DAS BHOOT
A kid gets chummy with a ghost in a winning fantasy that unfortunately falls apart towards the end. Plus, the most horrendous star-son launch ever.
MAY 11, 2008 – WHEN I HEARD THAT VIVEK SHARMA’S BHOOTHNATH was about a ghost doing its darnedest to scare away the family that’s moved into its home, I was afraid we were in for a retread of Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice – but, thankfully, the only Burtonian bit about this film is its No Smoking-ish credits sequence, where a candle is snuffed out and the names of the cast and crew are conjured up from the wisps of smoke that have apparently invaded the entire house. Strangely, though, that’s the only hint of the macabre, and what follows is a most sweet-natured fantasy for children. Except for the last half-hour or so – where the director appears to have realised there are grown-ups in the audience too, and in a desperate, last-minute attempt at throwing sops at them, he lets the free-floating whimsy curdle into tiresome melodrama – Bhoothnath is the kind of film you rarely ever see made here, where something like Koi… Mil Gaya or Krissh is what passes for children’s entertainment.
I mention these films not just because Hrithik Roshan’s caped crusader inspired thousands of Indian boys to stretch their arms and leap off their couches – and, reportedly, off an apartment rooftop in Patna – but also because of the basketball game where the hero’s newfound alien friend supplied the superpowers so he could beat a bunch of bullying opponents. Here too, there’s the incidence of a sport – Banku (Aman Siddiqui) versus a schoolmate in a hurdle race. Here too, Banku has a newfound alien friend – well, alienated from mankind, anyway; he’s the titular ghost, played by Amitabh Bachchan – with supernatural powers. Here too, Banku’s bullying opponent has been winning all the races so far, and crowing about the fact. But instead of Bhoothnath fixing the clincher race in Banku’s favour, he advises the boy, “Sports mein cheating nahin,” and that Banku can win if he simply tries harder – and sure enough, Banku walks away with the prize. I’m not at all a fan of messages in movies, but this particular instance works beautifully because it’s exactly the kind of thing you’d tell a child; it’s exactly how you’d shape a child.
That’s not to say Bhoothnath is a quasi parenting manual gussied up with mainstream-movie clothes – because some of the mainstream elements are a little unnerving in a film targetted at children. In one of the many underwhelming songs by Vishal-Shekhar, two kids who are at loggerheads at school are reimagined as rival gangland leaders – it’s like a hip-hop video version of Bugsy Malone – while little girls in loads of bling pose alongside as their… molls? Worse, hos? Elsewhere, in the Mere buddy number, Bhoothnath and Banku are accompanied in their exertions by shapely extras in little, black dresses and fishnet stockings. Then again, I guess this is nothing when compared to what’s usually seen in our “wholesome” family fare – and let’s face it, almost every film released in our country is deemed fit for family consumption. (Do you know many people who vet what their kids are watching?)
Bhoothnath gets going when Banku moves into a haunted mansion with his parents – played by Juhi Chawla (whose helium-voiced mugging makes it appear that she saw the film as an extension of her Kurkure ads, especially with so many packets of the munchies popping up so frequently) and Shah Rukh Khan (guest starring as her husband, and charmingly laidback; free an actor from the pressures of carrying a movie, and it’s a nice surprise what you end up with sometimes) – and the early scenes set a tone that’s at once childish and childlike. I did find myself getting restless every now and then – when is the story going to get going, I kept wondering – but the director finds interesting and inventive ways to appeal to the part of you that still responds to innocence and fun and wide-eyed wonder.
The special effects sequences, especially, are a joy. The visual trickery in Bhoothnath is easily the most seamless, most accomplished I’ve seen in an Indian film of this kind – but what makes these scenes really work is the context. You don’t have to be a child to laugh at the moment where Banku tricks Bhoothnath into cleaning the house. The ghost lines up the pieces of furniture – as yet unpacked – in two neat rows, and on his signal, they chug forward to the accompaniment of choo-choo train effects in the soundtrack. And some of these effects come with unexpected grace notes, as when Bhoothnath clears the floor of dry leaves with a mighty expulsion of breath, and when Banku points to the last, remaining leaf, he inhales it and chomps it down. (I was so delighted with this touch, I’m going to be quite upset if someone reveals it’s been taken from such-and-such foreign film.)
