands outside his house and throws rocks through his windows.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sonia approaches and politely asks what the hell is wrong with him.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Johnny Lever explains that he got used to the breeze and sunlight from the broken windows and felt suffocated after he fixed them, because Rohit was too busy getting drunk and tapdancing to re-break them.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sonia suggests that he open the windows instead of breaking them.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Johnny Lever appears stunned at the simple brilliance of the idea, then rants nonsensically some more.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sonia shakes her head and gives him the "You are a total assclown" look.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad Sonia is here to express facially what all of us are thinking.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rohit hangs out by a lake with his friends, who ask him if Nisha is his girlfriend.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The boys ask if she really gave him a cycle, took him to a club, and dropped him at home. One of the girls gets to the point and asks Rohit if she kissed him goodnight.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says no, and the girl explains that they can only become boyfriend and girlfriend when they exchange kisses.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if she learned that from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The boys ask what Rohit should do; the girl says that according to her mother, men are idiots who never seem to understand that they should further their friendship before trying to get into the girlfriend-boyfriend thing.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It sounds like her mother has had some bad experiences on the Kasauli dating scene.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe she went out with &lt;a href="http://delhi.craigslist.org/m4w/96586144.html"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;. Bittu suggests that Rohit give Nisha a present, but Rohit points out that he only gets one rupee a day from his mom.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The girl suggests that Rohit get Nisha a rose.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Are roses really cheap, or does everyone in this town just steal from the florist whenever they feel like it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nisha's house. Nisha skips downstairs in a dress that looks like it was made out of some drapes by Julie Andrews.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her father reminds her about "the boy whose mind is like a child's" and shows her an article about people like him that he found online and printed out for her.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;According to the article, people like Rohit should be given love and sympathy.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if Nisha's dad found the article in &lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;i&gt;New England&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;i&gt; Journal of Things That Ought to Be Completely Obvious to Any Rational Human Being.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha flips through the article as she glances outside, where she&lt;span&gt; notices &lt;/span&gt;Rohit pacing behind the fence, holding a rose up in the air.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She invites him over, and he gives her the rose.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha thanks him and kisses him on the cheek, embarrassing Rohit.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He explains shyly that his friends told him that exchanging kisses means they are boyfriend and girlfriend.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha brightly tells him that yes, she's his girlfriend.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, that was easy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;Nisha's father calls her inside, so she invites Rohit in to meet her parents.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit takes a seat, and Nisha asks him what he wants to drink.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks for Bournevita, then delivers a short speech about why everyone should drink Bournevita that serves no purpose except to indicate to Nisha's parents that Rohit is an innocent man-child of the type described in the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;NEJTTOBCOARHB&lt;/span&gt; article.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha's father gets a call from the District Magistrate and tells Nisha to save his page on the computer while he takes the call.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nisha sits down at the computer and punches in some commands that seem more involved than Ctrl-S, then offers to teach Rohit about computers.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Excited, Rohit invites her over to his house to see the computer his father built. Nisha agrees, but unless she wants to play "&lt;a href="http://www.thelegacy.de/Museum/2428/"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/a&gt;" or talk to aliens, I have a feeling she's going to be pretty disappointed with Rohit's computer setup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/koi-mil-gaya-part-7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112781037197469282?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112781037197469282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112781037197469282&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112781037197469282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112781037197469282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-6.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 6'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112720365069200104</id><published>2005-09-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:48:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Nisha gets her hair blow-dried at a salon, having presumably paid top dollar for a specialized raita-removal treatment, she mutters angrily under her breath about what she’s going to do to Rohit when she gets a hold of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet her hairdresser must think she’s pretty loony, what with all the angry muttering and unnecessary hair appointments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe she’s used to high-maintenance 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner models.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit scoots into town; he notices Nisha’s jeep and then spots her at the salon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After thinking for a moment, he tears out a sheet of paper from his notebook, writes “SORRY ROHIT,” and draws a smiley face below it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tries to leave the note on the dashboard of the jeep, but it slides off, so he pulls out a wad of chewing gum and sticks it on the seat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seconds before he can affix the note to the seat, Raj bursts out of nowhere and demands an explanation.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit explains that he was just saying sorry, but Raj’s friend points out the chewing gum on Nisha’s seat, a sure sign of tomfoolery and/or monkey business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the salon, Nisha notices the commotion and rushes outside, explaining to Raj that Rohit is the boy who tricked her into driving him to the movies and then spilled food on her head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raj informs her of Rohit’s latest and even more dastardly plan to put chewing gum in her hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera cuts to a dramatic close-up shot of the gum, punctuated by a burst of &lt;i style=""&gt;Psycho&lt;/i&gt;-style threatening incidental music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Incensed, Nisha demands that they take Rohit to the police, but Raj’s friend, probably wary of a fruitless courtroom battle to convict Rohit of “Assault With Some Gum,” suggests that they let him go. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Raj glares at Rohit, makes a kissing noise, and tells him to leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit pauses for a moment, probably wondering what’s up with the air-kiss, then begins to walk away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nisha shrilly asks Raj why he’s letting Rohit go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps Raj feels that Nisha is a grown woman and is capable of resolving her own disagreements in a calm and reasonable manner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe he’s planning to trap Rohit in the middle of a ring of rapidly-circling dirtbikes and beat him up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It turns out to be the latter explanation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the dirtbikers encircle Rohit, they run over his apology note and then shove him around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Schoolbooks hit the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit shouts that he was only trying to say sorry, then gets clocked in the back of the head by a dirtbiker before he can explain that he was simply using the gum as a makeshift adhesive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s friend Bittu pulls up on his scooter, sees Rohit lying on the ground in the center of the dirtbike circle, then takes off on his scooter again, looking determined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, the bikers run over Rohit’s scooter, smashing it to pieces, as Rohit looks on tearfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the crowd has dispersed, Bittu finally finds Sonia. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He brings her outside and points out Rohit, still sitting on the ground, clutching the remains of his scooter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, none of the pieces seem bent, broken, or even dirty, so maybe the scooter can be repaired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Sonia and Bittu approach a crying, humiliated Rohit, Sonia notices the scrap of notebook paper on the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meanwhile, at an outdoor café sponsored by Nescafe (Cha-ching!), Raj and Nisha flirt with each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they and their band of ruffians gloat over Rohit’s humiliation, Nisha says in a loud and clearly-enunciated voice that Rohit deserves his punishment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, Sonia pipes up from several yards behind her, “No, he deserves to be amongst you!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After delivering a heartfelt speech about how Rohit is an innocent man-child, she holds up the crumpled note and explains that Rohit was just trying to apologize for his actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that she doesn’t blame Nisha for her behavior because she’s new in town, but scolds Raj, who used to be Rohit’s classmate and should know better than to encircle him with dirtbikes and trash his scooter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can understand why everyone else in the café would want to eavesdrop on Sonia’s dramatic monologue, but you would think they would at least attempt to look preoccupied, rather than standing stock-still and staring raptly at her for the entirety of the speech.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That just seems kind of rude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia explains that while Raj grew up and progressed through school like a normal kid, Rohit was left behind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She declares that she doesn’t regret Rohit’s condition, because if being normal means being a total assclown like Raj, then she’s glad that Rohit is abnormal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t actually use the term “total assclown,” but it's there in the withering “You are a total assclown” stare she shoots Raj.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tosses the note on the floor and storms away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chastened, Nisha stares at the note, focusing in on a tight close-up shot of it in order to wring every last drop of pathos out of its crumpled, childlike innocence.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Later, at Rohit’s school, Nisha hides behind a pillar and observes Rohit hanging with the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; standard-ers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she watches, Rohit enters a classroom, and the instructor asks him what he’s doing in the computer class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another kid tells the instructor that Rohit is taking the computer class as one of his electives, but the instructor yells at the kid to shut up and take a seat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, who does that kid think he is, the registrar? Rohit explains that he wants to learn about computers, but the instructor tells him that you need brains to study computers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But apparently not open-mindedness or tact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says that he wants to emulate his dead father the supercomputer genius, but the instructor is unmoved by all the chitchat about dead parents, and tells him to get out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Nisha stares, Rohit slowly leaves the classroom; she opens her mouth to call after him, but instead watches him walk dejectedly outside, where he contemplates Spectacular View of the Hills #7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit gazes at the sky, a choral version of “The Om Song” plays, serving as a helpful reminder of all the freaky shit that happened at the beginning of the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s nice to know they’re not planning to abandon that whole subplot about the aliens.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When Rohit arrives home, he notices a new red bike in front of his house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He exclaims “&lt;st1:place&gt;Avon&lt;/st1:place&gt; cycle!” rings the bell, which makes a pleasant “Cha-ching!” sound, and calls his mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks if the bike is for him, thanks her for it, and reiterates that it is an Avon cycle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Cha-ching.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia tells him to thank Nisha, because she’s the one who brought it for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nisha emerges smiling from behind the doorway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit glares angrily at Nisha and tells her he doesn’t want the bike, then rushes inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nisha follows him to the back of the house and tries to explain herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She apologizes and tells him that Raj, Monty, and the others will apologize, too, and will never bother him again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who the hell is Monty?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks Nisha what will happen if the boys do bother him, and she tells him that she and Rohit will beat them up together, because now they are friends! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As appears to be &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-5.html"&gt;the fashion&lt;/a&gt; among Indian movie youths, they seal their friendship with a supercool handshake. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Later at the disco, Raj shakes Rohit’s hand and apologizes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other ruffians also apologize, while the girls just say, “Hi!” because they took no part in the dirtbike-facilitated bullying.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Nisha and Raj excuse themselves to the dance floor, where Nisha shimmies around in her nightgown while Raj dances dorkily with lots of deep knee bends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A girl with a spangly top and big glasses asks Rohit to dance, but Rohit tells her he doesn’t know how to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that he just has to hold her body closely and sway, then she holds his body closely and sways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit backs away nervously and tells her he’s not interested.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She notices that he’s sweating and tells him to have a Coke (Cha-ching!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the ruffians (is it Monty?) orders a Coke (I think I'm going to stop Cha-chinging soon) and pours a clear substance into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The girl gives it to Rohit and assures him that it will help get rid of his fear and make him stop sweating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She forcibly pours some down his throat, but he pushes it away and tells her it tastes nasty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the dance floor, Nisha notices the commotion and appears concerned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the pushy girl pours more of the drink down Rohit’s throat, Nisha marches over, smells the drink, and scolds her for giving Rohit liquor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, so it's liquor. The guy who might be Monty gets in a plug for Bacardi ($$$!) and tells Nisha that Rohit’s not a kid anymore, and that it won’t hurt him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nisha lectures them some more and says she’s leaving with Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She turns around, but Rohit has already gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;She goes outside, where Rohit is stumbling around town, already plastered from his swig of Bacardi (How about some “Cha-ching!” for me, Bacardi?) and Coke (Seriously, do you know how much graduate students make?). [Oddly enough, Bacardi is in the Microsoft Word dictionary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So is Budweiser, but Absolut gets the red squiggly line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess Microsoft is getting in on the “Cha-ching!” action, too.  However,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Cha-ching!” does not appear to be in their dictionary.]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;It starts to rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a vaguely Chilean-sounding flute theme starts up, Rohit jumps around in the rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He notices Nisha, waves hello, and beckons for her to join him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112720365069200104?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112720365069200104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112720365069200104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112720365069200104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112720365069200104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-5.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 5'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112659827827390485</id><published>2005-09-13T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:17:20.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Cut to a close-up shot of the interior of a jeep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perched atop the seat/dashboard is a pair of platform-sandal-clad legs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera pans up the legs to reveal a yellow-miniskirted ass, then further up to the back of a woman’s head, which is admiring Spectacular View of the Hills #5.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman calls out “HELLO!” across the hills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As her “HELLO!” echoes across the landscape, the woman spins around, tossing her hair, shampoo-model style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s Preity Zinta!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, facing Spectacular View of the Hills #6, she spins around shampoo-model style again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she hops back in her jeep and zooms around the hills.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, in town, Rohit and his friends hang out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Sikh kid expresses his excitement about the three-and-a-half-hour movie that they will be viewing shortly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bus arrives, then starts to pull away two seconds later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids chase frantically behind it, then give up, looking pissed as the bus drives off without them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In case we couldn’t piece together the complex events of the last ten seconds, the Sikh kid explains that they have missed the bus and will therefore miss the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just then, Preity Zinta pulls up in her jeep, looking confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells Rohit that she’s new in town, and asks him where Shanti Villa is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit points in one direction, but the kids tell him to point in the opposite direction so they can hitch a ride to the movie.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Everyone hops in the jeep, and Preity introduces herself as Nisha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they drive, she asks Rohit what people do in town at night, and Rohit says, “Sleep.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks if there are any discos, and Rohit explains that there are, but that children aren’t allowed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like me, Nisha seems slightly confused about the fact that Rohit is clearly in his 20s but is seemingly unaware of his own age.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they reach the movie theater, the kids and Rohit reveal their devious plan to go to the cinema, rather than Shanti Villa. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As they abandon Nisha, Rohit and the kids tell her, “Thanks, Aunty!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Angry at his trickery and impudent use of the term “Aunty,” Nisha yells at Rohit, who makes fun of her waggly nose, then runs away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nisha exclaims, “How dare you!” and smacks the dashboard indignantly.  Hell hath no fury like a waggly nose scorned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At home Rohit’s mother scolds him for tricking Nisha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She reminds Rohit of the Gita's message that God helps those who help others, and she tells him to apologize to the girl the next time he sees her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit notices Sonia cleaning the PET supercomputer and asks her what it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She explains that his father built it and used it to communicate with the beings in the stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprised, Rohit asks her if there are really beings living in outer space, then opens a window and peers up at the sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that he can’t see anything, but Sonia replies that there are things that exist that we can’t see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are also things that exist that we can see, like PET supercomputers capable of communicating with aliens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You would think that Sonia would at least try to sell those kinds of things for vast amounts of money on Ebay, since she doesn’t seem the least bit curious about using them herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s friends hide behind a tree outside Rohit’s shed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They whistle to get his attention, then whisper, “Party!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to the Saxenas’ house, where the Saxenas and the Malhotras are laughing uproariously at the hilarious joke that Harbans has just made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  I wonder if it was that Aristocrats joke that everyone's talking about.  &lt;/span&gt;Raj wears a powder blue polyester suit that looks strikingly like the one my four-year-old brother wore to my aunt’s wedding in 1981.&lt;span style=""&gt;  As &lt;/span&gt;Nisha and Raj flirt, a guy who looks like Lionel Ritchie plays a tune on the flute with his band.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lionel Ritchie’s band seems to specialize in the sort of carnival music that typically accompanies wacky hijinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Rohit and the kids peer mischievously over a wooden fence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raj introduces Nisha to his friends, one of whom is named Kimmy and is not his girlfriend, while the Sikh kid and another kid load up their plates with food and wisely ignore Johnny Lever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They pass the food under the table to Rohit, then return for a second helping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks the Sikh kid, whose name is Bittu, for more food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bittu sees Nisha coming and runs away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nisha, who is wearing an ugly-ass stole that looks like it’s made from dozens of rabbit tails sewn together, tells Kimmy that she thinks they should just let the boys keep drinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That will probably work out well; Raj doesn’t seem like he would be a mean drunk at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit calls again for Bittu, then sticks his arm out from under the table and grabs Nisha’s leg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nisha looks under the table and sees Rohit, who stands up, surprised, bashing into the table and knocking a container of raita over onto Nisha’s head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit runs away, still wearing the tablecloth, while Nisha shrieks and tries to wipe the raita out of her hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet Harbans is glad he went with Lionel Ritchie and the Wacky Hijinks Band for his party music instead of something more formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112659827827390485?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112659827827390485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112659827827390485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112659827827390485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112659827827390485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-4.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 4'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112599170468038290</id><published>2005-09-06T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:02:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;A group of guys on dirtbikes approach a bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Rohit and his scooter gang approach from the other side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both groups appear to be ignoring the lane marker in the center of the road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I foresee a potential conflict! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the two gangs reach the bridge, each taking up the entire width of the road, the leader of the dirtbike gang raises his visor and gestures dismissively for Rohit to back off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After checking with his friends, Rohit shakes his head and stands his ground sheepishly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dirtbike gang leader (who appears to have some kind of “Hello, my name is ____” sticker on his leather motorcycle jacket that I unfortunately can’t decipher) points out that Rohit is six feet tall and hanging out with a bunch of two foot tall kids. Tall people associating with the short? How can he allow such shenanigans to occur? He asks Rohit if he has no shame, then tells him to move. Rohit continues to stand his ground, so the dirtbike gang leader, Raj, removes his helmet and twirls it villainously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Sikh kid next to Rohit, apparently uncowed by the sight of a villainously twirled helmet, tells Rohit that they need to give these dogs a shot, because they’re barking too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit replies, “Ah yes, the formula number.” The kid on Rohit's other side continues the string of incomprehensible banter by saying “-320.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe they’re going to resolve this disagreement with some kind of math/veterinary competition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raj and company stride &lt;i style=""&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/i&gt;-style over to Rohit and the scooter gang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they draw close, Rohit and his friends pop wheelies, strategically hitting the dirtbikers in the crotch with their scooters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I see, it’s the dog-sedative-formula-number-negative-320-scooter-in-the-crotch strategy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit scoots past Raj over the bridge and knocks over a few dirtbikes in the process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the children beat up on a few of the dirtbikers, the remaining three chase after Rohit, who approaches a closed gate with a stop sign on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, his scooter has a retractable handle, allowing him to duck under the gate, which dirtbiker #1 smashes into.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dirtbikers #2 and #3 jump the gate and follow Rohit into town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet right now they’re pretty pissed that they bought dirtbikes lacking even the minimal acceleration power needed to overtake a push scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh no, Rohit’s going to run into the pretty cart of flowers being pushed by a random townswoman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No wait, he just jumped over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Raj and his companion ride into town, a police jeep rolls into the path of the dirtbikes, blocking their access to Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit gloats and kisses his Razor scooter as Raj, now unable to beat up Rohit, decides instead to point at him really emphatically.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Johnny Lever and a taller guy wearing matching olive green uniforms and blue berets get out of the jeep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are they UN peacekeepers?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea. The tall guy asks Raj where they’re going in such a hurry as Johnny Lever blurts out that they’re in a “No-Entry” zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raj explains that Rohit knocked their bikes down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tall guy tells Johnny Lever, a.k.a. Sukhwani, to give Raj a ticket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raj cockily tells the tall guy that perhaps he’s not aware of who he’s speaking to, but the tall guy interrupts, “I know you’re Raj, the District Magistrate Harbans Saxena’s son.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Sukhwani to double the fine and to “have this news splashed in the local newspapers.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What paper wouldn't be excited to run a juicy story like “Harbans Saxena’s Son Raj Rides Dirtbike into No-Entry Area?” The tall UN peacekeeper tells Raj that when Inspector Khan is in charge, no one can take things for granted; not the District Magistrate’s son, or even the District Magistrate himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe Inspector Khan should just narrate the rest of the movie himself in his helpfully expository manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    A house with yet another spectacular view of the hills.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Outside, some guy named Colonel Malhotra greets the owner of the house, a man named Harbans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I assume that Harbans is District Magistrate Harbans Saxena, but I don’t want to take things for granted, in case Inspector Khan is still in charge. He might get mad at me for taking things for granted and then make the local newspaper publish a story about it. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Colonel and the (probable) Magistrate insult each other playfully, then explain to each other that they are good friends who have retired and decided to spend the rest of their days as neighbors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Given that they both ended up in the same town, I assume they must have had a similar conversation several months ago, but I guess it’s always good to make sure you’re on the same page.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harbans tells Colonel Malhotra and his wife that they’re going to have a party at their bungalow to celebrate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then he asks them about their tiny little girl, and Colonel Malhotra’s wife explains that their tiny little girl is all grown up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harbans appears surprised by this development, and his wife asks where the grown-up girl is now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess the last time they met, they were too busy making vague, unconfirmed retirement plans to ask about the kids, and whether they too had experienced the passage of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112599170468038290?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112599170468038290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112599170468038290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112599170468038290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112599170468038290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-3.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 3'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112599003734658049</id><published>2005-09-05T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:03:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sonia, staring out a window at a spectacular view of the hills, explains that after Sanjay died, she had no support in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, so she returned home with her young son, Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bearded man tells her that he now understands the whole case history, then examines some X-rays of Rohit’s brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that a portion of Rohit’s brain was damaged in the car accident, and explains that “that’s why he doesn’t have a normal mental growth and is weak in studies.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor tells Sonia that even though Rohit is eight, he has the brain of a 2-and-a-half-year old, and that even as an adult, Rohit’s mental abilities will be stunted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia gravely asks if there’s any treatment, and the doctor says that surgery may be possible, but that the chances are very bleak, and the surgery could result in paralysis or death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia tells him that she can’t risk losing Rohit, and vetoes the surgery. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonia goes home to ruminate and play “The Om Song” on her electronic keyboard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eight-year-old Rohit, looking like a young Shah Rukh Khan, comes over and tries to repeat the tune.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He smiles at his mother, who gives him a hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later, Rohit plays cricket with a bunch of kids and accidentally hits the ball through Johnny Lever’s window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Johnny Lever yells at him angrily, then shuts the window and leaves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seconds later, another window pane breaks, so Johnny Lever returns to yell some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s now wearing a blue beret and looking a bit grayer, but is still as hilarious as before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which is to say, not hilarious at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit, who is now Hrithik-aged, turns around, flashes him a toothy smile, and apologizes, but Johnny Lever rushes outside to continue delivering his angry rant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells him he’ll fix all the windows when he grows up, but Johnny Lever points out that he’s already pretty grown up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s friends, a group of children who are all about 10 years old, defend him and tell Johnny Lever that they’ll get the windows replaced, as soon as he gives them 500 bucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Johnny Lever spazzes out some more and then goes inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is this supposed to be a dramatic role, or is the comedy just so unfunny that it's undetectable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;First day of school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia packs Rohit’s backpack while Rohit prays that he will do well in the seventh standard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He notices that his mother is putting his old sixth standard books in his backpack, so Sonia tells him nervously that he received failing grades and will not be going to the seventh standard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that some people frown upon &lt;a href="http://www.ncrel.org/sdrs/areas/issues/students/atrisk/at800.htm"&gt;social promotion&lt;/a&gt;, but Rohit's school district is definitely taking that philosophy to another level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit grows upset and declares that he’s never going to school again, then storms away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia assures him that if he studies hard, he will pass, but Rohit worries that the new students will tease him and call him a “tall stick.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, in that case, bullying shouldn’t be much of a problem; Rohit could open a dictionary at random and come up with a less lame insult than “tall stick.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here, wait, let me try.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Um, how about “nymphomaniac/nymphomane?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I could only find a French-English dictionary.)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok, maybe it's not the wittiest retort ever, but least it’s better than “tall stick.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonia visits the principal to request a promotion for Rohit, but he tells her that Rohit should be at a special school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia explains that there’s no such school nearby, and that she’s working on getting him transferred to a school in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks for just one year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal tells her that advancing Rohit a year won’t help him in any way, but Sonia, starting to cry, pleads that she knows that Rohit will never become what she or his father had hoped he would become, and requests that it be done, if only for the sake of Rohit’s happiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal, swayed by the fact that Rekha just emoted the shit out of her monologue, finally relents.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Math class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher asks the class an algebra question (for the algebra fans:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if x=12 and y=8, what is x + 3y?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit does some calculations, then raises his hand excitedly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher asks Rohit to show him the answer, so Rohit gets up and hands him his notebook.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher praises him for getting the right answer and tells him that he should raise his hand more often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is the teacher planning to tell the rest of the class the answer, or is it just going to be a secret between Rohit and himself?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;After class, Rohit zooms around in the mountains on a Razor scooter with a bunch of kids. They stop at a bridge to admire some computer-generated birds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit sings that the sight of birds awakens a desire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if Sonia has given him the talk about the CGI birds and the bees yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and the kids cross the bridge and then balance single-file on a railroad track. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the kids stumbles onto the tracks, so they decide to have a dance party in the middle of the railroad tracks for a couple minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, they notice a train coming and run away before a &lt;a href="http://www.stomptokyo.com/movies/fried-green-tomatoes.html"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-type incident can occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;A schoolgirl with an unusually disembodied singing voice points to the summit of a nearby mountain and asks Rohit how they will fly so high without any wings.  Well, they could smoke some crack.  Instead, they flap their arms like birds, then skip around in a circle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They huddle together to make some kind of pledge, but the subtitles cut out, so I have no idea what they’re pledging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully they’re pledging to say no to drugs, and say yes to manic bird-like flapping gestures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly, everyone's in their play clothes, having a tug-of-war match.  Rohit competes against everyone else, as Sonia watches from the sidelines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids let go, and Rohit falls to the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit looks angry for a second, but his mother smiles reassuringly, so he gets up and sings that a day will surely come when everyone will want to shake hands with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that’s kind of a boring goal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All he needs for that dream to come true is some really good hand moisturizer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh wait, I think he’s talking about his extra thumb.  I guess some people might be a little weirded out by that, even if his skin is really supple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids line up to shake hands with Rohit, then Sonia kisses his hand, so we get a nice close-up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenstation.com/gallery/hrithik_roshan/hrithik10"&gt;Thumbtastic!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonia sings to Rohit that happiness will embrace him.  She predicts that his life will change one day, when the skies bow at his feet, and there is no one else like him around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It kind of sounds like she’s talking about the apocalypse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit blindfolds his mother, then they play a game with the other kids that looks like “Marco Polo” on land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know the name of the game, so I’m just going to call it “Lewis and Clark.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia chases after the kids and finally catches a little girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She takes off her blindfold and sees that everyone else has abandoned her on their scooters, leaving Sonia stuck with the two girls who apparently missed out on the Razor scooter craze of 2003.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have liked to have seen Rekha on a Razor scooter; I bet she could make even scootering look classy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;End of song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/koi-mil-gaya-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112599003734658049?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112599003734658049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112599003734658049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112599003734658049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112599003734658049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-2.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 2'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112322492070683930</id><published>2005-08-04T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:17:51.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Mil Gaya, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Certificate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A shot of a small shrine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to a view of space, where two adjacent galaxies hang out, doing whatever it is that galaxies do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, two flaming galactic objects hurtle toward each other and collide in a massive explosion that produces… a Filmkraft Productions&lt;span style=""&gt; presentation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Koi…Mil &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Credits scroll &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;-style over some more images of space, which is apparently quite peaceful and psychedelic when gigantic letters aren’t exploding all over the place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A woman’s voice calmly explains that the universe is made up of groups of stars called galaxies, and that our galaxy is called the Milky Way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if this woman is the Very Educated Mother who Just Served Us Nine Pizzas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman explains that her husband, a “space scientist,” believed that there were other galaxies in the universe on which life could exist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I totally thought the screenwriter made up the term “space scientist,” but apparently it’s a &lt;a href="http://image.gsfc.nasa.gov/poetry/ask/askmag.html"&gt;real job&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How did people ever find these things out before the internet?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, her husband’s goal was to discover life on other planets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to Rakesh Roshan, hard at work in his moonlit attic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The voiceover woman explains that Rakesh Roshan the Space Scientist invented many gadgets for collecting data, including an old &lt;a href="http://www.bradfordtimeline.freeserve.co.uk/g1977a.jpg"&gt;PET computer&lt;/a&gt; with three (!) floppy drives, a recording machine, and a metal box with eight red buttons on it that looks like some kind of baby toy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would send sound waves into space using his two enormous satellite dishes, hoping that someone from another galaxy would hear his signals and respond.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rekha sits outside her house and knits. I'm pretty sure she's pregnant, but I'm not going to assume anything. Because if it turns out she's just carrying a few extra pounds? Awk. Ward. Meanwhile, Rakesh Roshan plays upstairs with his &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Fisher&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Price&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Activity&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He presses some of the red buttons, and the machine plays a goofy “Booop Booop BOOOOP BOOOOP!!” tune.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He leaves the room for a split second, during which time the screen flashes mysteriously, and the enormous satellite dishes send out huge bolts of electricity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope Rakesh Roshan remembered to use a surge protector. As he comes back in again, he hears the “Booop Booop BOOOOP BOOOOP!!” tune being echoed back to him&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He plays the tune again on the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Activity&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and the sound is repeated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he plays it faster, and the faster pattern is repeated back to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Excited, he calls his wife, Rekha/Sonia, upstairs, and explains that someone is finally responding to his groovy musical stylings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks him what the sounds are, and he explains that he used his “octopad” and his PET computer to convert the word “&lt;st1:place&gt;Om&lt;/st1:place&gt;” into musical notes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So apparently The Musical Embodiment of All That Has Been Created sounds kind of like a prog rock version of “Hot Cross Buns.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rakesh Roshan tells her that he’s achieved a breakthrough, and that he must inform the Space Centre immediately!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the Space Centre, a bunch of old guys in lab coats laugh at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A sunburnt scientist with an odd Germanic accent asks him sarcastically if the aliens chatted about the weather, then another scientist asks him in Hindi why the aliens would contact Rakesh Roshan, and not someone big and important like himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rakesh Roshan, A.K.A. Dr. Sanjay Mehra, explains about sending “Om” into space in different notes and combinations, and tells them that “&lt;st1:place&gt;Om&lt;/st1:place&gt;” is “a Hindu religious word that contains all the vibrations of the universe.