Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Important and urgent

Blogdosts, pass this on to all your friends in media. No. Pass it on to every single person you know who values freedom - it is all we really have!! The petition is self- explanatory. Our voices will help save an innocent man's life. And send a strong signal to oppressive regimes the world over that there are eyes, ears, voices and tears that still believe in human rights.
On 7/7/09, Intern1 wrote:
Dear Shobhaa De ,I'd be immensely grateful for your help.We are working with the Committee for the Protection of Journalists and Newsweek in New York to try and secure the release of the Iranian-Canadian journalist Maziar Bahari in Tehran. He was reporting on the elections in Iran and has been detained without charge since 21 June.We are asking leading editors and journalists around the world to sign a letter calling for his release. It will be sent to the head of the judiciary in Iran - and we would be delighted if you felt able to sign it. Signatories include CNN’s Cristiane Amanpour, leading Pakistani journalist Ahmed Rashid, the editor of Die Zeit, Josef Joffe, the editor of El Pais, Javier Moreno and celebrated Italian reporter Roberto Saviano.Maziar is one of the most remarkable reporters and film makers in his field. He has worked for the BBC (Newsnight and Panorama), and Channel 4, as well as reporting for Newsweek. His documentary films include ‘And Along Came A Spider’ about an Iranian serial killer and, most recently, ‘An Iranian Odyssey’ about the plot to overthrow Mossadegh in 1953.We believe that a strong protest from Maziar Bahari's peers at the highest level in Iran will form a significant part of the campaign for his release.http://www.newsweek.com/id/203036I look forward to hearing from you.With kind regards,Lily Ash Sakula,Index on Censorshipwww.indexoncensorship.org <http://www.indexoncensorship.org/> +44 (0)20 7324 2522Sent on behalf of Jo Glanville, the Editor
jo@indexoncensorship.org
PETITIONWe are writing to express our grave concern at the detention of our esteemedfellow journalist Maziar Bahari and to request his immediate release. MrBahari has been detained since June 21. No charges have been brought againsthim, and he has not been granted access to a lawyer. As one of the mostimpartial and committed journalists in his field, he has been regularlyreporting from the Middle East, principally on Iran and Iraq, for the pastdecade, providing consistently balanced and insightful reports. As anaward-winning documentary film maker he has earned global respect for hiswork.We request his immediate release from custody and that he be allowed toresume his work. As a journalist, he was engaged in fulfilling hisprofessional duties, reporting on critical events following the elections.At a minimum he is entitled to the full protection of the laws of Iran,including the right to legal counsel. The Islamic Republic of Iran¹sdomestic laws recognize the right to free expression and Iran was one of thefirst countries in the world to ratify the International Covenant on Civiland Political Rights in 1975, which guarantees all individuals the freedomto seek, receive and impart information and ideas of all kinds, regardlessof frontiers, either orally, in writing or in print, in the form of art, orthrough any other media.As a group of leading international journalists and editors, who wish toensure that our fellow professionals are permitted to do their work safelyand freely, we ask you to consider this petition and return Mr Bahari to hisfriends, colleagues and family without further delay.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Filmi Fashion Faux Pas



Why desi actors never get it right…!

