tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041391448868097302023-11-16T12:50:17.637+05:30The Pen-SieveAbove all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write?
- Rainer Maria RilkeKrupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-18524647830288872482013-10-07T18:55:00.002+05:302013-10-07T18:55:57.049+05:30J K Rowling's Harvard Speech<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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'Rock Bottom was the foundation on which I built my life.' unforgettable words by Rowling :) </div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-4060689811013697232013-10-07T18:52:00.000+05:302013-10-07T18:56:54.835+05:30Neil Gaiman's Speech<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I stumbled upon this little gem of a speech one of those afternoons in office when I was supposed to be 'working'. It was the most amazing thing ever and coming from a fantasy author like Neil- incredibly motivating.</div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-51419459227158671842013-10-07T18:32:00.000+05:302013-10-07T18:36:07.998+05:30Project READ: Take Two<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Back on the burner with a fresh lease of life. Almost finished reading Jeet Thayil's Narcopolis. This is my first book about an opium junkie and I have no idea what to make of this novel. Anyway, a review is due so that's coming up soon. I need to swallow to recall that this book won the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2013 and I wonder what the other books on the shortlist were like.When Thayil said in an interview that this novel was the opposite of catharsis, he certainly meant it. He said: "Catharsis gets stuff out of you. But this put bad feelings into me." It sure put bad feelings into me too. </span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-84750012969511599412013-09-03T13:10:00.000+05:302013-10-08T13:19:56.152+05:30Satyagraha: A Letdown<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Director:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> Prakash Jha</span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Cast:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> Amitabh Bachchan, Ajay Devgn, Kareena Kapoor
Khan, Manoj Bajpayee, Arjun Rampal, Amrita Rao<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Prakash
Jha’s much anticipated Satyagraha with its multi-starrer cast slumps in
critical circles creating only a minor cinematic splash. While the performances
of Amitabh Bachchan and Ajay Devgn are commendable, a half baked script and
unexploited potential present a string of vapid scenes and at best trophy
supporting actors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Dwarka
Anand (Bachchan), a school teacher begins a Satyagraha movement when he lands
in jail for slapping the collector. Manav (Devgn), an opportunistic businessman,
has a change of heart when his friend and Anand’s son Akhilesh dies in a brutal
accident. Along with Arjun (Rampal), a student leader, Akhilesh’s wife Sumitra (Rao)
and Yasmin (Kapoor Khan), a journalist, he becomes the brain of the movement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In a movie
in which events tumble one after another like rolling pins, moments of
stillness add an element of grace to the pace of the hurtling narrative. After
his son is brutally killed, Dwarka Anand finds Sumitra, his daughter-in law,
sobbing in the dead of the night and consoles her in silence. Another
surprising non Prakash Jha-esque scene sees an emotional Anand reluctant to let
Manav go after he has already lost a son. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The muddled
depiction of private and public space has openly carried out dialogues cut in
medias res and continued in private over a cup of tea. The mob appears and
disappears like a poor magic trick just to provide numbers. Balram (Bajpayee) the corrupt minister becomes
the single point of evil and a uni-dimensional character. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One can
equally disparage the portrayal of the media when Yasmin interviews villagers
with her shades on and repeatedly instructs the cameraman on how to do his job.
To add insult to injury, she announces her decision to give up the President’s
entourage to cover the movement as if there are no bosses and deadlines in the
world of journalism.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In the end,
it becomes a game of spotting every headline-making piece of news and
identifying characters with real life figures such as Anna Hazare and Arvind
Kejriwal. Yet, that recognition does not add anything to film which is neither
a poignant reflection of reality nor a bold narrative taking off from it. It is
at best a recapitulation of all that has occurred in the public space so far. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-9952895804649992602013-08-27T13:08:00.000+05:302013-10-08T13:18:31.601+05:30Planes: Delightful for kids<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Director:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">
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Disney’s
new 3D animation Planes has everything to entertain the kids right from colourful
planes, to swanky races and aerial action over swirling oceans and impressive
landscapes. Although the plot is predictable and involves the triumph of the
protagonist against all odds, the animation is replete with the message that a
fair and just competition can also be friendly competition and need not involve
jealousy and sabotage.<br />
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Planes seems to fall short of Disney’s previous venture Cars and has been
hailed as a rip off by many, it does not fail to entertain. Comedian Dane Cook
infuses life into the lead character of Dusty, a crop duster plane that dreams
of being in the big league and racing across the globe in spite of his fear of
heights. With help from a WW2 veteran plane Skipper and friends Chug (Brad
Garrett) and mechanic Dottie (Teri Hatcher), Dusty participates in the international
flying race Wings around the Globe to compete against planes from all over the
world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">While the
more powerful planes fly high, Dusty flies low over the ocean and takes the
railway route instead of taking on the Himalayas because of his fear of
heights. With breathtaking visuals and Dusty’s unrelenting spirit, this film is
sure to win the hearts of the young audiences although it does not entirely
capitalize on 3D.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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addition of international planes brings a motley group of characters to the
film from the British Bulldog (John Cleese) to the smitten Mexican El
Chupacabra (Carlos Alazraqui) and our very own Priyanka Chopra as the Indian
Ishani among others. While Priyanka’s accent is not stereotypically Indian, the
film strategically uses a repetitive sitar strain to mark her entry and also
regales the Indian audience with an aerial scene over the Taj Mahal with
Rehman’s <i>Tere Bina</i> from Guru in the
background. Incidentally, Priyanka has also lent her voice for the song ‘Fly
High’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dusty is not just the farm boy or the underdog who triumphs against all odds
and cunning, but also the plane that achieves more than what ‘he is built for’.
