gig last night went alright, but then again i am the last person you should ask if you want to know how i went - the only things that seem to stick with me are the silences. oh, how morbid. sounds sad but i think it holds true for anyone who performs. unless i have a rip-snorter of a gig where everyone is rolling around in the aisles (so to speak), i come away feeling a kinda blah. oh well, done's done.
recently, two bollywood actors who pretty much shaped my bolly-world when i was a kid, passed away. amrish puri was one of a handful of actors that always played the bad guy. he was scary as crap, the quintessential villain. i'm sure he was a great guy in real life, but he was the stuff of my childhood nightmares. for you non-bollywood types, here's some trivia - apart from the two hundred odd bollywood flicks he starred in, he also played the monkey-brain eating villan mola ram in 'indiana jones and the temple of doom'.
then last week i heard that parveen babi had died. i was quite shaken up by this news, especially since i found out about it by chance when my boss at work asked me if i'd heard the news about some bollywood actress that had passed away. the thing that made me the saddest was that she'd turned into a bit of a recluse, and she was all alone at the end. for someone that gave joy to so many, it seems unfair. my cousins and i loved her - she was the one we fought over 'being' when we re-created bollywood films at home, because she was the prettiest. thank you, parveen. i hope you're in a happier place now.