I tried to keep movies/music out of my blog for a while now, lest it turned into one of those blogs. However, considering they are an integral part of my life, and keeps my otherwise mundane grad school life even slightly interesting, I thought they deserved a place here. Don't worry. I'm NOT going to bore you with the millionth review of The Dark Knight (I STILL haven't watched the movie can you believe it? Sadness. No points for guessing why I find its reviews particularly annoying, especially the ones that talk about how amazing Anne Hathaway was as Catwoman. I love that girl! L.O.V.E. ). What I will talk about though are some of those movies/songs that ruled the charts at its time and left an indelible mark, on a particularly impressionable kid (I'm still kind of a kid no? All those itching to correct me, screw you!). So if you think I'm weird, mad, say or do things that are majorly inappropriate and often uncalled for then you know who/what to blame. Its NOT my fault. And just so you know, it NEVER is.
Jumma Chumma: One of the first songs I learnt as a kid (Can you believe it?). In my defense, I never intended to learn it. It was on radio and television ALL the time. And considering I was three, and had no idea what 'Chumma' meant, and had a ear that picked up almost anything it heard, you can't blame me for finding the tune incredibly catchy. Mom was tying my shoelaces one morning, and I happened to hum two lines of the song. Well what happened next was nothing short of legendary. Although I don't remember most of it ( Did I mention I was three? Lord! ), but I do remember that there was a lot of yelling and frantic flailing of arms in the air. I think my mom cried too, thinking she'd lost a perfectly innocent child to the 'adult' world of Bollywood, despite her strict regulations revolving around the idiot box. I just didn't get what all the hue and cry was about, except that my brother kept saying "Haww" for a week after the incident (He was rather annoying then. Hope he's not reading this. If you are, I want you to know that I love you NO MATTER WHAT. :)) Years later, when I heard the song again, I was quite disturbed by the utter lack of taste I had as a kid. Also the idea of a fifty something Amitabh Bachhan shamelessly hitting on a twenty something girl in a hideous black and red can-can was not exactly appealing. My first stint with the inappropriate. And seriously, what's with the mugs? Sheesh!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0
Don't break my hut: Why would you wanna do that? No really. Why? Why break some poor bloke's hut? Especially when he pleads the girl not to break his hut, she nonchalantly screeches, "I weel. I weel." How incredibly mean! And the most confusing part of it was how the guy seemed to enjoy it, and danced and jumped in the air in response. As a perplexed fourth standard student I asked my mom:
Me: Mom?
Mom (anticipating a nonsensical question, hardly looking up from the newspaper): What?
Me: Why does Madhuri want to break that boy's hut?
Mom (answers disinterestedly): Who's this Madhuri now? Some new girl? (Seriously, I was NEVER a playboy.)
Me: No no. Dixit. Actress.
Mom (swaying her head disapprovingly): You should stop watching TV all the time and do something constructive.
Me: Maaa! Not the point! Tell me no. Why does she want to break his hut?
Mom: You think they live in huts? Really?! (In all seriousness, I never thought about the obviously foreign locations this song was shot in. Not to mention the gross-but-expensive looking black leather jacket, dangling silver chains and what not. Question. Do black leather and silver go together? Except that hip-hop artists seem to carry them off with considerable ease.)
Dad (chipping in from afar): Its not hut. Its 'heart'.
Mom (turning to dad): I guess that's worse.
