Appetite for crying

While commuting to office and back I hope there would be lots and lots of traffic on Bangalore roads, so that I can get more time to turn up the volume and listen to songs from TZP [Taare Zameen Par], and cry my heart out, in the privacy of my car, sunglasses shielding my eyes :-)
Have been doing this since Sunday, and I can't seem to stop the tears each time I listen to the music.
Kholo Kholo, Mera Jahan, Maa and Jame Raho, these are my favourites form the soundtrack and I have not gotten tired of listening to them again and again.

Another Sunset

Kholo Kholo - Taare Zameen Par

Kholo Kholo Darwaze
Parde Karo Kinare
Khuntey Se Bandhi Hai Hawa
Mil Ke Chhudao Saare

Aajao Patang Leke
Apney Hi Rang Leke
Aasmaan Ka Shamiyana
Aaj Hamein Hai Sajana

Kyun Is Kadar Hairaan Tu
Mausam Ka Hai Mehmaan Tu
O, Duniya Sajee Tere Liye
Khud Ko Zara Pehchaan Tu

Tu Dhoop Hain Cham Se Bikhar
Tu Hai Nadee O Bekhabar
Beh Chal Kahin Ud Chal Kahin
Dil Khush Jahan Teri Toh Manzil Hai Wahin

O, Kyun Is Kadar Hairaan Tu
Mausam Ka Hai Mehmaan Tu

Baasi Zindagi Udaasi
Taazi Hasney Ko Raazi
Garma Garma Saari
Abhi Abhi Hai Utaari

O, Zindagi To Hain Patasha
Meethi Meethi Si Hai Aasha
Chakh Le Rakh Le
Hatheli Se Dhak Le Ise

Tujh Mein Agar Pyaas Hai
Baarish Ka Ghar Bhi Pass Hai
O, Roke Tujhe Koi Kyon Bhala
Sang Sang Tere Aakash Hai

Tu Dhoop Hain Cham Se Bikhar
Tu Hai Nadee O Bekhabar
Beh Chal Kahin Ud Chal Kahin
Dil Khush Jahan Teri Toh Manzil Hai Wahin

Khul Gaya Aasmaan Ka Rasta Dekho Khul Gaya
Mil Gaya Kho Gaya Tha Jo Sitara Mil Gaya, Mil Gaya

O, Roshan Hui Saari Zameen
Jagmag Hua Saara Jahaan
Udne Ko Tu Azad Hai
Bandhan Koi Abh Hai Kahan

Tu Dhoop Hain Cham Se Bikhar
Tu Hai Nadee O Bekhabar
Beh Chal Kahin Ud Chal Kahin
Dil Khush Jahan Teri Toh Manzil Hai Wahin

O, Kyun Is Kadar Hairaan Tu
Mausam Ka Hai Mehmaan Tu

Taare Zameen Par

If you are going to watch just one Hindi movie this year, let this be your choice and trust me you won't come out disappointed. A Brilliant film, that put all my apprehensions about Amir Khan's directorial debut to rest from the very first frame, and it never ever slipped, not even once.
Mera to saara childhood hi revise ho gaya. I was absolutely high strung after watching the movie and still am after having slept over it. It is not a sad film, it is an overwhelming experience.
It was amazing to watch what I have always believed in, being played on screen,
and all I could do was wish that a character like Nikumbh Sir would have been part of my life.
Each and every moment in the movie is worth cherishing. the antics of eshaan, his insecurities his fears. This is not a film about dyslexia, This is a movie about childhood and all the fantastic voyages we all took back then.
If you want to know just how vulnerable a child can get, get off your ass and go watch this movie.

And the music is simply superb. I know I am running out of superlatives, but this movie deserves that.

The Bad Touch

Love the lyrics of this song, have been humming it ever since I heard it.

Jaadu

Raagapella – Jaadu Teri Nazar

Still on Nat geo

To all the guys who think that they are perverts or over-obsessed with sex {which we all are}, relax. We are far better than males of a particular species, who are literally on a suicide mission to get laid.
yes I am talking about black widow spider.

Mating Dance

Ever watched Nat Geo, when they play those animal kingdom mate stories? Well I did and had a blinding flash of an insight.
Males of all species participate in a primal ritual labeled "mating dance" to woo the female of the species. They go to great lengths and odds to stand out as the best mate a female can get.
We as humans, are supposed to be intelligent, but just look at us, we have the most complex mating dance of all times.
It is called Marriage.

Trainspotting

I so loved this that I had to post it.
This sums up everything one can do in ones mediocre life....

shared intimacies and a lonesome whisper
love that blooms and withers on cue
where no one is just your own
every moment shared with a select few
all travellers converge at one port
no one owns it, no one can claim to
his was a journey so defiant
he crossed the desert to arrive
another one swam across oceans
yet another bled his heart out
all converge at the mecca of their calling
and pray for the boons to be bestowed
It was long ago, but still it seems fresh
the blood is still hot as it was in veins
imagination riots in unimaginable directions
each one reason for his own misery
like the strings plucked in harmony
they weep the music of their souls
no other tribute will do
no other sacrifice will register

This is hilarious

Pain is all mine

Open the door and usher in some light
watch the dismal darkness fade away
question your sorrow, your beliefs
ponder what was good, forget the bad
bury the visions that haunt you
they are but ghosts of time gone by
no one to speak to, nothign to speak about
all that ails me is in my head
a smoke filled room, where I cannot breath
a lost love that I can't feel
blind to plight of people around me
I walk like the ghost of my dreams
obsessed with self and all that i desire
time heals all and time is my recluse
but till that happens, pain is all mine

Nightmares

Dreams, they strike again
or should i call them nightmares
themes beyond comprehension
days spent deliberating the subconscious
relationships of hate and betrayal
and yet they hurt so much
as the days go by
and the dust starts to settle
there is just devastation to be seen
as far as one could see

