Who's What...?

Many a times we ask questions much to ourselves than others and come to self approved conclusions or opinions on things that could be naive or alien. It could just be shockingly wrong or incorrect, yet it's the conclusion our own mind has made and so we can't give it up and live with it sometimes for the whole life. Misunderstanding is what this syndrome is mostly referred to, but its not as easy or simple as it looks inside a dictionary or in the English vocabulary. There's indeed more...

Our belief system as we know is quite strong and that's what we are all born with and grow up with. For ages, man knew nothing about fire and for the scientist who was hell bent on inventing a hydrogen or a nuclear bomb knew nothing about how much Bin Laden (and assholes alike) would be greatful. For what he might have got a nobel prize caused a great ignoble deal. Another case of great misunderstanding.

So what has a scientist or a Laden got to do with you and me!? Well nothing but a part of our belief system. We still blame the wrong ones and sometimes fail to understand the cause of their deeds. Much retrospection might be needed until we come out to say who's what.

Turn the table for a second and start treating yourself as your foe. A case of inspecting your back, how bad it is rather than listing out 100 thousand and million good things to boast about. Things might start looking differently, certainly, for sure. But we don't like to do this, obviously. I mean why and who would want to start writing a book on all the bad qualities they possessed and how inhumanly disgustingly uglyly bad they were to the world of their people. Yet, there's a need for us to do it. 

To figure out or conclude who's what isn't as much important as understanding the self. And, there's no need to care a cent for who's what. What matters is who's you! (It's not 'who are you' in the deliberate sense)

Just Look…!

Just look, once, how you look
Jounce, you’ll be shook

Thy eyes hold your self

Red, burnt, a crimson crook


From cute innocence

To lustrous adolescence

A mind with questions

Spreading like fragrance


Some answers convince

Some against acceptance

What you spurn

Question thy own existence


Just look, and look once again

Is it cute, where’s the innocence!

A big fatal dire sign

Ain’t any mirror to your conscience!

Verses…!

Verse and verse traverse

Through the universe

A begin, an end, then reverse

All metes n curtails they cross

You know you can if you ever want

Remember, recollect and recount

How often you’ve missed them

Why at all you let go once again

Just when they hit your nerves

And you didn’t let them converse

Verses all day long, deep in sleep

There’s a mind dedicated for them to peep

You might ignore and shut the door

Some hugs n kisses, yet they pour

Hold on to them, each one and all

Save and engrave, they breathe after all…

Sometimes…!

Sometimes on a long stretched road

A lonely walker sings his soul

None pass by, he’s unheard

Trees, his verses, his sole!

Every leaf that fell, like dying

A mother branch, he sees was crying

Can I put you back he sings!

Some nod and fragrance the leaf brings

While fallen leaf comforts his feet

Looking gently, he feels some heartbeat

Are you real, are you alive he quests

It dances to some wind that sets!

Another day, they fall, all together

More on floor, an axed mother

His feet feels warmth, leaves below

Teary eyes find none above

An open sky that cried, that fret

Wet they felt, yet no man left

His song was mute and they all were pleased

They had come and so, all should cease

He walked again all alone

Songs died, they all had gone

A long road like desert

Some thunders meant skies were alert

They could be coming here, what should we do!

Skies asked and cried and there he stood…

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara...

So, yet another movie revolving around 3 male friends, their lives, love lives and a long time promise to keep - the road trip. The movie begins and sails well with intentionally written humorous dialogues (though not totally refreshing) by Farhan Akhtar in the typical DCH style (you just can't ignore even if you've wanted to). But, there are no complaints until they get repetitive for too long. 

The movie strikes with a philosophy to preach and that is live life to the fullest and live every moment of it. There's nothing new in such a thought though Arjun (played by Hritik Roshan) in his mid or early 30s seems to be realizing it only after coming into a holiday with a few scuba diving sessions. It's interesting to watch a scene between Arjun and Laila (Played beautifully by Katrina) when they almost get into an amateurish teenage talk discussing the kind of boyfriend/girlfriend they're looking for. Laila's character is turned into a preacher more than anything else here. As she says 'tumhari zindagi badalne wali hai', an excellent camera work takes you into the deep sea showing various marine lives that nearly breath on screen. Yet, there's something that goes missing for the audience to get connected with Arjun.

The guy who plans the road trip - Kabir (played decently by Abhay Deol) is cursed with an annoying girlfriend who's more suspicious than any girl could ever be to suspect her fiance right after engagement and just before marriage so much to even bump into his bachelor's party! Someone who would doubt her groom-to-be having an affair with his friend's date is hardly convincing to the urban crowd of today. So, its not just the other characters but even the audience feels she's interrupting their lives. Poor Kalki deserved a re-look into a character she portrayed well!