While the film encourages its viewers to not be deterred by skepticism in
following their dreams, it also emphasizes the importance of empathy over a
selfish victory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-31795068177157724092013-08-08T13:03:00.000+05:302013-10-08T13:22:27.099+05:30Chennai Express<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-IN">Touted to be an
action comedy, Rohit Shetty of Golmaal fame brings to screen the much
speculated about Chennai express. While the trailer doing the rounds of social
networking sites received a lukewarm response especially when it came to the
representation of Tamil culture and Deepika’s accent, the film as such has
fared much better with the first half outshining the second. </span></div>
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opening record of Rs. 33 crore, Shahrukh has shown that his fan base is still
intact and silenced skeptics who perceived him as the aging romantic hero.
While Shahrukh Khan believes in having his female co-star’s name before his in
the credits, Deepika seems to have taken that lead rather seriously by giving a
delightful performance that brazenly eclipses the King Khan on several
occasions.</span><br />
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cheek reference to many of his earlier films, SRK’s character is again called
Rahul while Deepika plays Meenamma a South Indian belle and daughter of a
village don in Tamil Nadu. Rahul, a 40 year old Punjabi bachelor is entrusted
with the duty of immersing his late grandfather’s ashes at Rameswaram although
he is more interested in a vacation at Goa with his friends. En route the
Chennai Express, he meets Meena who is on the run from her cousins who want her
to get married to another don. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN">While the plot
is a no brainer, the film’s success rests entirely on the comedy arising from
the North South clash factor. Rahul constantly tries to outsmart the South
Indian mob and sometimes even does an over-the-top act to regale his audience.
The vehicle chase sequences, cars and people flying in the air and muscled
goons are inspired largely from South Indian celluloid violence. Although your
patience wears thin in the second half, other cinematic elements bolster the
film. Music by Vishal-Shekhar boasts of a couple of good tracks like ‘Titli’
and ‘1 2 3 4 Get On The Dance Floor’ while cinematographer Dudley’s picturesque
scenes of the South Indian landscape are a visual feast.</span></div>
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the clichés and the predictability factor, this film is the perfect Bollywood
potboiler and a masala flick with all the right doses of comedy, romance and
action.</span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-38609275405231680632013-07-07T15:48:00.000+05:302013-07-07T16:05:12.046+05:30Lootera: A Bollywood Miracle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just saw Vikramaditya Motwane's Lootera this morning. This was one Sunday morning well spent :)<br />
Partly based on O Henry's short story 'The Last Leaf', Vikram Motwane's Lootera is a poignant story about love, fate and sacrifice. While O Henry's story dwells on the idea of death and the affirmation of life, creating characters and a story foregrounded in Bengal at the end of the colonial era and feudalism was a narrative decision that displayed pure genius on the part of the film's writers. Scripted by Bhavani Iyer and Motwane, Lootera recreates the mixture of aristocratic decay, nostalgia followed by the emergence of a new class and the proliferation of the popular that marked the years around the Independence. What the film excels at is not just the portrayal of a beautiful love story but also the invocation of an entire historical age in a few celluloid frames that do not take away from the theme.<br />
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Barun Chanda, a wealthy zamindar fails to see, even on the repeated counsels of his Majumdar, how the Government's Zamindar Act will strip him of his lands. He is further taken advantage of by Varun,(Singh) who poses as an archaeologist and robs him and leaves his daughter Pakhi (Sonakshi) in the lurch on the wedding day. In the second half, the film portrays Pakhi living out her days after the death of her father until fate brings Varun back to her. The ensuing story unfolds as the two lovers face each other and the law catches up with Varun.<br />
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The first half of the film is as much about class differences as it about two robbers clandestinely robbing a wealthy Zamindar. The film itself opens to the pomp and gusto of Durga Puja followed by a drama during which the Majumdar advises the Zamindar to establish a trust with his money. The debate between the naive Zamindar and the practical Majumdar is taken up later in the film between Pakhi and the Majumdar's daughter. But Pakhi also seems to live in the same oblivious haze as her father as she does not try to find out more. Her driving escapade sees her bullying the driver into taking the blame for the accident.<br />