The day I spotted a Page 3 picture of a minor TV star ( are there any other kind?) wearing an Ed Hardy tee and baseball cap, I knew it was all over . For Ed Hardy. Edgy International brands have never had it so bad. First , the recession. And then, Desi Men wearing Korean knockoffs. Poor Ed. All was going well for the brand till that point. At least when it came to true blue fashionistas like Yash Birla, who joined the Ed Hardy club years ago, when it was a relatively unknown label, popular in L.A. but nor really worn outside a small, charmed circle of ravers who liked the graphics and colours of the brand. This is a story that repeats itself each time say, a Sohail Khan, shows up wearing something hot off the fashion alleys of New York. The brand gets instantly devalued.It happened with True Religion, and J Brand jeans. And it happened over time with Gucci, Armani and the worst hit victim – Versace!! These brands have still to recover. Every second mechanic tinkering under your neighbour’s Porsche, wears Versace ( pronounced sweetly as WERE – SASE). Even the building watchmen who thoko smart salaams when in mufti, prefer Versace over other fakes…. Though, heaven help Ed, but I can see them switching loyalties rapidly.
So…. Why can’t Desi guys with means, be sensible and stick to desi gear? Why can’t they dress like Rahul Gandhi, for Chrissake??
Because they lack confidence.
Because they can’t be themselves.
Because they want desperately to be someone else …. Someone ‘cool’.
And nobody has told them that the coolest way to look is desi.
Not necessarily designer desi – just basic Fab India desi.
Our men look their sexiest in dhotis. Don’t believe me? Check out Shah Rukh Khan in a black dhoti, floating down the backwaters in Kerala with Preity Zinta. He has never looked better – before or since. And you can keep your six pack image of the star clad in shredded jeans and a wet shirt from ‘OMO’. Similarly, Akshay Kumar in the opening sequence of ‘Sinngh is Kinng’ (forgotten how many extra ‘g’s’ or ‘n’s’ there are in the title), looked just amazing in a long, pink khadi kurta worn over sloppy, non-designer jeans. This was inspired imaging, at once desi and super cool. His attackable chest is visible through the open, unbuttoned kurta (let’s not go further South – we know how much trouble that caused the guy!) made him look rugged and sexy, but not available and gigolo-ish. Most of our stars don’t get that distinction. You can look dishy, without providing the cutlery gratis.
Bollywood has gone brand-insane. The label consciousness and dependency has robbed actors of any individuality – they dress alike, look alike and talk alike. I miss the old rogues – those completely OTT guys who went out of their way to stand out… not conform, like today’s chaps. Remember Raaj (“Jaani’) Kumar, with his collection of carrot-coloured toupees and crazy velvet smoking jackets worn over breeches?? Or Pran, perennially clad in a maroon dressing gown? Dev Anand wearing impossibly high collared shirts ( maybe five of them, one over the other) under even higher collared jackets, topping the look with a cap at a rakish tilt over a well-constructed wig. Not forgetting the Isadora Duncan scarf, the broad belt and ankle length slacks ( shades of Michael Jackson). The late Feroz Khan, now being hailed as a style icon (how generous we are to the dead!), who invariably dressed like he was auditioning for a Spaghetti Western – a Clint Eastwood gone wrong. Come on, you guys… who wears a Stetson outside Texas? Feroz!! The Desi Cowboy rode into town from Bangalore and perpetually behaved like he was fighting Injuns in his backyard. Perhaps, he was!
Elvis had his blue suede shoes and our Jeetendra his shiney white ones. He loved his whites and still does. Along with Govinda and Mithun Chakraborthy, Jeetendra can get away with sartorial hara-kiri. These fellows are originals – bizarre, outlandish, scarey. But we still love them. Purple pants, yellow shirts, pink ties, green socks. Bring it on, brothers. Don’t ever get into the Dolce set. You don’t need to. Your fans love you just the way you are – disastrous but adorable. Leave the labels to the younger insecure set. Or be like John Abraham, who is happiest in nothing more fussy than snug swimming trunks. John The Butt has his fundamentals in place. He is the chilled out chappalwalla, who is so sure of himself he doesn’t feel the need to bother with dress codes.And being John, nobody reminds him. Salman has given a bad name to too many brands, so let’s leave him out of this. He is Salman. Cute and red hot. He is shirtless at the best of times, and so he should remain. It is only when he gets into designer clothes u wearthat one wants to scream, “Stylist!”
The bachchas on the block are B-O-R-I-N-G . I mean, Imran Khan does not have to wear rasta checks with Hanes undershirts at all times, surely?? Or that silly string tie? But he does! Shahid wears the same expression and outfit (can he not think beyond white shirts and jeans), but at least he looks like a regular insaan. Baby Bachchan is perpetually struggling with his weight, and often dresses like a maitre d’ – perhaps he thinks his height takes care of the details. No, honey, it really doesn’t. You cannot wear those strange dj’s with velvet lapels and hope to get away with it. That leaves Hritik Roshan. I’d say out of the lot, he shows some individuality, even if he does miss a fashion cue or two occasionally. He clearly loves his biceps as much as he loves Barbara. His shirt sleeves are rolled up tapori-style, no matter where and what.Royal purple sems to be his favourite colour ( a hangover from ‘Jodha Akbar’?). But it goes with his personality and I am sure Barbara loves it on him. Saif Ali Khan is frequently referred to as a Nawab who knows his style. I’d agree. Forget those bandanas for a moment ( even men have their bad hair days), but this Khan gets it right down to the last button.
My suggestion to all these wonderful men is simple – style is not about who or what you wear. It is about who you are when the lights are switched off. Once you figure that one out, everything else automatically falls into place. Jai Ho!

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This appeared in the Asian Age over the weekend. As you can tell, I had fun writing it.

More fun than analysing the bloody budget ( the market's tanked).

Officially, the budget is supposed to be 'sensible and pro-growth'. But frankly, it is a huge letdown and most disappointing. Pranab Babu - between you and Mamatadi, we are screwed!

Filmi Fashion Faux Pas....

Sunday, July 5, 2009

New York - where Khan is King!