Winter is setting in

did you see the leaves fall
the clutter on the roads
all the shades of brown and yellow

the winter would be long this year

I don't dread the cold
nor do I fear the depressing mornings
brooding afternoons are welcome
as are restless evenings
but there is no spring in offing
no promise of summer as far as i can see

the winter would be long this time around

the chill is setting in my bones
my heart has gone all but cold
some times there is a flutter at the core
but thaw is no more in sight
the clots are beginning to form
the hurt oozes out of wounds still
each passing day is endearing
each morbid thought welcome
the hush after the rush
the summer that lasted a bit too long

the winter promises to last a long time too

Weekend getaway

Diwali - Festival of Lights

Marlboro Lights


555 Lights


B&H Lights

Racing along

I have been thinking about this one incident for quite some time now. am not able to get it out of my mind. I don't know how I came to remember it, It just flashed in my mind as I was driving down to office after a whole week of being sick.
I would have been in 4th or 5th standard, so that means i would have been 8 or 9 year old. School was having the annual sports day, and this was the first time we were taken out from school premises to a big ground somewhere near the school. I remember being excited, because I had my birthday approaching.
anyway, it was 100m or maybe 50m race that I lined up to participate in. I had a friend, Manish Kr Sinkoo, standing next to me. I started running along with other kids, and soon everyone started getting ahead of me, i ran as hard as I could, but it was no good, I was not good enough. I called Manish to wait, he wouldn't listen and when i felt him getting away too, I held him. I held his arm and tried to stop him, he yelled out to some teacher for help, and yanked his arm away from me.
I had tears in my eyes, no breath in my lungs, legs giving way under me.
I think Abhishek Rawat won the race, Manish Kr Sinkoo lost out because of me. I don't remember if I completed the race.

Shadow of a Ghost

Have written a million words
still there is want for more
have wandered a thousand miles
still no destiny in sight
each day pegs a new hope
some of it denial
some of it pure hope
struggle to keep my sanity
fails me at times
there is life and love beyond lucidity
so i like to believe
the smoldering bars keep me captive
scare of burns keeps me in check
scarred beyond recognition
I try to find myself in mirror
witness I do, a shadow of a ghost

Untouched, Unfazed, Unmoved
A place to rest, re-vitalize
fill up the venom before another crusade
Forget all, remember self, just the self
No love no hate, couldn’t care any less
Caught amidst strangers, but stranger to none
Long lost look in the eyes again
Amnesia in setting, peace in offing
How long will it last
Hope for a lifetime…………..

Ghosts of Anguish

Will the ghosts ever lie down and rest

they rose from the anguish of the soul

in an instant of morbid pain

and they have kept him haunted

he walks like a zombie

trying to escape the wrath they inflict

like true ghosts, they cannot be seen 

but by the one who is haunted.

They concoct ethereal images of despair

string of events with cause and effect

the cause often misunderstood

the effect that doesn't seem to heal

tortured soul asking for reprieve

everything in sight,broken and shattered

logic defied by slew of perspectives

they show up when least expected

and draw the life force out of him

he is happy in a moment of ignorant bliss

and the next moment finds him in abyss

triggered by thoughts he cannot control

powered by mind he cannot fight

They dance around him

like long shadows around a bonfire

fire of his soul flickers

by the constant pokes from these shadows

and he loses the will to live

Destination Nowhere

I read a book
it doesn't seem to end
thousand pages i have read
and yet the end is nowhere near
characters keep appearing and vanishing
no apparent design no apparent destiny
sarcasm without wit
irony without intent
maybe i should finish this chapter
close the book and pick up another one
Perhaps I have to read this one
cover to cover

a trail of talking pictures
it seems like the soap opera
it never ends
new twists, new plots
new actors for old cliches
facts stranger than fiction
no sir, no truth here
just an unabashed indulgence
no shame, no remorse
take it or leave it
but leave it i can't
the reels keep rolling
am glued to the spot
till end credits roll out

I witnessed death the other day
a giant came from behind my left
missed me by a few feet
carved an arc towards my right
mangling everything in its way
for a moment there was deafening silence
followed by a wail from a child
then the honking to get out of way
people rushing to destinations
destinations important than crushed humans
I stopped for a few moments
then continued on my course too
shaken but not stirred

Venom and lonliness

A creepy crawling snake
wrapped around a twig
slithering its way
up the rotten branch
remnants of a tree trunk
after termites had there way
the branch snaps
the snake falls down
creepy crawly snake
the vicious venomous snake
it is hurt and it is hurt bad
oh please will no one help it
It tosses in agony
poor helpless snake
everyone is scared of it
yet all it wants
is not to be alone just then

walking a lone path

Fallen petals from wilted flowers

spread on the  road to horizon

bloom is over, warmth is receding

it is going to be a long night

last hint of light at horizon faints

and we are left alone

I didn't see the clouds come in

did you?

the stars and moon have disappeared

under the thick blanket

It will pour soon

lets get cosy in some place dry

will you?

I search frantically for cover

everything is so dark now

can't see my hands in front of me

and yet hurry we must

can you?

We let go of each others hand

and now we are lost in this abyss

suddenly I am scared

have I lost you forever

i call out you name

i wait for you to call

did you?