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sunburnt guy asks him sarcastically if the aliens are Hindu, too, then tells him to stop daydreaming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the aliens just want some Hot Cross Buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Outside the Space Centre, Rekha parks and gets out of a car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inside, the lab-coated scientists walk huffily past Dr. Mehra, apparently on their way to the Space Centre cafeteria to sit at the popular table and talk smack about the Space Accountants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Mehra calls after them to wait and offers to show them his evidence, but the sunburnt guy tells him dismissively to go home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason this comment is punctuated with a jet engine sound effect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s the sound of Dr. Mehra’s self-esteem taking a vacation to &lt;st1:place&gt;Aruba&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As they drive home, Dr. Mehra bitches to Sonia about the lab-coated Heathers, but she tells him not to worry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, thunderclouds rumble overhead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia grows thoughtful and asks him whether he thinks that beings from distant galaxies will ever meet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says why not, and points out that space shuttles have gone to Mars and Jupiter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that other beings are probably trying to find out about us, and that that’s probably the explanation for UFOs.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Suddenly the car’s headlights start to flash, and the car radio sputters off and on, playing bits and pieces of something that sounds eerily like Ricky Martin’s “She Bangs.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanjay and Sonia look understandably horrified.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The car’s headlights burst, and Sonia points out a moving light in the sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanjay stares at the UFO and shouts out the window in triumph that the aliens have come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having decided for some reason to keep on driving despite the exploding headlights and aliens overhead, he veers slightly off the road and then swerves gently in a way that causes the car to flip over sideways, then flip end-over-end, then sideways a couple more times before finally exploding in a gigantic ball of flame.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sonia is thrown from the car before it explodes; she turns toward the flaming car and screams, “NAAAAAAHIIIIIIIIIN!!!” For those of you that don't speak Hindi, I think that means, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/koi-mil-gaya-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112322492070683930?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112322492070683930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112322492070683930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112322492070683930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112322492070683930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/koi-mil-gaya-part-1.html' title='Koi Mil Gaya, Part 1'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112104195503987383</id><published>2005-07-10T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:37:29.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman’s eyes open slowly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looks around as his mother tells him that everyone has come to meet him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s in the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, Aman, couldn’t you have said no to the dandia, just this once?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone (Jennifer, Gia, Shiv, Dadi, Chadda, Jazz, Sweetu, Rohit, and Naina) looks at Aman sadly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, Naina avoids eye contact, but a single tear falls picturesquely from her eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman waves hi to Gia, who gives him a flower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks her to marry him, but Gia shakes her head no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman looks at her so pathetically that she eventually nods her assent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer tells Gia that they’ll come back tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what if tomorrow never ho naa hos?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer strokes Aman’s face and does the bosom for a pillow thing, then takes off with Shiv and Gia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi, Jazz, and Sweetu sob and wish him goodnight, then exit with Chadda, leaving Rohit and Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gaze at each other meaningfully as Naina tries to hold back her tears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit places a hand on her shoulder, then Naina walks away from him to sit on the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She draws closer to Aman, looking as though she wants to make out with him, but Aman shakes his head, trying to alert her to the inappropriateness of making out with him right in front of her new husband.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Naina that she’s gained weight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s always a good way to get a woman to not want to make out with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina smiles for a moment, then stares at him tearfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly she gasps and runs out of the room, collapsing into sobs in the hallway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then there were two little Indians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit sits on the bed and asks Aman how he’s feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says gently but sarcastically that he’s feeling fantastic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Embarrassed, Rohit smiles and apologizes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Rohit that Naina is his in this life, but that she will belong to Aman in every life after this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So apparently in Naina’s future incarnations, repressive patriarchial concepts of ownership will still be around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit shakes his head, but Aman tells him to promise that Naina will be his.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit eventually offers his promise, but then reveals his crossed fingers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman snickers and calls him a dog, but Rohit uncrosses his fingers and promises again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder in what lifetime Aman and Rohit will get together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells him that he wants to sleep, but asks Rohit to wake him up before he leaves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They shake hands, then Aman turns away and closes his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit gets scared and asks, “Aman?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman opens his eyes and tells him that he’s not dying just yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit sniffles and then laughs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit lets go of Aman’s hand, Naina peeks through the window sadly.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina turns into real life Naina, because it’s now “0 years later.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the aspect ratio on the DVD is a bit off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s 20 years later?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina explains that Aman went away, leaving them all behind, and became a memory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells grown-up Gia that Aman was both her and Gia’s first love, and that she can never forget him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though apparently Gia has, if Naina feels the need to explain all this to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that Aman taught her how to love life, love herself, and love Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if he also suggested the idea of a loving threesome with Gita or the &lt;i style=""&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/i&gt; lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit walks up behind Naina and emphasizes that “they” can never forget Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fashions don’t seem to have changed much 0 years into the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit gives Naina a hug, then some teenager who I would never have pegged as Indian calls Naina “Mom” and asks if they can go inside because it’s getting cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they follow their caucasian daughter Ria inside, Rohit says that he hasn’t told Naina lately that he loves her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if Naina has ever told Rohit that she loves him, other than that fake time at the restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that every girl dreams of finding a good friend in her husband, but that she was lucky to find her husband in her best friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they walk through the snow-dusted grounds of their Conneticut estate, Ria and Gia play with a black and white dog, perhaps the love child of Laila and the German Shepherd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina tells us that her name is Naina Catherine Kapur Patel, and that this was her story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But now it’s over!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-24.html"&gt;Part 24&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112104195503987383?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112104195503987383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112104195503987383&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112104195503987383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112104195503987383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-25.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 25'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-112103870915472685</id><published>2005-07-10T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:07:51.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Aman’s mother tells Aman that they should call Priya, but he says that there’s no need to bother her, and that it’s her wedding anniversary today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor tells them that they’ve already paged Priya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Priya, glancing at her pager, which is taken away from her by some guy who looks like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001629/"&gt;Kevin Pollak&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kevin Pollak reminds her of her promise that there would be no pages or calls today, but Priya protests that it could be an emergency.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone could be in urgent need of a pointless stroll around &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they walk around the expensive necklace store, Kevin Pollak tells her that they will find another doctor, and Priya relents and tells him that she’s going to spend all his money today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think Kevin Pollak makes more money than a doctor?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t seen him in anything since &lt;i style=""&gt;The Usual Suspects.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They pass by Rohit and Naina, who bicker over whether or not to buy an expensive necklace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For someone who has apparently grown up in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Rohit displays an odd affection for shirts that show off his man-cleavage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is he afraid of buttons?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina goes over to take a look at the necklace in a full-length mirror; she runs into Priya and tentatively introduces herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priya tells Naina and Rohit that it’s her anniversary, and that she’s going to spend all her husband’s money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina assume that Aman is with her, but Priya says no, and calls over her husband. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kevin Pollak comes over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina look surprised, and ask if Priya has remarried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priya and Kevin laugh off their confusion, and Kevin, whose name is Abhay, explains that they met through Aman, back when he was full of life and not pathetic and dying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina exchange surprised glances as Abhay tells them that it’s good that they’re there for Aman during his last days of dandia-induced heart failure.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina look at each other with shock and fear, then Naina wanders through the store, having flashbacks to the moments when Aman told her “Kal ho naa ho,” lied about Priya, and pretend-read from Rohit’s diary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least Naina’s flashbacks create a coherent narrative of Aman’s love and deception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina bursts into sobs as Rohit comforts her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They look at each other earnestly, then Naina says something to him that can’t be heard over the plaintive string music and tinkling piano.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit nods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think he's wearing lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Priya frantically calls Aman, who sighs, because the jig is up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman gets up and puts on his sweater as his mother asks him what he’s doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He rips out his IV and says that he has to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina, Rohit, and Aman wander separately and dramatically around &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in slow motion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tries to hail a cab, while Naina walks past Banana Republic, sobbing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman starts to run down the center lane divider of the street, then clutches a streetlamp and wheezes for a second, probably rethinking his decision not to take a cab, what with the barely functioning heart and everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit goes up to his roof, which seems to be his version of Naina’s crying picnic table by the bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it’s convenient to have a designated location for your crying jags and pensive meditations, just in case anyone needs to find you and resolve some kind of dramatic conflict.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit gazes across the river, Aman stumbles out onto the roof, panting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit looks at him and accuses him of lying, and says that Aman really does love Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He points out that Aman loves Naina and Naina loves Aman, and asks what he’s doing in this love story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that a love story needs two hearts, and that his won’t exist in a few months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it would help if he stayed away from the choreographed dance routines for a little while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says that he can’t compete with a memory, and Aman says that Rohit must not love Naina as much as he thought if he’s willing to give her up so easily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He starts off on a dramatic monologue about how Rohit has to stay with Naina, because it’s his dying wish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The monologue involves saying “Fuck!” a couple times and barking “Bas!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bas!” like a dog at the end. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aman walks away, and Rohit turns and asks him what he would do in his shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he only wishes he was in Rohit’s shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He might want Rohit’s shirt, too; his is looking pretty skanky at the moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman leaves, and the Tinkly Piano of Death begins to play as Rohit stares soulfully into the distance, his eyes filling with tears and catching the light in a way that makes them look kind of freaky.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Naina hangs out at the crying picnic table terrace, where Aman lurches up to her, looking even shittier than when he met Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least the sweat stains on his sweater are starting to dry up, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina wipes the invisible tears from her face and makes eye contact with Aman, who is crouching on the railing and panting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They approach each other, and Naina places her hand on Aman’s heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks if it’s true that he loves her so much that he wants to leave love behind for her after he goes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks into his eyes and then grabs his sweater and asks him why he loves her so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she buries his head in her chest and he embraces her, he says, “I don’t love you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t love you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that must be Hindi for, “I love you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I’m pretty good at picking stuff like that up from the context clues.)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The women gather around for the mehndi and sing about moons, forehead adornments, and how pretty Naina looks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they do a “Hit the Road, Jack,” type thumb gesture, they tell Naina that she should take a good look at her dear relatives, because she’s never going to see them again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia looks pissed, which makes sense, given the insensitive song lyrics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The singers wish the bride happiness, which is of course the natural accompaniment to leaving your beloved relatives behind forever for no apparent reason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv watches the dancing women, then Aman smacks him on the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman dances into the room and flirts with Jazz, then gets freaky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina notices him and they catch each others’ eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looks sad, but points to her dimple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seems to have a little bit of moustache action going on, but maybe that’s a shadow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman rolls his eyes and touches his dimple, then Naina’s expression deepens, as though she’s either growing more distraught or about to puke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As the lights dim, highlighting only Naina and Aman, a new voice sings about how they are hiding their grief silently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Silently, but not particularly well, what with all the crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they look at each other tearfully, Aman kisses Naina’s cheek, then the lights come back on, so Aman walks away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Rohit, sitting in his giant empty hall, staring at his hand, probably wondering why they didn’t decide to go with a longer engagement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back to Naina, looking intense and windswept.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A single tear slides down her cheek.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another cut to Naina, wearing lots of fancy jewelry, as Gia tearfully touches one of her earrings.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The emotional tenor of the music shifts from “melancholy” to “full of dread.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit waits in the garden, decked out in gold, as Naina’s family leads her sobbing toward the mandap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(It’s called a mandap, right?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina turns to see Aman standing next to her, looking nicely recovered from his heart attack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and Jennifer walk Naina toward Rohit, who looks at her and Aman with an expression of “Oh, shit, what have I gotten myself into?” Meanwhile, Naina stares tearfully at Aman, seemingly oblivious to Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina sits down next to Rohit, and Aman sits directly behind them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit smiles reassuringly while Naina tries to contain her sobs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If nothing else, this day has certainly taught Rohit the true meaning of the word “awkward.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Aman admires Naina and grows lost in thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina circle the fire and then walk down the line of sobbing family members.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t cry, guys, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; isn’t that far; Naina has even jogged there before!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina hug Aman, who sobs, then waves them away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone leaves except Aman, who leans against the mandap and sobs some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I forgot to recap anything in the song, just assume that it involved lots of hysterical sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-23.html"&gt;Part 23&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-25.html"&gt;Part 25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-112103870915472685?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112103870915472685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=112103870915472685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112103870915472685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/112103870915472685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-24.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 24'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111942566210989353</id><published>2005-06-21T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:51:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shiv rocks out. Flute interlude. Rohit and Naina perform some kind of swingy ballroom dance. Shooby dabba dabba doo wah! DOO WAH! Rohit flings away Naina, who is replaced by Aman. Rohit and Aman shrug, surprised to see each other, and then join hands and dance around. They pass Kantaben, who seems concerned, and Jean de Bon, who seems excited that this movie might finally be delivering on the hot Khan-on-Khan action that it's been promising for the last two and half hours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Naina sings about pretty flowers and the shehnai playing in her heart, and says that all the stars in the sky are hers. I wonder if “stars in the sky” is a metaphor for “money in Rohit’s bank account.” Is the banister supposed to be on fire? Women twirl around with brightly-colored scarves as Naina smiles at either the aerial camera or the stars in the sky. I’m still not clear on whether this hall is supposed to be indoors or outdoors. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rohit and Aman chase after Naina and tell her to watch her step, because hearts here are skipping a beat. Then they see Rani Mukherjee and decide to chase after and incur heart damage from her instead. Stir, stir, elbow, elbow, elbow! Rani shows them some new moves. First they fold the meringue, then they honk the truck horn. Fold, fold! Honk, honk, honk! Aman and Rohit thank Rani for the new moves by checking out her ass as she waxes the air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aman grabs a baton and conducts a humming interlude. He and Naina exchange furtive glances in the foreground, then Rohit, standing a few feet behind them, smiles at Naina and steps forward. Cut to Naina, crying. This bodes well for the wedding. Jennifer sing-wonders how she can tell Naina how much she loves her. How about via song? As she sings about how happy she will be to accompany Naina in her palanquin, Gia walks by, waving at everyone through the window of what I assume is a cardboard mock-up of a palanquin. Or maybe palanquins are two-dimensional; I actually have no idea. As they watch Gia, Naina mouths an “I love you” to her mother. Aw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HEY! Rohit and Aman sing about hearts skipping a beat again, then it’s time for the chorus. Now Naina joins them. This time it’s whirl to the left, whirl to the right, elbow the guy/girl to your left. As Aman sings about jewelry again, he notices Kajol showing off her earrings. They say hi to each other, then elbow the guy to their left. This time during the “Rabba! Rabba!” part the jumping guys don’t seem to get as much air. I bet they drank too much nectar. Rohit and Aman point at Naina, because she is the beautiful one that they would like to come over here. Right after they whirl around and elbow the guy to their left one more time. As the saxophone plays some riffs from the &lt;i&gt;My Two Dads &lt;/i&gt;theme song, Rohit and Naina exchange rings.  Rohit’s hand looks suspiciously chubby in the close-up shot.  End of song.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Time to bust out the dandias! Microsoft word keeps changing my “dandia”s to “dandie”s. Oh Microsoft Word, why all the dandia-hate? The music starts up again, and everyone yells “Hey!” and does an &lt;a href="http://www.cricketfundas.com/murali1.jpg"&gt;overarm cricket bowling motion&lt;/a&gt; with their dandias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quick cuts of people dancing and yelling “Hey!” I think Vimmo/Kammo is doing the robot. It’s pretty awesome, but only lasts for a second. The dancing grows faster and more exuberant. In slow motion, Aman skips around, then twirls in a circle, arms outstretched. His expression shifts from happy to surprised, and he stops twirling and slowly falls to his knees. His vision becomes blurry and the music becomes whispery and foreboding as people continue to dance happily in a circle around him. Can’t they hear the whispery and foreboding music? Slow-motion images fade in and out of Aman’s vision. After about thirty seconds of swooning, Aman realizes that he is surrounded by the most obliviously happy dancers ever, and rises to his feet by himself, clutching his left arm. You’d think Priya could have at least warned Aman to avoid strenuous exercise during one of the pensive walks that pass for medical care at her HMO.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cut to Aman’s bedroom, where he is crouched on the floor, sweaty and gasping for air. After all the shitty medical care Aman’s received in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;, I kind of don’t blame him for not going immediately to the hospital. Cut to the hospital. Wait, so did he just go home to change his clothes? Montage of gurney-rolling shots. Aman’s mother looks on, distraught but nicely coordinating with the blue and off-white color scheme of the hospital. A doctor tells Aman that another episode could result in – he pauses. Aman says that he understands. But doesn’t he at least want to check that the doctor means “death,” and not, say, “mild discomfort”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-22.html"&gt;Part 22&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-24.html"&gt;Part 24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111942566210989353?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111942566210989353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111942566210989353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111942566210989353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111942566210989353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-23.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 23'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111942241793366202</id><published>2005-06-21T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:40:17.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Voiceover Naina reads the letter, in which Gia’s mother explains that after six years of only asking about Gia, she wants in her last letter to thank Jennifer for all her courage, love, acceptance, and general awesomeness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is this her last letter?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet she’s going to ask Gia to go find Jennifer’s college friend at summer camp and concoct an &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0172684/"&gt;ingenious scheme&lt;/a&gt; to make them fall in love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Johnny Lever will get up to some wacky hijinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina reads the part of the letter asking Jennifer for forgiveness, Jennifer sits in church, where Dadi finds her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They give each other a hug, and Jennifer sobs that her husband was a good man, who made a mistake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina comes up behind them and joins the group hug. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Voiceover Naina says that Gia’s perfect family was finally complete. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, except for the biological mother who abandoned her but continued to write self-involved letters for six years until mysteriously cutting off further communication.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia moves the Dadi doll out of the bedroom and into the family room with the rest of the dolls, then the family prays together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That means they’re staying together!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, engagement preparations are in full swing, with Jean de Bon, the famous French decorator, doing up the Patel mansion. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He says, “Drapes!” in a manner that indicates that he just arrived on the last Stereotype Airlines flight from Gayville, as drapes emerge from nowhere with a fluttery wave of his hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At Aman’s house, the women stand on the staircase and sing badly while Aman conducts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks like one of those &lt;a href="http://www.carseywerner.net/inflight/cosbyshow/cosbyshow_203.htm"&gt;random Huxtable lipsynching numbers&lt;/a&gt; that used to break out on &lt;i style=""&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;/i&gt; every once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As Kantaben blesses Rohit, Voiceover Naina explains that her prayers were being answered; Rohit was marrying a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, Kantaben’s prayer was that Rohit and Aman would always be far apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if God will answer that rather ominous-sounding prayer?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Jean de Bon gays it up, sees Rohit, and puts his arm around him, but Kantaben shoves him away before Jean de Bon can tell Rohit about the nice French toaster oven that could one day be his.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that the day of the engagement had finally arrived, and that &lt;st1:place&gt;Gujarat&lt;/st1:place&gt; had opened its doors to &lt;st1:place&gt;Punjab&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina’s family and Aman’s family enter the hall to the sound of drums.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dandias clack, indicating the start of a song.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A group of aunties and uncles sing about the quality jewelry found in their community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what is this community?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And how do you spell its name?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“G-U-J-J-U!” they sing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They inform us that G-U-J-J-U stands for “Gathiya!” “Undiyo!” “Jamwa (eat)!” “&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jamnagar&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;!” and “UUUU!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t speak Gujarati, but based on the appalled faces of the audience, I’m going to guess that “Gathiya-Undiyo-Jamwa (eat)-&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jamnagar&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;-UUUU!” roughly translates as “Gujaratis like to eat babies.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera zooms in on Rohit’s parents’ asses bumping up against one another, while Rohit tries to disappear into the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Rohit and Naina, we are proud of you!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gujju!” they chant, as everyone looks confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least I’m not the only one.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Awkward silence ensues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Aman shouts that the song was fantastic, and everyone cheers and pretends to agree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that now that they have heard the Gujaratis’ ode to jewelry, eating babies, and the happy couple, it’s time for the Punjabis to get with the proverbial jiggy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He calls for Frankie, who suddenly appears on a nearby balcony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankie blows Sweetu a kiss, which Aman returns, telling him to begin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As he shows off some of his invisible jewelry, Aman sings about Naina’s forehead adornment and her dangly earrings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sings, “Maahi Ve!” and does this move where he clasps his hands together in front of him and swivels his torso from side to side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m trying to think of a good name for the move, because it’s going to come up a lot in the song, but right now, the best I can do is “Elbowing the Tall Guy to Your Left.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman sings about Naina’s musical bracelets and anklets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe she got them from the Gujarati community!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he and some friends shrug their shoulders, Aman tells us that several of Naina’s body parts are saying “Rabba&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rabba!” because they are drunk on nectar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The background singers jump up in the air, arms spreadeagled, each time Aman sings “Rabba&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rabba!”, possibly because they are also drunk on nectar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he sings the chorus, Aman stirs the pot and then elbows the tall guy to his left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Naina to “Aaja maahi ve!” then waxes the floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or more accurately, waxes the air six inches above the floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s parents try out some bhangra moves.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rohit tells Naina that she has dark eyes and a fair face, then elbows the tall guy to his left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and his friends dance-chase after her, then screw in some lightbulbs as Rohit sings about her moon-like beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, maybe he’s screwing in the moon, and not lightbulbs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some women gather around Naina and elbow the tall girl to their left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit does the “Rabba &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rabba!” shrugging/jumping thing, then stirs the pot with Aman for the chorus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Soni!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soni!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaja maahi ve!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stir the pot! Stir the pot! Elbow, elbow, elbow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They do a new move that I’m going to call “Reversing the Car,” then crouch down and wax the air/floor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-21.html"&gt;Part 21&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-23.html"&gt;Part 23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111942241793366202?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111942241793366202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111942241793366202&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111942241793366202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111942241793366202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-22.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 22'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111942076369457799</id><published>2005-06-21T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:15:04.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;At Naina’s house, everyone waits around, then Aman’s cell phone rings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He answers the phone, mumurs “Oh,” solemnly, then hangs up the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He avoids eye contact with Jennifer and shakes his head gravely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he whispers, “She said 'yes.'”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone cheers!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Except Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then he cheers!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because it’s a façade!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He exchanges a look with his mother; her gaze tells him that her motherly X-ray vision can penetrate even the most jovial of façades.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, Dadi shoves some jalebi in their mouths before Aman’s façade can fall apart too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells everyone that he needs a hug, so Jennifer and his mother embrace him as he cries tears of clearly demarcated sadness rather than joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera rotates to reveal that Dadi, Sweetu and Jazz are also involved in the group hug, which remains oddly somber and motionless for at least thirty seconds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the overarching theme of this scene is supposed to be AMAN IS SAD ABOUT THE ENGAGEMENT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder what Rohit and Naina are going to do for the rest of their date at the empty concert hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the chorus and string orchestra will have time to do a few songs from &lt;i style=""&gt;Khabhi Khushi, Khabhi Gham.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, it’s not like actually seeing Naina’s response to Rohit’s proposal might be of any dramatic interest to the people watching this movie, so maybe we should skip right over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, movie!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that the next step was to convince Rohit’s parents about the engagement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman and Rohit talk with Rohit’s parents at their house, which seems to consist of a gigantic courtyard where a man dressed in white stands at attention, carrying a tray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For people who are supposed to be millionaires, Rohit’s parents seem to have an odd disinterest in purchasing any kind of furniture for their vast, marble courtyard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe they spent all of their money on that guy with the tray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that it wasn’t that hard to convince Rohit's parents about the engagement because… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s just geography!” they exclaim as they sit in Naina’s living room with her family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s father forgets Jennifer’s name and then asks her to pass him the cock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv giggles, as Rohit, embarrassed, tells his dad that it’s pronounced “Coke.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s father dismissively continues talking as Naina glares at Shiv.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit’s mother explains that they would like to have the engagement and the wedding anniversary on the same day, and the wedding two days later. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jennifer and the family agree, and Rohit’s father explains that they’re getting a famous decorator from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to decorate his hall, which he pronounces “hole.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He talks some more about how he has a very big hole, and his wife agrees and makes gestures indicating the largeness of the hole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit corrects his pronunciation again as Jennifer smiles politely and Shiv tries to stifle his giggles, probably wondering if there's going to be any cock in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dadi talks about how happy she is with the match, then says that she only wishes her son were there to see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s parents express sympathy and ask how he died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi says, “heart attack,” as the tympani of Dadi Being Full of Shit sounds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi says that she’s just waiting for Naina and Shiv to settle down before she goes back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but not for Gia, because adopted children don't deserve love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Dadi Being Full of Shit Tympani goes “Boing?” as Rohit’s parents look concerned. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer retorts that Gia is just as much theirs as Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a moment, she tentatively adds that her husband didn’t die of a heart attack; he killed himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s parents exchange shocked but sympathetic glances, and Rohit looks at Naina with a mix of surprise and understanding.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later as Jennifer cleans up, Dadi asks her why she had to go and reveal the truth like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer says that it’s a bad idea to start relationships with lies, which starts Dadi off on one of her “Everything is Jennifer’s fault” kicks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet you could start talking to Dadi about the NBA playoffs, and she would somehow turn it into a rant about how Jennifer drove her son to suicide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Gia eavesdrops from the stairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will probably end well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi refers to Jennifer as her daughter-in-law, but Jennifer retorts that she will only be her daughter-in-law when Gia is her granddaughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi says, “You know what, you’re right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should just accept Gia into this family as the adorable adopted moppet that she is.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just kidding!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that Gia will never be her granddaughter, will never be part of the family, and is only a burden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Gia sobs upstairs, Dadi says that every bad thing in the entire world that has ever happened is Gia’s fault, especially her father’s suicide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi starts yelling that she hates Gia, and Gia runs outside in tears, screaming for Aman. I think a lot of problems could be avoided in Hindi movies if people would just learn to discuss their painful family secrets in quiet indoor voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jennifer and Dadi, apparently oblivious to the fact that Gia ran out of the house in tears, continue their debate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi announces that her son made two mistakes, marrying Jennifer and adopting Gia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman suddenly shows up in the living room to reveal that he made a third mistake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi asks him what the hell he’s doing there, which provides a convenient segue for Aman to launch into one of his dramatic monologues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He explains that Jennifer’s husband had an affair, one result of which was Gia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Gia’s mother refused to accept her, Jennifer adopted her, even though Gia was a constant reminder of her husband’s affair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman explains that Jennifer’s strength reminded her husband of his own weakness, which is why he killed himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia’s mother certainly wrote an informative, if ambiguously addressed, letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-20.html"&gt;Part 20&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-22.html"&gt;Part 22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111942076369457799?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111942076369457799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111942076369457799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111942076369457799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111942076369457799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-21.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 21'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111829987848448981</id><published>2005-06-08T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:49:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;In his apartment, Rohit gingerly opens a box, which contains a red tie and a bad poem from Naina about red ties and something Buddhu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea what Buddhu means, but Rohit seems pleased, and goes looking for Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He finds Aman in his bedroom, tells him that he loves him, points in the general direction of his red tie/crotch, and tells Aman to look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, Aman doesn’t want to look at Rohit’s tie/crotch, even though five minutes ago, he was all about having sex with him in the elevator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit explains that Naina gave him the red tie and a love letter, then he urges Aman to start working on his &lt;i style=""&gt;Six Days, A Girl in Your Face&lt;/i&gt; book. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Naina walks up to the doorway to Aman’s room and overhears their conversation, failing to be distracted by the giant framed picture of a professional wrestler hanging in the hallway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman sees Naina in the doorway and tries to cover by telling Rohit that he didn’t do anything, it was all Rohit’s idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit, oblivious, insists that it’s because of Aman that Naina is in his heart and his breath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit had better watch out that Naina doesn’t suddenly sneak up on him in the realm of his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And should maybe also see an oral hygiene specialist about the breath thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman points out that Naina is in his room, then runs away to look out the window while Rohit and Naina exchange awkward stares.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina throws her mini-backpack down in anger and storms out of the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina runs to the train station while Rohit chases after her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She turns around and tells Rohit that he and Aman should win an award for &lt;i style=""&gt;Six Days, A Girl in Your Face&lt;/i&gt;, but seems angered rather than pleased by this accomplishment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that Rohit was supposed to be her friend, but then he told Aman everything that Naina had confided in him, and was convinced by Aman that what he felt wasn’t friendship, but love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit insists that he loves her, and that’s the truth, but Naina says that’s not the truth; the truth is that he has broken her heart and hurt her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she turns to Aman and tells him that even though her life sucked before, at least then she had a friend, but now she doesn’t even have that anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tries to stop her from leaving as a multiracial crowd of Hindi speakers stands around and eavesdrops.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina tells Aman to leave her alone and walks away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman pulls the black diary out of Rohit’s pocket and starts reading aloud.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reads that Rohit wishes he could tell Naina how much he loves her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he reads, “I love you; I love you very much, Naina.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina turns around as Aman continues, “I love you and –"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turns the page, which is blank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s pen must have run out. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aman decides to freestyle, saying that whenever he closes his eyes, he sees Naina, and then whenever he opens them, he longs to see her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then whenever he stares for too long at a computer screen, sometimes Naina becomes a little blurry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman describes how he feels her presence everywhere, throws in some metaphors about his heart, and starts crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s not even pretending to look at the diary anymore as he says that his love stands apart from all other loves because those loves didn’t involve Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Aman and Naina gaze tearfully into each others’ eyes, Aman says that he will love her forever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He explains that everything he just said while maintaining unwavering and heartfelt eye contact with Naina is what Rohit wrote in his diary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rather than sticking around to read some passages about Rohit’s red underwear as I had hoped he would, Aman walks away, while Rohit, Naina, and the multiracial Hindi speakers stand around, unsure what to do next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman leans against a phone booth on the train platform, trying to compose himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit approaches him, worried about the fact that Aman just turned him into even more of a fraud than the fraud that Naina was initially angry with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman points out that Rohit would have said the same thing as Aman if his pen hadn’t run out right in the middle of “I love you and –"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman assures Rohit that girls like it when people do this sort of thing, and tells him that he’s done it a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when Aman likes a girl, sometimes he gets a friend to pull out his half-written diary and make up long, obviously fake monologues off the top of his head on Aman’s behalf?