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Thursday, February 23, 2012


A recent visit to Haji Ali, Mumbai

 Though the surrounding were untidy and dirty, but the 15th century Dargah was serene inside.

More images clicked by me on my Flick photostream...
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The 'shift' phase!

So, now there is a new phase. The moment I had finished my diploma film, I had started working in Delhi. It was nice to come back to Delhi (especially in the winters!). I seriously had no idea about the 'industry' in Delhi. There were many things I saw and learnt in these last 7 months of working in Delhi. Now, the problem is that I am getting bored of this city.
And moreover, the kind of work I want to do happens in Mumbai. So, very recently I took this very important decision of SHIFTING to MUMBAI!  (As if there are people waiting for me in Mumbai to come and join their PROJECTS! Ha!)
As I try to figure out things for Mumbai (I prefer 'Mumbai' over 'Bombay'. You see 'Mumbai' sounds very raw, pretty much like the city!) I am in the process of wrapping up my work in Delhi. I have been burning the midnight oil to finish the edit of this documentary which I am making for an NGO. I'll be very honest...It's a BORING topic! But  you know, Work is WORSHIP and the CLIENT is GOD...

So, the week coming up is getting deadlines with it and (certainly) money, if I meet those deadlines. I guess, money good enough for me to begin in Mumbai.

After working so hard and so much in Delhi, I just hope and pray that I do not stay unemployed in Mumbai for long. The 'Struggle' begins...

(PS: The Indian Hockey team playing like champions in the Olympics Qualifier, defeating Singapore 15-something, Italy 8-1, France 6-2 and Canada 3-2! Yay...)

Saturday, February 18, 2012

A good hall, a bad movie!

In a recent trip to Mumbai, we came up with a random plan to watch Agneepath. Looking at the way Hrithik Roshan was throwing parties to celebrate the film's first week, I was quite excited for the film.

Eros theater is this single-screened cinema hall in South Mumbai. Yes, SINGLE-SCREEN! There are many things I love about a single-screen movie hall, but what attracts me the most is the size of the screen, and a result, the size of the hall. You look at such halls and you realize why FILM is a BIG-screen medium.
Eros Cinema, Mumbai

Though there are multiplexes coming up with halls with better picture quality and Dolby sound, but when it comes to size, they are not even close to the single-screen halls.
We took a balcony seat. From the balcony I could see the stalls down there and everyone seated in the hall. This is the second thing I love about huge single-screen halls. When you see so many people in the hall, you are glad that you're watching the film with so many people. So, if there's a joke on the screen, you know there were would be so many people who would laugh with you!

The film would be beginning in 5 minutes. I love those ads and trailers which are screened before the film. It is always amazing to watch ads and movie trailers on the big screen. It is so GRAND!

And then began the film...AGNEEPATH...
The first half was good, with good editing, good performances and a good story progressing. I loved the lyrics (by Amitabh Bhattacharya) and the music too (Ajay Atul).
The film
So, in the interval, I was happy both at the awe of the hall and the way the film was progressing. I bought 2 samosas and coke, and again I was back at the seat, all excited about the film.

What I think was the best part of the film was Rishi Kapoor's performance: so effortless, so powerful! And out of no where, with a wierd character his character is wiped off from the film. And that comes as the first blow to the film.

And then begins the fall of Agneepath. A bad story, bad direction, unnecessary characters (Priyanka chopra's character!) and the worst...Hrithik Roshan's dialogue delivery.  I have always hated his dialogue delivery. He ends up eating half of the words and you  end up seeing veins on his face with weird sounds coming out of his mouth.
I was ready to ignore all this and I just wanted a good climax. But, that I think was the worst part of the film...
So, if you want to see how to make a good first half, watch this.
In the middle of 2nd half I was sad that it is not turning out to be a good film, but by the end of the film I was laughing that it was pretty bad.

So, in a way we left the hall HAPPY, admiring the Eros theater.
Long live the Single-screen halls!

PS: The worst moment of the film is when Hrithik Roshan recites Dr. Harivanshrai Bachchan's poem 'Agneepath' and you don't get a single word!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

वो चमचमाता समुंदर,
अंदर जिसके, बसते कई अनजाने से शहर?

या वो तेज़ बहती नदी,
गुणगान में जिसके जलते वो अनगिनत दिये,
और गाये जाते वो असंख्य गान?
कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

क्या वो खाई गहरी, भीतर जो छिपाय बैठी,
पर्वत के सुंदर राज़?

या वो ज्वालामुखी, जो दबाय बैठा है
शतकों की आग, मन में अपने?
कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

क्या ये आसमां ज़्यादा गहरा, जिसमे समा जाता,
वो शीतल चंद्रमा उस खौलते सूरज संग?

और वो तारे मानो सपने हो...
टिमटिमाते, चमकते, छोटे...पर अनगिनत,
सपने ही हो।

या गहरा वो कुआँ, जो नानी के घर में,
पीढ़ियों से शांत बैठा है,
कई कहानियाँ छिपाय, राजाओं की,
कहानियाँ गहराई की?
कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

गहरी तो है उड़ान, उस कौवे की,
जो न देखती कोई मुल्क, न कोई मजहब,
देखती तो बस वो भूख,
उड़ान भूख की।

या शायद गहरी है मेरी नींद,
अनजाने ख्वाबों में जो ले जाती किसी और लोक में,
बंद आँखों से मुझे इतना कुछ दिखलाती,
खुली आँखों से जो मैं सोच भी न पता।
कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

गहरी है कहानियाँ, जिनके अंत दे जाते सीख?
या गहरा है हर दिन,
जिसके अंत में है,
 अगले दिन के शुरुआत की सीख?
 कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

क्या गहरी ये कलम, जो लिखते जाती
भूत और भविष्य, मुहावरे और कहानियाँ,
पर थम जाती बिन स्यही के?

या गहरी है मेरी-तुम्हारी सोच?
जो बनाती अल्लाह-भगवाब,
और फिर करवाती दंगे इन्ही के हाथों?

क्या बस यहीं तक रेह गयी है गहराई?
वो गहराई?
अब बतलाओ,
कौन गहरा ज़्यादा?

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Up for more...

Up for more journeys,
far and clean,
lost in those clouds of dust
and songs of the new breeze.

Up for more routes,
which entangle with no ends,
and shine like those sweat beads,
on my tired forehead.

Up for more towns,
which have stories hidden,
under those old doormats,
wrapped with the whispers of time.

I am up for more,
with limits as vast as the blue sky
as deep as the far ocean,
and as complex as you and me.
Up for more...