Stranger in strange land

Strange is the land on which he treads
seeking blood for vengeance within
he stops and sniffs, yes there is hatred here
someone will fall for the false hope again
some eyes will always be moist
some hearts will beat with deception
someone will be every ones fool

he enters a cave marked red
a thousand eyes stare back unconvinced
they have seen the ascent
they have witnessed the retreat
the darkness engulfs him now
and yet he keeps walking along
something is squelching under his feet
some faded whimpers, some squealed threats
he can't see what he treads on
unseen unnoticed unforgiven,
they die under his feet

just as sudden is the advent of light
his feet are red, blood red, red
his hand still holds the sword of malice
and he wears the shield of ignorance
forever protected in his own heaven
oblivious of any agony but his own
he yearns for satisfaction
he yearns for instant gratification

It keeps raining

It keeps raining
everything has become damp
I can feel the mist inside my head
wooden doors don't close anymore
windows don't shut to keep the water out
I feel like drowning in this flood
and it keeps raining still

The food i eat is moist with water
thoughts are laden with crumbling wetness
eyes are always on verge of tears
skin yearns for some dryness someplace
someplace without the slimy touch
the rot is rot deep now
and it is raining still

the haze in my mind is getting dense
the coldness of solitude disturbs me
it plays peek-a-boo
catching me unawares each time
clouds have cluttered out all the light
I ride around desperately
seeking golden sunshine
and yet it rains still
it rains cats and dogs

Lost Cause

A thousand ships sail towards sun
each one carrying the hope of life
each searching for the island of life
sails set high, urgency in air
cover the maximum ground
or drown in the star dust
burnt by sun, skin peeling off
they still manoeuvre the vessel
charting set co-ordinates
under the shade of stars

the last of the scions
the last of the czars
the last of humanity
all bundled up inside
scrouging over morsels
already inhuman
they are the lost hope
oblivious of the fire
concerned about nothing
they fight the trivialities

No redemption sought
yet the men at top
toil so hard
to set the right course
time will make them see perhaps
the cause that was already lost

The land white
sky purest of blue
settlements rising on distant hills
taking the form of the hill
the lines of slope
going all the way up to the hilltop
then suddenly bursting into a monastery
flags flying high
chants flowing along with wind
people humbled by nature
searching the meaning of life
yet life continues in the wretches of nature
no rain, no snow, a few lakes and desolation
a cold desert, with a few specks of life
hard mountains, soft valleys
a few passes here and there
here nature is unforgiving
it will eat you alive if you stray
no help for thousands of miles
and yet people want to live
no conveniences of a sprawling metropolis
no rapid transport systems
a lonely walk down the hill to fill water
a steep climb uphill to the destination
life slowed down to enable sustenance
life slowed down to a breathtaking reverie

You Are 84% Feminist

You are a total feminist. This doesn't mean you're a man hater (in fact, you may be a man). You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It's a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.

Are You a Feminist?

Evil

You Are 48% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side. Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

Maybe i need a haircut
or maybe i need a new head
when nothing fits
one has to be one's own tailor
a fish eye lens would help
to see all at the same time
a ride up in clouds will comfort
and when we fall, no one will complain
lust for life will be quenched
by the fire from hell
and the innocents will walk
the sinners will fly
the pious will crawl
nothing will be real
nothing really is
maybe i need a haircut
maybe i need a new head

vanish

Desperation again, delusion revisited
unreal reality, imagined homeland
mythical fables, illusionary expectations
we live in make believe world
not a single shred of truth around
each one of us running
towards a distant horizon
no sign of arriving, no sign of travel
and then one day we all vanish

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not in the contentment. Love was an ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself
~ Inheritance of Loss
   <Kiran Desai>

Of Gods and Goddesses

My mom told me this story today, I was having my lunch along with Ganesh when the topic veered off to religion and gods. She would have been 4 years old and was playing with a long bamboo spline, she would burn the end of the spline in the embers of earthen stove and will move it round in circles to see the pattern formed by the red burning end in dark of the room.

Her aunt (paternal aunt) told her not to do the same, she told her that if she keeps doing it "sheron waali maata" or maa Bhagwati, will come out of the photograph hanging on the wall and scold her. My mom didn't like what was told to her and kept staring at the photo-frame. After some time she figured that no one can come out of that photo-frame and stuck out her tongue to the goddess, teasing her, asking her for her wrath. Nothing happened, she did it once more, and kept staring at the photo-frame. What follows next is amazing. She says that she felt some sort of a figure came out from the adjacent photo-frame and entered the frame where goddess was sitting on her tiger, the goddess pointed her finger at my mom and told the figure that she is the one who has been dis-respectful. The figure ran towards my mom carrying a smouldering "angeethi" on his head. mom was scared for sometime, but regained her composure, and reasoned that she was imagining stuff. She again stuck out her tongue in a teasing way at the goddess, this time the vision of the figure wouldn't leave her. She doesn't remember anything more, she might have screamed, or hid under the bed, or ran, she doesn't remember. 

true lies

sifting through the sands of time
trying to make out truth from lies
i realize that there is no telling the truth
everything is a lie, everything is a truth
the moments color the perception
emotions add the hues
shades of jealousy are evident
and the theme is painted by possessiveness
hypocrisies blend it all
and we paint it in shadow of our ugliness
then the picture is ground by the ego
till truth and lies are inseparable
like twins in a womb





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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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generally speaking

Sometime back I stopped writing about the movies I have been watching. I did so because I was just posting about the movies and nothing else. It felt weird, This blog was about nothing so it cannot become of movies :-)

anyway, I have not stopped watching movies though and I am using unlimited membership from seventymm to the max.

Nothing much is happening apart from that though, life has kind of mellowed down and settled down, so I am waiting for the next chance I get to disrupt it.
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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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...

I saw you alright, but I am not noticing you yet

you have come at the wrong moment

and I cannot be your destiny

I cannot yield to myself anymore

and yes the flame has died down

there is nothing more appealing here

than the wrinkles on old skin

or the paint peeling off the roofs

the rails are rusting and windows don't shut

and this place has not seen a living soul

in millions of years.......

so don't try to come in now

because no one is welcome anymore

--
Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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Alice in NormalLand

In spring, when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what I mean.. In summer, when the days are long, Perhaps you'll understand the song..
These words borrowed from "alice in wonderland" have always captivated me, but off late the person I used to associate them with has become kind of anti thesis of the same :-)
It is strange what love can do :-)

Love re-defined

Read it somewhere, love is nothing but a chemical addiction between two people...
I think this line of reasoning holds a lot of weight.

