An ode to how much you stink, Rambo

Rambo on a rare rainy afternoon in Bhuj

Meet Rambo, the dawg who lords around the entire office like he owns. And he is just as badass as his namesake. 

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He has multiple scars and presumably alpha-bragging rights. He will plonk his arse wherever he likes it and there aint no thang you can do 'bout it. Even if he creates a massive stink under your desk space. He'll just sit there and lick his balls and if you create a ruckus about him sitting there, he'll calmly raise a lazy, disinterested eye and then completely ignore you.

All Hail The Supreme Indifferent Master!

Sal wanted to go to Wyoming

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In a time honored tradition among the Bujwasis, we all congregated at Satish's house last night (20 mins past the agreed time) and debated which movie to watch. Satish had just bought a new projector because the last one had developed a creeping corruption of dead pixels. Anyways we wanted to start this one on a good note and we settled on Dog Day Afternoon. 

This is the story of a guy, Sonny Wortzik (played by Al Pacino) whose life's sound track could've been The Animals' 'Don't let me be misunderstood'. He is out there with his friend Sal, trying to rob a bank in Brooklyn to fund his lover's sex change operation and having a serious case of Murphy's Law. Even though Interstellar tried to change our view about the said law - 

Murphy's law doesn't mean that something bad will happen. It means that whatever *can* happen, will happen.

some impressions are just difficult to shake off. 

Anyways, the movie is this beautiful, fast-paced, tight narrative where we see the day and its strange event unfold from a point of view that is largely informed by Sonny's. He is the man trying to run the show, he is kind, he is desperate, and shit is being thrown at him fast and loose. There is a very beautiful scene where he is talking to his lover, Leon on the phone, he is in the bank with Sal and all the hostages, Leon is in the barber shop across the street surrounded by cops and they break up because Leon doesn't want to be 'accessory' to the whole thing. That is such a personal moment played out in such a public setting, it broke  my heart. 

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The one complaint I had with the movie was that we get almost nothing from Sal (played by John Cazale). We get some hints about how he is a devout catholic and believes that the body is the temple of the lord, he has a problem with being called a homosexual (he is not but his fervent denial smacks of homophobia) but doesn't seem to have a problem with his friend Sonny's homosexuality. He has never been on an airplane before but has been to prison. With the bank robbery turning into a negotiation, he is faced with the prospect of either going back to prison or having to fly to some far away country and never come back - none of them look attractive to him. Also he doesn't know where to go; he thought Wyoming would be a good country to go to but he ends up dead at the end of the day. That is all very know about him. We don't know why he went to prison and why he hated it, who are is family and why he doesn't have anyone to call when he is leaving forever. 

By contrast we watch Sonny make calls to people he loves; we meet his parents, his wife, his lover; we watch them argue; we even watch him dictate his own will. Sal is just there in the background, speaking very little, all wound up tight like a ticking time bomb spring, and we were all waiting for him to explode. But the bang in the end is the sound of Sal getting a bullet in the head.

Ok, that was a really long point there. 

Another thing I found really interesting was the underlying politics in the film. There was the rage over recent Attica Prison Riots where the prisoners demanded more political rights and better living conditions but the end result was a forceful retaliation. There was the voyeuristic media and everyone's tendency of performing for the camera. There was also extreme peevishness over use of foul language one news channel. And then there were the polarized reactions to Sonny's homosexuality. Watching all of this I have a vague sense of Déjà vu - more things change, the more they remain same. I really like it when the tiniest of references add nuance to a story and this movie certainly had that going for it. 

A home coming for a Bhujwasi

The Creepy Doll, like the Lone Pelican of Hamirsar (will introduce
it some other time) are landmarks that makes a Bhujwasi feel at home.

It's so good to be back, after two months in the rural hinterland of western UP, Bhuj feels amazing. I've always thought of Bhuj as this alcove in civilization where one can nestle comfortably. The last time I felt this sense of comfort or being at home in a place, I called myself a KGPian; now I call myself a Bhujwasi. 

Bhuj, the city of beautiful sunsets and breezy evenings; Bhuj, the city of expats in flux; Bhuj, the temporary home of the wandering misfits, the wonderfully varied and deeply passionate. This is Bhuj for me, a city that accepted my weird and offered me friendship. 

One of the things I love about Bhuj (and this is something that happened in Kharapur a lot as well) is that people leave behind these legacies, so we have Bhawna's Bean Salad, Tanvi's Pumpkin Soup, Aarati's Baked Veggies - the list just goes on. And long after the Bhujwasis in question have moved to different places, one makes them and in the flavors, savors all the evenings and weekends spent together, all the seasons we weathered together, all the drunk brunches and nights on the beach, all the poetry readings, all the random impromptu plans, and the camaraderie we shared.

Ok I'm getting definitely soppy. Needless to say I missed Bhuj too much and my fellow Bhujwasis even more. Now I'm back to walking down Saraf Bazaar, joking with my tailor, planning the fake-sangeet, drinking my coffee, and eating my bean salad. If you're curious about the salad in question, here is another Bhujwasi talking about it.