I fear not joining the 27s
There's this thing
about approaching the line
between a groupie
and a rock star.
I wish I was more
Of the tattered spirit
hanging on the tattered jeans
of Cobain,
eligible to join the 27 club.
If only I was wasted
on dope,
and rose high
on the thin white lines
running in the air.
If only I got low
on booze,
woke up every morning
to the sweet smell
of beer.
If only I got laid
more than I bargained for
and woke up every morning
to the breath of
new skin.
If only the spotlight
was so bright
that I'd be blinded
And the noise
of the crowds so shrill
I'd break.
If only I lived so fast
that I'd cover the ground
even before reaching
the finishing line.
If only there'd be so much
to live for
that I'd die grabbing it.
If only I'd be caught
napping on the border
If only I'd be caught
in the crossfire-
of darkness and light.
Then I'd be a Morisson
Or a Hendrix or a Joplin.
For
real rockers don't die early
They only cross the line.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
On the road again
It's a crowded space.
Single out my mind.
Give me a few more seconds
to get myself out of the grind.
Get me some good old-fashioned cash
to load my cannons
and take off
to the dream I'm dying to live.
But the time's running out
and the road's long and winding.
And the destination I need
is the road I take.
For thats where I belong
- on the road;
waiting to be back home
on the road again.
Friday, January 16, 2009
music funda
There is always something to learn and a lot to live for. I met the legendary Pandit Jasraj today. It was a humbling experience really. He asked me not to interview him if I haven't listened to his latest album. He asked me come back later, whenever I am free but only after I have experienced the music. "Don't treat it just like an assignment. Experience it. Experience and knowledge will always make you richer," he said.
As journos sometimes you become so mechanical. You just keep doing stories after stories. I do try to enjoy the music and the musicians I interview. But it's great to have some soul in what I write.
As journos sometimes you become so mechanical. You just keep doing stories after stories. I do try to enjoy the music and the musicians I interview. But it's great to have some soul in what I write.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Fire! Fire!
I had always thought of what would happen if I burn my hair! (it's all a part of my paranoia for my hair) The other day I did.
I had a candle in one hand and tried to take a call on my cell phone. My front hair was up in flames. I dropped the phone. Tried to put it off with my hand and then rushed to the basin to splash some water.
I was almost in tears. I thought my almost damaged hair will finally see its end. I kept pulling out burnt strands of hair for the next 5 mins. Thankfully not much damage was done! It's something else to live your fears. It's a small example of how by facing your fears you can overcome them.
Anyway...but the bottom line is that now I'm like dying for a haircut!
I had a candle in one hand and tried to take a call on my cell phone. My front hair was up in flames. I dropped the phone. Tried to put it off with my hand and then rushed to the basin to splash some water.
I was almost in tears. I thought my almost damaged hair will finally see its end. I kept pulling out burnt strands of hair for the next 5 mins. Thankfully not much damage was done! It's something else to live your fears. It's a small example of how by facing your fears you can overcome them.
Anyway...but the bottom line is that now I'm like dying for a haircut!
Saturday, October 04, 2008
WE WANT FREEDOM!
Today I felt like I was back in school. Farhana got yummy food for lunch. My colleague Ravi got a guitar to office. He played the good old college anthem- Hotel California. To top it all our "Head Mistress" left early. It felt like we were back in junior college or something. Actually, it's like a jail on other days, with the jailor to watch over. So we put up a notice on the soft board. A sign of protest (yes it does remind me of the rebellious college days!) which read "Give us back our freedom". And we all signed it. It's a great day!
Monday, September 29, 2008
For him, whoever he is
I sip
from the romance
of the evening,
a far cry
from the moment where I found you.
I know I dug into your arms
feeling your heart beat.
And you held me close
making me your own.
It's then that the aroma
from your breath
seeped into me.
And that is when I looked up
searching for me
in your earl grey eyes.
I still sip.
I sip from you.
from the romance
of the evening,
a far cry
from the moment where I found you.
I know I dug into your arms
feeling your heart beat.
And you held me close
making me your own.
It's then that the aroma
from your breath
seeped into me.
And that is when I looked up
searching for me
in your earl grey eyes.
I still sip.
I sip from you.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Where do you go?
Don't know when it all started. I have been craving for a trip to Europe. It's quite wierd for someone who's never set foot outside the country to claim to love travelling. You meet so many people who say they love travelling but when you ask them which places they have been to, they don't really have a list. Sadly, I'm one of them.
I day dream about various places across the country and the world. Read about them, imagine myself in those places and feel good thinking about all the good things I could experience when I travel there.
