Conspiracy of love

Last night you woke me up. Why did you swathe your smell with the gust? I know it was ‘you’ who instructed it to play with my hair just the way you used to do. I know it was ‘you’ who instructed it to bind me with excessive indulgence just the way you used to do. I know ‘you’ are the intriguer!

Still intoxicated with the intense pain I went up to shut the window…but you, the swindler, trained the breeze to remind me of all the words you sang to me on that moonlit night. You made sound of the wind to reverberate every word you said to me which I thought was lost with resonance of life. I drew a veil over my thoughts, locked them into the deep dark room of my heart & shut the window glass.

But you were not ready to accept defeat. You used darkness of the room to clasp me tight & to make me suffer in your thought. You scraped my heart & made me bleed once again.

I wanted to put on the light & screw your conspiracy…but one part of me still wanted to feel the pain of yours!

The Devil's Touch

I screamed for help. I could not bear the suffocating dark & unendurable silence creeping over me. There was not a single ray of light. I was too scared to make a move. I hoped for someone to blow his magic wind to help me to get my way to life.

My voice clogged…I couldn’t stand up to take a step forward. Right then I felt he was there…I felt my blood warming up. I could hear ‘Thud Thud’ of my heart. He was leaning forward me. His smell dazzled me. He held my face up between his freezing hands. Only that moment I realized I was actually trembling in fear.

Few drops of hot stream run out of my eyes & start rolling down my cheek…I couldn’t utter a word. I listened to the sound of his breathing. I felt his face was just inches from mine. He was scared too! He slowly rested his head over my frail shoulder. And as I tried to hold his hand, suddenly he pulled himself back. I could feel him flinching. I had no power to make him stop. Time went by…I couldn’t hear his sound. I searched for his smell…he was gone!

I sat in dark… left alone to fight with my vulnerability.

And that was it. I woke up from my nightmare. But my heart was still running at faster rate. I wiped out the water drops appeared at my temple. I sighed, it was just a dream!

The silent revolution

They say you can’t get commercial success if your film deals with socio political climate of the time. Your film will be tagged as ‘Parallel Film’ & will be out of the race of ‘Mainstream Film’. They say, to earn profit, make ‘popular film’ & if your film deals with a serious content you will get only ‘Awards’ instead of ‘moolah’! But today when I walked out of the New Empire cinema hall I realized why Ingmar Bergman said, ‘No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul.’

Being a media student, I used to think why critics tagged films like ‘Pather panchali’ or ‘Ajantrik’ parallel film or art film. I could not understand the conflict between art & business. Why can’t we experiment with new ideas & earn profit as well? Why do we have to treat our audience as ‘dumb’ to win their heart? I couldn’t understand the conflict between entertainment & education (while being the most powerful mass medium, the primary function of Film is ‘to educate’).

Today I got my answer with 3 Idiots. Jam-packed Entertainment, stat value, splendid cinematography, exclusive treatment, wonderful plot, out-of-the-box concept and successful marketing- the film has it all. It won’t be a hyperbole statement if I say this film is a ‘path breaking film’ of our time. I can hardly remember any other film of a decade to earn as much box office success as 3 Idiots does while dealing with a social topic.

The film is perhaps answer to those cynics who burst into loud lamentation with films like Dostana or Dev D, who think modern films are the main reason of ‘youth dilapidation’. The film is perhaps answer to those directors who think people come to watch their film only to relax at AC halls, to have popcorn & cola & have their share of peek into heroines cleavage, so there is no point to bore them with nonsense intelligent films.

But Raju Hirani proved we can deliver the ‘message’ incorporated with wholesome entertainment to the masses without compromising on ‘business’. If the trend continues, it will not be wrong saying that the day is not so far when the whole Indian Film Industry might say ‘All Izz Well’!!!

Forbidden Passion

My heart beat wildly as I could feel his icy cold breathe on my cheek. A feeling of dread pulled at me. I tried in vain to lie at bed as motionless as possible, but perhaps he heard my heart beat on which I had no control of. I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel enticing smell of his body in the room. I could feel movement of his fingers on his hair as mischievous cold breeze tried to ruffle them. I felt envy of the wind!

I knew he wouldn't be there for long. One part of me wanted to hold him there forever, wanted to feel warmth of his lips. While on the other front, I was afraid to surrender. I knew if I chose to take a step forward there will be no coming back for me ever. I always waited for the one who would come with his magic wind to wake me up from my endless dream. But destiny sent him for me. I was afraid this was not my fairy tale.

