The very first book that I truly loved to the point that I would read it several times over the week is The Little Princess. I was really young but it fascinated me so. I remember wanting to go to India just because Sara Crew had nice stories about the country.
Jump to the day I first saw an Indian man riding a scooter (moped, motorcycle, whatever you want to call it) selling items strapped on the back. That was the day I started to associate them with 5-6 lending.
Jump to the year Sushmita Sen won the Miss Universe title after answering the question: What is the essence of being a woman? After that, whenever I watch the pageant, I look out for whoever India's representative is, wanting to see if they're all as poised and as intelligent as she is.
Jump to the year we moved to Canada, in Brampton, Ontario to be exact, where a lot of immigrants from India live. Turbans and saris are everywhere and the smell [of curry] is just overwhelming.
What's my point? [Yes, I do have one =)]
I never thought I'd develop an affinity towards Indian movies. It doesn't even matter that I don't understand a word of their language and I constantly have to struggle between actually watching the movie and reading the subtitles. It doesn't matter that every movie is 3 hours long at the least, with the obligatory song and dance by men and women wearing enough gold to induce blindness.
Funny because I find it extremely annoying and unpleasant that most Filipino movies tend to make beach scenes mandatory. Beach scenes meaning has-beens [sexy stars] frolicking along the beach, dancing to a one-hit wonder by some rapper. With the oh-so-important slow-motion part where they run towards each other and one of them falls flat on his/her face. Errrr...
Indian movies epitomize grace. They move as if their necks and bellies have limitless elasticity and their voices sound as if they can go from coloratura soprano to baritone to mezzo soprano to contralto to tenor. Their rich culture is sheathed in each hand movement, each piece of jewelry, each step of the dance, each note of the song. They're all passion, patriotism, humanity, family and their traditions are deeply embedded that it shines through even if the movie is set in modern times in New York City.
They are always extraordinarily romantic, though you almost never see a kiss [which is quite odd for a country where the Kama Sutra originated from].
I can't really go on and on about why I like Indian movies. I just do.
Some of these people may not help make the world a better smelling place to live in [I am not even going to discuss the degree of how politically incorrect that is], but they sure make movies that are worth watching.
Jump to the day I first saw an Indian man riding a scooter (moped, motorcycle, whatever you want to call it) selling items strapped on the back. That was the day I started to associate them with 5-6 lending.
Jump to the year Sushmita Sen won the Miss Universe title after answering the question: What is the essence of being a woman? After that, whenever I watch the pageant, I look out for whoever India's representative is, wanting to see if they're all as poised and as intelligent as she is.
Jump to the year we moved to Canada, in Brampton, Ontario to be exact, where a lot of immigrants from India live. Turbans and saris are everywhere and the smell [of curry] is just overwhelming.
What's my point? [Yes, I do have one =)]
I never thought I'd develop an affinity towards Indian movies. It doesn't even matter that I don't understand a word of their language and I constantly have to struggle between actually watching the movie and reading the subtitles. It doesn't matter that every movie is 3 hours long at the least, with the obligatory song and dance by men and women wearing enough gold to induce blindness.
Funny because I find it extremely annoying and unpleasant that most Filipino movies tend to make beach scenes mandatory. Beach scenes meaning has-beens [sexy stars] frolicking along the beach, dancing to a one-hit wonder by some rapper. With the oh-so-important slow-motion part where they run towards each other and one of them falls flat on his/her face. Errrr...
Indian movies epitomize grace. They move as if their necks and bellies have limitless elasticity and their voices sound as if they can go from coloratura soprano to baritone to mezzo soprano to contralto to tenor. Their rich culture is sheathed in each hand movement, each piece of jewelry, each step of the dance, each note of the song. They're all passion, patriotism, humanity, family and their traditions are deeply embedded that it shines through even if the movie is set in modern times in New York City.
They are always extraordinarily romantic, though you almost never see a kiss [which is quite odd for a country where the Kama Sutra originated from].
I can't really go on and on about why I like Indian movies. I just do.
Some of these people may not help make the world a better smelling place to live in [I am not even going to discuss the degree of how politically incorrect that is], but they sure make movies that are worth watching.