But the way I have been hung up on Europe is not funny. I have already half-travelled to several cities there. Through books, maps, online articles, couchsurfing.com, info on rail passes, flight tickets etc. I have even started to prepare a budget. When I look at my bank account, there's nothing there to fund this huge ambitious PROJECT EUROPE. But somehow I know I'll go- 'when where and how' are not relevant here.
I day dream about various places across the country and the world. Read about them, imagine myself in those places and feel good thinking about all the good things I could experience when I travel there.
But the way I have been hung up on Europe is not funny. I have already half-travelled to several cities there. Through books, maps, online articles, couchsurfing.com, info on rail passes, flight tickets etc. I have even started to prepare a budget. When I look at my bank account, there's nothing there to fund this huge ambitious PROJECT EUROPE. But somehow I know I'll go- 'when where and how' are not relevant here.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Love handles
“Love handles are hot,” a friend told me. Why? “They cause pain when you squeeze them. There’s pleasure in that. So the whole idea is quite sexy as bitter sweet pain is sexy. And so love handles are hot.”
“You mean they are sexy when making sex…oops making love,” I tried to say.
She laughed.
I was like, “I don’t think men find love handles hot!” So she quickly replied, “No they do.”
A guy friend was quickly called on to testify. And he said. “Yes love handles do look hot on some women.” I was zonked. I thought to myself. “I have a chance with all my bulging fat!”
But when she gave him the pain theory even he was zonked and wondered why he even became a part of this strange conversation.
“You mean they are sexy when making sex…oops making love,” I tried to say.
She laughed.
I was like, “I don’t think men find love handles hot!” So she quickly replied, “No they do.”
A guy friend was quickly called on to testify. And he said. “Yes love handles do look hot on some women.” I was zonked. I thought to myself. “I have a chance with all my bulging fat!”
But when she gave him the pain theory even he was zonked and wondered why he even became a part of this strange conversation.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Layers
There were thin,
very thin,
layers,
beneath the skin.
Layers of hues
that were shut out
by a colourblind love.
Layers invisible
to the naked eye
that wants to see
only what it believes.
Srcape them,
one by one.
They are nothing but a veil.
I know with each layer
of your skin
more blood will ooze
from within me.
But now take off that veil
and let me see the face of truth.
For each uncovering layer
reveals the real you.
very thin,
layers,
beneath the skin.
Layers of hues
that were shut out
by a colourblind love.
Layers invisible
to the naked eye
that wants to see
only what it believes.
Srcape them,
one by one.
They are nothing but a veil.
I know with each layer
of your skin
more blood will ooze
from within me.
But now take off that veil
and let me see the face of truth.
For each uncovering layer
reveals the real you.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Hottest Olympians of all time
Here's something I put together...
Nadia Comaneci
Age: 47 years
The Soap opera ‘the young and the restless’ became associated with her after a TV program— ABC's Wide World Of Sports— used it as background music for montages of her routines. Composer, Barry De Vorzon, renamed it to ‘Nadia's Theme’ after her.
She wrote a book called ‘letters to a young gymnast’ and launched an album.
She launched her own music album in Bucharest.
Nadia Turner, singer and actress, and American Idol Season 4 Finalist was named after Nadia Comaneci.
Lance Armstrong
Age: 37 years
He dated singer-songwriter Sheryl Crow and the couple even got engaged before a sudden split.
He also later dated fashion designer Tory Burch, Ashley Olsen and most recently Kate Hudson.
Armstrong owns a house in Austin and a ranch in the Texas Hill Country. Neighbours of his ranch property claim that Armstrong polluted a local swimming hole when he was creating a dam on his ranch.
Since retirement, Armstrong has focused his efforts on the Lance Armstrong Foundation, which provides support for people affected by cancer, and on other interests
Sebastian Coe
Age: 52 years
Coe was featured in the Brass Eye (UK television show) spoof documentary on pedophilia unwittingly accusing American blue-eyed soul singers Hall & Oates of not only being the same person but also of being child abusers.
Post-divorce a handful of glamorous women have been seen on his arm.
He is a multimillionaire, a worldwide ambassador for Nike, owns a string of health clubs with a membership of 20,000 and is a member of the East India Club in London.
He has a very large collection of jazz records.
Steffi Graff
Age: 39 years
With her father dominating her personal life until the Graf tax scandal in 1995, Graf often declined social invitations and made few friends on tour.
Graff spent much of the 1990s in a relationship with race car driver Michael Bartels.
She eventually found that she had more in common with tennis superstar Andre Agassi, whom she married in 2001.
The couple have many homes, but prefer to spend much of their time in Las Vegas.