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इल्तेजा

वोह जो निशान् बाक़ी रह गए हैं
उन्हें मिटा दो,
मेरे कहे जो सवाल हैं
उन्हें भुला दो
जहाँ कुछ याद ना रहे
ऐसे जहाँ मैं ले चलो
जहाँ तुम्हें भीड़ मैं ना खोजूं
तुम्हारे गुम होने पर अश्रु ना बहें
तुम्हारे मिल जाने पर आँख नम ना हो
तुम रकीब भी ना हो
और अपने भी नहीं

songs that I sung are off key now

places I visited fading away

only thing left of love is illusion

to get lost is no more romantic

to fall no more exciting

have to collect some dues

some more insane trips of pleasure

some more howling for ecstasy

some more drunken stupors

and then I would walk on

with chains around my heart

and dead weight on my ankles

 

Maya Memsaab

I always had this grudge that I have not seen Maya Memsaab, I had loved the concept back then as a kid, I had been excited about it, I wanted to fall in love with Maaya, just like the nubile SRK. But I am glad I didn't see the movie back then, I would have loved the movie then too, but would have failed to comprehend it.

Watching Maya Memsaab was a treat. The way Maya begins with innocent love and ends up in all consuming passionate hatred, self loath.

And all she wants is freedom from herself. and then the fact that you can take away from movie whatever ending you want to imagine.

Jazba hai junoon hai yeh kaisi maya hai :-)

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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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Immortality

Have been reading "Immortality" by Milan Kundera, and I must say, just when I thought that I had learned all I could from his books I get some more insights into human behaviour. This guy writes a true novel, his books are meant to be read and digested. I don't think anyone can do justice to make a movie out of his novels.

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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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she is a woman too

she loves beautiful

she cares beautiful

but beware she loathes too

she prays beautiful

she dreams beautiful

but beware she curses too

she walks beautiful

she talks beautiful

but beware she seduces too

She writes beautiful

she thinks beautiful

but beware she bites too

she is hope incarnate

she is peace incarnate

but beware she is evil too

she is a child

she is a mother

but beware she is a woman too

--
Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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Radio blares incoherent songs

people speak excitedly about music

billboards advertise wares

there are outlets everywhere

the lights are bright and night still young

and the road never ends

there is a girl in silhouette
a woman with torn clothes

waiting for traffic to stop

waiting so that she can beg

children carry smaller children

all scamper to the cars

ask for mercy and alms

unrelenting we sit and ignore

this is an industry now a days

my friend explains

people living on street?

cannot be an industry i muse

but am as big a hypocrite as them

so do nothing to appease myself

Far away somewhere, someone waits for me

I don't know where home is

I am lost in this neverland

I wish i had wings to soar

to go up and see the beacon of love

but i feel too tired to even budge

and i let the loud noises play

for the benefit of all around

so that we can all drown

and become one with noise

death before death

Death each day we live

--
Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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Lost souls

A river meandering through nowhere
a sea with no shore line
a boulder on top of a monolith
waiting to roll down
believers gathered at the bottom
waiting for revelation
waiting for gods to speak
they took the journey through the seas
souls lost in ocean for eternity
till they reach the river which meanders
and now at the bottom of the monolith
they wait to rekindle their faith
All is not lost they hope
among them is a lover too
one who has ceased to feel
and he tirelessly prays for magic
redemption is caught in bureaucracy
and everyone waits

"You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred."
-Woody Allen

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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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Leaving Las Vegas

Lemme see, I will have to use all my faculties to make sense of what I am about to type, because the fact of the matter is that I am drunk, drunk more than I would care to admit, but lets forget me for a second and talk about the movie that I just watched. "Leaving Las Vegas" I don't know, I can call it American Devdas ( not the mopvie, but the novel by Sharat Chandra) , or I can call it anything else i want, but the fact is that I couldn't have seen this movie any other way.
He wants to drink himself to death, doesn't know if he wants to die because he drinks or he drinks because he wants to die, only thing he knows for sure is that he wants to drink himself to death.
She is in the most honourable and honest profession, prostitution. She is a hooker in Las Vegas.
and he comes to Las Vegas to die. And their's is one of the most beautiful love story.
Maybe I am a masochist, or maybe i understand the fickleness of human life better than all those around me, or maybe I am too drunk, but i loved the movie.
I started watching the movie, while I was still sober and got myself drunk by the time it ended.
I loved Nicholas Cage, his Oscar was well deserved, Elisabaeth Shue, missed it to Susan Sarandon, for dead man walking, but i guess life is not always fair, she was absolutely a sweetheart in the movie.
This was a heavy weight year btw, Usual suspects, dead man walking, apollo 13, babe, bridges of madison county, Casino, Nixon... man there were so many good movies lined up that year.

This is not a movie for everyone, as i read in one of the reviews, psychiatrists should form an ideal audience :-) but none the less, I could understand the want to destroy oneself and want to fade away in oblivion.

Love this movie, one of the best i have ever seen.

once upon a time in Mexico

This is Robert Rodriguez's third (and hopefully the last) movie in "El Mariachi" series. Let me tell you before you jump to any conclusions, I am a big Desperado fan, I loved the movie because of its sheer brilliance in style. But "Once upon a time in Mexico" seems like a ghost of Desperado. Characters are there, but the conviction is lacking.
Some of the characters are under developed, for example Eva Mendes is completely wasted, Johnny Depp is good, but Willem Dafoe is wasted. Too many plots and subplots and the whole story gets lost.
At best a time pass fare....

X-Men III

A nice timepass fare, you will ove it if you like comics and fantasies, I would say a good action film.

Ray

I don't think anything needs to be said about this movie, except for probably an apology for catching up on it after 3 years.