It was pouring horses, camels and elephants last night, but I was determined to catch 'New York' at a theatre closest to me ( Inox - best popcorn in the world). I ran into the multiplex looking like a wet rat... but then, everybody around me was drenched , too. At least I was wearing my favourite jumbo fake pearls and looking posh! From the very first opening sequence of the film, it was established that this was a class act. Some films manage to convey their superior content instantly with frame one itself. But even I wasn't prepared for what unfolded thereafter. Let's hand it to Kabir Khan - the guy's got it. In spades. He makes most of the other acclaimed Bollywood directors look like bumbling amateurs. Khan's movie is in a league of its own - what a terrific script, for starters. And what inspired casting. Who but Khan would have thought of John Abraham for that role AND extracted such a convincing performance out of the guy one associates with a tree stump?Katrina Kaif actually EMOTES in the movie - this is a miracle. Neil is good, but then Neil is an actor not a log of wood. However it is Irrfan Khan who beats all these stars hollow with his polished and superbly understated performance as an FBI agent with a difficult job to do, post 9\11 and the Twin Towers tragedy.
While on Irrfan, I remember him coming home to meet me with a dvd of his film 'The Warrior'. He was an unknown actor at the time, and I had seen him in a small budget hindi movie (forget the name) in which his performance had greatly impressed me. I had mentioned as much in a column, and he had called to thank me for recognising his effort. Over tea at the dining table, we had discussed movies - and our respective spouses - both Bongs!! That was years ago. Today, Irrfan is a star with several prestigious international projects. Like Om Puri, Anupam Kher and now Anil Kapoor, Irrfan will continue to get steady work overseas. These guys are professionals minus starry airs and silly egoes. They choose their projects well, make serious money, and move on. 'New York' is Irrfan's film all the way. And with its success two more Khans join the club of Bollywood superstars - take a bow, you guys - Kabir and Irrfan.
Aditya Chopra's taaras as producer are definitely changing. First 'New York', and now a charming film starring his lady love Rani Mukherjee ( playing a Sikh cricketer, turban- beard et al, believe it or not). Going by the teaser trailer, this one looks a winner, too. If only Shahid Kapoor would change his floppy hair!! Rani appears in terrific form and is looking barfi-sweet. Can't wait !
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It's been a great homecoming . I had three books waiting for me. One is from a BLOGDOST! Onyeka Nwelue's 'Abyssinian Boy' looks promising. I was so touched by the message. It reads : " Shobhaaji, your bravery transcends continents. I'm writing to you with love from Nigeria, West Africa, Africa, The World." Onyeka has been described by 'The Guardian' as a ''teenager with a steaming pen."
Margaret Mascarenhas is a friend who lives in Goa. This is her second book ( I loved 'Skin', her first). She is an American citizen of Goan origin who grew up in Venezuela. Her new book, " The Disappearance of Irene Dos Santos'' starts with a quotation: " It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees." That sums up Margaret. She too has written a really affectionate message to me. It reads : " For Shobhaa, who has so often pulled me from the brink of becoming boringly earnest." Excuse me, while I weep.....
The third book is from Sai Paranjpye ( love this woman!). 'Rigmarole' is a set of three satirical plays set in contemporary India. She descibes them as " feel good plays."
I shall take all three books with me to Poland next week.
That is my way of letting you guys know I'll be on the move - yes, again!
I know, I know.... but hold the scolding. It's all for a good cause. More on that later.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Paul the Bar Tender

I love Agony Uncle Bar Tenders. And on my recent cruise, I was lucky to bond with one such person. Paul was a larger than life Jamaican who'd been working the cruise ship circuit for 12 long years.Startlingly white teeth and a belly laugh made him a genial Father Confessor to countless lost souls nursing that last drink at 2 a.m before lurching off to their staterooms and calling it a night over choppy, alien waters - inviting by day, menacing at night.
My friend Judith and I discovered Paul just before the Cosmopolitan Club Bar on Deck 14 closed on the second night of our much anticipated cruise. We were sailing off the coast of Mallorca, and feeling really depressed about Michael Jackson's death. There was no getting away from MJ. His images were on every channel as tributes poured in from across the globe. We ordered a glass each of Pinot and cried into it . Paul who had been watching us with some amusement ( was our mascara running??) asked chattily what the matter was. Judith said, " We are feeling really, really sad that Michael Jackson is dead." Paul continued to polish a Cognac snifter as he replied philosophically, " Oh.... but he died a long, long time ago. A man who does not know who he is.... is dead already." We were stunned by his reaction and gulped down the vino very quickly. It was such an astute observation. Impressed by Paul's sagacity, we felt encouraged enough to discuss more personal matters. We both had young daughters giving us a hard time ( boy friend issues). After listening to us patiently, Paul asked, " Do you have a dog?" I joked, " I have something better - a gun." Paul shook his head, " That's no good, ma'am. A gun sleeps when you sleep. But a dog continues to work." By this time Judith and I had become Paul's bhakts - loyal devotees. "Oh Master.... tell us more," we begged. Paul strategised like a true professional. How the hell did this man know so much about life?? He smiled, "My mother gave birth to eleven kids I grew up in a tough and poor neighbourhood. I've seen it all... drugs, murders, robbing, drunks..."
We were his slaves by then. But the bar had to close. And we had to get back to those naughty daughters. They were sleeping like angels when we lurched into the cabin. One of them had the nerve to open an eye and demand cheekily, " Oooh.... seen the time?? So where were you ladies? Painting the town red?" I had neither the gun nor the dog to defend me. I sheepishly went to bed. Paul's laughter echoed in my ears. I want to start a fan club for him. Or at least name a cocktail in his honour. Jamaican rum with nariel paani. It's my way of saying, 'Thank you,' to an absolute gentleman who didn't move a muscle as two , slightly tipsy women poured out their silly little tales of teenage horror stories to him.Bless you, Paul!