They consequently got sucked into an extremely animated conversation about how breaking someone's heart is worse than demolishing someone's apartment. And how men are dogs, and women only sing about breaking hearts while in reality guys do it all the time. Mom won the argument. As usual. Duh. But seriously, wasn't horrendous English pronunciation the primary focus here?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJ07sN1b-ZY
Kaun: I was never a man with a strong heart. I think I blamed my mother for it in a previous post. Can't remember which one. But that's besides the point. The thing you have to know about me is that I have always been TERRIFIED of ghosts. Like the peeing-in-the-pants type (Although I had a cousin who was worse. He screamed like a girl while watching a movie about impossibly large and hairy mutated spiders. If you're curious, go watch 'Eight Legged Freaks'. I think its a laugh riot). At the same time I was a sucker for ghost stories. From the more popular/widely read 'Monkey's Paw' and 'Dracula' to the more obscure 'Bandage Bhoot' and 'Brahmadoitto' (which translates to Brahmin Bhoot, complete with a sacred thread and kumkum-smeared forehead ) that my granny created to entertain an often annoying grandkid, I had them all by heart. Literally. What happened as a result, was that I was perenially scared of the dark, of anything remotely unfamilar/unseen. Its like living in a world of ghosts. Also the fact that I had a particular sadistic Dad who reveled in jumping out from weird corners, with flared eyes, clawed palms, shrieking hysterically just to see his own kid shiver till his knees rattled, didn't help in the least. (Seriously. Who does that? That too to their own kid?!)
Thrillers came a close second. Especially the ones involving psycopaths/serial killers/ gore fests in general. The movie that damaged me for life was one called 'Kaun', released in 1999, that met with a rather luke warm response at the box office. I was twelve then. The empty house, an eccentric Manoj Bajpai looking for Mr. Malhotra on a rainy night, a lonely woman hearing about a serial killer on the loose, and all that went on in those two taut hours had me hooked, cowering behind a cushion for cover, aforementioned sadistic Dad jumping from behind at the worst moments. I was traumatized. Literally. I couldn't sleep for days. I thought my dad strangely resembled Manoj Bajpai from the movie. Eeeeee. I think that was one of Ram Gopal Varma's best. But then he degenerated into someone who made 'Phoonk' and later,'Ram Gopal Varma ki Aag', both intolerable yawn-fests. Not to mention a talented Urmila Mantondkar ending up playing the lead in all movies that required the central character to be traumatized/crazy/mentally disbalanced/possessed by a spirit. In her comeback venture Karzzzzzzzzzzzzz, she did look strangely ghost-like. Scary.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqtSQ6KWRSg
No Entry: Officially the worst song that Bollywood has ever churned out. There are a few close competitors but this is undeniably the worst. The WORST. The song has a total of 51 'NO's in the chorus. Fifty-effing-one!! Can you believe it? My head starts spinning after the first ten 'No's. And incase you're wondering, YES I counted them. (Ya ya. I have nothing better to do. Blah Blah. Keep talking.) My head starts spinning after I hear the first ten of them. Seriously. There's no entry in 'Ishq di Gali'. I get it. Its pretty straightforward. There's a red light and you need to stop your car. But you DON'T have to say it so many times! Shut the f**k up already! But considering the men involved in this song ranged from Salman Khan to Anil Kapoor to some other fifty something old hag of an actor whose name I forget/never bothered to find out, I can imagine why this had to be reiterated to the extent that the only word that was buzzing in your ears was NO. Also why would you want to walk through this Love-Gali holding Bipasha Basu's hand? Have you seen her in this song? What with the psychedelic purples and pinks, golden shimmer face paint and the rather obvious wobbly flab made worse with all the furious gyration, she looks likes a witch, or even better, Amrish Puri. (Do you see the resemblance? :P) *Shudder*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGdRVy5Poc0
And all those million people out there who had this song as there ring tone/caller tune/door bell/morning alarm at any point in your life, I think its time you consider killing yourself. Or else I'll hunt you down and make you pay. The former will be a lot more respectable. Trust me.
