Sunday, October 22, 2006

Movie Review DON


Sharukh khan seriously has a face for every occasion, and with mere changes of expressions can transform from being a dilly-silly village boy to DON, a mafia type guy who will even get Mr Bond in a Tizz!

Not that I would have voluntarily have gone to watch the movie especially at its location, Canal Walk the craziest place to be the weekend before Eid.

So under duress I am dragged there. The cinema seating is nice and spacious and the cinema bigger than usual.

The opening scene I cannot even remember but I am betting it was with Sharukh doing something that yet again my good friend Bond would have done.

Anyhow I remember when Kareeena makes her brief appearance, dancing provocatively in a club. Now what Indian movies short fall on is realistic story lines, but that is easily compensated by the glitz and glamour.

So Mizz Kapoor is literally throwing herself at Don (Sharukh) when she has to make a phone call to her aunty who she lives with who is worried of her?? I mean how stupid that is, anyhow she really is calling a police man who would like to catch Don. You see Don killed Kareena’s fiancé so she is acting in revenge, for her poor lover.

Rest assured Don beheads her in a rather clever move, making the incompetent police yet again look like idiots. Why don’t they get secret agents like Bond I keep asking myself?

Enter Priyanka Chopra doing a bit of Kung Fu in some kind of gym room showing off a very toned and worked out body with her hair like she walked out of a salon and make up as if she was going to be a clown for my six year old cousins birthday party.

As can be predicted, Chopra is Kareena’s fiancés sister and she seeks revenge on Don for her brother and his fiancés death.

Eventually Donn screws up in a race and the police officer mentioned gets hold of him. He decides to get another guy who looks exactly like Donn to replace the real Donn and that is where the movie gets funnier and interesting.

The first half is boring, over the top and on more than one occasion I closed my eyes (sleep deprivation creeps in however)

The second half gets you guessing and I sat upright and never closed my eyes once, well to blink of course!

The end, is different and unexpected.

Of course there are super phony lines especially at the end when the girl confesses to Don on his almost deathbed the, “I love you” line. .

But nearly four hours after walking into the cinema, I leave, Canal walk busier than ever , get home at past five and count the minutes till bhuka timeJ

6/10 and that is me being kind

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

F A I T H F U L


In front of God these vows are said

To be forever yours till either of us is dead

I am a person on my own

But next to you I sit on my thrown

We are not one, but from one bread we eat

No races we run no one to beat

We help each other with what needs to be done

And never forgetting we are not one

Cause death will come and then we must be strong

But for now and seven lives after to each other we belong

We drink from one cup and the water is blessed

With each others hearts and heads we will never mess

We wont hurt each other, but fights will come

Silly moments, where we both will be dumb

We both know this but its part of this pact

Marriage is hard, it’s a known, unbeatable fact

With joys and sorrows and all imbetween

And tradition, family and Islam as our deen

I hereby take you as my man

And by your side I promise to stand

And be your wife till death do us part

I hereby give you my whole heart

Respect it well and treat it right

With kindness and delicacy with no spite

Understand and challenge it, it comes with a brain

And when it weeps help to take away the pain

And when it needs a shoulder to cry

Comfort it dearly and don’t ask why

And if you can promise to do all of this

I can promise you darling eternal bliss

U N F A I T H F U L


I give him a long stare, I breath deeply as he takes my hand in his and whispers my name in my hair. He holds me close and strokes my hand with soft kisses on my forehead.

I look at him and he kisses me and whispers, “I love you”

“I love you too” I respond and my eyes goes watery as I think of the night before.

He ushers me into his car and we leave his flat and head off to the movies, I am quiet all along the drive, contrasting very much from my constant verbal diarrhea. He parks the car in the basement and we head off to the movies as we have done a thousand times before. He buys a popcorn and shakes on some cheese and chives flavoring and balances a giant Coke in his free hand.

We get comfy in uncomfortable cinema seats, he holds my hand and asks if I am ok, I Lie and say I am fine.

