Mad Max Fury Road—My take- A Western with souped up cars.

Mad Max Fury Road—My take- A Western with souped up cars.

Warning: This movie is definitely going to inspire some nutcases into binge killings in a car chase.

Mad Max is a genre in itself with Australian director George Miller. I checked on the entire cast of Mad Max Fury Road and it seems to be a largely Australian thing.

I have seen other reviews of the movie and one think I thought of has already been said about this being a modern gasoline version of Stagecoach. It is a great chase on cars with the half dead or half alive whereas in the past it would have been horses and Red Indians (Now called Native Americans.)

Watching my favorite Charlize Theron transformed from a butterfly as in The Devil’s Advocate to a moth in Mad Max Fury Road is a delight. Only she could have done this role justice with such feminismo machismo.

I loved the five runaway brides. It was enlightening to know that their creation and presentation also had the hand of Eve Ensler, she of The Vagina Monologues. The five wives are enchanting and are played by Rosie Huntington Whiteley (The Splendid Angharad); . Abby Lee (The Dag);Zoe Kravitz yes Lenny’s daughter (Toast the Knowing); Courtney Eaton (Cheedo the Fragile) and Riley Keough( Capable).

Besides the superb Charlize and Tom Hardy there is Nux played by Nicholas Hoult.

One warning it is a very noisy movie and you will come out with a spinning head. Superb desert scenes and action stunts. A must watch for learning how we might progress after the Apocalypse as rabid dogs of war.

Mad Max has this to say — ‘Hope is a mistake.’ Perhaps a hot seller car sticker could be made with this well, er, Maxim??

Holi Hai !!




Holi is a festival of colors and group madness in India. People celebrate the departure of winter and onset of early spring and death of mythological Holika by lighting a bonfire on Holi eve. Holi is a much awaited festival for children. Water pistols and spray guns shaped like ray guns from science fiction abound and everyone has to be sporting about being sprayed with colored water or powder.

In some parts of India people virtually go mad rubbing color on each other. It is a time for fried food laced with bhang and milk and cane juice laced with bhang (paste made from cannabis leaves and flower buds) and whisky and beer. The Punjab is at the forefront as always when it comes to the beer and whisky drinking part.

Cities become riotous with boys riding around on scooters and motorcycles. Girls too join the fun. The police keep a close watch on the proceedings and some young men find themselves in custody when they get too familiar with unwilling girls. By lunchtime everyone is sozzled good and proper. Everyone of course means the celebrating populace. Ninety percent of the citizenry hides behind closed doors avoiding the messy powder and water colors.

Peace begins to prevail at about three in the afternoon. The rest of the day finds the roads slowly emptying of rejoicing people. Peace and calm prevail by evening.

Holi is like many world festivals that witness group madness. Examples being mud festivals in Spain, Switzerland, Michigan, Boryeong, South Korea; Garma festival in Australia; Haro wine festival in La Rioja region of Spain; La Tomatina in Italy where tomato fights abound on that day.

One more year before we hear the joyous shouts of ‘Holi Hai.’

Constant Loving Whiz Kid

Late lamellar armour worn by native Siberians ...
Late lamellar armour worn by native Siberians and Eskimos (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Whiz kid/constant loving


Sheena was a slim girl of fifteen. She was a whiz kid with wiring and sound systems. She knew how to make software programs and she was the trouble shooter for the Chawl Hotel’s laptops and desktops. She had somehow come to the conclusion that I was the richest man in the world. Yes I do have custom built cars. I do wear the ultimate branded clothes and shoes. I have a big collection of watches from all over the world. Still I am no Greek shipping tycoon. She is constantly begging me to allow her to come into my bedroom and have a look.


I know these young Delhi girls. They are dynamite. These teenagers are thrill seekers. They are the biggest gossips and the slightest gesture by a boy or man can be interpreted as an attempt at rape or casual love making depending on the mood of the hour.


‘Why are you afraid of me.’ She said holding my hand and pulling it to near her heart. ‘Can you hear it thumping? It is beating only for you. Let us go into your bedroom and inspect the paintings.’


I smiled and flopped down on the big sofa letting her be pulled along with me. ‘Talk, you can talk but no physical stuff’ I told her.


“Why are you fighting nature? Right now a million people at least are making love somewhere on the globe. In the dark depths of the Amazon jungle; on ships; in Africa even while the lions are roaring near a village; in Australia in the bush; Eskimos in igloos and even stuck up Indians are using Nirodhs at a fast pace. Why can’t you just kiss me? You owe me. I fixed your sound system.’ I grabbed her and picked her up and placed her on a chair away from the sofa.


“Please,” I begged, “we will talk about this when you are eighteen. Right now you are a minor and I do not want to be arrested for assaulting a minor.”


‘You do whatever you feel like I will not lodge a complaint. You can marry me first if you are really that interested.’ Somehow I convinced her to come out of my apartment and go for a walk with me. She slumped along disappointed till we reached the food court in the Mall.