Mark Spitz
Age: 58 years
Spitz is a motivational speaker and travels to Japan, China, Hong Kong and most of Europe since he began in 1973. “My middle name is Mileage Plus,” he says.
His iconic moustache was his hottest feature and was seen as a sign of notoriety as most competitors opt to swim without facial hair, often shaving their bodies completely.
In 1991, he appeared for a sports event sans moustache. When quizzed about the absence on TV show he simply said, “it had become too grey.”
Chemist EH Bronner maintained that Spitz was a prophet. He is mentioned in Bronner's fifth MORAL ABC which appears on each bottle of Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap. Spitz sued Dr Bronner's over this reference.
Dara Torres
Age: 41
At 41, she’s the oldest woman to participate at the Olympics.
During her retirement from swimming she has worked as a reporter and announcer for television networks, NBC, ESPN, TNT, OLN and Fox News.
She also hosts a golf show called the Clubhouse on the Resort Sports Network.
She has been a model and in 1994 she was in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.
JAYNE TORVILL & CHRISTOPHER DEAN
Age: 50 years & 51 years
Dean's first ice partner was Sandra Elson. They began skating together when he was 14 and competed as ice dancers for a few years. However, despite becoming British Junior Dance champions, the team parted, as Dean and Elson did not get along well.
Dean was in the police force till 1974, when he decided to quit his job completely to concentrate on ice-skating, and so did Torvill.
Even after retiring the pair continued acted as coaches, choreographers and performers in ITV's Dancing on Ice.
They returned for a second series and third series after the 2007 & 2008 UK series of Dancing on Ice Torvill and Dean took the show on the road for a British tour.
Summer Sanders
Age: 35 years
Summer married Mark Henderson in 2001 and then World Cup skier Erik Schlopy in 2005.
Summer admitted to having a teenage crush on Kirk Cameron.
Summer published the book Champions Are Raised, Not Born: How My Parents Made Me A Success in 1999, which is a tribute to her parents.
A mother of a girl now, Summer launched the Similac Moms Alliance, an online community for moms which gives tips regarding important mothering issues.
Nadia Comaneci
Age: 47 years
The Soap opera ‘the young and the restless’ became associated with her after a TV program— ABC's Wide World Of Sports— used it as background music for montages of her routines. Composer, Barry De Vorzon, renamed it to ‘Nadia's Theme’ after her.
She wrote a book called ‘letters to a young gymnast’ and launched an album.
She launched her own music album in Bucharest.
Nadia Turner, singer and actress, and American Idol Season 4 Finalist was named after Nadia Comaneci.
Lance Armstrong
Age: 37 years
He dated singer-songwriter Sheryl Crow and the couple even got engaged before a sudden split.
He also later dated fashion designer Tory Burch, Ashley Olsen and most recently Kate Hudson.
Armstrong owns a house in Austin and a ranch in the Texas Hill Country. Neighbours of his ranch property claim that Armstrong polluted a local swimming hole when he was creating a dam on his ranch.
Since retirement, Armstrong has focused his efforts on the Lance Armstrong Foundation, which provides support for people affected by cancer, and on other interests
Sebastian Coe
Age: 52 years
Coe was featured in the Brass Eye (UK television show) spoof documentary on pedophilia unwittingly accusing American blue-eyed soul singers Hall & Oates of not only being the same person but also of being child abusers.
Post-divorce a handful of glamorous women have been seen on his arm.
He is a multimillionaire, a worldwide ambassador for Nike, owns a string of health clubs with a membership of 20,000 and is a member of the East India Club in London.
He has a very large collection of jazz records.
Steffi Graff
Age: 39 years
With her father dominating her personal life until the Graf tax scandal in 1995, Graf often declined social invitations and made few friends on tour.
Graff spent much of the 1990s in a relationship with race car driver Michael Bartels.
She eventually found that she had more in common with tennis superstar Andre Agassi, whom she married in 2001.
The couple have many homes, but prefer to spend much of their time in Las Vegas.
Mark Spitz
Age: 58 years
Spitz is a motivational speaker and travels to Japan, China, Hong Kong and most of Europe since he began in 1973. “My middle name is Mileage Plus,” he says.
His iconic moustache was his hottest feature and was seen as a sign of notoriety as most competitors opt to swim without facial hair, often shaving their bodies completely.
In 1991, he appeared for a sports event sans moustache. When quizzed about the absence on TV show he simply said, “it had become too grey.”
Chemist EH Bronner maintained that Spitz was a prophet. He is mentioned in Bronner's fifth MORAL ABC which appears on each bottle of Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap. Spitz sued Dr Bronner's over this reference.
Dara Torres
Age: 41
At 41, she’s the oldest woman to participate at the Olympics.
