Friday, October 31, 2008
Every time, you call my name
It is gonna brighten up your day!
Every time, you think of me
I am gonna make you happy
No, you don’t need to hesitate
I am yours for always, and I’ll do what it takes
To see that smile on your face
You look beauty-ful...
So call me, if things look bad
Call me when you feel lonely
You can call me anytime
Whenever you need me...
I am just a thought across
I am right inside you, feel me
Just place you hand on your heart
To my place, where nothings a drag
No rush, your dreams in tact
You can rise
And go high
It’s still hard
It’s my place, so good get’s you at last
Then you can take it, to your past
Like I said
Hold your heart
And you’ll be back
In your time
Every time you call my name
Don’t wait, just call my name
Call my name.
Every time, you call my name
The feeling you will get won’t be the same.
No, don’t hide from the blame
Let them claim.
Return to my place
We’ll sort it out
Together, in his name!
All you need, is all the same
What you have!
Your my place...
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I know I am going a little over board here, apologising to Priyanka Chopra and all. Of course she doesn’t care what I write! But I am doing this because I feel I have wronged my work. My film review. Now, I cannot make any changes in the aol site where it is published but I thought the least I could do is tell you guys about it.
Well I have said in the review that Priyanka just does her thing, performing substantially well. I saw Fashion yesterday again. And Priyanka delivers a stellar performance! I don’t know why I over looked or couldn’t see the first time.(Probably I was too charmed by Kangana's madness and you guys sure know the reason for the affinity!) . Or probably, the lines on Pri’s neck and the paunch were too big a turn off for me. But again it is not fair for me to impose my obsessions on you guys. So I want to correct myself.
Well Priyanka's role was way more tougher in terms of performance than Kangana's and the lady has done it with utmost skill, confidence and most importantly she never went over the top in any of the scenes, let Kangana do her thing, even though she knew she was stealing it from her. Bravo girl. This just shows how mature is her approach towards filming and also that she is very confident about her capabilities. I hope the other actors learn something from her! She doesn’t blow you off in all the scenes, but when you look back at the movie, you realize how amazingly she has portrayed all the emotions. Very well.Finally she is back!
And one more thing, I forgot to mention this in the review but guys! The wardrobe malfunction scene where Kangana's boot strap snaps is one of the most wonderfully captured and amazingly performed scene in a lot of time. Fantastic!
Way to go girls!
Springs In Your Head!
I just want to tell you that
I will wait...
Wait till the time you can know that I am worthy enough to know the other you!
The one you are closer to.
The one you are one with!
I have seen glimpses of her...
In your smiles sometimes
But you are careful enough to laugh at that very moment... to hide!
Try to remember.
Then I realize
Of course, the most sacred of things are meant to be protected
But are you sure you are comfortable with being undetected?
Think about it...
I will know your answer, you don’t have to say
Just know this
Wherever you go, I will be with you on that way!
So you never go astray
For it’s not a bay
This channel of clandestine existence!
One can be really lost
Without being lost at all.
Such is its anonymity
This worldly animosity...
be with you for always. Amen.
And with this ‘you’ too, just in case you chose to retain her!
I like you both
And I will love you both
When the time is right
Then you can love me to!
Till then, let’s wait.
Whenever you walk down that road
I think to myself where you’re gonna go
Are you going straight or you’ll turn right?
Or when I blink, you will be out of sight!
Let me know
Where I have to go
If I ever need to find...
Please tell me so
If I’ll ever know
Where is it that you reside!
Sometimes you turn, look back at me
And say somethings i don’t wanna see
But when you look again, and flash your smile
All doubts are washed off, takes just a while!
I am letting you know
So you can warn me now
If you feel you’ll need more time
To figure me out
To chalk out my course
To see if we both rhyme!
La la la la la la la la
To say that you are my friend!
La la la la la la la la
I will stay till you amend!
That I am now your friend!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
With his latest offering, Madhur Bhandarkar has proved that he has more than just facts to share, for Fashion, unlike his other movies, is not just a depiction of reality, but a story... a tale... and that too surprisingly a delightful one!
Keeping in mind Madhur’s delight quotient that is...
Kangana opens the show, continuing from where she left in ‘Woh Lamhe’. She plays a devious super model Shonali Gujral (Gets really angry when her abusive boyfriend, more like sex and coke buddy, calls her crazy!), who ends up losing her career to an upcoming model Meghna Mathur (Priyanka Chopra) and to the much hyped addiction. She is admitted to a rehab for until the end of the movie. We will talk more about her later. That’s for sure!