Even the songs, when they appear to have been better left on the editing-room floor, surprise you with lovely flourishes. When Banku’s mother slaps him, Bhoothnath launches into Chalo jaane do, and part of his cheering-up routine includes a click of the fingers that results in a passel of clowns materialising with balloons on a beachside. And in addition, there’s a human special effect in the form of Satish Shah, in high-cartoon mode, as a headmaster with an indeterminate accent – “control” comes out as “can troll” – prone to digging into his students’ lunch boxes. But after filling about three-quarters of his film with such warm-hearted whimsy, Sharma begins to fill us in on the ghost’s back story, and Bhoothnath begins to fall spectacularly apart. This is the kind of film that established its irreverence by mocking the mother as not just a bad cook, but also a lazy one who constantly fed her family sandwiches (and, perhaps, the occasional bowl of Maggi) – and suddenly, the director whisks us off into the kind of movie where mothers were gaajar ka halwa specialists, where it’s all about tradition and cultural values and all that sort of thing.
The ending is particularly grotesque, featuring a religious ceremony – a shraddh – for the emancipation of souls, something that Banku is forced to perform for Bhoothnath because the latter’s son (named Vijay, no less) has unresolved issues and won’t take up this responsibility. Why is this suitable material for a children’s film? And why wasn’t all this wrapped up in a tidier fashion, when Bhoothnath advises Banku about the virtues of forgiveness? Couldn’t they have skirted the last-minute melodramatic mess by simply throwing this advice back at the advice-giver, when Banku realises Bhoothnath hasn’t forgiven Vijay for whatever reasons? That miscalculation apart, the leads make Bhoothnath worthwhile. Bachchan goes the gamut from crotchety spirit to caring grandfather-figure, his raggedy-man guise and mottled-Kabuki makeup gradually giving way to the actual human being we know and love. And Siddiqui brought out for me some of the most endearing aspects of childhood. When Bhoothnath says he’ll eventually become a star and asks Banku to watch out for him in the skies every night, Banku can’t help but ponder about a technicality: but what if there’s a cloud? After all these years of children acting like adults in our films, how refreshing it is to find them being kids again.
IMAGINE YOGEETA BALI WITH A FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOW and a mild case of laryngitis, and you’d have a fair idea of what Mimoh Chakraborty is all about. The resemblance is uncanny – though you wish he’d inherited his genes from his talented father instead. Mithun Chakraborty scaled huge heights as an A-list star – albeit in a host of B-list movies – before settling into the comfortable groove of a C-list stud. And based on Raj NC Sippy’s Jimmy, Mimoh (who plays, uh, Jimmy) wants to get to that comfortable groove right away, without suffering the ignominies of nationwide stardom and hysterical fandom – hence this awful, outdated mess about being slapped with a murder rap and trying to wiggle out of it, as girls on the soundtrack go “zu zu zu zu.” The comedy is terrible (Shakti Kapoor enters the frame cupping a buttock), the romance is worse (after enduring a fainting spell, Jimmy coos into his equally vapid girlfriend’s ears that he’s looking forward to the day she’ll go through fainting spells; get it?), and let’s not even get into the choreography (Mimoh executing signature MJ moves to a Billie Jean lift) and the screenplay and the performances. After Jimmy is exonerated, his mother exults, “Bhagwan ne meri prarthna sun li.” If only He’d listened to ours.
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G
May 10, 2008
Hi Rangan!
1) No I am not reading your review
2) No I do not know how you responded to me last time around – I needed to say what I said to make sure that I genuinely do not care or read what you write anymore – instead of wasting more time here lurking. 🙂
But do make some spectacularly ill-informed malious attacks on Amitabh, will you? Amitabh’s only joy in life seems to be to brood about such “injustice”. 🙂
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brangan
May 10, 2008
G: “I genuinely do not care or read what you write anymore” – Okay, I get that, I respect that. But what exactly are you doing in this space, then?
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Sujith
May 10, 2008
“IMAGINE YOGEETA BALI WITH A FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOW and a mild case of laryngitis”
ROFLMAO, respeck! Thats what I had in mind, but these words do it so much better
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Lee
May 11, 2008
Damn funny review of Jimmy. Thanks for the laugh.
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Ravi K
May 11, 2008
Whatever happened to Mimoh’s awkwardly-titled film “He-The Only One”?
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Sid
May 11, 2008
The second half of Bhootnath was insulting! It destroyed the whole film for me, which was otherwise quite nice. That last stretch… just disastrous!
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Neela
May 11, 2008
Bhootnath touched the child in me. If only this director had stayed away from the Bagban type cliched story and been able to sustain the joy of the first 3 quarters of the film. BUT he is on my look out for list because he provided an original story, many many whimsical touches, and was able to capture a child actor as a child. On the first day of school when Banku tells Satish Shah – I think she is saying good luck to you, I was cracking up. Mr. Rangan – would you care to compare Darsheel to Aman and tell us how you rate them?
