Sunday, August 30, 2009
Before it rained channels...
Maybe now its unthinkable but I still cherish the memories of the loads of fun I used to have while switching channels from doordarshan 1 to metro, 10 years back. That was a time when our televisions didn’t have a cable connection. I used to be a TV freak then (Now I limit my viewing to impeccable stuff only) I still remember I appeared for an interview to get an admission in Calcutta Boys school, half hearted and my mind wandering off distractedly to the Shaktimaan episode I was going to miss. Yes, I was rebuked, scolded by my parents for doing so but I never regret the fact till now. And of course, I did not get the admission, less due to my allegiance to Mukesh Khanna and mainly due to the fairly large sum of ‘donation’ asked by the principal from my father.Apologies for digressing. Yes, Television, even if restricted to two channels, was a treat for me to savour everyday. Fond memories are attached to the incomparable Chhuti chhuti which used to be aired on DD 1 during the summer holidays. From puppet shows to cartoons, from children’s movies to informative capsules, it had it all to hook me on to the tube after a reluctant study session and a brisk bath. Ahh those were the days. As the golden sunshine came streaming in through the flimsy curtains used to block it in our drawing room, I used to have sips of lemon cordial made by my Mom and devour the show attentively. Sometimes I wonder, the kind of attention I have given towards Tv and Cinema and books, if a certain percebtage of it was contributed towards Mathematics, Sanskrit, tuitions, classes and studies in a whole, then I would have been a topper of sorts. I was attentive. I had concentration but number one it was short lived and number two, it was directed towards the pursuit of seemingly alluring things which the society and specifically parents consider, or used to consider, as useless. Now of course the perception has changed, partly due to the indispensable medium of communication the Tv is and the maximum attraction of the parents themselves towards the so called idiot box. So Chhuti chhuti was one such program. I was introduced to Feluda and Goopi gyne Bagha byne and Satyajit Ray per se thanks to the wonderful program, which I strongly feel should be revived today. Trust me. Even if the advent of reality shows, soaps, cartoons and 100 odd channels have made their mark on the minds of even toddlers, a fair dose of a chhuti chhuti season would be lapped up with equal significance and curiosity for the things lost and suddenly found.
And of course, who could forget the cartoons in the afternoons? Starting from the 4 o clock slot. Well, I am still unaware of the cartoons that used to precede the 4 o clock timing as I was forcibly made to take a nap during afternoons which I completely abhorred and now passionately long for, by my mother, and which failing to do so attract a thwack out of nowhere on my cheeks of anywhere on my body. So there were many afternoons when I used to lay down, pretend to sleep and in the core of my mind, desire the crawling minutes to speed up and pass on quickly. So whether it be the mickey mouse cartons or swat kats or duckwing duck or duck tales or even super human samurai, they were jewels for me. An everyday treat to my huge appetite for cartoons at that time, which was curbed and eventually was lost after the horrible afternoon tuitions started and instead of watching cartons or playing in the field with my friends, I had to sling a bag and with a heavy heart bid goodbye to my passions and enter the dark dingy world of private tuitions. I can find the flicker of that passion for cartoons in me today in flashes, if I spot a spongebob squarepants episode or if I pick up a calvin and hobbes essential. That time, I didn’t used to miss a single carton any day. I was reluctant to visit my relations due to it, which would draw flak from everybody, and embarrassingly from my relations too.
And then as the day proceeded, there were the serials. Those nostalgic pieces of sunshine which are still deep embedded on the storehouse of my fond reminiscences which make me up and feeds me when I long for my past, uncluttered simple existence. Shrimaan Shrimati. All the best. Naya Nukkad. Non-stop nonsense. Dekh bhai dekh. Bengali soaps which I used to share with my teary eyed mother sitting beside me, like janani and janmabhoomi. I used to be delighted with the background cackling audio which would be set on after each dialogue of hilarity mouthed by some of the best TV stars. I used to go crazy if I wasn’t allowed to watch non-stop nonsense, the comedy series which employed animosity as one of the principle tools of tickling your funny bone-a german extravaganza and an exotic delight for me. When I saw the series a couple of years back or so in a TV channel with its original name of ‘didi’ retained, I was not only bored but also surprised of my lack of interest in the show which was more attractive to me in my childhood than anything else. I guess my passion has left me and have been usurped by News and other shows on TV today. And then came two whoppers of a serial-the danny denzongpa starrer feisty Ajnabi and the family drama Junoon. Both of which was a must watch by me and my mother. The haunting track of Ajnabi still lingers in my mind and the powerful performance of Danny was a true achievment in his career. I didn’t find such an interest in junoon though. Sea Hawks, Captain Vyom, Captain house were the other adventurous soaps which were good timepasses. There was another soap starring neena gupta and a person whose screen name was Mr. Bajaj (I forget its name) loved by my Mom. News, I abhorred at that time. I loathed it if my Dad used to see the 7 o clock DD bulletin, a common practice among Bengali families at that time. Friday night movies were appealing by I had my own limits which restricted my Tv viewing till 10 in the night lest I fail to wake up at 5.30 in the morning next day and go to school. And weekends were not an exception. I also remember having a trifle interest in watching a Japanese soap aired generally during the odd hours of the afternoon.
