Things end. People change. Life goes on.
A holiday after 2 years is super special, and a vacation after the Pandemic that consumed the whole world looks apparently like an invitation straight from the doors of Heaven. Well, it turned out exactly the way it was meant to be – elusive, beautiful, picturesque and divine. Rest, the pictures will do the talking.
Happy Easter!
Sometimes, it’s just the aura and feeling of the supreme. Things begin to fall in place.
Every Morning. Every Day. You are being observed. You are being blessed. 🙏💐🙏
I have never been a big fan of musicals. In fact, it ranks the lowest in the list of my preferred genre. But, it would be a shame if I didn’t relive the era of the original Broadway musical.
It’s the old wine in a new bottle, if I have to put it down simply. But the way it was presented to the pandemic hit audience was exhilarating. Yes, I have never communicated with people, musically that is. But the very advent of doing so has been nothing short of a youthful roller coaster for a diaspora of emotionally hungry audience.
It does make a difference when it comes from a Master like Spielberg. I have never associated him with musicals in the last 3 decades but this film is testimony to the fact that his legend precedes his reputation as one of the most maverick filmmakers produced in the last 50 years. And, the magical touch has not waned away – though my appetite for his films remains largely fluid and unfulfilled.
Such films will keep Cinema alive – for the sheer capacity to reinvent and remain relevant in terrible times of such abomination for the big screen.
Thank you, MuBI!
For getting me back in the pedestal of the BIG SCREEN. Nothing like Cinema in theatres 👍🙏🥰.
And, this is what I did to celebrate 👇🏻.
The feeling is unanimous – UnCeRtIaN.
If something has begun, it doesn’t mean that something else has ended. Perhaps, this one never started. It was lying unaccomplished somewhere in the realms of time and embracing oblivion. Now, time has unleashed itself.
Strings attached to the past will have a legacy but it cannot become your destiny. The past helps you to improve your present and create your own further. Well, at least try to. I have nothing against destiny but if everything was destined to happen and we are mere spectators, then we have lost the very purpose of life and the reason to live – To evolve. And , to do so is a continuous process. This process has no limits. It is not time bound, but it is bound by your resilience and the attitude to survive in mayhem.
I am celebrating a beginning, not to forget the past but to cherish the future that I am about to create for myself and others. After all, success in your life has invaluable contributors who can shape or un-shape your toying fortunes.
I am in no way, a spiritual geek. In fact, quite the opposite. I am the usual, run of the mill, selfish individual who goes running to God for petty petitions and wonders to happen that might change your life. Not that I don’t work hard, but human beings do have this beautiful habit of reaching out to the Almighty in times of distress or an inexplicable tragedy.
But this place, in a remote village, has an appetite for pure devotion. It blows you away with it’s inherent quality to impress you and has a towering presence over mortals like us. Whenever I visit this place, I get this feeling that good things will happen to us. May be, it’s just the beginning before everything starts to make sense and falls in it’s inevitable place.
This time, it was a special reunion after a gap of few years and it was nothing short of being driven on an exquisitely divine highway.
Widely acknowledged as one of the first and the finest method actor ever produced by India, Dilip Saab was more than an actor. An artist whose roles and characters have transcended borders and cultures, he remains an elusive and a celebrated icon of indian Cinema.
I have watched his classics, and no wonder they are timeless. Be it ‘Naya Daur’, ‘Madhumati’, ‘Andaz’ or the masterful ‘Mughal-e-Azam’, Dilip Saab’s versatility and natural abilities took iconic strides. Much after his glorious days, he did ‘Shakti’ in 1982 and he was pitted against the reigning Superstar, Mr Bachchan. As my dad aptly put it, it was a powerhouse performance and in those times, there weren’t many who could overshadow the mighty Bachchan. But then, Dilip Saab was made differently. Well, this is a fairly modern story when compared to his illustrious legacy but is a fair testimony to his greatness.
I will continue to watch your films, Dilip Saab. Artists like you don’t die, you just get transported to a different world and a better stage. Indian Cinema just got poorer and the loss is entirely ours. Adios, and thank you for the everlasting brand of pure cinema.
I think this aptly describes the current situation that we all are in.
Past few weeks have been tough and terrible. Death has never looked so ominous before, and every day is a life worth living for.
This Pandemic has to perish before we do. Yes, we are in no position to dictate terms as someone else is clearly in charge. But, hope is an equaliser. If it falters you, it also has the ability to redeem you.
Fight is not the key, resilience and prayers will deliver the impossible.
@Lifeoholic