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Sagarika
May 11, 2008
brangan: I liked how you took your time to bring out the inherent sweetness in the movie (and I don’t say this because you mentioned gaajar ka halwa (yum!!), which is indeed my mom’s specialty). For instance, “..they chug forward to the accompaniment of choo-choo train effects” was cho chweet. I could tell the movie really brought out the child in you when it made you misspell “targeted” – cute! It’s what I’d call “show, don’t tell.” 🙂
And Jimmy-in-a-nutshell sure cracked me up!! Now what’s with invoking the Almighty two times this weekend (closing of Jimmy and opening of the French movie post)? 🙂
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Chaitanya
May 11, 2008
I am pretty emotional about kids-leaving-their-parents-in-the-old-age bit, and so that drama never feels to touch me. I would know while watching Baghban that the movie is doing all out efforts to make me feel sad and such, and yet I would feel those emotions. That’s the reason K3G works for me, even on a repeated viewing.
So, Bhootnath’s second half worked for me…I see that movie as a nice balance of comedy/senti stuff.
brangan, I know you’ve heard this a million times before, but your reviews are wonderful…what you write here is the true recognition of the stuff created by the people behind these works. You somehow ‘get’ their thought process, and highlight the things they themselves would want highlighted. The mention of special effects – those clowns, and the sports day thingy in Bhoothnath are examples.
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Chaitanya
May 11, 2008
‘But do make some spectacularly ill-informed malious attacks on Amitabh, will you? Amitabhs only joy in life seems to be to brood about such injustice. :-)’
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!
Please do it!!!
Have you read Khalid Mohammad’s review of Bhootnath and Bacchhan’s ‘reply’ to the same on his blog?
The whole thing is hilarious. 😀
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Alpesh
May 11, 2008
i havent seen jimmy and nor do i intend to. but i do have an issue with it being called the most horrendous star-son launch ever.
surely Jimmy can’t be as bad as Anand Aur Anand? the film that “launched” Suneil Anand son of Dev Anand
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brangan
May 11, 2008
Sujith: But that wasn’t a joke. He really resembles his mom to a terrifying extent 🙂
Lee: Thanks.
Ravi K: Hey, I’ve never heard of that one. Maybe that’s what they renamed Jimmy?
Sid: Actually it wasn’t the second *half* so much as the last half-hour or so.
Neela: Well, Darsheel had a superbly written role to play. This one’s just a cute, naughty kid. So I’m not sure you can compare.
Sagarika: Ah, the spelling mafia. Damn 🙂
Chaitanya: Thank you so much for the nice words. And yes, I did read the review and the retaliation. Guess everyone’s blogging these days 🙂
Alpesh: Ah, but then you could consider Puru Raaj Kumar’s Bal Brahmachari too — but those films were made in a general age of awfulness, whereas in the age of multiplexes (where films at least look slick and are mounted well, if nothing else) Jimmy is a complete shocker.
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Vishal
May 11, 2008
Could someone post the Khalid-Amitabh exchange here, please? Amitabh’s blog is down (maybe Khalid launched a DoS attack on Bachchan’s blog? 🙂 ) It is high time someone put KM in his place. Not only is he not an astute movie reviewer, he lets his personal biases affect his reviews and worse, he uses his column to fulfill certain personal vendettas. And his gimmicky writing style has lost its charm longggggggggggg ago.
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brangan
May 11, 2008
Vishal: KM’s review is here.
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Vishal
May 12, 2008
Thanks, Baradwaj. Just read Bachchan’s retort. Must say I did not think it was too classy, especially the “Khalida” part. What is it about stars tending to “out” film critics the moment something negative is said about them? As incompetent as I think KM is (without having seen Bhoothnath), his comments were strictly about Amitabh’s acting …in this case. Or did I miss something? Bachchan shd not stoop to KM’s level.
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Chaitanya
May 12, 2008
Vishal, did Bacchan stoop to KM’s level?
I believe he went way below that, by mentioning that ‘Khalida’ thingy.
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Neela
May 12, 2008
Whether Kahlid is a good or bad critic, he is critiquing the film – it is his job. Mr. Rangan called Juhi “helium-voiced” when I actually love her voice and I am sure Juhi does too! So is that license for her to tear Mr. Rangan up? NO. Bachchan Saab needs to get a life – at the very least Jayaji should take his computer away before he does too much damage to his reputation. This diatribe was very much like the one we saw against Khalid coming from Anurag Kashyap! Some dignity and decorum would be nice and befitting his status as an elder statesman in the industry. He is however too busy trying to write his own eulogy instead of letting his fans and admireres do it.
