Slumdog mania....

It is indeed a proud moment for the nation as Rahman and the Slumdog team sweeps 8 Oscars this year.I'm sure every Indian walks with his head a little bit higher today.

But amidst all the Slumdog glory we tend to forget the other very significant film that was honored.The documentary Pinki Smiles based on a touching true story of a little girl in a village in UP.It is n should be equally acknowleged and accepted.

Also i don't agree with those people who say that India's poverty-striken slums have been publicized to evoke sympathy of the western world and that's what is selling our films.
I guess its time we got used to hearing the truth about ourselves.A nation whose soul lies in its streets,slums and its underdogs is our stark n brutal reality.

We'd rather have our voices heard,our stories told than sit and crib about our struggles for survival.
All i can say an honour well-deserved and long due for the Mozart of our times.

Amar bhindeshi tara....

Amar bhindeshi tara,aka raater i akashe,
tumi bajale akatara,amar chilekothar pashe....
Thik shondhhey namar aage,tomar naam dhore keu dake
mukh lukiye kar buke , tomar golpo bolo kake?
Amar raat jaga tara, tomar onno paray bari
amar bhot paoa chehara, ami aadote anari....


Amar aakash dakha ghuri,kichhu mithey bahaduri
Amar chokh bedhe dao aalo, dao shanto sheetol pati....
Tumi maa'er motoi bhalo, ami akla-ti poth hati...
Amar bichhiri ak tara, tumi nao na kotha kane,
tomar kisher ato tara? rasta paar hobe shabdhane...


Tomar gaay lage na dhulo,amar du mutho chal chulo
rakho shorir e hath jodi ....aar jol makho dui hathe...
Please ghum hoye jao chokhe......amar mon kharap-er raate
Amar raat jaga tara,tomar aakas-chhoa bari
Ami paina chhute tomay.......amar akla lage bhari.....

Into oblivion with cocaine..

Watched DEV.D today......blowed me away.what a film!!
Thank God for Anurag Kashyap, i mean imagine a world without rule-breakers.When creativity crumbles,mavericks come forth.

The movie is a long flight of fancy from its first frame,its unusual cinematography, dizzy editing, non-linear plot, turn-of-the-century dialogues and breathtakingly bizarre audio track should all fetch extra brownie points for it.

Dev D is like that heady cocktail which has the vodka pitched perfectly with the tang. (Incidentally, Dev D likes his vodka with thumbs up, washed down in unlimited portions, morning, noon and night!)Abhay Deol turns out to be the new archetypal "hero" with his coke,joints and vodka,a paradigm shift from the sugar-coated self-destructive metrosexual icons of the industry.The film is splattered with inspirations from Kafka,Sartre and my demi-god Kurt Cobain.

It really doesn't matter whether the film ends up as a box office scorcher.Tracks like ‘saali khushi', ‘nayan tarse' re-invents mainstream bollywood music.It should go down in history as one of the most radical Indian films, at least in its delineation of male and female sexuality.

...stroll down amnesia lane....

I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

golden elixir of health down my throat......

Ya for those few people who have read my last post and those fewer people who have got those totally whacked out psychotic msgs, guys i have finally lost it.And this time the bitch in me has given up and decided to take some help to get me through this rough patch.

So my posts have and will become fewer for sometime now as i have let people invade me,confront me,fight me,break me through .............................hold me down and cream their lives onto my face.

The two things that are keeping me alive at this moment are grass and the "golden elixir of health down my throat" ..............the remnants in my bottle of brandy %-).
If anybody has any bright ideas as to how i can actually quit fagging,do gimme a buzz.

Till then................i will let the spirits flow.

Peace out