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this is the sort of dating advice that Aman plans to include in &lt;i style=""&gt;Six Days, A Girl in Your Face&lt;/i&gt;, well, I guess it probably can’t be any worse than most of what’s already out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman excuses himself from talking to Rohit to go make a phone call, by which he means weep inconsolably about his unrealized love and impending death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina goes to her special sobbing spot, the picnic table by the bridge, where her mother tracks her down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells Naina that a lifelong relationship requires both strength and love, and that her father loved them a lot, but was weak, which is why he left them all high and dry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer says that Rohit isn’t weak, and that he loves her a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina asks if it isn’t a sign of weakness that Rohit needed Aman’s help to obtain his love, but Jennifer responds that there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t express an opinion about the ethics of fake diary monologues, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that the fact that Rohit is willing to accept Naina even though she’s in love with someone else is a sign of strength and love, and that if Naina rejects him, it will be a girl’s decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow when she repents it, it will be a woman’s regret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hours between the girlish decision and the womanly regret might be a good time for Naina to sing &lt;a href="http://www.britneyfans.com/lyrics/britney/girl.shtml"&gt;that Britney song&lt;/a&gt; and make up some nice choreography, though.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit zones out in his office, then gets a phone call from Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says tentatively that she wants to talk to him, and that it’s “kind of private.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Sweetu, reading an envelope labeled “Private and Confidential, J. Kapur.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She thinks it must be from Frankie, and runs up to tell Jazz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman walks in, congratulates them on something, then looks at Jazz’s ass and declares it “fantastic.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells them that Naina wants to see Rohit for their first meeting, they gasp, then Sweetu tells them a few more times about the letter from Frankie and goes to open it. Aman steals the letter from her and starts to read it, but his face falls and he tells Sweetu that it’s not Frankie’s letter. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He strides purposefully over to Jennifer’s house with the letter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;At Naina’s house everyone gathers downstairs as Jazz runs down the steps shouting that Naina’s coming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina, carrying a bouquet, walks downstairs in a not very attractive white dress as everyone claps and showers her with flower petals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is Naina planning on squeezing in a quick marriage before her date with Rohit?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she leaves, Aman tells her to wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lets her hair down, and we get a helpful flashback to Rohit saying that he likes Naina’s hair down, in case we thought that Aman simply took a casual interest in Naina’s hair, and not that Naina’s hair was a metaphor for her shifting allegiances in a passionate love triangle.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina steps out of a limo and walks into a darkened concert hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A spotlight suddenly illuminates Naina, then another reveals Rohit, dressed in a tux and holding some long-stemmed roses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He walks up to Naina and tells her that he knows that she doesn’t have love for him today, but that she will eventually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And since he knows that his love is enough for the both of them, he asks her to take the roses that he had hoped to give her so many fateful pages ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says, “Naina…Naina…Naina,”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as a bell tolls and various concert hall lighting fixtures illuminate on cue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Marry me!” he asks, as a chorus of women in gold dresses walk out onto the balcony and sing “WIIIILLL YOOOUUU MAAA-RRRYYY MEEEE?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;accompanied by a small string orchestra.  Rohit drops to one knee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina stares at him for a moment, then closes her eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think she’s concerned about how casually Rohit’s taking things on their first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-19.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Part 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-21.html"&gt;Part 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111829987848448981?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111829987848448981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111829987848448981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111829987848448981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111829987848448981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-20.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 20'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111800860473153457</id><published>2005-06-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:54:17.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman voiceovers that today, Rohit will tell Naina what’s in his heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone approaches Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a guy named Lee, who thanks Naina for her notes and tells us that it’s Day Four.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit walks up behind Naina and says hi, but Naina storms away, pissed that he hasn’t been around when she’s most needed a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells Naina that he’s tired of being a friend, because he gets all of the laughing and all of the crying, but none of the loving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He explains that a very intelligent man once said that the first step to love is friendship, and the last step is also friendship, and that the middle is all that’s left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that’s the part with the sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells Naina to take a step and find her path.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he leaves, Rohit says that to do this, he gives her – he looks at his watch – the rest of his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess Rohit’s watch has one of those &lt;a href="http://www.deathclock.com/"&gt;creepy countdown timers that tells you when you’re going to die&lt;/a&gt; on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit walks away, Voicover Naina says that she wondered what Rohit meant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did she also wonder who the “very intelligent man” was?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because that was totally vague.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina says that at that moment, Rohit ceased to be her friend, and became something else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she doesn’t know what.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;A newspaper-reading Wall Street guy tells us that it’s Day Five.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit greets Naina, calls her “sweetie,” and kisses her on the cheek in a smarmy yet dorky manner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gives her a box, which he says contains his heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he gives her the smarmy-dork smile again, blows her a kiss, and walks away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are Rohit and Naina always having these thirty-second meetings at scenic locations around the city?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’d think that once they went to the trouble of meeting each other, they’d at least have coffee or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina opens the box, which contains the red dress from before and a bad poem about Rohit’s heart and Subhash Ghai&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uday Chopra bicycles by and tells us that it’s Day Six.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina hang out in a park, where Rohit recites more poetry and asks Naina to take salsa lessons with him so he will have an item to perform at his parents’ wedding anniversary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Naina that since she’s going to be his life partner, she may as well be his salsa partner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that he just wants to dance, not enchance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says no again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With lines like these, I’m starting to see why Naina only spends thirty seconds with Rohit at a time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He makes some cute puppy dog faces, and Naina finally gives in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two seconds after Naina leaves, Aman pops up and praises Rohit’s poetry recitation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit sighs and says that he really loves Naina, and Aman says he loves her too, then pretends that he’s lying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Rohit leaves, Aman, looking pensive, recites the poem that Rohit was just delivering and pounds his fist against his heart, which has totally screwed him over.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Salsa class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina suck, then they get better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Aman stalks them from the second floor balcony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman, dressed entirely in white, walks around on a bridge and sings about how life’s always changing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And also the weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he stands precariously on the edge of the bridge, he sings that we should live life to the fullest, because tomorrow might never come, especially if we spend a lot of time balancing dangerously close to the edge of bridges.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He decides to hang out on the edge of a different bridge and makes some more death-dying expressive gestures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Rohit and Naina share an apple in the park and then shove each other playfully while wearing subtly color-coordinating clothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They watch a sunset, then Rohit strangles Naina affectionately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman lurks around invisibly and gazes at Naina while singing that someone who loves Naina with all his heart is the one for her, and that if she meets a person like that, she should take his hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that’s not helpful at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina’s problem is that she’s met two people who love her with all their hearts, and she prefers one of them, but he is dying and has a pretend wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit and Naina wander off to frolic some more in the park, Aman reminds us again about how we’re all going to die.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gazes into the sky, where he can just barely make out a fantasy sequence in the distance.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman, dressed in a suit, hangs out in Rohit’s office, then turns down a date with Julia the receptionist on the way out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hits on the &lt;i style=""&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/i&gt; woman in the elevator, even though she is now married to Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he doesn’t mind, then Aman and Rohit edge closer together as the elevator door closes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman meets Naina for M.B.A. class, then in class he tries to arrange a three-way with Gita, who seems into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So basically Aman’s fantasy is that he sets up threesomes with everyone he meets? I didn't realize Aman was such a ho.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman meets Naina for an elegant rooftop dinner and sings that if someone should get close to her in the realm of her eyes, she should try a million times to control her crazy heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AAAAHHH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, someone just snuck up behind me in the realm of my eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Aman drags a rose between Naina’s breasts, combs her hair with it, then tosses it away, he sings that though she will try to control it, Naina’s heart will continue to beat wildly in the realm of her eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Will her pancreas continue to secrete insulin into her Achilles tendon, or can that be brought under control?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he lowers his head to the level of Naina’s chest, Aman sings that this moment may not exist tomorrow, which is why he’s taking such a good, long look at Naina’s breasts right now while he has the chance.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aman, dressed in white again, sits on another railing and looks at the fountain in &lt;st1:place&gt;Central Park&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he walks around the fountain in a disappointingly non-death-defying manner while repeating the first verse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina salsa some more, then Priya finally provides Aman with some actual medical care, an echocardiogram that beats in time with the song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a good thing Aman came to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for treatment; in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the technology that makes echocardiograms beat in time to popular songs is actually slightly less reliable. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alternating shots of salsa dancing and medical treatment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priya does very little to hide her horrified expression as she looks at Aman’s EKG readout, but Aman laughs it off, because the song is ending, just like our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-18.html"&gt;Part 18&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-20.html"&gt;Part 20 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111800860473153457?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111800860473153457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111800860473153457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111800860473153457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111800860473153457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-19.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 19'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111770137547196226</id><published>2005-06-01T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:24:40.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Montage of Rohit going out on a couple of awkward dates with Camilla, as the incidental music tells us a few more times about how she wants his money. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Camilla emerge disheveled and half-dressed from behind a couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it would be nice if the incidental music people composed a little song about what Rohit wants out of this relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit goes shopping to buy a necklace for Camilla, but finds out that it costs $20,000, so he decides to get her a dozen roses instead for $5.&lt;span style=""&gt; I wonder if Rohit does this sort of thing a lot. Like maybe he'll be planning a lavish vacation on the French Riviera, but then he'll just decide to go get some nachos instead. &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks the florist for yellow roses and says that the red ones disturb him, being associated in his mind with feelings of love, rather than feelings of "hooking up behind the couch is fun.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit gets a call on his giant cell phone from Camilla, who is at the spa, but lies that she’s at the temple, because she has no redeeming qualities whatsoever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They make a date for 9 at Water’s Edge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the restaurant, Rohit runs off to talk to a friend, while Camilla schemes with the waiter and hands him a ring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Aman, wearing a sweatshirt with the hood up, skulks into Rohit’s apartment as Kantaben gasps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is he trying to be sneaky with the hood up?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because the sweatshirt is bright chartreuse, so I don’t see how that helps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks Kantaben where Rohit is, but Kantaben says that she doesn’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Aman starts snooping around, Kantaben tells him that Rohit’s with a girl, emphasizing the word “girl” to indicate that Rohit is back in the cupboard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  (Metaphorically, not with the girl.)  &lt;/span&gt;Kantaben won’t tell Aman where Rohit has gone, but he finds a note on the fridge that says “9 pm, Water’s Edge.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kantaben begs him not to go after Rohit, but Aman says dramatically that he will die before he leaves Rohit, and then takes off after him quicker than you can say “Aaaaaaaaayyy, KANTABEN!”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Camilla finds a ring in her champagne glass and announces to the restaurant that she will marry Rohit. Rohit excuses himself to the bathroom so he can freak out in peace. Meanwhile, Camilla pays off the waiter and celebrates on the phone with her mother so openly that even a casual eavesdropper like Aman can figure out what's going on, despite not having been alerted to her intentions by the incidental music. In the bathroom Rohit splashes water on his face and tells himself that marriage will be great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He bumps into Aman, who tells him that Camilla only loves his money.  She doesn't love the hooking up behind the couch?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit is insulted and says that that’s not true, so Aman advises him to tell Camilla that he’s not going to accept his father’s money, and is going to make his own way in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells Aman that that’s sick and cheap, and that he will never say such a thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he says it to Camilla, who disappears with one last chorus of “She wants your money!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit’s roof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit covers his ears and sings that Aman is talking rubbish as Aman follows him, talking rubbish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit turns toward the camera, recaps the love triangle situation, and explains that Aman is trying to convince him that he shouldn’t give up on Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So maybe Aman's the one who stencilled the words "STAY POSITIVE" onto Rohit's button-down shirt. And then apparently ran the shirt over several times with a bicycle. Aman says that Naina only thinks she’s in love with Aman because he’s a new entry to her life, and that she takes Rohit for granted because she's known him for so long. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Rohit to forget the dosti-wosti and show Naina some love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean love-wuv.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gaze off into the distance and list some of Naina’s nice qualities, which include her eyes, her fury, and her hair, which Aman likes up, but Rohit likes down. Rohit asks Aman what he should do now, and&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he’s got a plan, the English title of which is “Six Days, a Girl in Your Face.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s no &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/068987474X/qid=1117695549/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/103-4637891-1262259?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;He’s Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; but maybe it sounds better in Hindi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The plan takes six days because Aman doesn’t work Sundays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or an angel, maybe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do angels work Sundays?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman and Rohit have a beer at Water’s Edge as the scheming waiter from before tells us that it’s Day One.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit explains that Naina waits for him here every day at 6 so they can walk to class together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells him not to meet her today and offers a convoluted explanation of his plan that involves saying the word “confused” a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the plan is to confuse the audience into thinking that the Six Day Girl in Your Face plan actually makes some kind of sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman explains that the first step of the plan involves sticking a headphone in Rohit’s ear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some sort of confusion ensues, followed by laughter. I’m just going to assume that the Hindi word for “ear” sounds like the word for “ass,” and that this is a putting stuff up your butt joke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Rohit to listen to the headset and do whatever Aman tells him to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit walks down the street, Aman tells him to loosen his tie and do a Stayin’ Alive-style disco walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit obeys, even though Naina is nowhere in sight and he looks like a doofus.&lt;span style=""&gt; Aman should tell Rohit to put his underwear on his head and do the&lt;a href="http://www.turbosquid.com/FullPreview/Index.cfm/ID/188532/SID/181886/blFP/1"&gt; Roger Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;Once Rohit reaches the classroom, Aman instructs him to sit down next to Naina and ignore her when she asks him where he's been.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Rohit to glare at her, approves his angry glare even though he supposedly can’t see it, then tells Rohit to stick his finger in his nose.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gita and some friends of hers walk into class and tell us that it’s Day Two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Aman hangs out at the expensive necklace store, he advises Rohit on his headset&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to sit next to a sexy woman in class. Rohit sits next to Gita, so Aman tells him to flirt with her in front of Naina and say that it’s his birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lady at the expensive necklace store overhears Aman say "It's my birthday," and wishes him a happy birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman and Rohit get pretend birthday kisses on the cheek, inappropriately hug the saleswoman and Gita respectively, then get smacked.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As he gets into a cab, Rohit tells us that it’s Day Three. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aman skateboards up unsteadily, wearing an ipod and generally being a cool dude; he tells an annoyed Rohit not to go to class today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Rohit’s apartment, where Aman does the moonwalk while Rohit complains that his plan is rubbish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says that he hasn’t talked to Naina in three days, and Aman points out that he hasn’t either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit counters dramatic ironically that Aman isn’t the one in love with Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman advises a frustrated Rohit to ignore Naina’s calls, then the phone rings, and Rohit answers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He yells, “Naina, I love you, I love, you, I love you!” into the phone, but it’s for Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After he takes the call from his mother, Aman tells Rohit omnisciently that Naina will wake up, debate whether to call Rohit, put down the phone, curse Rohit twice, then decide to call after all. Meanwhile, Naina does these things exactly as predicted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Aman didn't predict that she would be wearing her FBI t-shirt, though.  &lt;/span&gt;The phone rings, and Rohit gets up to answer it. Aman grabs him from behind and tries to prevent him from answering the phone by dry-humping him, while Rohit bends over and yells, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess who shows up?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaaaaayyyy, KANTABEN!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-17.html"&gt;Part 17&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-19.html"&gt;Part 19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-19.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111770137547196226?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111770137547196226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111770137547196226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111770137547196226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111770137547196226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-18.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 18'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111648662600436431</id><published>2005-05-18T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:37:24.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strip club!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s there with his father, Satish Shah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Rohit to enjoy, enjoy, but Rohit tells him that he doesn’t want to enjoy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s father asks him if everything is “normal,” and Rohit wants to know what “normal” means, since he doesn’t seem to think it means watching his father ogle naked women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His dad says that Kantaben told him that Rohit was in love with someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit sighs and says it doesn’t matter, because the love isn’t mutual.  Relieved, Rohit’s father says, “Thank God!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit can’t believe that he’s happy that Rohit’s dreams of getting married and having kids have been crushed, since that’s supposed to be the one universal goal of Indian parents everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s father is momentarily confused by the possibility of Rohit having kids, but then remembers that he’s in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, where anything is possible, even non-gay gay people having children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He explains that Kantaben mentioned something about a cupboard, but doesn’t really want to elaborate; Rohit finally figures out the mix-up, indicates via sign language that he’s not gay, and tells his father that he’s in love with a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His father tells him to explain about the girl in the car on the way home, because his mother misses him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;They arrive at the house that dhoklas built, where Rohit’s mother and her friends do a “Rohit’s back from the strip club” song and dance routine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Buffet Time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks what’s up with the buffet and the dancers and everything, and his mother explains that they’re rehearsing for their 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; wedding anniversary party, where they will be performing a dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About Rohit being back from the strip club?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s parents ask him what he'll be doing for the party, and Rohit makes a face and changes the subject to the fact they’re having their 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; wedding anniversary, and he’s 28.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds like somebody was an accident!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They cover by saying that they are just trying to hide their age from the Gujju community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit looks relieved, then notices a crowd of Indian women of marriageable age smiling and waving at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His father informs him that he is now a GCGC, or Good Catch of Gujju Community, tells him they’ve picked out a girl and a wedding date, hands him the bride’s photo and some honeymoon brochures, and starts talking about baby names.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what about nursery schools?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s parents better get on the ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit gets angry and says that he doesn’t want to get married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His dad asks him if he’s still heterosexual, and Rohit says it’s not that; he just doesn’t want to get married.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Rohit storms away in exasperation and says a few more times that he doesn’t want to get married, a woman asks him if he’s sure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s wearing a low-cut laundry bag over a sports bra and a giant square choker that makes her head look like it’s been severed from her body, but other than that, she’s quite attractive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She comments to the woman standing next to her that Rohit is good looking and rich, then introduces herself as Camilla and offers Rohit her phone number.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, she seems interested and friendly, but what does the incidental music think about her?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“She wants your money!” the incidental music sings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, I guess the incidental music usually is right about these things, but I don't see why it always has to be so judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Voiceover Naina talks about forging relationships, Naina walks into her house and gets similarly railroaded into a matchmaking attempt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi tells Naina that Kammo’s brother is visiting with his family, who are seated in the living room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kammo’s brother introduces everyone and is particularly enthusiastic in his introduction of his daughter-in-law “Mrs. Jassi!” He seems to be focused on setting up his younger son Bantu, who is shy and coy, but has nice eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Various jokes that I don’t get are made, then Naina excuses herself to go have a word with Dadi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the next room, Naina angrily asks her what’s going on, and Dadi explains that the family has extended a marriage proposal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They start arguing, then Jennifer comes in to shush them.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then she starts arguing with Dadi, and the argument escalates until Naina yells “Stop it!” so loudly that Kammo’s brother drops his laddoo in the next room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells Jennifer and Dadi that the house has been full of hatred ever since her father died, and says that no one would want to marry into such a non-loving family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she goes back into the living room and tells Kammo’s brother and his family that she and her family are crazy and that they should get out while they still can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina storms out, Dadi tells Kammo’s brother to eat a big laddoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should start carrying salads and laddoos around with me just so I can start stuffing my face anytime something awkward happens.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina goes to her special picnic table by the bridge to sob, and her mother finds her and sits down next to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer confirms that Naina’s in love with Aman even though he’s married, then starts crying about the fact that Naina will never love again and will die alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that the guilt trip’s not going to work, because she loves Aman, and really will die alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she reflects on all of Aman’s irritating qualities, like the fact that he’s always eavesdropping, Aman shows up on the bench behind her, eavesdropping and enjoying a beverage from Starbucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither Jennifer nor Naina appears to notice him, even though he’s about two feet away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina asks Jennifer what she should do about her broken heart, and Jennifer says that their angel is looking at them right now, and will make sure that Naina loves again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, so Aman’s the angel!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This whole time I’ve been waiting for John Travolta to show up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So is Aman invisible?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that Aman’s plan is to fill her heart with Rohit’s love, even though Rohit is otherwise occupied right now.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-16.html"&gt;Part 16&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-18.html"&gt;Part 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-18.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111648662600436431?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111648662600436431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111648662600436431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111648662600436431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111648662600436431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-17.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 17'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111619562611649027</id><published>2005-05-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T15:32:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Aman and Priya walk down the street, Aman asks her to tell him truthfully how much time he has left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman is wearing a burlap sack labelled with a Sharpie marker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priya avoids the question and asks Aman about Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that since Naina’s father already left her, if Aman leaves her too, she will go insane, both because she is already partially insane, and because all the girls go crazy for hot studs like Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Except for Priya, because she’s tall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman talks about how much he loves Naina, and says that all his life he ran away from love, but then when his life started running away from him, love bumped into him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He makes a little tongue clucking noise to mimic the sound of love bumping into him in the dead-end, deserted alley where his life was headed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he gazes seriously at Priya and asks her if he really doesn’t have much time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priya tries to tell Aman that as soon as he finds a donor, he’ll be fine, but is really bad at lying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman starts making fun of her shitty bedside manner and tells her to give him a hug, since it’s not like there’s anything else she can do, like, oh, I don’t know, take him to a hospital and try to provide him with some kind of medical care.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina stalks them from her upstairs window, as Voiceover Naina talks about how bummed she and Gia are that Aman is married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit waters his plants sadly, Voiceover Naina explains that Laila has also found love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit’s dog sits happily next to a German Shepherd on a lawn chair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s nice that Laila has found a relationship with another dog that goes beyond the superficial level of feverish humping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina says that the biggest heartbreak of all was Sweetu’s, because Frankie ran off to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to join some bhangra group with a lame-ass name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that while the youngsters were nursing their broken hearts, the elders were getting ready for a little somethin’ somethin’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chadda and Lajjo exchange glances through the window while admiring the roses that have at some point been in the possession of every person in the movie.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina goes to the store to return the red dress that she already wore, and bumps into Rohit, who, coincidentally, is also returning the red article of clothing that indicated that he was in love and feeling optimistic about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina is wearing a pink sweater, and Rohit is wearing a pink tie, so apparently pink is the color to wear if you’re in love with someone who has just rejected you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe tomorrow they’ll both be wearing their &lt;a href="http://www.thespeciousreport.com/2003_snap.html"&gt;blue jelly bracelets&lt;/a&gt;, indicating that they’re looking for a no-strings attached physical relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks Naina what happened to Aman, but they decide to go get a salad before Naina talks about it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to Rohit, eating a salad, expressing shock that Aman is married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks why Naina didn’t tell him earlier, before he and Aman got drunk and had sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that if she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have fallen in love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks her what she’s going to do now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that first she couldn’t fall in love, and now she can’t fall out of it, but she has to, or her heart will feel lonely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells her that she’ll never be alone, because he will always be there for her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He flirts with her some more, but pretends that he’s kidding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he gazes at her in a non-kidding way and asks her if she thinks she’ll ever fall in love with someone again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His eyes say, “[&lt;i style=""&gt;Cough, cough&lt;/i&gt;] Someone like me [&lt;i style=""&gt;cough&lt;/i&gt;].”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks at him for ten minutes, then goes back to eating her salad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit decides to pretend he didn’t say anything, and goes back to eating his salad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good thing there’s some salad there, or that would have been totally awkward.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that her silence made Rohit realize that he has to forget his first love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Laila that he has to forget his first love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least Laila is there for him, when she could have been out on a romantic date with the German Shepherd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina explains that it’s not that easy to forget your first love, as she waits tables at the restaurant, looks at Aman, and tries to forget her first love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Montage!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo holds a flower and says that her first love was Dev Anand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chadda says that his first and last love is Lajjo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kammo and Vimmo stroke some phallic vegetables and realize that they both loved the same dude, Lovechand Kukreja.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv looks at his first love, an Asian girl who touches his cheek disinterestedly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia gasps, maybe because Shiv seems way more into the relationship than his girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guru’s first love wasn’t that into him either, so he shot her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman leaves angry messages on Rohit’s machine, telling him that he can’t forget his first love, and begging Rohit to call him back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think Aman needs to let it go, since Rohit seems to have written it off as just a fleeting, drunken night of passion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kantaben hears the message, and the thought of Rohit being involved in a homosexual relationship with Aman causes her to quake with fear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe she’s quaking with fear at the thought that their happy and loving relationship has gone sour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Difficult to tell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy, KANTABEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-15.html"&gt;Part 15&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-17.html"&gt;Part 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111619562611649027?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111619562611649027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111619562611649027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111619562611649027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111619562611649027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-16.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 16'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111603356355516319</id><published>2005-05-13T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:23:38.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman enters his living room and listens to a message from a depressed-sounding Rohit on the answering machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina skips down the street and then pirouettes through the train station.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she walks up to Aman’s house, it starts to rain; Naina smiles happily, because soon she and Aman will be singing and writhing around in the rain, wearing drenched, clingy clothing and almost kissing but not quite.  Perhaps there will be erect nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman opens the door to see Naina holding the bouquet of roses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They sit down, and Naina tries to make small talk while Aman does that thing where he insults her because he thinks it’s cute even though really it’s just annoying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina stammers, trying to figure out how to tell Aman that she wants to writhe around in the rain and almost kiss him, but then she notices the photo from Priya’s wedding lying on the coffee table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks Aman who the person in the picture is, and Aman says that it’s Priya, his wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thunderclap!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina turns to look at him in shock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thunderclap Number 2!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks at him in a wider angle shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thunderclap Number 3!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina’s still looking at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman explains that he married Priya three years ago, and they had the usual husband-wife arguments, but then one day Aman did that thing where he says something completely rude and pretends that he’s kidding, so Priya left him and went to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now he’s in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to bring her back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Aman talks about his secret wife, Naina stares straight ahead, trying not to burst into hysterical sobs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman shows her the wedding picture again and talks about how pretty Priya is, then finally notices the look of utter despair on Naina’s face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her not to cry, because everything will work out with him and Priya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that she should get going before her stoic façade crumbles, but Aman tells her to stay, accidentally calling her Priya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unsurprisingly, Naina gets up to leave, probably fearful of being crushed under the weight of Aman’s complete obliviousness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks for the flowers, but Naina says that they’re for Chadda uncle, for introducing her to such nice people, but not their mysterious wives. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Naina goes outside, where she can let the hysterical sobs fly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aman’s mother asks Aman if he loves her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he doesn’t love Naina, so Aman’s mother is all, “Who said anything about Naina?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman insists that he doesn’t love Naina, but his mother holds up his hand, which has two fingers crossed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Busted!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She uncrosses his fingers and says that she’s his mother, and that Aman can’t lie to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, not if he’s going to do it that badly, with his fingers crossed and everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks her how he can tell Naina the truth, when even his own mother can’t face it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks her how he can tell Naina that the love for her in his heart is very strong, but that his heart itself is very weak.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to know how he can explain that Priya isn’t his wife, but rather, his friend and doctor, who is fighting day and night to keep him alive for a few more days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By taking walks and eating at pleasant outdoor cafes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says “Dammit!” a few times, fights back tears, and tells his mother that he’s dying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She starts crying and says that it’s not true, and that a transplant is possible, if only Priya can take a few more walks and find the appropriate restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells his mother that she must stay strong, so she vows that she will hide her tears, but asks him how he will hide his love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did a pretty good job of acting like a total jerk to Naina just a few minutes ago, so maybe it won't be that hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that it’s not his love any more, and that he just has to deliver it to the right destination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully that won’t involve making some kind of love potion out of a purple flower, because that’s been known to &lt;a href="http://www-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/midsummer/full.html"&gt;fuck all kinds of shit up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Naina sobs on a bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit stares sadly out a window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman stares sadly out a different window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A heart beats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it Aman’s crappy one?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Intermission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-14.html"&gt;Part 14&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-16.html"&gt;Part 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111603356355516319?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111603356355516319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111603356355516319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111603356355516319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111603356355516319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-15.