As for our heroine, who comes to Bombay... aah! Mumbai... Mumbai, who comes to Mumbai from Chandigarh to fulfil her (mind you, not just model) but her super model dream, Madhur makes it an easier than miraculous ride for her. She gets her first show too fast to quick (Spare the lingerie advertisement... that’s just for Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. Yes there are some funny moments here) and in no time, she becomes a top model! *Trust me girls, it is not that easy*. As for Meghna, she takes the other road, driving in the ‘employee with benefit’ lane with Arbaaz Khan, a fashion honcho, who escorts her till the top. (And keeps her there!)
But Fashion ka jalwa gets to our girl. She goes around insulting everyone (Reason is not justified though, apart from what she calls “attitude”) sparing not even her roommate cum part time boyfriend Manav (Arjan Bajwa, a newcomer to look forward to definitely). She rubs Arbaaz the wrong way and result- Her contract is terminated. And she has no friends for support either.
Her lifestyle changes drastically. She falls on alcohol and smoke, and takes to the junkie lifestyle. Drunk and high, she ends up sleeping with a black guy (*evil eye to the director*). That strikes her (The colour black) and she realizes the mess she has put herself into.
Upset, she goes back to her parents. A year goes by; she gets psychological help! But then her dad (Raj Babbar) figures out that her only cure is that she must back to Mumbai and start all over again. He advices her this, and she returns to Mumbai. Apologising to everybody in her contact list, she decides she will start afresh. She again gets an opportunity (She has the right friends!) but this time she messes that up.
She is broke in all means. It is here that Kangana resurfaces, on the roads of Mumbai (You know where this is taken from). Meghna takes up her responsibility, in repentance. She helps Shonali recover, and in the process finds her lost spirit.
Let me not reveal the climax. T hough it very predictable but still it holds you.
The same can be said about the entire film, very blatant in terms of story, but the director keeps you engaged never the less. So much so that despite the 170 minutes length, you still want the movie to not end (Though a major reason and credit for this goes to the look designers and choreographers. Voila! The girls look magnificent). It truly is fashion at its best.
Taking about the girls, Kangana Ranaut is unbeatable on the ramp. The lady burns it from the first step, making Priyanka look like a substandard replacement throughout. Way to go! Brilliant performance also as she justly personifies the madness of a supermodel, in the most relentless fashion, using her dysfunctional accent as an asset once again and steals all the sympathy form Priyanka. As for Piggy Chops, she does her thing, yes, but then that’s all she does. And I have to mention this, the lines on her neck are a turn off, make up malfunction once again, and also when you see the slim as a scale Kangana and Mugdha Godse (who looks pretty where she has to and has acted fairly), it is difficult to not notice her paunch. Buck up on that one sweety. You are a super model Nevertheless she has her oomph moments of course, and has delivered a substantially grounded performance.
As for the detailing in the movie (Madhur’s speciality), guess there is just too much to show, for he hardly covers all aspects of Fashion, maybe touching some, but all that hoopla about revelations about the industry, there are none, apart from the usual gay, promiscuous and couch shades! Technical’s fair well, however cinematography had a lot more scope. The music is really good however it is underutilized I feel.
But overall, damn the movie is must watch. Your eyes are going to love this and so is your heart. And genuinely, there is nothing really ‘adulty’ about the movie. So go enjoy it with your family. Yes I used the word enjoy. See for yourself!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Here is something I had done for my Sociology project. It is a sociological analysis of a poem I had written. the analysis is a lso in the poetic format so... Read on...
Notes of a mad man!
When the world is laughing,
I hold back
Pitying their ignorance.
Doubting the fair
With a sense of pride
Loathing all innocence.
Drawing pleasure from the dark
Not rejoicing the light.
Searching only for the higher purpose
Leaving everything else behind.
Marching along the unknown
Hoping, sacrifice serves the reason
For its not with Them that I belong
Living the unlived season.
Thwarted by present
I am celebrating pain
Numbing the urge,
for only the future remains.
The path that I am walking
Opens only towards the end
which is a new beginning in itself
Let’s all the wounds mend
For sure, the blooded will have his victory
It’s in the nature
Resistencia will lead to discovery,
Tastier than all flavours.
And this shall be my story...
I’ll try my best to preach.
But mortality will never realize
For they believe only ‘luck’ is within their reach!
Everything is social
All thoughts, all actions, their reactions, their purposes...
Every creation, every work is relevant and a part of the sociological being of a person.
It is a reflection of ‘his’ sociology, his sociological imagination...
A canvas of his beliefs, of his morals,
Representing, where he stands in the sociological aspect of things!
‘Mutual’... everything is mutual, all losses all gains, the celebration as well as pains, all journeys... and all people... ALL beings, life and lifeless.
