Sometimes imagination and creativity can precede reality. What we saw on TV recently (last week) was already a part of TV and a event like boy falling in the well had already happened before. But there in lies the difference.
Let me put it across to you and explain what I have observed and what amazes me. I am amazed that the boy in the well was a top media story here in India and who they rescued him became the rage in the country. Perhaps ever one saw those eyes staring at the camera and compared it with their own child's eyes.
But this has happened before in Animation series the Simpsons where Bart Simpson (throws his walky talky in the well) and the whole town tries to save the small boy from the well.
So I conclude that creativity can indeed be ahead of reality and things can happen in similar fashion in reel as well as real.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Well Sachin is fit again and for once 3 Mumbai players are in the team. That makes me happy as I wanted him to be back and now I do hope that he clicks for the team and does well.
As far as Mumbai is concerned I feel sad that these blasts happened killing so many innocent people. I strongly condemn these terrorist and hope that the God whom they believe in himself slaps them hard on their cheeks on judment day. I personally did not get affected so did I. Now I am alarmed to be in a crowded place in this city because I fear that I may lose my head some day. I donated blood but is that enough from my part for the city? I do not know.
So in memory of this tradedy and also for the loss of a beloved poet Jwalamukhi.
Here is an inprompto poem dedicated to all who have suffered.
Ek Jwalamukhi ayse phata ki suraj ko woh nigal gaya
Uske nafrat ke lava ne hamara har sukh cheen gaya
Na raha bas na baji basuri
Na rahi jaan na nikali awaj
Ese tabahi par jab lava fhehala
sab kuch normal ho gaya
Fir yadeein rahi wun jaano ki
wun raho hi wus seher ki
jo waha fula karte the.
Jwalamukhi ayse phata
timer lagakar
din dahade
ki dahta suraj ek Khaufnat maut ban gaya.
As far as Mumbai is concerned I feel sad that these blasts happened killing so many innocent people. I strongly condemn these terrorist and hope that the God whom they believe in himself slaps them hard on their cheeks on judment day. I personally did not get affected so did I. Now I am alarmed to be in a crowded place in this city because I fear that I may lose my head some day. I donated blood but is that enough from my part for the city? I do not know.
So in memory of this tradedy and also for the loss of a beloved poet Jwalamukhi.
Here is an inprompto poem dedicated to all who have suffered.
Ek Jwalamukhi ayse phata ki suraj ko woh nigal gaya
Uske nafrat ke lava ne hamara har sukh cheen gaya
Na raha bas na baji basuri
Na rahi jaan na nikali awaj
Ese tabahi par jab lava fhehala
sab kuch normal ho gaya
Fir yadeein rahi wun jaano ki
wun raho hi wus seher ki
jo waha fula karte the.
Jwalamukhi ayse phata
timer lagakar
din dahade
ki dahta suraj ek Khaufnat maut ban gaya.
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