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 15'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111561842024976331</id><published>2005-05-08T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:05:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Montage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi hangs out at Kunwari Kudi and says that there’s no such thing as love, only arranged marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jazz wears a slinky dress and talks about jism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guru says that love is pirated music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankie says that love is “to chill.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he’ll tell us about love in a second, but right now he’s busy hanging out on a bridge.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Song!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Separately, Naina and Rohit skip down the sidewalk, flinging their briefcases around and playing air guitar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit leans on some guy reading the newspaper and sings to him about how he’s been feeling for the past few days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina sings that everything has changed, steals some guy’s frappuccino, and dances around a coffee shop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quick montage of couples being lovey-dovey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina walks down a busy sidewalk wearing a shower cap, then realizes that she’s wearing a shower cap, takes it off, and smiles giddily, because when you’re in love, even walking around like a jackass in a shower cap is awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the bookstore, she sings and reads some chick-lit, but the bookstore lady tells her to shut up, so she buries her face in some Pablo Neruda poems and teleports onto a bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried using some David Sedaris essays to teleport onto the subway, but that didn’t seem to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina snaps her fingers and starts dancing around the bus as her fellow passengers smile and nod politely at the crazy lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit sits on a precarious-looking balcony railing and sings about how swell he’s been feeling since his heart started melting, then gives himself a noogie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the sidewalk, he sings that he’s happy and leans again on someone reading the paper. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s that guy who was reading the paper before!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he’s moved on to the Arts section!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit pinches his cheeks and they do the do-si-do, then they give each other a big hug, because so much has happened between them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit and Naina ballroom dance with themselves, then Naina flails spastically in front of a Virgin Megastore, skips around on a bridge, throws some flowers in the air, then flails spastically some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Montage of more happy couples, including two wiggling flowers that seem to be having flower sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how the guy who was laying on the ground, wiggling two flowers together to simulate flower sex, was feeling about his career that day.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit is at the salon, holding a chunk of brick that is getting a manicure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rewound it several times, but I still have no idea what’s going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gets out of a cab and checks out his reflection in a mirror that dancing workmen are conveniently carrying into a nearby building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit spins around in front of the mirror, because getting a random chunk of brick manicured apparently does wonders for one’s appearance and confidence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frappuccino guy offers Naina the frappuccino, since she already stole it and everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, she’s got some gigantic sleeves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They look like &lt;a href="http://www.bonafido.com/page6.html"&gt;those collars that people put on dogs when they're injured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina dance with various members of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;’s service industry, then sing about getting high and surfing waves or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They cross paths without seeing each other, and then they sing again that something has happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But will they ever tell us what?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;End of song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman gives a speech about how when you’re in love, everything changes, including your opinion about whether red looks nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Rohit picks out a red tie, while Naina admires a red dress, because something has happened to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that when you’re in love, there is only one name on your lips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says, “Naina,” Naina says, “Aman,” and Aman says “Sweetu,” since Sweetu is sitting right in front of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says “Sweetu” a few more times and then asks her if she loves Frankie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Sweetu telling Naina, “I love Frankie,” to which Naina responds, “I love Aman,” because everything is all about her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over the phone, Rohit tells Aman that he loves Naina, while Aman walks somewhere with Priya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Rohit that he’ll meet him at his apartment, then ditches Priya even though they are on an important walk, trying to solve their serious problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetu advises Naina to tell Aman, while Aman advises Rohit to tell Naina, then punches him in the solar plexus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina wusses out and calls Rohit instead, maybe because she’s afraid of getting punched in the solar plexus by Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She arranges to meet Rohit at 5pm at a place called “Water’s Edge,” because they both have something to tell each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something that can only end badly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit gives Aman a hug and repeatedly tells him that he loves him, just in time for Kantaben to walk in, gawk at the homoeroticism, and collapse unnoticed onto a gigantic couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The incidental music sings, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy, KANTABEN!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina pulls up in a cab at Water’s Edge, wearing her red dress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she arrives, Rohit, wearing his red tie, tells some violinists to start playing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina compliment each other on their red clothing, then fidget awkwardly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Naina blurts out, “I love Aman!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit smiles, frozen, as the violinists’ tune modulates into the minor key of unrequited love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says excitedly that she knew he would be shocked by the news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells her she has no idea how shocked, then takes the imaginary knife that Naina has plunged into his heart and twists it in a bit further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that she’s nervous, because she doesn’t know if Aman loves her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s definitely not great at picking up subtle signals of love, like, say, dates at romantic restaurants with violin serenades, champagne, and roses, so that’s not surprising.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina asks Rohit if she should tell Aman about her feelings, and Rohit blurts out “No!” but then quickly amends it to “Go, go!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina gets up eagerly to go talk to Aman, Rohit hands her the red roses and tells her to give them to Aman, because apart from macking on married women in the elevator, Rohit is a total sweetie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells Rohit that he’s cute and that she loves him, then runs off to go declare her love more sincerely to someone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit watches Naina leave and says sadly that he loves her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-13.html"&gt;Part 13&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-15.html"&gt;Part 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111561842024976331?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111561842024976331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111561842024976331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111561842024976331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111561842024976331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-14.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 14'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111510047738905295</id><published>2005-05-02T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:05:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Naina wonders if unhappiness is just around the corner, she walks past Aman and Priya having lunch outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priya looks pensive and tells Aman that she needs more time, because the unidentified problem that they are discussing is serious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have an argument about whether Aman should have come to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and Priya repeats that she needs more time, both his time and hers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What would have happened if she only needed her time, but not his?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could they have somehow disrupted the space-time continuum in order to only waste her time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he came to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; because of her, and will do what she says.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that his time is hers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what about if she’s stationary, and he’s traveling at the speed of light?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crying, Jennifer says that they have to leave the restaurant in two months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone’s there, including Frankie, so apparently Frankie was cool with how Sweetu decided he was her boyfriend five minutes after meeting him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit, wearing another Renaissance Fair shirt, offers to help Jennifer out with the money situation, but Dadi objects to seeking help from a Gujarati.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even a Gujarati from Renaissance times?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that this is a serious problem, and Aman says there’s a simple solution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stands up so he can go into Inspirational Speech Mode, and rhetorically asks what the restaurant serves that can’t be found anywhere else on their street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, there’s the possibility of sex with Jazz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman then asks why the Chinese restaurant across the street is doing so well, as a gong sounds and we cut to a shot of a Asian family standing in front of the restaurant and bowing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shouldn’t they be running the restaurant instead of standing around outside and reinforcing cultural stereotypes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jazz swears some more at them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that their Chinese restaurant does so well because they brought their country and culture with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s also why Chili’s does so well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that they should take advantage of the fact that they are Indian, and bring &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or at least a sampling of Indian dishes that &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; is most likely already familiar with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina is skeptical, but Aman says confidently that they must try, because those who try never lose. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Really?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have guessed that a good 65% of those who try lose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They form a huddle, raise their arms, and cheer, “YO!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait, what?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Song!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they redecorate the restaurant, everyone sings “Chale Chalo” from &lt;i style=""&gt;Lagaan&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hope next they don’t sing that terrible song with the English lady going, “Oh I’m in love!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am in love!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I’m in loooooooove!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman dances around with a rolling pin while Rohit brandishes a pepper mill, then Aman rolls his eyes at Rohit because he’s brandishing a pepper mill, which is clearly more retarded than dancing around with a rolling pin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone steps outside and points defiantly at the Asian family, who look frightened and a bit confused about where all this hostility is coming from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ooh, samosas!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman bumps into Naina, and they exchange lingering glances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the camera shakes, everyone sings about how they’re going to shake things up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina takes down the American flag in the window while Rohit checks her out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankie replaces the “&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;” in “Café &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;” with “&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet they saved a good four dollars at Kinko’s by printing out just the “&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina hang an Indian flag in the window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There seems to be a bit of controversy about which direction the “Please Seat Yourself”/”Please Wait to be Seated” sign should face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Please Seat Yourself” wins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having changed into nicer clothes, everyone waits to see if customers will arrive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Asian family watches from across the street, because it’s not like they have a restaurant to run or anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moments pass with no one arriving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer’s face falls, as everyone grows disappointed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s okay, guys, I know it’s been a good ten seconds since you opened your restaurant and you still haven’t had a single customer, but I bet you that within the next ten seconds or so, business will totally be booming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, look at that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman high fives Jennifer in the bustling restaurant, says “Yo, Jenny!” and gives her a hug while Naina looks on happily.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina sits on the couch in Aman’s living room and asks him why he has done all this for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that Naina’s mother’s eyes are full of pain, and that whatever he has done has been for those eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He explains that his problem is that he can’t bear to see any mother’s pain, because mothers display everything that is supposed to be in their heart through their eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That does sound pretty gross; I can see why Aman wouldn't want to look at that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He cups his heart and says that this is where mothers think from, understand, and love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the empty cavity where their heart used to be before it got transferred to their eyes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is all very confusing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that mothers also like to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations and start crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They turn around to look at Aman’s mother, who is eavesdropping from the kitchen, crying from the eyeball-shaped organs that now house her heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells Aman that he’s crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aman takes off Naina’s glasses and stares at her, repeating her name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina blushes and stands up, looking off into the distance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She presses her hand to her cheek and looks overwhelmed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks her what happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that she can’t see anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tries on her glasses and asks her if she can see now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’ll work if Aman puts the glasses on his chest.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina meets Rohit near a train station, and he asks her where the glasses have gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He comments that she looks pretty and is even smiling, then asks where Naina went, checking behind her to see if she has disappeared up her own ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells him to shut up and says that whenever she’s with him, she’s happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Except that time when she was crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina asks Rohit if it’s ever happened to him that he didn’t like someone at first, then liked them a little, then liked them a lot, then…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks her then what, but Naina just says “You know,” and gives him &lt;a href="http://www.himalmag.com/august2001/lastpage.html"&gt;the South Asian head nod&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks her why she’s asking him this, and she says just because, then leaves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that was a completely pointless conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina walks away, she smacks herself in the head as a woman sings that something has happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit also smacks his head as a male voice sings that something surely has happened. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These people are all about expressing themselves in the vaguest way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-12.html"&gt;Part 12&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-14.html"&gt;Part 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-14.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111510047738905295?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111510047738905295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111510047738905295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111510047738905295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111510047738905295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-13.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 13'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111475742152746972</id><published>2005-04-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:00:37.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit and Naina get carried out of the club by some large bouncers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina screams at them to let her go, Rohit asks a bouncer who looks nothing like Mohammed Ali if he’s Mohammed Ali.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells them to shut up while Rohit tries not to puke, then they walk down the middle of the street in &lt;st1:place&gt;Times Square&lt;/st1:place&gt; and sing “It’s the time to Disco.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like their own little &lt;i style=""&gt;New Year’s Rockin’ Eve&lt;/i&gt; special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina talk about walking to school when they were kids, then Rohit starts to fake cry and says that he misses his father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks Rohit when his father died, and Rohit says indignantly that he’s still alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that she misses her father, too, then starts to fake cry in a slightly more convincing manner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit walks over to her, wipes her tears, and tells her that he really likes her, and that his day is not complete until he has seen her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But did she have him at hello?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or show him the money?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the piano theme of tentative romance swells, Aman lets go of Naina’s other hand and looks sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells Rohit that he’s cute, and Rohit starts play fighting with her and saying that he’ll box her one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dad used to say that, and would then taunt his opponent by saying that they boxed like a chicken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe that’s how he got my mom to marry him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman stands behind them and wistfully watches as they laugh and box each other one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn breaks behind a silhouetted bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Rohit’s apartment, where Rohit and Aman nuzzle each other in bed while Laila the dog sits behind them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Half-asleep, Rohit says “Good morning, Laila,” and pats Aman on the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says good morning to Rohit, who sleepily asks if Laila has learned to speak.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman opens his eyes and barks, causing Rohit to open his eyes and sit up, startled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman explains that he dropped Rohit off, then decided to crash in Rohit’s bed because it was late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, but why is he barking like a dog?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And how many times did they have sex?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks for some water, and Rohit tells him to get it himself, because it’s right next to Rohit’s crotch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That Rohit’s a smooth operator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman bends over Rohit’s crotch to get some water, while Rohit stretches and groans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An older woman walks in, carrying a tray with some breakfast on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman retrieves the water, sits up, and greets the surprised Kantaben.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hands shaking, Kantaben tells Rohit that breakfast is ready and asks what she should get the guest, looking suspiciously at Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman leans cozily against Rohit  and asks Kantaben for a banana, making a thumbs-up gesture with his hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s nice to know that phallic banana jokes can transcend the barriers of language and culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman does some more ambiguously gay stuff, and Kantaben recoils, wiping her eyes on her sari in order to remove the residue of gay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she takes another peek.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Watch out, Kantaben, it might be contagious!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman and Rohit make coffee, and Aman confirms that Rohit and Naina didn’t meet at the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says that when he first met Naina, he didn’t like her at all, but that now…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman interrupts and says he understands, that Rohit and Naina are very close.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he puts some milk in his coffee, he asks Rohit if he wants more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says he’s happy with just friendship, and Aman says he was talking about the milk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is Rohit drinking Parmalat?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That stuff’s gross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Aman gets up to leave, he tells Rohit that he knows everything about Naina, because he read Rohit’s diary, up until the part about Rohit’s red chuddies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t that the part where you would want to &lt;i style=""&gt;start&lt;/i&gt; reading?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe that’s just me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;At church, the gospel choir sings “Amen” as the service comes to an end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman greets Jennifer, saying that he liked the service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprised, Naina comes up to him, and Aman tells her to stop following him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tries to leave, but Aman grabs her hand and says he was just joking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He continues to hold her hand and makes a speech about how last night, he realized that she was a girl, but that for some reason she wants to hide the girl in her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So all this time Aman thought Naina was a man?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He adds that somewhere, her father is watching her, and would rather see Naina smiling than crying over him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if the reason she's smiling is because she's completely hammered and stripping in public? Naina's dad sounds like a pretty cool guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman points at her dimple and tells her to smile, then sings the gospel choir’s “Amen” song and dances away with an old lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina smiles and touches her dimple.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voiceover Naina says that everyone was falling for Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A montage reveals that Aman has convinced the 3 Amigos to give up singing in favor of doing the &lt;a href="http://www.homeindia.com/catalogue/fashion/bollywood/images/33454l.jpg"&gt;whorehouse dance from &lt;i style=""&gt;Devdas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has given Shiv a stepladder so he can play basketball, and has inspired Gia to impersonate him in doll form.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, he’s made Naina smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eight times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-11.html"&gt;Part 11&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-13.html"&gt;Part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-13.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111475742152746972?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111475742152746972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111475742152746972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111475742152746972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111475742152746972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-12.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 12'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111437722352612863</id><published>2005-04-24T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:08:01.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disco music plays as we cut to a club with lots of pink lighting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The club appears to have a strict dress code requiring either skintight vinyl or swimwear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bonus points for both!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman, Sweetu, and Rohit do a shot, and Frankie asks them if they’re having fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He invites Sweetu to hang out in the DJ cabin while Aman asks Rohit and Naina how they met.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They say that they met at the park, where they were walking their doggies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Aman points out that Naina doesn’t have a doggy, Rohit explains that Naina was walking his doggy, because he has two doggies and in fact sometimes looks like a doggy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s funny because it’s &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/shropshire/films/bollywood/2003/11/images/pop_up_body_ek_hasina_thi.jpg"&gt;true&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina finishes the convincing story by saying that then they met at a friend’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Aman asks which friend, Rohit sees Gita and says, “Gita!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit reminds Naina that it’s that Gita with the two filthy children, then says hi to Gita.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gita asks Rohit why he isn’t out with his family, and Rohit introduces Aman and Naina as his mummy and daddy while Aman stares at Gita’s boobs.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman asks Gita if she is the same Gita with the two filthy children, and Rohit spits out his drink. Gita yells at him for not telling her that he had a girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says that Naina isn’t his girlfriend, but Gita walks off angrily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says he’s confused, and Naina tells him to shut up, because he knew all along that she and Rohit weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that Aman was the one who told her to laugh, smile and say “Eee Hee Hee!” but Aman points out that he actually told her “Nnnnnnggggg!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nnnnnggggg!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tries it too, because it’s fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nnnnngggg!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina says that if living life means dancing, singing, and drinking, anyone can do it, but she doesn’t want to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that she can’t do it because she’s a bloody bore, and Rohit tells her that she is quite boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The subtitles transcribe this as “You are a cute boy.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It must be one of those lift/elevator, batchmate/classmate type of things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Aman turn away from Naina and talk about how hot Gita is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks pissed, pushes past them toward the bar, and does five shots in a row.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman cheers her on as Rohit looks concerned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina starts screaming and runs out onto the dance floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She grinds with a bald guy in a hot pink wifebeater then screams in his face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Hindi, she tells a go-go dancer writhing on a pillar to get down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dancer is confused, so Naina drags her down, stands on the pillar, then screams at Frankie to stop the music.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a new beat kicks in, Naina takes off her glasses, squints for a moment, then pouts sexily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She unzips her jacket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman looks on eagerly, while Rohit covers his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina rips off her jacket to reveal a sports bra-looking top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit wants to stop her, but Aman points out that everyone else at the club is naked, too, and cheers her on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina jumps around, pointing at her back, then sings that hers is a crazy heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She shakes some imaginary maracas and sways to the beat, because she has nothing to feel shy or hesitate about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she dances and sings, she sings that they should dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And sing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because it’s the time to disco!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something something kisko!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina says that you never know who you’ll meet when it’s the time to disco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s Rohit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He points in different directions and sings that his is also a crazy heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He drops to his knees and springs up again repeatedly, then flaps his arms like a bird as women chat in the foreground about the crazy flapping guy on the dance floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He twirls his jacket over his head and throws it in the air, because it’s still the time to disco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina do a little jig, then disco-point toward the ceiling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone jumps up and down and points toward their backs, including Aman, who is still sitting at the bar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit tells some hot chicks to go over and grind with Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hot chicks fondle Aman in slow motion front of a wind machine while Naina looks on jealously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now Aman’s dancing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He does some chorus line kicks and sings about gyrating bodies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reaches up to the ceiling because his heart’s being carried away in the storm, then thrusts out his crotch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that doesn’t get carried away in the storm as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit is drowned in merriment, and does the &lt;a href="http://home.tu-clausthal.de/%7Eifjkl/pics/vincentdance.jpg"&gt;Pulp Fiction finger triangle move&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina skips around and shakes her imaginary maracas again, then joins Aman and Rohit in pointing to the ceiling and informing us that it’s the time to disco in case we hadn’t heard yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the music slows down, Rohit, Naina, and Aman go to the back room of the club where all the drunken grinding occurs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina grinds drunkenly with the guy in the hot pink wifebeater, then starts grinding with Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She realizes she’s grinding with Aman, looks horrified, then goes to grind with Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two guys sing, “Woah Woah!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman points to his ass and then marches in place; behind him, Rohit does a split next to a smoke machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They sing about being young and drunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina sings that this is the way to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I totally wish I was drunk right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina shimmies behind a woman who looks like she’s wearing men’s underwear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit, Naina, and Aman do another jig and announce that it’s the time to disco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Aman decide that they should inform Naina that it’s the time to disco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina dances on top of the bar and tells us again about her crazy heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the problem with getting drunk; you start repeating the same stuff over and over again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus sometimes there’s ill-advised anonymous sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A vinyl-covered ass bumps another ass; I think it’s Aman’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman sways to the beat with the hot chicks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit looks at an ass that’s shaking about two inches from his face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman sways with the hot chicks some more, while Rohit swoons, because his brain has gone into ass overload.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess what time is it, guys?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not going to tell you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh all right, it’s the time to disco!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina does another shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She shoves Aman and starts to tell him something, but falls over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit concludes that she’s drunk, then falls over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman looks at them, then goes out to dance some more while the song winds down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Disco!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-10.html"&gt;Part 10&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-12.html"&gt;Part 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111437722352612863?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111437722352612863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111437722352612863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111437722352612863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111437722352612863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-11.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 11'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111415360525425010</id><published>2005-04-21T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:46:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman’s mother compliments the smile of someone named Priya and shows Aman a photo of himself and Sonali Bendre, who is decked out in some heavy-looking bridal finery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman asks where she found the wedding photo, and she says it was in the file sitting next to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is Aman’s mother a secret agent?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s she doing with files?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think she’s going to assassinate Priya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that she heard that Aman is meeting with Priya today and asks if she should come along, but Aman says that he wants to speak to Priya in private.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess Aman's mom will have  to lurk behind a nearby bush with a sniper rifle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks if he’s scared, and Aman says that he isn’t, but crosses his fingers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that everything will be all right as the sad flute theme of impending tragedy swells.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a ferry, Sweetu eats a donut while Naina tells her that nothing will be all right until she loses some weight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  In fact, Sweetu's weight is actually responsible for the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.  &lt;/span&gt;Across the deck Sweetu sees the goofy headphone guy from the train station, and she comments again on his cuteness as he whistles and moves his hands in a doggy-paddling motion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly Aman pops up behind Naina and introduces himself to Sweetu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that a guy who truly loves her won’t look at her weight, but will look deeply into her heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully he won’t see any hardened arteries.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman commences a scheme to set up Sweetu and the goofy headphone guy that involves pretending that he is Sweetu’s boyfriend, calling the goofy headphone guy Ramdayal, and making jokes about the haircuts in &lt;i style=""&gt;Dil Chahta Hai&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ramdayal, whose name turns out to be Frankie, seems as confused by the scheme as I am, but invites Sweetu and Aman to Club Nirvana, where he will be DJ'ing for Retro Night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells them to bring their mummy, gesturing toward Naina, who is reading what appears to be &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0684841487/qid=1114150484/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/104-2358343-9242300?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;the most boring book ever written&lt;/a&gt;, then he wanders off, presumably to go smoke a bowl in the ferry restroom.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;When Naina disparages Aman’s nonsensical but effective matchmaking plan, Aman says that she’s just jealous that Sweetu has a boyfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does Frankie know that Sweetu has a boyfriend?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that she has a boyfriend, too – Rohit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that she told Aman he was just a friend because she doesn’t like to talk about her personal life with everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetu is sad that Naina didn’t tell her about Rohit, but Aman tells Sweetu that they can go to the club without Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says defiantly that she and Rohit will go too, because she’s down with the hip young people and their disco dancing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to a bookstore, where Rohit tells Naina that he can’t go, because Gita is coming over for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He says that Gita really likes him, but Naina says that Gita is a stupid liar who just wants a father for her children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, what kind of selfish bitch wants her children to be raised in a stable two-parent household?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As they order bagels, Rohit points out that Naina’s also a liar, but she says that she only lied because Aman is so irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She says she wants to show Aman that she can have a boyfriend who is handsome, cool and sexy, then asks how much the bagels cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit is busy ordering and asks her to repeat what she just said, but she thinks he’s talking about bagels, and confusion with the bagel vendor ensues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina totally steals a bagel without paying for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She repeats what she said about Rohit being handsome, cool, and sexy, but offers no opinion as to whether he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000013G9/qid=1114152136/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl15/104-2358343-9242300?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;CrazySexyCool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina says that he’s right that they shouldn’t pretend just for Aman, but Rohit, flattered, changes his mind and says that they should do the boyfriend-girlfriend thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whether he’s talking about the pretend boyfriend-girlfriend thing or the actual boyfriend-girlfriend thing remains ambiguous, but they agree to meet at Club Nirvana at 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder if it’s the sort of club where dancing and singing might occur, or if it’s more of a low-key, lounge-y type of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-9.html"&gt;Part 9&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-11.html"&gt;Part 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111415360525425010?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111415360525425010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111415360525425010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111415360525425010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111415360525425010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-10.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 10'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111376811719440992</id><published>2005-04-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:11:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two cabs stop in front of Naina’s house, and Rohit and some guy in a white tux with a ruffly shirt get out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They bump into each other, and Rohit calls the other guy a waiter, even though he shouldn't make fun of people's clothing while wearing a shirt with a lace-up collar that looks like it came from the Renaissance Fair.&lt;span style=""&gt; Unless he's actually at the Renaissance Fair. &lt;/span&gt;They tell each other that they are looking for numbers 29 and 27, then say something in unison that sounds like “Caboose!” but is maybe “Kapoors.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;At Naina’s house, Aman and Gia fence with their silverware.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia watches sadly as Dadi fawns over Shiv, telling him that he looks like &lt;a href="http://www1.hawahawai.com/index.cfm?Page=ViewPicture&amp;PBig=p_rakesh_roshan_002.jpg%20&amp;amp;PhotoImagesID=2548"&gt;Rakesh Roshan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next door, Jazz tries to zip up Sweetu’s dress and makes some fat joke that I don’t get about the “BEST Bus.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the BEST bus looks like Aishwarya Rai’s house?&lt;span style=""&gt;  I guess I'll have to go to the bas staap to find out. &lt;/span&gt;The doorbell rings in both houses simultaneously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that it’s Rohit and stands up to get the door, but Dadi insists on answering it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next door Jazz opens the door and says a flirty “Hel-lo!” to… Rohit, who has brought a bottle of wine and removed some wrist accessories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Dadi answers the door and greets the guy in the white tux, who was expecting someone younger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi explains that the date’s for her granddaughter, and the tux guy blows her a kiss and says “contribution.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jazz flirts with Rohit, then calls for Sweetu, which Rohit assumes is Naina’s nickname and therefore mocks.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next door, white tux guy introduces himself as Guru, and Dadi directs him to the dining room; meanwhile, Rohit wanders around Sweetu’s living room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jazz returns, puts on some Let’s Have Sex music, and flirts with Rohit, who seems slightly frightened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guru says that he lives in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Heights&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and talks about his den in Mumbai, while Jazz sits on Rohit’s lap, compliments his long nose, and asks him what he does for a living. &lt;span style=""&gt;  Next door &lt;/span&gt;Guru says that he is a video pirate, then extends his fist and says “Video piracy zindabad!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if that's the Hindi equivalent of “Avast, me video hearties!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina accuses him of theft, and Guru gets upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next door, Jazz tries to make her move, but Rohit says that he has to go to the bathroom; coincidentally, Guru also has to go to the bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit throws water on his face and tells himself that everything will be ok, then turns around and bumps into Sweetu; they both scream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So does everyone in Naina’s house, because Guru has a gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman seems excited that someone might get shot, but it turns out it’s just a gun-shaped lighter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guru says that he’s bailing because Naina is thorny like a cactus.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Rohit figures out that Sweetu is Sweetu and not Naina, and tries to leave, but Jazz grabs onto Rohit’s arm and won’t let go, so he reluctantly slaps her hand, which makes the noise of a slide whistle, and runs away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guru and Rohit run into each other on the sidewalk and figure out what happened, then jump into a passing cab, saying that they will call Naina and Sweetu later.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman starts laughing at the mix-up, but Naina is not amused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that normal people find such situations funny, and Naina asks if he’s saying that she’s not normal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that if she’s normal, then he’s Sridevi, then does his &lt;a href="http://bollywood501.com/classic_f/sridevi/gallery-1/html/06.html"&gt;Sridevi impersonation&lt;/a&gt;, which is quite nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina points out that Aman is also not normal, what with the acting like he’s known them for years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he’s known them for several lifetimes, then starts poking her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina, irritated, tells him to start acting like her neighbor, so Aman honks her nose, says “Ting tong!” and asks for a cup of milk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina laughs sarcastically and tells him to take his happy-go-lucky nature and bring it next door, because she isn’t interested.