Having said this, I make it very clear that the mentioned piece of work is a part of ‘me’. And this is my effort to understand that part by using my knowledge in Sociology, imparted to me by Prof. Nandini Sardesai.
I am thankful to her.
Let us begin...
To understand an art, one must first understand its purpose...
He writes to clarify
He writes to strengthen
He writes to announce,
to himself and to others
His mind! His soul! His him.
His doubts, he calls for help, his shouts
He wants to feel light.
The route... he wants a cohort.
Somebody to cling on to in the blackout
Where he resides, in his search for light.
He simply writes to feel strong headed... he is a cynic. A BEAUTIFUL cynic, if you can see.
Can you, he asks?
Now that we know why, lets figure out what.
Going stanza wise:-
When the... all innocence (Ethnocentrism)
He stands tall
So, he thinks.
He is anti-order
Burning all the fodder
provided to him,
In the incest of ethnocentrism.
He demeans others’ status.
He believes he is asociable. And he is loving it!
Drawing Pleasure... else behind (Culture)
His culture is asociable too.
Re-ordered to his sociology.
Limited to ‘black’ and ‘white’... his colours
His only colours.
Focused at the destination,
he invents, recreates, barring adaption, diffusion,
his way of breathing.
His language, only to himself
Meant to hide him.
To keep away norms, to keep away ‘their’ culture
Exclusivity to the reward, his goal!
Marching along... future remains (Social control, Interaction, Group)
He rides to his throne.
Out grouping all
He lives beyond ‘control’
He owns his world!
Thwarted by... the future remains (Reality, Status, Definitions, Institution
His world, his reality
Time is his, and so is its duality.
Shaped by his perceptions
Rather the lack of it
Re-meaning them. A new genesis!
His world is his master status
‘I’, the only resident.
‘I’, the only role.
‘I’, the only institution.
‘I’, the only descendent.
Where I lives on forever, but first it has to be created.
The path... wounds mend. (Reference group, Anticipatory Socialization)
That him is his reference
So he must remake
Sociology be cursed
For his creation is at stake.
Endure the bruises now
For then’s sake
For then will only survive
With now’s loss intake!
For sure... all flavours (Resocialization)
He is created.
And he is dripping
Smiling at ‘wait’
Victory bells ticking.
For he will achieve his reference
Its done, its set
Its found, its on its way.
His role is coming
And its just the start.
Poor boy! All that he has resisted will greet him as he wins
For he will celebrate,
At that ‘now’ he never believed in!
This shall... Luck is within their reach.
Wow! It’s amazing to realize that, no matter how hard you try to run away, this world gets you finally. “Thank world for that!” we would say. But what about this boy who will one day realize that all he had left back during his journey is what he got at the end of it. Irony, at its killing best, isn’t it?
He achieved what he wanted to without anybody to his side, but in the end he had to come back to the people to share his reward, his story. Because a reward has no meaning if it’s not shared.
Some things are not meant to be exclusive. Life is not meant to be exclusive!
Bow your heads
And let the trumpets blow
For the social order of things prevails.
Thank you for reading my work. I really appreciate it.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Why are you so silent...
Dont you get bored sitting here all alone all the time...
Oh! your verbally impaired, is it?
Do some sign language at least. Its not good manners, not responding to people...
My god! You are so stubborn...
I came all the way frm Bombay... Oh now Mumbai, of course... to see you. And look at you. So haughty...
All this gold makes you have this air, it seems...
But dont forget it is us who have given you all this...
Yah... My Dad is into donations and stuff so...
I dont believe in this, of course...
Giving away the hard earned money!
I' d rather watch a movie...
I can treat you there...
But clearly you seem so unintersested...
Man! you are such a bore...
Abd guess what?...
Blah!I am not going to bother anymore...
*Stands for sometime*
Chalo then! I am leaving. It was nice seeing you.
I am being sarcastic of course...
Hey. Who was that?
I kind of like him though...
Didn't treat me like a Blah either...
Hey, guess what?
I have made my decision.
I am going after him!!!
Finally someone who treats me like i am alive. God!!!
Now where did he go????
Hey...cool boy...cool boy?
Its THAT simple! God...and life...and everything we assume isn't.
All we need to do is see what we see...
All that mankind needs is... to BE... just BE!
*High time, get a glasses if you don't... Ass*
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I will not be Blogging anymore!!! (Yeah… I can see you going Thank god!)
The reason… Read on one last time… Its highly unnecessary though… so only if you have no other work
When I started this Blog, I had two motives.
: In quest of sweet mortality - Which was about finding self-like creatures and establishing communication with them through this forum… sharing certain of my works, beliefs, thoughts, basically… an integral part of me. And second
: Was about some simple things that I went through and the idea was to let everyone know about those experiences so they may extract something from it!
