And I wouldn’t mind knowing, knowing That you wouldn’t mind going, going along with my plan..

Dear J,

I saw a movie today and J, I loved it. “Maine Gandhi ko nahi maara”. I believe it’s the first Hindi movie** I have seen made by a director who had just one simple reason for it, he had something to say. And that he wanted to say it out loud to anyone who wished to hear. But the point J, is that you cant always scream out what you most sincerely believe.And that is exactly what we have here J. We don’t have a movie that screams out read-by-rote history lessons, or lectures the greatness of the nation’s Father. It doesn’t have film start muttering out convoluted dialogues - that they themselves might have taken a while to figure out – pretending (or acting is it ?) its their heart’s cry. Tell me J, when you believe in something sincerely, is it not that your words flow out smoothly, and in the most rhythmic tone ever? It’s the first Indian movie that I believe the dirctor had nothing to gain from its making.Really J, the film doesn’t have a superstar (well, one maybe, but then the director never expected Indian whisteling front bench junta to come watch Urmila in her salwar-kammez clad role) neither does it have outstanding dialogues to keep a viewer rooted. The actors put in mediocre performances J, we’v seen seen them act better. But it is the sheer simplicity of the movie J and the way the scenes move from slowly from one shot to the other J that actually had me hooked to it till the end even while Urmila holding Anupam Kher’s hand takes him down the beach at sunset narratin lines from the poem “Koshish karne waalo ki haar nahi hoti”. You would say it’s a slow movie J, and I would reply it is. Hell, I thought Choclate was slow :-D (okay, that wasn’t needed. Not a bad movie though were it not for Anil Kapoor hamming…and Sushma Reddy hamming…and Irfan Khan hamming….and Tanushree Dutta hamming..and Sunil Shetty ham…… and Arshad mmm….hamm…..put the rest of the characters here….).

J, the movie takes you slowly around the daughter’s anguish at getting her father back to his senses. Anupam Kher as Uttam Chaudhry, well, what do I say, he is okaaaaaaaay ( I don’t even know any other actor who would have done justice to this character J…Naseeruddin Shah??? Naaah ..he has this way of making every movie that stars him his own..and this was solely the directors movie…Amitabh ??? no way puhleeeeeez….) so at the end J, the director himself might have realized that though Anupam isn’t the ultimate choice, there was no one who could have done it better. Urmila, well J, she’s acted better in her other movies, what do I say, am not sure sure if she’s tryin, but it wud do her goood if she tried not to restrict her expressions to wild wide-eyed-scary look that she seems to be using in every movie that she comes in. Hmmm, maybe that was one reason the director took her. The rest of the cast, they don’t deserve mention. U see J, there is nothing extraordinary about the movie, well , I was never really a Gandhian (umm maybe for a time…but that discussion shall wait ), so see, there was nothing I had to learn from the movie J. And I sincerely believe the director had no intention of preaching. He made a movie coz he had something to say. And he did, in the most sincere and simple way that can only be done when coming straight from the heart. For a movie that re-inforces my faith in ‘True to your Heart’ , Mr. Jahnu Barua, my respect to you.

Love,
D.

** (.debatable…Nagesh Kukunoor’s ‘Hyderabad blues’ was a sincere movie too..)

Hmmm... am tryin to get the lyrics of the poem....do let me know if anyone here has it

Aaj phir jeene ki tamanna hai..aaj phir marne ka iraada hai..

I pick this song coz its just one of my favs. It doesnt relate to my post at all.
I just had a brilliant idea. I have decided I shall henceforth be addressing all my posts to this one person. I believe its easier for me to write , to put to words my thoughts when i think of this one person who shall be always be around , who shall always read stuff I write even if they r rantings about a terribly boring day or thoughts from deep within. Its working already :) ...i wanna write so much ......