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman shushes her, then makes a big speech about how she should value the life she has been given, because even though it might look shitty in her eyes, through someone else’s eyes it seems pretty good, and also, kal ho naa ho.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he tells her that he will teach her how to smile in a simple three-part process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The process is to say “1,2,3, nnnnngggg!” and pretend to pull at the corners of your mouth with a piece of string on 3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try it, it's fun.  He repeats it several times, moving closer and closer into her personal space, until she slaps him away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he tells her to keep practicing, says that he’s very sexy, growls, says that Naina’s not his type, and tells her again to practice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Naina brushes her teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, as Voiceover Naina says that all night she wondered whether Aman was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Naina takes the toothbrush out of her mouth and goes “1,2,3, nnnnnnggggg!” at the mirror, but without the sound effects and hand gestures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cut to Rohit, lying on his bed, who says that of course Naina smiles, like that time when, uhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dadi says that Naina will smile at her wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rohit sits in a bathtub next to some grooming products and says, "uhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Naina’s mother says that when she was with her father, she smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rohit gets into a cab and says, "uhh…" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guru says that when his big brother threatens her, she will smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rohit eats Chinese food, and can’t say "uhh," because his mouth is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-8.html"&gt;Part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-10.html"&gt;Part 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111376811719440992?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111376811719440992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111376811719440992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111376811719440992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111376811719440992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-9.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 9'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111376793510087388</id><published>2005-04-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:48:20.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman is still carrying Gia, who Naina angrily calls over to the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman walks over with Gia and apologizes for the spontaneous dance routine, then introduces himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he looks at Naina, he says that he didn’t know that his neighbors were so beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks indignant, but Aman says that he was talking about Jennifer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he tells Jennifer that she’s very very very beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, maybe very beautiful, but very very very beautiful?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman says that he wants to marry Gia, insults Naina, then invites himself over for dinner at 8.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he insults Naina again and leaves.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina and Dadi ask Jennifer why she invited Aman over for dinner, and she says that he invited himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kammo, Vimmo, and Lajjo (hereafter known as the 3 Amigos) enter, as Kammo explains that boys come over from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and take girls for a ride for a green card.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo looks concerned, but Jazz tells her that it’s no big deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually know some people who had a sham marriage so one of them could get a green card. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unless you’re from the INS, in which case I don’t know anyone like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that she’s inviting Rohit and Sweetu for dinner as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The 3 Amigos inquire as to Rohit’s marital status, and Naina says that he’s a boy, he’s single, and he’s Gujarati.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The 3 Amigos are displeased, I assume because of the third thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells them to relax, and she says he’s just a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/biz-markie/18799.html"&gt;baby, he got what you need&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says he’s a close friend, like Sweetu, who is right behind them, wearing curlers, a mask, and a gigantic feather boa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetu explains that she’s going on a blind date, which is not in fact a date with a blind boy, as Vimmo had incorrectly assumed, but a date where the boy and the girl have never seen each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jazz says that when the guy sees her, he will go blind from the shock, because Sweetu is a horrifying and ghastly sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, she doesn’t say the last part, but really, how else are you supposed to interpret that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetu says “Bye all,” and Jazz replies, “Bye ball!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure if that’s a “Sweetu is fat” joke, a cheesy sexual innuendo joke, or a goofy Indian rhyming joke; these jokes all just have so many layers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tend to prefer jokes that work on just one level, rather than sucking on three different levels. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina calls up Rohit, who is wearing 5 watches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait, let me rewind that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK, I paused it, and I think it’s a beaded bracelet, a leather wristband, and a watch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s definitely all about the wrist accessorizing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says he’s at Gita’s apartment in &lt;st1:place&gt;Soho&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where she lives with two other girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina comments that he’s found a bonus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naughty!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Gita walks into the split-screen with the two other girls, who are…crying babies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They scream cutely and run away from Rohit, who is distracted as Naina invites him over for dinner at 8.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to a woman on a tiny set who is on the phone, asking “&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="20"&gt;8 p.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt;?”  She explains that that’s short notice for Kunwari Kudi. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The woman has two binders, one for women below 45, and one for women above 45, because apparently sometimes women over 45 want love and companionship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knew?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo tells her that she wants a Sardar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Sardar data entry guy asks if he should go, but the Kunwari Kudi woman tells him to shut up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aman opens the door and asks Naina where she’s been.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina carries some groceries in as Aman calls “Jenny” to tell her that Naina’s home, and then makes himself at home in the kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman helps Jenny with the cooking, and they tell each other that they are also very sweet, as Naina walks in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells her that Rohit called to say that he would be a bit late, and asks whether Rohit’s her boyfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says he’s just a friend and tells her mother that she would like to talk to her privately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Gia to leave, then butts in on the conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina drags Jennifer to another room, where they run into Chadda and Aman’s mother, who seems to be reading a coloring book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They say hello, then Naina drags Jennifer into the hallway, where Shiv shows off the new Knicks shirt he got from Aman.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Naina runs into Aman, who shoves some food in her mouth and asks if it needs something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says it needs salt, and he tells her that she has the same problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s not salty enough?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you have to be high to understand these jokes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh wait, that can’t be the problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman walks across the room to go snoop through the restaurant accounts, and asks Naina how they can be so bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina takes the book away, saying it’s her private affair, Aman’s mother comes in to apologize and tell her that Aman’s crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi tells her that she should have smacked him when he was a kid, then they all say a bunch of stuff that rhymes with “ji” and sit down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-9.html"&gt;Part 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111376793510087388?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111376793510087388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111376793510087388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111376793510087388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111376793510087388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-8.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 8'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111328957100284217</id><published>2005-04-11T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:06:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guitar solo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People breakdance in front of the giant American flag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of them has a hula hoop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brrrrrruuuuaah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jazz finishes dance-watering the bushes and goes out to flirt with Aman, who has raised the hood on his sweatshirt so that he can gesticulate wildly and perform some bad rap:&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Yo Pretty Woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen Up Girl When U Feel This Way&lt;br /&gt;Don't U See The Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Coming Out Today&lt;br /&gt;You Got To Feel It Right Just Like Day After Night&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Let The Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Out Of Your Sight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Can Feel You&lt;br /&gt;Can You Feel It&lt;br /&gt;When I Say That&lt;br /&gt;I Can Feel You Here&lt;br /&gt;Can U Feel Me&lt;br /&gt;When I Say That&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;“I’m CRAZY about you, Pretty Woman!” Chadda tells Lajjo, looking crazed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo is not sure how to respond.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman sings that he is amazed by a sight that is the color of gold and the color of crystal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Huh?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it a chandelier?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He, Gia, and Shiv sit on the hood of a moving car as bubbles float by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Aman hops off to go do the running man in front of Naina, who pretends that none of this is happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman kisses his mother, then dances with some children, teaching them how to lasso things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like pretty women, I guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Group hug!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone seems happy except for Naina and Lajjo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A blond guy in a camouflage SPAM shirt starts dry-humping Lajjo, who looks horrified.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, who wears SPAM shirts anymore?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman rolls his eyes at Wacky SPAM Guy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey, the gospel choir’s here!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They sing, “Woah oh oh oh!” and dance down the street in front of the American flag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, we’re in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forgot for a second.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman runs over to march and sing with the gospel choir as people cartwheel across the street in front of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman and the gospel choir wear sunglasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Aman dances some more in the convertible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks pissed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone punches the air and then lassoes it so they can bring it back to the air ranch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chadda screams something in Hindi that means, “Go for it!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aman carries Gia and sings that the pretty woman's eyes hold an intoxication and that she has several other nice traits that he’s never seen before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he dances slowly in front of a crowd as bubbles float by and a giant graffiti banner walks past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The beat kicks in, and the crowd starts jumping in unison as Aman shakes his hips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A guy spins by and stops in front of Aman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They exchange a look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think they like each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Pretty Woman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look!” they say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina angrily pushes her glasses up again, and Jennifer stifles laughter.  I know that one day, if I have a daughter, and some random goofball shows up in front of our house with some extras and performs a spontaneous dance routine for her, I will totally be cracking up at her expense. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aman jumps onto the hood of a moving cab.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Sikh taxi driver gets out, looking pissed that the street is being blocked off by basketball players, a bhangra group, a gospel choir, and Wacky SPAM Guy and his friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then he hears the crazy bhangra beat, and starts dancing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo faints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetu and Jazz fight over a guy in a trucker hat wearing a sweater vest without a shirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina rolls her eyes some more, and Kammo and Vimmo carry Lajjo into the house for some medical attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;End of song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The crowd cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-8.html"&gt;Part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111328957100284217?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111328957100284217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111328957100284217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111328957100284217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111328957100284217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-7.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 7'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111328748974585578</id><published>2005-04-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:44:13.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly, winter becomes summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one knows why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Children in brightly-colored clothing play hopscotch in the street as the bhangra group rehearses nearby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people in this movie really seem to have very little concern for the possibility of being run over by oncoming traffic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv sits on the stoop and heckles the basketball players until one of them calls him a little shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia feeds her doll, which has an enormous head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shah Rukh Khan sits down between them and says hello.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He explains that he is their neighbor, then they insult each others’ relatives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They hear Lajjo and her friends’ horrible singing from upstairs, so Shah Rukh Khan starts yelling, interrupting the song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He calls Dadi Jennifer Lopez, perhaps because she has a fantastic ass, then he tells them to stop singing, because they are torturing Saraswati and causing the basketball players to lose their belief in music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kammo or Vimmo (I have no idea which is which) asks who he is, and he introduces himself as Aman Mathur, Chadda-ji’s nephew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chadda-ji shows up to apologize for Aman, and Aman makes up a song about Chadda and Lajjo’s prem kahani, waow-waow-waow, waow-waow-waow, waow-waow-waow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s almost as good as the Kunwari Kudi theme song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman tells Chadda that Dadi is quite sexy, as Chadda nods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo yells at Chadda, so he hides behind Aman, because Lajjo will never find him there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina sticks her head out a nearby window to ask what’s up with all the noise so early in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to her shirt, Naina is a “Sporty Girl.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman gawks at Naina, whose expression indicates that she wants to know what the hell Aman is gawking at.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman gestures for her to remove her glasses, but she pushes them up further and walks off in a huff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He continues gawking as Lajjo and her friends complain that he has come to their locality and stopped them from singing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;A singing voice is heard through the window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, the voice saw someone moments ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Aman, who sings, “Who is that stranger?” as Naina hides behind her portable MBA desk reference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a gigantic American flag rises up to fill the screen, Aman wonders what he may say to the stranger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hit it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chadda starts playing the dhol as Naina comes outside to figure out what the fuck is going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jazz and Sweetu dance and water their hedge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The friend that I’m just going to start calling Vimmo has a random streamer draped over her head and seems a bit disoriented.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aman continues to wonder about the stranger that he saw moments ago, and whether she is a bud or a ray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sings, “Pretty Woman!”&lt;span style=""&gt; and e&lt;/span&gt;veryone yells “Hey!” because the song suddenly seems familiar to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aman does a dance that resembles the Macarena as he sings, “Pretty Woman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he plays some air guitar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lajjo seems frightened, Vimmo continues to look confused, and Naina wears the skeptical expression of someone who can’t quite believe that a random dude in orange parachute pants has orchestrated an elaborate, quasi-patriotic dance routine on her front porch to a Hindi version of a Roy Orbison song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kammo and Vimmo start nodding their heads to the crazy bhangra beat while&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aman shrugs his shoulders and throws imaginary stuff in the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina scowls, and her mom nudges her playfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the backseat of a convertible, Aman and some women with well-defined abs dance and twirl those ribbons on sticks that rhythmic gymnasts use.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two little girls play under a sprinkler.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of them is shivering, so I guess the water is kind of cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111328748974585578?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111328748974585578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111328748974585578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111328748974585578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111328748974585578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-6.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 6'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111285653990746819</id><published>2005-04-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:54:08.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to a classroom, which a title informs us is the location of a &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;New York Evening MBA Session&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit and Naina insult each other in a playful fashion, then Rohit notices a girl standing in front of a wind machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The “Hey girl!” incidental music returns, but without the “Any girl will do!” chorus, because apparently Rohit has developed a minimal set of standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that this is a new student named Gita Pardekhar, and tells Rohit to leave her alone, because she is a divorced hussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit asks Gita to sit in his heart, or at least behind him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She reaches the seat at the same time as an older woman, and Gita motions for the older woman to take the seat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s totally what I would do if some random guy asked me to sit in his heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, maybe not if he looked like Saif Ali Khan. Rohit steals Naina’s pen and writes “Dinner at 9?” on a fluorescent orange post-it and passes it behind him without looking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The older woman looks flattered, writes a note back, and Rohit looks at it, smiles, and gives the thumbs up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he turns around and realizes he gave the note to a 50 year old woman instead of Gita.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looks worried as Naina smiles and returns the thumbs up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rohit pulls out a small black book, steals Naina’s pen and starts writing in it, as Naina voiceovers that she didn’t like him at all when she first met him, but that today, he’s a very close friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that basically he’s a nice guy, and she knows this because he didn’t cancel his date with the old lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Rohit and the woman at a restaurant, toasting wine glasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman chugs her wine all in one go, and Rohit stares for a moment in disbelief, then orders another glass for her, because if it’s not going to work out, they may as well get hammered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina voiceovers that when she sees Rohit, she forgets about all her household problems.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like Gia getting bitchslapped by her grandmother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi helps Shiv up from a fall as she admonishes Gia that he could have gotten hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she turns back to Gia to yell at her and shake her some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer walks in and tells Dadi that Gia’s just a child, and that it is Dadi’s duty to forgive her, not to hit her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi says that she can’t even forgive Jennifer, and Jennifer asks what she needs to be forgiven for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi says that it’s because of Jennifer that her son -- suddenly Naina walks in the door, covered in fake snow, and tells Dadi that that’s enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually she says “Bus!”  &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(According to this random &lt;a href="http://www.kwintessential.co.uk/resources/language/hindi-phrases.html"&gt;website of Hindi phrases&lt;/a&gt; that I just found, the Hindi term for “bus stop” is “bas staap.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just in case you were wondering.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina voiceovers that there is a fact that her family never talks about that was mentioned today, the fact that her father committed suicide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, no one mentioned it until Naina brought it up, but I’m glad she told us; it’s not good to keep those sorts of things bottled up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi tells Jennifer that the truth is always bitter, but Jennifer says that no one knows the truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106179/"&gt;Scully and Mulder&lt;/a&gt; ever find out the truth, or did they just end up being really confused at the end like I was?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upstairs, Gia, Shiv, and Jennifer huddle on the bed and cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia sobs that Dadi hates her, and Jennifer tells her that Dadi doesn’t hate her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv helpfully points out that Dadi actually hates Jennifer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love Shiv.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer tells him not to say that, and says that everything will be ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv asks when everything will be ok, and Jennifer tells them that when she was a girl, her mother told her that Jesus sends his angel to all of us to wipe our tears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what about if we’re crying over stupid shit?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like when I was 13, I really wanted this stereo with a CD player, and my parents wouldn’t buy it for me, and I had this big sobbing hissyfit in the food court, and then when I got home, it turned out they had already bought one and had wanted to surprise me with it for my birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God, I was an asshole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope Jesus doesn’t have to waste his time with shit like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Jennifer talks some more about how the angel will bring them happiness and take away their sorrows, and Gia asks when their angel will come.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Violins!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s some guy, on a boat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s facing away from the camera.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer tells Gia and Shiv to pray for an angel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s that guy again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he’s adjusting his scarf!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And fixing his hair!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina walks in and starts praying, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that guy’s at the train station with an older woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He walks down some stairs at the station, as we cut to a shot of the family praying from outside their window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That guy bumps into Naina, spilling coffee all over her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turns around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s Shah Rukh Khan!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s getting some napkins!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He overhears Naina talking all crazy about how Sweetu’s man is going to leave her, and thinks, “Dude, woman’s got abandonment issues.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetu says that she’s going to re-marry, and he laughs as Sweetu shoots him a look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-3.html"&gt;the sassy look from before&lt;/a&gt;, but from a different, more informative angle!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As she prays, Naina asks God to bring some light to these dark times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A light appears on the balcony across the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is God going to have a smoke on the balcony?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, it’s Shah Rukh Khan again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He plays with the fake snow and fixes his hair again, then looks across the street at the family praying through the window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He smiles to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111285653990746819?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111285653990746819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111285653990746819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111285653990746819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111285653990746819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-5.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 5'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111277045998690996</id><published>2005-04-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:00:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shot of a bridge at twilight, then a cut to Naina, waiting under a red umbrella by the Wall Street bull statue and bitching about the rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saif Ali Khan comes running up and jumps over a fence, but freezes mid-jump, as Naina realizes that she forgot to do the Saif Ali Khan voiceover.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We rewind to show him running backwards and into an elevator, then back to an office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The video plays forward again as he talks on the phone, and Naina voiceovers that this is Rohit Patel, son of Karsanbhai and Sarlabhen Patel, who are among the richest Gujaratis in America, and whose food chain Dial-a-Dhokla is quite popular in America.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They should expand into theme restaurants with random Indian junk nailed to the walls and servers who wear buttons that say stuff like, “We’re not in &lt;st1:place&gt;Gujarat&lt;/st1:place&gt; any more!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be popular, and awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit lives alone in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and has made no progress in the advertising world for the last three years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a pretty nice corner office for someone who sucks at advertising.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit leaves the office, he tells someone to have fun in the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hamptons&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, then tries to ask out the receptionist Julia, but some guy with an Eastern European accent beats him to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina voiceovers that Rohit isn’t as cool as he thinks he is, but that he never stops trying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An elevator opens to reveal a dark-haired woman on a cell phone who looks like Stacy from &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The incidental music sings, “Hey girl!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any girl will do!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;signaling that a lifelong romance is about to blossom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit edges past a tall black man standing near the front of the elevator and nods at the woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says “Hey gorgeous,” then hits on her in Hindi because he has Hindi-Speaking Person Telepathy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She responds in Hindi that she is married, in a voice that suggests that she learned her lines phonetically.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit says so what, and she says she’s married to the other guy in the elevator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They make kind of an odd couple, what with the standing stiffly several feet away from each other and not making eye contact through this whole conversation, but I shouldn’t judge their relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The elevator doors open to reveal the guy holding Rohit up by the neck as his wife screams, “Put him down, Lou!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Put him down!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So does Lou speak Hindi as well?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rohit adjust his tie, remembers that he’s late, and runs out of S.B.Y. Advertising Agency.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Rohit jumps over the fence again and walks up to Naina, she voiceovers that she’s taken M.B.A. classes with him for the last year.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina asks Rohit if he got hit again, so apparently this whole macking on people in the elevator in front of their significant others and then getting beaten up thing happens to him a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They talk about what they did that weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina went to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but only sarcastically, and Rohit’s weekend was rocking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and Laila were in the same room, in the same bed, all weekend long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina looks disgusted as Rohit pumps his fist in a manner indicating the occurrence of sexual intercourse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Rohit’s apartment, where two nearly empty glasses of wine sit on a coffee table next to a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt; with Tara Reid on the cover.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder what a movie starring Saif Ali Khan and Tara Reid would be like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking it would be a train wreck of fabulousness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera pans up to a pair of feet sticking out from under a sheet as Rohit laughs, “No, no, Laila, stop it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop it, Laila.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It pans further up to Rohit’s face, which is being licked by his dog, Laila.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait, so why does Rohit want Naina to think that he and the dog are having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111277045998690996?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111277045998690996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111277045998690996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111277045998690996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111277045998690996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-4.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 4'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111276847094230823</id><published>2005-04-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:47:22.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;As they walk through Grand Central Station, Naina hands Sweetu the letter that got mixed in with her mail, and Sweetu explains that it’s an application for a dating service. Naina asks Sweetu what she has written about herself, and she starts to say that she wrote that from far away, she looks like Aishwarya Rai, but Naina interrupts and says that up close, she looks like Aishwarya Rai’s house. Did she see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam&lt;/span&gt;?  That house is pretty sweet, except for the whole having to wander for days through the desert just to get to the damn place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Someone bumps into Naina, causing her to spill coffee all over herself. Sweetu starts to help her clean it up, but then gets distracted by a goofy-looking guy who is rapping along with his discman. “Just look at me, I’m out of control,” he raps, as he points to himself. Sweetu seems enthralled by the way he’s standing around in the middle of the train station, swaying back and forth like this panhandler that used to hang out in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Harvard Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; and sing along to “Not Yet a Girl, Not Yet a Woman” on his radio. &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Naina’s annoyed that Sweetu’s not paying any attention to her, and tells her to shut up. She says that Sweetu’s only interested in boys, and that one day, she’ll get the boy that she wants, they’ll get married and have kids, and then he’ll leave her and go away, and then what will Sweetu do? Sweetu says that she’ll just get married again, then glances sassily at the camera. She says that what her didi says is right, then touches Naina’s cheek and says, “Babes, you need help.” Naina looks exasperated.&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Cut to Lillette Dubey, who is peeking through some blinds at a Chinese restaurant across the street. She mutters some bleeped out swear words about the bastards taking all their business. Naina voiceovers that this is Jazz, full name Jaswinder Kapoor, Sweetu’s sister and unfortunately Jennifer’s best friend and business partner. Apparently her problems are the youth that she clings desperately to and the age that she refuses to accept. Aren’t those the same problem? Three attractive construction workers walk into the restaurant, so Jazz adjusts her boobs in her corset-y looking top and goes out to bring them some coffee in a flirtatious manner, pretending to burn herself with the hott, hott coffee and whatnot. They mock her because she is a single woman who has passed marriageable age, calling her “Mummy.” I’m not sure if they’re referring to her as their mother, or as a preserved Egyptian corpse. I guess either way, the joke is that she’s an old hag, so it works on a number of different levels. She throws them out of the diner, calling them some more bleeped out swear words. You know what’s nice about the internet? No bleeping. Shit! Fuck!&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Later, Jazz apologizes to Jennifer as Naina and Sweetu look on, Sweetu wearing an ugly-ass skirt that looks like it’s made of patriotic bunting. Jennifer is frustrated and recaps the loan situation for everyone, then says, “Goff!” in frustration as Naina gives her a hug.&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111276847094230823?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111276847094230823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111276847094230823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111276847094230823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111276847094230823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-3.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 3'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111257456724396022</id><published>2005-04-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:53:18.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lajjo tells her Saraswati statue that she and her friends Kammo and Vimmo are going to present a song, requested by their neighbor, Chaddha-ji.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She mentions that he lives in Queens, j&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust in case Saraswati wants to contact him later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a shrill voice they sing a song instructing someone named Pritam to come hither, so loudly and poorly that all the basketball players, gospel singers, and bhangra groups in the surrounding neighborhood have to cover their ears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina interrupts the singing, yelling for her grandmother to stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wants to know what all this Kunwari Kudi business is about, showing her grandmother three pictures, each of a bearded man wearing a turban.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her grandmother says that all 3 are handsome; Naina says she thought they were all pictures of the same guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her grandmother says no, it’s three guys, and admires them again. Then she sings the Kunwari Kudi theme song, which is a pretty catchy number about choosing your groom, one, two, or three, hey ow-ow, hey ow-ow, hey ow-ow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says she doesn’t want to marry one, two, or three, but her grandmother wants to know how she will have children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina explains that she can still have children without getting married, but not in a lot of detail, because that would just be weird.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her grandmother agrees, then looks startled.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to a TV, showing a basketball game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A kid in pyjamas shouts in a manner that indicates that he is emotionally invested in the outcome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina voiceovers that this is her brother, Shiv, a handicap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that she lets that define him, or anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A younger girl in a nightgown, Gia, plays with her dollhouse, showing&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Naina her doll family. She points out her mother, dressed in blue, Naina, who is a redhead with a bob haircut, Shiv, who is also a redhead, herself, a blonde, and…she points to a doll in a gray salwar kameez and a shawl…Dadi walks in the door and immediately starts fussing over Shiv.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Gia says good morning to her, Dadi blows her off and asks Shiv about his schedule for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gia looks sad as Naina voiceovers that Dadi hates Gia because she’s adopted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that sounds like a perfectly good reason to hate someone that will remain unchanged throughout the rest of the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that Gia always keeps the Dadi doll away from her perfect family, as Gia moves the doll with the salwar kameez from the living room of the dollhouse to an adjacent pink bedroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina explains that Jesus and Guru Nanak are also doing battle in the house, as we cut from a picture of Guru Nanak to a picture of Jesus across the hallway from it.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What would have been cool is if they had shown Jesus and Guru Nanak actually having a swordfight in the hallway or something.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kitchen table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shiv puts some coins on the table and tells Naina to bet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells Shiv not to irritate her, and Shiv calls her a chicken and says it’s just one dollar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The subtitles translate this to “Chicken is just one dollar.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dadi complains about the cereal they’re eating for breakfast and reminisces about garam garam aloo parathas from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer tells her that she should go to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; if she misses it so much, and then they start arguing about who loves the children more and what life would be like if Naina’s father were still alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina tells them to stop fighting, then gives Shiv a dollar, because he’s won the bet, as usual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe Naina should asks for odds.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Naina leaves the house, she voiceovers that her mornings always begin with a fight between her mother and grandmother, followed by her storming out angrily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she walks into a Starbucks, Voiceover Naina explains that every morning she then has to listen to her stupid idiotic neighbor Sweetu’s stupid idiotic chatter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina voiceovers that Sweetu’s full name is Jasprit Kapoor, and that she is unfortunately Naina’s best friend, as Sweetu orders two glazed donuts and two blueberry muffins for herself because according to the movie she’s a giant disgusting blob of lard-ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that Sweetu’s two problems are the weight that she never loses and the fact that she doesn’t care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that Sweetu’s main problem is the fact that her best friend is a judgmental bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111257456724396022?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111257456724396022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111257456724396022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111257456724396022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111257456724396022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-2.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 2'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111256143177133112</id><published>2005-04-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:40:55.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Certificate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A message tells us that any resemblance this movie has to actual events is coincidental.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll have to keep that in mind in case anything realistic happens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Production credits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fade to black.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All is silent except for a solemn heartbeat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ba-bump.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ba-bump.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ba-bump.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now for some jazzy French horn music!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s the Statue of Liberty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, this isn’t &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s going on?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Helicopter shots of tall buildings and a large, rectangular park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Preity Zinta’s disembodied voice tells us that it’s &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, one of the biggest cities in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, Preity!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; everyone is in a hurry, as indicated by the speeded-up video of crowds walking fast along busy streets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Preity explains that &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; has no time for slow people, and that the city is infested with Indians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She probably could have found a nicer way to say that, but OK.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, every fourth face in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; is Indian, she says, as the faces of Indian people light up in color among the black and white crowd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One in four sounds a bit high, but I’m too lazy to do research, so we’ll just leave it at that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the camera zooms in on a jogging woman’s backside, Preity says “Oh, by the way, that’s me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A catchy beat kicks in, and Preity’s back jogs through a crowd, past a restaurant, a market, and along the center lane divider of a bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Preity should watch out, because &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; has no time for pedestrians who jog in the middle of busy four-lane highways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She runs through Central Park, then to a bridge, where she pauses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She sits down on a bench with her back to the camera, as Voiceover Preity says that this city taught her to fulfill her responsibilities and to face life, but that it couldn’t teach her how to love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; can’t teach her how to love, maybe she can receive tuitions from somewhere else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My relatives are all about the tuitions; I bet they could hook her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Preity says that in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; there’s no time for love, and that when she watches the city from afar, she feels her Papa is closer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her imaginary Papa and Child Actress Preity frolic along the bridge as Jogging Preity watches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jogging Preity turns around to reveal her face in profile. She removes her glasses and blots some invisible tears from her eyes with her fingertips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she gazes off into the middle distance, she tells us that her name is Naina Catherine Kapur, and this is her story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jaya Bachchan is on the phone in a yellow-wallpapered dining room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She expositions to Mr. Shah on the phone that she must have the loan extension, please, because even though the restaurant is centrally situated, there is competition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voiceover Naina tells us that this is her mother, Jennifer, and that since Naina’s father passed away, all the responsibility for the family fell on her, but that Jennifer never let them feel this burden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, then how does Naina know that she’s a burden?