Of course, apart from my daily diet of cartoons and comedies, bollywood used to be my staple too. From that time onwards I tried to track the happenings around the tinsel town, partly from shows on bolly news and scoops (the names of which I forget) and partly from scouting the entertainment pages in the newspaper. Though I was not so particular as I am now, still I made it a point to watch those shows whenever I was not watching anything else. The epical ‘Durga Durgatinashini’ aired on every mahalaya was a visual and audio wonder which I used to savour with my sleepy eyes at 5 o clock in the morning. Byomkesh bakshi was an occasional treat for me. A word about the brilliant advertisements that used to come on TV at that time. Who can forget the nirma super commercial which I chant even now? The energy of Lifebuoy, the simplicity of spredit margarine, the melody of vicco turmeric, the curiosity of deluxe nirodh, the fun of lijjat papad, the freshness of pepsi and coke and so on and so forth. Those gems are still considered as some of the bests by different admen today. But there were times, when I used to be saddened by the fact that a cricket match was not telecasted on doordarshan and on a private cable channel instead. Or when my friends used to chatter ceaselessly of topics related to programmes on cable channels. But a sneak peek of a half an serial on DD would revive me instantaneously. And when I began longing for cable TV, after its widespread appeal began to entice people from all quarters of life, I knew in my mind that no amount of shows on DD can hold me to it any longer. The pure innocent childhood days were slowly starting to get corrupted by the advent of modernity and advancement.
So that’s the long and short of it. It was a classy episode in my life where I infused a spirit in a seeming lifeless matter. Two channels and a lot to explore. Nowadays, there have been several occasions when I have surfed the 100 channels on my set top box and haven’t been able to stick to one due to the uninteresting drab shown in the channels. That is when I wish that the DD serials and the cartoons be re introduced for people like me who still swear by them. Television was a passion then, Now it’s a tendency.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Always an Admirer...
Anyways, analyzing his character will take loads of time and space and more research. In this post of mine, I am announcing the entry of a dissertation which I had done on the life and times of the actor while I was pursuing my post graduation in Journalism from the Asian College of Journalism. Its direct, factual and objective with a smatter of personal leverage here and there. I consider it as a fair achievement on my part to put down my research on the actor for so many years on paper and submit it as a serious topic of discussion, analysis and remarks alongside topics ranging from drought situation, Bilateral relations and other subjects of seemingly serious value. For me, I had my heart in its place and I feel it was a bold attempt for me to write a 10000 words dissertation on the actor in college.
Thanks you, Abhishek Chatterjee for inspiring me with your topic of dissertation.
I would use this opportunity to make my dissertation public and also thank my brother Mr. Raj Sen Gupta, who inculcated and propelled the hero-worship in me. This is also dedicated to all my friends and acquaintances who have supported my fanship and admiration for the star and above all the human being through thicks and thins.
Always an admirer.
Preface and Chapter-1
SALMAN KHAN-The Good, The Bad, The Misunderstood...
Yashodeep Sengupta
Television Stream
Asian College of Journalism
I am indebted to Ms. Subhasini Dinesh, my mentor, for approving the topic for my dissertation. Biswadeep Ghosh’s book on Salman Khan has also helped me a lot to confirm my research done on the actor.
I would also like to thank my parents and Ms. Jayashree Mukherjee for helping me with my research.
PREFACE
So what’s so unique about this man that I chose to examine him in my paper?
Those who keep a track of his activities would know how adventurous his career is-how full of crests and crevasses his journey has been. How many times has he got into trouble, how often has he reached the pinnacles of success and how frequently has he tasted dust. Written off by some of the people from the movie fraternity, he is looked up and admired by millions in the country and abroad.
