Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Two Developments

Two developments today, one major, another minor: a) Started Chowkhat fixing at our house. Considered to be an important milestone in house building. Thank you, God, for your blessings.
b) Wrote Bitter Apple.
Take care all of you.

Sunday, August 27, 2006


Haven’t written my blog entry for some time, but I have been writing poetry.
Do take a look at: last night I was reading Bukowski. And today I am mighty pleased with meself. Finally penned down my take on KANK. Here is the opening paragraph in free verse…
A Big Fat Indian Wedding
In the Big Apple
Boy meets Girl
They sit on a bench
In a Garden
She doesn’t want
To get married
It’s only her
Childhood Friend
What a shame!
A little banter later
He convinces her
They part
Hoping to meet again
*Full poem here.
The film has generated a lot of debate on Caferati, and I needed to have my say. Call it the compulsions of being a poet-pretender…:) You may also like to check out Raja Sen’s brilliant review.
Last week, Dr. Kusum Ansal invited me to a poetry reading session at Geoffrey’s, and it was great fun. It was a pleasure listening to K.L.Nandan and Raj Narain Bisaria, great Hindi poets. I read Farewell Lunch and Three Domesticated Pigs.
Currently reading Tarun Tejpal’s The Alchemy of Desire, and I am finding it a fascinating read. I have always admired Tarun for his guts, and his debut novel sounds promising, in more ways than one. It looks like a neat medley of love and desire, lust and loneliness, and an inner longing that refuses to be quelled. Will post my views after I have savoured the book.
Talked with my English pal, Cindy, after a long time, and I must say it was an absolutely unadulterated pleasure.
And as a parting shot, if you are a Britney Spears fan, do see this video at YouTube. (It’s making waves in cyberspace.) She looks spaced out. Take good care of yourself.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Happy Independence Day

It’s been holidays since the 12th. Kind of mixed bag for me. Saw Fanaa and Being Cyrus at home. Found both average flicks that didn’t rise above their mediocrity. While Fanaa was predictable, cliché-ridden and melodramatic, I thought Being Cyrus was an opportunity lost. It began well and showed promise, but degenerated into a pretentious theatrical act, embellished by amateurish direction.
Wrote a poem today: hey who’s that gal?
Trust you’ve had a cool Independence Day!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Third Roof

Today, the third roof of our house has been laid. Thank you, God, for your kindness.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Happy Rakhi, Sis

Today is Rakhi. My sis came and we had a good, long chat. I am glad she is trying to overcome!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

slow down my boy

take in the shine take in the grime
watch the flowers bloom butterflies flirt
and if you don’t get such scenic views
in ugly metros watch the everyday people
go about their daily grind
with a half smile on their lips
and a child cradled on their hips
slow down my boy slow down my boy

* Wrote this poem today. Full version here.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Of Brazil and Tibet

Received this mailer from our Brazilian partner. Never mind the lady in the picture, just read the text. Poetic, isn’t it? I learnt a new word: miscegenation…:)

Also check out, the official Web TV station of the Central Tibetan Administration.
Btw, my post on Omkara at Caferati is getting some good response. Take care…

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Omkara, again

Raja Sen (one of my favourites) has written this mind-blowing review of Omkara. It encapsulates what I wanted to say in my piece. Do take a look. Thank you, Raja.

Omkara, the new chic

Soven, S and I went to see Omkara at Chanakya today. And what a treat it turned out to be. I haven’t read Othello, so I don’t know (do I care?) how much of it is inspired by the Shakespearean play, but the film is set in the rural hinterland or call it 'badlands' of Uttar Pradesh. And my God, it rocks! I know I am prone to bouts of delirium especially when it comes to good films, music and food, so lemme try and enumerate (how very prosaic!) what I like about the film:

1. Othello or no Othello, the film has a life, a rhythm and a story of its own. There is a seething intensity to its narrative, and despite the pulsating item numbers by the sultry rural vixen Billo Chaman Bahar, there is an almost minimalist look to the film, in terms of plot sizing, dialogues and characterisation. Each character is firmly etched.
2. Ajay Devgan, my favourite Bollywood act, is truly a class apart. The film once again proves why. There is a mix of tenderness and brutality that he embodies in his character and plays it to perfection. You love him even when you want to hate him! He is consumed by the green monster, and ultimately succumbs to its shenanigans, evoking empathy despite the sheer heartlessness of his act. He is part schizophrenic, part frail, part monster. Difficult role executed well.
3. Saif is the surprise package in the film. I think this is his best performance so far. Langda Tyagi is scheming, loutish, brutish and vulgar, and Saif, the erstwhile sweet and chocolaty Saif of Salaam Namaste, plays it with aplomb and gets into the skin of the character, warts and all. Is he a fox, a tiger, a snake or a rabbit, you gotta see the film to decide. (And not only when he pummels his wife in bed!) Yet you may remain flummoxed.
4. Bipasha imparts a great pizzazz and dignity to her character, Billo. A village item girl, she is in control, and man, a la Shakira ‘her hips don’t lie’. Powerful role-play of a village belle trying to survive in a male dominated world where ganglords rule, and guns and booze are a part of the staple diet.
5. Music, rustic, earthy music, is the highlight of the film as it gives it a certain feel, a context, and the pace. And, of course, it pulsates with raw energy. Check out Beedi. Gulzar’s lyrics have a resonance about them.
6. Vishal Bhardwaj’s direction is superb. It takes a brilliant mind to adapt a Shakespearean tragedy to rural India and make it work. Like mad. I haven’t seen Maqbool, but I guess the guy is the new cool, the ubercool Director, as far as I am concerned.
7. The dialect is the way it should be, never mind the expletives. That’s the way it is in the badlands, and that’s the way it needs to be portrayed. Its robustness gives it a cutting-edge, urban sensitivities be damned.
Omkara is a story of love gone wrong, and intense love goes intensely wrong. It’s about the demon of envy in our hearts and our lack of ability to siphon the truth from the chaff of deceit. It’s also about how women are dehumanised by the same men who can also kill for their love or possession.
If you haven’t seen it, visit a theatre nearby. ASAP. And if you don’t take my word, check out this review…:)