CHERISH with HARISH

Rohan sat in front of Sheetal with folded hands. He wondered if it was the worst moment of his life or not. Sheetal was looking at the cup of coffee in his hands. She had tears in her eyes. She could not cry aloud, as it was the canteen and she could not be quiet as it was hurting. It had hurt her really hard inside when Rohan told her that he had started liking someone else . After being in a relationship for more than a year, it was difficult to hear such a thing from the person whom she had loved the most. There was stunned silence. They were not talking, but still everything was being communicated. It was the weirdest of communications; the communication through little gestures- of hands, frowns, eye-lids, lips and may be the vibes between them. To break that communication for a second, Rohan lifted the cup to have a sip of coffee. As he started gulping the hot sip, his eyes met Sheetal’s. They were red, with the veins crying on the white surface of the ball. T...

I had been living in this perception that I would work my country and bla bla bla. But in the last two weeks i have come accross some wierd events, incidents or to be honest, CALAMITIES. The people being exploited from the 'E' in the word till the end of it to 'D'. The tribals (bastar, kalinga, telengana etc.) have been asked and forced to vacate lands for SEZ's and other industries. Their houses being snatched... being killed... being allotted new houses which are located in unhealthy, inaccessible locations with no electricity, no water supply and no roads... exploitation at civic, economic and personal levels. It is from these locations that naxalites are born. The north east(nagas, mizos and other tribes), the Kashmiris, I had always thought that their demands are baseless, as meeting them would be breaking the country. But my recently changed mindset compared the same situation with Britain ruling over India and calling it a part of Brtain itself! I know that a...

Bangalore. Ahmedabad. when will they stop? By 'they' I don't mean the terrorists, 'cos we know that they would never stop! By 'they', I mean the intelligence agencies, the police... the security...the SYSTEM. In USA, there was 9/11 and nothing after that. I london, there were the tube blasts and nothing after that. But India has been happy showing its map to the world with points (cities) being injured every three months. Why are the intelligence agencies going careless. And if the common man thinks of asking the government about this, he is reminded of the shameful clips of the 'trust vote' scene in the parliament. The so-called leaders, leading the world's largest democracy with bundles of notes in their hands. And what about the common man? FUCK 'man'...

Well, I am all set. Yes, making a film is much more than a college assignment. i just went through Nemy's blog and saw a post on how she's 'having fun' making her first movie. She's pretty correct when she supports the popular opinion and says 'Documentary is safe and fiction is fake.' But I don't know why, i find making a fiction simpler (You know I am this lazy creature who just hates running after officials for permissions!). And you know, this is my second film, so I can be called 'one-film-old' in terms of experience (Uff, bloody airs!). But i am not writing all this because I want to talk about my film, but I want to talk about something else. It's called TEAMWORK. Whenever I have worked in a team, I have always deliberately taken the whole responsibility on my shoulders, with that I-am-a-workaholic-so-let-me work attitude (Bloody airs again!) But this time I have team members who have been willing to work; willing to contribute. Exci...

Hi blog, I wrote this poem when our college shifted from nizamuddin to the present location. It was disappointing, when compared to the older one, but i just wanted to force myself to be optimistic. Now we have spent almost 7-8 months here and we have learnt having fun here , shooting here, writing here; living here too. While flipping through my diaries, i found these lines of mine, bringing back memories of that moment; the moment i saw the new campus... i was disappointed, trying my best to be optimistc! (photo: Groovy) From NIZAMUDDIN to 120-B,MADANGIR. The wind blows, there are heavy snows, there's movement everywhere, but still there's some music in the air. There are no daffodils, there are no more lovely hills, there are numerous problems to scare, but still, there's some music in the air. Birds are flying away, I don't have any friends to play. I still have a million sorrows to share, but still, there's SOME MUSIC IN THE AIR...

The morning with that soothing sunrise, good enough to bid the sleepy eyes goodbye, asks me a simple question, 'are you ready for the war?' I get up and answer, 'yes, affirmative'! Morning laughs and says, "ARE YOU SURE?" I make up my mind and start the day. That distant college through a bike ride, those colleagues with shaky hugs and kisses. That subject which i don't like, that teacher with a frown set right. I ask myself, "Are you sure?" The noon with the sun overhead, trying to push me back to those sleepy eyes. The labs with that stunned darkness, ask me the question again, "Are you sure?" i think again and i search for the answer deep inside, it is still, 'yes, AFFIRMATIVE!' i lie down on the bed those questions again, the words 'affirmative' and 'yes' ask me again, "Are you sure?" i don't say a thing, i close my eyes and look back at those bike rides to college, those shaky hugs and kisses, ...

i love talking to non-living things- Papers, diaries, mirrors etc. Now I have a new friend... WEBSPACE! Hi blog..