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Which English do you use?

English GrammarI agree the language evolves or else we still would have been using Victorian or even Elizabethan (the first) English, but how fast and how drastically!!  Being a language student, I like to monitor changes in the language and keeping abreast with them. I think I have done a pretty good job in picking up words such as cool (although I can’t bring myself to use the cooler spelling ‘kewl’), chill, dude (what is the feminine version for it –dudess? dudy?), man (spelt as mahn), and many more, including the phrases such as ‘Wassup? Betcha. Gotcha (first introduced to me as Gotcha Gopher), etc. I guess the people of our generation have done maximum adjustments with the language.

When we were in the school, computers were just introduced in India and we did not have any subject such as Information and communication technology. We were supposed to write letters the conventional way with the sender’s address and date on the right while subject and salutation on the left and finally ending the letter with a signature ‘yours faithfully’ or ‘sincerely’. The teachers always encouraged the wide use of vocabulary and of course, the grammar was sacred.  Nobody messed with the grammar. When we started sending mails in the  ninties we still wrote them in the same fashion slowly veering towards informal type and yes, soon we abandoned the left and right pattern of address and greeting. Dear someone was quickly replaced by hi and later by hey. 

As mobile phone became an integral part of our life, we adjusted to texting language. Before we realized you became ‘u’ and are became ‘r’. We accepted the fact that the texting language was easy on fingertips and wallet both. Later this developed into its own category. We watched with amazement as the younger generation created its own alpha numeric script such as Gr8, b4, 2nite. People like me, still stuck to minor abbreviations while many others became adept at it. Whole sentences in texting language! Cool! I, personally find it too taxing for my brain to think of short forms while it is easy to use the language used for ages and taught in the school. 

With the introduction of social networking sites, this transformation of the language reached yet  another level and we found ourselves writing  lol, rofl, lmao, tnx,  g m, g n, btw, asap. Yeah, we mastered it because ours is the original generation of short forms, remember QSQT  (Qayamat se Qayamat tak) and DDLJ ( Dilwale Dulhaniye le jayenge) came much before OSO and TDP. It was not tough for my generation. Yes what with a tadka of American English. More hep and hence appealing than the Queen’s language.  With the huge number of desi population and more people trafficking between India and the US, it was also more familiar and user friendly. Why not a dog house than a kennel?  We also accepted a battery dying although being an inanimate object. We have started saying anyways and one time than the grammatically more accurate anyway and once. I, also going with the flow, adapted myself  to changing trends till my son’s simple comment woke me up with a jolt.

It so happened, equipped with my improved vocabulary I wrote a piece which had a conversation among teenagers. I liberally interspersed it with this new lingo and when the teenager of the house, my son, came home, I handed it over to him for his approval. He flipped through it, while I sat in front of him with bated breath for his verdict. “Its ok, mom. It is just that we don’t use some of the words you have mentioned,” he said returning my pages back to me. I wanted to know where I had gone wrong. “Mom, for example we don’t use the word acclimatize and also not strenuous.”  “Then what do you say when a person is trying to get adjusted to the new climate?” I demanded. “Oh mom, we simply say he was getting used to the climate. We just use simple words. No tough words. Whoever uses strenuous? We may say it was too tiring.” I nodded. “Point noted son,” I said in my mind.

Was I offended? No. It brought back a memory when I was my son’s age or probably little older when I came across an elderly family member drafting a letter. He proudly held out the letter for me in order to teach me a thing or two about letter writing. I burst out laughing ( in my mind again) at the very first line. “Uncle, whoever writes in these days like “ hope this letter reaches you in pink of health.”  Pink? Health? It is outdated. And “some points for your perusal.”  Perusal?  Hope that person knows the meaning of it.” That wise man merely said that I needed to get acquainted with the language used in the official correspondence. I breezily walked out saying that I doubt whether I would ever need to use this terminology. The carelessly uttered words have come true in the long run and that alarms me. If what my son said comes into reality then perhaps a couple of decades down the line our dictionary will shrink sizably. Most of the adjectives would be replaced by nice (can be spelt as naiceee, niceeeee or niseeee),awesome or just aww (add as many w’s).