During her retirement from swimming she has worked as a reporter and announcer for television networks, NBC, ESPN, TNT, OLN and Fox News.
She also hosts a golf show called the Clubhouse on the Resort Sports Network.
She has been a model and in 1994 she was in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.
JAYNE TORVILL & CHRISTOPHER DEAN
Age: 50 years & 51 years
Dean's first ice partner was Sandra Elson. They began skating together when he was 14 and competed as ice dancers for a few years. However, despite becoming British Junior Dance champions, the team parted, as Dean and Elson did not get along well.
Dean was in the police force till 1974, when he decided to quit his job completely to concentrate on ice-skating, and so did Torvill.
Even after retiring the pair continued acted as coaches, choreographers and performers in ITV's Dancing on Ice.
They returned for a second series and third series after the 2007 & 2008 UK series of Dancing on Ice Torvill and Dean took the show on the road for a British tour.
Summer Sanders
Age: 35 years
Summer married Mark Henderson in 2001 and then World Cup skier Erik Schlopy in 2005.
Summer admitted to having a teenage crush on Kirk Cameron.
Summer published the book Champions Are Raised, Not Born: How My Parents Made Me A Success in 1999, which is a tribute to her parents.
A mother of a girl now, Summer launched the Similac Moms Alliance, an online community for moms which gives tips regarding important mothering issues.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Anger
When I get angry I get so dramatic. Dramatic is an understatement. Probably, melodramatic suits better. Rather, scary is more befitting. So loud, unbearably ugly and stupidly weepy! I would cringe if I saw an angry me from a distance. Recently, I got so angry I yelled. I'm sure our neighbouring building shook. But my opponent was strong. He didn't budge. I hit my cheek, hit the wall and yelled at the top of my voice. And even then when my opponent didn't give in, I walked off slamming the door behind me. I lost. I was weeping. I wept for a long time. Then the anger subsided and my breathing got back to normal.
But the point is, no matter how I expressed my anger I lost. I wish I had just let things be. I get scared of myself when I'm angry. That's why I hate anger. What overtook next morning was a calm I hadn't felt in ages. I was numb. My hand was hurting so was my cheek. And I'm sure even that wall felt some amount of pain.
I now wish I'd rather have kept calm before. Blowing off the handle doesn't help except add drama. It's all so funny to me now. I can now see myself moving in slow motion. My hand rising slowly and then coming down on the wall. Once, and again. Tidhish tidhish...in slow motion...Indian television style. I would have garnered the highest TRPs.
Accept it dear, you could have handled things better.
But the point is, no matter how I expressed my anger I lost. I wish I had just let things be. I get scared of myself when I'm angry. That's why I hate anger. What overtook next morning was a calm I hadn't felt in ages. I was numb. My hand was hurting so was my cheek. And I'm sure even that wall felt some amount of pain.
I now wish I'd rather have kept calm before. Blowing off the handle doesn't help except add drama. It's all so funny to me now. I can now see myself moving in slow motion. My hand rising slowly and then coming down on the wall. Once, and again. Tidhish tidhish...in slow motion...Indian television style. I would have garnered the highest TRPs.
Accept it dear, you could have handled things better.
I smell you
Yes, I love perfumes and deodorants. I’m not faffing. I bet you can come within one metre of my radius without cringing!
Another proof is my cupboard. You open the door and at any given point there will be at least 4-5 different deodorants in there (thats how much I can affored). I feel bad when I don’t have the money because that means that I can’t have a better variety of deos in there. My room mates think that I have become a fashionista just because I have a couple more deos than them! Ask me which brands I use, and all I’ll manage is my most famous blank expression. So immediately I don't qualify. But I still maintain I love variety as far perfumes go.
While I can’t get too close to people with body odour for obvious reasons, what intrigues me more is the millions of fragrances around us. While people who stink have different stinks! People with fragrances have different fragrances too. Very often when you pass by someone in office, you get a hint of fragrance from them. I often begin to guess the fragrance. She smells like peach, he smells like lemon, while this girl smells like berries!
I love axe ads. You use axe and women will cling on to you. You use the new chocolate fragrance and all the women will want a bite of you! That’s a great concept and innovative thought process. I do feel sexy when a man asks me what perfume I’m wearing even if he doesn’t immediately want to cling on to me or bite me. Imagine walking down the street and attracting people with your smell.