I take this opportunity to trace the journey of the character till now and scrutinize the events that have surrounded him and how have they reflected on his nature and work. I would also recapitulate his road to stardom and the innumerable potholes and pits he had to endure, some nearly resulting in devastation and the untimely end of his illustrious career.
So what moulds the man? What makes him? What mars him? What makes him THE Salman Khan?
Salman’s family, today is the epitome of communal harmony. The family consists of people belonging to different religions. While younger brother Sohail’s wife, Seema and sister Alvira’s husband Atul Agnihotri are Hindus and stepmother Helen and Arbaaz’s wife, Malaika are Christians, the rest belongs to the Islam religion. Everyone dotes on the adopted kid Arpita too. The days when Salman and the other kids were tormented by odd moments of insecurity have been buried. The family, that stands now is happy and united. There have been numerous media reports about gala celebrations held in the Khan household-be it a birthday bash, or festival celebrations, or simply inviting the who’s who of Tinsel town over a supper of Gohsht biryani, Salman’s favourite dish, when a football match is on- The family’s hospitality is appreciated and loved by one and all. Even Fatwas issued by Muslim clergies and groups for his participation in Ganesha Chathurti festival and expressing his desire to play Lord Rama on screen haven’t been able to stifle Salman secular mindset.
It all started…
As it happens to all wannabe Bollywood stars, Salman was also starry eyed about joining the Hindi movie industry but not once did the fact that he can get an added leverage as he is the son of renowned scriptwriter Salim Khan, came in his mind. He started off as a model but was considered unfit to be one as he was very short in height and very thin. In his initial days, Salman assisted director Shashilal Nair, during the making of Falak, a film written by his father, Salim khan, which had Jackie Shroff in the lead. The film did not work at the box office but it got good response from the critics. J.K Bihari’s Biwi ho to Aisi happened to be the launching pad for the actor. Though the film was unspectacular and Salman had a lean physique, he was noted as an actor who had the energy and potential to make it big in the industry. Soon he started working out dedicatedly and now sports one of the most enviable and amazing physiques in Bollywood. He was labeled as a superstar with Rajshri’s grand production Maine Pyaar Kiya which transformed him into an overnight hero and the favourite poster boy for all his female fans. The film was declared a superhit nationwide. Soon more hits like Baaghi and Sanam Bewafa followed and they made him the most saleable actor in the industry. During that period, his career was headed towards a direction where nothing could go wrong. Producer actor Viveck Vaswani went to the extent of paying him the ultimate compliment. “I would not say that Salman is the second best selling star after Amitabh (Bachchan) but would say that he is the first, the most saleable star today.” So how was he able to achieve so much success in so short a period of time? “Luck”, Salman is quoted in Biswadeep’s book. He said that he always knew that he would make it someday but also believed that he had a lot to achieve. Salman even made a massive impact in two hero flicks like Saajan where he teamed up with Sanjay Dutt and Madhuri Dixit. But his run was stopped midway in the tracks by box office duds like Suryavanshi, Ek Ladka Ek Ladki, Dil Tera Aashiq and Chandramukhi. Reporters were just on the verge of writing down his professional obituary, when a path-breaking film called Hum Aapke hain Kaun happened, arguably, the most successful commercial film in the history of Indian Cinema. As Salman says, “The good things about bad times are that they always come to an end.” According to the entertainment trade web site ibosnetwork.com, among the top 20 films of the 1990s, five of them stars Salman Khan, namely Maine Pyar Kiya, Hum Aapke Hain Kaun, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Karan Arjun and Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. In his book, Biswadeep observes that Salman ‘acted’ the least on screen. He tries to be as natural as possible, which is clear winner among his fans. “For me, acting comes straight from the heart. In that sense I don’t act at all”, says Salman. So in spite of quite a few flops in his career, he managed to retain his superstardom among the audience with hits like Jeet, Judwaa, Tere naam, Mujhse Shaadi Karogi, No Entry and Partner. Biswadeep also examines that after the two popular Kapoors, in the industry-Shammi and Rishi, Salman is the only actor to have had the confidence to act with so many newcomer actresses in films. The list includes Bhagyashree, Revathy, Raveena Tandon and Ayesha Jhulka. He is one of the few stars to have four or more releases in one year (1998), which were all hits – ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hain’, ‘Pyar Kiya To Darna Kya’, ‘Bandhan’, ‘Jab Pyar Kisse Se Hota Hain’. ‘Biwi No.1’, ‘Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam’, ‘Hum Saath-Saath Hain’ were the top grosser in the year 1999. In 1994, ‘Hum Aapke Hain Kaun’ smashed ‘Sholay’ records (gross) to become the biggest grosser film at that time and did excellent business in the overseas for a Bollywood film. It was the first film to do business of over Rs. 10 crores in the overseas market. He has also done a number of guset appearances in films like Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Stumped, Sirf Tum, Deewana Mastana, Baghban just to extend a noble hand to his director and actor friends in the industry. Salman has also acted in a
