Dhai Ghante ka Pulp Fixion
This (very) LONG post is about 2 movies & 1 happy filmi meeting that happened. All coincidentally last 2:30 mins (approx). My bro’s & my favourite movie… 1:40 ki last lokal. Lost count of the number of times we have seen this film together & enjoyed it each time. Pulp Fixion (PF) is what I have seen many times, without (till recently) knowing of the cult status it enjoys & the QT behind it’s genius. The same goes for 1:40 as well, cuz we (me & bro) never bothered to find out (till recently) who made it either! Such an overwhelming experience it was!
Chembur mein flat, Lancer, foot massage, mistake se fuck up, Rolex ki ghadi, losers, gold watch, gangsters, femme fatale, wannabes, Ponappa, Marsellus Wallace… the list of coincidences is BIG. For quiet a long time, I had been watching PF in bits & pieces & had always been intrigued with WTF was going on! Then one day the filmi klouds parted, as I was flipping channels, I saw the name bold & strong – Quentin Tarantino. I liked the way it sounded. Very intelligent, very enigmatic, very umm… (Pardon my ignorance) My fingers froze & I just sat back as the ride began.
Cut to the noisy MG Rod, in Bengaluru. 2 guys, Vee & He, trying hard to find a parking. Now that is only possible either if you are QT or Po anna or Abhay Deol (more chances of AD makin’ the kut). Not if u are a s/ware pro, IIM prodigy (Prof ATM Yadav wud agree) or an everyday man. Lesser mortals struggle to find parking here. They sweat, they kurse, they pray & somhow manage to find somone making an exit & park their misery on 4 wheels.
Back to Pulp Fixion. I have always had this sekret desire to date a gangster’s wife (Monica, yo ma dahling!). There I see unfolding the debate about the goddamned foot massage & that got me excited as hell. (Sirf main nahi hoon!). Then after a lil bit of sweet talking with the seemingly innosent kids, I heard it for the first time in my life. My humble TV set roared –
“blah blah blah … And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. blah blah blah…”
Just outta guilt, I thought I am gonna be dead. Beheaded. Turned into PULP. After the line was said, I knew my time was up. Game over. Such was the konviction of Samuel Jackson. Right away reminded me of ‘Rishtey mein to hum tumhaare baap lagte hain…’ Some sounds, that you just want to, no HAVE to FUCKING obey! IMPRESSIVE.
Cut to – “Ae Neeeeeeeeelllllllllllyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Vee & He standing right there in front of me, 2 filmis, I met courtesy: PFC. I said “Magik”. Slightly embarassed, as they were dressed to kill, for a party, and I, erm… for a funeral. Well, Vee seemed at komfort & that set the ball rolling. The first pitcher arrived. Before saying ‘Cheers’ I said “bahut der se baarish nahi hueli hai.” We all (Vee, He & Me) cracked up & how! Finally I found my comfort zone.
I have heard well-informed, well-read filmis saying that 1:40 is inspired by other movies, but to my limited knowledge of cinema, nothing can come as close to PF. The pitcher got over, another was called for. I was doing the math. Cut to Neelyaa, counting his 70 bucks. Bak in da pub, I had more, but wasn’t sure, rather I was a bit unkomfy, first meeting, gawd knows what they’ll think of me. Stingy basterd? It reminded me of Monalisa Beer. LOL.
So I cooked up a story, saying I had to leave the place & go to another city, as I had to surprise my kuzin sister on her b’day. Half an hour past, 2 more hours to go. I was sipping my beer araaam se. Wo kehte hai na, “hold the drink“. But to my utter surprise, we were starting to enjoy each others’ company, so much so that I didn’t realize that the 3rd pitcher was over too! Anekdotes were being exchanged, the air was thick with laughter & cheerful gusto.
We were a lil past 2 hours. I was shifting in my seat, hoping that by some divine intervention, my credit card would save my face. I asked for the bill, reminding the fellow filmis of my departure. The divine intervention happened. Not cuz of my credit card, Vee picked up the tab. I protested, he didn’t relent. I was feeling happy, having avoided the embarassment… & made a loud pronounced mental note, that the next time wud be on me…
Time to exit, stage right! Cut to Vincent Vega at Marsellus Wallace’s pad, after they kome bak from the near fatal trippy party. Vincent (JoTra) tells the Don’s wife Mia that he wants to piss (or something to that effekt) & then has a dialogue with himself in the loo, looking at the mirror, preparing for his exit. Bak in da pub, me in the loo, I m readying my good-bye lines. What to tell you darling kya hua…
Having prepared my farewell speech, I came out, just to be informed that these guys, out of sheer gawd knows what, would be dropping me to the bus stand. FUCK. I froze. Anyways, I played on… I tried to dodge, but we had already forged a strange-strong filmi bond, I didn’t have any option, but to agree to what they said. Cut to inside the car. Vrooooom & then the muzik starts.
I LOVE the fucking song. My fucking FAVOURITE song. Dunno why, I volunteer to pick some beer kans, so that the party continues, as we drive towards the bus stand. Damn, one after the other, each song a FAVOURITE. This was the mother of all coincidences. I wanted to hang around, but had my big foot in my loud mouth. We continue to enjoy the beer & the muzik & then in a few more minutes, we were at the bus stand. I said a hurried good bye & vanished into the krowd…
Chaar din ki zindagani, har pal ek nayi kahani…
P.S.: I humbly salut QT & Sanjay Khanduri. What genius Sirjee!
Tags: 1:40 ki last local, Abhay Deol, film noir, pulp fiction, Quentin Tarantino, Sanjay Khanduri
Anurag Kashyap
Abhay Deol
Dibakar Banerjee
Hansal Mehta
Khalid Mohamed
Kundan Shah
Anish Kuruvilla
Jaideep Verma
Manish Gupta
Navdeep Singh
Bhavani Iyer
D. Santosh
Onir
Ashvin Kumar
Ramu Ramanathan
Sudhir Mishra
Pankaj Advani
Revathy
Saurabh Shukla
Shilpa Shukla
Sujoy Ghosh
Suparn Verma
Santosh Sivan
Shashank Ghosh
Shivajee
Pavan Kaul
Partho Sen-Gupta
Prroshant Naryannan
Sam Langoria
Satish Kasetty
O teri… And using that beautiful song from PF, let me quote, “Boy, you’ll be paying soon.”
Tu Saala Kaam Se Gaya.
@ vee: pleasure all mine!!!
@ AO: will try nxt time.
I second Aditya. Yeh K toh two much ho gaya yaar!
Sawry for the inkonvenience.
@magik…
ye k bouncer kyon serve kiya tune…
ekdum palle nahi pada.
pehle jaisa kuch likh. If I wanted to read aisa kuch I read Bachi Karkaria ka column ya khalid mohammad ka review padh leti hoon…..
mujhe phir tylenol ki zaroorat padti hai.
waiting for the regular u.
Didn’t I? Bola tha ki ‘filmi kaliyaan jo khilaayee’ uska bakhaan kisiko raas nahi aayega…. Well, I didn’t actually….. a liberty here.. subtext samjho yaara.. that’s the ‘in-thing; currently..
@magik, yeh “K” ka chakkar kya hai? just want your posts to be “different” or is there any hidden agenda or sub-text or ?????
magik – let me guess. balaji is a client?
@ all: just a wierd quirk of mine. didn’t imagine that K is only wut u guys wud read…
Most Wannabe Post I have ever read
apologies bro. somtimes ho jaata hai…