kaafi dino se main kujh bhatak sa rha tha. i was not getting wat i needed. sometimes there is a void in your life which haunts you and makes u vulnerable for urself. i was trying to accumulate myself but when i retraced myself i found myself surrounded by very strange elements. when u get something very easily u start losing its worth. something a bit same happened with me too, but in my case i had to pay for that thing. when the time comes, this void came into being, bcoz i dont wantd to pay the price. it wasnt like that i cudnt pay the price, bas main dena nhi chahta tha. this phase a long time, really long time. during this time only life rolled very roughly. actually i was unable to cope with it. it was like a player playing without practice after a long time. pta to tha kya karna hai. par kujh ho nhi rha tha.
to be contd................
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Love Signal
Apun bole to aaj phir intezaar kiya. Aur kya karne ka tha. Ek aur picture fokat mein dekh daala. Is baar apun ne kya mast picture dekha baap, iss picture net oh film industry ka watt laga diya hoenga. Watt bole to yeh apni kism ka pehla picture hai na.. saab kya bole abhi apun. Mast bana daala re..
Hey folks confused! I just watched Traffic Signal. Roadside signal nhi re baap. Picture dekh daala re. The movie excellent made described and configured on the lives of people living under a traffic signal in a metropolitan city. Well to name this city is a proud and a shame too. Mumbai. Yeh nagariya gr888 hai re. The movie is so perfectly directed. The movie maker has succeeded to achieve his goal and I must say that the movie is not only worth watching but also inspirational. The movie inspires to live in this harsh world without tensions and worries and spread love which takes no bucks to do that. Yaar dil ki baat bolu, movie mein ek hi baat sabse strong lagi who hai ek hidden concept of life in this movie. Its LOVE. Truly every man on earth is in the need of immense love. Half the population die devoid of love. And the rest never get the chance to tell someone how much love he/she has for the one they love. .
I was in my school when Master Salim came to my city to perform at the Pir’s place called the Wadi Dargah. His master too came there to listen Master Salim. I became fan of that guy and even had lessons of Sufi music from him which I never able to grasp properly. What I learnt from these Sufi maestros is that the ultimate goal of this life of any creature on earth, is the search of true love. Everyone has/her part of love in their hearts. The only thing they all are in search of is the right person to share their love. In the race to find their partners they sometimes make mistakes and then repent of no use. Sufi’s love the music and the Creator of this whole thing they called Jannat. By Jannat they mean Srishti, Universe, all the matter and the anti matter. Everything from man to bacteria from chairs to rivers and seas, everything. To them Love is the supreme religion and the person who has true love is the person equivalent to the Saint. They prefer Sufi music in praise of the true love of their Saints and make themselves “Mast Malang”.
The movie Traffic Signal, dealt with somewhat same concept. True love and be MAST MALANG. The people around the traffic Signal lived in a very pathetic conditions but they have constituted an industry worth crores. What’s the real reson behind this. They accepted every person their family. What is their family? It involves eery person who lived their and worked their. They had immense love and care for each other. They were not hungry of the money they collected from doing what they liked or are some way forced to do. It is the love, not usually from the outside world but of the members of their families. They lived together and love flows in their veins like blood irrespective of caste creed color religion and sex. Just for instance, in the movie there is a character shown in the movie which had nothing much important role to play. This man was educated but left college due to drug addiction and had even led her mother to become a sex worker. He loved a woman who selled her body to feed herself. The last scene of this guy in the movie really enthralled my body mind and the soul. And I realized once again, there is nothing important than love. Yaar his eyes drought just have a look of love in her lover’s eyes and when he got that still he could not control his soul to be within his body and it attained Moksha.
Yaara aiven nahin kehnde Ishq milda nasiba naal. Jis nu milda oh iss duniya da nahin rehnda.