Chapter-2
Hit and Run
Salman Khan and controversies almost sound synonymous. Be it the Land Cruiser incident or the Black Buck shooting case, the actor gets the worst of troubles in his kitty. It was alleged that the actor mowed down some people sleeping outside American Express bakery on Hill road junction in Bandra, Mumbai. He was returning home from a party at Enigma, a pub, in his Land Cruiser when the incident happened. It was 2.30 in the early hours of
In what could not be more unfortunate, the accident killed one of the pavement dwellers, who were the workers of the bakery, and caused serious injuries to three other individuals. The victim was later identified as Nurullah Mehboob Sharif, aged 38 years. He was crushed to death under the wheels on the spot. The injured were quickly rushed to the Bhabha hospital.
According to reports, minutes after the incident, onlookers gathered around the scene and started pelting stones at Salman who fled the spot immediately. Apparently, he was the one behind the wheels and was in an inebriated condition. He was accompanied by singer Kamaal Khan, his bodyguard Ravindra Patil and driver Altaaf. Patil said that initially it was Altaf who was driving. Later, Salman decided to stop the car and meet somebody for a few minutes. After that brief halt, he took over the charge of the car and started cruising the vehicle at a speed of 70kmph. Patil claimed that the actor turned around to speak with him and that is precisely when he lost control over the car. He managed to steer the Landcruiser, some how, away from an electric pole, and ended up climbing over the pavement and ramming the car into the bakery. Unfortunately, the pavement was not deserted. Ravindra Patil filed a complaint with the police immediately after the incident. According to a report in Rediff.com (as written in The Hall of Fame) , when the police rushed to his house to question him, Salman slipped out through the back door said Assistant inspector Nitish Yadav. The next morning every newspaper, every news channel and news portal carried the news which shook the whole Industry- “Salman gets bail in Hit and Run Case” (28 september 2002 indiatimes.com) ; “Salman scoots after crash and kill- surrender comes eight hours after runnimg over pavement dwellers” (The Telegraph September 29, 2002). Critics concluded that this was the last straw and slammed Salman’s career. Analysts predicted his doom and everybody was sure that he was not to be seen in the comforts of his sea facing house for a long time.
Soon his passport was confiscated and was asked not to leave the country and report to the Bandra police station whenever his cooperation was required. On the 7th of October, the actor was officially arrested and produced before a
Earlier there had been cases when actors Puru Rajkumar and Tanuja had been involved in hit and run cases like this and got away unscathed, by paying a mere fine.
Reactions poured in from all directions in abundance. The vicious Salman-bashing in the press and more secretly within the film industry continued.
"If I had my way, I'd tie Salman to a stake. He brings a bad name to the entire industry," says a young and famous filmmaker. "Thanks to people like him, we're looked on as debauched, hedonistic evil creatures. For god's sake, he has killed a human being. Let's not waste any sympathy on him." (
"Salman had this coming to him for a long time. What you do to others finally comes around to you," says an actress who has witnessed the actor's bad behaviour with one of his many girlfriends. "Salman has no respect for women, or for that matter men. His close group of cronies have been pampering his ego, encouraging his bad behaviour to a point where he thought he could get away with anything." (
"Salman is a rich man and he can get away... I just hope I get normal and start earning for my family," said Abdullah sheikh, one of the injured. (
But the industry men, known to support the actor during his lows, proved their mettle this time too. Friends and members of the fraternity like Mahima Chaudhry, Puneet Issar, Kishan Kumar vocally shored up Salman’s case. “I think the media is blowing this accident out of proportion. Why aren't people talking about Salman's good side? He is already miserable about what happened. I am sure he will look after the family of the victims till the end. I am not defending him. But I have known him from the last 22 years.” Said the veteran actor Puneet Issar in Rediff.com They narrated incidents when the actor went out of his way to help accident victims. Friends pointed out how Salman helped Babloo Mukherjee (Keshto Mukherjee’s son) and a lawyer when they met with accidents on and lay unattended.
