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Sadism: The driving force of life

Sadism was coined by Marquis de Sade a 18th century French writer. Traditionally it is “the pleasure extracted out of inflicting pain and humiliation on another person”. It used to represent pleasure extracted out of certain sexual activities.  But nowadays it has transcended these words. It has expanded its branches to each and every aspect of human social  life. For some it is a way of the life, as they pounce on every opportunity and extract sadistic pleasure out of it.  Some people take it as humorous entity and experiment it on some hapless but deserving creatures. Then there are people like me who are made to embrace it. This compulsion is put on people like me when they leave home to study or work in a different city. The new setting imposes a new rulebook of life upon us. The rulebook has only one Dog’s rule in it: Be the prop of a Comedian or be the Comedian himself.  I chose the latter option or rather I sanitized my personality to become one. Then on life was good, making fun of other people became a part of everyday routine. Although I was at the receiving sometimes but I found a solution to that problem too. I started making fun of myself and ganged up with friends to make fun of others. The idea behind that was not to get singled out. Gradually it became a habit and I started poking fun at everybody involved in my life, which constituted: my mum, any relatives, any girls who were my friends or for that sake any random person I met.My Father was never a part of it, I never irritated him because he would have stopped giving pocket money to me.  So, this holy force is now driving my life. In my quest to attain divinity by this force, I experienced its many forms. Some of which I am going to illustrate.

  • The first form is when you do it on the face. Meaning you have the power to put the other person into misery and he can’t retort back. I was on the receiving end of such a force. It was during my train journey from Bombay to Jaipur. I woke up at 5 a.m in the morning to take leak. After relieving my self, I found me appreciating the Weather. Little droplets of rain were coming down steadily, Sun was about to rise so the sky had a tinge of Orange. I had an impulse to smoke. First let me clarify you that I am not a regular smoker, but the day before for some reason I had bought a Cigarette. I sat on the seat for T.T.E  near the door, it is a provision in very few sleeper compartment and I was lucky that I had a reservation in one of them. I was absorbing the the beauty of nature with each drag, then in the middle of my second drag I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see the towering figure of a T.T.E, he took the Cigarette from my stunned figure and pointed to a sign. The words on that sign were immediately tattooed on my forehead, Rs.100 fine for smoking. I had to cough up 50 rupees for the T.T.E. Deprived of the Cigarette I stared at the now, Melancholic sites. Suddenly I saw smoke drifting by my window, vengeance flared up inside me. If I can’t smoke I won’t let others smoke too, I thought as I covered the distance in four strides. I was petrified by what I saw there, the T.T.E was leaning casually on the door and smoking my Cigarette. He turned around in an offhand manner and stared at me like a King who has spotted an oddity in his chamber.
  • The second form is when a person is not an accomplice in the act , but he is the only one who knows about its consequences and enjoys them. I along with few friends was on the receiving end of such a sting. We went to dine in a Restaurant,  which was relatively unknown to us. A friend had recommended it, so we went there and ordered two Chicken dishes. The waiter took the order gleefully and brought it in 15 mins. The food didn’t look great, but hunger got the better of us and we  started wolfing it down. After eating one Chapati, the hunger subsided a bit and we came to realize the fact that both the gravys  were the same and tasted awful. One more chapati and we got up cursing the food and  the blasphemous hotel owner.  We paid the bill and were leaving the place when out of the corner of my eye I saw the Waiter who was cleaning our table, smile. I immediately turned around and addressed his departing back, “Oi, what is so amusing that you are smiling.” ” No, sir I am not.” He replied.” Then turn around and face us.” I bellowed. Slowly, he wheeled around to reveal a  weird smile on his face that said,” I am sorry” as well as “HOW ABOUT THAT .”
  • The third form is bit complicated. In it the person on the receiving end thinks the other is extracting sadistic pleasure out of him, but the other person doesn’t have that intention. I will explain it Metaphorically. I have a friend who is an evil powerful man, say like Ra’s aL ghul from Batman. He has an ultimate power called ‘Chadar’ which according to legend can destroy any living creature. He has a rival, who doesn’t know about the rivalry. Now, during our office days, my friend decided to seal the fate of his rival, with the use of ‘Chadar’. We feared that the demise of the rival was near. But the next day every thing changed and my friend had acute Diarrhea. We came to know that his rival was alright. Cursing his fate my friend was popping pill after pill. Then his phone rang, it was the rival who in a concerned voice asked about his well being. But for some weird reason, we had a picture of his with an evil smile imprinted in our mind.
  • The fourth type is when a person pleasures himself on the pains of others, while suffering himself too.  One of my friends is an apt example of it. He is a person who was the most irregular in attending College.  We used to call him ‘The Man’.Many motivational talks on regularity were conducted by College, a ’tile experiment’ was a part of it. Many people became emotional, decided to mend their ways. Although, the emotions lasted for a few days only but some where in their conscience they had guilt. This did not have an effect on any of us friends specially on ‘The Man’. He was always unperturbed by authority. He used to  play games on his handset while in an addressal. He was fined several times for absenteeism. Every time he paid the fine he used to say,”Bhai ab to regular rehna hi padega, its high time now. Ab kal se to hum pukka college aayenge.” But , next day his absence used to greet us. Recently the authority decided to put a leash on us ‘Vagabonds,’ by imposing heavy fines on absentees. It straightened me and my friends out. But ‘The Man’ remained impervious to it all. Furious management called an addressal. ‘The Man’ had some signs of anxiety on his face as we entered the hall. But, as soon as the authority figure entered, the anxiety vanished to be replaced by a smile on his face and glint in the eye.

