Like the Sun which stabs the forest trees,
And splashes the darkness with its light,
We want this youth to spread over us,
And conquer the sordid with our might.
Like the first rain which plucks the flimsy leaves.
When the earth suffocates in stillness of May,
We want this youth to spread over us,
And weed the rotten for twigs in our way.
Like restless rivers which cannon the rigids,
Which bruise and push ’em to find their way,
We want this youth to spread over us,
And tame the perverse under our sway.
Like the rains which pulverize heat currents,
Which ooze out in a summer from all lanes,
We want this youth to spread over us,
And pummel the fear out of our veins.
Like the spring which follows the winter,
Gloomy and foggy, wrapping us shivering,
We want this youth to spread over us,
And find our freedom to escape this hinge.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Once on my way
Once on my way,
on the roadside,
I saw a little boy,
Perhaps three! No, perhaps four!
With little stones
in his little hands.
That kid-
Peppering an ant with those little stones,
From the height of his chest,
And missing it every time by a half feet-
Looked so childlike.
Busy with the ant,
Oblivious of the Sun at eleven,
and twas, a sultry day
The boy beamed each time he had to do it again.
If he wanted to kill or to stay it
I don’t know,
For he had plenty of time,
Before he could have his father again,
Busy, as elders are,
talking with their age.
And I,
Twenty and more,
am still thinking
Should I have impeded him,
Or, just asked his name?
on the roadside,
I saw a little boy,
Perhaps three! No, perhaps four!
With little stones
in his little hands.
That kid-
Peppering an ant with those little stones,
From the height of his chest,
And missing it every time by a half feet-
Looked so childlike.
Busy with the ant,
Oblivious of the Sun at eleven,
and twas, a sultry day
The boy beamed each time he had to do it again.
If he wanted to kill or to stay it
I don’t know,
For he had plenty of time,
Before he could have his father again,
Busy, as elders are,
talking with their age.
And I,
Twenty and more,
am still thinking
Should I have impeded him,
Or, just asked his name?
Monday, July 26, 2010
Gulzar’s Mausam
I do not plan to do the blast from the pasts for The Hindu but Gulzar’s Mausam is a film I would love to write about. The more I see it, the more impressed I get by its story and its direction. Starred by Sanjeev Kumar and Sharmila Tagore, this movie is a work of a talent. From the very first minute you are bound to get immersed in it.
The film is about Dr. Amarnath Gill (Sanjeev Kumar) who is made to revisit his past that he has forgotten, is made to repent an unintentional sin he had committed and to do the penance to undo it. On his revisit to Darjeeling, Dr. Gill uncovers what has become of Chanda (Sharmila Tagore) who he had promised to come back to marry her. His shame of serving a jail term for a surgery failure that had stopped him to return back to her had resulted in lunacy for Chanda, untimely death of her father and had brought Chanda’s daughter Kajri (Sharmila Tagore) to a brothel. All these outweigh his shame and he finds his excuse for not returning back a sin that he has to repent for. As Chanda had died it’s only Kajri who could have forgiven him. Then starts his endeavour to bring back Kajri from the life she is leading, to plant her belief in goodness of people and finally to ask her for her forgiveness.
What is commendable is how the story unfolds. Starting with Bhupinder Singh’s bass voice ‘Dil Dhoondhta Hai,’ the song sets stage for Dr. Gill’s search- oblivious of the events that took place in his absence, he starts searching for atonement without getting which he cannot get the peace of mind he craves for. Then we have in Lata Mangeshkar’s voice ‘Ruke Ruke Se Kadam,’ which explains the predicament of Kajri who is unable to find the reasons for the goodness of Dr. Gill and the kind of transformation he expects from her. With well constructed dialogues, delivered with the skills of Sanjeev Kumar and Sharmila Tagore, this film remains outstanding by any standards. Sanjeev Kumar gives such human expressions which don’t let it remain a film only. With movements of his eyes only he can show anxiety, relief, guilt, anger and shock and can very efficiently switch between these. Special mention has to be given to the make-up man of Sanjeev Kumar also who successfully brings in the gap of 20-30 yrs in Sanjeev Kumar’s age.