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Naina walks in, her mother says “Thank you,” and hangs up the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer wipes away her invisible tears with her fingertips in the same way that Naina does and asks Naina where she’s been.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that she’s been at &lt;st1:place&gt;Central  Park&lt;/st1:place&gt;, meeting someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina’s mom asks who, and Naina says sarcastically that she was meeting her boyfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mother says, “Tah!” and taps her on the arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naina looks through the mail, which is mostly bills, then finds a letter marked “Private and Confidential.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer says that it’s hers, and takes it from Naina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that they’ve gotten Sweetu’s mail again, and that she can’t understand why the mailman can’t figure out that they’re the Kapurs with a U, and their neighbors are the Kapoors with an O.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She notices an envelope from a marriage bureau called Kunwari Kudi and angrily asks her mother what it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that she doesn’t want to get married, and asks why Dadi won’t just leave her alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mother asks why Dadi won’t just leave.  Naina taps her on the arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t say “Tah!” though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They wonder where Dadi is, then some basketball players, a gospel choir and a bhangra group shout out a ten second countdown to………an elderly woman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina’s grandmother Lajjo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naina says that all her grandmother wants in life is for &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to become part of &lt;st1:place&gt;Punjab&lt;/st1:place&gt;, for Naina to marry a Sardar, and for Naina’s mother to die.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds like a lovely woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111256143177133112?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111256143177133112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111256143177133112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111256143177133112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111256143177133112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-1.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho, Part 1'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111233929169610406</id><published>2005-03-31T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:43:07.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The former prisoners cross the border as onlookers cheer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram pulls himself up to his feet using Raghavan, who has a grenade attached to his jacket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan points his gun at Ram and says, “Sorry, Major.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram flashes back in slow motion to the shot that killed his father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His face turns angry, and he pushes Raghavan away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A helicopter approaches in the background, but it’s probably not important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram walks away from Raghavan, who tells him to turn around so he can shoot him properly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The helicopter hovers closer and Lucky hangs out the side.  He yells at Ram to get away from the goddamn roof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan yells at Ram to turn around and take his bullet in the chest like his father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which path will Ram choose?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram turns around and asks Raghavan if he’s forgotten that it’s always the bad guy who dies at the end, and holds up the key from the hand grenade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ooh, burn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan looks down at the live grenade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram counts down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3…he drops the key on the roof…2…nothing happens between 2 and 1…1…Ram runs toward the helicopter and Raghavan closes his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The roof starts exploding as Ram runs along it toward the helicopter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He jumps toward the helicopter and grabs Lucky’s arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The released prisoners wave and hug their relatives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the helicopter hovers, Lucky tells Ram to hang on and not to be scared, because main hoon na.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells him to shut up and give him a hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Lucky scream happily, while at the India-Pakistan border, people hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The helicopter flies off into the sunset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Put on your UV-protective sunglasses, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram and Lucky scatter their father’s ashes into the river as their mother watches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to the gymnasium, where students in gowns and mortarboards cheer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal welcomes them to Prom Night, Mrs. Kakkad tells him it’s Congratulations Day, then the principal welcomes them all to Convocation Day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that Lakshman Prasad Sharma is finally graduating, along with Major Ram Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and Ram stand; Lucky doesn’t seem to be wearing anything under his robe, while Ram wears a white shirt, but has his gown unbuttoned to the navel like it’s a polyester clubbing shirt and he’s &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/in3/filmstars3/images/akshay/akshay8.jpg"&gt;Akshay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.teenstation.com/gallery/akshay_kumar/Akshay3"&gt;Kumar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They run up to the stage to accept their diplomas and do the Karate Kid crane move as everyone gives them a standing ovation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone throws their hats in the air, because apparently no one else is receiving diplomas in the shortest graduation ceremony ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Song!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shah Rukh Khan swoops by on a Ferris wheel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wheeee!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the song that the air is singing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two people walk by with a banner, indicating that the singing man before us is indeed Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He exposes his midriff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone reads a newspaper with a front page article and photo about Suniel Shetty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it Suniel Shetty?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We may never know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sushmita Sen sings that every moment is liberal and holds up the notebook that she has helpfully labeled “Sushmita Sen” with glitter pen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the background the twins play air guitar in front of a Lay’s stand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aw, Lays potato chips, I’m gonna miss you guys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amrita Rao carries some heart-shaped Amrita Rao balloons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if she got them from that guy in &lt;i style=""&gt;Dil Chahta Hai&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Zayed Khan skips over to some cheerleaders and shakes his imaginary pom-poms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kirron Kher throws a ball at some Pepsi cans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Kakkad is played by Bindu, or has stolen Bindu's umbrella.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Zayed Khan wears a diving mask as Shah Rukh Khan taunts Satish Shah with a squirt gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if he filled it with spit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boman Irani rides the merry-go-round, wearing a Boman Irani tie, which unfortunately doesn’t have a cartoon of Boman Irani on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Farah Khan reads a story written by Farah Khan, then tells everyone to go away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK, I’m going to start skipping people here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anu Malik wears a beanie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t Farah Khan married to the editor, Shirish Kunder?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Homeboy might want to rethink the mullet.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nice job dressing Shah Rukh Khan, Karan Johar, but bad choice on the white shirt with the back sweat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s Not Kal Penn on the Ferris Wheel!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name is Kunal Kumar, and every moment is liberal again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy wears a shirt that says “Stud” as he sings about the oasis of true love and gives Mini a hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman who can swing her braids in opposite directions is named Geeta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Thrills” are provided by Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure I want to know what that means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone jump on the trampoline!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now say hi to the spot department!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some more people dance and hold up an illegible sign.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope they weren’t too disappointed when they saw the credits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time don’t use gold lettering on light blue poster board, guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hair and make-up is totally phoning it in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come on, hair and make-up, shake it like the illegible sign department!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The producer holds up a big check, looking anxious about his investment, then Shah Rukh Khan runs away with the check.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One last shimmy with the group, and…cut!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-18.html"&gt;Part 18 &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111233929169610406?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111233929169610406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111233929169610406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111233929169610406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111233929169610406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-19.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 19'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111233456617192780</id><published>2005-03-31T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:13:41.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan, Khan, and a few other men enter the gymnasium.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dodgeball time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells the others to go outside and look for Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he and Khan are alone, Raghavan shoves him against a wall and asks him why he deceived him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan says that Raghavan is the one who deceived his men, and tells him that it’s not a personal war, dammit. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan says that it’s always a personal war, then shoots Khan in the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For personal reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cut to Indian and Pakistani flags flying over the border on a sunny day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soldiers wait along either side of a fenced-in zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to the gymnasium.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A guard tells Raghavan that he saw everyone escape while he was fixing explosives to the roof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if those could be important later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells him to go find Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;College students run through the courtyard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan yells for Ram to come out, then throws a grenade in an arbitrary direction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky sees the explosion through a window and wants to go back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju screams for him not to go, but Lucky says that Ram’s his brother, and runs off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan stands on a long, narrow scaffolding gangplank, shouting for Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddently lights go on all around him, and Ram appears on a nearby balcony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Raghavan that sunrise is here, and Project Milaap is about to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The army will be here in 5 minutes to arrest Raghavan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan points his gun at Ram, but before he shoots him, they will exchange some more dialogue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan says that he could ship Ram off to meet his father right now, but he puts away his gun and says, why not wait a few minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Flash back to the border.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prisoners step off of a bus adorned with a Project Milaap banner and walk toward the border, where relatives wait on the opposite side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to the scaffolding runway, where Raghavan and Ram stand on opposite ends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan cracks every joint in his hands and neck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram flexes his bicep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They approach each other in the center of the gangplank, presumably to begin a reasoned political dialogue. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, my mistake, they’re going to beat the crap out of each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They block each other’s punches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tries to sweep the leg, but Raghavan jumps over him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try the crane move!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the woop woop noises!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram almost falls, but grabs two nearby poles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He punches Raghavan in the chest, then swings and misses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan punches Ram, who falls to his knees, but then levitates and kicks Raghavan in the face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan cracks his neck joints again, then kicks Ram into some nearby flimsy wood, which flies apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he cracks his neck again and beats Ram up some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go for the creaky neck, Ram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two army men open up the border gates, which are locked with a single rusty padlock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky runs along a road toward a helicopter, telling the captain to hurry up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Raghavan fight some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram punches Raghavan and looks like he’s about to rip out his heart, but actually he only catches his fist between Raghavan’s shoulder and his bad neck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They do some backflippy-type moves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neck crack!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The music gets faster, and Ram does a bicycle kick on Raghavan’s chin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two doves show up, perhaps the doves of This Fight Being Almost Over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan kicks Ram, who spins around in the air as the doves fly around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gen. Bakshi and a Pakistani general, Mohammed Ibrahim, meet in the middle of the two fences and shake hands, congratulating each other on Project Milaap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Raghavan are still fighting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How about I just take a little nap until they finish fighting and let you know how it turns out?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah, that was nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They beat each other up some more, then Raghavan says that their five minutes are up, and calls a time out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the fuck?  I just recapped all that for nothing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan pulls out his gun, points it at Ram, and says he’s leaving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that it’s time for Ram to meet his father, and that the countdown has begun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3…Ram notices a rope lying on the ground….2…Ram looks at the rope…1…Ram pulls the rope, which is attached by a pulley to the scaffolding that Raghavan is standing on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The scaffolding shifts, knocking Raghavan off-balance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram dives 30 feet toward Raghavan and pushes him another 10 feet through a window and onto the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-17.html"&gt;Part 17&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-19.html"&gt;Part 19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111233456617192780?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111233456617192780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111233456617192780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111233456617192780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111233456617192780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-18.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 18'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111232761514537871</id><published>2005-03-31T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:11:52.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The college exterior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan drags Ram’s limp body outside and leans it against a pillar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan says, “Major Ram?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan, Ram's dead, you silly!  Ram starts breathing again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oops, my bad.  Khan removes Ram’s handcuffs, and Ram takes off the fashionable jean jacket to reveal a bullet-proof vest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan says that he is fighting for his country and tells Ram to fufill the promise that he made to his mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that he may not meet Ram again, wishes him peace, and then walks off into the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder where he’s going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My guess is he's going to go check out some job listings on &lt;a href="http://www.monsterindia.com/"&gt;Monster&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raghavan’s voice echoes in a hallway from the principal’s office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says to someone that they will stay there until Project Milaap is cancelled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s talking to Khan, who has apparently decided that it isn’t worth quitting his job just yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells Khan to shoot the kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now might be a good time for Khan to consider the exciting opportunities that a career in &lt;a href="http://jobsearch.monsterindia.com/getjob.asp?JobID=28007206&amp;AVSDM=2005%2D03%2D09+02%3A38%3A01&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Logo=1&amp;pg=2&amp;amp;cy=IN&amp;ss=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;brd=1&amp;fn=540&amp;amp;sort=rv&amp;vw=b"&gt;Agricultural Feed Supply&lt;/a&gt; has to offer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gymnasium.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hostages continue to sit on the floor and look distressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A door opens, and Ram stands in the doorway, looking into the gymnasium and making no effort to conceal himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal notices him, and shouts after him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram runs away before anyone else can see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A guard tells the principal that Major Ram is dead, and to shut up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal calls him a murderer and says in English, “You are a very bad man!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure if this is supposed to be a &lt;a href="http://www.kimdelaney.org/vvbadman.html"&gt;Babu Bhatt&lt;/a&gt; reference, but if so, it seems rather poorly-timed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guard tells another guard, Captain Roy, to check outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes to the doorway, peeks outside without setting foot outside the door, and says there’s no one there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Captain Roy goes back to tell the first guard, Captain Mahesh, that no one is there, but when he pokes him, Captain Mahesh falls over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because he’s dead!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Captain Roy leans against a pillar,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and someone on the other side twirls a length of cable and throws it around the pillar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It flies swooping around Captain Roy’s neck and back to Ram, who pulls both ends to choke and instantaneously kill him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram walks into the gymnasium, illuminated by a bolt of lightning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone stands up in unison and rushes to greet him as sappy music plays, punctuated by a harp glissando.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky hangs back from the crowd, and Ram approaches him as the rest of the hostages get the fuck out of the gymnasium before some more terrorists arrive.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Except Percy, who picks up a gun off of one of the dead guards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vivek approaches him, looking startled, and Percy pretends to shoot him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good one, Percy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and Ram stare at each other meaningfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy and Vivek argue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Disco music erupts as another guard runs in and tries to take the gun from Percy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram sees them from across the room and does the “Gori gori” 20-foot knee-slide toward them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy throws him the gun, and Ram slides under the guard’s legs, turns around, and shoots him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan hears the gunshot from the principal’s office and tries to contact the guards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First he calls Captain Roy, who is now Captain Rai according to the subtitles, then Mahesh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He rolls his eyes, then leaves the office with Khan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hostages flee the building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells everyone to leave, but remains behind, as Ms. Chandni, Sanju, and Lucky hesitate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells Lucky that he has to do something for his father, but for Lucky to go with the others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they hesitate and look back at one another in slow motion, a dove flies into the courtyard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s the dove of Fullfilling Your Destiny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram motions for them to leave, gazing nobly at them as the dove flies around some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Ms. Chandni, Sanju, and Lucky leave, as Ram removes an empty cartridge from his gun and walks away determinedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-16.html"&gt;Part 16&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-18.html"&gt;Part 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111232761514537871?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111232761514537871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111232761514537871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111232761514537871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111232761514537871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-17.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 17'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111232662544242633</id><published>2005-03-31T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:38:19.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Interrogation room, where a silhouetted Khan is bathed in light from a 10,000 watt bulb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells Khan that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is reciprocating &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s offer and wants peace as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan looks at Ram in surprise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Peace?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who the hell wants that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks what Raghavan can gain by killing innocent children, and Khan says that Raghavan just wants what’s best for his country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that Raghavan can do nothing for his country, and that Raghavan mistakenly believes that his son was killed in &lt;st1:place&gt;Kashmir&lt;/st1:place&gt; by Pakistanis, when in reality, he was killed by terrorists like Khan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did anyone happen to mention that to Raghavan?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And does this mean that there’s a Mrs. Raghavan?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan says that Ram is lying, and Ram says that Raghavan is lying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If only Mrs. Raghavan were here to settle this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells Khan that tomorrow he will have to choose between serving his country and serving Raghavan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess choosing today wouldn't really make things  any easier, logistically speaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the army barracks, Ram marches Khan along a balcony, where naturally he runs into Mrs. Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells her that she lost her home and her husband because of him, but he won’t let her lose her son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Ram walks away, she turns to him with tears in her eyes, and tells him that she wants both her sons back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Say yes, Ram, say yes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram nods vigorously as she touches his cheek, then he walks away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She sighs tearfully as the rest of the army men follow Ram, thinking that they should probably go call their moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cut to a helicopter, which Ram and several other men approach purposefully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of them removes Khan’s handcuffs and places them on Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t forget the lube!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram holds up his cuffed hands and looks at Khan intensely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan nods and they enter the helicopter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan gazes at the arriving helicopter through binoculars as choral music plays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan shoves Ram into the gymnasium and forces him to kneel in front of Raghavan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram is wearing a blue denim jacket with camouflage sleeves in a stylish example of Indian Army-issued casualwear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks Raghavan to let the hostages go and says that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has agreed to release the Indian prisoners.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan whines, “Yeah, yeah, I heard,” sounding as though Ram has just told him for the third time that he can’t play video games until he finishes his homework.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan thinks that this sort of naivete will destroy the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that people like Raghavan are what's destroying the country, with their hatred and bloodlust, but that in time there will be peace and friendship with &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He forgets to mention the making out.  Raghavan says no, there will be no friendship with &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, only war, until &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is destroyed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He talks about how his son was killed by Pakistanis, as Khan stands behind him, looking conflicted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that Raghavan is becoming the person he hates, and Khan becomes animated and tells Ram to shut up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Ram continues his speech, talking about the innocent lives that Raghavan has taken away, Khan punches him, knocking him down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram keeps talking about how Project Milaap will continue, while Khan picks him up off the ground and punches him again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Ram keeps giving his monologue and Khan keeps punching him, the hostages gasp and look concerned, wondering why Ram isn't making the causal connection between talking and getting punched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that he has won, that Project Milaap will continue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan pulls out his gun and presses it against Ram’s forehead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan yells at Khan not to shoot, and Khan hesistates for ten ultra-tense minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lowers the gun, then shoots Ram in the arm and the chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram flies backwards ten feet in slow motion as the hostages scream and rise to their feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky rushes toward Ram, who for a moment levitates four feet above the ground in a perfectly horizontal position with his arms clasped together in front of his chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looks a bit like a thirteen-year-old girl playing “Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board” at a slumber party, except that instead of being dropped, flailing, by giggling seventh-graders who move on to freezing each other’s underwear, he sinks slowly and stiffly to the floor with an odd clunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ignore that last sentence if you’ve never been to a thirteen-year-old girl’s slumber party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera racks focus from Lucky’s eyes, wide open in shock, to Ram’s closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-15.html"&gt;Part 15&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-17.html"&gt;Part 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111232662544242633?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111232662544242633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111232662544242633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111232662544242633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111232662544242633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-16.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 16'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111208540044278358</id><published>2005-03-29T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:06:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The camera pans over the empty canteen, where leftover trash and glasses of Pepsi remain on the picnic benches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Ram is gone, even the sparkling taste of Pepsi seems somehow flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the train, Ram’s cell phone rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He says, “Yes, Sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What?” then hops off the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cut to a grainy video of Sanju looking defiant as an off-camera voice instructs her to look at her father, who is watching the video with Ram in an office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The voice asks Gen. Bakshi, who I just now realized I’ve been calling Gen. Singh for this whole recap (shit!), if he is willing to sacrifice Sanjana, Lucky, Percy, and everyone else in the college for Project Milaap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why are these terrorists always singling out Percy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe something about him touches their Inner Nerd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The speaker says that Project Milaap is finished, and that he has a few additional demands, including Khan’s release, a helicopter, and his favorite student, Major Ram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s quite an elaborate sex fantasy that the kidnapper’s setting up for himself, right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The camera turns around to reveal …Raghavan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In his terrorist hat and wifebeater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram looks at the TV screen and takes a moment to process the image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cut to a black and white montage of Ram’s favorite wacky moments with Professor Raghavan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan’s first day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The prom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That time Raghavan revealed Ram’s secret identity to Lucky and Mrs. Sharma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram looks mildly annoyed at the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The school gymnasium, where everyone from the college sits on the floor as lightning flashes through the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The principal, wearing a Bart Simpson tie, comforts a sobbing Not Kal &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Penn.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other people comfort each other in various combinations as Raghavan gives orders to his men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A newscaster on a television screen announces that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has agreed to reciprocate by returning Indian P.O.W.’s as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At a press conference, a Pakistani official announces that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is not too cold to accept &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s warm hand, and that he only wishes that Pakistan had made the first move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let the groping begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gen. Bakshi nee Singh, falsely assuming that Raghavan is rational, concludes that now Raghavan will have to release the hostages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan tells the General that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; can do what it wants, but they will not release the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He says that he hopes that Khan is near the helicopter and Ram is tied up, because he’s in a hurry to either kill some people or have some kinky sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan orders the men back to their stations and tells the hostages that they are expecting guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ms. Chandni looks concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess she forgot to bring her zebra print robe and milky cotton balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gen. Bakshi sighs and picks up the telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He tells whoever is on the other end that Project Milaap is being indefinitely postponed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The camera pans over to Ram, standing in the foreground and looking defiant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He tells the General that they can’t do this, but Bakshi tells him that right now, a mother is waiting for her son, and tomorrow, more will be waiting for their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cut to a nearby room, where Lucky’s mom waits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Way to turn metaphor into literal representation, there, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram says that this isn’t about ten Indians or ten Pakistanis, it’s about thousands of soldiers, it’s about all of us in all countries, and how we should just stop fighting and go to Pizza Hut for some peace, love, understanding and pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The General says that he understands, but that maybe they need to wait a bit longer for a rapprochement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram retorts that if they don’t accept &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s gesture now, they may be choosing fifty more years of hostility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The General asks him what he’s supposed to do about the hostages, and Ram tells him not to worry because he’ll take care of it in a vague and unspecified manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucky’s mom stares at Ram from the other room, worried but hopeful.&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-14.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 14&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-16.html"&gt;Part 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111208540044278358?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111208540044278358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111208540044278358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111208540044278358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111208540044278358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-15.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 15'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111207196693076435</id><published>2005-03-28T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:42:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ram returns home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He opens the gate, then pauses to look up at the sky and tell his father to keep on watching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why? Is there going to be another dance sequence? Because those last two were awesome. He says that this time his mother will accept him, and so will Lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Ram lifts up his arms and does Lucky's Karate Kid crane move with the “woop woop” noises, because that always cracks his dead father up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, seriously, that's what he does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he enters the house, where Lucky and his mom are sitting stock still on the couch in front of a gusty window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dramatic drumbeat!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says hello, and Lucky rolls his eyes while his mother remains silent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that he has something to tell them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  They seem less than enthused.  &lt;/span&gt;“Ram?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a voice calls out behind him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s Raghavan, sitting right behind Ram in a really high-backed chair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks Ram if he’s Shehkar Sharma’s son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Busted!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells Ram that he and Shekhar Sharma were college buddies, and asks him for Gen. Sharma's address or contact number, the Hindi term for which seems to be “number-wumber.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and his mom stare coldly at Ram, who is not forthcoming with the number-wumber.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan notices the tense vibe and asks Ram if something is wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan says that it looks like he came at the wrong time, so he says good-bye and leaves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Always so polite, that Raghavan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Sharma and Lucky avoid eye contact with Ram, then finally turn to look at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He starts to say that he was just about to tell them who he is, but Lucky tells him to shut up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells Mrs. Sharma that he hopes that she can understand why he acted the way he did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky tries to interrupt, but his mother tells him to let Ram speak and asks him why he hid his identity from them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks if he expected them to accept him and forget the last 20 years that she spent like a widow, years that will never return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks if he thought that if he took her to the temple once, everything would be made right again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good answer, Ram!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that wounds twenty years deep don’t get filled in twenty days, and tells Ram to tell his father that she and Lucky don’t need him anymore; they’re used to living without him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that Gen. Sharma’s penance will be that he has to live apart from them and die without seeing their faces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, it’s like she's psychic or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells Ram to pack his things and leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram gets up and goes to his bedroom.  Lucky throws something at the sofa and yells “Shit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Goddamn it!” in a tour de force bit of acting.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ram comes back with his bags and the urn and heads for the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Sharma asks him to wait a minute and then asks him why he did all of this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, she never actually let him answer the question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you get Mrs. Sharma going about her husband's infidelity, it’s kind of hard to shut her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that he came there to fulfill his father’s last wish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and Mrs. Sharma are all, “His &lt;i style=""&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; wish now?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh shit.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells them that they were right about his father’s penance. He says that his father loved them a lot, and wanted Lucky to help Ram scatter his ashes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that all he wanted was to unite his family, even though he knew that he wouldn’t be accepted, and that he’s sorry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looks at them plaintively and says “Bye,” pauses for a moment so they have an opening to stop him, which they don't, then walks out the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and his mom collapse into sobs in front of the fireplace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later Lucky lies on his bed and cries as his mother looks at old photographs of Gen. Sharma in another room.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;College quad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone has gathered in a semicircle to bid Ram good-bye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy gives him a bouquet, Mini gives him some lipstick, and Mrs. Kakkad gives him the Bill Cosby sweater she’s been knitting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal goes to high five Ram, but salutes instead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A song plays about bonds being broken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like when hydrocarbons are broken down during combustion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks Ms. Chandni!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju starts crying and gives Ram a hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni watches him from a far away gate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to the train station, where a train approaches as Ram and Ms. Chandni wait on a bench.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram leaves as Ms. Chandni remains seated and looks sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope she got his email address.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-13.html"&gt;Part 13 &lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-15.html"&gt;Part 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111207196693076435?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111207196693076435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111207196693076435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111207196693076435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111207196693076435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-14.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 14'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111207003964413475</id><published>2005-03-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:23:19.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ms. Chandni, having apparently driven home without incident, given herself a perm, and changed into a sheer, flowy, zebra-print robe, emerges from a hallway.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;She carries a tray of cotton balls and a bowl of something that looks like milk over to Ram, who is sitting on the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni dips a cotton ball in the milk, dabs Ram’s chest with it, and then blows on his chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mmmm, evaporated milk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She confirms that he is in the army and not a student, then dabs his neck and breathes on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram seems pleased with the medical attention he is receiving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni nuzzles his nose with her nose, tells him “Happy Teachers Day!” then gives him a kiss on the corner of his mouth in celebration of the momentous holiday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says, “Thank you, sir.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uh, ma’m.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They giggle at the thought of some military-style discipline from Ms. Chandni.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raghavan is in the principal’s office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps the principal is giving him detention for killing people indiscriminately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram knocks and the principal tells him to come in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Ram takes a seat, Raghavan tells the principal that they should congratulate him on his successful mission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal asks if Ram has finally found Lakshman Prasad Sharma, and sinister music suddenly starts playing as Ram watches Raghavan blowing on his tea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OH MY GOD, RAGHAVAN’S GOING TO BURN HIS TONGUE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SAVE HIM, RAM!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uh, sorry, false alarm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says he’s talking about Sanjana Bakshi, Gen. Bakshi’s daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram stands up and asks the principal if he can make a request, and the principal tells Ram, “Feel free to speak, jawan.