Even the 'archeologists' Dev and Varun make fun of the Zamindar with his English interjections like 'Of course.' At the same time, Dev and Varun have to deceive the Zamindar's labourers and find themselves trying to explain why they want to dig. 'We are digging because there is earth!' tells Dev comically to the villagers squatting in front of him. While the Zamindar clings on to the remnants of colonialism through his English and his Western music, the very next scene has a Bollywood song playing on the radio. The juxtaposition of two Indias and two classes becomes strikingly clear with Dev's obsession with Dev Anand and the latest Bollywood films that represent the emergence of the popular and the middle class.<br />
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The Zamindar, a 'Romantic' product of the Bengali Renaissance, tells his daughter the story of the Bheel Raja who kept his life 'locked' in a pigeon. Although the Zamindar is afraid of his daughter's wheezing attacks and says that his life is 'locked' in her, it is eventually being robbed and betrayed by an imposter that kills him. Motwane skillfully weaves in this O Henry idea of investing life in an external object and negates it. Varun, who reciprocates Pakhi's feelings but cannot leave his old way of life because of his debt to his uncle, is forced to deceive Pakhi. 'You have always lived opulently in these four walls. You cannot know what it is like to have a debt' he explains his actions to her. In the end, we suspect the love story is as much about circumstances as about ways of life and class differences. The villain in this story is not the unrelenting orthodox family that opposes the lovers but the law. The lovers are doomed to stay apart from the very start not because they come from different circumstances or classes but because the law can never overlook Varun's deeds. In that sense, the theme resonates with Les Miserables. The only thing that redeems Varun is his supreme sacrifice for Pakhi, making amends for her condition and giving her a reason to continue to live. This is certainly a most brilliant adaption in parts of O Henry's story.</div>
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Sonakshi has matured from Dabbang's trophy wife into an actress skillfully capable of portraying feminine frivolousness as well as intense anguish and pain. Her futile attempts at writing in to the Dalhousie scenes speak for her ability to portray depth of emotion and it is a pity directors make more use of her 'traditional' face instead of these skills. Ranveer Singh's performance is commendable and is brilliantly supported by the inimitable Vikrant Massey who is already a small screen legend. From elements of Bhansali's celluloid master strokes, to Anurag Kashyap's insightful characterization and Dibakar Bannerjee's new-humanist style, this film has bits and pieces of all that comprises Bollywood today and yet stands in a league of its own which promises to be unmistakably Vikram Motwane. </div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-25532281454494117862013-07-06T22:58:00.002+05:302013-07-06T23:05:37.161+05:30Project READ<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Surfacing after an eon and hoping that the incubation period has enhanced my creativity. Suddenly I find myself overwhelmed by the need to make my reading orderly. I have been struggling for some time now to create a proper reading list instead of randomly reading whatever piques my interest. With the eventual goal of pursuing a doctorate, my aim is first of all to find out what I am interested in. I know, this is something I ought to know by now. Yes, but this is an attempt to raze down all that I have in order to start from scratch in an orderly manner. So every week or fortnight, I will be updating my read list and foray in writers in today's world.<br />
I think that it is simpler and more relevant for me to follow the writing that is happening in today's world at this moment instead of tracing masterpieces decade by decade and reading history. I've tried that and somehow I've lost interest. It seems to me that the kind of writing that is going on these days is a lot more fun and whatever is fun stays with you. When it comes to something like literature, the best of it is done and enjoyed without too much mental work. So now my job's to come up with realistic goals for the month. I am already onto Kazuo Ishiguro's The Remains of a Day, which is the last of my random reading although it would have inevitably found its way in my read list. After I am done with this book, plan to chart more writers for the coming months. Till then, good night!<br />
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-47241370449307204872013-07-01T13:00:00.000+05:302013-10-08T13:23:43.254+05:30Ghanchakkar: Trying too hard <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span lang="EN-GB">Director: </span></b><span lang="EN-GB">Raj Kumar Gupta</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">Raj Kumar
Gupta, director of the critically acclaimed Aamir (2008) and No one Killed
Jessica (2011) fails to stir the box office with his newest venture Ghanchakkar
starring unlikely duo Emraan Hashmi and Vidya Balan. While the film is as much
about marital problems as about a bank heist booty gone missing, the only thing
that salvages an erratic script and half-baked characterization is the generous
dose of black comedy along the lines of Jane Bhi Do Yaaron or Is Raat Ki Koi
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Pundit (Sharma) and Idris (Das) to please his fashion-obsessive, boisterous
Punjabi wife Neetu (Vidya) who wants money to live a better life. After the robbery,
the trio decides to lie low for three months and let Sanju hide the money.