The savior comes in the form of Imran (played superbly by Farhan Akhtar). There's a serious quest, there's some mystery, there's lots of fun and there's some life in the character the team wrote for him. They might have just spent some time on others too. However, Farhan Akhtar doesn't disappoint a bit. If you thought he was a good director, a decent actor and a singer, now he proves he's versatile enough to share screen with Naseeruddin Shah, yet keep your eyes on him. Kudos lad. It's a rare combination to have. Whether the constant friction with Arjun or a beautiful chemistry he shares with the Spanish beauty (who dazzles in one of the smallest cameos), the writers deserve a thumbs up! One might assume Hritik to be playing a cool-guy and Farhan to don a serious one, Zoya thinks otherwise and just gets it spot on.

So, ZNMD is after all not a bad film or a bad watch either. It just could've got better with more realistic characterizations. And for the beautiful songs by Shankar Ehsaan Loy that sound great on an iPod, one foreground song comes after almost an hour into the movie while the rest barge in more frequently almost halting the progress. A few of the pranks could've got edited rather than getting repetitive for the viewers to even grin or care for. The uncomprehensible poetry that comes in regular intervals throughout, might just sound too heavy for half of the audience but thoughtful for few. Yes, the adventures spread evenly across the screenplay do get one involved and even inspire to a large extent. There are a few hits yet, some misses and what could've been an excellent movie falls short. 

I did enjoy, but not as much!

Green, bliss n blah…

A month and a half it has been

I’m surrounded by all that’s green

From the morning venture, into the nature

The evening breeze, son of winter

Some bliss does fall

Showers of love n all…!

Floating fog for waking eyes, like some hill station

SLR to capture it’s every motion

Red n orange behind some trees,

Sun comes alive to please

Not missing any glimpse, like it’s all gonna end

Off the bed, I stretch n bend

Some waterfall, some water-flow over pebbles

A day vanishes, an evening delicious

Dusk or dawn who knows it better

A Sun has gone, but the moon ain’t any dimmer

Across the window, some buildings look taller

Tens of miles farther, yet familiar

An open sky pouring oceans of water

I look down, they bathe budding flower

Green is silence, it's peace

Days look like descending bliss

Words fail, thoughts flow unshared for long

Yet at times, what just remains we go blah on our blog!

PS: I don't want to call it a poem. My cluttered thoughts just got a little rhyming, hence posting under 'Random'.

O Sathi Re

One of my most favorite Kishore Da's songs when it comes to centi category - O Sathi Re from Muqaddar Ka Sikandar. Exceptionally enacted by Big B that you almost cry watching this song as much as you would just listening to it.
Here it is in my voice with a sincere effort. And, apologies applicable (if any)

Dedicated to someone I love immensely...


O Sathi Re

O Hansini

Here's a song - 'O Hansini' originally sung by Kishore Da, composed by RD for the movie 'Zehreela Insaan' originally made in Kannada - 'Naagara Haavu' by the legendary Puttanna Kanagal.
The beauty of this song (and it's counterpart in Kannada 'Baare Baare' sung by P B Srinivas) is the 'thehraav' in it.  One of my favorites out of Kishore Da collection.

I make this brave attempt once again, trying to just sing.
Again, will promise to replace with better versions as I make progress :)

O Hansini

It's Yet Another Day...!

Waking up to just yet another day, something special and a little ordinary. A wide bright sky up above, blue n white with little moving cloud ships upright. Some tall bunch of trees green and more green forming jungles, mysteriously emphatic! Sounds of falling water, music to ears. A buzzing city miles n distance away, yet eyes see her clear with twinkle n shine...

They build tall buildings, they hide skies n outshine the stars at nights. They make noices decibels louder than they can hear. They get sucked in tiny boxes, beg to call them private, fight to breath. No common spaces, avoid mischievous child's giggles next door, call it stress-free...

You see them, eyes don't meet. Aliens for each other, vouch they don't breath in the air you breath. Clever one from the other and don't call it a negative trait, it's just natural and if you hate you're just ain't it. 

But the day isn't anything like what it was ever and so are they, nothing like anyone else including their mothers. It's new, it's different, normal or whatever you feel it is. 

Looking at the wide open sky up above, gazing out of the tiny box and fighting to breath, colors painted bring million smiles, worries retreat. It's yet another day, stirring a crazy mind, compelled to look for what it wasn't anything about yet what it is!