July 29, 2010 Posted by | Opinion, Random Thoughts | 6 Comments

Gulaal-First Look

gulaal21gulaal11Kick-Ass posters.
I think red in the poster represents the history of rajputs as well the present time, along with the lost pride.
AK has a knack of using the most artistic posters for his films.
I hope the movie gives the true picture of politics in Rajasthan and the role of rajputs in it.

For a movie that has been in the can for past two and half years it looks spectacular.Eagerly looking forward to the trailer.

The movie is set in futuristic Rajasthan in which democracy has failed, and royals have made it RAJPUTANA.

January 17, 2009 Posted by | Movies | Leave a comment

Ghajini-Questioning Your Intelligence

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I am suffering from short term memory loss I’ve completely forgotten what happened in last three hours, I am still regarding Aamir khan as the most cinematically intelligent actor who believes in good cinema. His record speaks for him- Acted ,produced and directed TZP, acted in RDB, DCH,Mangal Pandey, Sarfarosh etc,and who can forget Lagaan. But all the posters of Ghajini, all the reviews and all the promos of Ghajini are constantly reminding me of the pain and agony I endured when I watched Ghajini.

Movie starts with Jiah Khan discussing Aamir’s short term memory loss disease with a Doctor, Woosh Woosh Aamir’s entry  he beats the hell out of the bad guy Woosh Woosh bad guy retaliates Woosh Woosh Aamir takes a tap out from the washbasin and shoves it in the bad guy’s stomach. At this moment I half expected Aamir to open the tap and let the bad guy’s blood on the floor, but it did not happen. Aamir walks off the crime scene unscathed, unperturbed, don’t ask me how. Dead Body is discovered and a MAVERICK police Inspector visits the crime scene who swears to find the killer in 48 hours. He searches for evidence and after a thorough search of crime scene he finds the ALL IMPORTANT EVIDENCE ,a local bus ticket. Meanwhile Aamir comes back to his lair Woosh Woosh and dozes off. His house is filled with graffiti all over the walls because it reminds him of his aim. Aamir wakes up Woosh Woosh goes to bathroom looking confused Woosh Woosh takes his shirt off Woosh Woosh sees tattoos remembers everything and screams Woosh Woosh.

NOTE:Woosh Woosh here is nothing but the sound effects we here when the camera comes into focus or operates in multiple frames.