Hey folks confused! I just watched Traffic Signal. Roadside signal nhi re baap. Picture dekh daala re. The movie excellent made described and configured on the lives of people living under a traffic signal in a metropolitan city. Well to name this city is a proud and a shame too. Mumbai. Yeh nagariya gr888 hai re. The movie is so perfectly directed. The movie maker has succeeded to achieve his goal and I must say that the movie is not only worth watching but also inspirational. The movie inspires to live in this harsh world without tensions and worries and spread love which takes no bucks to do that. Yaar dil ki baat bolu, movie mein ek hi baat sabse strong lagi who hai ek hidden concept of life in this movie. Its LOVE. Truly every man on earth is in the need of immense love. Half the population die devoid of love. And the rest never get the chance to tell someone how much love he/she has for the one they love. .
I was in my school when Master Salim came to my city to perform at the Pir’s place called the Wadi Dargah. His master too came there to listen Master Salim. I became fan of that guy and even had lessons of Sufi music from him which I never able to grasp properly. What I learnt from these Sufi maestros is that the ultimate goal of this life of any creature on earth, is the search of true love. Everyone has/her part of love in their hearts. The only thing they all are in search of is the right person to share their love. In the race to find their partners they sometimes make mistakes and then repent of no use. Sufi’s love the music and the Creator of this whole thing they called Jannat. By Jannat they mean Srishti, Universe, all the matter and the anti matter. Everything from man to bacteria from chairs to rivers and seas, everything. To them Love is the supreme religion and the person who has true love is the person equivalent to the Saint. They prefer Sufi music in praise of the true love of their Saints and make themselves “Mast Malang”.
The movie Traffic Signal, dealt with somewhat same concept. True love and be MAST MALANG. The people around the traffic Signal lived in a very pathetic conditions but they have constituted an industry worth crores. What’s the real reson behind this. They accepted every person their family. What is their family? It involves eery person who lived their and worked their. They had immense love and care for each other. They were not hungry of the money they collected from doing what they liked or are some way forced to do. It is the love, not usually from the outside world but of the members of their families. They lived together and love flows in their veins like blood irrespective of caste creed color religion and sex. Just for instance, in the movie there is a character shown in the movie which had nothing much important role to play. This man was educated but left college due to drug addiction and had even led her mother to become a sex worker. He loved a woman who selled her body to feed herself. The last scene of this guy in the movie really enthralled my body mind and the soul. And I realized once again, there is nothing important than love. Yaar his eyes drought just have a look of love in her lover’s eyes and when he got that still he could not control his soul to be within his body and it attained Moksha.
Yaara aiven nahin kehnde Ishq milda nasiba naal. Jis nu milda oh iss duniya da nahin rehnda.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Time Wasted....
At the oddest hour of the day one could think of doing some work or watching movies. But in my case I’m waiting for the call from my girlfriend. Its 3:47 am. SMS’ed her many times but possibly she slept. There is a positive hope in my heart that she will wake up of a bad, not bad but a pleasant dream, with a knock in her mind reminding her that her boyfriend is waiting for her voice to come into his ears and she will call. Let my spirits don’t come down.
Well one must be thinking, what this kuel dude waiting all the time waiting for the call. I must say that I listened songs, tried to read a book on religion, stuffed myself with pranthas in the night canteen, worked on the computer and finally after series of messages to her, I hooked myself for the movie. Although I don’t know how long my wait will last, probably for the 2 hours time pass, I have to do this. I have searched my PC for all the movies I have, all seen; only this movie I could dare to watch again. “RISK”. At my place one could think of only Risk Management as an subject for MBA or to the max can risk a small part of big pocket money trying something new at the roadside café. But taking the risk with one’s life is a big game, better the game of life; not like cricket or soccer. Something that involved the thrill and the danger of the life. It’s about playing with lives, to kill and be killed if you loose. The movie told the same game on the big screen. The plot of the movie revolved two main characters i.e. the good guy, Inspector and the bad guy, the underworld mafia don placed in Bangkok. The character of the inspector is very bold and daring; he took the decisions in his own way. For him the criminal has to die and believes in encounters than arrests. He plays a game to get the don in his grip, for which he stakes his life to the max. But he looses his mother and his men, like other masala movies, in this game. He plays his counterparts in the game very trickily taking max risks in his every move. And finally he is able to get the don deported to India under custody of the CBI. But there the corruption plays the role and the don is to get a clean chit for the charges framed against him. The movie maker ends the movie on the death of the don in the police custody by the good guy with six bullets in the body of the inspector.
