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
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya
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
--
~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
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya
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
--
~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
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
Monday, January 29, 2007
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
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.
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya
Friday, January 5, 2007
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
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
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
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"
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
"
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
"
--
~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
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
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