The film is a must watch for those who want to see Hindi movies. It will make you believe that we had the kind of actors and stories and more important the art of telling them to grip the audience for duration longer than the run time of the movie.
The film is about Dr. Amarnath Gill (Sanjeev Kumar) who is made to revisit his past that he has forgotten, is made to repent an unintentional sin he had committed and to do the penance to undo it. On his revisit to Darjeeling, Dr. Gill uncovers what has become of Chanda (Sharmila Tagore) who he had promised to come back to marry her. His shame of serving a jail term for a surgery failure that had stopped him to return back to her had resulted in lunacy for Chanda, untimely death of her father and had brought Chanda’s daughter Kajri (Sharmila Tagore) to a brothel. All these outweigh his shame and he finds his excuse for not returning back a sin that he has to repent for. As Chanda had died it’s only Kajri who could have forgiven him. Then starts his endeavour to bring back Kajri from the life she is leading, to plant her belief in goodness of people and finally to ask her for her forgiveness.
What is commendable is how the story unfolds. Starting with Bhupinder Singh’s bass voice ‘Dil Dhoondhta Hai,’ the song sets stage for Dr. Gill’s search- oblivious of the events that took place in his absence, he starts searching for atonement without getting which he cannot get the peace of mind he craves for. Then we have in Lata Mangeshkar’s voice ‘Ruke Ruke Se Kadam,’ which explains the predicament of Kajri who is unable to find the reasons for the goodness of Dr. Gill and the kind of transformation he expects from her. With well constructed dialogues, delivered with the skills of Sanjeev Kumar and Sharmila Tagore, this film remains outstanding by any standards. Sanjeev Kumar gives such human expressions which don’t let it remain a film only. With movements of his eyes only he can show anxiety, relief, guilt, anger and shock and can very efficiently switch between these. Special mention has to be given to the make-up man of Sanjeev Kumar also who successfully brings in the gap of 20-30 yrs in Sanjeev Kumar’s age.
The film is a must watch for those who want to see Hindi movies. It will make you believe that we had the kind of actors and stories and more important the art of telling them to grip the audience for duration longer than the run time of the movie.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
At the end of four years
Four years have passed in IIT Roorkee and the time has come when most of the students who took admission with me will leave the campus. It's a strange feeling ! When I look back, these four years seem to have passed too fast, making me feel that there was a lot we couldn't enjoy together. But, it is this feeling that proves that these four years have been really wonderful (Refer Einstein's theory of relativity for good times and bad times).
I remember the first address by the director that made me sleep and I got ashamed of myself. How could I sleep on the very first ritual of a great start ? But now, I have no regrets. Actually, it was boring and that's why I felt sleepy. Then, I remember our first class in Chemistry Dept. Auditorium. It was that of Physics and Ma'm Tashi Nautiyal took the lecture giving us suggestion to keep ourselves away from Solani River. After the class, we started interacting with each other. The interaction kicked off with our JEE ranks. And now, it looks so cheap to have asked those things. Then Maths, then Chemistry and then, I don't remember. Everything was so fast. That's the thing with IIT- it's so fast that you have to keep running to catch with it's pace. I remember the desperation on getting below expectation marks, the first semester result and the results of the following semesters and how I got used to the results. Then I remember Rajendra Bhawan, it's mess, it's lawn, it's corridor, my room and everything associated with it. How tired we would be after a day's schedule and still, would have long gossips in our rooms.
Then came Thomso and it was such an excitement to attend our college's cultural festival. It was a big event for us. We couldn't have expected that Sivani Kashyap would perform for us before. Similarly came Cognizance, our technical festival, with its own aura. Everything seemed so technical in it conforming with IIT standards. But, it was then. Now we know that getting Shivani Kashyaps perform for us requires only sponsorship money which brands can always throw away as long as we promise them a huge participation across the length and breadth of India. As we organised events in Cognizance in the following years, we realized how easy it was to make it TECHNICAL.