The movie has just one thing worth; if you get the opportunities do never ever miss them. Take them for granted. Closing one door will close all others. Think before you act, although I haven’t before I started writing. I have learnt from my cousin while playing chess; always check what will be the next move possible for you after this. This is possible only if you know what the opponent will move after your move.
Well one must be thinking, what this kuel dude waiting all the time waiting for the call. I must say that I listened songs, tried to read a book on religion, stuffed myself with pranthas in the night canteen, worked on the computer and finally after series of messages to her, I hooked myself for the movie. Although I don’t know how long my wait will last, probably for the 2 hours time pass, I have to do this. I have searched my PC for all the movies I have, all seen; only this movie I could dare to watch again. “RISK”. At my place one could think of only Risk Management as an subject for MBA or to the max can risk a small part of big pocket money trying something new at the roadside café. But taking the risk with one’s life is a big game, better the game of life; not like cricket or soccer. Something that involved the thrill and the danger of the life. It’s about playing with lives, to kill and be killed if you loose. The movie told the same game on the big screen. The plot of the movie revolved two main characters i.e. the good guy, Inspector and the bad guy, the underworld mafia don placed in Bangkok. The character of the inspector is very bold and daring; he took the decisions in his own way. For him the criminal has to die and believes in encounters than arrests. He plays a game to get the don in his grip, for which he stakes his life to the max. But he looses his mother and his men, like other masala movies, in this game. He plays his counterparts in the game very trickily taking max risks in his every move. And finally he is able to get the don deported to India under custody of the CBI. But there the corruption plays the role and the don is to get a clean chit for the charges framed against him. The movie maker ends the movie on the death of the don in the police custody by the good guy with six bullets in the body of the inspector.
The movie has just one thing worth; if you get the opportunities do never ever miss them. Take them for granted. Closing one door will close all others. Think before you act, although I haven’t before I started writing. I have learnt from my cousin while playing chess; always check what will be the next move possible for you after this. This is possible only if you know what the opponent will move after your move.
“Kehte hain insaan wohi karta hai jo usse karna hota hai,In Bhagwad Gita, its written that one must do his Karma and should not worry about the fruits of his Karma. But after watching this movie, one must think beyond his counterpart can.
Bas dekhna to yeh hai ke who karta kaise hai”
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Vesta…. The countdown to Saturnalia
Actually it’s the replacement on the name of IZHAAR. The cultural saga, the competition, the war on the stage is between 1st, 2nd, 3rd yr. & PG’s. the fun filled ride is so amazing, so exciting, perspired for the participants, responsibility for the YR’s and what not for the organizers. There was action, fire, passion, desire, emotions, laughter and not the least, laughter and fun. Brilliant performances by all the participants have thrilled the Vesta and had made the competition tough. The high sound of the cheering up for their years is all the noise in the air of the small audi which is unable to fit the huge crowd. As usual the fight between X-Team and AV continues, but this time X-Team wins and the whole blame was on AV, which further spilled their part of the mistake to organizers. But the problem could not be solved, mic’s aren’t working and the sound of the songs played is hardly audible clearly...
Thus a new sound was in the air and that was more loud and clear..AV hai hai…
The crowd was amazing and filled with more energy than some of the participants… just to quote, in Hasya Kavi Sammelan, a guy narrating his composition isn’t so HASYA but the comment from a girl made the wave of laughter…( Bhaiya Bas Karo). I was sitting with a guy from 2nd yr. a very well known of me, since we were sitting on the girls side were unable to cheer our years. But one thing we noticed and decided to do is something really a matter of stress giving. He told me to compare an event in such a way that we ourselves ask the individual year to cheer for their year. Then we will ask them to cheer for their college… coz that was what needed.. not only with the perspective of SATURNALIA but with a thought that, it is the institution which is all for us irrespective of our years. Nobody says a word full of goodness for the college but all take pride of their college, why, just coz of reputation of the college. Ask urself who made the reputation of the college.
