Nishijapon in Blore

Nah! This is not the address of a new nite club or pub in the pub city. Rather a simple yet amazing experience. 2 weeks back on a gloomy saturday evening I was sulking away in my office cabin thinking of my boring bachelorhood and the yet boring sunday that woud launch me into washing clothes and sleeping for most of the day, considering there is so much little to do for 'ek akela is shahar mein' guy.

Not that I do not have friends but, most of them are hooked and it kills you to be a haddi in the kababs. Anyways, this friend of my (bachelor till that day) suddenly calls me up and screams...'jaanish, PVR-e bangla boi eshechhe - Nishijapon'.

Allow me to take a detour here... we bangalis call a movie- Boi as in book. Bangla movies since their inception were mostly based on novels and books, hence the term.

Now thrilled as my friend was to discover a bangla boi in bangalore, (u only hear ur mother tongue either talking to a bangali frnd or its anglisized version if you happen to pass some bangalis preferably on MG Road) I nevertheless also got excited with the prospect of an exciting evening of watching a bangla movie surrounded by a bangla crowd. Not to mention the heroines who being the most prettiest are not the most talented.

Reached PVR with an excitement comparable only to a child watching circus, my dear friend unearthed another objective. That of to find a decent suitable bong girl in the crowd. I being a bachelor whose marriage has been fixed and fiancee not in town had no choice for this search. Add to that my friend after seing the crowd, commenting 'I am feeling lucky' as if he has got into a google search.

The movie Nishijapon(Sojourns of Night, as it was subtitled) was a good movie nevertheless and the not so talented bimbettes of bangla cinema put up an amazing performance- a bonus! More bonuses to come when I saw a seemingly 'suitable' looking bangali meye (bong girl), a rare commodity nowadays, taking the seat just beside me with her friend(another girl). Partly being a 'Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed' and partly not having any role to play, I offered my seat to my friend. And to my utter surprise he actually managed to provide three comments before the interval that brought smile to the prey's(read suitable girl) face. Till that moment this friend of mine had never been smart as long as I have known him. True, girls bring out the best in guys.T

he interval proved to be worthy as both started dialogue about the movie. The net result was, I had to sit with the prey's friend watching the movie as both of us not very interested in a dialogue, while the other two whispered away through the next half. Movie over, I am happy as I could spend a nice evening and my friend managed to get hold of the phone number of whom u know. Cut to present and the parties in question have developed a liking for each other and as of now they are heading towards a relationship where they would be together for many Nishijapons in Bangalore.

Poor bachelor me! Have lost another friend to be lonley and alone again ruining my state of being hooked without fiancee. Marriages might be made in heaven, but I have seen relationships being made in PVR! And my communication obsessed mind says, this just might turn out to be a great publicity stunt for PVR guys!

Jonjal

Jonjal... is the word for garbage in bengali, what we proud bengalis term as bangla. By habit, we are porud of three things... robindrosongeet (songs of tagore), rosogolla(the sweet) and saurav ganguly. Everytime we come across these three things, we blurt out... 'byapok' maane, i mean it means GREAT.in 25 years of my life, I have never understood what is so byapok about these three things, atleast staying in Kannada land. But one thing I can vouch about us is our sense of humor and the ability to laugh at ourselves. we might be eccentric,obnoxious and pathetically accented in our spoken English. So what if we have a BIG 'O' in everything we speak and intend to be 'shobjantas' (know - it - all) on every topic under sun, moon, starts, planets, we still are better than the K serials. They only confuse you and I am a latest victim. And the sadist I am, would make whoever reads it a victim also... read through... Kyonki saas bhi kabi bahu thi ...Before I go on with this review let me tell you that I got paid to watch this serial. By my Ma...You, please don't try it. I am a late entrant into Virani family and most of u would alredy have tasted the dhoklas of this pariwar. This is the story of a maze of a family. We'll start by organizing a sort of family tree structure. Pardon me, but I'm just no good at names so you'll have to bear with the pronouns. So, there's this young man who got married to a young girl his mother disaproves of. So understandably, all the mother does is nag her and plot against her. Now this alone could make the whole serial, but appreciate that the mother is a part of a larger structure. She has a husband and two brothers-in law who have their own respective wives. One of these wives is an absolute disgrace to the Gujju community with her deliberate and artificial, poor quality Gujju accent. The other one didn't quite figure much in the episode I saw. All of them launch a combined attack against the original mom's son's wife (remember??). Add into this a generous helping of friends of the son, a grandfather (was he there??) and a few extras here and there. Problems fall onto this family as if it were the last on earth and in the middle of all this they find time to call each other names, fight and make life miserable for each other. I hope I have confused you amply and convinced you never to watch this serial. It's a byapok ordeal.