Bheja Fry

Simply mind blowing :-) The narrative is very tight, the script is superb and let's say everyone except Ranvir Shorey is a pleasure to watch :-)

Have to watch this one to experience "Bheja Fry". Some of the moments will stay for long with you all and will become part of lingua franca. Can't forget the "Tharki" scene from the movie..

Sideways

one of the rare movies that absorbes you in the plot and characters and makes you feel one with them, there is no one larger than life, but both the leads are trying to come to terms with life. Two unlikely friends, go on a wine tasting trip for a week, before one of them gets married.

Miles (Paul Giamatti) is a sensitive writer, who has been trying very hard to get published, the shadow of his failed marriage and love with his ex wife, looms large on his psyche and even after 2 years he is unwilling to move on, in fact he has lost the want to move on, he is caught in his litost and celebrates it.

Jack (Thomas Haden Church), is an actor, who is finding the mid-life a bit tough since his acting career never took off as it was supposed to take off, he is getting married to some money bag and it is the most important thing to have happened to him, but he wants to have one last week of prolonged philandering, before he gives up his freedom and settles down.

Miles is depressed and Jack is desperate and together they make a hilarious set, trying to come to terms with life on their own terms.

It is a heartwarming movie that makes you see the irony and pain of life, through subtle humour.

A must see

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useless trivia

1. The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
2. A snail can sleep for 3 years.
3. People photocopying their buttocks are the cause of 23% of all photocopier faults worldwide.
4. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.
5. You share your birthday with at least 9 million other people in the world.
6. Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds; dogs only have about ten.
7. In every episode of "Seinfeld" there is a Superman picture or reference somewhere.
8. If Barbie were life-size her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.
9. Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants.
10. More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call.
11. The word "maverick" came into use after Samuel Maverick, a Texan refused to brand his cattle. Eventually any unbranded calf became known as a Maverick.
12. There are approximately 100 million acts of sexual intercourse each day.
13. Hedenophobic means fear of pleasure.
14.  An ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.
15. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.
16. A "jiffy" is the scientific name for 1/100th of a second.
17. A polar bears skin is black. Its fur is actually clear, but like snow it appears white.
18.  If you keep a goldfish in the dark room, it will eventually turn white.
19. A "quidnunc" is a person who is eager to know the latest news and gossip.
20. In the last 4000 years no new animals have been domesticated.
21. If you plant an apple seed, it is almost guaranteed to grow a tree of a different type of apple.
22. Broccoli and cauliflower are the only vegetables that are flowers.
23. There is no solid proof of who built the Taj Mahal.
24. In a survey of 200000 ostriches over 80 years, not one tried to bury its head in the sand.
25. You can lead a cow upstairs but not downstairs.
26. At the height of its power in 400 BC, the Greek city of Sparta had 25,000 citizens and 500,000 slaves.
27. In "Silence of the Lambs", Hannibal Lector (Anthony Hopkins) never blinks.
28. In 1863, Paul Hubert of Bordeaux, France, was sentenced to life in jail for murder. After 21 years, it was discovered that he was convicted of murdering himself.
29. The "if" and "then" parts of conditional ("if P then Q") statement are called the protasis (P) and apodosis (Q).
30. Only female mosquitoes bite.
31. Most household dust is made of dead skin cells.
32. A mongoose is not a goose but more like a meercat, which is not a cat but more like a prairie dog, which is not a dog but more like a ground squirrel.
33. There are 41,806 different spoken languages in the world today.

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Wedding Crashers...

Some really funny moments, some hilarious chemistry and same old cliche of falling in love and relinquishing the mindless chase, to bed as many women as you can. All in all a good time pass.

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V For Vendetta

Just finished watching "V for Vendetta", Yes I know I am pretty late in catching up the said movie, but better late than never.

I really liked the movie, I am a sucker for these kind of larger than life movies, that make me forget everything else and make me believe for sometime that all humanity can unite for a cause, that freedom and liberty can rule and that all we need is one superhero to set the world right :-)

Wish I was that superhero.....

but I would have been a real evil one i guess.

Anyway I loved the movie, I remember watching Star wars "Phantom Menace" when i was in college, I picked up a tube light from my room (to be precise Tyagi's room) and went down to Raju's canteen, feeling like a Jedi Knight, yes movies do that to me, that is why I want to make movies, movies are my life.

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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial

I walk towards the golden sunset again
tired and unwilling to go on
have walked enough to know the futility of it all
have seen enough to have the want to shut out
have been a vagabond all my life
no place to call home
no place to seek solace
sought solace is all trivialities i could engage
now I have run out of  destinations
I have run out of reason
just want to lie back and go to sleep
Dreams please don't trouble me again
hopes please don't shower yourself unto me
Woods are peaceful
mountain is senile
flowers are beautiful
soon, just wait
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nothing to say

Want to post something but nothing comes to my mind, I have sort of gone blank, does it mean I don't have anythign to say anymore?? Or is this a pointer that I am too absorbed in my own world. But even on personal front i find nothing to say, nothing worth saying, nothing that has not been put down already. things have not changed. Have they stagnated then??

 

Watched Bheja-Fry this Sunday, and I must say i loved the movie.