Thus a new sound was in the air and that was more loud and clear..AV hai hai…
The crowd was amazing and filled with more energy than some of the participants… just to quote, in Hasya Kavi Sammelan, a guy narrating his composition isn’t so HASYA but the comment from a girl made the wave of laughter…( Bhaiya Bas Karo). I was sitting with a guy from 2nd yr. a very well known of me, since we were sitting on the girls side were unable to cheer our years. But one thing we noticed and decided to do is something really a matter of stress giving. He told me to compare an event in such a way that we ourselves ask the individual year to cheer for their year. Then we will ask them to cheer for their college… coz that was what needed.. not only with the perspective of SATURNALIA but with a thought that, it is the institution which is all for us irrespective of our years. Nobody says a word full of goodness for the college but all take pride of their college, why, just coz of reputation of the college. Ask urself who made the reputation of the college.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Mirage...
"At times your mind is willing to do the things but your body refuses your mighty command.".
I met a person, who is fat & filthy, not so handsome by face. He has no attitude nor any caliber can be found in him. He is more obsessive about friends than his goal and his work. With a little knowledge of no man's world, he is a writer. The biggest problem with this writer is, he has no words to explain anything and the most wonderful thing about him is, he hardly gets time to write & when his mind is willing to, his body refuses to write. He tries tocatch the ascent of every character although he lacks the dramatics sense. When I took a deeper and concentrated look on this man, I found myself in front of the mirror
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
What I Need Today???
GOD wants us to live like the GRASS. it is stepped on, crushed, burned & cut, but it persists & grows Backeven greener and stronger.
A good qoute! but its not the truth of the life we are leading today. We are put into the life that is not meant for humans. Why I am saying Humans is because God has not created the humans as they are today. We are so mean and cheap that we cannot see beyond in the light of lust, money selfishness, and many more virtues; life is moving irrespective of realising that we are the humans and have some neds which are to be fulfilled.
Hey are you confused. I was too confused when i penned down this piece of writing on my diary last night. I thought of it more than that reqiured and realised that it has meaning if we for an example take the recent incident of bomb blasts in Mumbai and Srinagar. I know it will seem wierd but i want to think on the lines below;
Mumbai tadapa to sara Bharat Bhadka,25 saal se kashmir jal raha hai,I felt heart stricken when I heard about this incident. Blasts in Mumbai and Srinagar, a great story of the day for the Media, MUDDA for the opposition, Headache for the ruling party, Grievances for Mumbaikars, Police walon ki Phatt gayee, ISI n other secret agencies ko Akhir kar koi kaam mila, gave chance to bloggers like me to burst their egos n for the people across the country; especially Mumbaikars, its a state of trauma. The whole Mumbai was shocked by the serial blasts and in few moments the the Toll of the Dead starts. Then starts the cries and prayers of the Mumbaikars and others across the nation. Mumbai ki Bhid mein hum bhul gaye ke blasts sirf mumbai mein nahin srinagar mein bhi hue hain. Arre nahin yaar they were taken into consideration by the Media people to make the links of the blasts to the Terrorists of the Kashmir. Why this happened? Kya kashmir mein HUMANS nahin rehte?(HUMAN BOMBS) Kya unke sakhe sambhandhi on ko chinta nahin hoti? Do they don't have thier loved ones living or present at the victimised place?
Fikr Dilli walon ka lagaa, aur vaadi mein toh bacha bhi khul kar roya nahin hai,
Kya karen Srinagar mein koi filmstar, neta yan businessman nahin rehta hai.
