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How pathetic is the film? Well, it almost made a certain long-haired movie critic hack off his humble curls. Mangal, mangal, forsooth!
- from
here.
but what the piece doesn't mention is how close I came to actually letting scissored hands come close to amply-covered scalp.
I've had it.
At my best friend's big fat punjabi wedding, a bunch of kids start up with the Mangal, Mangal chant every time I walk by. Sigh. Joke doesn't seem to get old throughout week-long celebrations.
Cut.
The other night, at Cafe Mondegar, a headwaiter beamed at me as I walked past, patting (!) me on the shoulder and saying, 'Mangal Pandey, huh? Good, good.' I was too stunned to react.
Cut.
An assortment of Oye, Mangals over the last month.
Ladies and Gents, and Mr Dimunitive Superstar Actor, is this fair?
[taken by
redobsession, by the way]
*sigh*
After actually watching the film, it took coming back home and leafing through vintage Jim Morrison pics to decide that hair needs to stay. Phew.