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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Gokul

(This story is an introduction of a series of stories I have been writing, called 'Gokul's Summer Vaccation'. So read and comment. The series would be out (hopefully in print) soon. Enjoy...)


It was a 2 bhk apartment which had four people staying in it. Gokul was one of them sharing the partment.
Gokul Srinivas was new in Mumbai and his search for a job was on. It was just the day before, when he had turned 23. Gokul believed that it was his worst birthday ever. He got calls only from Ma and Pa . All his friends just sent him smses. He would have taken them with happiness, but not on a day when he was frustrated at the situation he was trapped in- A new city- No job- Very expensive!
Gokul entered the room and closed the door behind him. There was some relief for Gokul as his roommate was not home and he had the whole room to himself. Gokul sat on the floor and felt sad at the way things were moving, or not moving at all.
As he was looking around for deviations to enter his life, his eyes stopped at an old framed  photograph. It had his motther, his father and himself. The young 'Gokul' he saw, had no tensions of a job, or of living in a new city. But Gokul wondered that though he did not have any of these pressures, but he was definitely independent and HAPPY.
The image was clicked on his 9th or 10th birthday during the summer vaccations. Yes, the summer vaccations. Amazing they were, always. That was a period Gokul would like to travel back into and live. He just wished that he had a time machine.
Gokul realised that his time machine was waiting for him to be boarded. He took out his diary and started writing. This was the time machine which Gokul always had and was proud of it- WRITING.
With the words he wrote, he started getting into that zone when this Hyderabadi boy was in a small town in Madhya Pradesh. He was in class 4th and he remembered that time really well. He did not know why was he writing these stories. They could be published some day, or even if they were never published, they were giving Gokul a joy which he could not put in words.
With huge amounts of joy and nostalgia, Gokul started writing his re-collection of ... GOKUL'S SUMMER VACCATION.

पता नहीं क्यूँ ?


शुरू सही ही की थी कविता,
सही शब्द, सही विराम,
पर कहीं बीच में, थम सा गया हूँ।
पता नहीं क्यूँ?

विचार बहुत हैं, असीमित।
ख्याल बहुत हैं, असंख्य।
पंक्तियाँ भी बहुत हैं, अनगिनत।
अब कैसे लगाऊँ?
क्या लगाऊँ?
कहाँ लगाऊँ?
बस बीच में, थम सा गया हूँ।
पता नहीं क्यूँ?

गीत भी लिखना शुरू ही किया था,
सुबह की गर्मा-गर्म कॉफी के साथ,
सही अल्फ़ाज़ बने, और बढ़ा गाना मेरा,
पर अब न समझूँ, की कोरस क्या होगा,
पता नहीं कहीं बीच में,
थम सा गया हूँ।
पता नहीं क्यूँ?

न मैं थमता, और न ही सोचता,
ख़ुश हूँ की मैंने शुरुआत तो की,
थमा हूँ, पर रुका नहीं,
विकल्प अब भी जारी है।
थम ज़रूर गया हूँ, पर कविता,
अब भी जारी है।
सोच अब भी जारी है।
जारी है...

 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Shift!



3rd March 2011 was the day I had reached Bombay and my 'struggle' had just started. So in the last 10 months I have been working day in and day out and I seem to be loving this. I had started working as an intern in Recyclewala films with Anand Gandhi and helped (ran around) in the post production of 'Ship of Theseus'. After this, I joined AKFPL (Anurag Kashyap Films Pvt Limitid).
Another journey that was assisting Shlok Sharma and in the group where all film students want to be a part of. Quite an experience as t was also my first feature film, where I was the continuity AD. Taught me a lot of things and I became friends with a huge group of nice people.
I did an ad film and a couple of prjects here and there and I got admission in DBP (Dibakar Banerjee Production) as the DA (Direcor's Assistant) on his new short film which is a part of a bigger feature. The process I am sure was a big learning process for me. But to add to it, Dibakara had got 2 AD's from Delhi. They are actually documentary film-makers whom Dibakar had met in Osian's in Delhi.
So it is only in this process am I able to stop working for a while , take a step back and look at my life. I am working hard, very hard and this has been an awesome experience, but I guess I am somehow missing on the part I loved the most...I am missing documentaries, my theatre, my writing has suffered. And then the biggest thing i miss in Bombay is the political debates we would have before, with random people. When I look at all these things the only city in India which comes to my mind is DELHI!
So the thinking continues. This is a big decision as my parents are neither in Delhi nor in Mumbai. So moving in Delhi would be a tough decision but I like the whole concept of doing Documentaries and theatre, which I had been doing before I had come to mumbai.

So amidst ll these thoughts and confusion, I get the atisfaction that my journey did not stop in Bombay. I do not know if I move to Delhi or not, but what I like is the fact that I questioned myself. So this project ends in march after which I can move. It will also be a year in Bombay. Let us see. Happy confusion  am in, just need to resolve issues!

As I am confused in the Delhi-Bombay debate, the whole country is fired up for the Delhi rape case. But what hurts is the fact that even after this terrible incident there have been rape cases being reported in Bengal and Bombay. Terrible it is. How can man be so inhuman.
RIP Nirbhaya...

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Dream on wheels



Every morning,
at the Andheri station as I stand,
I see millions of dreams,
multiple lives, fighting with each other,
over-taking each other,
amidst all the announcements of the trains coming,
I see the train, the shining Local,
all set to accomodate all the dreams inside.
We all jump up on the dream on wheels.
The journey begins...

Each train is a world in its own right,
Full of races,
full of people getting late,
full of noises,
full of illogical jokes people laugh on,
full of the Mumbai I see and know of,
full of ...Life,
There is a reason why are they called the dream on wheels!

As I stand waiting for Bandra to come,
I see a group of people playing music and singing,
these are all religious songs, as loud as the train sounds are,
sung in voices which are absolutely brilliant,
in terms of power and talent.
The train approaches Bandra,
I see them stop singing, packing up,
They are all office goers, who just sing for the time to pass.
Absolutely awesome it is.
As I stand and wonder about these powerful talents,
The dream on wheels leave Bandra.

Every day I see fisher men carrying fish on their head,
standing next to software engineers dressed in formals.
I see students going to college,
standing next to street kids who are confused where to go.
Such is the beauty of this beautiful train journey,
the beauty of a world where all the class differences disappear,
where you do not know whose hand is it holding the bar upon ur head,
is it a rich business man or is it just a fisherman,
and the Dream on wheels continue.

The speed at which the train moves is awesome,
that is the reason why people prefer it to any road transport.
There are random tales which people tell,
and surprisingly there are unknown listeners,
so the conversation goes on,
from Sachin Tendulkar's retirement to the Delhi rape case,
from the workers' strike last week to anything,
it just goes on and on and the train stops.
There are no business cards exchanged,
no phone numbers being told,
People just leave withot even saying a bye.
Strange friendship which happens everyday,
with new faces with the same old topics.
Such is the story on Dreams on wheel since ages.


The trains have been the pulse of Bombay,
in an unknown way of life, they teach you everything,
everything from adjusting to compromising,
in a city which is proud of its jewel- its PEOPLE!
As I get down at Dadar thinking about the beauty of relationships,
The proud dream on wheels continue.

K. Harish Singh. 1st january 2013.