Birthday bumps, night outs, bus tea, movies, listening songs at high volume, computer games (though I have somehow kept myself away from games), last night studies and the silence that enveloped our hostels at the exam times are the things that we would always remember. Dinners at Prakash just after mid terms and end terms were like- we deserve it after such a hard work ! I still couldn't know who we were justifying to. But that is what we call college days. The campus walls are like walls secluding us from the world where there is a word called responsibility.
These four years have been years of transformation. When we entered we were merely students who had qualified JEE. We had been brought up in such a way that we would feel that we could do anything. These four years have made us realise the fact that there are things which are not in our domain. Otherwise, there would be no question of sufferings that we had in these years. There are things that we cannot understand in our first attempt. There are rivals who are too good for us, whom we considered as our reference. This makes us believe that everyone is a mediocre and gives us a better perception of success and failures. At the end of four years we don't ask about our CGPA like we would ask JEE rank four years back to assure ourselves of our position. We have learnt that it was not merely our preparation that got us into IIT, luck played its role as well.
I am happy that I have one year more to enjoy this life but disappointed to note that there won't be all of us who have been there so far to enjoy these days. I wish good luck for the outgoing students! See you guys in the outside world in 2011 !
Monday, January 25, 2010
On 26th January 2010
Today is 26th of January 2010. On this day, since m0rning, a strange feeling is there in my mind. All around, in my hostel, patriotic songs are being played and I get pushed back to my school days. This day would mean a lot then. It still does, but the vent to express that is missing.
India became free in real sense when we got our constitution. This has been said again and again. But I feel, efforts to make people realise it have gone in vain or the efforts have been halfheartedly made. On republic day people should be made to understand why we needed our constitution, what the philosophy is that pillars our constitution. Their rights as well as their duties towards the nation should be made clear to them so that they are neither duped nor cross their limits while exercising their rights. Everyone should be clear about the concepts of unity, equality, brotherhood and sovereignty of the nation. They should be infused with courage to stand for the nation, to work for the nation.
The history that is being shaped nowadays compels me to say that the very concepts which we chose to govern ourselves have been kept aside. Disparities have been widened by our politicians themselves for electoral gains. One region prospers and the other suffers. 60 years wasn't a short time to achieve what we still haven't. Many countries had worse beginning than ours. Take the examples of Germany or Japan. They came out of their rubble to make their nation a great nation. South Africa came out of its apartheid problem very late if we compare it with the date we got our constitution. But now their is no division based on colour in the country. We still need to address this inequality issue in our country and this implies that the solution to the problem wasn't efficient enough.
I am not a cynic but, our country deserves more. It's also true that given the population and the diversity of our country the distance that we have covered is commendable. But if the social fabric were woven more intelligently, the history would have been different. Appeasement addresses the problem for a short time but it's not a permanent solution.
This country deserves more and let us toil to give it what was thought for at the beginning of the journey.
India became free in real sense when we got our constitution. This has been said again and again. But I feel, efforts to make people realise it have gone in vain or the efforts have been halfheartedly made. On republic day people should be made to understand why we needed our constitution, what the philosophy is that pillars our constitution. Their rights as well as their duties towards the nation should be made clear to them so that they are neither duped nor cross their limits while exercising their rights. Everyone should be clear about the concepts of unity, equality, brotherhood and sovereignty of the nation. They should be infused with courage to stand for the nation, to work for the nation.
The history that is being shaped nowadays compels me to say that the very concepts which we chose to govern ourselves have been kept aside. Disparities have been widened by our politicians themselves for electoral gains. One region prospers and the other suffers. 60 years wasn't a short time to achieve what we still haven't. Many countries had worse beginning than ours. Take the examples of Germany or Japan. They came out of their rubble to make their nation a great nation. South Africa came out of its apartheid problem very late if we compare it with the date we got our constitution. But now their is no division based on colour in the country. We still need to address this inequality issue in our country and this implies that the solution to the problem wasn't efficient enough.