Columnists like Pritish Nandy tried to present a balanced view and played the Devil’s advocate in this case.
“There are many accidents on Mumbai’s streets every day, tragic accidents in which lives are lost, but we do not file cases of willful murder against those who are involved in them unless there is strong evidence to conclude that it was a wanton and willful act. In Salman’s case no such evidence existed. What existed instead was hostile public opinion that virtually forced the police to imprison him….Whether he is a brat or not is not the issue. The issue is that. the media has actually set him up to be lynched and the politicians, always looking for an opportunity, have exploited it.” (Lynch mob is out to get Salman
A Public interest Litigation was filed against the actor calling for psychiatric treatment on
Salman urged a sessions court on march 6, 2003 to drop the charge of culpable homicide not amounting to murder in his case. He appealed that he was one of the breadwinners of his family and his family needs his support.
He got into a fracas later as it was proved that the Land Cruiser Salman was driving that fateful night did not belong to him. It was instead, owned by some Abdul rahim.
So how was it like for the actor in jail, for the first time? “It was educational. It was meant to be. I had to see that side. Perhaps, I needed to go inside. I’ve always seen only luxuries and good things in life. Never seen discomfort. There are so many people who are in jail for no fault of theirs and they are suffering. It was very unfortunate.”said Salman as mentioned in Biswadeep’s book. He disclosed how he was unable to help the victims by taking them to the hospital which was 20 metres away. “The thing I’m saddest about is the mother whose son died and whom I’ve still not met because if I meet her someone will say I’m trying to buy evidence. Her condition makes me most sad. Her image keeps coming back to me whenever I try to sleep. It haunts me”
Barely six weeks after the hit and run case, Salman met with another road accident this time at Deolali Camp, 10 km from Nasik in Maharashtra. But this time, luckily, no body was injured. On
The Black Buck shooting case
Salman khan was sentenced to 1 year of rigorous imprisonment in 2006 for killing two Black bucks, an endangered species of deer, in 1998, while shooting for the film Hum Saath saath hai in
After a week long stint in jail, Salman recounted how life in the jail was very scary. Speaking to Subha Shetty-Saha in bharatwaves.com, (http://www.bharatwaves.com/news/Life-in-jail-was-very-scary-9546.html) he reveals “It looks all very cool to an outsider. The state of the jail is so bad and when I offered to take care of some amenities, I was not allowed. I think some human rights guys should go there and check on these things. It is horrible for humans to stay in such places.”
Vivek Alleges
Not even two years have passed after the Land Cruiser incident and Salman came out of prison, one event came to the forefront which resonated memories of a turbulent affair between Salman and Aishwarya Rai. A then newcomer in the industry, Vivek Oberoi, son of actor Suresh Oberoi called a press conference on
Underworld
If those were not enough, Salman also had his brush with the underworld. He was the lead actor of the 2000 flick Chori chori chupke chupke. It was alleged that the film was funded by the underworld. Producer Nazim Rizvi was arrested on
Chapter-3
CHAPTER 3 : THE MEDIA REACTS
In an interview to bollywood.allindiasite.com he expresses his disgust for the Indian media – “There were people who said that I should be sent to a mental asylum, that I should be hung… those with the power of the pen, who have now weakened it so much. It is they who should get themselves mentally checked — the ones who have made their powerful pen so weak. They did not even listen to my side. Didn’t want to know my side. Maybe I didn’t want to talk about it. So my silence was taken as being rude, rash, selfish — like I have something to hide. So what defence has Salman Khan for these attacks? “God is with me, nobody can stop me. Nobody.”, he signs off.