The MAVERICK inspector traces the bus ticket back to Aamir and goes to catch him. Aamir gets readyWoosh Woosh and boards the bus. MAVERICK misses him but chases the bus, he runs faster than the bus and suddenly himself becomes the bus. Oops sorry too much imagination!! He catches the bus BUT Toinks! Aamir is not there. Aamir goes to his Doctor meets Jiah Khan comes back to his house and works on a plan to find and kill Ghajini. MAVERICK finds Aamir and comes to his flat creeps up from behind and hits Aamir on the head ties him and searches for evidence. He finds a diary which tells him that Aamir was once a very handsome business tycoon who folded sleeves of his half shirts and loved a struggling model. Aamir’s lovelife comes into focus how he fell in love with the do-gooder, messiah of the poor and the disabled ASIN. Love comes into picture by mistaken identities and what follows is THE GREAT LOVE STORY OF Aamir and Asin spiced with two songs. Which I think were described WORD TO WORD and STEP TO STEP in the diary. MAVERICK then finds the other diary, but Aamir is back to his senses, breaks his bonds and beats the hell out of MAVERICK. Aamir then finds Ghajini in Jiah Khan’s college function and tries to kill him but kills one of Ghajini’s men.

TRIVIA:The stage of Jiah khan’s college had the property of transforming itself into big Hi-tech dance floor whenever Jiah Khan performed on it.

Jiah Khan visits Aamir’s house rescues MAVERICK is chased by Aamir but escapes, goes to Ghajini tells him Aamir is after him. Meanwhile, MAVERICK is  dead in a road accident when chased by Aamir and Ghajini is killing all his enemies. Woosh Woosh Ghajini goes to kill Aamir Woosh Woosh Aamir goes to kill Ghajini. Phone rings in Ghajini’s house Aamir picks it up Jiah is on the phone and Aamir knows that Jiah has betrayed him. He goes to Jiah’s hostel instead climbs three stories of pipe and tries to kill Jiah through the window. Jiah gets him caught. In police station police calls all the numbers tattooed on Aamir’s body to identify him. They call Ghajini who comes to Police Station. Aamir is bailed by his manager. Ghajini decides that killing Aamir would not be ‘SAFE’, so he wipes all Aamir’s memory out by destroying his photographs and other notes and wiping out his Tattoos. Making Aamir ‘JUST LIKE A VEGETABLE’  in words of The GREAT GHAJINI.

Meanwhile Jiah Khan reads Aamir’s diaries and discovers that Asin had sacrificed her Ambassador for LOVE which solidifies Asin’s claim for Goddess of love and sacrifice. Jiah strives for more truth as diary was incomplete we come to know how Asin became Savior of the girls in a KIDNEY RACKET due to which Ghajini kills her and leaves Aamir with a scar. Yeah! Ghajini was involved in it don’t you already know that Ghajini is the quintessential villian. Jiah realises her mistakes goes to Aamir brings his memory back takes him to Ghajini’s lair on her MAGNIFICENT SCOOTY.

After that Aamir is Juggernaut Woosh Woosh bashing up goons , throwing men 20 feet away, making heads turn 360 degrees with one punch(literally) and in the process not getting hurt. Ghajini manages to hold him off a wee-bit by putting an iron bar in his stomach, but power of love propels Aamir into killing Ghajini. Aamir grows hair becomes sober opens an orphanage and lives on and on and on…….. and yes no police case for all the bashing.

TRIVIA: Local mobsters in Mumbai doon’t even carry a local pistol let alone an AK-47.

I think it was three months ago when Aamir announced that Ghajini is totally different from Memento (I have not seen tamil Ghajini), I was very relieved. But now I think that he should have copied Memento at least the movie would have been good.

So, don’t remember Dec 25 and don’t forgive Aamir Khan.

December 29, 2008 Posted by | Movie Reviews, Movies | 1 Comment

Emotoinal Atyachar-The Extended Look

The extended look of this great Dev.D song, its melodious the lyrics are profound and ‘PATNA KE PRESLEYS’ just rock.

December 23, 2008 Posted by | Movies | Leave a comment

Dilli 6:Official Teaser

Great Teaser gives just the right glimpses of the film, the camerawork is great and the Nostalgic music makes it even more interesting. Eagerly waiting for the trailer and music.

December 17, 2008 Posted by | Movies | Leave a comment

Dev.D – The Release Poster

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It is one of the best posters.
It shows how protagonist’s body is turning into wasp through the attractive lips and the shades are making him blind but are reflecting his personality to others. At least that’s what I perceive from it.