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I didn't know the height to which i would rise

I didn't know the depth to which i would fall

didn't know what i felt and how intensely

didn't know if I would cope up or languish

didn't know if hate will ruin the love or love will win

didn't know what hit me when it hit me

don't know if i truly understand it even now

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Crazy dream

In a strange land, where time moves is circles

they rear them everyday, everyday is the same

animals, some you have seen, some unseen

humans, some you know of, some you don't

with dawn they are all born,

and vanish with dusk

each one is an incarnation of truth

lost long ago someplace

 

as the day progresses

you see the safari as never seen before

animals don't know their character

beasts are docile, bovines are aggressive

in a world gone Topsy-turvy

rhinoceros are playful of all

they let you bathe them, they let you be close

all humans have plastic smiles

I recognize a few faces here

but most of them don't register

 

It feels I have woken up from deep slumber

for i think something is wrong

as the evening approaches

all are ushered into big bath chambers

where they are washed away 

i see the man opposite me

scars appear on his face

his face starts to melt

his legs give way

but he doesn't feel the pain

he is a lump of mass now

but i can still make out the hint of a grin

 

now it is my turn

and I am not too sure

i feel my skin splitting open

but there is no pain

I rejoice in the pouring liquid

and forget everything about the day

days are the same here

and it is an eternity we have lived

 

but now i question it

why, i am not sure

I think i remember yesterday

i think i remember the time going in circles

i think i understand what is happening

i think i have seen the pattern

I pat the rhino again

steer clear from the bovines

i stand on the same balcony

overlooking the mayhem below

i feel the discontent rising in me

i feel it has to end

 

come evening and the same ritual ensues

humans first take all the animals to wash

and then line up for the ritual bath

I am not too keen this time around

and i desecrate the age old wisdom of the land

i somehow keep away

and watch as others get lost

i feel my skin getting stretched and parched

 

 

I see some folks now

they bring me a liquid to apply

i put it on my body and am as good as new

they take me with them to a different land

and let me wander there

 

this land is a bit different

the time still goes in circles

but this time people persist

they are so many of them here

all alike, all image of one another

they walk as the sun goes up

they all seem happy

i see familiar faces now

I think i remember these faces

from a different life time

I walk along with them

but something is still wrong

none of them knows, why they are here

they say they are going for a ritual wash

this time they don't melt

with eyes glazed they come out

and meet me for the first time again

 

time goes round in circles here too

and I have to look for a way out.

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all fools day at Gmail

Google guys know for sure how to go about "All fools day"

check this out if you are not convinced, I am not sure how many of the guys kept looking for "Paper Archive" button.

 

http://mail.google.com/mail/help/paper/index.html

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Annie's Song - John Denver

You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

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Interesting :-)

After being hassled for I don't know how long I decided to check out Fropper.com.

so I sign in and all that stuff and finally go to their relationship tab and after signing up, i am shown this disclaimer of sorts.

I found it hilarious, I am sure these guys are just trying to save their ass proactively from Indian judiciary :-)

 

Important Note

As a married person you are allowed to use Fropper Relationships for friendship only. This site is not meant to encourage and / or promote illicit sexual relations or extra marital affairs. If Fropper.com discovers or becomes aware that any member is using this site to promote or engage or indulge in illicit sexual relations or extra marital affairs his/ her membership will be terminated forthwith without any refund and without any liability to Fropper.com. Fropper.com's discretion to terminate shall be final and binding. If the above is not acceptable, please write to customer care and cancel your membership/profile.

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Dead man walking

go sleep, where i entombed thee

don't wake up and walk

haunting everyone you come across

go lie down in that beautiful coffin

don't stray and seek anymore

you are dead now

and dead are not supposed to walk

you still feel, you say

you might have a soul, you muse

all your feelings are dead

and your soul is lost

don't become walking dead

lie down in that crypt of yours

you don't have a heart that beats anymore

you are but a corpse

and no one can love a corpse

don't try to find solace

you are damned for eternity

come to terms with the rot

no, you cannot smell the stench

you don't have any senses anymore

go back to the world of dead

and be there, even if you are awake

ponder over what went wrong?

no you cannot feel the rage

rage is a feeling too

an no, you cannot change death

even if it happened when you least desired

dead you are so remain dead

don't talk about anguish

don't think about pain

there is no point of remorse

yes you are lonely my dear

how cannot you be, you are dead.

 

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What should one say when things go out of hand and nothing seems right?

Chill, this is not the end of the world. There is no way of knowing how life would have turned out if you wouldn't have lived it, and this is the only way it would have turned out. No point going back and question anything.

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Observations

If you want to write a suicide note, you don't want to die just yet

 

If you are waiting for love, stop waiting, go get it.

 

If life seems futile, stop bothering, it is futile.

 

If you want to be happy, be happy.

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Bhay ab nahin tha !

kuch oonche pahad

aur unpe chalte, dagmagate, hamare kadam

door se aati pani ki awaaj

aisa lagta ki nadi jharna ban beh rahi ho

aur manav use bandhne ki koshish main juta ho

is kolahal waale pani ke kinaare kinaare

chalta pahadon se apana rasta

 

Rasta kathin hai, aur mann vichilit hai

bhay kya hota hai jaan gaya hain mann

saath main jo hai, woh bahut hi priya hai

lautne ko mana karti hai woh

tum bhi maan jaate ho kush ho kar

bhay lekin ghar kar chuka hai

aur dimaag ab pag pag par darr raha hai

 

ab ek khai ko langhna hai

usper se jaata ek rassi ka pul hai

yeh sab kab hua nahin mallom mujhe

lekin use paani main girte dekha tha

aur phir uske peeche, agle hi pal main kooda tha

paani main pralya thi

lekin bhay ab nahin tha

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Isn't it beautiful :-)

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waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain

for rain drops to fall on my face

to hear the rat-a-tat on the roof

to see everything turn green

am waiting for the rains

when thousand souls come alive

cradle of life brims over

am waiting for the rains

when deep despairs pour out

heavens cry alongside you

and the tears bring joy

am waiting for the rains

to come home drenched

to long for something warm

to rejoice once again

to live once again

 

 

 

Road trip - I

I am sitting in a shady internet cafe in suburban Mumbai, trying to type on a keyboard that doesn't always work. The agitation creeps in, but this time I am determined not to delete the post and keep typing no matter what..
Am in Mumbai, not for work, nor for pleasure. Am visiting my folks, who had this long standing complaint that I have not been to Mumbai even though I am fokat for last 3 odd months. Yes it is true I quit my job some 3 months back. And I don't get disturbed when I think about it. In fact I feel a kind of relief that is difficult to explain.
Anyway, so I decided to drive up to Mumbai, I should say that It was a great drive, accept for 150 odd KM from chitradurga to Hubli, It is a very well kept four lane highway, and yes the dessert of course is the Expressway from Pune to Mumbai.
But once in Mumbai, I am suddenly surrounded by boredom, that I am trying my best to fight against. Milan Kundera is very helpful in warding off the boredom. A chance introduction to the writer's work by Abhishek, and I am hooked.
Am looking forward to the return trip and am missing Bangalore. I am amazed by the fact though.