But I am not really, I am feeling guilty and trapped.

This perfection we have, ought to be enough, but it just doesn’t suffice and somewhere between being inlove and today I fell out of love with him.

It happened a while ago but the exact date I cannot decipher, the emptiness replaced the love that resided in my heart. I know he still loves me. I see it in his eyes, and I wonder if he can see in my eyes that I no longer love him. I suspect he does, cause he holds my hand with a tight grasp, anticipating I m going to leave him.

As the movie progresses he occasionally kisses my forehead and holds me tight.

I don’t touch the popcorn.

Midway through the movie I feel nauseous and run to the bathroom.

I vomit.

I don’t have much in my stomach but for three days in a row I have been waking up and vomiting.

He runs after me and into the cubicle I am crawling in. He pats my back and hands me a piece of hard paper, the kind you wipe your hands with not your mouth with.

He isn’t that stupid, he knows and because we never ever did it he knows it’s not his.

And even through all that he holds my smelly hand and we walk to his car.

We sit silently all the way till he gets to my place.

He leans forward and kisses my forehead.

I hug him tight.

The emptiness dimmers and I remember why I love him so.

I get out of the car relived, feeling somewhat safer and a bright light blinds me.

I wake u in a hospital bed, and a doctor standing next to me with my mother.

I barely make out what they are saying but I decipher the doctor with a heavy Durban accent saying, “She lost the baby” and I remember her astonished look, perplexed and puzzled.

They realize I am conscious and the doctor urges me to take it easy but I need to explain.

“He’s dead now.” She tells me.

I didn’t want the baby anyhow, it would have complicated life and mine was complicated enough. But having him with me I realized that I was stupid to have doubted this love he has for us, more so stupid for not realizing what a great thing it was that we had, that he and I were meant to be. That this was my Leo and I was his Kate, and then it hit me, it was way too early to know whether the baby was a girl or boy and the he my mother was speaking of wasn’t the he I had assumed it to be.

The end

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Favourites




This piece has aptly been tittled favourites as it will depict some of my favourite movies which have impacted on my life.

Like an oldie which was not the hugest hit ever, but sparked a bit of my passion to the business world and inspired me to cut off my long hair, Sabrina, a chaffeurs daughter who falls inlove with the rich and handsome Harrison Ford.
My favourite character in the movie is her father, who became a chaffeur so he could have a lot of time to read. Well the bit where he took note of which shares Mr Ford invested in making him a millionare who drives cars was kinda cute too.

But the transformation of Julia Ormand with her long wavy hair, unconfidant and shy, transformed intot the beautiful elegant lady, but still unchanged, soft gentle and femine, just touched me. Also I think Julia Ormond has that innocent untouched beauty untainted by that vileness of Hollywood, with Sex and Money and plasticness. She is just beautiful and I think very few actresses can compare with it.

Then there is Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth, oh that gorgeus Colin Firth, made me date Stiff Pricks with gherkins stuck up their arses hoping that they too would change like dear Mr Darcy did. When he gets out of the pool at Pemberely and Elizabeth see's him, just that brief look, stare between Liz and Darcy aaaaah I endure the three hours just to see that glance, well my sis and I both! And that bit where Lady Catherine De Burgh washes Lizs face with all that high society BULL SHIT and Liz merely tells her to shove it and get a life (well much more eloquently put).

And I had to include an indian movie, why did i like Veer Zaara, well cause Zaara lives most of her life turning into an old ugly woman and Veer lives for love. I liked that not all love stories ended with thenm living ahppily ever after with kids and the perfect indian ending. I like that Veer is Indian and Zaara is muslim and they cross even the religion boundry which we barely even tread on.

And yes these are all love stories cause in the end what movie isnt a love story?

Strong women who marry men their mothers dont approve of, society shuns, not marrying for money no mater how desperate they may have been. I am sick and tired of the easy option, i am sick and tired of having all these constraints which limit us to love anyone, having love dictated to us.
And YES we risk getting our hearts broken, yes we will fall and break and CRY but let us do that, its called LIVING and FEELING, things I Think God wanted and wants us to endure to understand.

