What love has become aajkal

Last evening had been to see the latest flick Love Aajkal along with my folks at a nearby mall (where else in Gurgaon). First of all the fucking car gave way, it would simply not start when I had to leave office. Thanks to the muscles of the security guard, the engine picked up finally and I managed to reach back on time. Yesterday I also discovered that watching a film on a weekday is a big pain, what with fatigue all the time ruling your body, which keeps longing for the comforts of that lovely bed.

Love Aajkal is watchable though can’t call it outstanding. Although Shobhaa De has torn the film apart in her blog, I will still recommend it to those out for dating adventures. It is actually nothing more than a spoof the Gen Y relationships, whose Facebook status keeps changing from committed to single and back to committed every week. Also by drawing a parallel with the relationships of previous generation, it exhibits the hollowness that modern-day living has got accustomed to. In a way, it is like the difference between the film music of two generations, old black and white songs are still hummable while the modern day remix gore is forgotten in actually no time

Watching the film reminded me of someone I had met online ages ago, guess then I was in college. We did cross paths again some years back, thanks to MSN Messenger which keeps old friend list intact. This time she had shifted to Gurgaon from abroad, and was residing nearby only, so we did get to see each other in flesh and blood. But must say she was a major disappointment, with a boring disposition and an unremarkable appearance. Her face actually resembled a commode. What surprised me though was the spate of affairs she had been through, with men of all kinds having been through her. I could never fathom what juice anyone would get from her, but the fact remained that she was in much demand and sought for fun. Perhaps her affairs were more because of her ravishing hot, vodka guzzler Mom, for whom I still have the hots.

Coming back to theme of the film, I have known many people who have romanced their way through youth with someone but ultimately tied the knot with someone totally else. Infact I came to know that in many technical colleges down south, it is fashionable for Northie chicks to date those available and around, before flying off to their NRI grooms. A few of my classmates in post-graduation had a whale of time dating and coupling, later getting married to ‘childhood sweethearts’.

In a way, Love Aajkal is coming of age cinema defining the changing dating status, a far cry from Kuchh Kuchh Hota Hain 10 years back, wherein SRK famously proclaimed hum jeete hain ek baar, marte hain ek baar, zindagi main pyaar bhi ek baari hota hain. In the middle of film, Saif broaches taboo topic sex somewhere with Rishi Kapoor, when Rishi laments that Gen Y hits the bed at first opportunity, with abstinence and morals gone to the dogs. Perhaps it is the uncontrollable hormones and the liberal economy moolah, which is responsible for redefining Love Aaj Kal.