Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 27/28, 2014 Thu/Fri 2:49 am
There are facets to existence ..
And facets ever dense,
Some happiness inducted,
Some words almost unsaid ..
There is a joy to deliver,
A joy to give if ever ..
For many among shall realise,
Life’s not what many say it is, it is a lot more wise …
Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 26/27, 2104 Wed/Thu 3:34 am
A day in the life .. a day in the day of life .. a day in the day of many lives !
Gathering the images of that which persisted with us through closed eyes through the night, the light of the morning shines, the noises off, the daily chatter of the birds and movement abound .. a screeching of the parting curtains rudely introduce you to another dawn, a sunrise ..
Swiftly does one ready oneself for the brace of the visits to the ‘rays’ and the ‘drains of the red’ collected with apt discussion and regard, and equally swiftly does one respond to the work that awaits next door ..
The greens of a campaign ..
The vanity has made those historic makeup rooms above in the place of work, redundant, and they now form the temporary residences of creatives at their best .. for rest and dress, for meets and greets, for laptops and other sops ..
Campaign after campaign in varied dress, in varied shades of mood, in movement and in still, crowd the time till the time to move to the next - some several traffic jams ahead !
The ‘girl child’ and its care and consideration through that organisation Plan India, to release a book titled ‘Meri Beti Meri Shakti’ .. the forward by me and the picture of my own Shweta within ..
The sale and proceeds from my earlier book B70, brought out on my 70th, have been donated to the cause for the education of girl child’s deprived of such .. and tonight a further donation of taking care for the education of 21 girls for a year is initiated by me .. there is a tremendous sense of giving for cause that overtakes all sentiments … and when the results are seen they confirm our belief ..
That over, there is the other obligation to rush to the inaugural issue of a revamped newspaper ‘MID DAY’ .. a celebration and a meeting of friends and colleagues
…. and fooling around with Abhishek as he walks in to the function just as I walk out ..
But amongst all this .. there is the sound of poetry and music and the desire to do much for the cause and to contribute and to think and contemplate on means of its horrid riddance in society, to educate to think within and to somehow contribute through voice and face its furtherance …
It is now coming on to 4:30 am .. !! But the heart does not permit its leave .. there is want for more … to more .. by more ..
Endings are inevitable ..
As also my affection and love for all ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 25/26, 2014 Tue/Wed 2 : 17 am
Using the language of the sign and singing the National Anthem .. ‘Jana gana mana ..’ declared the best Anthem in the world by United Nations
The children .. those in front on wheel chairs, mentally impaired .. those in line with me standing beside me, cannot speak … those behind me to my right are all blind .. and the the other side to my left challenged .. what more can one say ..
the launch of the book written by the Editor of Screen, Priyanka Sinha Jha .. ‘Supertraits of Superstars’ at Olive in Bandra …
and the launch of the trailer of ‘Bhoothnath Returns’ with Parth the kid called ‘Akhrot’ in Hindi , or ‘walnut’ in English in the film, because according to him, he is hard from the outside but soft within ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 25/26, 2014 Tue/Wed 1:16 am
Pain when delivered in excess brings a strange happiness .. happiness when delivered in excess brings upon a strange pain .. !
Pain observed in others, more specially in them, that never did get the opportunity to live fully, shall only express pain .. not to them that suffer, but to them that spend their time with them, even in moderation !!
'Differently abled' children are singing the Nation Anthem in the sign language and it is being filmed for an event to show their prowess even in times of great handicap .. and … I .. yes I get the opportunity to be filmed along with them, and doing what they do in their version style and form ..
It is tough and difficult to understand the condition and the plight of those little ones who have subjected to this fate .. for it can only be fate that delivers such harsh realities to them ..
We bless ourselves in our completeness, in our natural beings, in how we were meant to be ..
But those that shall never see light of the universe, light of the world, light of the companion, of friends and acquaintances..
Those that shall never hear the sound of sound .. the affection in words of the near and dear, of the lilt in the strains of music .. the sound of their own beating hearts .. of them .. what ??
We are all privileged and blessed .. we can read and understand and react to what comes next in the line of my communication ..
But they ..?
They are not ..!