There is a saying, I read in a book tittled "When you here hofbeats think of a Zebra" and it says knowing yourself will help you know God and when in a relationship, you end up learning so much about yourself.

Sometimes you meet a few fruitcakes along the way but thats only cause when the real one comes along, you will appreciate what you have.
I was chatting to my friend Liz and she was saying, Love without prejudice, without restraint but when past hurts have scarred its a bit hard, and that is unfair to your current love.
So love stories and movies exist not to show everything is perfect, but bumps along the road will come in all fairytales, but in the end, YOU chose to be happy.

I do not think we all end up with our soulmates and great loves, if you do, I think you are very lucky, but just meeting him/her, I think that is wonderful, better than wonderful, i think its magic. I think love is magic, so be bedazzled by it, listen to the sweet tunes which seep through shy glances, touch without hesitation, and love with your whole heart before it all disspaears for death will surely come, it might come earlier than expected.

Death is the only thing we all are certain of, everything else is either a gamble, a risk, fate and if you lucky a magic trick disillusioning you into seeing only what you yearn to see, love comes and goes, hurts and stings, strains and pains.
In the end its about a scale and weighing the benefits with the costs.
I think i Know which way my scale is leaning towards...

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

goodbyes to come and approaching exams

I am leaving Clicks and I do not think Liz is very happy about it. I got the call yesterday from the Company and I am over the moon although a tad bit intimidated by the Stilletto heels and fitted jackets soon to come.

I am solemnly swearing on my Blog from hence forth I will be a devout reader of the business parts of the newspapers. Oh why are new jobs so daunting?

The exciting bit is restarting a new life sort of, one can reinvent who you are, since no one really knows me, although Ryan from Hons also is there, I got him at the Interview, Eish UCT people everywhere Oh Dear oh Dear!!

But back to leaving work, work where I got used to Liz’s chats about everything, the laughter, fun , FUN lotsa fun shall be missed. No more morning koeksusters and tea time at 10, I am going to be a big girl now!

Speaking of which my cousin Waseem is starting Matric Exams today so a very big GOOOD LUCK and all the best and Break a Leg!!!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Ramadaan, dates, cakes and Boeka Boeber Birthday Jols!!

So on Sunday was my Uncles 50the surprise birthday party and it was super kwaai, we had a braai and everyone was there even my Boyfriend (B) shock upon all shocks.

I looked super snazzy with hair hair blow dried and my Kiff haircut, white linen jacket and new white ballet pumps I got at a bargain, now to get a red pair with a matching bag. Oh and stole my sisters new white bag aunty fowzie got her for her bday. If i died my hair blonde i would have looked like Paris hilton (well that and walking on stilts, getting 10 shades lighter and losing 150kgs of weight yaw)

I left B to play with Brymie since they both dig chess more than dhaljies, whilst i assisted with stuff in the kitchen. Not that much was needed as Hafi and Sara are rather efficient.

We had Moracan chicken and Braai complete with bibis Kitchen Samoosa's, Moms soup, benjans Boeber, Woolies choc milkshake, salads, Mums Pie (legendary), fruits and lotsa Appletiser.

The youngers click, (my cousins and my auntie Zaida since she is part of the younger click) was suposed to sit outside, breathing in deep breaths of Spring quickly had to be transported into the longue when an unexpected outpour of rain magically appeared out of a nearly blue sky.

So we boeka inside and its only fun from the start where my cousin Sadiqa is only hilerious with my little cousin Sara being the perfect hostess.

I made a chocolate cake, we sang and let my uncle blow his 50 candle out awaiting a Speech but he got lost for words so we ended up having masala tea cake and lots of conversation.

All in all a very successfull boeber jol!! HAPPY 50TH UNCLE!!

RABIA's crown birthday was on Saturday night, well a belated birthday party and i must say we were equally flabogasted at her cullinery talent (move over nigella).

