CHERISH with HARISH

And it was just any other monsoon with the same old stories of a somewhat 'Early' monsoon and I don't know what all. What was new for me was that I was in back in Delhi fter ages... having spent a nice and 'full' monsoon last year at Mumbai. I had worked hard there and was slightly confused whether is it fool-proof to start something new in a city which is famous for all the wrong reasons, or should I say, is notorious. What happened was not a part of my plan. The films on which I had worked last year as an AD (Assistant Director) had begun to release now, when I was in Delhi. When in Mumbai, I could not see a glimpse of anything of this. What I had seen always and still believe in is the fact that one should work hard for TODAY and forget everything else. First came BOMBAY TALKIES, where I was assisting Dibakar Banerjee, and I was the Da (Director's Assistant), then came out SHIP OF THESEUS (by Anand Gandhi), where we had all worked very hard and never kne

Sitting in the auto I looked out, it was raining, with the roads full of people, getting late for office, getting later for work, which was anyway ahead of them, people getting late, as always. Sitting in the auto, I still looked out, at the non-stop rain, refusing to stop, refusing to fight against people getting late, refusing to inspire people, who were never late. Sitting in the auto, I noticed the sunlight coming up, lighting up every nook and corner, still drenched in the rain, with sun rays as beautiful as ever, making everything look as good as gold, but the people kept running, fighting with time. There were people running against time, and missing those shiny droplets of rain, getting lost in the sunlight, there were men and women fleeing in panic, and I was sure that they had definitely won the race against time, but they had defiinitely missed seeing the shine around them, they had missed how scenic the sky looked, they had missed how beautiful the

The play which was more of a dream, more of an illusion, which happened and there were smiles everywhere. There was applause, and there were so many things which we could learn, but what could not be described was the feelng on the stage, when we all bowed down after the play, together, and we all smiled with our heads bent, with so much of pride, such an award that smile was., Such joy. Such pleasure :)

A group of twelve men and women, from Kabul had recently visited India, to see and learn things at the Indian NGO's so that they could take and go back things to Afghanistan which would help them in rebuilding their society. These men and women had come through this organisation called Action Aid, Afghanistan. I had got a call from Action Aid India to make a film on this journey which these young men and women were taking. I got excited and I started shooting and travelling with the Afghan team for the next 4 days. This trip has been an eye opener not just for the Afghans but also for me. It has taught me a lot and also made me realise the fact that this country has so much to offer and I need to travel and explore so much before I talk . The film is getting ready and I would share it soon. Cheers

I got up early and i slept again. I definitely got up, but did i sleep well? With men dying in the mountains, and kids crying next to the dead bodies. I could not sleep at all. I just got up...

That open window, right above my pillow, has happy questions, with unhappy answers. The sun rays enter, wake me up, from dreams, unseen and unknown. Just because of that window, that open window above my pillow, that I keep forgetting my doubts and my problems, unseen and unknown. Questions I have, about life and death, murders and suicides. I stare into that window, and miss my parents, who are happy just with the memories of my happiness, all unseen and unknown. So, it is just this windo, which answers my questions, all unseen and unknown. JUST THAT OPEN WINDOW and nothing else.