Tuesday, May 27, 2008
SOHA,the braveheart
i was rendered speechless! there i was in a deparmental store and staring right at me was someone who resembled soha ali khan in the bare minimum! on close scrutinity i realized it was her! "way to go babe!"- i heard myself saying.
i know it needs great courage to do what she did. and it was most unexpected!" thanks for the surprise and bravo!' she deserves all credit for an act of this magnitude. and it gives me hope. ITS HER FIRST STEP TO REALIZING HER TRUE POTENTIAL. seeing her on the cover of "MAXIM", i felt thrilled like [hmm.......] like a parent when their child takes that first step.
i have yet to go through the photos in the magazine. its now my turn to gather some courage.
i know it needs great courage to do what she did. and it was most unexpected!" thanks for the surprise and bravo!' she deserves all credit for an act of this magnitude. and it gives me hope. ITS HER FIRST STEP TO REALIZING HER TRUE POTENTIAL. seeing her on the cover of "MAXIM", i felt thrilled like [hmm.......] like a parent when their child takes that first step.
i have yet to go through the photos in the magazine. its now my turn to gather some courage.
Friday, May 9, 2008
You really don't need a gun!!!
I sent her a message today. " Trust me, your smile is disarmingly more effective! You really don't need a gun." I sent her a smiley too.
I really hope she has a great life. And I hope that my love lives forever too! "May the pain of seperation bind me to you forever."Maybe, this pain is stronger that the bliss of togetherness!
And my friends can call me "the eternal fool!" It is better to be in love and be called a fool than to be smart and be indifferent. Isn't it?
The Moon
Yes, the little princess stole my heart
But what she left behind is her fragrance in my soul.
I am the moon of her apathy!
What I could be with her love,
Imagine!!!
In her Divine silence
Bloom a million flowers
And a drop of my tear
Has the depth of a thousand oceans!
Every dying breath gives birth
To an undying love
And I exclaim in ecstasy-
“There is no her but her! There is no her but her!”
But what she left behind is her fragrance in my soul.
I am the moon of her apathy!
What I could be with her love,
Imagine!!!
In her Divine silence
Bloom a million flowers
And a drop of my tear
Has the depth of a thousand oceans!
Every dying breath gives birth
To an undying love
And I exclaim in ecstasy-
“There is no her but her! There is no her but her!”
The Birth of a Song
"Phir na kijye mere gustaaq nigaahi ka gila, dekhiye aap ne phir pyar se dekha mujhko!”
Roughly translated it means-“ Do not complain against my roving eye, its you who is looking at me with love now!”
These lines were written by Sahir Ludhianvi, the greatest lyricist the hindi film industry has heard. This lyric was beautifully composed by Khayyam, a very sensitive composer, for the film “ Phir Subah Hogi”[ which in turn was an adaptation of Dostoevsky’s novel “ Crime and Punishment”]. Khayyam, years later gave us that monumental song, once again written by Sahir,-“ Kabhi kabhie mere dil mein khayal aata hai….”
Sahir published his first collection of poems when he was still in college. The book was called “ Talkhiyaan”, which means “ bitterness of life”. It was a huge success and Sahir was a superstar of his day. We are talking of a time when poets were heroes and not looked upon as “losers” as we do today!
In fact, he was so idolized that college girls would fight amongst themselves to have a drag[puff] of the cigarette butt that he would leave behind!!!! Am sure it must have been quite orgasmic!!
Now the story goes that a very beautiful daughter of a rich zamindar joined the college. And Sahir being the man he is, stared at her, much to her discomfort. This was the 1940’s when even a stare could lead you to a reprimand. The girl did exactly that.
The principal of the college[ an admirer of Sahir] called him and left him off with a light warning.
It was only later on that the girl came to know that the man she had complained against was none other than Sahir. The famous poet. And she felt miserable about the fact that she had complained against him when she herself was a fan of his.
And now she started stealing a glance whenever he would pass by. But Sahir wouldn’t even look in her direction. So she sent a note through a friend, asking for forgiveness. Sahir read her note and then turned the page over and is then supposed to have written to her the now famous lines that I mentioned earlier!
It was not the first time that Sahir was using lines that he wrote before his entry into films. “ Chalo ek baar phir se ajnabi ban jaaye hum dono..”[ Come on, let’s be stranger once again..] was one of the poems from his “ Talkhiyaan”. So was the classic-“ Kabhi kabhi…”!