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to the subtitles, “jawan” is Hindi for “Maximus.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells him that he would like to stay at the college a bit longer, but wants it to be a secret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan continues to hang out and leaf through some papers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal looks pointedly at Raghavan, who says that he is happy to keep a secret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Ram leaves, Raghavan asks the principal if Lakshman Sharma is Lucky, and the principal nods and explains that Ram is a distant relative, and is trying to track him down.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raghavan, outside, is on a cell phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells the person on the other end that he has 6 hours to find out what the relationship between Ram and Lakshman Prasad Sharma is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope he doesn’t find a video of Ram and Lucky singing “Main Hoon Na,” or he might incorrectly assume that Ram and Lucky are lovers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ms. Chandni sits with Ram on her porch and asks him when he’s going to reveal his identity to Mrs. Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says that he wants to, but he is nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Raghavan, who is back at the Terrorist Lair, where he has changed from his smart-looking kurta into an olive green wifebeater and hat, comfort and practicality being paramount when planning vigilante assassination attempts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He flips through the research that his intern has uncovered about Ram and Lucky, which includes a photo of post-haircut Lucky, a picture of Gen. Sharma, his wife, and infant son, and a photo of Gen. Sharma and Ram in uniform.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan figures out that Ram and Lucky are step-brothers, then says, “Sweeet…” in an oddly Cartman-esque tone of voice.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to Ms. Chandni and Ram on the porch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni asks Ram what will happen if Lucky and his Mom find out from someone else that Ram is his stepbrother, and they conclude that Ram has deliberately deceived them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And just how on earth could something like that happen?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni tells Ram that once they know who he is, they’ll love him even more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because he’ll always remind them of those happy times when their husband and father was having sex with some other chick!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Raghavan, who waves a gun around, tells his men to get ready for action, then sticks his gun down his pants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that tomorrow Ram will leave for a long exile.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-12.html"&gt;Part 12&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-14.html"&gt;Part 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111207003964413475?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111207003964413475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111207003964413475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111207003964413475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111207003964413475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-13.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 13'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111148754833198148</id><published>2005-03-22T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:58:47.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The band grooves to some slow jams as Ms. Chandni bids the flirting principal and Ms. Kakkad good night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan approaches and compliments Ms. Chandni on her dancing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says, “Thank you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good night,” and starts to walk away, kind of bitchily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess maybe she’s getting the crazy child murderer vibe off of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Or she's just not that into him.  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan asks her how she’s getting home, and she says that she’s a big girl and will drive herself home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan says that someone should at least escort her to her car, and when Ms. Chandni tells him not to trouble himself, he says that he was talking about Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He calls Ram over and tells him to walk Ms. Chandni to her car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope this isn’t part of an evil plan of some sort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram is reluctant, but notices everyone else at the dance getting all couple-y and figures, what the hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After they leave, Raghavan speaks into his transmitter, telling the men in the hijacked jeep that the target is approaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ooh, good, I love Target.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When it opens, Raghavan can get himself a nice &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-2/qid=/ref=sr_1_2/602-9708425-2122246?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B00005OTUH"&gt;Michael Graves teakettle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ms. Chandni apologizes to Ram for having to escort her, while Ram smells her sari pallu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says it’s his duty, (to escort her, not to smell her clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I assume.) and she asks him where he learned to dance so well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He should show her the dance montage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He starts to tell her that he feels out of place whenever he’s around her, but she says, “Oh, no, not again” and walks away from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gets in her car, which is parked in front of the hijacked jeep, then asks Ram if he will drive her home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This woman is all about the mixed signals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly a guy pops up in the front seat and drives her away, running over Ram in the process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram rolls over the top of the car and lands on his feet, then takes out his gun, but has to jump out of the way when the terrorist jeep pulls out to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram takes a shortcut by tumbling down a hill that looks strikingly similar to the hill he cut through on the bicycle rickshaw. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Watch out for the exploding gasoline containers and bamboo trucks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the bottom of the hill, Ram reaches the road ahead of the fleeing cars and pulls out his gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cars are still approaching, so he re-adjusts his jacket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he aims the gun at the men in the jeep, shooting them both. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Their car careens into a road sign, flips over, and explodes in front of Ms. Chandni’s car, which gradually slows to a stop in a rather non-dramatic fashion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The terrorist steps out, holding Ms. Chandni hostage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Ram to put down his gun, or he’ll shoot Ms. Chandni.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram points the gun, which has a helpful laser pointer attachment, at Ms. Chandni’s forehead, then slowly scans down her chest, then lingers lovingly for a moment on her stomach, then moves a bit lower to her hips, then -- I know Ms. Chandni’s hot, but seriously, Ram, take a cold shower or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Ram shoots Ms. Chandni between the legs, and Ms. Chandni and the terrorist are both like, what the fuck?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The terrorist pulls away, and Ram shoots him, as Ms. Chandni realizes that Ram’s shot didn’t hit her, only the luxurious folds of her sari.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni is speechless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram smiles coolly and says, “Sorry about the sari.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ma’am.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing like a goofy pun to cap off an evening of killing people and ruining saris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It’s no problem,” Ms. Chandni squeaks, as Ram leaves her to fend for herself among the dead or wounded terrorists.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raghavan drives Lucky and Sanju home. He drops off Lucky at his house, and tells Sanju that she can get out and say good-bye to him if she wants. Lucky and Sanju kiss on the cheek, then Sanju gets back in the car. They run into Ram on the road; he jumps in the car, waving the gun around, and asks Raghavan to take him to the hostel. They pull into the hostel, where Gen. Singh is waiting for them with a bunch of guys with guns. Raghavan coughs uncomfortably because he just peed his pants a little bit. Sanju gets out of the car and hugs her father. She says she sorry, then he says, no, he’s sorry, then she says, no she’s sorry, and then I say I’m sorry that I just had to recap that last bit of dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram adjusts something on his gun and thanks Raghavan for dropping him off at the hostel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan notices his gun-adjusting and asks him if he’s in the army.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram extends his hand and says, “Major Ram, sir.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shouldn’t that be “Major Sharma?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or is everyone in the Indian Army on a first name basis?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells him that the country is in good hands, then drives away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju gives her father a confused look, and he explains that he sent Ram for her protection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram winks and Sanju gasps in disbelief.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-11.html"&gt;Part 11&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-13.html"&gt;Part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111148754833198148?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111148754833198148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111148754833198148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111148754833198148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111148754833198148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-12.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 12'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111135689864993864</id><published>2005-03-20T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:03:57.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terrorist Lair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells his men that he’s going to the prom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope he has his outfit all picked out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe he’ll ask out Ms. Chandni! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OMG they would be such a cute couple!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells them that this time, their plan will work, because he has a transmitter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A &lt;i style=""&gt;transmitter&lt;/i&gt;, people!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram looks embarrassed, and he admits to everyone that he can’t go to the prom because he doesn’t know how to dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait, so all that stuff before with the swans and the dancing and the ass-checking-out didn’t actually happen? They must have been totally wasted if they don't remember that. I guess they had one of those nights where they all had a little too much tequila, and suddenly they were dancing on top of lotus flowers and releasing doves and blowing up desks, and the next day they all woke up, like, “Dude, I’m never drinking again.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone is shocked that Ram can’t dance, but Lucky tells Ram to show them his moves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dance montage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram does the mime-in-a-box thing, then stirs the pot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pulls himself along an imaginary rope, then does a strange flamingo-like dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he’s with Lucky, who busts out some hip-hop moves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tango with Sanju.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dorkiness with Percy, who smacks him upside the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something bharatnatyam-ish with Not Kal &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Penn.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Booty-shaking with Lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Writhing with Mini.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some Rockette-style kicks with the cheerleaders, who kick him on alternating ass cheeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni watches from a nearby window as Ram breakdances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She waves to him and he nearly faints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Salsa with the principal and Mrs. Kakkad, the knitting teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sanju calls her Dad as Ram gives her the thumbs up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Lucky adjust each other’s bow ties in their matching black tuxes, and Lucky’s mom takes a picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells her “Hasta la vista, baby” and kisses her cheek, while Lucky meekly and very speedily kneels, touches her feet and runs away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The prom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The men are all in black and the women are all in red.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal thinks it’s Sports Day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How does he still have a job?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Kakkad reminds him that it’s “Pormo Night.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju, put down the damn Lays potato chips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal tells them that, as usual, there will be no kissing allowed on the dance floor, and adds “especially boys and boys.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, that’s not fair!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess it is, kind of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni looks at Ram, who averts his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju suggests that Ram ask Ms. Chandni for a dance, but Ram is afraid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju, Lucky, and Percy tell him that he can’t hang out with them unless he asks her to dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy smacks Ram upside the head again, and they walk away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan enters and speaks on a transmitter, telling his men that the Major is distracted and they can go ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two men in bowties shoot two guys in a jeep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Blood spatters on the windshield.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time for a song!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Everybody get down!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This party’s going to town!” four guys with moptops, matching pink tuxes, and Buddy Holly glasses sing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and Sanju dance and motion for an anxious-looking Ram to join them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram sees Ms. Chandni and swoons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stands up, gets a running start, then slides 20 feet across the dance floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice floor polishing job, custodial staff!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni gasps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram takes a deep breath, then blurts out the opening words to the song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Gori gori gori gori, gori gori...”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone cheers!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram, Lucky and some extras flap their arms around, then do the twist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it’s the girls’ turn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Lucky hop on one foot, do some kicks, then kneel in front of Ms. Chandni and Sanju, who dance around their heads and ruffle their hair as Lucky and Ram wiggle around to the beat and then faint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal sings with the band.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tootie Fruity So Rooty!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The couples hold hands and dance around in circles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan wanders around by the drinks table and broods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t be a wallflower, Raghavan, show us those hot dance moves you used to do at the terrorist parties!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone runs away from Ms. Kakkad, so she gets down with her bad self.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The principal crawls after her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dancers shimmy from side to side in the background.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, it’s the drummer’s crotch!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and Sanju do Jazz Hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju dances in a circle around Lucky as he shimmies with a dorky expression on his face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky picks her up and we get an aerial shot of her cleavage as men lie in a circle on the floor and kick their legs together and apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram dances with the women as Ms. Chandni dances with the men, then they slide across the room and dance together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The twins wear white, rather than black or red, because they chafe at the idea of rigidly-defined gender roles. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The women dance around the men’s heads again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The band rocks out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone stands in a circle as Ram kneels and does some kicks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky does a backflip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mini shimmies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vivek pumps his fists like a dorky dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy sticks his ass out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A woman spins her two braids in opposite directions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky does a split.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal collapses from exhaustion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The band leader tells us to get down, because this party’s going to town again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we just got back from town!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone jumps in the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal falls on his ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Balloons!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slo-mo dancing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Ms. Chandni fall into each others’ arms and Ram kisses her cheek.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky decides to quit smoking for Sanju, and flicks his cigarette away on the middle of the dance floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dude, you’re going to light someone’s sari on fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni looks intrigued by the kiss and pats Ram on the cheek.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram wipes his cheek and then smells it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mmmm, hand smell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy and Mini bump into each other, and immediately fall in like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;End of slo-mo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram runs backwards, then in place, then twists, then comes back to where he started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More big crowd shots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal almost slips and falls, but Ms. Kakkad helps him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni pops Ram’s balloon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky and Sanju dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy macks on Mini, but Vivek grabs him by the collar and punches him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-10.html"&gt;Part 10&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-12.html"&gt;Part 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111135689864993864?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111135689864993864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111135689864993864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111135689864993864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111135689864993864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-11.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 11'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111135593214662081</id><published>2005-03-20T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:50:57.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daytime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky stands on a balcony and wistfully watches Percy and the nerdy guy from the library messing around with a scooter and wearing Thermoses around their necks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks Lucky what he’s looking at, and he says, “The luckiest guy in college.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s OK, Lucky, I’ll get you a Thermos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can put some coffee in it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju stops by the balcony, and Lucky looks flustered and walks away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju says that Lucky must really miss his dad, so Ram gives a big speech about how at least she has the choice to talk to her father, and how, deep inside, he’s probably a scared little girl too, because we always fear those we love the most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes more sense when he says it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Extreme close-up of Prof. Rasai on the phone, trying arrange a hook-up with some married woman and spitting all over the glass of the phone booth, which has pictures of Rani Mukherjee pasted all over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some terrorists knock on the door, then shove a gun in his mouth and take him away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to Lucky, smoking in his room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram walks in and asks him what he’s getting his mom for her birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky forgot again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky bends over and tells Ram to kick him in the ass because he deserves it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram kicks him in the ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky asks Ram to help him think of something for his mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How about a Thermos?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe an urn with her husband’s ashes in it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram has an idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Morning, the next day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky’s mom prepares to worship, but then sees something and drops her tray in surprise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s Lucky!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With a haircut!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hands her his leftover hair with a ribbon tied around it and tells her that he loves her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My birthday’s coming up soon; I'm hoping that someone gives me some skanky hair tied up with a ribbon, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gives Lucky a hug and notices Ram standing in the doorway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She mouths “Thank you” to him, and he looks teary and wishes her a happy birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Physics class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal enters, wearing a subdued Looney Tunes tie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells the class that he has good news and bad news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bad news is that Prof. Rasai has resigned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The class cheers!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No more spit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal claps, too, then remembers that he’s supposed to be sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good news is that Prof. Rasai has sent a replacement himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s nice that the college goes through such a rigorous screening process when hiring new faculty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The class boos, but the principal tells them to welcome Prof. Raghav Datta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Badass metal music plays as Raghavan enters, disguised with some dorky glasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram look suspicious, wondering what kind of physics professor has badass electric guitar entrance music. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Richard Feynman, that’s who!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And also Raghavan. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan asks the students to call him by his first name, and tells them that he is sympathetic to their youthful perspective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan notices Ram and asks why he’s so old and still in college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;St.   Paul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s should really be more welcoming to mature students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju starts to explain on behalf of Ram, but Raghavan tells her to shut her Lays-potato-chip-hole when her elders are speaking and insults her father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone’s like, “Whoa, this dude’s totally bipolar.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky stands up for Sanju, so Raghavan turns to him and asks him what his name is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky is wearing a shirt that looks like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says, “Lakshman Prasad Sharma,” and everyone is shocked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SHOCKED.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells Lucky to sit down, but wants Ram to remain standing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Ram that he seems intelligent and disciplined, and he wonders whether Ram has taught the other students anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells the class that now they will learn everything, and have fun, too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’ll be like &lt;i style=""&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;/i&gt;, except with a terrorist instead of Robin Williams.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only hallway in the school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju complains to Lucky about the new professor, and Lucky tells her to chill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju compliments Lucky on his new haircut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky stammers for a moment, then asks Sanju to the prom, which banners indicate is coming soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy looks up from the Nancy Drew book that he’s reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju tells Lucky that she’s already going with Percy, and Lucky tells her that that’s cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some dude with a streak of bleached hair that’s almost in a mohawk pattern but not quite asks Lucky if he wants to buy a prom ticket, but Lucky says he’s not going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fake bleached mohawk guy is bummed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy looks thoughtful, and approaches Sanju.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that he can’t go to the prom with her, because he’s getting bored with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, he doesn’t like her lipstick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All good reasons to dump her ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju looks pissed, and Percy walks away, sighing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he turns around and tells her sheepishly that maybe she should go with Lucky instead, and Sanju realizes that Percy is totally sensitive and awesome even though he wears a Thermos around his neck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Better luck next time, Percy,” Percy says sadly, because Sanju isn’t attracted to him That Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-9.html"&gt;Part 9&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-11.html"&gt;Part 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111135593214662081?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111135593214662081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111135593214662081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111135593214662081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111135593214662081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-10.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 10'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111129018955494922</id><published>2005-03-19T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:59:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sanju runs into Ms. Chandni in the hallway and tells her that “it worked.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It being her ass, which she just worked to within an inch of its life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni tells her that she is looking very pretty, despite the giant piece of submarine scrap metal that she is wearing around her neck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni suggests that there is someone else that Sanju should thank, and they glance over at Ram, who has a giant Pepsi sticker on his locker because he is a cool dude who loves the refreshing taste of Pepsi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inside his locker he has some soft focus glamour shots of Lays potato chips and Pizza Hut that he cut out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stardust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;magazine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju tries to pimp Ram out, telling Ms. Chandni that Ram is actually older than her, but Ms. Chandni admonishes her that Ram is still her student.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Ram gets the lime green lanyard and novelty pen that he is wearing around his neck caught in his locker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crazy lanyard hijinks ensue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Next Sanju bumps into Lucky in the hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky says that he wants to tell her something, but he’s not sure how to say it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju says that she knows he wants to tell her that she’s looking nice today, and that he is suddently attracted to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju’s kind of setting herself up to look like an ass if it turns out that all Lucky wanted to tell her was that she has a giant booger hanging out of her nose or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju tells Lucky that she made herself over for Lucky, but that now she feels like she’s cheating him, because tomorrow when she goes back to her ugly-ass clothes and Mini shows up in her skank-wear, then what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought the point of a makeover was that you bought stuff that looked better than your old stuff, and then &lt;i style=""&gt;continued&lt;/i&gt; to wear the better-looking stuff, but maybe I’m just imposing my consumption-oriented Americanized value system on this movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Percy walks by, and Sanju tells Lucky that the difference between Lucky and Percy is that Percy’s feelings aren’t for Sanju’s clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other that that, Lucky and Percy are basically the same person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky looks surprised and confused and goes home to watch some professional wrestling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He channel surfs, then turns off the TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he turns it back on two seconds later, as his mother glances at him meaningfully, because mothers can make magic parathas and tell when their sons have found and lost True Love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram sits next to Lucky and rubs his thigh, then asks Lucky what’s wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than Ram’s ideas about personal space.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky doesn’t feel like talking, and flips past a program about the army on TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks him to go back to that channel, so Lucky does, but looks irritated and leaves the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lucky’s mother tells Ram that dinner is ready, then notices that he’s watching a show on the army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She asks Ram if he’s interested in the army, and he talks about how cool army guys are, with their guns and tanks and uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, and the whole giving up their lives for their country thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lucky’s mother looks thoughtful, and flashes back to Lucky’s dad looking happy and stylin’ in his Army uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lucky shows up again, putting on his jean jacket, and tells his mom that he’s going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He notices his mother watching the TV show and looking sentimental, and switches it off, asking her why she does this to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He tells Ram sorry, that he’s not interested in these sorts of shows, or in the army, with their tanks and uniforms and killing people and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He says that the army and its problems can go take a hike, and that all their display and talk about patriotic duty is bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ram gets offended and tells Lakshman to speak with some respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He talks about the sacrifices his father made so they could sleep safely at night, but Lucky responds that his father was in the army and sacrificed his family, not for his country, but so he could raise his bastard son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, this is awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lucky’s mother tries to interrupt, but Lucky tells Ram that she hasn’t slept peacefully for twenty years because of Lucky’s father, and that it doesn’t matter to his father, because army men don’t have feelings and aren’t human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In fact, Ram is actually a robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To prove that he doesn’t care, Lucky yells for his father, asking if he can hear him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I bet he can; he’s over in Ram's room, hanging out in the urn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lucky keeps talking to his dad, asking why he doesn’t scold him for going out late at night and smoking and having bad hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He asks if his dad loves him, or hates him, or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then Lucky tells him that he hates him, and that he hates his bastard son, except that “bastard” is bleeped out and replaced with “swine” in the subtitles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lucky leaves; Ram looks uncomfortable and tries to comfort Lucky’s mom, who is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He asks if they can ever forgive him, but Lucky’s mom says that it’s too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-8.html"&gt;Part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-10.html"&gt;Part 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111129018955494922?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111129018955494922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111129018955494922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111129018955494922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111129018955494922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-9.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 9'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111119923925886438</id><published>2005-03-18T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T00:01:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram sits at home, dreading the thought of doing his physics homework, when Lucky shows up with the physics assignment in hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t want Ram to tell anyone, except maybe Sanju.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks if that’s because he likes Sanju, but Lucky says no, that when he’s in love, everyone in the college will hear violins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone sashays by, wearing a bright pink salwar kameez.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The twins gawk while eating Lays brand potato chips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky blinks in disbelief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bikes crash.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy spits out his Pepsi on Not Kal &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Penn.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, Anupam Kher must be looking really hot tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s Sanju!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A crowd of men follows her, giving themselves whiplash.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Violins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cut to a bright purple and green set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram sits on a staircase and sings with a bunch of extras.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju heaves her bosom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky wears tight iridescent pants and &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/plus/images/dancer_ben.jpg"&gt;impersonates a sprinkler&lt;/a&gt; while Sanju dances on top of a lotus flower in a pond.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram and thirty other guys check out Sanju’s ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju’s ass goes “Dum tara, dum &lt;st1:place&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Dhoooom-aaahh!”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ram gives Sanju’s ass the A-OK.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky goes fishing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He catches Sanju’s ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reels it in, but faints before he can capture it and fry up some ass pakoras.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju stands on the lotus flower again and makes pretty patterns with her hands for the aerial camera.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone wiggles their hips as swans float in the foreground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy checks out Sanju’s ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky tells Sanju that his heart is a canoe, and she is a bank with mystique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a good thing she’s got some mystique, otherwise the canoe that is Lucky’s heart would have to find another bank with some mystique and a nice ass, and I bet that would be pretty hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram says “Wicked!” and releases some doves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone checks out Sanju’s ass again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky wears even tighter pants than before and a dog collar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The look of confusion on his face suggests that he has lost control of his pelvic region, which gyrates involuntarily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram plays air harmonium.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram is bathed in pink light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the light of Ms. Chandni’s torso.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chemistry class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The desks explode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the chalkboard explodes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram should really be wearing his safety goggles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly everyone is wearing hats and drumming on their lab notebooks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram worships Ms. Chandni.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni sticks her boobs out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back to the set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Confetti explosions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wicked!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram sings to Ms. Chandni that his heart is going insane, and she is its only balm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He rubs some balm on his nipple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni sits on a moon that is lowered down on a wire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram waves his arms around and reels in a kite, then he stamps his foot as Ms. Chandni twirls her skirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hits himself in the head, then swivels his upper body in a circle, because dum &lt;st1:place&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt;, dum &lt;st1:place&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt;, dhoooom-aaah! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They kiss on the cheek as the dum &lt;st1:place&gt;taras&lt;/st1:place&gt; fade out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-9.html"&gt;Part 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111119923925886438?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111119923925886438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111119923925886438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111119923925886438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111119923925886438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-8.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 8'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111119775610356123</id><published>2005-03-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:43:58.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram asks Lucky if it’s ok that he stay at their house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky tells Ram that his Mom always wanted a clean-cut son like Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, except for that time when she didn’t want Ram as a son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky talks about his mother’s cooking, and then Ram asks about his dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram, he’s your dad, too, silly!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember – Army guy, grey hair, bloody gunshot wound to the chest?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky gets all serious and tells Ram that Ram is a friend, and all of Lucky’s friends know not to talk about his dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, seriously. Dude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky shows Ram the house, which currently has no electricity, and he realizes that he forgot about the broken fuse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Ram to go ahead into the house while he fixes the fuse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram walks in and sees Kirron Kher offering puja.  (Or something.  I don’t know, I’m Buddhist.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kirron Kher thinks that it’s Lucky because she has her eyes closed, and she offers Ram a blessing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lights come on and she’s all, “Who’s this random dude accepting blessings and pretending to be Lucky?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Lucky walks in and introduces everyone, Ram kneels and touches Lucky’s mom’s feet, and they all stand around looking sappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram’s new room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He unpacks his things, including the urn containing his father’s ashes, which he quickly hides when Kirron Kher walks in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She shoves a paratha in his mouth because only a mother’s love can create magic parathas and moms and parathas are nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram talks about what a nice guy his father was, and Kirron Kher says that fathers are important, that “Sometimes I feel that if Lucky’s father was with us…” trailing off before completing the thought, “then maybe Lucky wouldn’t have grown up to be such a big stoner doofus.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Ram asks what happened to Lucky’s dad, Kirron Kher tells him that they had a fight and she left him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks if Lucky’s dad ever came to bring her back, and… flashback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gen. Sharma comes to visit, seven years after their fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Way to be on top of things, there, Gen. Sharma. &lt;/span&gt;He asks Kirron Kher to come back, but she doesn’t want to live in the same house as “that boy,” and tells Gen. Sharma that he has to choose between her and Lucky on the one hand, and Ram on the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nine-year-old Lucky pokes his head out so he can eavesdrop at the moment of maximal emotional scarring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gen. Sharma chooses Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky chooses to stop showering and start hitting the bong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to the present.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky calls, looking for his shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His mom complains about his skanky hair, skanky jeans, and the dog leash that he is apparently using as a belt that is unfortunately not visible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When she notices that his Union Jack t-shirt has been shredded into ribbons, she offers to stitch it back together, but Lucky explains that he just spent the morning shredding it, perhaps as a means of constructing a new paradigm of postcolonial identity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They bicker some more, until Ram offers to take Lucky’s mom to temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Physics class with the spit professor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky doesn’t have his homework, so Ram slips him his, but then gets caught without his assignment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good plan, Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His punishment is to kneel in the hallway with his hands on his ears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni walks by and starts twirling around as doves fly above her and the wind blows her hair back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she goes back to being a normal person and asks Ram why he’s kneeling in the hallway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that Mr. Rasai (so that’s his name!) has punished him, and she laughs at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she walks away, some old song starts playing about a boy who is as nutty as a pie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni turns around to gaze at him, and violinists appear, but then they disappear, and she suddenly looks irritated for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sanju looks for Lucky, and finds out that he’s at the library.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky goes up to the library entrance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The library turns into a temple, and onlookers welcome him with music and blessings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then it goes back to being the library again, and everyone stares at Lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A nerdy guy asks Lucky if he’s Sanju’s boyfriend, and he says “double battery, single power.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the hell does that mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Lucky talks some smack about how Sanju isn’t hot enough for him, just as Sanju is entering the library, wearing one of her &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; grunge-by-way-of-the-J.C. Penney-junior’s-section outfits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looks sad and runs to a concert hall to brood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram walks in, and Sanju confesses to him that her dad isn’t dead, but that he didn’t love her because she wasn’t a boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that she tried to be like a son, and that now no one remembers that she’s a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait, Sanju’s a girl?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I totally forgot for a second.