On the menu was the CULT favourite LASAGNE, a devine potatoe bake and chicken with such a wicked combination of flavors including ORANGES. Yes, biting into a boutjie I was attempting to discover the flavor on my palette and low and behold it was orange, tastey refreshing and very unusual, a bit like Rabia HAHA. the Pecan nut Pie was definately better than the ones you get in a box from Woolies and even had chocolate in it.

I am inlove, that Pecan nut Pie and me
were meant to be!!

Anyhows Happy CROWN BIRTHDAY RABIA!!

Hanging Out

It has been a long time since I last posted anything, and around the next bend FAST approaches, which I gather will leave me with more time to veg out infront of my belovered pc screen.

Work has been keeping me busy, amongst other things which include being a movie reviewer. Well not really a reviewer more like a reviewers partner whilst watching movies not available to the public, and you will therefore find that a regular piece on movies I have watched and my review on it.

I am a simple girl, with simple tastes and prefer the pastels to the glitter and glamour.

I discovered or rediscovered the coziest little place ever. THE TRAIN in sea Point which albeit has a view of the main road in Sea Point, nothing cosy bout, that , one is quickly removed from the hustle and bustle at the waterfront with its tourists and models or from the much dreaded Canal walk (KANALLA) where you are likely to bump into everyone you seriously have no desire to see.

On Thursday eve, instead of watching the usual movie I ended up going to Canal walk to meet a friend of a friend, and meet up for a cup of coffee (or Chocolate milkshake). So off we hit in the dense traffic of Cape Town Woodstock (more like I sit and chat away as a passenger and not very reliable co pilot) and wonder, why the busiest Mall in CT is situated in the middle of Nowhere literally? There are so many entrances I always get lost, so many shops ALL selling those long t shirts and we ALWAYS seem to get be in maze when trying to locate the car. I was disappointed in the Milkshake, pleasantly surprised at the good company and after three hours we head off home, from the middle of no where.

The other night after work my friend Razeena decides for us to watch a movie after her exams so Rabia picks me up in her TT, and off we gallivant to watch that new chick flick movie with Lindsey Lohan but yet again underestimate the turmoil in traffic when we hit town so opt to get French fries at Steers and enjoy the warm Spring nights we have so missed these last six months. The view was pretty over the Bay, there was some kind of Magicians show on, making the atmosphere all happy and jovial and after debating on Marcels or not we head off to watch Hoodwinked (I would give it a 7 and its mainly cause I kinda smaaked the wolf)

Anyhows, on a beautiful Spring day when the sun shone brightly off I ventured to the beautiful Kirstenbosch. I dunno how housewives get to be so efficient and manage time so well, I completely lose track of time and am fondly rescued by the so convenient and creative woolies and get a few deli products which I could have claimed as by products of my excellent culinary talents had I not been caught walking down the road with my pick n pay green bag after catching a taxi from Vanguard MALL ( no comment).

Actually let me comment, the Mall is not that bad to shop in, if u need something in a rush its literally on the doorstep (when u have a car yeah).

But where was I, so I think everyone had the idea of a picnic and I walk with my neat picnic sack on my back with plates, cutlery and pretty glasses with a check table cloth very frustrated on not finding a nice shady spot.

Then there is those speckled chickens (why cant I remember what they are called just now) only indigenous to South Africa acting all territorial over that the last shady tree and I nearly want to tell it I’m eating his distant cousin on a roll from Woolies with some green chutney (just to let him know I am dangerous).

And after like two hours, the wind picks up and its icey cold, luckily I anticipate this (who am I kidding I don’t!! but my company does and I end up wearing jacket whilst he freezes his ass off) and it’s a cold wintery Cape town eve yet again.

But thankfull for a few hours of pretending its summer, feet breathing in flip flops and short sleeve t shirts.

Now the beach and hikes, picnics and nature anytime, but until summer makes its more permanent residence in my beautiful city, Canal walk, Waterfront, Cavendish and yes even New comer Vanguard Mall with its All Halaal menu will have to be my hang out joints!!!