Friday, August 24, 2012

Satrangi re

This is a song which I have always loved for its lyric, music and the way Sonu Nigam sang it. It was a complete package of passion named "Love".

Today, when I searched for the song on youtube, to listen to it, ended up adoring the song for a new reason,  its wonderful picturisation. Remembering that when the movie was released, I was a college going student, not mature enough to appreciate it for all good reasons.  I understood the color codes, the semiotics in each frame. This song and the scenes are the crux of the whole movie.  Hats off to the cinematographer team and of course kudos to the director Mani Ratnam!

Now I am considering to watch the film again, I am sure to enjoy and understand it much better this time. What to do, maturity comes late in some people :( and I am one of those... :'(

BTW, hush hush... do not tell Shah Rukh that this is the second film for which I liked him...first one being Chak De India ;)

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

A cliché thought hits in the morning: On news and news value, life and its ways


My newspaper guy has a strange problem. He will never bind the newspaper with a rubber band. Every morning I have to collect the scattered sheets spread all over the front yard! The crazy wind will do the rest to annoy me. It is just that, I am not being able to get up early enough to get hold of him :( Kisi din mil gaya na...!!!

Today morning, while collecting the sheets, my head got hit by the lower part of the staircase. I stopped there for few moments to enjoy the sparks and stars that appeared before my eyes (grrr!). This boy will get an additional good scolding for this hurt too! When I settled down to arrange the sheets...something caught my attention. A news, which was ruling the cover page for a week, now shifted its place to second page. I realized that all news have this fate... it’s life cycle...from being just below the masthead, slowly slipping into the inner pages, then to the side columns.  

There is a strange similarity of this phenomenon with human lives as well as with the incidents that take place in the life span. 


As we can see the same happening to the news and its value... all incidents that take place in this world do not have same news value. The information that are accumulated by news agencies, journalists and other sources, do not enjoy same fate, same amount of highlight. Maximum of those will be thrown to the dustbin/ recycle bin, some of those will be used as fillers, a few as niche news items for the niche readers...only one or two news item will grab the attention and will be given high value and most important place in the news paper...for the known reasons obviously.

Similarly, there are billions of lives that see the light of the Sun every day...breath same air, walk on the same earth...but each one of us have different kind of lives, different purposes, even no purpose... some make it large, some live it, some ruin it, some waste it in vain. Some lives are so valuable, some are so unimportant, even some lives are considered as parasites. 

For those who make it large...like news items, it has its peak and then downfall…eventually some are forgotten, rarely one among many, becomes a legend…

In the same way, no matter how happy or sad incidences we experience in our lifetime, after a certain period, time pushes us to get up and move on. No matter how good or bad were the incidents, they become memories. That is how it is. Yes, there are certain incidents that remain there always, like a permanent scar or like an oasis in the desert, making their presence and effectiveness felt, every time touched somehow.  

Life goes on, with or without, everything, something or nothing.  Like the news paper, life too, must go on…the ground rule of human life is... to be…to live.

This is a stupid thought, said thousand times earlier, known to all…but felt like saying again…

I will come back with some other observations/realizations/thoughts (may be stupid at times). Till then...
Keep the faith!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Let us be independent in true sense: 15th August, 2012


Here is another year of pleasure and convenience of living in an independent country. As I was born into a free nation, so could never actually appraise how much struggle and sacrifice it required to achieve that status: INDEPENDENT INDIA. It was just occasional boiling of the blood while watching the tortures, exploitation, dishonor, and injustice done to the nation and its people in the movies and TV serials. Then the sudden surge of feelings, the call, and the concern would die down, eventually be forgotten with the burden of the day’s business. Such is our love for the nation, and I guess it is for everything and for everyone. Unless we pay a price with something very dear, we do not learn to value anything in life. Freedom is such a pursuit, if you get it without paying a price, it is ignored, mismanaged, misused/abused…

Then again a question, what can we do? What can we change? Kya kar sakte hai? Jhanda garna hai kya? Ya ukharna hai? Kuchh nehi hone wala is desh ka. Yes, I am not here to tickle the sentiments to get your blood to the boiling point temporarily. I know it never works in long term…but have always worked for dirty politics. Janta ka sentiment has always been their most powerful weapon… pessimists are right. If this is what we mean by the love for the nation, nothing will happen but us, the people of India, being used as the political party’s weapon against us.

