This monument is not exactly a symbol of unfinished construction. It is in fact, a partially devastated wonder of architecture.
But whenever I picture incompleteness, the Colosseum of Rome flashes before my eyes. Its beauty intrinsic in its fragmented existance.
I post below some articles that I started writing at various points in time. For a host of reasons I mentioned 'In the beginning...', I could never get them past their stage of incompletion.
No, I do not wish here to compare them either to the magnificence or stature of the Colosseum. The only analogy is that they will remain incomplete.
It is just my ode to unfinished business...
1. Dial M for Mobile
My ancient motorola 3-pin charger sat reluctantly against a port in the apartment wall. In fact it was refused admissions at all sockets in the hotel, in office and even in the available junction boxes. It's lone companion, the ageing Motorola C350 was resting in a small handbag inside a back pack. The handset had been ailing for sometime, having trouble getting charged and after the last charge failed to contain for more than a day, the phone had passed out at the airport. I made a couple of attempts to revive it later on but they were futile.
2. Kismat Connection
Kismat Connection could well amount to a three hour hair care ad with the protagonists sporting new hairstyles frequently tousled by the breeze from a studio fan. Shahid Kapoor wins the follicle contest by a hair's breadth. That's about what can be said for this movie which has precious little to offer in terms of story and script.
The very Aziz Mirza who conjured commercial classics in the 90's with SRK seems to have had a brainwave of a storyline. A guy who is deserted by lady luck at every stage suddenly stumbles upon his lucky charm who puts things back on the silver plate for him. The windfall in supposed to continue and his life right in the magical, comical moments that we may expect over the next couple of hours or more where the remaining reels unspool.
Sadly, the execution of this…incredible…idea rather escapes the director's cerebrum and settles on the follicle. It seems as if Mirza set out with great gusto to create something magnanimous and suddenly fell to his knees, head in hands and sobbed uncontrollably realising that his ever faithful SRK would no longer convince the audience as a youngster just out of graduation college and he would have to do with Shahid Kapoor.
Shahid, looks very much like a pocket size Tom Cruise straight out of Vanilla sky and at times unconsciously slips into the SRK skin. A stammer too many, a shudder too violent…possibly under the burden of
3. All The Best
Finally, after a long long while, here's a movie that splash dives into fun and entertainment and knows exactly how to have a whale of a time. In the extended space of several forgettable releases where moviedom fumbled miserably and drove itself to the point of confusion trying to understand the true spirit of comedy, Like a waiter of a foreign country who utterly fails to comprehend your order and gets you everything else instead, movies staked claim in comedy either riding on a sparing collection of average one liners or on stars with a past history of humorous outings or by simply resorting to disgustful slapstick and toilet humour. Hardly any of these desperate attempts evoked laughter and nearly all these expeditions bit the dust.
All The Best seriously begs to differ. It's yet another genuine work of comedy from the trusted stables of Rohit Shetty who once brought the house down with Golmaal, misfired with its sequel but is back with a hilarious bang this time.
4. Vishnu
Was saddened to wake up to the news of Vishnuvardhan's demise. Was saddened further to see the shoddy coverage on the news channels with insensitive questions being asked to the immediate family and the crowd jostling for frame space. A person of his stature deserves a lot more respect, especially so on his final journey. It was as if the soul decided to leave quietly without disturbing the world. His wife was remarkably composed as she requested for peace and calm. BSY was very crisp and sensible in his condolence speech.
One of the very few actors who besides his collosal image endeared himself to the elite crowd too with his clean choice of work, chaste speech and always maintained class.
5. Stuttgart Nov 08
Hello from (Fe)llo!
Reached safely on a surprisingly warm Sunday afternoon in the middle of an impending winter. Hemanth was there, on the trot, to receive me at the airport. We took a taxi which sped off to Hotel Domino, never allowing the needle to drop below 100 kmph. I was weary from the long flight and couldn't have been happier to plop myself on the soft bed in the hotel room. HK the humanitarian had cooked and brought along a box noodles for lunch. Awfully sweet of him. I traded it for a pack of bakery chips that I had carried along. He merrily munched on them while I freshened up and started devouring my lunch.
We chatted for a while before he hurried to get back home to meet some friends. I promptly fell asleep, to be woken up by a couple of phone calls from friends. I wished I could sleep for as long as possible.
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