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells her that she’s fine the way she is, but says that they need to remind everyone how beautiful she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram stops by Ms. Chandni’s house, and asks her to make him look just like her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he realizes that he wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, and pretends that he’s talking about Sanju.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Sanju appears, because apparently she was hiding behind Ram the whole time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju goes with Ms. Chandni, who tells Ram she’ll see him later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram drools some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-8.html"&gt;Part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111119775610356123?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111119775610356123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111119775610356123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111119775610356123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111119775610356123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-7.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 7'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111104053130783010</id><published>2005-03-16T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T18:47:11.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram goes to see &lt;i style=""&gt;Sholay&lt;/i&gt; at the &lt;st1:place&gt;Lido&lt;/st1:place&gt; with Sanju, Percy, and Not Kal &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Penn.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They split up to buy chips, popcorn and tickets, despite Ram’s protests that they should all stick together, because there’s no reason to buy popcorn when delicious Lay’s brand potato chips are available.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An ominous-looking black SUV pulls up nearby and the window rolls down, revealing Khan, who has been ordered to shoot Percy while Sanju is nearby and to record it for Gen. Singh, since Gen. Singh always enjoys a nice documentary. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ram sees a laser pointer dot floating around Percy’s head, and does some Matrix-style moves, tackling Percy and knocking the popcorn to the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank God it wasn’t the delicious Lays brand potato chips!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram takes off after the black SUV in a bicycle rickshaw, dodging bullets, pipes, a truck full of bamboo, and an exploding gasoline container.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Khan falls out of the SUV and is captured by Ram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back at the Terrorist Lair, Raghavan watches the video footage from the pool of standing water and discovers that Ram is protecting Sanjana.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He realizes that he will have to take care of Sanju himself, because Ram is “the bloody best.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Ram interrogates Khan and throws a coffee cup at his face, while Khan talks smack about the Army.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells the guards to interrogate Khan and returns to the college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chemistry class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni asks the students what the atomic weight of calcium is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What have these people been learning?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More violins and wind machines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram starts singing again, and class ends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni checks herself out in a reflective surface while Ram hides behind a plant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chemistry class on the beach!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni flings her sari around with a crazed smile while Ram strokes his hair and sings about her fragrance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They swing around on a rope while looking sexed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells her that her beauty makes him believe in things like fairies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the students all seem to be absent from class today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram wears a shirt with batwings on the shoulders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ms. Chandni writhes in front of a waterfall with an orgasm face, then she and Ram writhe together underneath the waterfall in wet coordinated outfits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now Ms. Chandni sings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if Ram makes her believe in fairies, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back to college, where Ram is following Ms. Chandni, carrying her sari pallu and some flowers while the rest of the college salsa dances around them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram admires Ms. Chandni’s reflection in the college bulletin board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Notices indicate that Percy can teach you karate in 7 days, and that lessons are being offered in “&lt;a href="http://www.nativevoices.org/suzy.html"&gt;ski ballet dancing&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rush off to get an application to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;St. Paul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;End of song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky catches Ram admiring Ms. Chandni and warns him that it’s a bad idea to fall for a teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky notices that the giant fluorescent sign he has posted, advertising “Paying Guest Wanted,” has fallen over, while Ram thinks to himself, “Main hoon na,” because that is the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-7.html"&gt;Part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111104053130783010?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111104053130783010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111104053130783010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111104053130783010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111104053130783010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-6.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 6'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111104023014919133</id><published>2005-03-16T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:36:44.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        Ram and Lucky/Lakshman walk past a chapel&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, simultaneously sweeping their hair back because they inherited the same hair-sweeping genetic allele from their father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky asks Ram to stop calling him Lakshman because it doesn’t go with the image.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky is apparently trying to cultivate the image of a friendly and loyal golden retriever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly Sanju runs up, angry at Lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that his mom must have been upset about his brush with death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They discuss moms, and Ram reveals that he doesn’t have one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The three ponder the idea that moms are nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju apologizes to Ram for her comment earlier, and she tells Ram that he is a special person, but doesn’t mean it in the “you ride the short bus” way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now they are friends and signify this in the fashion of hip college students, with a supercool handshake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Percy shows up to act nerdy, while terrorists take his picture and reflect on the innocence of childhood back at the Terrorist Lair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Lair contains several plasma TVs but appears to have some sort of drainage problem, as the men stand around in about six inches of standing water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan tells his men to shoot Percy in front of Sanjana in order to send a message that he doesn’t like happy-go-lucky nerdy guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan’s right hand man Khan looks hesistant, but Raghavan tells him that war requires sacrifices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flashback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dusty, desert-type area with army men running around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Indian Army guy says that some Pakistani farmers have accidentally crossed the border. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A less ratty-looking Raghavan, dressed in an army uniform, goes to see the farmers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asks the men if they are Pakistani, then shoots them when they say yes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pretends to spare a teenage boy, but then shoots him anyway, just in case you didn’t know for sure that he is completely evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Court martial.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gen. Sharma is interrogating Raghavan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera circles as Gen. Sharma and Raghavan do a dramatic “you can’t handle the truth” type confrontation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sharma says that they are not in a state of war with &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan says that they’ve been in a state of war with &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for 50 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, Khan’s there, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sharma says that Raghavan is clearly mentally ill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would like to hear &lt;a href="http://wolfstories2.tripod.com/id87.htm"&gt;Skoda’s&lt;/a&gt; opinion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raghavan is stripped of his medals, one of which pokes him in the temple when it is removed from his epaulet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flashforward to the present with a shot of the scar on Raghavan’s temple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells the men that it’s taken him 10 years to build an army, during which period they appear to have had no time for plumbing and lighting repairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Not Kal Penn and Percy are in an a cappella group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if it has some stupid-ass name, like “The Treblemakers” or the “Aca-Fellas” or “Penn Masala,” or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, just kidding, &lt;a href="http://www.pennmasala.com/"&gt;Penn Masala&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Confetti is flying; it seems to be a “Thanks for Rapelling Down the Building and Rescuing Lucky from Certain Death” party for Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram bodysurfs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vivek is dressed like a 5 year old from 1979.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram sings that he’s here now for Lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stands next to him invisibly and gazes longingly as Lucky sits on a bench and then leans against a building, rocking out to some tunes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells Lucky that if he wishes for endless love, he should ask for it aloud.  Is Ram hitting on Lucky?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This movie is totally pervy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a musical/sports/whistling interlude in the song, sponsored by Reebok. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ram and Lucky play soccer in coordinated Reebok outfits.  Lucky is injured, so Ram gives him a ride on his back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the background, everyone in the canteen stretches in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju’s here now, too, but Lucky is oblivious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now they are in class, where everyone raises their hands in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju wears a hat that she stole from &lt;a href="http://www.filmbug.com/db/1540"&gt;Blossom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky dances on the roof, but it’s ok, because Ram is tethering him with a rope while perched precariously on the edge of the roof, studying with Sanju.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who doesn’t like to study while perched precariously on the edge of a roof?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ooh, makeover time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tries out some new looks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Gay biker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Futuristic pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade girl from 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;breakdancing fashion victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;dorky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and settles on an otherwise nice looking sweater with a gigantic “S” grafitti’d on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song is still going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky flirts with Mini.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy checks out an oblivious Sanju.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The canteen serves delicious Pizza Hut items and Lays potato chips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju looks sad, so she goes to pray at the chapel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She waits outside until Lucky shows up to sing that he is here now, wearing a leather jacket with a giant Care Bear or something on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy sings that he is here now, but Sanju is preoccupied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;End of song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God, these people are really into arm wrestling and Pepsi products.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram loses the arm-wrestling match, so he has to serenade the next woman who walks by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet it’s going to be Anupam Kher in drag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, it’s Sushmita Sen in a red sari with color-coordinated Trapper folder! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Windswept foliage and thunderclaps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy informs everyone that she’s the new chemistry teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, Ram can’t stop himself from singing about chandni.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coincidentally, the teacher’s name is Ms. Chandni.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s not impressed, but tells him to finish the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The principal is reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; in his office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells Ram to apologize to Ms. Chandni for randomly bursting into song, so Ram goes to the Staff Room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone within a 30 foot radius of Ms. Chandni appears to be caught in a freak windstorm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satish Shah is angry that Ram has come into the staff room, and Ram dodges his slow motion spit like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram tries to apologize to Ms. Chandni, but violinists appear and he bursts into song again, so he runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-6.html"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111104023014919133?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111104023014919133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111104023014919133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111104023014919133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111104023014919133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-5.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 5'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111103901726059138</id><published>2005-03-16T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T18:44:59.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;New song as SRK follows Sanjana around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice 50’s sounding tune.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh wait, it’s an actual song, and not some incidental music stolen from another movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now they’re hanging at Pizza Hut, which appears to serve something like the Domino’s Doublemelt pizza.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if Domino’s stole the idea from Indian Pizza Hut?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju is tired of Ram following her around, and tells him that she doesn’t like being compelled into being a friend, she likes to choose her friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells him that the people she chooses are special, but Ram is not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somewhere my cousin goes, “I think you’re special, Ram,” then mouths the words “Call me” at the screen as she makes a wiggly phone gesture with her hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ram checks out a building with “Girls’ Hostel” helpfully written on the gates in Ye Olde Scandinavian Font.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then goes home and emails Gen. Singh on his Apple G4 Powerbook model L382AA, in a product placement that is actually slightly more subtle than most of the ones that appear in this Pepsico Theatre production of &lt;i style=""&gt;Main Hoon Na with my Aquafina&lt;/i&gt;, sponsored in part by Pizza Hut/KFC/Taco Bell, LLC with additional funding from Frito-Lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Nighttime, Lucky arrives home, where his mother asks him to spread the word around college that they are looking for a boarder so they can earn some additional income.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asks him to fix a faulty fuse, but instead he goes off with his friends – Indian Joey Lawrence Frat Boy, is that you? – on the back of a motorcycle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, badass metal music and windswept foliage mark the arrival of Raghavan in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Darjeeling&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ram tells Sanju his cover story of how he was forced to leave college due to some problem involving his brother, but Sanju is distracted by Lucky and Mini flirting nearby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju tells Ram irritably that she’s not interested in him or – pause to emphasize the dramatic irony- his brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram asks Sanju about her family, and she tells him, “My dad is dead.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she adds a perky “OK?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dramatic drumbeat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lucky flirts with Mini, holding either a cigar or a chocolate bar in his mouth and looking uncannily like &lt;a href="http://www.formetopoopon.com/"&gt;Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and Mini move in, about to pull a Lady and the Tramp-type move with the chocolate bar, when Sanju interrupts, along with Ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Irritated, Lucky tells Ram he has 10 seconds to get out of his sight, and he closes his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bhangra-y music signals the arrival of the knitting lady with poor English.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She pronounces the word “Cadbury” like “cadaver” and hilarity ensues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ram waits in line at the ID office, but is unable to get information on the mysterious Lakshman Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not Kal Penn is behind him, and helpfully tells him that he can hack the college computer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Vivek the macho guy sees Mini and Lucky flirting in a classroom and challenges Lucky to a race to the roof of some big campus building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The winner gets Mini, because Mini’s a ho and who the hell cares what she wants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju warns them not to race, because there is a risk that they will be “rusticated.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she asks Stephens the butler to fetch her the newspaper and retires to the library for some port.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not really, but I felt like I needed to make some kind of joke about the use of the word "rusticated." Let me know if you can think of a better one. As the race begins, Ram and Not Kal Penn are upstairs in said big campus building, and Ram has entered his query “Lakshman Sharma” into the college database.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One item has been found, but they appear to be on the slowest dial-up connection in existence, as each pixel in the ID photo is loading one by one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal, wearing an awesome Superman tie, sees the crowd and wants to find out what all the ruckus is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman behind him has a bit of a cameltoe problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lucky reaches the roof first, but slips and falls, managing to grab the edge of the roof and hang in midair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the computer room, the image is still loading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The student appears to have long, wavy hair, but none of the pixels in the face area seem to have loaded yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHO IS IT?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, hey, it’s Lucky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In his ID photo he looks like even more of a stoner than usual and bears a passing resemblance to &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Boulevard/1833/"&gt;Max Cassela of Doogie Howser, M.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such is my dedication to this recap that I paused the DVD to capture the search result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Name: Laxman Prasad Sharma&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;Sex:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;Blood group:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O+ve&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;248 Windemere Villa, Kumong(?),&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;                Darjeeling&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; – 900 012&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               West  Bengal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone no.: 0353 – 23205&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blood group?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Lucky is still hanging from the roof of the building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hearing the screams of the crowd below, Ram looks outside to see what all the fuss is about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cue Mission Impossible music and slo-mo action sequence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram runs along the roof while the principal, Percy, and the teacher make bad jokes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram yells at Vivek to throw him the rope, which, couldn’t Vivek have just thrown the rope to Lucky and made things a whole lot easier?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram takes the rope and repels down the side of the building, then asks Lucky to let go, because main hoon na.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky lets go and falls, then Ram catches him with one hand and somehow manages to climb back up the rope with the other hand in a series of shots that appears to have been omitted from the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The crowd goes wild.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanju stands in front of a wind machine, about to orgasm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Percy nerds it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111103901726059138?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111103901726059138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111103901726059138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111103901726059138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111103901726059138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-4.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 4'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111095896866530206</id><published>2005-03-15T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:27:22.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            End of song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dude with the skanky hair is named Lucky, and has been in college for about 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There’s a party for Lucky in class, where he enters accompanied by trumpeters and some guy in a sweater vest who looks vaguely like a slightly older &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Kal&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;Penn.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Various people offer testimonials about how stupid and lovable Lucky is, including a Sikh dude who totally pings the gaydar and a bespectacled woman who looks like Saif Ali Khan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Has anyone seen &lt;i style=""&gt;Dhadkhan&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I watched that, I saw Dev’s mom and thought, “Dude, why is Saif Ali Khan playing an old lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, wait, that’s Sharmila Tagore.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was probably the best part of &lt;i style=""&gt;Dhadkhan&lt;/i&gt;, which completely and utterly sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry, back to &lt;i style=""&gt;Main Hoon Na.&lt;/i&gt; A nerdy guy wearing a pimp hat seems to have a crush on Sanjana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Outside, the nerdy guy (Percy) proposes that he arm-wrestle Lucky to impress Sanju, because nothing can win the heart of a girl like arm-wrestling prowess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Macho dude Vivek stops by and interrupts, challenging Lucky to a match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The winner gets to kiss Mini, a student who likes to pout sexily and wear scanty clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The loser has to suffer an undetermined punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To prevent Lucky from winning, Sanju burns his arm with the cigarette she is holding for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kinky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucky’s punishment is that he has to push the next person who walks through the college gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will it be Anupam Kher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s Shah Rukh Khan, who is dressed in nerdy yet oddly stylish clothing – white shirt, brown and gray sweater vest, and giant bell bottoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucky pushes him over, then they have a macho staring contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucky says that he’s ready to fight, then after another tense moment of staring, he does the Karate Kid crane move and makes some Three Stooges “Woop woop” noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram tries to talk to Sanjana, which annoys Lucky, who begins to walk away, but Ram grabs his hand and doesn’t let go, thus proving himself the alpha male, or at least sexually confident enough to hold hands with another man in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly loud bhangra-y music begins to play as we cut to an older woman carrying some knitting who rushes up to Ram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently the joke with this woman is that she can’t speak English very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She tells Ram to meet her in the backside when her period is empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who knew Hindi movies could be so pervy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next Ram meets with the principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently the joke with him is that he is borderline retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They discuss the fact that Ram is undercover, while the principal refers to him by every rank except for major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For some reason, the music from Austin Powers starts playing, and as the principal bids Ram good bye, he says in English, “Over and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tango and cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each man for himself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Such are the proud contributions of American culture to the global community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The principal leaves, then returns, remembering that it’s his office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stupid people are funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            SRK goes in search of Sanjana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Hip/trip-hoppy song starts, in which someone with a voice like the “Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh” guy in the Twix commercial sings “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We see the twins, looking like they’ve been hopped up on No-Doz for a little too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenes of Ram not fitting in with the college folk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ram at the ID office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Behind him in line is Indian Joey Lawrence Frat Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How’s frat life going, Joey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rocking the party scene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kicking some kegs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having lots of casual sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;            Classroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satish Shah is the teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The joke with him is that he spits a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So nuanced, these characterizations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satish Shah yells at the students because they are a bunch of lazy undisciplined brats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He confronts SRK, at which point the incidental music inexplicably turns into the first two bars of “Naughty Girl.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That Ram, he’s a naughty girl, and he’s calling all his girlz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re gonna turn this party out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher is about to kick Ram out of class when the principal stops by, wearing a lovely banana yellow soccerball tie, to bail him out and explain to the class that Ram has returned to the college to complete his education, which he cut short due to family responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111095896866530206?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111095896866530206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111095896866530206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111095896866530206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111095896866530206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-3.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 3'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111406575699423007</id><published>2005-03-15T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:36:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The back of an ambulance. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gen. Sharma and SRK, who we learn is Maj. Ram Sharma, emote, as Gen. Sharma reveals that SRK is not is only son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;GASP!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Following some slo-mo gurney-rolling shots identical to the ones in &lt;i style=""&gt;Kal Ho Naa Ho&lt;/i&gt;, we cut to father and son in the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gen. Sharma tells Ram that he wants forgiveness from his wife and non-bastard son, who he hasn’t seen for 20 years, and he wants both of his sons to perform his last rites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Way to make this all about you, Gen. Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram goes back home to reflect and talk with the servant, whose name appears to be Caca.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tough break, Caca.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flashback!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nine year old Ram shows up at the Sharma household with a letter and a smart Tommy Hilfiger sweater vest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His mother can’t take care of him any more, so she has sent him to live with Gen. Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Young Ram sits on a swing and eats a candy bar nonchalantly as Sharma and his wife Kirron Kher argue about whether or not to take in the bastard child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kirron Kher says that either Ram goes or she goes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Sharma says that he has no choice but to take the boy in, Kirron Kher leaves with the other son, whose earsplitting screaming completely upstages the kid playing Ram, who woodenly wipes imaginary tears from his bone-dry face.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gen. Singh’s office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Singh wants Ram to go to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Darjeeling&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, where his daughter Sanjana is studying at &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;St. Paul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s College, because he has been receiving death threats from Raghavan, the masked terrorist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Singh says that his daughter is angry with him because he didn’t love her enough, due to the fact that she is not a boy and therefore not worthy of love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram is reluctant to go, since he wants to focus on finding his estranged relatives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gen. Singh reveals that there is another student in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Darjeeling&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; that Ram may be interested in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone named Lakshman Sharma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I imagine that this is Lakshman Sharma, long-lost stepbrother of Major Ram Sharma, rather than, say, Lakshman Sharma, long-lost stepbrother of Jimmy Sharma, the used car dealer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Singh tells Ram that he must go undercover as a student so that he can protect her at all times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram thinks that he will be more convincing as a teacher, but Singh is firm that Ram should play a student.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We zoom in on a picture of Sanjana at university.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Song!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;We follow Sanjana through an archway into a tunnel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A moment of darkness, then doors open to reveal sunlight and a group of bizarrely-dressed college students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanjana dances and sings about the wind, birds, and bumblebees’ affairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe there will be a subplot about a bumblebee who knocks up some bumblebee that’s not his wife, and then his bastard son tries to track down his stepbrother bumblebee, perhaps ascertaining his whereabouts using a bumblebee waggle dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A girl dances by in a puke green poncho with some kind of beaded fringe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cheerleaders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Twins in identical clothing and color-coordinated bucket hats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People scream random English words like “Wazzup!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and “Say what?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A guy who looks like Joey Lawrence wears a shirt with Greek letters that says “Only the strong survive” on the back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are there Indian frats?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder what they’re like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They should totally do a Bollywood version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal House&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pause in the dancing, which was shot in a single take.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to a moving motorcycle, with a mysterious leg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it Anupam Kher’s?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram is on a train, drinking some refreshing Aquafina bottled water, wondering what his brother will be like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ram talks so much that everyone in the train compartment falls asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He smiles and strokes his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cut to…another Khan stroking his hair! Zayed. He has long skanky hair, a headband, and jeans with about 8 pockets on the legs. He dances, then twirls his arms like Michael Stipe in the R.E.M. “Stand” video, runs around, then hops in a circle on one foot. It is oddly compelling. Sanjana throws imaginary stuff in the air. What is it? You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111406575699423007?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111406575699423007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111406575699423007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111406575699423007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111406575699423007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-2.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 2'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111095697056080792</id><published>2005-03-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:33:40.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn you, EROS Entertainment guy, why won’t you just let me skip ahead to the menu?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I’m aware of the wide variety of Bollywood hits, sports, and entertainment news available from EROS, but I would really just like to get to the menu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, the menu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Play movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the hell?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More EROS ads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Kyun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ho &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;gaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; na&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is this movie any good?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vivek looks cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yay, it’s the certificate thingy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Credits.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The credits appear from beneath a foggy mist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very artistic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We learn that the movie is produced “In ass with Venus Records and Tapes, PVT”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, wait, that’s “In association with Venus Records and Tapes, PVT”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stupid fog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Movie opens in a swanky TV studio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A TV personality with frizzy hair is bickering with his assistant about what questions he will ask The General.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, shit, The General’s here already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Badass army guys walk in under very crisp lighting, including Naseeruddin Shah, who we learn is Gen. Shekhar Sharma, in charge of security.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lights!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Camera!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Action!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The TV show is “People’s Voice,” with frizzy-haired host Rajit Saxena.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today’s question:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Project Milaap”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-- historic milestone or dumbest idea ever?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first guest is Gen. Amar Singh Bakshi, who tells the audience that Project Milaap entails the release of 50 Pakistani prisoners who inadvertently crossed the border.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have been detained for many years, but have now been exonerated and found to be of no threat to Indian security, as indicated by the plaintive string music that swells in the background as we see video footage of the prisoners’ tattered homespun clothing and soulful eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frizzy Hair tells the general that many people in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; think this step is a bad idea because &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will not reciprocate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The general responds that he is sure that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will reciprocate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will have &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; over for dinner and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will tell &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that he’s sorry for all the mean stuff he said about her behind her back, and then they will make out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, he only says that first thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least according to the subtitles; I don’t know Hindi.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly one of the security officers on an upper balcony is shot, and falls crashing down into the studio audience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People run around screaming, and a slo-mo action sequence begins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is lots of shooting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People fly through windows, seemingly impervious to gravity and other laws of physics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut to a shadowy figure on a walkie talkie who says that he’s going in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it Anupam Kher?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gen. Bakshi is confronted at gunpoint by a masked man who apparently isn’t a big fan of Project Milaap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells the General that he knows he has a daughter, and waves around a manila envelope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it his biodata?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha ha, biodata is funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The masked man prepares to shoot the general, when suddenly, plagiarized Mission Impossible music crescendos and a pair of legs come crashing through a nearby skylight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here comes Anupam!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, wait, it’s Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More shooting and bad Matrix-y effects, until Gen. Sharma is shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The masked man runs out of the studio, followed by SRK.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They run past a prominently displayed Pepsi vending machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Close up on the masked man, who has beautiful blue eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ooh, paramilitary extremist, you’re so dreamy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Confrontation between SRK and masked man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Masked man has SRK at gunpoint, and is about to shoot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SRK makes a funny chipmunk face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Masked man is out of bullets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From another wing of the TV studio about five rooms away, SRK hears the dying moans of his father, and runs back to find him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he pauses under a fallen electrical cable that is spewing forth sparks on top of his head, SRK looks at his dying father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to scenes of a funeral in the rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SRK looks pensive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flashback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111095697056080792?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111095697056080792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111095697056080792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111095697056080792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111095697056080792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-1.html' title='Main Hoon Na, Part 1'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111801025246843638</id><published>2005-03-15T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:46:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Naa Ho Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-6.html"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/a&gt; (3rd paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-11.html"&gt;It's the Time to Disco&lt;/a&gt; (4th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-14.html"&gt;Kuch To Hua Hai&lt;/a&gt; (2nd paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-19.html"&gt;Kal Ho Naa Ho&lt;/a&gt; (4th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-22.html"&gt;Maahi Ve&lt;/a&gt; (7th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/kal-ho-naa-ho-part-24.html"&gt;Kal Ho Naa Ho (Sad)&lt;/a&gt; (6th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111801025246843638?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111801025246843638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111801025246843638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111801025246843638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111801025246843638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/kal-ho-naa-ho-songs.html' title='Kal Ho Naa Ho Songs'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111800963016450548</id><published>2005-03-15T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:28:55.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Hoon Na Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-2.html"&gt;Chale Jaise Hawaien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (4th paragraph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-5.html"&gt;Main Hoon Na&lt;/a&gt; (5th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-6.html"&gt;Tumhe Jo Maine Dekha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  (4th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-8.html"&gt;Tumse Milke Dilka Jo Haal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  (2nd paragraph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-11.html"&gt;Gori Gori&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  (6th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-part-19.html"&gt;Yeh Fizaein&lt;/a&gt;  (4th paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111800963016450548?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111800963016450548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111800963016450548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111800963016450548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111800963016450548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/main-hoon-na-songs.html' title='Main Hoon Na Songs'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11482639.post-111095543995516681</id><published>2005-03-15T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:36:05.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome to my blog. If I was less lazy and had any rudimentary knowledge of web design, this probably wouldn't be a blog at all, but more of an archive of snarky recaps, &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/"&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/a&gt;-style. While I fear that my Hindi movie recaps will lack the sharp prose stylings and rapier wit of that worthy example, I hope that they will at least help you to feel as though you are experiencing the roiling emotions and epic passions of a Bollywood blockbuster, when you are in fact just trying to kill half an hour at work before you go to lunch. The first film that I decided to recap is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Hoon Na&lt;/span&gt;, because it happened to be lying around. Since I had no idea when I started writing the recap how fucking long it would take to summarize the entire thing, I will be posting it in parts, because I haven't finished it yet. Anyway, I don't really know what the point of this first post is except to lower your expectations for what follows, but I hope you enjoy it, whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11482639-111095543995516681?l=bollyhoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111095543995516681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11482639&amp;postID=111095543995516681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111095543995516681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11482639/posts/default/111095543995516681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bollyhoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