And they did! A little too much though.
Yes I may have misrepresented myself… fat chance!
But still, let me for ones put the blame on others… not that it makes a difference… but I have been advised to… so anyways
Like I was saying… the over interpreters
Agreed, the writings were about me or related to me and were mostly true.
But they were just a PART of me! And let me come clear… A tiny teeny part.
But these enthusiastic bunch of ‘know it alls’ went ahead and chose to define my whole on their basis.
Not just that, they first redefined each meaning in the every work and its context, based on their interpretations and THEN they implied them on me!
Geniuses’ all of them.
So I became Devdas for everybody… and that too one without a Paro
Not to forget, the dark Knight… ahem light in which people already see me (For which I am solely responsible… sorry I subjected you through all that) and so THE IDEAL COMBINATION DID WHAT IT HAD TO : Made everyone, including me, weary about Shivam.
And genuinely I can’t deal with it anymore.
Eccentricity will never be granted casual acceptance in our society so I might as well contain it!
No, I am not saying I am eccentric… THEY ARE
And like I told you in the earlier post… what they say is what I am made to be, by them and by me, both.
Besides, something I found out last night has just left me mystified
And amazed, for sure,
About the way people function! OR DISfunction… both equally self righteous so who cares?
So I’d rather concentrate on learning about PUBLIC behavior than myself
I am toh there forever
It’s these people that I have to retain
And to do so, I will have to be like them! (See I am learning finally)
This will, of course, require a lot of practice
And I am out of time already.
Wish me luck
I will keep on posting interesting things I come across anyways, so you can check once in a while.
But nothing really personal. (Not that you are really interested either!!!)
And maybe I will be back once things get sorted out
Maybe real quick
Just hope so please ‘coz trust me I will be missing this… AND YOU”LL!
Finally, a couple of acknowledgements!
Esha Rihal: Guys follow her blog http://www.perniciously.blogspot.com/ It’s Fantastic!
Pratik Bubna : My first and most generous reader.
Smaran ...PROFESSIONAL NAME STEADTLER... i can give you'll his number too : My favorite critic in the whole wide world! #%**"@
Viral Savla : Oh! My Poet Friend. My Pillar. My Inspiration. My source. One of the best poets I know. See for yourself on http://www.theselfishpoet.blogspot.com/
And all the people who fell for my enforcement and read the Blog Or even *drooled* at the pictures. It really means the world to me!!! I am not even kidding. It does…
Couldn’t have been possible without you guys… Honestly. Thank you.
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
"Sex is just a small part of Sex"
"I suck at Romantics... I Do. Maybe thats why I believe I will make a submissive lover"
"A country's politics is the most appropriate representative for the kind of people that live in that country"
"Religion is a chunk of your heart and a peice of your mind... Or a peice of your heart and a chunk of your mind. Both ways, it is unbalanced!
"Love is exactly what it is not!"
"Don't shun the games darling... ever! 'Coz you never know if you are the chosen one"
Saturday, October 4, 2008
It is funny I keep apologising to people I have lost!!! They ain't coming back anyways. What do you'll think... Should I continue?
Look at me again...
I don’t know why
Friday, October 3, 2008
Surrender my body
To the entangling beats of the night.
Marvelling... they mock my sway
But I swear it is not mine!
Rescued by some beings next door,
My master sets himself free,
Taking me beyond 'us'
Away from sweet mortality.
I long to get back to ignorance
'coz this view of me churns my left resistance.
My emptiness left bare,
And vulnerability barring all filling vents.
Contradictions won't let anything repair,
As my war with me continues...
Swells up the enigma down there
And I am taken further away
A tear of mine drops on my material disguise,
as he flows to the tune, lifeless.
It is dooms' light.
Gone, I am, in the glare
And as I close down.
Erupts from within a lava of my nothingness,
burning everything I am in no time
I bid my adieus
I surrender once again... Arrest me my Demons!
Meanwhile, an escaped flicker of a lazy good doubt
lights my within.
Then one last time, I peep inside the hollow cavern.
I am about to stare when
Hsss! I blind
It is the endlessness of my space.
The glamour of its unoccupied volume,
echoing 'what I am isn't what I'll be,
That I am just a beginning, with a choice to retain what I keep'.
They say my upgradation is complete
And just when I am about to ask if
... Once again, the noise of silence
My senses lost.
And I am catapulted back to time
Shivering, I open my eyes,
To find my people
Rejoicing on my opportunity
On this blessed lightness I can, now, enjoy.
But, only, till I am refilled with the unholy,
Again, longing to be taken.
And goes on the voluptuous morn.
My smile intact throughout,
as I converse with the music...
Gratified about my whereabout!!!