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raj
May 12, 2008
While Khalid has displayed mind-boggling stupidity, there’s one paragraph where he captures essentially whats wrong with the ‘mature’ Bachchan’s performances:
“Really, it’s no point just putting on a thick bass voice (dubbing remixes zindabad), darting the by-now predictable glum-and-jolly expressions, repeating the Albela Bhagwan-inspired dance moves, and for heaven’s sake, stop that, “Haiiieeeeeen”, an irritating cross between a question and exclamation. It makes my toes curl.
”
He’s spot on there!
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raj
May 12, 2008
And Bachchan’s false humility is even more annoying. All the noises he makes about how he is an ordinary actor, and how he got lucky and yet, he cannot stand a single strand of criticism – as though someone has defaced a masterpiece is how he reacts – which shows that his humility is a facade.
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Vishal
May 12, 2008
I am with KM on the subject of Bachchan’s acting as well. He is insufferable these days. I am okay with Bachchan responding to Khalid’s piece since it was directly addressed to him but a) I wish he would not make it personal and make snide remarks about his sexual orientation (read Khalida) and b) not offer up Khalid’s movies’ box office performances as proof that he is an incompetent movie reviewer, because that would be a strawman. Maybe Bachchan has run out of logical arguments to defend his movie(s)?
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Priti
May 12, 2008
Amitabh bachchan has become an insanely irritating man… not only are we suffering from an overdose of him, now he makes personal, below-the-belt comments abt someone who reviewed his movie and his performance (even if he minced no words doing that). Very very cheap behaviour. And to think that there are a 1000 chamchas who support him no matter wat he says on his blog, leaving comments abt how great he is, and so he can say wat he likes… am getting sick and tired of reading abt his personal attacks on ppl; his blog is only an instrument of spiteful revenge that he is mercilessly using. Shame on him!
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Vishal
May 12, 2008
I read bits of Bachchan’s blog out of curiosity and discovered that the Khalid Mohammed incident is not an isolated one..in fact, the purpose of Amitabh’s blog seems to be to launch counterattacks at anyone in the media who dares question or defy the deified Bachchan parivaar. As a strategy, it is a complete masterstroke. In the guise of a blog, it gives Bachchan complete immunity to say whatever he wishes to…with all his fans hanging on his every word and turning them against his blasphemers. The message is loud and clear..you dare print anything against me and I will turn my entire fan base against you. Amitabh is playing the “wronged old man” defending his “honor” to the hilt..a performance to put Anupam Kher’s in Saaransh to shame. 🙂 Now if only he put some of that passion and intelligence into his (current) performances..
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Vishal
May 12, 2008
Baradwaj, do you have a take on this? If so, would be interesting in reading about it 🙂 “Nursing king sized egos through blogging”
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Vijay
May 12, 2008
The late Sujatha said blogging is mostly an endless ego trip. AB is probably a towering example then 🙂
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Neela
May 12, 2008
“The late Sujatha said blogging is mostly an endless ego trip. ”
With the recent examples from Aamir and AB I would have to agree with the late Sujatha!
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brangan
May 13, 2008
Vishal: Well, I don’t see that there’s anything wrong wih “reviewing the review (and the reviewer)”, but, yes, the language/tone shouldn’t bring it down to a slanging match.
Neela: I’m a big fan of Juhi Chawla too, especially of her comic mugging.
raj/Vishal: Thanks for suggesting a topic for my column. And no, raj, that comment is not getting through 🙂
Priti: “insanely irritating man…” “instrument of spiteful revenge…” Wow! 🙂
Vijay: I hope you’re not tagging Blogical Conclusion as, (cough cough), an ego trip 🙂
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Sagarika
May 13, 2008
raj: You MUST take this quiz coz you asked for it. 🙂 Your comment #9 above reminded me of this brangan line from which review? “…when a breathless TV reporter announces the arrival of “the greatest action hero… the superstar,” [he] shrugs off the extravagant praise by describing himself a “chhote se shehar ka mamooli sa aadmi.” Is there another leading man you could pin this label to, another contemporary star who looks as if he bucked the odds and made it despite being a nondescript bloke from a nondescript town?”