Someone had once told me that when you get attracted to someone or feel positive vibrations it also means that you have caught on to that persons smell. Like dogs I guess. I don’t know if that’s true but it sounds interesting. I wish I went out and men came looking for me. Do you think I attract too many men because I often mix my deos (two deos at the same time) or use different deos every other day? I’m not complaining. Heehee…
Another proof is my cupboard. You open the door and at any given point there will be at least 4-5 different deodorants in there (thats how much I can affored). I feel bad when I don’t have the money because that means that I can’t have a better variety of deos in there. My room mates think that I have become a fashionista just because I have a couple more deos than them! Ask me which brands I use, and all I’ll manage is my most famous blank expression. So immediately I don't qualify. But I still maintain I love variety as far perfumes go.
While I can’t get too close to people with body odour for obvious reasons, what intrigues me more is the millions of fragrances around us. While people who stink have different stinks! People with fragrances have different fragrances too. Very often when you pass by someone in office, you get a hint of fragrance from them. I often begin to guess the fragrance. She smells like peach, he smells like lemon, while this girl smells like berries!
I love axe ads. You use axe and women will cling on to you. You use the new chocolate fragrance and all the women will want a bite of you! That’s a great concept and innovative thought process. I do feel sexy when a man asks me what perfume I’m wearing even if he doesn’t immediately want to cling on to me or bite me. Imagine walking down the street and attracting people with your smell.
Someone had once told me that when you get attracted to someone or feel positive vibrations it also means that you have caught on to that persons smell. Like dogs I guess. I don’t know if that’s true but it sounds interesting. I wish I went out and men came looking for me. Do you think I attract too many men because I often mix my deos (two deos at the same time) or use different deos every other day? I’m not complaining. Heehee…
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Happy?
Watch two ladies sleeping under a shed of a high rise building. Hiding from the rains. Trying to protect themselves from the cold breeze with an old piece of bedsheet. Selling water to make a living. When you come back in the evening. They smile. Greet you. Ask you how your day went. You say just about fine and enter the building. The women share a sweet joke behind you and break into a laugh. They seem happy. As I walk up the stairs I remember my day. There is too much pressure at work. I have to deliver. I can see my boss get impatient with me. I have a lot to prove. An extra story to file. Many ideas to generate. God, I wish I was paid better for all this shit I have to go through. Even as I enter my home I think of how much money the two women earn. How they manage to smile through so many problems. Their laughter still rings in my ears. Shouldn't I be happier?
Kung Fu Panda
I loved Kung Fu Panda. But I guess more than anything else I was relieved. Panda couldn't see his toes because his huge tummy obstructed his view. At least, I can see my toes! And if Panda can be so confident about his kung fu why can't I be so confident about myself? Remember Oogway said, "You need to believe!" because "there is no secret recipe!"
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Time to go home?
A traveller had travelled miles away from home. He had taken the bus, the train and even a flight to get where he was. He had acquired some wealth on his way up to this country up north. He had grown a lot, seen a lot and was really happy about all his accomplishments. He had made lovely loyal friends in this new country. One evening as he sat in his balcony staring at the sunset, he remembered the promise he had made to his parents. "I will be back soon," he had said.
But he didn't feel like going back anymore. Though he loved the country of his birth and still had a few friends there, he was very comfortable where he was now. He didn't know whether it was the right time to leave all this behind and go back to his roots. Where are a traveller's roots really? When does a travaller know or feel that its time to go back? Does a traveller never return home? Or is it his each new experience that makes him feel more at home?
Is it time to go home?
But he didn't feel like going back anymore. Though he loved the country of his birth and still had a few friends there, he was very comfortable where he was now. He didn't know whether it was the right time to leave all this behind and go back to his roots. Where are a traveller's roots really? When does a travaller know or feel that its time to go back? Does a traveller never return home? Or is it his each new experience that makes him feel more at home?
Is it time to go home?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
R Balki (Cheeni Kum director) on spirituality...
I don't know what spirituality is, except that when I accumulate a lot of garbage in my head, I need to shed it and be at peace with myself. I retreat to a quiet corner and am alone with myself for half an hour. Today, any job is stressful. At times, despite doing our best, bad things happen to us. I could get stressed due to my work, my wife...though she also unwinds me! I could get stressed if someone bombs my ad campaign or when nice things aren't said about a movie i have made. I learn from all of it. How you cope with stress is what matters.
I have less tolerance than most people and therefore need to introspect more often. And that's when you realise that in the end, nothing matters. Being a movie buff, I destress myself faster when I watch films or cricket. In fact, it's important to unlearn things. I believe in a supreme power which guides our destiny and who is above our control. I remember I once met a friend of mine in Delhi and she told me that on a particular day, a particular thing would happen to me. And believe me, it did. That's when i experienced God.
I am not a ritualistic person and don't go to temples or wear amulets. I remember the last time I went to Tirupati was some four-five years back and I still remember it was the special vada there that drew me. I don't believe in rituals or praying endlessly for good things to happen.