Both the poems talk about an affair of the heart he had with a married woman. In fact, Sahir, who lived and died a bachelor was forever in love. Amrita Pritam, Sudha Malhotra[a singer], Lata Mangeshkar[ this fact I came to know lately through a friend of the late music composer, Jaidev] and the list goes on.
There is an anecdote about Amrita Pritam’s son coming home,one day, back from school, crying. When Amrita Pritam enquired what had happened, her son told her that everyone in school teased him saying he was Sahir’s son. Amrita Pritam is said to have given an amusing reply to the query!
“ Kash ke aaisa hota!”. Which means-“ If only it was so!!!”
Sahir later on teamed up with Guru Dutt and Sachin Dev Burman to give some classic songs that’s still remembered. His other great associations were with B R Chopra and Navketan films, owned by Dev Anand.
“ Kal aur aayenge nagmon ki khilti kaliyaan chhunne wale
Mujhse behtar kehne wale tum se behtar sunne wale
Kal koi mujh ko yaad karen, Kyon koi mujh ko yaad karen?
Mashroof zamana mere liye kyon waqt apna barbaad karen!”
Roughly translated it means-“ Do not complain against my roving eye, its you who is looking at me with love now!”
These lines were written by Sahir Ludhianvi, the greatest lyricist the hindi film industry has heard. This lyric was beautifully composed by Khayyam, a very sensitive composer, for the film “ Phir Subah Hogi”[ which in turn was an adaptation of Dostoevsky’s novel “ Crime and Punishment”]. Khayyam, years later gave us that monumental song, once again written by Sahir,-“ Kabhi kabhie mere dil mein khayal aata hai….”
Sahir published his first collection of poems when he was still in college. The book was called “ Talkhiyaan”, which means “ bitterness of life”. It was a huge success and Sahir was a superstar of his day. We are talking of a time when poets were heroes and not looked upon as “losers” as we do today!
In fact, he was so idolized that college girls would fight amongst themselves to have a drag[puff] of the cigarette butt that he would leave behind!!!! Am sure it must have been quite orgasmic!!
Now the story goes that a very beautiful daughter of a rich zamindar joined the college. And Sahir being the man he is, stared at her, much to her discomfort. This was the 1940’s when even a stare could lead you to a reprimand. The girl did exactly that.
The principal of the college[ an admirer of Sahir] called him and left him off with a light warning.
It was only later on that the girl came to know that the man she had complained against was none other than Sahir. The famous poet. And she felt miserable about the fact that she had complained against him when she herself was a fan of his.
And now she started stealing a glance whenever he would pass by. But Sahir wouldn’t even look in her direction. So she sent a note through a friend, asking for forgiveness. Sahir read her note and then turned the page over and is then supposed to have written to her the now famous lines that I mentioned earlier!
It was not the first time that Sahir was using lines that he wrote before his entry into films. “ Chalo ek baar phir se ajnabi ban jaaye hum dono..”[ Come on, let’s be stranger once again..] was one of the poems from his “ Talkhiyaan”. So was the classic-“ Kabhi kabhi…”!
Both the poems talk about an affair of the heart he had with a married woman. In fact, Sahir, who lived and died a bachelor was forever in love. Amrita Pritam, Sudha Malhotra[a singer], Lata Mangeshkar[ this fact I came to know lately through a friend of the late music composer, Jaidev] and the list goes on.
There is an anecdote about Amrita Pritam’s son coming home,one day, back from school, crying. When Amrita Pritam enquired what had happened, her son told her that everyone in school teased him saying he was Sahir’s son. Amrita Pritam is said to have given an amusing reply to the query!
“ Kash ke aaisa hota!”. Which means-“ If only it was so!!!”
Sahir later on teamed up with Guru Dutt and Sachin Dev Burman to give some classic songs that’s still remembered. His other great associations were with B R Chopra and Navketan films, owned by Dev Anand.
“ Kal aur aayenge nagmon ki khilti kaliyaan chhunne wale
Mujhse behtar kehne wale tum se behtar sunne wale
Kal koi mujh ko yaad karen, Kyon koi mujh ko yaad karen?
