Monday, August 20, 2012

Time at NID

I had just reached NID and what I saw was a broken main gate. Yes, there were things going on with respect to increasing the main road area which was in turn cut down on the 'chai-gate' and the main gate area. But this is how it looked now, may be it would change once it's done.

I took my bag and I walked in. So, this is the first trip I have made to NID where I have no work. Literally no work at all. So, why was I in NID then. The plan was simple- to meet Saheb to do some research on the documentary I am planning to work on in the next 6 months; to get the DVD covers of my dip film ready and consult Reuben (a friend) for the design, to meet Pravin and talk of a new project in Ahmedabad. As I had just figured this list of what to do in the city, I was in the city.

But as I take a walk across my campus, there are things changing. There  are innumerable new faces whom I do not know as of now, there are structural changes happening in the campus which make it look different, and there are none of batch mates around. So, as i got bored and lonely over the day I saw what all had changed over a period of 4 months. This NID is very different from the NID I knew back then. But it's OK, may be it's different till I know these people. Once I know them, it will be my NID.

So, by the evening I met a batchmate of mine and got to know that many of my batchmates will be on campus in a couple of days. They would be here to submit their final projects. Relief it was!

So, at the end it's all about the people. I look for familiar faces in a crowd. I might find them soon, or may be I'll just befriend people from the crowd and there'll be a new group of faces whom I can call friends.

I get a meeting fixed with Saheb to talk to him, I message and get an appointment with Pravin Mishra too and meanwhile, the main-gate breaking and re-making continues... :)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

वो छोटी सी लड़ाई।

क्या गलत था, और क्या सही,
क्या बड़ा था, और क्या छोटा,
इन्ही उलझनों में तो फंस के रह गयी,
मैं और तुम, तुम और मैं।

आज भी हम यहीं देखते रहे,
कि क्या-क्या है तुम्हारे पास,
और क्या मेरे पास,
और इसी में सिमटी रह गयी,
लड़ाई तुम्हारी और लड़ाई मेरी।

बस इसी लड़ाई में,
फंस्स कर रह गई,
सोच हमारी,
ज़िन्दगी हमारी।

क्या मेरा, क्या तुम्हारा।

The 'enchanted' temple

That one day I prayed and prayed,
in the far off lands I know,
I saw that enchanted temple,
I just saw that enchanted temple.

I concentrated harder,
and the visuals became clearer,
of that pure enchanted temple,
so clear, so true.

I closed my eyes harder,
I breathed with so much ease,
I saw the enchanted temple,
with more clarity and honesty.

And then, passing through,
all the channels of concentration,
came Ma's voice,
"Harish, come for dinner..."

 And I opened my eyes, in shock,
I was back in my room,
with all the everyday things,
around me, above me.

I got up and left for food,
I sat down with Ma's and Pa's love,
tasty was the food, indeed,
but I just could not take out,
the visuals and the thoughts of,
the enchanted temple...

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Parsi story...

"Nahi alag baat hai..."

This is the song which plays in the background as of now. It's 01:13 AM at night and it's raining outside my house.It is slightly humid but it's nice and wet in general.

I traveled across the city last night to shoot my first ad. The time was not exactly night, but it somehow looked like night. It was 4 am when we got into the taxi, and the feel of the sleeping city felt more like night than an early morning. With the cold monsoon breeze touching me, I would like to call it 'Night'. The place where we went was an old Parsi colony in Byculla in Mumbai ( formerly Bombay).

I must tell you that we had to meet the rest of the crew by 7:00 am but we reached there at 6 and the place was beautiful. It was not completely day-break, but there was enough light to admire the beauty of the place. There were just a few close knit buildings of the old times architecture- neat and clear. The buildings were made in 1908 but the freshness of the place was refreshing. It was all for real.

The Parsi community came to India in the early 12th century to the village of Sanjan in Gujarat. They are believed to be descendants of the present day Persians, but there is no present day contact between the two. A true Parsi kid is the one who has both his parent as Parsis. If one of his parents is a non-Parsi, the kid is not a Parsi anymore. So, the community is fighting for its presence in India. With the population of the Parsi community to be around 70, 000 in the 2001 census, their struggle continues.

I got into the Udipi cafe right next to the colony. I had ordered for a chai. As I had chai, I thought more about the Parsis.

Parsis are people who are physically different from the rest of us. They are fair, good-looking men and women whose fairness sometimes hides their facial features!

Parsis are the people who got cricket and films to India with pride. From Tatas to Manekshaws, they were all Parsis... I was lost in all these thoughts about Parsis and people's faces came to my mind who had been my friends and were Parsis- Shahrukh Pithawala and Farzan Dalal. Both of them very bright individuals, but I never regarded them to be of this community. But both... very good freinds of mine!

I finished my chai, the crew was there and we started shooting. Very soon on the shoot, there was this superstar who was a muslim- SRK.
There were Parsi kids in the colony who had come to see the film star. There were women peeping from their windows and smiling at SRK. Some kids came to him and shook hands too.

It's around 2 now and this series of visuals crosses my mind when I think of yesterday's shoot. These are weird visuals of Parsi kids lining up to catch a glimpse of this superstar. These are weird visuals which do not make a lot of sense to me but they are visuals which are stuck with no notes: Fair Parsi kids...a wheatish SRK... An old community coming to India from Iran...STAR!

I just thought I should share this and I did that :P You know what, it is still raining, and I think I should bid you Goodnight on that happy Parsi thought... Goodnight :)

That photograph...

(I wrote this poem in my hospital room . I was lying down with me sitting under this random picture in my hospital room, which had a couple walking away from the camera. was raining! :)

That photograph on my wall,
right above the bed,
it had so many untold stories,
so many of them.

That young couple,
walking away from the camera,
with hand in hand,
had so many things to tell me,
but more importantly,
it had so many things to tell each other.

What if I knew the girl,
or the boy,
or anyone,
but they never turned!
What if...?

I had so many questions,
so many doubts to clear,
but none of them turned,
none of them.

It was just a plain photograph on my wall,
right above my bed,
with so many untold stories...

'Ram Ram' India!

Bajju, Rajasthan. 9 pm In Bajju, every morning I wake up for chai and smile at strangers, who break their 'Being strangers' tag ...