Alarmed I may be, but still definitely it will not make me turn my back toward this new language.  A change in a language is a sign of it being alive and reflecting the socio economic changes in the society. If it stops growing, it will get stagnant, hence not suitable for use.  I have, in fact, got used to this texting and social networking language, till I came across a new hybrid language that has recently  sprouted. Wonder in which category it falls into. It is not a texting language inspired from the thought of mere convenience (rather than punching long words onto the tiny keys of a mobile phone simply trim them ) or abbreviated  phrases of social networking sites. It is more like an illegitimate child on rebel against the system. Just distorting every single normal word, flouting every rule in the grammar, like a weed slowly invading the entire field if not uprooted. Let me give you an example of this so called stylish language…. “ Meh an mah broada had a dinnah At a suppa Sexxxxy restah…was Yummmmz…kudoz to d Broada and sista .” This is one of the many statuses I came across with. It really baffles me. Why capital letters in the middle of a sentence? Why not bro instead of a broada or sis instead of a sista?  Either letters are added to the words eg. offf  or omitted like hav or hom.  I sincerely hope that this particular segment of English language, if I may say so, will not last long and die its natural death. Can we do anything more than hoping?

Till then we continue wid d new lingo. Ta ta. Bye bye. C ya soon. Tc & lotsa luv. Muaaaah. XXXXXXXOOOO

Btw Happy Navratri. Njoy. Hehehe………

Which English do you use?