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outrageous sense of fashion to Sanju’s somnolent memory loss and Pundit and
Idris’ comic-evil personas. The film’s redemption lies in the way it elicits
fun in the most unlikely situations. The robbers wear paper masks of Amitabh
Bacchan, Dharmendra and Utpal Dutt to loot the bank, Idris and Sanju discuss TV
models on the phone at a crucial moment in the plot; from Neetu’s cooking to
phone-calls from Sanju’s mom and the vegetable man on the train, the domestic
drama that ensues as Pundit and Das shift into Sanju’s house is a laugh riot at
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side-splitting performances from Rajesh Sharma and Namit Das, one wonders how
much better the film would have fared had the gap between scripting and filming
been effectively bridged. The first half is definitely tighter and racier while
the film slumps in the second half and jolts to a halt with an abrupt
ending. Although the climax is intended
to have the audience linger in the murky aura of black comedy, what remains is
a sense of suspicion that in spite of strong lead performances and supporting
roles, maybe the movie didn’t get its act right this time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-68901588113917298102013-03-02T22:17:00.000+05:302013-03-05T22:57:12.165+05:30Stellar Epiphanies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I never dreamed that one day I would shake hands with Madhavan or rub shoulders with Hansika. Not that any of these were my life's amibitions, but it is sort of strange how it turned out like this. Happily meandering through the meadows of my life, I end up in glamworld, seeing Trisha, Dhanush, Sania Mirza, Jiiva and god knows who else up close. I could stretch my hands and touch them. They have always been the stuff of tv and newspaper ads. Dhanush was nothing more than Kolaveri's mindless lyrics two months ago. Yesterday I saw him in his black suit and tie, and he is alive, kicking. What is it about the media that creates this kind of up-there world that the common man lives out his days thinking it exists but in a way that does not matter to him. <br />
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Yes they are stars, they throw tantrums, they are insecure, they are bored, they are haughty. And in the end with the red-carpet celebrities, the endlessly flashing cameras, the glitz, glamour, the 10-inch heels and blinding lights, they are just human beings. It is that easy. There is no stepping stone between stardom and commonality- it is not another 'world' somehwere else. It is just an artifice of manners, airs and dresses, colours, hairdos, accessories, makeup.<br />
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My first experience in a 5 star hotel, all dolled up and waiting as an escort to a major South Indian celebrity, was something I will never forget. My pretty colleague and the centre of attention, tossed her hair and gave Madhavan a dazzling smile. She was supposed to escort Maddy and Sania both to the venue. My heart was palpitating with the thought of waiting it out for my celebrity whose flight had landed later than all the others. I call reception from my changing room. She has already arrived, room xyz, he tells me. I straighten the wrinkles on my white anarkali, slip on my lace slippers and make my way down. Dimly lit passageways, ornate walls and ceilings, a maze of empty hallways and room after room with numbers in gold-301, 302, 303, 304. Reminds me strangely of hotel california. A cold fear clenches my heart and I head to the lift, a little traumatised about potential faux-pas. I find room xyz, the door is open. The image I see will probably never leave me. Across the narrow passage into the room, she sits at a table, one hand on the lap the other holding a phone to the ear; her attendants moving about her busily like house elves. The first thing I see is the thick layer of make up on her face and her fake eyelashes that make her look a little scary up close. I introduce myself shakily and she acknowledges me briefly. She is skinny and her thick hair is permed and left untied. Beside her on the floor, lie massively elevated black heels with gold studs at the ankles. "There is something in her eye," she is saying, visibly upset as I make for the door and go to the lobby to wait for her.<br />
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After 15 min, she struts into the lobby in black skinnies and a top of the same colour. She looks like a gothic rockstar. She certainly knows how to carry it off. Her mother hovers by her side, a tad overdressed but grand never the same.We wait for the corolla, I slide in front beside the driver while the grand ladies sit at the back. The ride is quiet and ghostly. I make light conversation of flights and trips. I notice that the mother's eyes are nearly closed. She seems to be in pain. I enquire about her health. Faux-pas. The celebrity's voice quivers. I think she even sniffs and sobs at the back. She is going to have a breakdown at the set, she sniffs. Her mother has some sort of eye haemorrhage and needs to get checked. The celebrity is worried and afraid and the mother reassures her that she will be fine. "Insecure, afraid, vulnerable," I note in my mind.<br />
We reach the red carpet venue, she alights and in her gait she is the rockstar again. Flashing cameras, pointy stilettos. No more tears, no fear. She smiles photogenically and disappears into the auditorium to her VIP seat while I instruct the driver to reverse the car into the parking slot.</div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-50594163697136025772013-03-01T00:34:00.000+05:302013-10-08T13:13:39.356+05:30Kai Po Che<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kai Po Che is an adaptation of Chetan Bhagat’s book <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The 3 Mistakes of My Life</i> and revolves around the struggles of three friends Ishaan (Rajput), Govind (Yadav) and Omi (Sadh). The three friends struggle to open their own sports academy during the years spanning the Gujarat earthquake and the post-Godhra riots. The hot-blooded Ishaan is passionate about cricket and takes the young Muslim Ali, under his wing to groom him as an international batsman. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The simple and down-to earth Govind is the practical brain behind the sports venture, but things take a turn when he falls in love with Ishaan’s sister Vidhya, played by newcomer Amrita Puri. The naive Omi metamorphoses from a happy-go-lucky guy to a fanatic Hindu under the influence of his extremist uncle Bittu. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On a narrative level, the film tries to grapple with too many things at once. The several themes in the movie include friendship, the sub-plot of the love story, sports and the Indian scene, Ishaan’s naive humanism and the violence of religious fanaticism, and in the end Omi’s reconciliation with his past. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The viewer is bombarded with the battalion of events and incidents before they, like Ishaan, can have the time to grasp or react to what has happened. While the film does have its moments especially with the heart-warming camaraderie of the three friends, the storyline is sketchy with half-hearted characterization and kaleidoscopic narration. In the end, the film seems to be torn between being faithful to the book and scoring at the box office. The casualty in the process is the screenplay. Characters fall in love a little too suddenly, historical incidents appear because they have to, each character’s life could be a film by itself, characters die abruptly, and the climax fizzles out without a build-up even after much sound and fury.</span></span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-425858302142553832013-02-18T20:24:00.002+05:302013-02-18T22:37:46.508+05:30Of Books and Launches<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So here I go again. My editor beetles in and reads out to me from her iPhone- One book launch to attend. Meet the author who is a debutante, and get a few quotes, a few pictures, the press release and that's it. I sigh inaudibly, perk up and say 'sure' as she orders me 'You'll have to attend this one.' I sling my green bag over my shoulder, looking very journalistic and zoom off to Amethyst Cafe. <br />
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A few stray cars. A small garden cafe, with cane chairs and a homely exotic decor. Lots of grey heads and middle aged elegant women. Another evening of sulking in the corner without company, I think.<br />
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I declare myself a media personnel and resign myself to observing the sly company of people in rustling silks, cropped haircuts, impeccable British accents and a composure of manner that only people with a lot of time on their hands can cultivate. The star of the show is a lady in midnight blue. She looks slim and dainty in her layered shoulder-length haircut, a dupatta sideways over one shoulder, perfectly falling salwar bottoms and wispy bangles, obviously gold. She has big eyes and the practiced calmness of a doctor. She is not very good with public speaking, but the speakers to endorse her book do a good job to get the crowd hooting at times. This is the dentist's first book; 'as my children grew up, I had a lot of time on my hands,' she says. So writing came naturally.<br />
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The book is called 'All about smiles.' Yes and dentistry. The pun chokes itself. But the point of the book is a light read. It is about her experiences with patients who came to her clinic. 'I want people to like my book,' she says simply. I wonder calamitously: there's going to be a point when everyone is going to write books and there will be no one to read them. Anyone, just about anyone, at any point in their lives, from any profession, about any topic can just pick up a pen and write. I find it so hard to find time to read all the people I want to read. And now writing is such a thing that anyone can do it! Suddenly, I want to sit back and never touch a pen again!</div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-31109193799205376352013-02-15T22:45:00.002+05:302013-10-08T12:46:27.407+05:30A Gulp of Kollywood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyday after work when I come home to my paying guest accommodation, I get a glimpse of Kollywood through the eyes of my roommate Kanimozhi (whose name by the way means 'language of the fruits' in ancient Tamil-still can't get my head around that one). Anyway so as I was saying, today I learnt that actor Karthi was actually a software engineer before he went on to become an actor and that Prabhu, whose face I have always found a tad too large, is the son of Shivaji Ganeshan. One thing I certainly realised is that Tamilians as a people are very resilient. They pursue precarious acting professions but only on the bread and butter of a 'real job' like an engineer's or a manager's. Think Hip Hop Tamizhla's Adi who told me once that even if his music doesn't work out he always had his MBA to fall back on. <br />
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The other thing which I realised through some of my inevitable celluloid encounters (Kanimozhi can be married to a TV such is her devotion) is that these Kollywood types always have a huge element of the grotesque (the last time I heard that world was in my literature class while we studying gothic literature at the end of the 18th century) either through gory and bloody violence with body parts fall apart or through psychotic characters with a strain of madness. Sometimes I think the people who go to see these movies and the viewership by and large revels in being scared, whether it is the gruesome, spirit of Sonu Sood in Arundhati or Dhanush's crazy character in Kaadhal Kondai or more recently Kamal's violence in Viswaroopam, there is a fanatic zeal in portraying the real as the grotesque as if that would be the only way the audience would swallow the gruesome as the plausible.<br />
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Girls are raped and killed often with body parts torn apart, the archetype of the lecherous relative or neighbour, the psychologically scarred sibling growing up with supernatural energies, sweet prancing whimsical girls are all archetypes that precipitate towards a pervading sense of the grotesque. Makes me wonder what the whole point is? You go through all that trouble to make a film and leave the audience in the end feeling shaken, scared and insecure to live in this world. Maybe it's true the world is like that, it has all the gore, the ugliness and the perverted minds but what's the point in seeing a strip of celluloid that plays all your worst nightmares in front you-and ironically if you're watching in a theatre and you've paid for those nightmares too! Tsk, tsk. Kollywood- I am keeping you at arm's length for now.</div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-10957170665096739082013-02-11T10:47:00.000+05:302013-03-05T22:51:06.866+05:30Moulds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This morning I woke up with a strange thought, not that most mornings I don't, but this morning it topped the list of strange thoughts. What if, the little wisp of a thought peeked into my mindspace and whispered,one doomed day the devil appeared before me in all his traditional attire of red horns and arrow shaped tail and told me that I had not lived my life right, that I had wasted all the opportunities given to me and that they would now have to be given away to someone else who could better use them. What would I do? He would however, have taken pity on my mortified little face and said that only one talent would be left to me to use in this life. Which one would I choose? "Mind you," he would raise his 'circonflex' eyebrows and remind me,"you would be doomed to eat, drink and live this talent for every waking moment of your life, so choose carefully." Well then, in my cringing mind, I would scurry and stumble rummaging into all my intellectual belongings for what I could give away and what I could not part with. (Sadly, I didn't have much.) But it made me think; is there something I could do for every waking moment of my life, do I have anything that I can truly call my own, my very own talent which nobody could use as best as I could? He would tap his foot impatiently at my rambling introspections and frown.</div>
Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-62301154915103541992013-01-21T00:29:00.000+05:302013-10-08T12:56:06.738+05:30Inkaar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Director: Sudhir Mishra</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cast: Arjun Rampal, Chirtangda Singh, Deepti Naval, Vipin Sharma</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sudhir Mishra’s Inkaar promoted as a film dealing with office politics is more a convoluted love story than about sexual harassment. Although it does talk of the thin line between flirtation and harassment, the underlying theme seems to be how the urban, competitive world with its greed and ambition has corrupted relationships that would otherwise be simple and straightforward. Mishra, the writer behind the cult classic <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Jaane Bhi Do yaaron</i> and the director of the bittersweet <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Is Raat Ki Subah Nahi</i> is known for his black humour and his biting irony. Inkaar is surprisingly fairytale-like although it does touch upon elements of Mishra’s trademark surrealism by portraying imaginary scenes from characters’ minds at climatic moments.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rahul Verma (Arjun Rampal), the awe-inspiring and suave CEO of an ad-agency, is accused of harassment by Maya (Chirangada Singh), a talented copywriter who owes much of her success to his grooming. The story begins in medias res with Mrs Kamdar (Deepti Naval) presiding over the harassment case along with others member of the board. The non-linear plot spans seven years with a constant shuttling of time past and present from the point of views of both Maya, Rahul and sometimes even the board members and is an effective and gripping narrative device. Rampal is like wine. The older he gets the better he is. His performance is enticingly convincing and he would be among the few Bollywood actors to match the hysteria-triggering charisma of a Hugh Jackman or an Eric Bana. Chitrangda Singh is stunningly breath-taking although her looks at times outshine her acting, especially when she tries to portray emotional trauma.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">While the lead characters are sketched in gray shades, the script makes a hazy connection between the Rahul in his childhood-taught by his father to fight for what he deserves-and the CEO who is calm, reticent and sometimes openly sidelined by Maya. Maya herself, shown as a power-hungry, alpha-female go-getter also harbours the irrational, emotionally unstable aspect that renders her unfit to wield power. With fast-paced, edgy music by Rajesh Roshan adding to the dramatic quotient of the film, and hilarious delivery by Vipin Sharma who plays Gupta, this film is a potent mix of drama, humour and Mishra’s usual dose of camera-happy experimentation.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the end, the film veers away from any kind of social commentary on harassment but instead resorts to a more personal, humane way of resolving conflicts as both, the victim and the accused, learn to give in to each other. If you’re going to the film expecting a serious debate on harassment you will be disappointed, all you will get is a maze of point of views and the impossibility of arriving at the truth.</span></span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-48457145218358597322012-12-26T00:23:00.000+05:302013-04-15T00:32:28.032+05:30Dabbang 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cast: Salman Khan, Sonakshi Sinha, Prakash Raj<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dabangg 2</span></i><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-size: 12pt;">, unlike most sequels does not let you down. The blockbuster supercop phenomenon has charmed millions of hearts not only because of Salman’s crowd-pulling personality, but also in the way that it celebrates the ordinary and the common. From trouser-pulling to belt-swivelling dance moves, to the motley dance extras that include kids, classical dancers, sabjiwallas and small town shop owners, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dabangg 2</i> comfortably straddles both the rustic and the urban in its stride. Of course there is the usual Bollywood dose of bone-crushing, body wheeling, slow-motion punches and fight sequences coupled with Sonakshi’s simple and rustic glamour quotient not to forget the cameo item songs by Malaika and Kareena. Prakash Raj as Bachcha Bhaiya adds to the stereotype with his role of the oppressive and the duping politician.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Supercop Chulbul Pandey is transferred to Kanpur and moves there with his wife Rajjo (Sonakshi), his father (Vinod Khanna) and his dim-witted brother Makkhi (Arbaaz Khan). Chulbul’s band of loyal but ordinary policemen consists, among others, of an obese, pizza-eating superior, a senior citizen and an ex-hernia patient. Chulbul and his policemen right many cases which include a kidnapping, a murder and molestation. In all the cases, the details are left hazy while the audience is hurled headlong into the instant handing out of justice to miscreants. Justice in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dabbang2</i> has nothing to do with righteousness. Chulbul and his cops lie to the media, use violence, break laws, murder with impunity all in the name of welfare. There are only two things that justify them. One is the notion ‘Do unto others what you would have them do to you’; if the oppressors cannot take their own oppression, then they should not oppress. The other is: Salman Khan.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">While most of the women in the movie are sidelined as the housewife or the item girl, Chulbul undoes his macho chauvinism by asking his wife to scold him when he orders her around. Chulbul’s charming interjections each time he remembers to ask about other people is an interesting touch. He grabs a fist of groundnuts from the cart-pusher and remembers to ask him about his son, while a gulab jamun in the middle of a fight sequence reminds him of his subordinate who had hernia. With all the right proportions of Bollywood masala and romance, this movie is a power-packed Salman dose. </span></span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-86064413756565436122012-09-09T01:19:00.001+05:302013-02-18T23:24:55.086+05:30An Affair to Remember<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some of you young Indian women out there might often find yourselves in the excruciating
