CHERISH with HARISH

क्या गलत था, और क्या सही, क्या बड़ा था, और क्या छोटा, इन्ही उलझनों में तो फंस के रह गयी, मैं और तुम, तुम और मैं। आज भी हम यहीं देखते रहे, कि क्या-क्या है तुम्हारे पास, और क्या मेरे पास, और इसी में सिमटी रह गयी, लड़ाई तुम्हारी और लड़ाई मेरी। बस इसी लड़ाई में, फंस्स कर रह गई, सोच हमारी, ज़िन्दगी हमारी। क्या मेरा, क्या तुम्हारा।

That one day I prayed and prayed, in the far off lands I know, I saw that enchanted temple, I just saw that enchanted temple. I concentrated harder, and the visuals became clearer, of that pure enchanted temple, so clear, so true. I closed my eyes harder, I breathed with so much ease, I saw the enchanted temple, with more clarity and honesty. And then, passing through, all the channels of concentration, came Ma's voice, "Harish, come for dinner..."  And I opened my eyes, in shock, I was back in my room, with all the everyday things, around me, above me. I got up and left for food, I sat down with Ma's and Pa's love, tasty was the food, indeed, but I just could not take out, the visuals and the thoughts of, the enchanted temple...

"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 :)