Every time he looked at me, my heart froze. Every time he came close, I could not help but ask for more. With him around, time stopped running for me. There was something in his eyes which compelled me to follow my heart without thinking about the consequences. There was something about him which I could feel was forbidden for me.

The Sun was about to rise. I could feel his dilemma. I wanted to jump from the bed, stop every possible ray of light to reach him to make him stay longer. But he had to go.

I wanted to get over of my fear for once & said aloud, ‘I want to be destroyed in your love’!

Long Live 'Bandh'

There is a feasible way available these days for political parties to show off their dominance over am janata… the way is quite simple, first they need to randomly select one of the burning contemporary issues, then call a ‘strike’ & on the D day harass as much people as they can to show off muscle power…and the popularity of that political party can be measured by the amount of dread they spread amongst their potential voters at the end of the ‘successful bandh’.

And you think only Rakhi Sawant is craving for publicity, eh?

They say it’s for ‘US’! They are concerned about you & me…they are worried about our pocket which is affected by the ongoing price hike…they are concerned about our future…that’s why they are not ashamed of harassing people who dare to come out of their houses to reach their places of work for their living…they aren’t ashamed of holding back a doctor from attending his dying patient at the operation theatre…and yes they are our leaders!!

If you & I can successfully go to work without fear, on the ‘Unofficial Holidays of India’ then that’s certainly a matter of disgrace for the political parties. Rather we should show our respect to the political goons by staying home on weekdays…forget about our right to work and forget about those people who work on daily wage basis… they can surely adjust one or more days in a month without their share of meal…after all these strikes are for our prosperity!

Democracy under threat

In author’s words ‘It’s the best of times. It’s the worst of times’…on one front India is emerging as unyielding economy, playing its own card in international forums, becoming potential player in world power game; while other side of the picture is sheer disgraceful. Time and again different political parties took up charge (if not for our development) to gag media, if any channel or newspaper dares to criticize their acts. IBN Lokmat office in Mumbai & Pune was not the first instance where journalists had to face vandalism…history says media has always been the soft target.

The country which is widening its horizon by giving acquiescence to transsexuals, where civil society becomes vocal after Mumbai terror attack & shown remarkable protest against the authority, incidents like this where political goons attack media personnel, denuded internal incompetence of political structure of India. Several times before IBN incident media has been attacked…why Govt. has not taken any stern steps? How can the political thugs just enter into an office & destroy everything? Where was the police?

You might play the same old card by proclaiming that media sensationalize issues, media doesn’t play neutral game and so on…I say, you need to hold on there. If I take side of any political party, if I give hype to any issues for commercial gain…does that empower you to stifle my voice?

We can’t question the authority, we can’t criticize any political party, we can’t do our job and we can’t ask for security…no matter what ever is written in our constitution regarding freedom of speech & expression, if we are in media…sorry, we are not allowed to use our constitutional rights. Right??

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Do you believe in fairy tales? Do you believe when life will get tougher, everything will get out of control, when you will find yourself confined into a room full of gloom; someone will come to show you the way?

Do you believe you are Pretty Woman Vivian (Julia Roberts) who is waiting for her Richard Gere? As we grow up & entangled into the complexities of real world, fairy tales take a back seat…it’s hard for prisoners of 21^st century’s who are surrounded by walls of ferocity, treachery and aversion, to wait for a light of hope at the end of the tunnel…when devil takes charge of the world, dewfall replaced by volcanic eruption, anticipation for the prince with magic wind becomes mere farcical.

But there is a girl I know…who loves to believe her prince will come at the end of the world to fight with all sinister power and rescue her. Many times she has been mistaken her savior with demon in disguise…who shattered her dreams, her pride, her principles, her respect…love makes her bleed every time…but she still hopes for someone who will remove every obstacle in her way, who will make all her dreams come true…who will embrace her, who will give her a kiss to heal. So what if the devil up there is actually in charge of the steering wheel of life…she is reluctant to leave her dreamland. She hides her hopes underneath her arrogance, she hides her love underneath her hoarseness, she hides her fragility underneath her egotism…and like a caterpillar, she is waiting for someone who will help her to spread her wings to fly high up to the sky, behind the stars in a land called her own ‘fantasy land’!

Just to clarify, the girl is not insane…she is as real as we are…perhaps we all have someone like her deep down in our heart…who loves to believe life is nothing but a fairy tale. No matter how sensible, practical, strong we are…we all want to be the Cinderella in the end!

Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true
Deep down inside we want to believe they still do
In our secretest heart, it's our favourite part of the story
Let's just admit we all want to make it too….(by Carrie Underwood)