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Active Participation Was a film I made in the first year of graduation, in MBICEM. We were all so young and stupid back then, but not a bad film :)

That mother...

That mother, who lost her son, fighting over an issue as trivial as the nation. She sits next to the window and remembers her son, this young boy who would come running to her, all sweaty and tired, with that happy smile of the evening games. She sits next to the window and remembers her son. What is the nation which he died for? Is it the same national anthem which played in his school assembly, and gave him the goosebumps?  Is it the same nation, which he died for? What is the nation he died for? He was trained to kill unknown people, just because they wanted to enter his 'nation', How could he define this 'nation', how could he call that person his enemy, and his nation his 'own'. Had he met him at the road side chai-wala, would he have killed him. How could he kill him, didn't that man have a mother too? What is the nation did he die for? He was asked to fight for regions, which were unknown and unvisited, a condition as ba

Freedom!

February 2013, Jungpura, Delhi. This is the weather I have always loved about Delhi. The February sun is like the best thing you could ever get. It is comfortably cold and I am very happy that it is COLD. I had missed the cold ever since I moved to my days n Ahmedabad and Mumbai. So I am back! The one year spent at Mumbai has been quite rewarding in terms of work experience. I just want to be free now. What is freedom? How do u define it? Freedom is defined as being able to do anything anytime, irrespective of the timing, or the place where you are. That I believe, is freedom! I wanted a change of space, which I have. Will (hopefully) get a nice place to stay. And I want to write and keep writing... "In this nice and lazy weather, with sleepy eyes,  I write and get lost.  From the lost world, i hear sounds of Delhi I have lived in.  It is the same city which has survived ages and still stands upright with all the walls and the gates.  As I write, I wonder what is r

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 h

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...  

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 Del

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