I believe that if you do good, good things should happen to you and things will work out. The truth will always prevail. For example, I believe if i have been paid for a campaign, I should do the work to the best of my ability and if I haven't, I explain to my clients that this hasn't been up to my satisfaction. And they appreciate it. Truth is the biggest con job. The solutions to most things lie within yourself.
PS: I AGREE...
I have less tolerance than most people and therefore need to introspect more often. And that's when you realise that in the end, nothing matters. Being a movie buff, I destress myself faster when I watch films or cricket. In fact, it's important to unlearn things. I believe in a supreme power which guides our destiny and who is above our control. I remember I once met a friend of mine in Delhi and she told me that on a particular day, a particular thing would happen to me. And believe me, it did. That's when i experienced God.
I am not a ritualistic person and don't go to temples or wear amulets. I remember the last time I went to Tirupati was some four-five years back and I still remember it was the special vada there that drew me. I don't believe in rituals or praying endlessly for good things to happen.
I believe that if you do good, good things should happen to you and things will work out. The truth will always prevail. For example, I believe if i have been paid for a campaign, I should do the work to the best of my ability and if I haven't, I explain to my clients that this hasn't been up to my satisfaction. And they appreciate it. Truth is the biggest con job. The solutions to most things lie within yourself.
PS: I AGREE...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
The Noir
Many of Bollywood’s recent releases - and forthcoming ones - are inspired by the “noir” or “black films” genre popular in Hollywood in 1940-50. Gargi Gupta talks to some of the young directors on what is driving such cinema.
Thriller” is a much-abused term in Bollywood — a blanket genre used to describe films as varying in texture, mood and quality as Bhoot and Bhool Bhullaiya. But there’s something about recent thrillers like Johnny Gaddar and Manorama Six Feet Under that’s different.
Gritty, fast-paced, morally ambivalent and with strong characters rather than stars driving the plot, these aren’t simply thrillers but local versions of “film noir” (literally black film), a genre of “stylish crime dramas… that emphasise moral ambiguity and sexual motivation” (Wikipedia definition) that refers to the Hollywood films of the 1940s-’50s like Double Indemnity and The Postman Always Rings Twice.
And it isn’t just the critics who’re making the connection; most of the directors working in this genre are very consciously placing themselves within it. Director Navdeep Singh spoke to the media about Manorama being a “homage” to noir; and depicted protagonist Satyaveer watching Polanski’s classic Chinatown (incidentally, a film he was supposed to be “inspired” by). “I don’t think Johnny Gaddaar can be called a pure noir film,” says director Shriram Raghavan, adding, however, that, “It’s a term that helps us during the shoot. ‘Let’s do this scene in a noir fashion…’ Which means odd angles, contrast lighting, shadows, et cetera.”
You can see traces of the noir tone in many recent films — Ek Haseena Thi, Anthony Kaun Hai?, Being Cyrus, Ek Chalis Ki Last Local. In fact, Anurag Kashyap’s existential drama No Smoking too has traces of noir. It’s a trend that Hansal Mehta, whose Dil Pe Mat Le Yaar (2000) was an early sample of the genre in Bollywood, traces back to Sudhir Mishra’s 1996 film, Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin, and even further back to Vijay Anand.
“But if it’s film noir, it does not follow the conventions developed by the Americans or the French. The femme fatale figure, found in much of film noir, is absent; rather, our
Indian films explore the morality, political, social, economic, within our society and what happens when, out of greed or lust or any other motivation, the protagonist falls foul of it. In that sense, it’s a reflection of social reality rather than an aestheticised response.”
There are more coming up: Strangers, directed by debutant Anand L Rai, due for release next month, has two strangers meeting on a train and deciding to kill each other’s wives. Then, there’s Amir by another debutant director, Raj Kumar Gupta, which is the story of a young Muslim professional who flies into Mumbai and is caught up in an inexplicable plot, with only a cell phone, through which a faceless, nameless voice gives instructions, to help him through the maze.
Woodstock Villa, Hansal Mehta’s next, coming up for release early next year, is another of these neo noir films about the disappearance of a beautiful young women, the wife of a businessman, and what follows. Kashyap, who made Panch in 2003, on five angst-ridden urban youngsters who fall into crime (unreleased, since the censor made strident objections to it), says he’s working on another script called Bombay Velvet on the Bombay of the 1960s and “how it turned into a metro”.
Ashwini Malik, who won much acclaim with his 2002 film, Clever and Lonely, is working on Kill Chhabra, another of these dark thrillers with Onir and Sanjay Suri producing the film. And then, there’s Raghavan’s second in the Johnny series, of which all he’ll reveal now is the title, Johny Tokyo.