'Aap ka Suroor' crap club: Ooooooooo Suroor! The constipated thing called Himesh Reshammiya. Enough said!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSVlg08l50w&feature=fvwrel
And after Britney Spears, Rebecca Black, Justin Beiber and Carly Rae Jepsen, all my mental faculties have been successfully numbed. And recently, the last nail was mercilessly drilled into my coffin. Psy, you killed me. Yes. YOU!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0
Jumma Chumma: One of the first songs I learnt as a kid (Can you believe it?). In my defense, I never intended to learn it. It was on radio and television ALL the time. And considering I was three, and had no idea what 'Chumma' meant, and had a ear that picked up almost anything it heard, you can't blame me for finding the tune incredibly catchy. Mom was tying my shoelaces one morning, and I happened to hum two lines of the song. Well what happened next was nothing short of legendary. Although I don't remember most of it ( Did I mention I was three? Lord! ), but I do remember that there was a lot of yelling and frantic flailing of arms in the air. I think my mom cried too, thinking she'd lost a perfectly innocent child to the 'adult' world of Bollywood, despite her strict regulations revolving around the idiot box. I just didn't get what all the hue and cry was about, except that my brother kept saying "Haww" for a week after the incident (He was rather annoying then. Hope he's not reading this. If you are, I want you to know that I love you NO MATTER WHAT. :)) Years later, when I heard the song again, I was quite disturbed by the utter lack of taste I had as a kid. Also the idea of a fifty something Amitabh Bachhan shamelessly hitting on a twenty something girl in a hideous black and red can-can was not exactly appealing. My first stint with the inappropriate. And seriously, what's with the mugs? Sheesh!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0
Don't break my hut: Why would you wanna do that? No really. Why? Why break some poor bloke's hut? Especially when he pleads the girl not to break his hut, she nonchalantly screeches, "I weel. I weel." How incredibly mean! And the most confusing part of it was how the guy seemed to enjoy it, and danced and jumped in the air in response. As a perplexed fourth standard student I asked my mom:
Me: Mom?
Mom (anticipating a nonsensical question, hardly looking up from the newspaper): What?
Me: Why does Madhuri want to break that boy's hut?
Mom (answers disinterestedly): Who's this Madhuri now? Some new girl? (Seriously, I was NEVER a playboy.)
Me: No no. Dixit. Actress.
Mom (swaying her head disapprovingly): You should stop watching TV all the time and do something constructive.
Me: Maaa! Not the point! Tell me no. Why does she want to break his hut?
Mom: You think they live in huts? Really?! (In all seriousness, I never thought about the obviously foreign locations this song was shot in. Not to mention the gross-but-expensive looking black leather jacket, dangling silver chains and what not. Question. Do black leather and silver go together? Except that hip-hop artists seem to carry them off with considerable ease.)
Dad (chipping in from afar): Its not hut. Its 'heart'.
Mom (turning to dad): I guess that's worse.
They consequently got sucked into an extremely animated conversation about how breaking someone's heart is worse than demolishing someone's apartment. And how men are dogs, and women only sing about breaking hearts while in reality guys do it all the time. Mom won the argument. As usual. Duh. But seriously, wasn't horrendous English pronunciation the primary focus here?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJ07sN1b-ZY
Kaun: I was never a man with a strong heart. I think I blamed my mother for it in a previous post. Can't remember which one. But that's besides the point. The thing you have to know about me is that I have always been TERRIFIED of ghosts. Like the peeing-in-the-pants type (Although I had a cousin who was worse. He screamed like a girl while watching a movie about impossibly large and hairy mutated spiders. If you're curious, go watch 'Eight Legged Freaks'. I think its a laugh riot). At the same time I was a sucker for ghost stories. From the more popular/widely read 'Monkey's Paw' and 'Dracula' to the more obscure 'Bandage Bhoot' and 'Brahmadoitto' (which translates to Brahmin Bhoot, complete with a sacred thread and kumkum-smeared forehead ) that my granny created to entertain an often annoying grandkid, I had them all by heart. Literally. What happened as a result, was that I was perenially scared of the dark, of anything remotely unfamilar/unseen. Its like living in a world of ghosts. Also the fact that I had a particular sadistic Dad who reveled in jumping out from weird corners, with flared eyes, clawed palms, shrieking hysterically just to see his own kid shiver till his knees rattled, didn't help in the least. (Seriously. Who does that? That too to their own kid?!)
