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Bachchan — 91 (Bachchan Watches Dark Knight!)

July 24th, 2008Related|Filed Under

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  1. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    Satyam Says:
    July 24th, 2008 at 9:24 pm

    Glad you saw the Dark Knight. This is a stunning film. The best superhero film ever made in my judgment but of course it goes much beyond this as well. It is the most compelling interpretation of this American ‘mythos’. The director incidentally made a ‘prequel’ three years ago called Batman Begins. I do not know whether you’ve seen this but this itself is a fantastic film.

  2. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    Satyam Says:
    July 24th, 2008 at 9:26 pm

    I should also say that this is perhaps your most ‘Dickensian’ post when you reflect on street performers and so forth. Once again a very moving post..

  3. Comment by Rocky on 24 July 2008:

    Ya this was one of the best post by him.

  4. Comment by Qalandar on 24 July 2008:

    His writing is clearly improving as he continues blogging.

    What amazing stamina this man has! Back to back THREE films, and two of them are pretty long…

  5. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    Lol, true!

  6. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    And by the way he’s down with an infection while he’s doing this!

  7. Comment by vikschshkr on 24 July 2008:

    Superbly written…Easily one of his best…It is amazing the way he devotes time for his blog…

  8. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    Satyam Says:
    July 24th, 2008 at 9:50 pm

    I was also reminded of Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself reading your post. here are some extracts:

    “There was never any more inception than there is now,
    Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
    And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
    Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.”

    ” The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of
    the promenaders,
    The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb,
    the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
    The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,
    The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous’d mobs,
    The flap of the curtain’d litter, a sick man inside borne to the
    hospital,
    The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,
    The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly
    working his passage to the centre of the crowd,
    The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,
    What groans of over-fed or half-starv’d who fall sunstruck or
    in fits,
    What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry
    home and give birth to babes,

    What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what
    howls restrain’d by decorum,
    Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made,
    acceptances, rejections with convex lips,
    I mind them or the show or resonance of them — I come and I
    depart.”

    ” Through me many long dumb voices,
    Voices of the interminable generation of prisoners and slaves,
    Voices of the diseas’d and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs,
    Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion,
    And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and
    of the father-stuff,
    And of the rights of them the others are down upon,
    Of the deform’d, trivial, flat, foolish, despised,
    Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.

    Through me forbidden voices,
    Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil’d and I remove the veil,
    Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur’d.”

    “Agonies are one of my changes of garments,
    I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself
    become the wounded person,”

    “And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many
    deaths,
    (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)”

    This magnificent poem goes this way from strength to strength. It is visionary, apocalyptic, soulful and much more. Many critics consider it the most important work of modern Western poetry. You are in LA. If you haven’t read it instruct Abhishek to pick up a copy for you right away! Any bookstore would carry this!

  9. Comment by Rocky on 24 July 2008:

    Satyam, Which part of the world are you in right now, where it is July 24, 9.50 P.M. ???

  10. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    Rocky, I’m in NY but that time stamp is from Bachchan’s blog and it’s obviously set to Indian time.

  11. Comment by Rocky on 24 July 2008:

    Ofcourse, I feel so stupid now.

  12. Comment by satyam on 24 July 2008:

    Rocky, it happens to all of us every now and then! You’ve been staying up too long following the recent vote in parliament!

  13. Comment by Rocky on 24 July 2008:

    Rubbing salt on the wounds…. Sahee Nahin Hai !!

  14. Comment by Som on 24 July 2008:

    Good post by Mr Bachchan here!!

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