The Olympics dream

Summer OlympicsNow that the Olympics frenzy is over and India has finally secured six medals in total, we are as usual back to analysing what went wrong and where.  This will provide a topic for discussions in the drawing rooms over lunches or dinners for some time.  Some are jubilant but most of the people will grimace over the fact that although this time India has doubled the amount of medals than it had in the Beijing Olympics, the most coveted gold medal has eluded us. Half the country has already expressed their anguish on social networking sites over how a nation with a population over a billion could not bag a single gold medal.  During this period every armchair critic will come up with plans the government should undertake to train the athletes, gymnasts from a very young age to how more perks and facilities should be given to the players to project sports as a more lucrative field to attract young generation and also their over ambitious parents. This will continue for maximum a week and then dust will settle on this topic as a new more interesting topic such as Munni or Sheela will crop up. This will continue for a week or so and then the  dust will settle on this topic as a more ‘sensational’  one emerges out of nowhere – the likes of ‘munni’ or sheela.
Well guys, Olympic medals don’t come this way. The players don’t just fall down from the sky. They are from within the society.  I would like to ask all the mourners how many of them want their son or daughter to pursue his or her sports dream. How many of the parents actively support their children to follow their heart and look at, say archery or shooting or swimming or any other such sport, as a career option. I doubt if it could be even a handful. We want a Vijay Kumar or a Sushil Kumar or a Mary Kom to win a medal for our country and we want many more like them to win even more medals but they should be born in someone else’s family. We want our children to choose safer career options generally centered on academics, such as business management, engineering, medicine and if nothing else he or she can always look after the family business and make money.
I am not surprised not to see any Olympian from the metros. What to expect from the children from these cities where more and more open land is getting encroached for constructing concrete boxes. Those, whose parents are affluent enough to stay in plush complexes with club facilities or join some club with a fat annual membership fees only can avail sports facilities.  Apart from this, the kids themselves are pressed for time. After spending the whole day in the school, whatever time is left is devoted to numerous classes ranging from drawing, dancing, singing, karate, tennis and s o on. Parents encourage that much. Sports can just be a hobby. Just enough for physical fitness, but beyond that  it cannot be a passion. In fact, for most it is just a pass time or rather complete waste of time.No wonder, if you look at the Indian achievers in Olympics, most are from small towns or villages, mostly from Haryana. Probably they have enough space there to play and be physically active.
Apart from competitive parents, the schools also don’t support their own students if they select some sports other than cricket or perhaps hockey. If your son or daughter, unfortunately chooses anything else you have to be financially sound to afford shelling out thousands of rupees at every step  right from the basic things such as buying their equipments to buying their tickets for various tournaments to paying admission fees. Forget about helping the students financially, many of these newly mushroomed schools don’t even have proper playgrounds of their own. The players have to struggle all the way through red tapism and then our government showers them with crores of rupees once they have medals. That is the irony of sports in India.....we don’t give a hand to a toddler struggling to stand on his feet and walk but we come up with a brand new walker once he has learnt to walk. In other words, the infrastructure today is just not geared to support and harness the talents of those aspiring candidates who do nurture Olympian dreams. 
Once the Olympians come home they get flooded with money, endorsements and many other offers, till it spoils their skills. I read criticism from people regarding Vijay Kumar asking for promotion in army. I, being from a civilian family, have no clue about army protocol, but I feel why so much brouhaha  about giving him one promotion in a country where minister’s nephews, nieces and all those who have paid bribes get promotions all the time. At least if he gets promoted, he will happily stay with the army where he will get a chance to practice his shooting skills and not start endorsing hair oil, toothpaste or an energy drink. Look at Abhinav Bindra. After all the excess adulation of the country, our gold medallist slipped from top position to number sixteen. On the other hand Michael Phelps went on to sweep all  the eight gold medals in Beijing from 6 gold and 2 bronze medals in all the categories in his chosen sport in 2004 USA Olympics. He announced retirement after winning four goldand two silver medals in his categories in the London Olympics.  This consistency comes from a stable background, enough financial security and balanced admiration. I am sure, although Phelps enjoys the status of a national hero, he is not regarded as the God and pampered to death. He remains a swimmer after winning 22 medals single handedly over the period of three Olympics, without turning into a model or a politician.
It is not that we don’t have talent in our country, but the day we learn to recognise it, nurture it and then keep it grounded and focused after getting success, we will not be far away from medals. Then we can aspire for not just ten or twelve but many many more medals at Rio. Hope we succeed in reducing or better still, eliminating red tapism from sports.  Sure it is a tough task but I am positive. Just the way two hundred years back at this time freedom from Britishers must have  been looked  upon as an unattainable dream, but with perseverance and faith our forefathers attained it.  In the same spirit although removing corruption from sports looks like a mammoth task, it is not impossible.  One day we will definitely be able to get freedom from it.  I don’t know when that day will rise but eventually “Hum honge Kamyab Ek din.” 
Jai Hind!
Happy Independence Day!


 

The Olympics dream

End of an era called Rajesh - Mania

Rajesh KhannaLast few weeks we were following the news of Rajesh Khanna being hospitalised just to be discharged later. This time also when he was hospitalized and then released on Monday, his fans sighed relief.  People thought now everything would be alright, only to be disappointed in two days time with the sad news of his demise.  The uncertainity of life is such as he himself said in one of his immortal songs, ` zindagi ka safar hain yeh kaisa safar koi samaza nahi koi jana nahi.....


Rajesh Khanna or Kaka as he was fondly called by the people from his coterie was not just a star or even the first superstar, he was a phenomenon, a mass hysteria. His career can be compared only to a massive tidal wave, tsunami. While it lasted it swept everything in its force and then after it reached its crescendo it slowly ebbed giving way to the next wave. When he was at the peak of his career, he was mobbed by people. Girls married his photographs. Women were ready to give their right arm just to get a glimpse of him. It is said that his white car used to turn pink because of the kisses from the girls. Never before and after something like this was seen or heard.


