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Salaam Namaste

Blogging about films is not my favorite kind unless the film is like ‘Rang De Basanti’ and once you see the film, you are SO compelled to write about it and get it off your chest. But the sad truth is, I cannot think of anything to write about and my fingers are plain itching to type!!!

Ok, now I shall blog about Salaam Namaste and hopefully, everyone would have seen this film by now. If not, please skip this post!

I am probably one of the last people to have watched this film. I started listening to the tracks a few weeks back and really liked them. Got the DVD from a local Indian store and watched it with Pinch. The film is good to start out. The subject is different in its own way though I have my doubts about how the film worked in non-metro cities and small towns in India. Live-in relationship, unwed pregnancy, bikinis on the beach in clear display – ahem, I left India a couple of years back and I am probably stuck somewhere in time but I thought that these were daring topics to explore. Anyways, film has a fresh look about it though Saif and Preity look a bit too old for this. Not old for the film and the subject but they don’t have the freshness or glow on their face any more. They look kinda worn-out. Music is completely hummable and I adored Arshad Warsi, as always. He is such a likeable actor.

Some glaring facts about the film:

1. Preity’s belly swelled up between two shots, all of a sudden. I went, “Whoa, how did that happen? One day, she was at this housewarming in a sleek, green dress and the next scene, she is having these pregnancy classes looking HEAVILY pregnant!” Never mind, these things happen, I guess.

2. For a medical person, she seemed to be quite awkward with her condition. She didn’t look like she had much knowledge or confidence based on her understanding of the situation which a medical student would have, I’d think. To top it all, the way she runs on the rocks holding her belly – don’t think even a layperson would be that carefree (or careless?).

3. The thing that struck me as strange was, this woman went through estrangement, pregnancy, delivery, etc. and didn’t miss her Mom a single time. I would have thought that in such a messy situation, Mummy would be on any girl’s mind. Nahin?

4. Very sorry to say but Mallus DO NOT speak like that radio station owner. As for Bangladeshi folks, I’ll let them defend themeselves.

Ok, that’s that. Till I think of the topic of my next blog, these fingers will keep stretching and stretching…