Dear J,

am reading Salam Rushdie's "Shame" right now. This is his second book I picked up. And i picked up this book coz i wanted to understand what excatly was so poetic about his language. All around people applaud his literary skills and me having read his "Midnight's children" two years back thought them utter rubbish. I'l come to "Shame" later J. Let me tell you about 'MC'. I couldnt even finish the book J. Till date I cant. I found the boook filthy. All i felt when i read the book was 'dirty'. 'dirty' coz of the language used. The characters J, were of course from the Indian sub-continent and the story too was set here. The interactions betweeen the protagonist and the others were always so filthy J. I mean there wasnt a single moment when i wasnt angry at him J. I kept thinking what is it exactly that he wants to convey. Teh story in itself was ingenuine and hats off to him for his brilliant putting together of all the events. But why the hell does he have to paint this rowdy picture of the characters there. Somehow, all of his characters have flaws, degrading flaws and always always this trait, this one trait that contradicts with decency, grace, refine and everything to do with class. He of course is a brilliant story teller. His stories in themselves measure up goood and with all the masala that he puts in, they no wonder sell.
Now, coming to "Shame" and the reason why i picked it up. The first book had been picked coz i really wanted to read him. Having had a bad experience, I stayed away from his works. But then, curiosity killed the cat. So there I was again, loking at his books, thinking why would his words be called poetic?? I picked up "Shame" and i have coem to like it. It doesnt paint us (WE the people) in a hopelessly black color. He doesnt fill up the pages with dirty language and I have discovered the poetic side of him :).Yes, he does tend to get poetic and to repeat again ..He is a brillaint storyteller. He gets u hooked with the awfully cluttered language. Thre were quite a few phrases i needed to re-read to understand em. But I do like the book. I have just started it though. And maybe if it continues as goood as now, I might just pick up 'MC' someday again and give completing the book a shot. Okay, thats it for today J.

Love,
D

Well I just heard the news today It seems my life is going to change..

hmmm...I realise I dont hate small talk..in fact i much prefer it to the 'face it and get urself tortured while trying to maintain a not-deadly but too near fatal conversation'...by the end of which am like tearing up my insides and looking around frantically (with a smile resembling Jack Nicholson's ) for an escape, brain cells in a frenzy trying to work up excuses...ohhh aint it so much better if i could just say a 'dude!! sssup!!! howz life?? where u these days??catch ya later' and walk on. I like that. See, I havent made faces, i have smiled , i have in fact indulged in fairly decent conversation and the best is at the end of it I am not cursing the time I stepped into the persons visible sphere ..Mission accomplished. Now I have been told that's very mean, that I might just as well completley ignore the other and walk on by wrapping the other in an invisible cloak....hmmmmm...

When i was just a liitle girl my father said to me..

Okay, so i gave up on my dream of gettin in to the IPS, starting a secret internal organisation, gathering dirt on all the ass$#%$ in the political scene, handing it over to Tarun Tejpal or probably Zee News. Those bloody leeches would get thrown out or better still thrown to rot in jail with huge and solid walls. None of their "contacts" would be spared either. The system would be cleaned. We would then have a party with doctors, engineers, teachers, scientists included. they would make decisions after "thinking" over it. The Lok Sabha wouldt be a market place nemore. We would have intelligent discussions. People disagreeing coz they know a better solution. People agreeing coz they understand and share the vision. Indian bearacracy would be frustated. WE WOULD BE PROUD INDIA WITH A PROUD REASON. (Am not against unquestioned patriotism) but my mind needs more reason than being born here. Okay so i gave up on my dream. Maybe, it seeems the rest would have to be given up too.....
A good read :
Now, Play the India Card By Lloyd Richardson

Conceived in anger Addicted to hate The mutant child of a twisted state

Power: A person, group, or nation having great influence or control over others.

Power: The might of a nation, political organization, or similar group.

Power: The ability or official capacity to exercise control; authority.

I got 'POWER'. "Tum jaaaante nahi mei kaun hoooon..Mei jo chahei kar sakta hooon". ANd i get away with nething. Boy, I could get away with murder if i so desired. I know this coz my mum is the Prime Minister of the country. My dad is the DCP . My uncle is in the top ranks of the Indian bureaucracy. I am untouchable.

Hickory dickory dock, a mouse ran up the clock

Ok its high time i write sumthin here... created this blogspace literallly a year ago but have never really the blogs i read were always an online diary. Thats what i thought blogs were all bout. Well, i dont hv an exciting life. things dont happen everyday that i would love to talk bout. I go to work everyday, sit in front of the computer everyday, churn out lines of code and then watch with satisfaction these pages displaying and acting like I would want them to. So you see, I have never really had anything to talk bout. So then i stayed away from blogging. A few days back i accidently come across these lovely write-up which then lead me to some more and I dunno i wanna blog tooo now. I hope I do goood. I do lots to say. I dont know if I am going to be an intersting read, but i might just get better. After all, noone knows who I am rite...hmmm....this feels nice :)

You can Fly...You can Fly...

NeverLand never never NeverLand.....hmmmm... :) ...

The second star to the right ....shines in the night for u...to tell u that the dreams you plan really can come true...the second star to the right shines with a light so rare ...and if its neverland you need ..this light will lead u there....Twinkle, twinkle little star...so we'll know where you are....gleaming in the skies above...lead us to the one land we dream of...and when our journey is through...each time we say "Goodnight"......we'll thank the little star that shines.....The second from the right

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