CHERISH with HARISH

"Nahi saamne...ye 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 fr

(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. And...it 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...

So, I took a huge break. This was not intentional but it just happened. From me getting my knee operated to me getting busy in a shoot to me falling in again, this was not meant to be intentional. It just happened. But now, I am back in Mumbai (formerly Bombay!). I am back in the chaos which I had left about a couple of months ago. Mid-way, I got ideas to write and I wrote too. But you see, I was too tired to come and put it up on the blog. So now, I am going to post all of those poems and short stories on the blog. Ye :) And then there is this new book of poems- Well yes, I have developed a new stule of poetry which is kind of unusual (and strange), I'll share poems from that book and your reaction is welcome. t's just strange and weird for now. Thats it! So there are more plans (short films, photos, short stories etc) which I would be sharing from now on... So, Dear Readers... welcome to my blog...AGAIN  :)

It was raining that day, Right through the day, Into the night, It was raining that day. It reminded me of Aaji, Of her presence and her stories. As I thought more of her, I thought more of her stories, Of why did they end like the way she wanted them to? Or why did they end to teach us a lesson? Sitting at the window, I thought more of her stories, Of why did the tiger agree to get back to the cage, Of how could the Brahmin speak like a human-being, To that tiger, who had just jumped out of the cage, Of why didn’t the tiger protest? Or may be eat that Brahmin up? Why couldn’t the tiger protest? Aaji was not there to answer my questions, Some questions, stay as questions. With no answers, none whatsoever. Dear Aaji, Rest In Peace.

This is the trailer of my diploma film (final film) at NID. The film is called 'The Uljhu Journal'. I havn't uploaded the film yet. Will share it soon. Have a look at the trailer for now. Cheers :)

When you work so hard, that you don't realise how tired you are. When you don't eat for a long time, and you start losing that feeling of hunger. It is then, that it is all dreamy! When everything moving around you, is at a surreal pace. When you see that people are alive, just because they breathe together. It is then, that it is all dreamy! When you want to SLEEP, but more than that, you want PEACE. A slumber where you know, that there would be no tensions after waking up. Here, reality looks like a dream, a dream, which you are just a part of, a dream, where your actions won't change anything, a dream, where being tired is just a state of mind. It's all dreamy! It's a race, where everyone is running, no winners, no losers, just running! But it was your choice, your decision, you chose to run, you enjoyed it. It is no doubt dreamy, but you are loving it, so DREAM ON...

This is Dr. Harivanshrai Bachchan's 'Madhushala'. I picked up 4 poems and composed a tune. Venkatram Vishwanathan played the guitar and I sang it. :) http://snd.sc/AbBfDU