बस कुछ अधूरे ख्वाब हैं
कुछ आधे लम्हें
कुछ अनकहे से जवाब भी हैं
जो पुकारते है तुम्हें
कुछ भूली हुई यादें हैं
कुछ अनलिखे से ख़त
एक आधी सी बोतल में
कैद है एक गुज़रा हुआ व़क्त
कुछ अधूरे गीत हैं
और एक अनसुनी सी धुन
तुम्हारे संग बिताएं हुए पल बिखरे हैं
और बिखरा हूं मैं भी
i am like dust ...
blown by the wind...
misunderstood..
loved yet hated ..
despised yet wanted...
from a shadow i emerge...
only to disappear in the darkness..
of the Sun..
walking the last mile...
yet its just the beginning
of a journey of thousand miles
and perhaps, as few smiles...i put on the garb of a saint
smear myself with holy paint....
just to escape those thousand eyes...
looking blindly ...
i know they cant see anything ...
neither can they hear..
(they are deaf too)
but am too afraid too scream ...
in case that awakens them from their slumber...
but ...
but...
its harder...
than you think...
its not a pretty pink .....
neither its blue...
or black
or orange...
its a murky colorless red
but slowly the color fades..
and leaves behind a stain...
to remind you of the pain...
and perhaps the joys too....
sometimes I cry...
atleast I try ...
but tears elude me...
and the smile sneers...
and so do my peers..
perhaps its destiny ...
or its THE opportunity....
that i have let go ...
that i had held onto...
only to let it slip...
'cause the harder u try to squeeze...
the faster it vanishes...
like sand...
like water...
on a trepid stretch of land....
someday...
sometime...
the wind will blow...
and grains of sand would glow...
in the embers...
and then....an amber....
i would be there...
Do fast cuts and faster cars make a movie pacy? If the director duo Abbas-Mastan are to be believed, they do. In this MTV age, the attention span of the average audience has reduced dramatically, and so, the song sequences started looking like the videos that they show on television. Probably, this is the first time the entire film has been shot like a Music Video. The eclectic camera movements along with faster cuts, and an erratic storyline,leaves your head spinning! Yes, this movie should have been named Vertigo!!!
In this tale of modern day Ram and Bharat, the script goes totally awry. With innumerable twists and turns, the movie seems like one big maze! Find your way out, if you can!!! To be honest, the twists, in the beginning, do add to the excitement (Well, I got excited seeing Katrina, what if she can't act!) But in an attempt to keep the audience hooked, the Directors have gone overboard. Chota Bhai, Akshaye wants to bump off Bada Bhai, Saif, to get a hundred million in insurance...Wow! such an 'original' storyline!After a murder attempt goes awry, chota Bhai decides to take matters into his own hand, and tries to pull off the biggest heist in the history of Cinema. But after 'racing' through the 'twisted' script, the shady Ram triumphs over shadier Bharat! And in the process, the brothers must have blown up more than five million on swanky cars, booze, bribes and not to mention their medical bills/pills! So much so for a Million!
The characters in this movie are uni-dimensional, Saif is no better than a card-board cutout of his 'Provogue' campaign, and Akshaye Khanna seems just a shadow of his brilliant self ('Sid' in DCH was the show-stealer for me. Bipasha is good, but has been better elsewhere, and yes Katrina...what can one say about her! She looks stunning but somebody please tell her that an actor also needs to act! I think Anil Kapoor is not being 'chooosy' about his roles, otherwise how did he he land up in this re-cycled trash.(*Somehow the movie reminds me of re-cycled trash...Re-cycled trash looks good, but is useless) With Anil's entry in the second half, the film makes yet another turn from the body to the bawdy. Lewd puns on Bananas do leave a very bitter after-taste. And Sameera seems to have resigned to her fate, as a cleavage showing mannequin.
So, is there anything good about Race? Yes, the cars! This film is a virtual car catalogue!Almost every label is on show...from Merc to Mazda! A wet dream for the car crazy! So if you love Cars and Katrina....go ahead and watch this!!!
Kunal Majumder
School day memories are just not about friends or teachers, it’s also your crushes. Crushes that crashed. Crushes that got crushed, and crushes that got you thrashed...well almost!!!
It’s a crazy feeling. Scholars, philosophers and even saints have spent years to decode it. Doubtful if they succeeded. So all those high-on-testosterone, confused teens hanging outside Carmel after-dismissal, the puzzle is nothing new!
Misthi (name changed) was my friend’s sister. We met when I was in class nine. You can guess my situation. All my peers had a ‘Gal Friend’ and so I was supposed to get one too! Or else they would say I have strayed. Not that I was really bothered about their opinion. But peer pressure really works!
Lost in her dreams, my imagination would run wild. In a matter of weeks, I was sure that I would spend my whole life with her. I knew where we would live…. And Bollywood added fuel to the already burning fire!!!
Aftab Shivdasani’s debut movie Mast had just been released. The film was about crushes and infatuation. And it also had an angle of ‘running away from home’. So what else was required?! It was a perfect setup. Un katil nigaho mein, un gaheri adao mein… mast... I would stare at the stars on the terrace of our house and plan my elopement with my sweet Misthi!
But there was one problem.
A small one… I had never spoken to Misthi about my plans. To be honest, I have had never even spoken to her ever about anything.
But I ‘loved’ bragging about our ‘affair’.
What happened next? Nothing. Nancy ma’m told me about the arrival of a new Jeffrey Archer in the library. I was hooked to it for the next few weeks. Fortunately or unfortunately, Misthi was nowhere there.
Oh… I forgot to tell you I ‘fell in love’ again in Plus two. Autumn was in, and the old banyan tree was just starting to shed its old, dirty brown leaves. But to me, they seemed lovely....To me they were those lovely yellow maple leaves, which seemed to seduce the haughty breeze. Oh! That crazy Bollywood sickness had struck me again!
And, ‘Mohabattein’ was the inspiration this time! I immediately changed my specs frame to the one, worn by Shahrukh aka Raj Aryan. Even the style of wearing the sweater changed. The radar started beeping fast. The search was on. This time it was the daughter of my psychology teacher. Gosh! Just imagine what would his reaction been had he known it then? Well, I think not much would have happened. For I did nothing but let my imagination run as the previous time!
Having said all this, I did get a shock few months back. My cousin, who is in class eleven, had come to Delhi. I knew she had a boy friend but never knew that she had some awesome guts. She landed at my place with her ‘BF’ and happily introduced him to us. I really didn’t know to react. Neither could I suppress my laughter on seeing ‘kids’ (Yes, after years of laborious acads, I feel like an oldie!), posing as a ‘serious couple’, nor could I digest the ‘alliance’. Or was I jealous?
Kunal Majumder is the honorary alumni editor of DNS’s portal – Denobili.edu.in. He graduated ISC (Plus Two) in 2003 and is a student of MA Convergent Journalism at the AJK Mass Communication Research Centre (MCRC) of Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi. He is a freelance journalist with leading fashion magazines like IMAGES Business of Fashion and FnL. He can be reached at editor@denobili.edu.in.
ये रंग ही तो हैं
ये शायद वहीं रंग हैं
जो आसमां थे कभी छाएं
जिनकी भीनी खुशबूं
लायी थी वो अंजान फिज़ाएं
ये शायद वहीं रंग ही हैं
ये रंग ही तो हैं
जिनसे कभी वो खेला करते थे
हाथों में गुलाल
गाल पर गुलाबी
और आखों में अजीब सी कशिश हुआ करती थी
ये शायद वहीं रंग हैं