Learn to love

me, my car and a never ending road,
that is all I have, that is all I need,
racing through unknown lands,
trying to leave the hurt behind,
seeing the sun go down
witnessing the dawn of Venus
the Orion shows himself
but my north star still alludes me
the arid wasteland, I am driving through
can use a good rainfall this year
the rain gods are not merciful though
the land remains parched and wanting
like the unquenchable thirst in my heart
the smell of burning wood overwhelms me
reminds me of the smouldering soul inside
no matter how many tears I shed
they fail to put out the fire
the wells have dried up too
and there is no music to be heard
I am heading for sea
but the water is of no use

Nothing seems right
and i don't belong
so I drive on
to the edge of that green mountain
and feel jealousy take me over
I go blind in rage and fury
but hidden from me
the scars of the mountain weep too
I don't know them
I don't see them
All I want is to be green
but green with envy I am

I meet a vagabond en route
ask him his secret of happiness
"hate none, love all" he utters
how, I exclaim
I cannot stop hate from running through my veins
I weep and wail and unwittingly call names
"love all" is the key he says
"hate none" will follow in duress
but to start, love yourself
love what you are, love what you have become
no one can cheat you
because love cannot be cheated
Once found love doesn't end
all you know is hate right now

I muse myself over what he said
and I move on towards my destination
a city where dreams come true
or so they say
I don't have anything to loose now
have lost everything that I held dear
and I am ready to learn to love

Eklavya - A collosal waste

Had high expectation from Vidhu Vinod Chopra's Eklavya, All i heard was a faint thud as the movie fell into a timeless graveyard of unfulfilled expectations.

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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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just to be sure - borrowed

Was reading an old friend's blog and came across this post titled "Just to be sure".

It moved me. Some of the best things in life are so innocent and naive. I have to post the content here. I think it is from "Winnie the Pooh"

 

"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.

"Yes, Piglet?"

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you.""

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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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Gabble

i see two hands

i see a face with eyes closed

is the face in ecstasy or pain

another story for another day

i see a smile now

and a kiss with wet lips

i hear the proclamation of love

i don't see myself anywhere

I feel a naked body besides me

the body wriggles like a snake

and i wish it was dead

the phone rings in distance

two voices communicate

the talk is endearing

the face has a glow

I have seen this glow before

or so i like to think

i think I thought i was hurt

but love still blooms

instant love instant gratification

he sits there and tonsures his head

he wails out, lets celebrate death

I can hear my heart beat

i think i am very scared

a female with red eyes gives me a drink

i feel better but am drowsy now

i sit in the corner and watch them mate

i find myself engulfed in rage

the rage subsides and I am stoic

i am poisoned just like life

 

some memories get ingrained in mind

like snap shots of horror

and I keep visiting them again and again

in my house of sorrows

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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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Virgin Mountain

on a distant horizon, she waits for him

in a world gone mad, she craves for him

what is love, she asks naively

but she is a seductress alright

a siren she is and she sings for him

she lures him, entices him

she calls herself his destiny

and he is a sucker for belief

he thinks he will find lasting love

he feels he can tame the medusa

make her hiss for him

little does he know his doom awaits

and his heart will turn to stone

 

but she loves him, or so she muses

he will have the heart that beats

and emotions that run deep

he would not freeze in pain

he would win her over she feels

she wants redemption too

she wants out of this purgatory

he would be her knight

and she her fair maiden

she beckons him and he gets drawn

and they have the mating dance

by the side of river styx

 

his eyes closed and his soul content

he reaches for her touch

she gives all she has to the bliss of a kiss

yes they stay together

and salvation is theirs for keeps

they still live on that mountain top

that no one dares to win.

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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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Casino

Watched the Martin Scorsese film after a gap of about 7 odd years and I saw it in a very different light. First time around i had found the movie very disturbing, I was devastated by Ginger (Sharon Stone's character), guess I was naive back then :-). this time around i saw it as a tale of survival in a world gone wrong. I fell in love with Joe Pesci's performance once again. It is his story, his zest to make it on his own, his dislike for authority, his want to possess what is off limits. and eventually his downfall.

One of the scenes that had remained etched in my memory forever has Joe Pesci stabbing a guy in his neck with a pen. and De Nero narrating in the background "No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead."

The opening scene also sticks out, It has the power of compelling you to watch the story of the guy who gets blown away :-) De Nero walks out to his car and turns the key and the car blows up, and all through this sequence he is narrating the following lines

When you love someone, you've gotta trust them. There's no other way. You've got to give them the key to everything that's yours. Otherwise, what's the point? And, for a while, I believed that's the kind of love I had.

Some other memorable quotes from the movie

 

A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all fuckin' night. (Nicky -  Joe Pesci's Charatcer)

 

 think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning ill get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. (Nicky -  Joe Pesci's Charatcer)

 

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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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A drifter on prowl

moving from one green pasture to another

a lost ignorant soul

not absorbed by anything around

when he feels hungry he steals

when he feels scared he ravages

when he is happy, he sings

and dances to the tune
tune of an unheard song

he lives for today

with no thought of tomorrow

tomorrow might be a bright dawn

or a gloomy rainy day

he will face it when it comes

he will live it if it happens

 

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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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I saw you in his arms
I saw you making love to him
I saw a tear drop rolling down your cheek
what was the tear drop for
I probably never will understand
I saw you hawking love
I saw you proposition men
I saw you smile and be happy
and i saw you sad too
I saw you use your body
I saw you sell your soul
I was untouched unmoved
I had long back turned to stone

Why.........