Hey Mr. Apples-to-Oranges (no, I’m not done calling you that), tell me what does remembering one’s humble beginnings (or not) have to do with one’s ability to stand criticism? 🙂 If anything, I think we should find it “comforting to know that even the great masters tote along their little pieces of baggage.” No?
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raj
May 13, 2008
sagarika, the answer to your quiz is Ajay Devgan in some movie which I didnt see but know about from this column. See, we also are BR fans :-). And No, I didnt search the archives.
Secondly, the 2 comments I made are disparate ones.So no apple to oranges here.And its not about referring to his beginnings. He poses as if he thinks that he is not a great actor but when criticised, he snarls back which means he thinks he is so great that even Bhoothnath is a masterpiece. I have 2 issues with Bachchan
1)Annoying acting – dont ask me the definition of good acting though. Let’s say that for me, that sickeningly sick kid in Cheeni Kum was as irritating as Bachchan himself in the movie. Thats where I come from.
2)False Humility – If he is going to get irritated with such minor criticism of one performance in one movie where he was not even creatively involved, then why pose about being a small actor etc. It is obvious that he considers even Bhootnath a masterpiece from his reaction – so why pose about being humble? Obviously, to get some points on “oh see how humble he is”.
My issue with 1 is not linked to my issue with 2. Infact, I also made a comment defending Bachchan’s right to be pompous, defensive etc. , which BR didnt let through because I referred to other specimen of the same kind 🙂
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Sagarika
May 14, 2008
raj: Yes sir! You’re right. That was about Devgan in Halla Bol. I haven’t seen the movie either but what I liked about that review specifically is all the soul-searching brangan does in the comments section, about being a fan vs. being a critic. I simply loved his take on how being a critic was, to him, just a geekier version of being a fan. That resonated with me on many levels.
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Bala
May 14, 2008
oo quiz 🙂 Hall Bol I think 🙂
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Sagarika
May 14, 2008
raj/Bala: At this rate, they’re gonna have to coin a new pop psych acronymn to be right up there with IQ, EQ, etc. Yes, in terms of “BQ” you guys rank right up there on top. Way to go! 🙂
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Ramya
May 14, 2008
Okay, I came in late and did not see the comments after Sagarika’s quiz…..its Ajay Devgan in Halla Bol!
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Ravi Krishna
May 14, 2008
http://specials.rediff.com/movies/2008/may/14sl1.htm
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Neela
May 15, 2008
And now Aamir declares on his blog that he has Shahrukh licking his feet, his dog that is. The tasteless bloggers have arrived after taking lessons from teenagers on Facebook. What a pill Aamir can be! He should just shut up and act – forget the attempts at humor, they are not working.
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Sagarika
May 16, 2008
brangan: It’s Thursday morning here and I’m thinking, wow, it’s Friday May 16 over there already and that can only mean one thing — three new pieces to look fwd to, come Monday (since I get no computer time, most weekends). I’ve been wondering what could possibly have motivated you to launch off on these weekly triple treats you’ve been delighting us with, lately (I couldn’t dream up a more punishing writing routine if I wanted to), but before I knew it, the answer practically walked my way: I landed on this page, God knows how, can’t remember what I was looking for, but it had nothing to do with Yoga Nidra and even less to do with Ayurveda. May have been a search related to French fries for all I care (but hey, that explains it!). 🙂 Oh how the Web pleasantly surprises you (if only once in a bluemoon) with these out-of-nowhere nuggets!
And now I start connecting the dots. So you’ve had “time to think, to introspect, and to be alone.” In other words, you’ve had your orgy with the muses. How else could one explain these tantalizing trifectas that we salivate for, come Friday? (OK, OK, I know there are really no dots to connect: the second column was your New Year resolution and the third was an assignment to accomodate foreign films. But you did say to G (not the italics G you’ve been facing off with here, above, and elsewhere, but the other G) on the Bombay Jayashri post) that you’ll take whatever compliments you can lay your hands on, so be my guest!) 🙂
P.S: Btw, this blog is a landmine of cryptic clues for crossword buffs and/or curious cherubs (isn’t the world chockfull of us?). For instance, one of my aha moments was this: Oh, your acetic lifestyle earlier this year (or was it late last year?) is what “visu perippa” (from There Will be Blood”) was alluding to when he lovingly addressed you as “my Buddhist Monk” (the appearance angle notwithstanding). 🙂
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Sagarika
May 16, 2008
p.s: Oh I meant “ascetic” (as in self-mortification), not “acetic (as in acid). So much for being hailed as spelling mafia. 🙂
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