When jubilation and mediocrity collaborate..

सुनहरी किर्न.. (Sunahri Kirne..)
When jubilation and mediocrity collaborate..

I like blooming flashes of occasional brilliance.

This is all we live for, quest for gorgeous escapades.



Difficult to settle down, even more when there is so much to do, very little to run behind curtains and let the spotlight get the better of you.
Devour such places, envy them for their everlasting contour.

‘Raazi’ is one of those films that will get glued to your soul for sometime after you come out of theatres. May be, much beyond the streets, your neighbourhood and your living room.
Emotions and the very bane of human existence takes a ‘U’ turn in this sizzling drama that catapults us to one of the most bravest and disgusting stories I have come to know during the notorious battle of ‘Indo-Pak’ menace.
1971 was one of the worst India ever saw. Perhaps, the most valiant and path breaking as well. Some stories will blow your mind off, some will make you cry, some will rip you apart. ‘Raazi’ is a classic culmination of these voracious confrontations, within and outside.
I really fail to understand, how we could disown someone who has been so close to dismantle a great power that threatens to destroy the very country we adore. And that too, so conveniently with a dead statement like ‘they knew what they were signing up for’. That’s ‘Intelligence’ and ‘Hypocrisy’ in the same plateau.
The meaning of war is so beautifully explained, it’s appalling and equally disposes all of us to a reality we know but refuse to accept. Men have honour but no compassion, compassion is driven by the animosity for the opposite nation, relationships are built over the foundation of betrayal, emotions are packaged to triage deceit and conspiracy. In a world that’s born out of war, we want peace between 2 twin nations who never wanted it. Rather, the fire is not from the belly, but from the political powers who are either invisible or compromised, for another one. And, the juggernaut continues.
We won 1971, but we lost our peace forever.
The soundtrack of the film will live, perhaps for eternity. Arijit crooning to ‘Ae Watan..’ makes me believe that doesn’t matter who or how, but patriotism is inert feeling and cannot be bucketed. I and you belong to different places, but we still have love and admiration for our roots. And, this promiscuous feeling cannot be modified or disputed or disrespected. The BGM by Shankar Ehsaan Loy deserves equal applause, matching the intensity of this riveting tale. On top of it, the fact that ‘Ae Watan..’ encapsulates the words of the iconic Allama Iqbal makes it such an adorable classic of our times.
Alia Bhatt is simply outstanding as Sehmat Khan. She epitomises the dilemma, helplessness and the guts of Sehmat, which in itself is a spine chilling character. Mind you, Alia Bhatt is still very young, and at such an age, what she has done with films like ‘Raazi’ and ‘Udta Punjab’ is a revelation. Alia, I am sure your Dad is a proud man.
‘Raazi’ will go down as one of the finest 2018 ever produced. Not for the innovation but for the audacity to bring something so scary and dispensable to the odour of Cinema.

Hunger first, thirst followed.
If you are around, let me know and we can squash the heat to pulp.

“I am big” – says the structure with a pinch of arrogance.
The sky smiles and tweets back – “May be, but am still above you and you lie beneath”.
Cheers!

Is it possible that we might love a person so deep in our hearts that we can patronise and seduce another person to revel in the existence of the former?
And, discard these emotions so brutally when we realise that all that love was for a futile soul?
‘Drishtikone’ is a fetish perspective to the human side.

Now, it’s not just you.


I do not have words to describe you, your description belongs to an elite world where a genius resides.
I cannot talk about you, you in itself are an institution that remains unparalleled, in man and beyond.
Your stories are not written, they are sagas that are embedded in our lives. Every day, every moment. Forever.
You defined Literature long before mankind could understand the nuances of what ‘Literature’ is.
You did not pen poetries, you have written ‘Life’ as means of poetry in a community where the ‘poet’ was always misunderstood.
Thank you, for leaving us behind.
Beacause, you were way ahead of our kind.
For my soccer aficionados.
Cheers!

What can I say?
Wishing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you is grossly similar to mortals trying to match the exploits of the sun and moon.
Satellites are a tad shy when it comes to your repertoire.
An icon and a legend of our times, there is no take away between your elite investment on the face of pure and generative cinema, and the sublime quality that came out from your stable, consistently.
Not just great, incredible stories. Stories with soul, enriched with human transcendence and path breaking relevance.
Nayak, Charulata, Aranyer Din Ratri, Agantuk, Pather Panchali, The Apu Trilogy..
Just to name a few. But enough for our goosebumps to last for a lifetime.
Perhaps, even more.
Sir, I take a bow!
And yes, if I can.
Happy Birthday, Satyajit Ray.
An Artist. The Filmmaker. The Auteur.
