Could there be a better blend than in Devdas?
Glorifying the shenanigans of a love smitten character who seeks solace in the arms of an equally virtious prostitute at the same time extolling thebenefits of Daaru. ;-).
What a lethal combination!
The choreography, the sets.... the music ...all so perfect.But hey, whats the story?
A wimp of a guy who cannot stand up on his own two feet to marry the woman he loves...takes to the bottle..and unwaringly to a comfort woman...and finally the bottle gets the better of him.
’Grand Finale’ huh?
Don’t we hear of such Romeos in almost each and every village ,town, city of this district, state country.......world.A pretty bad example for youngsters to emulate.
Had Dave Das (americanized) probably taken the initiative to join Alcoholics Anonymous,..firstly we would’nt have heard of him ;-) ... but more important he would have probably cured himself of his addiction and would be found roaming the streets of Kalkatta humming ’’Paro ko goli maro’’
Probably the reason i give Devdas full marks is simply because i'm a sucker for good music and good choreography. Just awesome!
The story?Err well ...simply put...because Devdas was Devdas so im writing this review.
Thank you Dave where ever you are and thank u Bhansaleeji for the perfect music score.
Psst ! emotions..poetry..tears..wanna hear my own sad sob story? ;-D
Monday, December 17, 2007
Black? ( written yrs bk )
I had heard so much about ’’Black’’ ...even before it was completed.So when it was released the rave reviews and media attention it got was not surprising.
My family had booked a sunday date with it. Considering what was in store for me....I decided to give it the go by. Living in the country we live , there is so much of woe all around us ...the last thing I’d actually consider would be paying to watch the same , that to on a sunday evening.
In India all things 'Black' exist in every street.Just be sensitive to it and u will notice the pain ..the injustice... the fear ...the insecurity.....and yet the courage and spirit.
The real heros are out there , nameless.
From the reviews that ive read... pretty reassuring to know that there are few people who agree with me....their perspective is not mainstream. Yet to add on a song on to this movie would seem out of place.....probably it could have worked better the other way around ..... add a movie to a meaningful song in this context (if you know what i'm saying).
I respect the theme this movie is based on...and if any benefit however little that can come to the people in plight...its worth all the effort.
You’re free to differ in this regard.
My family had booked a sunday date with it. Considering what was in store for me....I decided to give it the go by. Living in the country we live , there is so much of woe all around us ...the last thing I’d actually consider would be paying to watch the same , that to on a sunday evening.
In India all things 'Black' exist in every street.Just be sensitive to it and u will notice the pain ..the injustice... the fear ...the insecurity.....and yet the courage and spirit.
The real heros are out there , nameless.
From the reviews that ive read... pretty reassuring to know that there are few people who agree with me....their perspective is not mainstream. Yet to add on a song on to this movie would seem out of place.....probably it could have worked better the other way around ..... add a movie to a meaningful song in this context (if you know what i'm saying).
I respect the theme this movie is based on...and if any benefit however little that can come to the people in plight...its worth all the effort.
You’re free to differ in this regard.
On Pink Floyd's The Wall.(written yrs bk )
Every lyric and every word ...each thought expressed right thru this album has a special meaning for Floydians.
When you listen to ’’The Wall’’ u live through it all.
Could you call it just a music album?
For a person like me I’d say that its has been a part of my growing years.
Well, to get a better picture of things as i might sound vague to you ....check out the Video of this album. Calling it an excellent album is too cold a word for something thats so close to ones heart. You’d ask what about the songs ?
To reveal to you.... the Wall of life ...is about growing up as a child during the world war...yearning for love from ones father who has died in battle....’’dad has gone across the ocean ...leaving just a memory...a snapshot in the family album...daddy..what did u leave behind for me’’ Childhood with a dead father...never ever had the oppurtunity to receive his love ...never known.....leads to the years of growing up..the fear of dying..losing someone ’’mother do u think they’ll drop the bomb’’.the rebellion song ’’We dont need no education’’ ...the years of insecurity...confusion...of seclusion...of girlfriends......of having fun.... Living with the angsts of life in ’’comfortably numb’’.Probably an easier way out would be to go get a copy ..listen to every word ..and feel the music of a rhythm called life.
I dont think i do justice to what i write ....Floydians would know ;-)
When you listen to ’’The Wall’’ u live through it all.
Could you call it just a music album?
For a person like me I’d say that its has been a part of my growing years.
Well, to get a better picture of things as i might sound vague to you ....check out the Video of this album. Calling it an excellent album is too cold a word for something thats so close to ones heart. You’d ask what about the songs ?