Born in 1942, in Amritsar, Rajesh originally named Jatin was raised by his relatives in Girgaum the middle class neighbourhood of Mumbai. Having brought up in middle class area also could not suppress his inherent flamboyant spirit. He must be the only newcomer who used to struggle in his MG sports car. Although his first movie `Akhari Khat’ did not do well on box office, it brought him into the focus of right people and then he never turned back. Soon there was a sring of hits such as Aradhana, Amar Prem, Safar, Haathi Mere Sathi, Anand, Andaz and so on. He was regarded as the man with the Midas touch. Whatever he touched turned into gold on the box office. During this period he gave seventeen consecutive hits which is a record of the sorts and is yet to be broken. He wove a magical web on audience with the help of exceptionally talented Kishor Kumar who was his voice on screen and the great R D Burman who gave the most unforgettable chartbusters. His pairing with Sharmila Tagore and Mumtaz scorched the silver screen. Who can ever forget the sizzling ` Roop tera Mastana’ from Aradhana or `Jai jai Shiv Shankar’ from Aap ki Kasam.


He was the quintessential romantic hero. Pasha of passion. Millions of hearts melted when he serenaded to Tanuja in Mere Jeevan Sathi with ` O mere Dil Ke Chain’ or tried to woo widowed Asha Parekh with `Pyar Diwana hota hain, or when he beckoned Sharmila Tagore with ` Mere Sapanon ki Rani kab aayegi tu’.  Girls wanted to drown in his soulful eyes  as he crooned ` kahi door jab din dhal jaye’ , wanted to comfort him with ‘Aaja piya tohe pyar dun’ or wanted to take him their arms and soothe him as he played mentally disturbed man in `khamoshi’.  The nation cried with him as he played the terminally ill character of Anand in the critically acclaimed film with the same name or as he quietly suffered in Safar and the audience went berserk with happiness as he taught a lesson to villains with the help of his faithful elephant friend in ‘hathi mere sathi’. They wept inconsolably when he delivered the final dialogue to Babu Moshai  and laughed till the tape got over. His every trademark move was copied, may it be the tilting of the head, twisting of the wrists, nodding his head with a twinkle in his eye or his signature dance moves.


Girls drooled over his crinkly smile till he shocked everyone by marrying Dimple, another heartthrob who shot to fame with the biggest superhit of the time Bobby in 1973. This fairy tale marriage broke hearts of his millions female fans. Some of them reportedly committed suicides. Rajesh Khanna ruled supreme on the film industry for a decade before the rise of another euphoria by the name of angry young man emerged on the screen.  In this new tide of action films also Rajesh Khanna kept the romance alive with his remarkable performances in Namak Haram, Daag. He was the highest paid actor of seventies.


 In 80s also he gave some memorable performances such as  Sauten, Fifty Fifty, Avatar which proved commercially successful as well, but the original charming spirit of Rajesh Khanna was missing from them. He changed his hairstyle to cover his receding hair line and started wearing guru shirts to hide his belly. The life of excess had started showing their tell-tale signs on his face. His appearances became far and between. He was shrewd enough to recognise the changing times and entered politics. That marks the second phase of his life. He was not the one to enter the political field through the back door as a member of Rajya sabha but won the election with a margin from New Delhi constituency and made grand entry as a popularly elected member of the parliament in 1994. He retained his seat till 1996. Later his career went downhill. He appeared on television in a few programmes but what we saw was ashadow of the original superstar.


Recently, in May 2012, he did an ad for Havell’s fans which has a tagline of `Fans are forever’. It has depicted young Rajesh Khanna thronged by his female fans. Cut two – his older but stylish persona surrounded by Havell’s fans and the tag line delivered with unmistakable tilt of his head,`` Babu moshai, mere fans mujhse koi nahi chin sakata.’’  Truly his fans were delighted to see their hero after such a long gap and had started hoping that one day he may make a comeback with another scintillating performance, but little did they know what destiny had in store for their beloved hero. In less than two months time they would have to digest the news of his passing away. If Rajesh Khanna gets a chance to appear for a short while on earth from his heavenly abode, I am sure he will tell all the mourners to wipe tears in his inimitable style, “ Pochh do ye aansu, ye saline water, Pushpa! I hate tears.’’ 