position of falling for a younger guy. What's the problem with that you’ll say.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course by 'you' I mean the 21<sup>st</sup>
century, boisterously modern, live-in relationship crusader- the kind of
liberal, women’s rights upholder who<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sips apple martini and puts on vermilion
and a colourful tunnel of bangles with equal panache. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Traditions are traditions. No matter how
experimental and unconventional you are with your own life, you still want a
husband who makes a solid, double digit salary in lakhs per annum. You might
respect art and rhapsodize about modernist poetry over a round of paan-rasna
flavoured hooka but in the end it’s the guy who pays for it that you want to
pocket for your own. Of course, we all want ‘the good life’. Chetan Bhagat has
lots to say about that. </div>
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But, feminine reader, I digress. The younger guy- he’s the
protagonist of this story. He is the one who upturns your world and makes you
go through hell. Not only is he younger, he is also lost and aimless. He
adventurously defies all that comes to your mind with the word ‘stability’. As
a major post-script he also earns less than you do. Social disapproval hounds
you in your dreaming, waking and dazed moments. You don’t want to be a good
catch. In fact you want to<i> make</i> the good catch. He puts you through the social
blasphemy of an ‘ill matched couple.’ </div>
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But then, the dotted bubble conjures up in your mind’s eye. He
has a boyish charm. He smiles his dazzling Johnny Bravo smile and makes the
caterpillars go bonkers in your tummy. By the time you reach the butterflies in
the tummy stage, he is close enough for you to smell that lingering, masculine
perfume that makes your knees weak. He is gentle, and he is harmless- so you
think. He lets you be the one in charge. You anyway know more than he does, so
you feel, you’ve seen the world more than he has. But even so, his youthfulness
draws you. It refreshes the staleness of your own age and point of view.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You’ve
discussed all this over a smoke with those intellectual friends of yours. You’ve
used big words and complex sentences to sanctify your lust and that works for a
while- because to your friends you say that it’s about how he has awakened a
new reason to be yourself. Your friends wear the same coloured glasses. They
encourage you. Go on, be yourself. Age doesn't matter. But to you it does- behind your brazen modernity, your familial bonds gnaw at you. You imagine social gatherings, what people might say, that pretty cousin of yours who did better than you when everyone thought you would. Those truck-load of expectations. No. This is your life, you say firmly and decide to throw him over. You can't live a miserable life of woeful comparison and the thought of "all that could have been" lurking at every step. Yes, so you decide to throw him over. You waver in dismay. But the feeling of
buoyance carries you through those weighty moral qualms.</span></div>
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Finally you decide you’ve
rediscovered how to enjoy life and how to look forward to things. So you think.
His childishness amuses your serene superiority, his <span class="st">naivety</span> makes you feel that
in some way whether he knows it or not, or accepts it or not, he needs you. Ah,
but that damn age difference. Those 3 or 4 slippery years in between. The
younger guy is perceptive and persistent. He senses your dilemma. More
importantly he senses you have yielded. It’s complicated, you say. With women it
always is, he replies with a <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>wisdom
beyond his years that shocks you into admiration. Perhaps you are both even
intellectually suited, you check a box in your pros list. He makes you feel
special. Ah, but that damn age difference. If only. </div>
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And then there are those times, when his puppy dog eyes seem
just that. You crave a large, muscular German Shepherd and all he looks like is a
furry, little Pomeranian with black beady eyes the size of olives. You don’t want
a pet, you want a companion, you explain to a friend with a sense of solemn
gravity over a session of deep conditioning hair spa.</div>
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Your moral dilemma eats you up inside. Is it love? It can’t
be. You send a billion texts to each other with angry, sad, happy, doubtful and
neutral smileys. He sends you a kissing smiley and your heart flutters like a
paper plane and settles into autopilot. You keep your distance and send a hug
instead. He admits finally that he loves you. You hem and haw. What is love,
you ask. It’s complicated, you repeat. Like math? He texts. No, you retort.
More complicated than math? No, I didn’t mean it like that. Complicated like a
girl’s mind- tongue in cheek smiley. You love the way he turns an awkward
situation into a joke. <br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The situation goes on for a while. Your life continues in
its tortuous conflicts and you feel you have a lot to think about. A lot to
sort. The younger guy is strangely resilient and has found many other fish to
fry- and that makes you die just a little. But then, he’s young, you conclude
and shove it under the carpet. Then one day you happen to pick up his cell phone
and flip through the texts that he has sent to a dozen other girls.
Some of them with the same kissing smileys and the same one liners that knocked
the breath out of you. But this time they really do knock the breath out you.
You don’t want to run to your friends because you have been the fool. Nah, he’s
not my type after all, you tell them nonchalantly over the treadmill. You do not want to confide
because society has got back to you with a vengeance. Well then, you shrug.
