Khamoshi

Ise Khamoshi Ki Fariyad suno tum

tumhe kitni bate sunai degi

Hawa ki ise rukh ke saath jao

Tumhe kitni manzile dekhai degi


Hey Dil hey zubhan

tu kis liye hai pareshan.

Jo rahe teri hai maan mein

Use ko hakikat mein kar de bayane

Fear- In the eyes.

It was a dark night and as he took her along the shadows lengthening and silence haunting road, a voice of reason told him to go back. But hell she was not scared, so why was he.

The road which he took was not the usual one. Why did he take it. Well she asked him to and he could not say no. He was her guy after all and now perhaps it was time to behave like one.

The path was narrow and the view of the valley was stunning. The lights from the city below looked like a a necklace. He felt as someone was following them.The trees and their shadows created illusions. But this gut feeling was no illusion. Someone else was there.
The breeze disturbed the silence as it whistled through the woods. His fingers felt shaky but the chill was in his throat. Who is watching us.

And while this was going in his mind. She was having fun, she came close and whispered to him to relax and feel free. She was happy. He was not. His mind was worried about someone following them.

And then he saw a boy. He looked 4 years old but had wrinkles all across his face and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Diya look there" he said and then he heard a scream and he felt something wrong was happening.

"Hey Diya " She collapsed. And the boy had a grin on his face.

He lifted Diya, picked her up and he ran. He ran fast. He ran in panic. He was not sure if the Kid was - a kid or a ghost but he was scared for his life and Diya and as he was running climbing down the hill, he lost his balance and he blanked out.

He opened his eyes. The blood shot eyes were staring at him. No it was not the kid, it was not Diya, but a Viper and then he saw his arm and he realised that he was already bitten and the last memories he had were not memories but hallucinations. The walk, the fear, the boy, the scream and the grin were all in his head. All that was actually real was Diya running around looking for help and his slow but inevitable death.

The Pune Watch - The Festival of communication

Fest O Comm - Or the Festival of Communication. I have seen this Festival over the last 4 years and I have to admit that this fest has played a small part in shaping me. From Alyque Padamsee who taught me the magic of ideas and how to look for them anywhere to Bhaskar Das who shared how TOI was marketed. From Convergence to Partnerships, I have seen it all.


So when last year this event did not happen, for all the valid and logical reasons, it did hurt me a bit. And as I see this festival this year it seems that something good is returning.


Yes the content needs to be more tighter but I am happy that the fest is back and sharing this was least I could do.


Congrats and cheers for the organizers of this year . We had few good people this year including the current CM of the state and I feel that the learning for me has been immense. I would thus thank FOC.

Random Watch

It seems that sometimes the sanest thing to do is to take a risk. Not because risk taking is rewarding but because the comfort zone is not comfortable anymore. The Life of a communicator is strange because half of it demands him to know as to exactly what he wants to communicate and the other half is about as to how his communication would be interpreted.

The Mehula - hula times - Natraj Conspires

It does matter that I got hit on the head

It was long before I could go to bed, it was long before I could be dead

But I did dance instead

And what a strange ironic hand destiny played.



The Natraj came to be and said -

" Cheer up old sport, why so tense.

Follow your heart and it would lead you to sense."



And when your mind is clear

that  you leave it to chance

Thats when you can bring out

The heart felt dance



The technique was mediocre

The Footwork minimal

And still the grace and joy

Made the heart flutter, made the heart enjoy.


Made the life a little easy

Eased the dimensions and added joy

And in all this all I had to do

Was to let go

And let the dance  take me

to new paradigms ready to explore


I just followed what inspired be from within

The Natraj or something conspired for me to begin

And as I ended, it felt that the balance was tilted

And the head spins a little less and the body spins more instead.

 

Yamla Pagla Deewana and Dhobi Ghat (The new Munna in town)

to say about a movie where Sunny Deol is the sense and the voice of reason. Yes it was a mad capper filled with Punjabi humour, over the top situations and where DDLJ met some drunken slapstick humour.

The best part was the characters were happy to let go and do their bit. They even made spoofs on their Stereotype.The production was tacky at times but even that was added as a joke. The second half thus was indeed enjoyable.

Now to state the weaklinks - a) over drunk shots by Dharam, Bobby (could have done with a few lesser) , b) Dancing c) Acting by Sunny Deol - Now to state that Sunny Deol can act is not a joke as he can but lately he seems to have gone under the shell where he does not want to adapt or improvise. d) Having emotions in a movie which deserved to be a comic capper. (Debatable but a point of view)

When you come out of a movie like that the silence is misleading but the silence after Dhobi Ghat had just one thing to offer. So much to offer and yet it disappoints. The montage is excellent. The people real. The silent grandma offers hope and then haunts but as Prateek and Aamir carry out their roles, you feel the vacuum.

The Tapes and the point of view of outsider was a good concept but it went patchy and the intensity of curiosity built into the mind of Arun (Aamir) goes missing. Why was he so curious, how he felt should have been shown. Sly was good as a character but just as one started to like Prateek as Munna, his brother who is bound to die, dies (too soon) and movie comes to its logical (abrupt) end.

But a take on Munna though.

Aamir the Munna of 1990's (Rangeela, Ghulam) was a very dream loving Munna. He was likable but filmy. But he created a impact. I wont go to other Munna (Sanjay Dutt) as we are talking street Munnas and not Munna Bhais.

This Munna was real. Not filmy. Doing real street jobs - like bun maska of Salaam Mumbai. His reason to be in Mumbai was real - hunger, his dream of being a film star was also real. Wish this Munna had more screen time and a reason to succeed / fail. But alas it ends abruptly.

Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

I wondered today if Atheism was right. If really no God existed and as Sachin looked up at heavens once again after his 51st test century.Was it a wasteful execution of emotions.

It feels like that sometimes though when you work for something and in the end the result seems out  of place or wrong. Then what do you do. Do you believe that there is a God and he will watch over you or would you go about life as if its an cosmic accident. That allof us live with no purpose.

Faith is a choice. Faith has helped humans from the start. But it has also discriminated, killed or spread hatred.

So there are times in ones life when things seem wrong and one wonders if God exists, why does he behave so unconcerned. Thus as things crash around you, you tend to think 

what's wrong with you?

 Why is it that people /situations tend to hurt you while they favour others? 

Why does the present seem so bad?

When such questions start to spread remember that what happened till now is done. It can not be changed. Its past. Treat it like a story. A fiction story. Write it down and read to yourself 4 to 5 times till you get bored of it. Then think of the future you want to have. Work backwards from that future to   have goals which you can target.

As for God. Its a matter of belief. It works wonders if you do but one can do quite well in life even without believing. So its a choice.