End of a Dream Run

 

so finally it ends. the sure shot formula for a successful movie... the item number, is now frowned upon. do you know, we can actually write a thesis on the origin of the item song? its as ancient as the hills, but then no one complained then. the heroine was supposed to be demure and 'domesticated' while the raunchy quotient was to be filled in by the vamp. yes, the vamp an extinct species... but they had a class of their own. they dint move they glided on the dance floor. sometimes, the vamps clothes were trendier than the heroine's and we would gape at the sari blouse designs worn by her. but now all that is over and done with. i miss Bindu, Nadira and Helene!!! these ladies went about their business with class. they loved the hero secretly and went down the crooked path just to please him or because they were spurned by him. 

 

Today the heroine is not a heroine till she does an 'item' number. now the zeros on her pay check go up with the number of times her bosom heaves upwards and pelvic thrusts forwards.... and the interest is calculated to the ratio of lip biting to how many come-hither looks she gives.

yesterday, a 'top' heroine refused to do an item dance. apparently she has agreed to do it only after she listens to the lyrics (which should be holier than the choir sung in church); and only if the song is choreographed with the steps she approves of (which should be cleaner than the moves of a classical dancer). today i read again that another actress rejected an item number. what the moral brigade could not do.... one harmless girl in delhi has done. finally i can watch a hindi movie with my kids without squirming in my seat. 

 
so what is going to happen to all these Neha Dhupias, Rakhi Sawants and Yana Guptas of India? how are these women going to make ends meet because they depend entirely on this genre of music to pay for all the paint... not only on their face but also on the walls of their house. well, i dont care and neither should you. there will always be a loop hole somewhere where they will flourish again. 
Coz you see there are people like you and me who actually listen and dance to these songs in moments of weakness (guilty as charged, my friend. there are no excuses). but maybe.. every time we shake our ass to SHEILA's tunes or decide to stick someone's pic to our mammary glands  with FEVICOL...  lets take a step back and think.... that nirbhaya badnaam hui.... darling hamare liye. RIP.