Friday, July 3, 2009

Farewell Tyeb...

Tyeb Mehta died as quietly and discreetly as he had lived. Husainsaab was large hearted enough to acknowledge that Tyeb was indeed the definitive figurative painter of his time. M.F. Husain was Tyeb's friend, contemporary and admirer. I'd frequently meet them together at Pundole Art Gallery or at Husain's home, over kadak chai and art world gossip. No matter what Husainsaab may say now as a tribute to his late dost, I know how surprised he was when Tyeb's painting and not one of his own ,crossed the one million dollar mark at that historic Chritie's auction in New York ( a stunning triptych called Celebration). Husain's ego was a little bruised, but the shock was somewhat tempered by the thought that it was Tyeb and not some bratty upstart who'd beaten him to it. As always, it was the TOI'S Nina Martyris ( as quiet and discreet as Tyeb himself), who wrote a lyrical tribute to Mehta, sans the annoying intellectualisation that art critics feel obliged to indulge in. Such a shame that Husain won't be here to attend his friend's funeral and console Tyeb's widow Sakina. I am almost certain that Husain will express his grief via a canvas dedicated to Tyeb. I feel fortunate to have known Tyeb and lived with his dramatic work for several years.

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I told my husband I'd rather be married to a gay guy than a straight man who 's a wife beater. He nodded in agreement as we both concluded it was time India grew up and accepted a few social realities. This was while watching the TV discussions on the issue after that historic judgement delivered by the bold and forward thinking Chief Justice A.P. Shah. While Celina Jaitley spoke sense ( she was clearly being prompted via text messages during Arnab's show, but what the hell - she played the messenger convincingly), could she not have dropped the blue contact lenses, fake lashes, crazy wig and caked make up? She wasn't shooting an item song.For someone pretty smart and articulate, Celina often gets it completely wrong when it comes to putting herself together for sober occasions . Nothing a clued -in stylist can't fix .... but fast, please!!

It was amusing to read Arjun Ramphal's carefully worded response to the judgement. We are all waiting to hear what SRK and Karan Johar have to say.... John Abraham has sweetly given his quotes. But there are countless other Bollywood guys whose reactions are going to be closely monitored, dissected and recycled. Comprenez??

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Back... and burning to go!

This is just to say a big and cheery, "Hello!" even though I'm feeling like the bottom of a bird cage. Let's put it another way - I'm all cruised out.
More travel stories later. But first, I came back to the great news about Section 377. To all my gay friends - let the party begin. Finally , India woke up and discovered the 21st century - at least when it comes to same sex relationships. It's a complex issue. Arnab wanted me to be on his panel tonight. But I was hopelessly jet lagged, had half a litre of coconut oil in my hair, and my mind was still in Paris .... for several reasons.
My 'holiday' ( definitely need another one to recover from this one) was exhilerating on many levels, but I can tell you that the ghastly news about MJ's death nearly ruined what could have been a picture perfect day in Genoa. I loved the Gloved One with all my heart, and when I heard the Motown guy paying his tribute on Larry King Live by stating what the world needs to acknowledge - " A Michael Jackson happens just once," my tears wouldn't stop. What an incredibly sad end for such an incredibly talented individual. Jackson was the second man in my life I'd uttered the words , " I love you," to. The three forbidden bon mots had slipped out spontaneously when I'd met him briefly ( a few pulse-stopping seconds) at a poolside dinner in Mumbai more than a decade ago. He'd whispered back ( on auto pilot, of course) , " I love you, too," and even though I knew it was a conditioned response to a fan, I'd BELIEVED him!!I'd shaken his gloveless hand , glared at the 7 feet gorillas (his minders) forming a protective ring around him, broken through a tight security cordon, and done what I had to do - declared my feelings unabashedly to a complete stranger - a ghost. It's a surrealistic moment I'll always cherish ,for MJ was not of this world. He was an angel. And he's back where he belongs. I'll say it once more with feeling, " I love you, Michael." Ummmm.... in case you want to know the identity of the other man who heard those words from my mouth.... sorry. Let that remain a secret I share just with him.