I am not a cynic but, our country deserves more. It's also true that given the population and the diversity of our country the distance that we have covered is commendable. But if the social fabric were woven more intelligently, the history would have been different. Appeasement addresses the problem for a short time but it's not a permanent solution.
This country deserves more and let us toil to give it what was thought for at the beginning of the journey.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Rmembering B.R. Chopra's Mahabharat !
No, nothing special has happened in the last days that makes me to recall what that serial was all about. I'm such a big fan of this serial that it almost everytime with me.
I have seen this serial for at least seven times. And assuming a memoryless process, I can watch it three times more.Such was this epic serial.
For the first three times at least it was all for arrows and maces to me. The sound that arrows made when they penetrated the air was what kept me glued to this serial. Now it's not them. Every time I watch Mahabharat I get surprised. It has politics, it has ethics, it has economics, it has diplomacy, it has patriotism and I can still count many things that that package offers. Dr. Rahi Masum Raza's script, Harish Bhimani's narration, Rajkamal's music are the things that I'll always remember. That is simply a masterpiece.
Dialogues, though, at first may seem to be hyperbole, are bound to arrest you if you consider that the whole thing is in a different realm. We are, here, talking about men who were adored even by Gods. Remember when Bhishma says to Acharya Drona, "aap jaise log bhagana kya jaane, acharya!!." Acharya Drona's compulsion to fight an unjust war could not have been expressed in more beautiful words. Or remember when Arjuna confesses before Nakul, "main gangaputra se bhaybhit nahin tha, main acharya drona se bhi bhaybhit nahin tha, per main angaraj se bhaybhit hoon !" With so much of power it is hardly seen that one remembers his limits as well, but they did. Likewise their are innumerable dialogues which can make you wedge your fingers between your teeth. To tell the number of corpses, Samay tells us that he has to walk on forefeet only so that he can find a space to walk. Oh my God !! How do you imagine that the passing of time is similar to a man walking, and that when it's hard to see any ray of hope through those corpses, express the idea with the difficulty faced in walking ? Such metaphors are bound to spellbound you.
As for the music, you can get immersed in spirituality, only to find that you don't want to come out of it, when you hear "sab se unchi preet sada hi, duryodhan ke meva tyage, saag vidur ghar khaaye."
Never again will such serials be made. That Mahabharat remains a benchmark for those who want to make Mahabharat again. It still is unsurpassable. With the advent of so many technologies you can make the war more and more fearsome. But I'm sorry Mahabharat is not only about those 18 days of war. How will you show the values for which the war was fought ? That's why my friend we had B.R.Chopra amidst us.
I have seen this serial for at least seven times. And assuming a memoryless process, I can watch it three times more.Such was this epic serial.
For the first three times at least it was all for arrows and maces to me. The sound that arrows made when they penetrated the air was what kept me glued to this serial. Now it's not them. Every time I watch Mahabharat I get surprised. It has politics, it has ethics, it has economics, it has diplomacy, it has patriotism and I can still count many things that that package offers. Dr. Rahi Masum Raza's script, Harish Bhimani's narration, Rajkamal's music are the things that I'll always remember. That is simply a masterpiece.
Dialogues, though, at first may seem to be hyperbole, are bound to arrest you if you consider that the whole thing is in a different realm. We are, here, talking about men who were adored even by Gods. Remember when Bhishma says to Acharya Drona, "aap jaise log bhagana kya jaane, acharya!!." Acharya Drona's compulsion to fight an unjust war could not have been expressed in more beautiful words. Or remember when Arjuna confesses before Nakul, "main gangaputra se bhaybhit nahin tha, main acharya drona se bhi bhaybhit nahin tha, per main angaraj se bhaybhit hoon !" With so much of power it is hardly seen that one remembers his limits as well, but they did. Likewise their are innumerable dialogues which can make you wedge your fingers between your teeth. To tell the number of corpses, Samay tells us that he has to walk on forefeet only so that he can find a space to walk. Oh my God !! How do you imagine that the passing of time is similar to a man walking, and that when it's hard to see any ray of hope through those corpses, express the idea with the difficulty faced in walking ? Such metaphors are bound to spellbound you.