My prayers for them .. my affection to them … my love and attention to them .. my voice for theirs and my eyes for the darkness that surrounds them …
I spend the entire day with them and sign off the National Anthem in the way they would express .. I shift with heaviness to release a book by a journalist on the ‘super traits’ of the Superstars at the popular and inviting location of an eatery .. I rush then to a theatre to release the trailer of forthcoming film ‘Bhoothnath Returns’ .. there is performance and press and questions and answers for the media and by the media and for the media .. and I return home ..
Exhausted .. ??
Yes … !! Yes exhausted by the frustration, the mystery and the helplessness of finding answers ..
For, in the belligerent and cacophonous shrill of trailer reaction, that section of the mind, repels all that transpires in the exuberance of the event, and travels without provocation to them that shall never perhaps enjoy the outcome of celebration ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 24/25, 2014 Mon/Tue 2:29 am
Languid and burdened with thought .. moving but not knowing where .. thinking but flushed with a storm of thoughts, leading no where .. in meetings of endless speech, endless considerations, endless unapproachable destinations .. and the need to get there some manner and way .. to be advised to be led by the hand to be coaxed to be looked after .. not having nothing to do, nothing to think, nothing to look forward to ..
And just then creative outputs desired in the future project lightens up the image, lightens up the room lightens up the insides and there is no space for remorse or undesired images that had been hauntingly omnipresent .. all over !
Another follows and there too imagery and process takes over .. there is hope expressed and hope looked up to .. time takes possession of the me .. and time cures the diseased ..
And suddenly then .. the ‘tube’ beckons, and different sections get images on screen and consult .. of damage and lost repair, of lasting concerns, of momentary relief, but nothing permanent for the times to come ..
Life is a wonderful teacher, a college of classic degrees and decorations, appreciations from elders and tutors, camaraderie of class mates, the meteorological predictions, that thankfully even the best in the world go wrong with ..
Without all this, we would live a ‘niras’ existence .. one without colour and the beauty of sweetened juices ..
We must fight the odds, the failures, the challenges .. get up to the skies and scream in lonely isolation to the world ..
That energy shall never fail ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 23/24, 2014 Sun/ Mon 1 : 21 am
One lives in the charm and the guile and the effervescence of cinema. One lives it to the involved sense. One works in the profession but still one moves and identifies with all that goes to make them what they are ..
They have immense capacity. Capacity to engage you beyond your comprehension. Beyond, at times when you would least expect it to. Times when you wish you were there immediately with the others, in their circumstance, in their creative field. Fields constructed with great thinking and guile. Creatives that draw you within, give you an identity that perhaps you never knew existed. Fascinating … !! Simply fascinating !!
And that has been what the entire day has enticed me with. Cinema and cinema and more cinema ! One after the other. Visuals and performances and music and stories and just the processes that the maker takes one through. How do they ever do it. How do they conceive what they have in mind and paper onto film and onto the silver screen. And know with certain certainty that this is what is going to work finally. The interpretation of the makers mind, transported to a million hearts and heads .. at time many many more ..
I look at all of them and try comparisons, with my own, and find myself short of such large degrees of value. Where do they and how do they get to where they take us. How are they able to judge years before, months before, days before the impact, the truth of their thought now on celluloid. How does their patience hold out for such a long time .. mine would get up and move .. and not necessarily in the right direction ..
There is an amazement in watching technology and performance outshine all that we did. There is such a joy in watching the fresh talent, the young beginners, the next generation. It is such an awesome experience to watch them, faultless and with no inhibitions, move from frame to frame with the ease of a soft feather, flying in that short gust of wind that drew up without an alarm.
It compels me to stop all that I do … reach out to them … sit in conversation and discussion, and know what it is that makes them what they are today …
I am in admiration and in great awe .. also in great happiness and fulfilment. They gave me that, and that I respect and honour. I learn I study and I seek from them what they display .. it is a true lesson !
And then the inspiration to get in their space as it were to be in that environment, to partake, to be involved, to be challenged and yes to be seen in the eyes of the other to assuage what and where there was wrong and where the need for betterment ..
You wish to get up and scream and shout appreciation. Scream for the sake of a treasured moment in the creative. Shed tears along with those that have compelled us to shed them in their company.
There is but one important ingredient that you insist upon ..
Let there be just me … nothing and no one else ..
Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 22/23, 2014 Sat/Sun 1: 04 am
I am home .. ! I am home to familiar faces … I am home to loved ones … I am home to those little patter of feet … I am home to known fragrances ..
I am home ..