November 14, 2008 Posted by | Movies | Leave a comment

Dev.D:Theatrical Trailer-Tera Emotional Atyachar

The maverick is back with his new offering and this time he digs deep into Indian literature and comes up with the most popular novel of Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay. This is Anurag Kashyap’s take on the novel which was considered by Sarat Chandra as his worst work but became legend with the tide of time. The movie promises to be different from the previous 15 movie versions of the novel. In it Abhay Deol plays the title role of Cocaine sniffing, foul mouthed, self destructive modern Dev. The trailer takes the imagination of viewer deep into the foray of European cinema as the ‘BAND’ music provides the Indian effect.

November 5, 2008 Posted by | Movies | 1 Comment

Fashion-Faltering Ramp Walk

Hard-Hitting reality, lots of research, quirky one liners, tongue-in-cheek humour, well defined characters, actors surpassing their abilities and…….National Awards. This is a description of a usual Madhur Bhandarkar movie.  But Fashion one of his most eagerly awaited movies ever sadly falls short in many of these provinces. At least its very sad for me a loyal fan of Bhandarkar cinema. I always knew Bhandarkar was not a great storyteller, but he puts his research to good effect in the movies and transforms a very ordinary story on a strong subject into one of the best movies of Indian Cinema. This time too he took an ordinary story with a strong subject but transformation was not great, it looks as though much was lost in translation.

Movie begins with an impressive credit sequence, as the audience is sucked into the dark world of fashion by Madhur Bhandarkar. But from first scene itself the movie takes a plunge as a very weak confrontation between a strict father and free daughter takes place in the backdrop of Chandigarh. The daughter portayed by the elegant and sexy Priyanka Chopra locates to the ‘City Of Dreams’ Mumbai pursuing her dreams. Mumbai is shown from the viewpoint of an aspiring model, the artificially lighted dark alleys, the gay designers , the plastic models and the Moghuls of industry are introduced. As our protagonist moves from audition to audition guided by the awfully harsh voice of Chitrashi Rawat(Komal Chautala of Chak de). You feel sleepy as Madhur Bhandarkar’s usual characters appear and makes the movie crawl. All thees characters are very self indulgent and come from previous Bhandarkar efforts. Priyanka Chopra holds her own as her charcter progresses from a small town girl to a glamorized Mumbai girl. Kangna Ranaut’s character a supermodel goes deep into the labyrinth of Fashion as she shows the ugly province of a Famed State. Mugdha Godse shows great wit and puts life into the film as the not so successful model. Film proceeds with the protagonist doing LIngerie ads due to scarcity of money, you don’t feel sorry for her. She leaves her Uncle’s house to settle with her Boyfriend, oh! did I forgot to introduce his character? He’s the lone ranger of morals in the World pof Fashion, who is not ready to ‘adjust’ with the designers. The Fashion Moghul then gets Priyanka a big show, a spat with designer gets her thrown out of the show. From this point onwards the movie brightens as the Moghul takes it on his ego and makes Priyanka the supermodel replacing Kangana Ranaut. Priyanka’s character reaches another level as the self praising, self indulgent model. She leaves her Boyfriend and takes the dark road to success.

Second half begins with Priyanka Chopra showing the traits of the supermodel with glittering shows and dazzling costumes.  Kangana’s character descends into madness as Coke and other drugs gets better of her. The famous gay designer played by Sameer Soni is shown in a new light as he marries Mugdha Godse to please his Mum and the society. She agrees to keep her life safe, world of compromises expands. Priyanka pleases the Moghul played by Arbaaz Khan. Then comes the bomb as Kangna Ranaut falls victim to wardrobe malfunction and Priyanka Chopra dubs is as publicity stunt showing her supermodel ways. Priyanka gets pregnant with Arbaaz’s child and goes into depression after abortion, as her contract makes sure that she cannot have a child. The dark side of fame is portrayed to perfection as Priyanka is booked for drunken driving splashing her on every new channel and newspaper.  She enters a rift with Arbaaz and she is replaced by someone else. The depression era continues and a brown sugar night with a Black makes her trace back her steps to Chandigarh. She fights her depression and comes back to Mumbai. In Mumbai she is helped by some old friends including Sameer Soni and Mugdha Godse. Trauma of past gets better of her as she freezes on the ramp. Then she finds out about Kangana’s condition and brings her home. She looks after her and reagins her confidence. Last sequence of the film mesmerizes the audience as a disraught Priyanka hears the news of death of Kangana on phone, just before her turn on the ramp and as friends urge her on the audience wait for the Finale, she looks distraught but finally descends into hell as artificial reality is imposedon the scree.