That is what has been happening for decades now post independence.  Pre-independence we had good leaders, on whom we could trust….now there is actually no one we can trust. Even I was never confident enough to vote a party till today. What do we do? Continue to live like this, now as we have adapted a life of indifference and unhealthy consumerist competition. Wait for a leader like Anna Hazare to save us, then again breakdown with his fall? Yeh khel kab tak chalega? Or this is how it is supposed to be? When I see Zhanda phailana, Flag hoisting by the corrupt and influential politicians, it makes me sick. (Am I getting too emotional? I guess I am. But this is true. And this feeling too subsides with time ;) )


I guess not. No, this is not the way. This is not how it is supposed to be. Kanoon hath main nehi lete, lekin apni khud ki zimmedari ko lena hi hota hai.  I have always believed in doing my bit for the country, for the earth, as a human being. Taking charge of your life and responsibilities does not actually take tremendous effort that could make you believe that it is almost impossible. It is a bent of mind, not being told what to do, having faith on your own judgment and being confident about it. But unfortunately, we are not habituated with this kind of thoughts followed by actions. We like it to be told what to do, or follow the mass. Independent thinking process is not cultivated and practiced now in our society. There are influences of people around us and the media, who fed our mind with half-true/biased, processed pack of information to get their desired impact on us. You see, we are nothing but tools for them…they play with our mind and control it.

You know it all, still ignore the facts. Even I do the same…ignore or put my mind in a shell. But over a period of time, I have developed a process of doing my bit. Today let me share it with you.  Again, I am not asking/ expecting/trying to influence you to follow my ways. Just urging you to create your one, that is unique and logical to you.

As a parent I try cultivating independent thinking in my son. How I do it? Well there are many subtle ways…depending on the type of the child. If you wish to do the same, start by understanding your kid.

I try to avoid the simple corrupt practices in our system that we have been using as shortcuts. I would rather take a long route and save my soul. But that does not mean that I never had to compromise…I did compromise in a few occasions. But later, I did something to counter those actions. Fighting and survival strategies are unique and developed by your own logic and abilities.

I have an immune thought process, which cannot be influenced by media. After seeing very closely, how we receive news, who regulate those information channels…I have developed that immune system in me. I cannot be fed with any news, until I have seen 360 degree angles of it. This is a tough and time-taking practice which of course hinders me to come to a final conclusion. But still, they cannot use me as their tool, against my own people, my own country.

These are my small ways to do my bit. I know I will not bring a BIG CHANGE in the system. But I am sure to create some ripples that will help bring some positive actions and reactions. That makes a difference. And if all of us start doing our bit, the amount of this ripple effect will be bigger. And CHANGE which actually is a change in true sense, comes unseen, unheard, without much ado.  We do not see the revolution or the process; we see the CHANGE that is there to stay. ..
Can we be such a race of people who are independent in true sense, and held their heads high with the values of truth, justice, fearlessness, and confidence? Yes of course we can, let us start by stop being indifferent.

Happy Independence Day...Happy Independent Mind, Happy Independent Life...

Jai Hind!
                                                                                                                                                        

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Tu bhi banjara te sajan main bhi banjara...


This song is about man's eternally wandering spirit and the spirit's constant search for peace & happiness. It's about man getting caught up in everyday travails and losing sight of the bigger picture; his larger calling his hidden potential.

I cannot stop listening to this song.... :)

Hats off to Coke Studio :)

Language: Hindi
Composer: Clinton Cerejo
Producer: Clinton Cerejo
Vocals: Vijay Prakash & Nandini Srikar
Lyrics: Tradition Lyrics and Hindi Lyrics by Manoj Yadav
Keys: Beven Fonseca
Keys: Aman Mahajan
Keys: Clinton Cerejo
Drums: Lindsay D'Mello
Electric Guitar: Shon Pinto
Electric Guitar: Nyzel D'Lima
Bass: Rushad Mistry
Indian Percussion: Aslam Dafrani
Indian Percussion: Haneef Dafrani
Backing Vocals: Lynn D'souza
Backing Vocals: Thomson Andrews
Backing Vocals: Dwayne Leroy Gamree
Backing Vocals: Crystal Sequeira
Recorded by: Steve Fitzmaurice, Ashish Manchanda (Flying Carpet Productions, Mumbai), assisted by Thorsten Muller
Mixed by Steve Fitzmaurice at the Pierce Rooms, London
Mastered by Bunt Stafford Clark at the Pierce Rooms, London.