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Gogoji, Aapka Ghagra

 Day 02 - Favourite Movie

In a confession that often astounds friends and family, I'm not much of a movie-watcher. I rarely watch movies. It took me over a year to watch 3 Idiots, I haven't seen Sholay, the definitive movie for millions of movie-going Indians and I haven't watched Avatar and I haven't watched Casablanca, Gone With The Wind or The Godfather either. Cinemas aren't really my thing and I go for the movie to be with my friends and have fun as opposed to intently watching a film for its own sake.

But what I do watch more than occasionally on the other hand is Zee Cinema. A certain friend of mine thinks that is proof that I'm actually 90, but that's neither here or there. So if any of you out there actually watch Zee Cinema, you'll know what I do. That one of the most repeated movies on Zee Cinema is Andaz Apna Apna. Now you may disagree with me here, but I do think that that film is a cult classic with good ol' slapstick comedy.


Luckily, for me, my brother loves this movie too and several evenings have been spent in front of the television in paroxysms of laughter. Also, a colleague of mine, I, is another huge fun and many dull work afternoons have passed with us quoting legendary dialogues from the movie to each other such as 'Kiske Mama Ki Gun", "Teja Main hoon, Mark Idhar hai, Aankhen nikaal kar gotiya khelunga' and my most favourite dialogue in the movie, "Gogoji, Aapka Ghagra".

Now I'm off to find a hole to hide myself in from this extremely embarrassing revelation.

What's your favourite movie? Go on, tell me!



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