End of an era called Rajesh - Mania

Fashion Police and Me

For the past one month I have started following a celebrity fashion blog. It is quite engaging and I am quite hooked on to it. It gives you a feel good factor as you go through the glamorous celebrity photos displaying to die for figures draped in designer labels. There is this commentary with the photos on the star/ starlet’s choice of clothes, shoes, bags, hair, makeup and tips along with it apart from fashion faux pas and wardrobe malfunctions. Then, not satisfied with one blog, I checked out many other similar sites and wasted many hours of good work peering over exquisite Eli Saabs, Roberto Cavalis, Valentions and so on.  Am I complaining? Hell no! If you have time to spend and are ready to neglect other mundane jobs such as arranging cupboards, going through old receipts etc, there is nothing like sitting on a bed with your laptop/ i pad checking out fashion blogs. To make it more interesting, resist yourself from checking out the prices. I feel, prices are such spoil sports.

Anyways, the point here is that fashion police kind of blogs are really entertaining sites. It is quite enjoyable to see Angelina showing off her mile long leg through the daring slit of her Versace gown at Cannes and Sonam Kapoor clad in Jean Paul Gaultier flashing her Chopard Jewellery. Apart from gowns there are other features such as celebs spotted at the airport, dining with their families, holidaying. Again comments on what they should have worn on a long flight or while roaming on the streets of Europe and the pictures/ sketches of what would have looked better on them. Rarely anyone gets it perfect. Most of them just mess it up in the eyes of the fashion police. I mean, either the dresses are too bright or too dull, too formal for the occasion or too casual. The same applies to shoes or make up and all. Then there are discussions on whether the celebrity should have opted for knee length boots or ankle length, a tote or a sling would have been a perfect choice of bag. It must have been like a lazy afternoon of gossiping for the people commenting on whether the celebs have hit it or miss it with their sartorial choices.

 That is all fine, but one thing I really do not comprehend is this fashion police’s repeat offender column. Here it is expected that a star or a model should not repeat their clothes or shoes and if they do so, they get attacked (through a blog) as the hell hath no fury like a fashion police scorned. Under this section, there were photos of Rani Mukherjee, Rekha, Sussane Roshan and many others (remember I checked many blog posts) wearing the same dress on two different occasions. In today’s world of electronic media, tracking down the old photographs and checking out who wore what at which event is just at few clicks of fingertips away, and perhaps that is the only work dedicated to them. Now the question that arises in my mind is that what these celebrities must be doing with those Valentino or Armani gowns worn once on the red carpet or a Manish Malhotra anarkali worn at some sangeet or wedding? They are not supposed to share them with their relatives unless they are much lesser known or else they also get spotted. If you have famous relatives then you are an easy target. For example I came across a picture of pregnant Aishwarya Rai wearing a traditional saree which was worn by her equally famous mother in law at some previous occasion. Both these pictures were posted by the fashion police who cried foul. It was blasphemous. How dare a famous daughter in law borrow her mother on law’s saree?  Then there was a photo of Karishma Kapoor wearing the same churidar suit worn by Kareena Kapoor before. I personally found this gesture cute as it brought them to a level of normal Indian family where occasionally a mother, mother in law or a sister gifts her saree to the other person thinking it will suit her better or simply because the other person liked it. While growing up I considered it my birthright to raid my sister’s wardrobe and help myself with whatever took my fancy. I regretted not having the same foot size or I would have freely sneaked her shoes too.

