Isn’t it the slightest bit ironic that a movie dedicated to the spirit of Chandni Chowk premiered in South Delhi? Why couldn’t the Delhi 6 guys hold their red-carpet gala in Golcha or Delite?
Having witnessed a crowds-gone-mad incident recently, I can’t really say I blame them.
Early morning last week, I happened upon a shooting in CP. Saif and Kareena were in a car, giving re-take after re-take for a 20-second shot. Walking innocently to work, I was caught in a wave of enthusiastic fans and sadistic bystanders. The crowd grew and grew and grew until it couldn’t be managed anymore.
They broke the rope, ignored the cops, and gathered around the actors’ car. Even with absolutely no love for either actor, I was afraid for them. The car was hidden under a sea of people pushing, shoving and abusing for one glimpse of Kareena’s scowl.
Now that Delhi is so fashionable with Bollywood, chances are you will catch a shoot taking place once every three months. Enter at your own peril, however, because the rowdy, brazen Delhiite is even more dangerous in a mob. The Delhi 6 crew was so hassled by Delhi’s unruly crowds while filming here that they had to re-create Delhi in Rajasthan! When Akshay Kumar and Deepika Padukone came to HT House to promote Chandni Chowk to China (PS: I liked that movie) people broke the fence around the building for that elusive glimpse of the duo.
We’re always cribbing about how no movies are filmed in our city, but what do we do when someone does come along? We shoo away the few actors who dare to brave the walled and un-walled frontiers of Delhi.
There’s a line in the title track of Delhi 6 (Rahman redeems himself with this movie) that captures the essence of Delhi: yeh shehar nahi mehfil hai. Truly, Delhi is not a city, certainly not a swanky big city. It’s a gathering of hooligans, a soiree of mischief makers...and a salon of warm-hearted earthy people.