Acting wise Priyanka Chopra gets all the accolades as the model, she plays the multilyerd character to perfection, another revelation in the movie is Harsh Chhaya who plays the character with ease and a certain panache. Kangana Ranaut is passable, she really needs to modulate her voice. Rest of the cast Mugdha Godse, Samir Soni, Arbaaz Khan played their character well. The flaw of the movie lay in the storyline as it was not engagging enough for the audience. The subject was not close to audience as we all know very less abut the subject. The direction is good but the subject and storyline and subject prevents it from being a great film. All in all Fashion is informative and well acted but it fails to strike a chord in the hearts of people. It is a movie for Bhandarkar loyals and fashion related people not for everyone else.

November 2, 2008 Posted by | Movie Reviews | Leave a comment

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Artist-Bob Dylan

Album-The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan(1962)

Composed,Sung And Written By-Bob Dylan

As any music lover will tell you if there was only one word to describe Dylan’s songs it would be poetic, he had the ability to describe even the most lagging and hallucinating narratives in a simple offhand manner. But this song is not merely poetic, it is melodic,prophetic and above all timeless. Its lyric structure is based on the question and answer form of the traditional ballad ‘Lord Randall’, Child ballad no.12. A father asking his son questions about what he saw on his journey, who did he meet,where did he go to etc and in the answers the son describes the whole world in an innocent but hard hitting manner. Dylan was popularly known as a prophet in the 60’s and songs like this shows why ,in this song he describes things which were true then,which are true now and which will remain true in coming time. He talks about racism,natural calamities,people living in fear,oppressed people, he defines a true leader and he predicts, he predicts like a man standing on mountain shouting for the deaf world, warning about a self induced Apocalypse.

July 15, 2008 Posted by | Music Review, Tuesday's Blues | 2 Comments

Ye Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

“Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai”

Yeh Mehlon,Yeh Takhton,Yeh Taajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Insaan Key Dushman Samaajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Doulat Key Bhookhey Riwajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Har Ek Jism Ghayal, Har Ek Rooh Pyaasi,
Nigahon Mein Uljhan, Dilon Mein Udaasi,
Yeh Duniya Hai Ya Aalam-e-Badhawasi,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yahaan Eik Khilona Hai Insaan Ki Hasti,
Yeh Basti Hai Murda Paraston Ki Basti,
Yahaan To Jeevan Sey Hai Maut Sasti,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jawaani Bhatakti Hai Badkaar Ban Kar,
Jawaan Jism Sajtey Hein Bazaar Ban Kar,
Yahaan Pyaar Hota Hai Byopaar Ban Kar,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yeh Duniya Jahaan Aadmi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Wafa Kuch Nahi, Dosti Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yahaan Pyaar Ki Qadr Hi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jala Do Isey, Phoonk Dalo Yeh Duniya.
Mere Saamne Se Hata Lo Yeh Duniya,
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo Yeh Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai?

Movie-Pyaasa(1957)

Music-Sachin Dev Burman

Lyrics-Saahir Ludhiyanavi

Singer-Mohhamad Rafi

Guru Dutt always saw songs as an ongoing sequence which can be best described by the poetry. Usually Saahir Ludhiyanvi provided that poetry. Saahir always saved his best for Guru Dutt’s movies . In the movie the song was visualised as the ultimate achivement of the all time loser, the ragged Poet,the drunkard shunned by society,left by girlfriend,despised by his clan suddenly gets everything he ever strived for. This was the moment when he looks down at all the people he had ever known and sees only one face which didn’t have Greed and really loved him, ‘the Prostitute’ and then he curses the Society in his own poetic manner as S.D Burman’s tunes pierce your heart and you experience the same pain as ‘Vijay’ and you spill you heart out in the immortal voice Of Mohammad Rafi and leave all the artificial things which consumed you.

July 8, 2008 Posted by | Music Review, Tuesday's Blues | 5 Comments

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