Well, if these stars are not supposed to share their expensive outfits or repeat them, then what are they supposed to do with them? Do they never see the light of the day and stay in their spacious wardrobes forever?  If they are keeping all those clothes for themselves, what kind of wardrobe they must be having? May be as big as a decent living room! I will stay happily in one of those. Or do they have a deal with the designer and get them exchanged with a reduced price like the way we get our old refrigerator exchanged for a bigger one? Or do they simply borrow these dresses from the designers? That way a designer can also get publicity and a star also gets to wear a fancy label for free. Or do they give them away to their poor relatives? Imagine an elderly aunty buying veggies In Dadar in a Sabyasachi saree. I really can’t figure out where these clothes must be going after one use.

For a person like me who wears her clothes till they are nicely faded, (some of my pairs of jeans are so faded that they don’t even remotely resemble their original shade) it looks like a worthless affair. Why can’t a person wear a dress bought from her hard earned money twice or even thrice if she wants to as long as she is not wearing it to the Oscars? I wish I get to host a chat show where I can ask my cheap questions to these fashionistas. Till then it is again the time for Cannes and I am curious to know what Aishwarya Rai will be wearing for her red carpet appearance and keeping my fingers crossed that she gets it right this time. Hey! Am I sounding like a fashion Police? High time to turn back to mundane things such as arranging my cupboard!

