This Morning Moose is defensive about his morning routine.
(Source: sammyfrost, via arziyan-saari)
Tu Mere Rubaru Hai
Meri Aankhon ki Ibaadat Hai..
(Source: ajeebserishtey, via ishaare)
"A successful film director of the 70s once said, ‘I want people to forget their misery. I want to take them into a dream world where there is no poverty, where fate is kind and God is busy looking after his flock.’ But why do we presume that it is only through daily suffering that we come to understand these truths? This is what most of us really think, isn’t it? Why? What really are we doing when we call our cinema escapist and mere fantasy? I suspect our modern affair with realism is like any other ism - just another overcompensation of ideology. Why exactly does the real, just as confected as any other idea of ours, embody more truth about the human condition than the ideal? Particularly when these very realistic films are being made by perfectly unfamished, middle-class Indians? Why is suffering more real than joy or pleasure? Isn’t this a rather puritanical, reified, literalist and simplistic position? Isn’t it a bit self-indulgent of us from our position of comfort? Isn’t it ultimately offensive towards those that suffer? Why won’t we more hear them speak for themselves?"
- Amitabh Bachchan (via bollymusings)
Why do we watch Bollywood? We watch Bollywood so that we escape our ordinary lives and so that we can be taken to a whole other life. So that we can get the littlest glimmer of hope that maybe one day, this will happen to us. Maybe one day we’ll be Naina and we’ll have our own Bunny. Maybe one day we’ll be Anjali and we’ll find our Rahul. Bollywood for me isn’t just films, it is a way of escaping reality for a while.
It’s funny. He is always shocked when he finds out that other people are virgins, but when it comes to himself, he is so excited. What an adorable asshole!
Did you get them all right?
(Source: a-world-of-our-very-own, via surajaurclaus)