Tuesday, May 10, 2005

about a movie called Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi

...yesterday, I watched Sudhir Mishra's new film, Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi, and the overwhelming experience coaxed me into writing this blog giving me an excuse to extol about the movie..
To begin with disclaimers, it's not a song 'n dance story, neither a triumph of good over evil; the protagonists are neither heroes nor villains, mere mortals. While it can be deemed political, yet it doesn't make noise, doesn't malign, seldom judges, and raises more questions than provides answers.
If it hasn't confounded you yet, lets carry on..

The title is lifted from a Ghalib's couplet about the limtlessness of desires:
'hazaaroN KHwahishaiN 'eisee ke har KHwahish pe dam nikle
bohot nikle mere armaaN lekin phir bhee kam nikle'


Hmmm, so whats it about anyway, the uninitiated may ask?
The central characters are a bunch of youth(two guys 'n a girl) from a prestigious college, on the road to realize their ambition/calling while trying to discover their own selves, all of which is in a state of flux, perhaps a reflection of the era (turbulent 70s, emergency, socialism, disenchantment...). They take separate paths, but their paths do meet often. The girl is the link. They are all single-minded in their pursuit of what they deem as their desire or calling. Yet they are vulnerable, have a softer side and are more victims than perpetrators.
The period is just before the beginnning of the caste wars in Bihar. The opression, belief in fatality, police brutality are well portrayed. The climax is ironic and evocative.
Its an intelligent movie, thought provoking 'n intense. Such powerful stories are narrated only once in a while, not to speak of the ensemble that breathes life into it. The jokes are often intertwined with ironies. It disturbed me just as much as it overwhelmed me..

Friday, May 06, 2005

the night's lullaby

Have you ever tried to listen to the song of the dark night?
Does it whisper something in your ears, bewitch you with its lullaby?
Does it unchain your deepest hidden feelings?
Does it fuel your desires- of longingness, of escaping away somewhere, anywhere?
Does it soothe you with its solitude?
In the night, when all the worldly attachments leave you on your own, do you try to gather your broken bits, dust them and glue them together, in order to brave again the whiplash of the world when the dawn breaks and the mortal combat begins??
Does the night empower you, grant you freedom to dream aloud, sans interference, sans the apprehension of getting caught by voyeristic eyes 'n getting embarrased?
Does its vastness humble you, makes you lose your ego, your mask, the colours that you've deliberately painted upon yourself 'coz it reflects nothing, merely absorbs!
When calmness settles, and the solitude 'n stillness engulf your surroundings, do you look for your bruised self buried in the mortal remains of the day, nurture it with solace?
In the night, does your belligerant poetic soul rebel to break free from the shackles of mundane being, struggling to contribute a verse or leave its signature in the vast cauldron of cosmic chaos?