Aap hindi movies nahi dekhate naa. (You don’t watch Hindi movies, that’s why.) I was chastised by the group for not participating in the intense discussion. I shrugged and nodded hoping it would all end there, but then people discussed something which was as Greek or Latin to me as .NET is to the Perl guy.
“When was the last time you watched a movie?” Someone persisted.
“Umm, very recently actually, I did not have an alternative.”
“Why?”
“Because the bus I was traveling in played it.”
Then I was asked which movie and how did I like it. Everyone swooned over Fanaa and how good it was…. Umm, it was okay – I said a little scared of another rap on my knuckles.
“Okay? How could you say okay? That movie is too good” – Again the Ms. Perseverance.
“Well, it was predictable.”
Now the entire meeting room had question mark on its face.
Yeah, predictable it was – I took the onus of explaining it. Once Kajol identified the things and declared they were Amir’s I sensed, he must be the perpetrator of the act. They cannot kill the hero in the middle of the movie!
Once Amir landed on the snow capped mountains, he was bound to bump into Kajol, and he did. Once he bumped into her, he was bound to tell her – I am the one…he couldn’t have let his chance go by. Once Rishi Kapoor confronted him, he had to die, what good are old heroes for anyway? Once Kajol came to know about the nuclear decoder (or whatever the thing that Amir was carrying), she was bound to contact the military and also to kill Amir.
“But that was daring, no?”
What, hitting a tomato to make red colored blood? Get real, they couldn’t have shown Amir killing Kajol – the movie would have gone bust. Could you have imagined Roza or Bombay with a different ending?
Now, did I tell you, I don’t watch a lot of Hindi movies?
