What’s
Your Dope?
A
dashing cousin once confessed that his love for bikes and racing had surpassed
his love for any other thing in the world. He got a peculiar kick by speeding
his motorcycle on dimly lit Delhi roads late at nights with his biker gang.
More than three fourths of his salary went into maintenance and accessories for
this passion. I said that this was his dope. Another friend of mine enjoys
watching movies and all of her time goes in browsing through IMDB and watching
them like a sincere student, sometimes up to three in a row. This is her dope.
We all have our own dopes. The word ‘dope’ that immediately reminds us someone
high on drugs lying upturned in the middle of the road, actually is derived from
the word ‘dopamine’ a chemical secreted by human brain that induces the feeling
of happiness and bliss. My neighbor’s dope is gardening. Even when she is sick
herself, I can spot her tending to her plants like they were infants, crying
for her. To be happy, we just need to spot something that can give us innate
happiness, an inextinguishable source of bliss. So, what’s your dope?
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Myopic
on Biopic
The
recent spurt in the graph of biopics in Indian cinema points towards a few
things. Firstly, it is evident that fame and popularity scores over content and
work. That is why notorious Charles Shobhraj can boast of a biopic made upon
his wayward life and not Kailash Sathyarthi or such people who have put delinquent
and painful lives back to track, who have gathered pieces together to make many
a life worth living again. The recent biopic made in Hollywood upon the great
Indian mathematician Ramanujan indicates how short sighted we have become when
it comes to choosing subjects for this genre. Secondly, it is as if we have run
out of new ideas, and people’s lives, no matter how banal they have been, are being
turned into money grosser movies. I do not think some celebs whose lives have
been captured on the wide screen deserve that much. No one has yet bothered to
make a biopic on Hockey Wizard Dhyan Chand who impressed even Hitler first with
his game and then with his loyalty towards his country. The next biopic, I read
somewhere, is going to be on Late Kamala Das, the great Indian writer, and
Vidya Balan is going to portray her feminist and enigmatic life. This is fine;
she can motivate many women but still, there have been celebs who clearly did
not deserve even a short docu-drama. We need to think and be more creative with
story lines and plots and yes, music as well.
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Miss
Attitude
I
have noticed that for most people, esp girls, being rude and sarcastic means
being modern. They have this deep rooted perception that not asking or replying
politely, throwing weight around, snubbing acquaintances and loudly conversing
in English with modern slangs thrown liberally is a clear recipe to become attractive,
desirable and ‘hot’. It is a stupidity, a sheer one I dare say. No one can look
lovely with an acerbic tongue and useless attitude that has roots nowhere in concrete.
Attitude means having a spine and confidence to stand up for one self, the
maturity to draw the line between friendliness and harassment, the courtesy and
gravity to accept one’s mistakes. However, every other girl (even school going
ones) is throwing dollops of attitude without even realizing how idiotic and insolent
it makes her appear to others.
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