Nonqaba said ...

I am an NRI, translated into: no real Indian. I follow Indian cinema in my quest to find only one million original films before humanity as we know it disappears. I will use the term Indian cinema sparingly because I only have access to Hindi films, not Bengali, Tamil, Telugu, Urdu, Marathi, Kannada, Gujarati and other languages. In my humble opinion Indian cinema is the only cinema which does not have an aversion for older people on the screen. Maybe it’s because I don’t have access to projects from Africa, Sweden, Israel, Canada, Iran and other countries that produce films. Indian cinema tackles tradition or religion, the village versus urbanisation, NRI’s, television, MTV, internet, beauty pageants, their perceived notions of beauty and the resulting fame and fortune, women’s constitutional rights and access to the legal system and rape. Must there be rape scenes all the time? This is bad for women because of copycats who take notes and do it in real life. These are just sa

I am an NRI, translated into: no real Indian. I follow Indian cinema in my quest to find only one million original films before humanity as we know it disappears. I will use the term Indian cinema sparingly because I only have access to Hindi films, not Bengali, Tamil, Telugu, Urdu, Marathi, Kannada, Gujarati and other languages. I cannot do justice to Paa, starring Amitabh Bachchan, Abhishek Bachchan, Vidya Balan and Paresh Rawal, because I saw it on DVD.  Despite his height, Amitabh Bachchan is endearing as Auro, Amol and Vidya’s son who suffers from progenia. Auro, for all intent and purposes is a little boy, whose main preoccupation is his friend Vishnu played by Pratik Katare, his ma Vidya and grandmother whom he calls Bum (Arundhati Naag).  She is also instrumental in Auro’s birth because she supported her daughter’s decision, a departure from the few films I’ve seen where parents’ honour, seem to paramount, more than their children’s safety and happiness. What is hear

I am an NRI, translated into: no-real Indian. I follow Indian cinema in my quest to find only one million original films before humanity as we know it disappears. I will use the term Indian cinema sparingly because I only have access to Hindi films, not Bengali, Tamil, Telugu, Urdu, Marathi, Kannada, Gujarati and other languages. People around the world do not like or are suspicious of one another because they misuse the forest. I equate the world to a forest, with many trees that provide medicine for various ailments, headaches, insomnia, flu etc. There is bound to be chaos and mayhem when a particular tree declares that it is superior and gives all others derogatory names. That is what happens to Indian and Zulu culture and marriage in particular. People outside these cultures criticise arranged marriages and the tradition of ilobolo, respectively. Traditionally, Africans in South Africa used ilobolo, a certain number of cattle to cement the bond created by a man and woman