Thrillers came a close second. Especially the ones involving psycopaths/serial killers/ gore fests in general. The movie that damaged me for life was one called 'Kaun', released in 1999, that met with a rather luke warm response at the box office. I was twelve then. The empty house, an eccentric Manoj Bajpai looking for Mr. Malhotra on a rainy night, a lonely woman hearing about a serial killer on the loose, and all that went on in those two taut hours had me hooked, cowering behind a cushion for cover, aforementioned sadistic Dad jumping from behind at the worst moments. I was traumatized. Literally. I couldn't sleep for days. I thought my dad strangely resembled Manoj Bajpai from the movie. Eeeeee. I think that was one of Ram Gopal Varma's best. But then he degenerated into someone who made 'Phoonk' and later,'Ram Gopal Varma ki Aag', both intolerable yawn-fests. Not to mention a talented Urmila Mantondkar ending up playing the lead in all movies that required the central character to be traumatized/crazy/mentally disbalanced/possessed by a spirit. In her comeback venture Karzzzzzzzzzzzzz, she did look strangely ghost-like. Scary.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqtSQ6KWRSg
No Entry: Officially the worst song that Bollywood has ever churned out. There are a few close competitors but this is undeniably the worst. The WORST. The song has a total of 51 'NO's in the chorus. Fifty-effing-one!! Can you believe it? My head starts spinning after the first ten 'No's. And incase you're wondering, YES I counted them. (Ya ya. I have nothing better to do. Blah Blah. Keep talking.) My head starts spinning after I hear the first ten of them. Seriously. There's no entry in 'Ishq di Gali'. I get it. Its pretty straightforward. There's a red light and you need to stop your car. But you DON'T have to say it so many times! Shut the f**k up already! But considering the men involved in this song ranged from Salman Khan to Anil Kapoor to some other fifty something old hag of an actor whose name I forget/never bothered to find out, I can imagine why this had to be reiterated to the extent that the only word that was buzzing in your ears was NO. Also why would you want to walk through this Love-Gali holding Bipasha Basu's hand? Have you seen her in this song? What with the psychedelic purples and pinks, golden shimmer face paint and the rather obvious wobbly flab made worse with all the furious gyration, she looks likes a witch, or even better, Amrish Puri. (Do you see the resemblance? :P) *Shudder*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGdRVy5Poc0
And all those million people out there who had this song as there ring tone/caller tune/door bell/morning alarm at any point in your life, I think its time you consider killing yourself. Or else I'll hunt you down and make you pay. The former will be a lot more respectable. Trust me.
'Aap ka Suroor' crap club: Ooooooooo Suroor! The constipated thing called Himesh Reshammiya. Enough said!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSVlg08l50w&feature=fvwrel
And after Britney Spears, Rebecca Black, Justin Beiber and Carly Rae Jepsen, all my mental faculties have been successfully numbed. And recently, the last nail was mercilessly drilled into my coffin. Psy, you killed me. Yes. YOU!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0
HahaHa!!
ReplyDeleteTo add a few wonderful songs that I vividly recall from that era(and more recently too):
1. Tu cheez bari hai mast mast!! This was one epic song with Akshay and Raveena being ridiculous.And the 'Sa ni dha' just added to the awesomeness.AND it always reminded me of pizza(cheese)
2.Ek garam chai ki pyaali ho!!! Oh Anu Malik AND Salman Khan at their best!!!
3.Ek baar jo jaye jawani phir na aaye(from Mujhse shaadi karoge).This song always prompted mum to change the channel cos of Salman's inappropriate step(Not that his steps got any better with time).
Thos are all I remember.Will add others when I do!!
Great post btw.Made me revisit some very very old songs on youtube, I have not in a while:)
ha ha... could not agree more about no entry
ReplyDeleteby the way, this might interest you, immensely :)
http://ofnosurnamefame.wordpress.com/2012/08/02/of-fish-fry-kala-kutta-and-rasgulla-10-best-hindi-film-songs-of-all-time/
@Surabhi: By the time I heard the songs you mentioned I had already lost my sanity I think! :)
ReplyDelete@Shreya: That post was hilarious. There were so many of them I had never heard of in my life. But I'm only too glad that I didn't. :P