The Melancholic Rains

Its that time of the year again.......
Mumbai rains have hit the right buttons. First fury like always it manifests in weather, in mood, and in people.

Its never been like this however. Everytime rains bring a spring in my steps, propel me to proceed with my happy go luck ways. My smile grows beyond the widest. Today i aint feeling the same. Is it age catching with me. Cant be coz have hardly crossed quarter of a century.

Then where s the energy gone missing. I am not unhappy, but y i am not happy at feeling the rain hit my face like i always have been. Professionally things r like........... they always are.

I was happy when i smelt the rain sitting inside my office. The pull of the earthy fragrances had left some thoughts, some emotions, aching to break free.

But finally when i confronted the open skies, it was very different from what happens at this time of the year.


Well, its just the beginning,
aaghaz se anjaam tak kai raahein aur manzilein rukh badal leti hain

And all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
When the silence over the serene seas
in utter chaos forms harmony
When the gentle winds
form a wistful sigh
and an open mouth
form a silent cry
and pensive eyes stare into mine
while reality shatters the hand of time

When the church bells toll
in a mother's face
and her still born child
is put on the knell
When certainty comes before shattering
and numbness overclouds all feeling

When a blind child for the first time
sees sparkling dew
And Gods gentle hand forsakes you
At that time you know my friend
you are just a beginning to tan END


Love to all and malice to few

Shooting in the Dark

" Samjhdar ladka hain, pehle apna hunnar dikhaya , fir kaam manga"

Non-Descript lines from Prakash Jha in Apahran.
But then, trust me to find logic in most absurd bollywood fundas

Its been a dream to work for Envirosell Inc.- and get to meet the great super observer Paco Underhill.
Out of sheer time wastage or interest, or as supporting evidence for research, i as always, without many a souls in this very lovable, sociable and friendly city, ventured to shoot shoppers in a b and c stores. Sometimes clandestinely, sometimes doctored, but persevered to put shopping behavior on my much loved, used and abused V3i.

Abhi sab ho gaya, life back to normal track, so on a lazy sunday, decided to upload these on you tube with relevant material on what i think about all that jazz.


And something which i have been postponing since ages, went online and ensured that everyone who matters in this trade, comes to know what i have been upto.

Andheri se thoda durr rehta hun to kya, andhere mein teer to chor hee sakta hun

Very bad one i know that one was.........

Call it luck, usually mera quota bahut hain nahin, coz lady luck seems to be a women scorned as far as i am concerned.

The clips get seen by someone who is closely associating with Mr. Underhill. And i get a mail and then a call discussing wat i did while i was shooting for the same.

I still might not get to go even inside Envirosell Inc.(in any case its based out of Seattle) or meet the revered Paco, but just the thought that what i have been doing out of sheer interest and hobby and not work, gets noticed by his accomplices if not him, is enough to give me such a high, which no JD or JW (jack Daniels / Johnny Walker for the uninitiated) can ever.

I almost spent my entire day in a dizzy today. Lady luck, feeling nostalgic or old passions re emerging, coz usually you hath no behold fury as far as me is concerned.



To bhaijaan, kadar daan, moral of the story, follow your heart, do what u love,
coz
PASSION can win over hard luck. Anyday. Period.


I want to be in love again today. With life.

Sunday of a lost blog

The crazy netsters have done some thing which has erased my blog at rediff and hence me decided to debunk them.


Its been a lazy sunday, as it always is and will continue to be till i slog like a dog at Reliance.

To begin the day with, socha lets pen down a few thoughts before they dry out


"Amidst the thick blanket of darkness
stray foles run wild,
Waiting to be harnessed
Mapping the human heart
colours of all hue and tart
reflected on the horizon
as ethereal as the utopian starry sky
hiding the pensive cry
vagueness flows through the thoughts
as directionless as stranded life cart
someone's slow walk down the aisle
emnating memory torn out of the cradle
you would walk the walk once more
lumbering towards tiresome relief
OR
flowing into the heavenly crimson tide
Painfully the time bides
Life is lived & spent
beneath &
between the lines"



Rajat is coming back from Ludhiana today. In the evening. There r couple of options available,to pick him from the airport, go strt to the theatre
Soooooooooooooooo many movies i have not seen in past fortnight.

I want to come back to delhi, however much i might be loving mumbai.
My freedom is here, my identity is here. Most importantly my future is here.
But my umbical cord is efusing to be snapped with delhi. Things i dunt know abt keep pulling me to go back home.

Living alone in mumbai has it fair set of fun and advantage.

And for all regular dost log, i plan to re-initiate my filmy talk on this blog. So Dhoom machale.......

Au Revoir

Loads of Love to all, malice to few