Nothing matters. Not even a single channel came to their limelight, hoping for government is a distant foolishness. Why should this nation sholud worry about that piece of land or the portion of the country' map? Why should opposition make it a Mudda? (It is a priviledged state) L.K. Advani ko kya padi hai Mumbai chhod kar Kashmir mein jaane ki.
Arre Bhai, Kashmir ki vaadiyon mein koi hasti nahin rehti hai, koi businessman nahin, neta nahin, filmstar nahin, koi mumbaikar yaan dilli wala nahin, yeh to chann pahadi garib kashmirion ki vaadi hai. Koi kashmiri agar yeh kehde dilli mein mumbai mein ke main kashmir se aaya hoon, log usko bulana pasand nahin karenge. Kya karein apne nahin hai na, yeh to terrorists hain. People don't like to buy shawls from a shawlwala who comes at your door to sell. Why? Because, he is a kashmiri, saala zaroor khabri hoga. This has happened and will continue to happen. Poverty has stories to flash at "Sansani" and various other programs broadcasted on news channels. But when it comes to a situation like this all go shut.
Courtesy: The Hindu
Friday, May 26, 2006
Fanaa.....
"tere dil mein meri saansein panaah mil jaye,
tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaye"
These were the dialogues which have rocked the theatre at the first day second show in Tagore here at Patiala. Uhhh... i can't resist that! it was like lve was flowing not in the mind body and souls of the stars screening the movie but it was actually e fixed in my chair with the almighty feeling a wave flowing in my whole body when Zunni spoke these lines for her lover Rehmaan.
ya i'm talking about the movie FANAA. i with my freinds went for this movie with no idea that the movie will be so rocking that it will create sensations not in the page 3 world but also in the body and soul of an ordinary engineering student. superb really superb! indian cinema still has actors producers and directors. i must say that the crew like that of FANAA which can make the movie with an ordinary story to be a great hit. yes i declare it to be a great hit.
one would have praised nana patekar or om puri for their strong dialogues or shah rukh flirting her co star or imraan showing his skills of taking a girl to bed in just ten days. but when you will hear the poetry; i must say the shayari of this film u will definitely be scintilated with the divine love. you will feel the characters just around you or i should say that you will feel yourself in the movie in that scene.
movie does not have so strong a story that the story line can make you sticked to the seat; but its the the real acting of the actors and the dialogues. the cutest character i find is the kid named rehaan in the movie which really acted very well. i am really feeling chilled to see Rishi Kapoor in the movie looking very handsome.
the movie is a must to go for and without any regret. the movie teaches us a lots of things like those of choosing between two right paths along with the passion for love.
really impressive. go for it.
tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaye"
These were the dialogues which have rocked the theatre at the first day second show in Tagore here at Patiala. Uhhh... i can't resist that! it was like lve was flowing not in the mind body and souls of the stars screening the movie but it was actually e fixed in my chair with the almighty feeling a wave flowing in my whole body when Zunni spoke these lines for her lover Rehmaan.
ya i'm talking about the movie FANAA. i with my freinds went for this movie with no idea that the movie will be so rocking that it will create sensations not in the page 3 world but also in the body and soul of an ordinary engineering student. superb really superb! indian cinema still has actors producers and directors. i must say that the crew like that of FANAA which can make the movie with an ordinary story to be a great hit. yes i declare it to be a great hit.
one would have praised nana patekar or om puri for their strong dialogues or shah rukh flirting her co star or imraan showing his skills of taking a girl to bed in just ten days. but when you will hear the poetry; i must say the shayari of this film u will definitely be scintilated with the divine love. you will feel the characters just around you or i should say that you will feel yourself in the movie in that scene.
movie does not have so strong a story that the story line can make you sticked to the seat; but its the the real acting of the actors and the dialogues. the cutest character i find is the kid named rehaan in the movie which really acted very well. i am really feeling chilled to see Rishi Kapoor in the movie looking very handsome.
the movie is a must to go for and without any regret. the movie teaches us a lots of things like those of choosing between two right paths along with the passion for love.
really impressive. go for it.
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