Why the heart burn, why the despondency
why the delusional self, why the desperateness
why the flutter of heart, why the breathlessness
why the agony of loss, why the desolation
why the wild flight of imagination
why the unfulfilled dreams
why the never ending tirade of wants and desires
why a mind immersed in sorrow
why a soul lost in transition
why a sour heart that bleeds
why the gut wrenching want to die
why the intelligence to comprehend it all
why the deception of momentary bliss
why the lies, why the truth
why can't he rest in peace


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~asto' ma sat gamaya

summit

heart beats faster
lungs are out of breath
and i climb atop the summit
not stopping once
people have become memories
and memories don't haunt anymore
my body breaks into sweat
and it is very cold here
the wind makes me shiver
legs refuse to budge
still i carry on
weight on my shoulders is overbearing
feels i might fall anytime
there is no one in sight
true, it is lonely at the top
but i don't have time to ponder
not a moment to waste
till i conquer the summit
rest, i will then
lie down, i will then
but only for a moment
cause the next summit beckons me

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~asto' ma sat gamaya

Sing along dear friend of mine
sing along in the ring of fire
when cherubs will descend
hold their hands and dance
the smoke will be your curtain
and no one will pester
the fire shall cleanse you
and wind shall carry you
to places you have never seen

The pyre has been lit up now
and the fire god appeased
you are the offering today
listen to the chants of priests
everything is silent now
and you have become one with gods.
go to their heaven and rule
don't look back, don't be a fool
you are free from elements now
you are free from all the rules


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Some snaps

check out some snaps from my latest trip up north

 

http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitbchhibber/AuliTrip

 

http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitbchhibber/AuliTrip2

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~asto' ma sat gamaya

Life - Review I

This would the first review to Ankit's short "Life". It gets a little difficult to critique some one's work when he is one of your very good friends. But the best thing I can give him as a friend is a brutally honest opinion. So here goes. 

The project is quite ambitious. "Life" follows the emotional journey of the protagonist over a period of four seasons (though all in a day). I have seen similar attempts at documentation of human soul in a monologue (though there is no dialogue here). The best I have seen is by Korean filmmaker (don't remember who) where the protagonist totally obliterates the fourth wall and directly interacts to the camera/ audience. The biggest flaw of "Life" is that the protagonist seems to be aware of the camera all the time. Ignoring the camera is acknowledging the camera. An actor in this medium should either forget that there is a camera or break the fourth wall and challenge the intelligence of the audience by directly talking to the camera. There is no halfway.  

The depiction of emotions is brilliant. But there are few emotions depicted. All the emotions from solitude to frustration to sadness to depression to ultimately tired stoicism are very well executed. But my peeve here lies with the writing. Depiction of human emotions comes forth best when there is a glaring contrast. All the emotions depicted here are negative and hence loose the bite. If you have seen "Leon" by Luc Besson, you might remember the portrayals of the naïve innocence of Mathilda and Leon was so good because they were painted against a very contrastingly sinister world of New York's underbelly. In "Life" I would have liked to see more contrasting emotions like joy/ hysteria and anger (I would have personally enjoyed to see the frustration in "autumn" to turn more darkly sinister towards anger or better yet depravation). The sorrow of the protagonist would have come out to be more heartbreaking and ultimately beautiful. 

All in all it is a good first attempt. I also should mention that the music selection is really good. Looking forward to seeing Ankit's next project. 

Pranay

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~asto' ma sat gamaya

Babel

Ba·bel   
1.    an ancient city in the land of Shinar in which the building of a tower (Tower of Babel) intended to reach heaven was begun and the confusion of the language of the people took place. Gen. 11:4–9.
2.    (usually lowercase) a confused mixture of sounds or voices.
3.    (usually lowercase) a scene of noise and confusion.

It was a treat watching this movie, three separate tales in three distinct locations on the globe. US-Mexico border, Morocco and Japan. Beautifully narrated, fitting all the pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
what I took away from movie
human emotions are not bound by any culture, All of us share the same streaks and display them unwittingly when pressed to a corner. Be it the teenage boys in Morocco, a deaf-mute girl in Japan, an illegal immigrant in US, an American couple caught in Morocco, all of them are susceptible, all of them feel the same pain, all of them feel trapped helpless for no apparent fault of theirs.
In fact at close quarters the body language of all humanity is same, we all fidget the same way, we all cry the same tears, we all crave for attention, we all want to be loved and we all rise above our fears and define human spirit.
In short all of us are a shade of grey

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Life is a lemon and I want my money back

Each time I listen to this song I live it again.

am quoting a few verses from the song :-)

 

"It's all or nothing, and nothing's all I ever get
Everytime I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out

It's always something, there's always something going wrong
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about

It's a never ending attack, everything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back

And all the morons and all the stooges with their coins
They're the ones who make the rules,
It's not a game, it's just a rout"

 

"What about love?
It's defective - it's always breaking in half
What about sex?
It's defective - it's never built to really last
What about your family?
It's defective - all the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
They're defective - all the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
It's defective - it's corroded and decayed
What about faith?
It's defective - it's tattered and it's frayed
What about your Gods?
They're defective - They forgot the warranty
What about your town?
It's defective - it's a dead end street to me
What about your school?
It's defective - it's a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
It's defective - it's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective - it's dead and buried in the past
What about your future?
It's defective - and you can shove it up your ass!

I want my money back - life is a lemon
"

 

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~asto' ma sat gamaya

happy new year

another year gone by...
I guess I need to remind myself more than ever that time gone by doesn't come back.....

How better to say it but with this great song. This is one of my all time favourites