Fashion Police and Me

A Tribute to Bollywood Mothers

Ma of BollywoodLast afternoon I watched Amitabh Bachchan’s ‘Trishul’ on T V for one more time, having already seen it n number of times. It is one of Amitabh’s hey days’ super successful movies that stamped his angry young man image, already created by his previous hits such as Deewar and Zanjeer.  If you take a close look at all these successful films from the same genre, you will notice that apart from the action and the victory of good against evil there is one more important factor that played a very important role in all these films, that is MOTHER.
The stereotypical mother from most of these movies was a white saree clad Nirupa Roy or in occasional cases again a white saree clad Sulochana. These mothers used to be Godesses of virtue and inner strength who would not take even a penny earned by unlawful means. They would go to temples and offer Prasad for everyone’s well being and would teach their sons to be good even to the villains who have forced many atrocities on them. An exception to this rule perhaps may be Waheeda  Rehman from Trishul who herself wanted her son to avenge  for the injustice on her, as her cowardly lover jilted her love for some rich girl, which the son ultimately attains and how. He brings down his father’s business  brick by brick and builds his own construction empire named after his late unwed mother. He is so motivated by this mission that he is almost invincible. I think, the mother figure gained the utmost importance during Amitabh’s reign as a supreme ruler of Box office.  People shed tears or clapped hysterically when in one of the verbal battles,Shashi Kapoor in Deewar silences Amitabh’s bragging about his possessions by simply saying ‘Mere pas Maan hain!’ I am sure, till date this is one of the most popular dialogues.
Before Amitabh’s angry young man saga, in 50s and 60s also mothers were equally important part of the Hindi Cinema. Who can ever forget legendary Mother India made immortal by Nargis. The story of a mother who even after a stream of calamities, such as her husband losing his hands, money lender pressurising to return the loan and forcing her to pay three fourth of her crop as interest, the husband finally running away from house in the feat of depression topped with famine and all, toils hard to bring up her two sons and finally kills her wayward son who tries to make even with the money lender by abducting his daughter from her own wedding ceremony. No mother can ever match this epitome of sacrifice. One more mother I can slot in this category,  a little different though because of her royal bearing is Mughal E Azam’s Jodha Bai portrayed by Durga Khote.  This mother, when forced to take sides between the love for her son and duties towards husband chooses loyalty toward her homelad.
These are special mothers, to be honest quite unrealistic. Apart from them, the rest of the white saree brigade led by Leela Chitnis, was no less. I recollect a scene from Kala Bazar, when Dev Anand comes  home after black marketing cinema tickets only to find his mother singing a bhajan,“ Na main dhan chahu”  which is a turning point of the film, when the hero full of remorse asks for penitence.  All these mothers of 50 and some from 60s were one whole bunch of guileless, unworldly, naive mothers who believed anything that their sons told them and happily made Gajar ka Halwa or kheer for them when the forty plus heroes announced that they have come first class first in whatever they were studying.  The sons, in return asked them, “ Maan, tumhe kaise pata mujhe gajar ka halwa pasand hain?” Hahaha...and people tolerated them, in fact, adored them.
The sixties in the film industry were dominated by Shammi Kapoor and of course, the mother has to be someone as strong to restrain this wild young man, which was provided by the equally stubborn, outwardly stern, yet soft deep within matriarch portrayed by Lalita Pawar. This mother would not compromise when her family’s honour was at stake. Try and remember the crusty mother from Junglee who is so blinded by her priority to keep the family’s reputation in tact that she could not see the plot laid by cunning bankrupt prince and his sister to marry Shammi and acquire their wealth.
The shine of mother figures in films somewhat faded in 80s as they became mere part of the background. Rakhee (not Sawant), who had been Amitabh’s lead heroine in many blockbusters played the role of his mother in Shakti. Ideally viewers should have rejected this, but Rakhee’s character of a mother torn between a strict disciplinary husband and the rebellious son appealed to the masses. A few movies, however have the mothers playing the central character like Sharmila Tagore in Aradhana, who takes the blame of a murder, accidently committed  by her son and later devotes her entire life to protect him from any kind of harm.  Although a step mother, I can’t help mentioning Shabana Azmi from Masoom.  A mother who loved her two daughters but hesitates to extend that affection to her husband’s illegitimate son, yet she is no wicked step mom. She has no grudge against the boy himself but can’t embrace him with open arms as he reminds her of her husband’s unfaithfulness. She is no magnanimous woman, she takes her own time to come to terms with the situation and eventually accepts the boy as her own.
 Late eighties brought a new trend of saccharine sweet mothers by Rajshree films through Maine Pyar Kiya. This movie gave film industry a super star, Salman Khan and a super syrupy mom Reema Lagoo. This sweeter than sugar mom ruled Rajshree films in the following movies such as Hum Apke Hain Kaun and Hum Saath Saath Hain. Even Smita Jaykar from Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam falls in the same category. These mothers were as far away from the reality as the goody-goody films themselves.
This trend was soon overtaken by loud Punjabi mothers essayed by Kirron Kher. This mother was more annoying than the previous ones. For instance, think of Dostana. She was over the top, loud in expressing herself at the same time was ready to do anything for her child’s happiness. Kirron Kher’s one mother, however, I find very endearing is the one in Om Shanti Om. This filmy, OTT mom was so lovable that it is impossible not to like her.
Last few years have seen a steady change in the characterisation of mother. These mothers are young, savvy and worldly wise. They do love and care for their children, at the same time they are more rooted. Here I can think of Kajol, in My Name is Khan. A young  attractive single parent taking care of her son singlehandedly without killing her own personality and also spending  ME time without feeling guilty about it. This mother is closer to today’s women. The other mother that comes to my mind is Tisca Chopra from Taare Zamin Par. This is one ordinary middleclass woman who has average expectations from her son like getting good marks and doing other normal things like other normal children, not realising his incapability to do so. When he fails to deliver she gets frustrated. She is no super mom. She is just a normal mother who is fallible, but loves her son and is ready to do as much as possible within her limits for the betterment of her child. I love these mothers.
 I hope we get to see more and more these types of mothers on silver screen. The mothers who reflect the image of the modern independent women.  The mothers who know their mind and know how to balance a successful career and a happy family. They are the glamorous mothers in trendy outfits with great figures and yet are managing their children wonderfully without acting like a sacrificial goat.  These mothers, I believe, are going to rock the Hindi cinema.
Meanwhile, this is just a tribute to all those amazing celluloid moms who have made a permanent place in our hearts on the occasion of Mother’s Day.  More Power to Mothers!! Happy Mothers Day!! 




A Tribute to Bollywood Mothers

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