Mashroof zamana mere liye kyon waqt apna barbaad karen!”
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
A soap called PEARS
I still bathe with a bar of Pears soap. In between I did try out different soaps but finally have come to the conclusion that there is no soap better than Pears! It may not be the best soap in the world but for me it brings back fragrant memories of a lost childhood. Those innocent happy days in my birthplace, Alathur. Reared by many hands, from grandfather to grandmother to grand uncles and grand aunts to aunts and uncles to …
Well, I believe you do get the picture? My childhood was a game called “ Pass the parcel”. It just happened that I WAS the PARCEL!!!
Am not complaining, mind you. In fact, contrary to popular belief, I had a very happy and interesting childhood. I will only talk of the happy stuff right now. [The interesting stuff will come later. There is an ocean full of it!!!]
I still remember my grandpa bringing chocolates and other delicious stuff from Palghat. He even got a pair of kittens once when he returned from Ooty! I can still remember the way he used to eat. He was so precise in his movements. And he had great taste buds.
I have no idea if my grandma was a good cook. Mema [grand aunt] supervised the kitchen. She is the most innocent, naïve woman I have ever seen in my life. She did have her good failings though. In every generation of children growing up in “ Leela Mandir”, she had one “Chosen one”, who would be her favorite. And she would be blatantly open of her feelings for that person.
And in Kesava mama’s reign there, I lived like a prince. Elephant rides to a film every Sunday to “soda sherbet” in the evenings to him dancing to all my wishes and fancies!! [You may get the idea that they were spoiling me rotten! Well, there was a reason why so much of kindness was being showered on me but then that’s another story altogether.]
The clearest memory I have of using Pears is during this time. When I was seven years or so. There is a faint memory from a period prior to this too but….am not sure. I used to look through that dark brown bar and feel at peace. [In fact, lately the company that owns this brand came out with an advertisement in which a little girl does the same thing!]
Years later, in Pune, I remember Shabnam buying me a Pears soap. She paid for it saying that as she was the sponsor of my stay in Pune, she’ll pay for it. [My dirty mind wanted to ask her whether she would pay for my condoms too!!!]
She is the only womanly memory I associate with Pears. That is if I put aside the number of female hands that has bathed me as a child.
The other soaps may wash the dirt off my body but Pears somehow washes away my guilt. My guilt of being an adult in a degenerating world. Strange but true. I feel like a child again.
Well, I believe you do get the picture? My childhood was a game called “ Pass the parcel”. It just happened that I WAS the PARCEL!!!
Am not complaining, mind you. In fact, contrary to popular belief, I had a very happy and interesting childhood. I will only talk of the happy stuff right now. [The interesting stuff will come later. There is an ocean full of it!!!]
I still remember my grandpa bringing chocolates and other delicious stuff from Palghat. He even got a pair of kittens once when he returned from Ooty! I can still remember the way he used to eat. He was so precise in his movements. And he had great taste buds.
I have no idea if my grandma was a good cook. Mema [grand aunt] supervised the kitchen. She is the most innocent, naïve woman I have ever seen in my life. She did have her good failings though. In every generation of children growing up in “ Leela Mandir”, she had one “Chosen one”, who would be her favorite. And she would be blatantly open of her feelings for that person.
And in Kesava mama’s reign there, I lived like a prince. Elephant rides to a film every Sunday to “soda sherbet” in the evenings to him dancing to all my wishes and fancies!! [You may get the idea that they were spoiling me rotten! Well, there was a reason why so much of kindness was being showered on me but then that’s another story altogether.]
The clearest memory I have of using Pears is during this time. When I was seven years or so. There is a faint memory from a period prior to this too but….am not sure. I used to look through that dark brown bar and feel at peace. [In fact, lately the company that owns this brand came out with an advertisement in which a little girl does the same thing!]
Years later, in Pune, I remember Shabnam buying me a Pears soap. She paid for it saying that as she was the sponsor of my stay in Pune, she’ll pay for it. [My dirty mind wanted to ask her whether she would pay for my condoms too!!!]
She is the only womanly memory I associate with Pears. That is if I put aside the number of female hands that has bathed me as a child.
The other soaps may wash the dirt off my body but Pears somehow washes away my guilt. My guilt of being an adult in a degenerating world. Strange but true. I feel like a child again.
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