This is quite inexplicable since Manorama, JG or any of the other films that came before it did not exactly set the box office on fire. Far from it. Hiren Gada of Shemaroo Films, which produced Manorama, says that the film had a short two-week run at the multiplexes but he hopes to make up for it with the television and video rights. “It’s an intelligent film and it works on many levels.”
Mehta has an insight: “Today, a producer doesn’t really have to rely on the theatrical response to a film. He can make his money from all the other avenues for projection that new technologies are throwing up almost every day.
But the one important thing here, and this is something young filmmakers have to learn, is how to budget it right. I made Chhal (2002) on only Rs 1 crore. If you keep costs down, the producer has more of a chance to get back a part of the money, and then he will be more receptive to experimental ideas that you may have.”
Clearly, it is a reasoning that has found takers with many production companies— Spotboy, the UTV production house that concentrates on small-budget experimental films: Sanjay and Onir’s Fore Front Films, White Feather Films and many others. And note how they’re all putting their money on first-time directors. Clearly, it is the greenhorns today in the industry who’ve the right ideas.
Courtesy: www. nachgaana.com
Thriller” is a much-abused term in Bollywood — a blanket genre used to describe films as varying in texture, mood and quality as Bhoot and Bhool Bhullaiya. But there’s something about recent thrillers like Johnny Gaddar and Manorama Six Feet Under that’s different.
Gritty, fast-paced, morally ambivalent and with strong characters rather than stars driving the plot, these aren’t simply thrillers but local versions of “film noir” (literally black film), a genre of “stylish crime dramas… that emphasise moral ambiguity and sexual motivation” (Wikipedia definition) that refers to the Hollywood films of the 1940s-’50s like Double Indemnity and The Postman Always Rings Twice.
And it isn’t just the critics who’re making the connection; most of the directors working in this genre are very consciously placing themselves within it. Director Navdeep Singh spoke to the media about Manorama being a “homage” to noir; and depicted protagonist Satyaveer watching Polanski’s classic Chinatown (incidentally, a film he was supposed to be “inspired” by). “I don’t think Johnny Gaddaar can be called a pure noir film,” says director Shriram Raghavan, adding, however, that, “It’s a term that helps us during the shoot. ‘Let’s do this scene in a noir fashion…’ Which means odd angles, contrast lighting, shadows, et cetera.”
You can see traces of the noir tone in many recent films — Ek Haseena Thi, Anthony Kaun Hai?, Being Cyrus, Ek Chalis Ki Last Local. In fact, Anurag Kashyap’s existential drama No Smoking too has traces of noir. It’s a trend that Hansal Mehta, whose Dil Pe Mat Le Yaar (2000) was an early sample of the genre in Bollywood, traces back to Sudhir Mishra’s 1996 film, Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin, and even further back to Vijay Anand.
“But if it’s film noir, it does not follow the conventions developed by the Americans or the French. The femme fatale figure, found in much of film noir, is absent; rather, our
Indian films explore the morality, political, social, economic, within our society and what happens when, out of greed or lust or any other motivation, the protagonist falls foul of it. In that sense, it’s a reflection of social reality rather than an aestheticised response.”
There are more coming up: Strangers, directed by debutant Anand L Rai, due for release next month, has two strangers meeting on a train and deciding to kill each other’s wives. Then, there’s Amir by another debutant director, Raj Kumar Gupta, which is the story of a young Muslim professional who flies into Mumbai and is caught up in an inexplicable plot, with only a cell phone, through which a faceless, nameless voice gives instructions, to help him through the maze.
Woodstock Villa, Hansal Mehta’s next, coming up for release early next year, is another of these neo noir films about the disappearance of a beautiful young women, the wife of a businessman, and what follows. Kashyap, who made Panch in 2003, on five angst-ridden urban youngsters who fall into crime (unreleased, since the censor made strident objections to it), says he’s working on another script called Bombay Velvet on the Bombay of the 1960s and “how it turned into a metro”.
Ashwini Malik, who won much acclaim with his 2002 film, Clever and Lonely, is working on Kill Chhabra, another of these dark thrillers with Onir and Sanjay Suri producing the film. And then, there’s Raghavan’s second in the Johnny series, of which all he’ll reveal now is the title, Johny Tokyo.
This is quite inexplicable since Manorama, JG or any of the other films that came before it did not exactly set the box office on fire. Far from it. Hiren Gada of Shemaroo Films, which produced Manorama, says that the film had a short two-week run at the multiplexes but he hopes to make up for it with the television and video rights. “It’s an intelligent film and it works on many levels.”
