Lonely
Its been some time. And I needed this revisit.
The Lonely Bird sings again.
From her pile of sweet ash , she incarnates. Pain aah, how sublime, it stings again.
Unsure, Confused Melee..........STOP, stop this din again!
The wheel of time takes a turn. The dark night bows to solemn greetings. Rainbow lies broken. Its time to blend with the smoke.
AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHhhh.............................the lonely bird sings again!
Patel Shot.at Times Square...Well I am not gone. I am not back. Lots has brewed . And yet quiet flows the Don.....!!!!!
Well...Veer Zara--Yuxx did ya say!!!!!
Veer Zara!--An Austere Zara ! An incredible Veer! A love saga told to perfection!
I had been reading reviews and hearing people damning the three and half hours, rejecting the movie out right so much so, that despite SRK I decided not to go for it. Thinking it would be another corny flick with high melodrama and over doze of singing and dancing. Singing and dancing, there was and that to what contraire!
A friend recited high points of the movie to me over ISD : ), told me how it was poetry in motion and while at that, I could not resist going for a seat in the next show. Warned the company who came along of what was in store. That made the job easy lest they should have come out with complaints.
What I liked about the flick. Well almost every thing
: The young modern and beautiful Rani fighting for women’s rights to conduct justice and be at par with the male dominion. She was the nervous rookie, her belief and principles leading to the iota of confidence which don’t we all need to start with what we want to achieve, when there’s not much hope?
: The beautiful as a portrait Zara. Pampered yet not spoilt. Brave yet not a rebel, cultured, her father’s son, in love and yet with a mind of her own. She was as the 60 year old Hindustani Sumer Singh – Amitabh Bacchan saluted her right, an epitome of tradition.
: Veer, drool, Chopper Pilot, drooool, Country boy..straight from the soil, drool some more, incredulously wise, humouredly agile, with a doting village and heart that loved with conviction, with truth, with passion (so SRK!).
: The love story. He asked her for a day of her life. So reminiscent of my all time favorite ‘before sunrise’ , a small frame flick with ethan hawk in which he spends a day with an out right stranger, all conversational in Vienna, when they meet on a train to paris! Destiny, how they meet. Symbolic, how bauji thinks zara despite a pakistani was the boti he picturised with veer on a cycle holding him from behind. I think I have forgotten what bauji says when veer asks him how do you decide if this was ‘the’ girl! All the mutual moments. Across the fields, bed of flowers, on the sledge bridge, riot of colors, a funny bauji and his madrasi turned sikhni boti, their beautiful number, zaras adab, her turn to acknowledge veer as god sent, as love himself!
: Hindu Muslim/ Pakistani Hindustani/ Rich Poor/ North Indian South Indian/ Ayingar Aiyyar/ Brahmin Rajput. Have we not heard that over and over. How fathers get disillusioned and mothers too, only to realize in the end that why they are saying no is because of the societal stigma, their adherence to community and its dynamics. Yet they concede. Agree, accept. That when they have a Veer for a son and Zara for a daughter. None less!
: SRK kaidi no 786 verse. Exuberance on display. Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhonsle. Gulzar. Ye Des Tera Bhi Hai Mera Bhi!
Slick Flick That!
Lost In Translation
Theres a cloud out there that refuses to rain....
Theres an old feathered leaf out there which greened contrary to decay...I saw it withering again today...In no time it too shall fly away...
Theres not far away blue skies...The shade is blue very very blue....
Theres an old boat on the right in waters that close to stench, a crooked road ahead, a village, purple house , shades of grey and i am not home...
where am I............
hum tum!
guys are like this , galz like zat. oh amn't i full of this? saw this saif ali khan and rani mukherjee starrer today. ok ok missed it earlier. had been pining to see it. probably because have had dozes and dozes of when harry met sally on the tv . Have heard the men are from mars women from venus... and the twain shalt not meet theory over and over every day. Have been witness to guys not getting over this gal or that. Know women who dont know why their guys are like this or that.
the battle of the sexes carries on.
picture this. guy is crazy about this gal. both are on their own. the gal confides in him. he travels half an hour to get to catch the same bus as her. they are everywhere together. the dude ,believe me ,does nothing but think of her all 24 hours a day. he asks the lady out. the equations change. completely.
picture another. the guy asks the lady for marriage. she says no because she isn't sure. the next day she bats an aye and the guy, how crude could one get, says he is undecided.
picture more. fine let that be. on an uncouth plane. i once anounced guys are pigs and pat came the answer. well yes and they is always after filth. and then some say filth also have lotus that bloom in the marshes. is this going off track?
not that there is a track. told you. this is one elliptical orbit which has two focii and they is hard to reconcile. the onus being .. and that was the catch line of the flick in context: 'tum ke bina hum....'.........is all very lonely!!!
well symphony of hum and tum revolves around the caring and cared for....love and hate....laugh and tears....meetings and partings.....gushes and guffaws.....anguish and laughter !! theantagostic parallel playing the rhythm and rhapsody in the concertus of coexistence..!!!
tis my unforgettable....
words poured outta me one day months ago.... this is what they said in whole.......:
neela tha mera ambar..
chaha tha...
neele nabh pe udoon main chiridiya ban kar
us nabh me indradhanush ka fera tha....
suraj khil ke muskurata tha..aise...
lagta tha saara aakash ..woh aakash mera tha.
fir jaana us ambar ke peeche...
door us neele nabh ke neeche...
ek anant kaal tha
jise jaan nahi saka koi...woh....antariksh
aseem asmaan tha..
knock knock iam looking to marry..
A friend just wrote in and I agree. We are all in the same mode of mid 20's, single, independent and being forced to look around. Because unlike the 30 something youngsters ross's and rachels, we have folks who want us settled. want us married. may be not as stringent as folks back in the 80's even 90's or before but yes they are ardent that we kids get our matches soon enough for them to breathe easy. why do i find that word 'matches' corny.
saw a movie a couple of months back. called 'knock knock iam looking to marry'. very southie, very directly put, with a story very similar to our plight. a 24 something in banglore checking out boys and men, traditional, masochists, boisterous, babies even druggists.
i have met people while not being interested for zilch in the whole 'suitable boy' game. There have been interesting people who did not click. There were not so interesting people who would have clicked but for my outcry. But to sum it all up. This is not done. This is not the way it is supposed to be. This is all wrong. I hear those drums from distant greens. People tell me how it was when they first met. They tell me they knew it, they knew that was it. They tell me it happened in due course. I say hello. Bad game. I give up . Well thats how another of friends whose mom sent him a picture of a lady lately, that when he had not even finished Vikram Seths great novel, puts it.
And now that I have made such a publication of probably peoples private confessions I wonder if I will ever look back at this piece and say -- 'well I knew it!' after writing that : ).