Homes built with passion and depth and in the belief of possession. That one address, that one roof that remains with us. That one destination that ends our day or night - one that we all come back to, one that when back all appreciate. I never hear why one has come back home. I never hear wish you would forget home. Even in the farthest of places destinations tours and visits, we are greeted with a ‘home away from home’ welcome !
A shelter you always find respite from .. always a shelter that irrespective of its size or condition or value, remains the most valuable element in our lives. We dress it, clean it, decorate it, repair it, celebrate in it, condition it for all occasions of festivals and celebration. We welcome the guest in it. Its purity of invitation has a distinct quality about it. There is a sanctity unparalleled about it. There is a piousness about it. Its ownership ensures perpetuity. We search for this all our lives. Building buying settling renting a home, is the ultimate possessive act of the human. Not just of the human but of every living being - the cat, the dog, the tiger everyone .. has a distinct reference to the area or place they identify as theirs … their home ..
BUT … it needs must be said that the virtual home of us all is here … on this white space that opens in computerised excellence … that brings in the familia extendum each part of the day to present to respond to exercise feeling to share to give and to love us all in one big, strong family ..
In a recapture of an ugly incident, during which investigations were under process, the victim and the accused uttered in desperation ..
" Can’t we all just get along ?"
Simple nondescript words, spoken either in desperation or remorse, but with a certain definiteness about it in its natural simplicity, asking and perhaps questioning or pleading to the forces that believe in disruption, to make an attempt if nothing else to …’just get along’ …
Is it that difficult to hold another’s hand and pull it to a warm embrace .. or will it always be pulled, to battle the weaponry held in the other !
My love … and my hand in pulling embrace … !!
The Isles, GB Feb 21, 2014 Fri 9:56 pm
And so here endeth the lesson .. and endeth with completion of the purpose of our visit .. hopefully done to the satisfaction of what was intended ..
There are moments when you wonder why one must leave the environs of home .. and times when after having left, wonder, why it needs to be returned to .. the wonder remains without solution, except that, at either location there is now a feel of stability, of secure isolation .. or perhaps not ..
Comes a moment in all our lives when the time spent in securing materialistic possessions diminishes .. and an equal if not more, spent at locations or vocations that cater to general well being, like health and survival and upkeep … the automobile requiring greatly extensive visitations to the servicing stations, than for the stations en route to highways and travel .. strange but immensely needed and mandatory !!
We ignore at times, or most of the time, relevance to the little adventures in life. There are some though, that vision potential in them, develop and labor on them, their fineries and possibly their continuation in systematic progression, bringing it to the level of a berthing manufacture .. building a conglomerate .. which extends itself to the future of many futures ..
It is a wonder how many of the small developed into many of the biggest. One reads and hears of them, and derive pleasure and envy of them .. but attempts to emulate them often resulting in failure .. we reconcile, we lament, we push blame, we disconnect … but some pursue, and continue to do so with incessant barriers of disapproval, only to prove all wrong .. they laboured silently, without fanfare and announcement ..
They deserve respect … they deserve recognition .. they need honour ..
They do not need discrimination … they do not need obtuse ostracisation .. nor rebuttals of society .. nor seemingly sadistic sarcasm …
BECAUSE … the moment you shall subject them to such .. they shall in a very short interval of time disprove you. Credibility is the bane of existence of some professions .. they justify by singular deed .. that of ‘merely being a messenger’ … they must know and be aware that their profession now does not hold authority in exclusivity .. there are other mediums, perhaps and decidedly more powerful, and in rapid information, that can overtake them, give other opinion of them, correct them .. and damage with a dark stain their credibility !!
Glory be ..
The Isles, GB Feb 21, 2014 Fri 10:55 am
Harshavardhan G’s dear Mother passes away .. untimely and very sad by this news .. all our prayers and condolences to the family .. we are with you in this hour of grief !!
The Isles, GB Feb 20, 2014 Thu 10:54 am local
You needed pictures errm .. so pictures it shall be ..
Walking along those lonely streets, they certainly be he ..
The magnificent, the aged, the structures so galore,
Centuries gone by and yet, there’s so much to explore ..
We are so blessed by weather, and blessed by all to see ..
The present world of Bhoothnath, and his mentality ..
It isn’t what you think it is, it isn’t even me ..
Perhaps another image of some lost mentality ..
The wait is not too long to wait, its sooner than you think ..
Eleven April is the date, shall be there in a blink ..