As for the music, you can get immersed in spirituality, only to find that you don't want to come out of it, when you hear "sab se unchi preet sada hi, duryodhan ke meva tyage, saag vidur ghar khaaye."
Never again will such serials be made. That Mahabharat remains a benchmark for those who want to make Mahabharat again. It still is unsurpassable. With the advent of so many technologies you can make the war more and more fearsome. But I'm sorry Mahabharat is not only about those 18 days of war. How will you show the values for which the war was fought ? That's why my friend we had B.R.Chopra amidst us.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
So Near Yet So Far !!
After a long time I watched a match though, only 20 overs of it. India lost to Australia by 3 runs. Sachin stood tall amongst the ruins ! As a matter of fact, I planned to see the match only because of Sachin. It's not the first time that India lost to Australia nor it is going to be the last time. Also it's not that I don't know that we too have made them face defeats many times. But why I am bound to write a blog about this match is because of the way we lost.
More than for the struggle of our team to win, this match would be remembered for the way we lost to Australia. We struggled as hard as we could, and we lost as easily as we could. The same old thing that has been said so many times about our team-"tu chal main aaya"- was applicable this time as well. Today I remember a match that I saw in September 2004 between West Indies and England. West Indies needed 71 runs when their 8th wicket was down, and the 9th wicket partnership between CO Browne and IDR Bradshaw did it. As far as I remember there were not too much of fours forget about any sixes. They collected those runs through singles and doubles mainly. However, more than the way they did that, the end result is what makes me say that we still lack that fighting to the last breath attitude. Yes, I have just checked records at cricinfo and I have also seen that the highest wicket partnership record for the 9th wicket goes to Indians (Kapil Dev and Kirmani) only but that is not my point. Neither I want to stick to this 9th wicket partnership only. What I saw in that 71 runs partnership was the attitude to hold the rope tightly. We literally succumbed to the pressure in the end. A boiled-for-30 minutes milk was lemoned in no time.
May be that I'm writing this blog only because of the fact that I watched the match and India lost it. But, it remains a fact that seldom does a team lose a match when it needs 5 runs in 3 balls. I just wish that Sachin could have stayed for 20 runs more. I just wish........!!
More than for the struggle of our team to win, this match would be remembered for the way we lost to Australia. We struggled as hard as we could, and we lost as easily as we could. The same old thing that has been said so many times about our team-"tu chal main aaya"- was applicable this time as well. Today I remember a match that I saw in September 2004 between West Indies and England. West Indies needed 71 runs when their 8th wicket was down, and the 9th wicket partnership between CO Browne and IDR Bradshaw did it. As far as I remember there were not too much of fours forget about any sixes. They collected those runs through singles and doubles mainly. However, more than the way they did that, the end result is what makes me say that we still lack that fighting to the last breath attitude. Yes, I have just checked records at cricinfo and I have also seen that the highest wicket partnership record for the 9th wicket goes to Indians (Kapil Dev and Kirmani) only but that is not my point. Neither I want to stick to this 9th wicket partnership only. What I saw in that 71 runs partnership was the attitude to hold the rope tightly. We literally succumbed to the pressure in the end. A boiled-for-30 minutes milk was lemoned in no time.
May be that I'm writing this blog only because of the fact that I watched the match and India lost it. But, it remains a fact that seldom does a team lose a match when it needs 5 runs in 3 balls. I just wish that Sachin could have stayed for 20 runs more. I just wish........!!
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