Yesterday we were watching the movie Citylights. In fact I have
been trying to watch it since two days. I hate the stupid movie. It is really
that bad. First, it’s depressing. It’s a story of a couple to whom only bad
shit happens. At first I was disturbed. I thought it reminds me of my failings
or my issues or my troubles and that’s why I hate it. Yesterday while I was
watching it I realized that I hate it as it’s a piece of shit. It’s a couple
who are so dumb so dumb that everyone wants to take advantage of them. Its full
of old clichés in which people – gullible people come from the villages to the
mean bad world and will be taken advantage of by the bad guys. It’s a piece of
crap. No one is that dumb really! I have been to the villages, yes some are not
yet exposed but they really are not that dumb. They are stupid and they fall
for some stuff or the other but nowhere near this. The story is also just
designed for cry porn. Show anything just in an effort to make you cry and feel
bad. You feel nothing for the characters and nothing for their struggles. Just
bad bullshit cinema. I think its amongst the worst we have to offer in the name
of realistic cinema. Like this movie -
Queen. I hated that movie as well. A chic who is dumped days before her wedding
goes to France and discovers her individuality. Puke on that movie. Everyone loved
it and thought it was a great movie. I completely hated it and thought it was
over the top. Way over the top. BAH!
But the reason Citylights was at home was because Jispa wasn’t
at home. Where’s Jispa. Jispa is busy attending a camp at Japaloupe. That’s a
place where the main aim of the camp is to ride horses and have fun. Nice camp
reason. We don’t know the place too well, but my nephew used to go there and
our friend’s kids go there often. Its pretty popular. In fact its so popular,
Jispa knows some 12 other kids who have gone for the camp. Now that’s a nice
thing. She is 12 years old and that’s her first camp. My first camp was when I was
15 and the first time I was out of home for a trip was when I was around 14. My
friend had come to me after the tenth standard vacations and said – hey there
is an ad in the Marathi paper on camp in Boisar – a military camp. It was for
three weeks. Wow. I always wanted to go for a military camp and in fact I wanted
to join the military. Misdirected aggression! So I went for it. Three weeks of
camp, staying in tents and doing lots of fun stuff. The best was when I first say
the toilet facilities. I think we were around 300 kids or so and the toilets
were basically pits dug with a huge plank of wood on top with holes to let the
stuff in. yuck. I think on the first day or so people did not aim right and
there was shit around the hole and now no one wanted to go there. Luckily this
camp was in an open field and all of us simply went into the fields. I first
tried not going for a couple of days, then I remember having a little too much
buttermilk on one afternoon and I couldn’t hold on much longer. Into the fields
and far away so get some secluded undone spot! Hah! That was fun. We would run,
do karate training and march past and other stuff. Then I went for three more
camps through the NCC which I joined in college. They were much better with accommodation
in dorm kind of places. I remember them as fun and I think it’s best if Jispa
stars experiencing some of this.
As a dad I hate sending her where there is risk. Horse
riding is as risky as it gets. I don’t like sending her, but I guess the maxim ‘protect
where you must, permit where you can’ works well. So Jasmine was keen to send
her and I didn’t protest. I too have to teach the kid that the world is there to
be explored on her own. Uff. I don’t like her unprotected but this is as
protected an environment as ever. Let go Jaimit. Let her go.
While she was preparing I told her of a few rules of
camping. Some of personal hygiene. As I know how we were as kids. You need to
have your bath regularly. Keep you nails and feet clean. To have your food on
time and other stuff. None of which I used to follow too much, but its good
advice to give Jispa. (Evil snigger). Then she tells mom – dad is making this
out as if it’s a life and death situation. Rascal. She is now big enough to
figure her dad’s tricks by now. Full Bakwaas it must be for her.
So there she is off and we are here. We are not missing each
other… but that is another story…