Things are the way they should be and you make plans for a movie with your
girlfriends.</span></div>
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<strong>Nadine Gordimer</strong></div>
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<li>“Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.”</li>
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<li>“Writing eases my suffering... writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.”</li>
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<strong> Graham Greene</strong> <br />
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<li>“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition”</li>
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<li>“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”</li>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-15248312491061431422012-09-07T17:39:00.000+05:302012-09-07T21:08:35.745+05:30The Write Regime<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.</div>
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2. Start no more new books, add no more new material.</div>
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3. Don't be nervous. Work calmly, work joyfully, recklessly on whatever is in hand!</div>
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4. Work according to program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!</div>
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5. When you can't create, you can work ( I absolutely love this one!)<br />
6. Cement a little everyday, rather than add new fertilizers. This is good for me as I love to begin new things, but never follow through.</div>
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7. Keep Human! See people, go places, drink. It's amazing how traveling brings out new perspectives in your life.</div>
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8. Don't be a draught-horse. Work with pleasure only.</div>
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9. Discard the program when you feel like it- but go back to it the next day :) Writers are born with a frustration gene. But thankfully, it's brief in its recurrence.</div>
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10. Forget what you want to write. Think only of what you are writing now.</div>
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11. Write first and always. Painting, music, cinema, come later.</div>
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One day when the roads will lie empty in the darkness of a familiar night,</div>
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you will feel that it might have been another day, another time, </div>
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a time that has already gone by, </div>
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as if eternity deceived you with a second chance...</div>
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one day when you will see the streets washed by rain-</div>
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or the silence around a streetlight's sepia halo </div>
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fuzzy like the ghost of a warm-blanket memory,</div>
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something will flicker in the shadows of your being:</div>
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maybe a footfall in the hallways of a secret inner chamber</div>
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maybe you will remember how you were as a child</div>
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and feel the same joys and the excitement of a new adventure.</div>
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maybe in the rut of adulthood and the life for wages</div>
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you will remember a moment of spontaneity.</div>
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you are now will reveal themselves and maybe you will find</div>
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that you have not traveled as far as you would have hoped</div>
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or maybe what you left behind- you did not leave behind at all.</div>
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and who you used to be, maybe you will see that</div>
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the little space between who you were and who you are</div>
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was me. </div>
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One of the best things to do when you're suffering from a writers' block and you're convinced that writing is your true calling, is to READ. Read motivating stuff about writing, read silly stuff about writing read about anything, get addicted to a TV series like Games of Thrones as I have been, watch it with mindless involvement, admire the characters, the plot, the action, the themes, just the way it is conceived and the way the characters are created and given depth. Of course, one of the 12 rules of writing is to write a little everyday. This I guess is my quota for today. Obviously it is not very meaningful or readworthy, the black just eats up a little more of the white space and well. Not every word is supposed to mean something is it? Oh Well. I guess the excercise is what really matters. So stray-reader, who's fumbled on this blog by mistake, go ahead and do something that makes you happy! Stimulate your mind and do something that makes you say- Voila- I love this and I am at peace with everything around me!</div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-57331176498462229102012-04-12T00:04:00.001+05:302012-09-07T15:52:50.707+05:30Qui scribit bis legit - He who writes reads twice<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Scribere est agere - To write is to act</div>
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Sine qua non - Something/someone indispensable</div>
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Sub dio - Under the open sky</div>
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Ad astra per aspera - To the stars through difficulty</div>
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Ad augusta per angusta - To high places by narrow roads</div>
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Aude sapere - Dare to know</div>
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Cacoethes scribendi - An insatiable urge to write. (Juvenal)</div>
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Confiteor - I confess</div>
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Fide, non armis - By faith, not arms</div>
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Genus irritabile vatum - The irritable race of poets. (Horace)</div>
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Hic et nunc - Here and now</div>
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In nubibus - In the clouds</div>
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Lapsus calami - A slip of the pen</div>
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Memorabilia - Memorable things</div>
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Meum pactum dictum - My word is my bond</div>
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Mvlti svnt vocati, pavci vero electi - Many are called [but] few are chosen</div>
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Nisi credideritis, non intelligetis - Unless you will have believed, you will not understand. (St. Augustine)</div>
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Verba volant, (littera) scripta manet - Words fly away, the written (letter) remains</div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-5597223224621808312012-04-10T12:00:00.001+05:302012-09-07T15:53:07.234+05:30Write Quotes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"One's writing can only be as good as one's reading." - Ben Okri</div>
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"Reason and taste, two powers of the intelligence, are rightly the supreme gods of the prose stylist, while to the poet they are only minor deities." -S.A. (The Future Poetry, 16)</div>
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"Once the water is deep enough that you must swim to stay afloat, does it really meatter how deep the pool is? "</div>
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"The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature. It is a mistake to think that literature can be produced from the raw." Virginia Woolf.</div>
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"Dream as if you will live forever, live as if you will die today!" -James Dean</div>
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"If you're not lost then you're in a place somebody's already found." Junot Diaz.</div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-4884965833182142722011-09-05T20:32:00.000+05:302012-09-07T21:51:13.359+05:30Against Sainte-Beuve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">"The beautiful things we shall write if we have talent are inside us, indistinct, like the memory of a melody which delights us though we are unable to recapture its outline. Those who are obsessed by this blurred memory of truths they have never known are the men who are gifted ... Talent is like a sort of memory which will enable them finally to bring this indistinct music closer to them, to hear it clearly, to note it down ..." </span></div>
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Krupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07323705115814759268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204139144886809730.post-51740295829753566692011-08-07T13:57:00.000+05:302012-09-07T15:55:05.687+05:30The First Step<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I write because I cannot help it. Writing and sculpting are similar. They both begin with nothing- a block of stone or a nebulous mind and both work to chisel a precise image out of formlessness. The human mind and its innumerable shades can never be unraveled through words. But like the troubled lake that apprehends an imperfect moon, words can stumble over visions. Graffiti is a platform to chronicle my writing endeavors and to keep my lazy, petulant mind from falling into wordless slumber. Hopefully there is more activity on this front in the days to come!</div>
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