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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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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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

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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

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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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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.