To reveal to you.... the Wall of life ...is about growing up as a child during the world war...yearning for love from ones father who has died in battle....’’dad has gone across the ocean ...leaving just a memory...a snapshot in the family album...daddy..what did u leave behind for me’’ Childhood with a dead father...never ever had the oppurtunity to receive his love ...never known.....leads to the years of growing up..the fear of dying..losing someone ’’mother do u think they’ll drop the bomb’’.the rebellion song ’’We dont need no education’’ ...the years of insecurity...confusion...of seclusion...of girlfriends......of having fun.... Living with the angsts of life in ’’comfortably numb’’.Probably an easier way out would be to go get a copy ..listen to every word ..and feel the music of a rhythm called life.
I dont think i do justice to what i write ....Floydians would know ;-)
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Internet & Me.
Guess i've overindulged in surfing the net the last few months. So much so that my work has suffered neglect .
How much of Internet influence should one have in ones life? If you ask me , internet should be an extension to your otherwise active life , lest we forget to use our other limbs , go out spend time with family catch up on other activities . Lose realtime in other words.
I guess i need to deaddict/ regulate my usage. I hope i can stick to my resolve to surf and post about once a week .
Hard to live in two worlds ... but I'll try . : ))
How much of Internet influence should one have in ones life? If you ask me , internet should be an extension to your otherwise active life , lest we forget to use our other limbs , go out spend time with family catch up on other activities . Lose realtime in other words.
I guess i need to deaddict/ regulate my usage. I hope i can stick to my resolve to surf and post about once a week .
Hard to live in two worlds ... but I'll try . : ))
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Morning Walks : Time to be me .
Guess Im lucky to be staying in a beautiful hill station . Clean air , clear blue skies and quiet surroundings make it so very ideal for retirement : )) . i guess more than anything else its my morning walk that helps me be in touch with my self. .. my personal space.
Reflecting on the day passed , people i've met , what they have said .... My life .. feelings , poetry , world issues , work issues ...hypothetical issues. Its more a personal audience with my own self.
The walk itself is a dream , pine trees , clean streets encircling a beautiful lake all covered within an hour every morning.
I usually don't listen to music on my round but for a change decided to carry my zen this morning . Was really refreshing. In fact good soulful lyrics can really reach out to you kind of sensitize you .
The pressures of life are numbing . Its this part of the day that truely belongs to me .
Reflecting on the day passed , people i've met , what they have said .... My life .. feelings , poetry , world issues , work issues ...hypothetical issues. Its more a personal audience with my own self.
The walk itself is a dream , pine trees , clean streets encircling a beautiful lake all covered within an hour every morning.
I usually don't listen to music on my round but for a change decided to carry my zen this morning . Was really refreshing. In fact good soulful lyrics can really reach out to you kind of sensitize you .
The pressures of life are numbing . Its this part of the day that truely belongs to me .
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Love
Whats love been for me ?
Over the years my definition of love has only grown , changed .
New words have been added , new meanings derived . I've really not arrived at the final word on love , it will only grow and perceptions will change over time and experience and how I shall change along with it.
A final word on love? Love is like Life itself .
A multi coloured rainbow with a thousand different hues.
Over the years my definition of love has only grown , changed .
New words have been added , new meanings derived . I've really not arrived at the final word on love , it will only grow and perceptions will change over time and experience and how I shall change along with it.
A final word on love? Love is like Life itself .
A multi coloured rainbow with a thousand different hues.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
reflections of my life is it ?
About time i start writing down stuff that goes on in my mind instead of losing it to time , old age etc.
Been about 4 years I came on to my own .
Not that he was close to me ... I 've always wanted him to be ... a father to me which as far as I can remember he wasn't.
Did close my suitcase of memories and toss it over the bridge into the river that dark night.
End of darkness . Enter Light. Welcome positivity.
Never want to reopen that part of my life ... but at times it does seep in .
But what the hell. I've healed ..but that pain ? That little pain I feel as i write this , why is it still there. I hope convinced myself well enough that it'd be gone in a moment .
I know it will .. Life is positivity .
What other choice do we really have?
Been about 4 years I came on to my own .
Not that he was close to me ... I 've always wanted him to be ... a father to me which as far as I can remember he wasn't.
Did close my suitcase of memories and toss it over the bridge into the river that dark night.
End of darkness . Enter Light. Welcome positivity.
Never want to reopen that part of my life ... but at times it does seep in .
But what the hell. I've healed ..but that pain ? That little pain I feel as i write this , why is it still there. I hope convinced myself well enough that it'd be gone in a moment .
I know it will .. Life is positivity .
What other choice do we really have?
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