Mehta has an insight: “Today, a producer doesn’t really have to rely on the theatrical response to a film. He can make his money from all the other avenues for projection that new technologies are throwing up almost every day.
But the one important thing here, and this is something young filmmakers have to learn, is how to budget it right. I made Chhal (2002) on only Rs 1 crore. If you keep costs down, the producer has more of a chance to get back a part of the money, and then he will be more receptive to experimental ideas that you may have.”
Clearly, it is a reasoning that has found takers with many production companies— Spotboy, the UTV production house that concentrates on small-budget experimental films: Sanjay and Onir’s Fore Front Films, White Feather Films and many others. And note how they’re all putting their money on first-time directors. Clearly, it is the greenhorns today in the industry who’ve the right ideas.
Courtesy: www. nachgaana.com
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Procession
It's a procession of clouds
led by the furious winds.
Carrying the blazing torch of the setting sun rays,
the march is orchestrated by the evening.
And watched on by a simple soul
from the stadium on the mountain edge,
waiting for this revolution
to lead into a silent night.
led by the furious winds.
Carrying the blazing torch of the setting sun rays,
the march is orchestrated by the evening.
And watched on by a simple soul
from the stadium on the mountain edge,
waiting for this revolution
to lead into a silent night.
Interesting
Here's an excerpt from Ram Gopal Verma's blog
Question to Ram Gopal Varma: In one shot in Bhoot after the car leaves the basement the shot changes with the sound of a dolby click.
RGV's Answer: That was not a dolby click. It is the igniter sound which Urmila uses on the gas stove. Anyway as long as you felt the impact it does not matter. The psychology of that shot is that the audience would be used to the fact that the shot will be cut after the car left the frame. But the fact that it lingers on automatically puts them into a heightened tension thereby making them anticipate something terrible will happen and that’s why even an ordinary click sound will scare them. Similarly one more example of this is when Urmila comes down into the hall to go into the kitchen for a glass of water. In a wide-angle shot I show the audience that there is no one in the living room. If the camera follows behind her they will be half expecting something to jump on her from of the frame. But the fact they can see the whole room their eyes will be darting all over to see if anyone is hiding somewhere. Meanwhile Urmila takes her time to drink water and comes back. As she goes up the stairs I cut to top angle where the audience can see behind her.
Now as the audience can’t see anything in the back and from Urmila’s expression they can see that there is nothing in the front, they slowly relax as she comes close to the camera into out focus distance thereby expecting the shot to be cut. But as she crosses the camera we reveal Manjeet under the stairs making them jump out of the seat.
Question to Ram Gopal Varma: In one shot in Bhoot after the car leaves the basement the shot changes with the sound of a dolby click.
RGV's Answer: That was not a dolby click. It is the igniter sound which Urmila uses on the gas stove. Anyway as long as you felt the impact it does not matter. The psychology of that shot is that the audience would be used to the fact that the shot will be cut after the car left the frame. But the fact that it lingers on automatically puts them into a heightened tension thereby making them anticipate something terrible will happen and that’s why even an ordinary click sound will scare them. Similarly one more example of this is when Urmila comes down into the hall to go into the kitchen for a glass of water. In a wide-angle shot I show the audience that there is no one in the living room. If the camera follows behind her they will be half expecting something to jump on her from of the frame. But the fact they can see the whole room their eyes will be darting all over to see if anyone is hiding somewhere. Meanwhile Urmila takes her time to drink water and comes back. As she goes up the stairs I cut to top angle where the audience can see behind her.
Now as the audience can’t see anything in the back and from Urmila’s expression they can see that there is nothing in the front, they slowly relax as she comes close to the camera into out focus distance thereby expecting the shot to be cut. But as she crosses the camera we reveal Manjeet under the stairs making them jump out of the seat.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Strange
How does it feel to be haunted by the constant memory of something you really felt amazing when you were experiencing it?
Some people don't understand the importance of a circumstance. My state of mind. There's a bigger plan. It's all happening for a reason. I need to take my lessons and move on to teh next one. But why do I have to explain? I don't want to do what is right. I want to do what I want to do.
Reckless? Yes. Careless? Yes. Carefree. Yes? I am all these but so what? Could be dangerous, risky and even harmful. But why should I tread the safe path all the time?
Some people don't understand the importance of a circumstance. My state of mind. There's a bigger plan. It's all happening for a reason. I need to take my lessons and move on to teh next one. But why do I have to explain? I don't want to do what is right. I want to do what I want to do.
Reckless? Yes. Careless? Yes. Carefree. Yes? I am all these but so what? Could be dangerous, risky and even harmful. But why should I tread the safe path all the time?
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