Chapter-5
CHAPTER 5 : THE SILVER LINING
Chapter-4
CHAPTER 4 : THE MAN, AND HIS WOMEN
And then came Aish…
Before both of them met, they had their share of affairs with other people in their lives. So while Salman romanced Shaheen, Somy and Sangeeta off screen, Aishwarya was linked to Rajeev Mulchandani and Sabeer Bhatia. Aishwarya made her debut in Hindi films in the year 1999, but wasn’t able to get a success. That time Salman offered his help for her to choose the right kind of roles so that she could be able to showcase her talent. And then came the blockbuster Hum Dil de chuke sanam. Till now, people largely believe that it was during the shooting of this Sanjay Leela Bhansali film that the couple got drawn towards each other. It is said that Aishwarya used to drop by Salman’s home regularly in the pretext of rehearsing her lines for the film, even when he was living in with Somy. Soon our man got besotted with the diva and fell head over heels in love with her. Meanwhile Ash started doing what Sangeeta had once done. She started visiting Salman’s house and became a favourite with the family who was contended with Salman’s happiness. Aishwarya belongs to a close knit Bunt family and her family had some reservations against her decision to marry Salman who belonged to a different religion. As we have seen with other ladies in his life, Aishwarya too rebelled against her family and decided to live all by herself in a new flat in Mumbai. A great dent in the relationship formed when Salman came to Aishwarya’s flat
Chapter-6
CHAPTER 6 : THE ROLLER-COASTER RIDE CONTINUES…
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The swiss scare
For a democracy to properly function, an existence of a strong opposition is very necessary. The disintegration among the leading opposition parties is very glaring, but still I believe the issue of Indian black money parked in secretive Swiss bank accounts, which has been raised is a progressive step towards the unmasking of thousands of such cheats and fraudulent malpractitioners in India.
Replying to the investigation plans, the Swiss bankers association has said that such fishing expeditions is not to be allowed according to the norms and policies of the SBA. Thus, clearly, we have been asked not to meddle in their and their clients’ affairs. Fair enough for a tax haven state with such liberal tax and finance regulations (if any) to say so. But it is also a fact that Swiss bank-client confidentiality had never been 100% absolute, not even at the time of its formal codification in law in the 1930s. Swiss legislators built in provisions for it to be lifted during criminal investigations and also in many civil cases. Moreover the UBS has entered into a negotiation with the US government to lay bare some of its clients’ accounts and transaction records to expose the tax evaders, according to a deal entered by both the countries.
So our country has a lot of chance to put its foot forward and demand for an enquiry. Mr. Pranab Mukherjee has taken up the charges to gain a momentum in this operation and fortunately, the Swiss authorities have finally agreed to extract information on tax evaders who have stashed away money in Swiss bank accounts. Both the countries have also begun to negotiate the amendment of the double taxation avoidance agreement in respect of the exchange of information. The finance minister said India would approach the Swiss authorities for specific information that would help the taxman crack down on defaulters while ruling out any frivolous enquiry or the so called fishing expeditions. This, clearly, can unearth a humungous scam and can spill a can of worms in the public.
So, its time the ministers and the actors and the so called society developers may very well panic and head for Switzerland to flush out the hordes of black money that they are suspected to squirrel away in Swiss banks. But a fear still lurks around, given the fact that India has a dubious record of disengaging foreign affairs midway, the huge time taken in completing these operations. A thought may also be spared of the reluctance of some our esteemed MoPs whose cash might be stacked in those banks too. But one thing is for sure. If this operation is carried out and carried out successfully, then it will be an achievement for the UPA government nearing its 150 days of completion in office.
But yes, plain facts related to the amount of wealth stored in the accounts or tax evaded wont do much apart from adding to the already corrupt mechanism which is rampantly practised in India and for which it is notoriously held by the rest of the world. Bring out names in the open, if you can, That will test the real mettle of India, its strong opposition and its power in the arena of global relations. It will also provide acceleration to the much controversial bofors scandal.
Ah delectable thoughts. Swiss cheese.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Drugged
I am what you think. I am not what you think. Thus, I exist
Song 1: Sau Dard (Jaanemann)
Friends were good. Of course, they were. But maybe I wasnt.
Have you ever listened to the tempo before the song "aaja main hawaaon mein..." from 'Yuvraaj' starts? When what sounds like a host of violins break into an orchestrated melody echoing of a distant land, untroubled by the corruption of modern life. That's what I call pure. Ya, Rahman is magic.
I miss a few people in my life. very much, sometimes. Some of them were my friends. Now I dont know what to call them. Its strange. Very strange. When I look back (Well I dont usually lest it spoils my present equilibrium, but still when I do) I dont find anyone in fault. Neither me, nor them. At the next moment, I take on the blame, sport an evil smirk, brush aside my past and switch off the song, which seduces my heart, the deep recesss of my mind, tantalizes me to a old forgotten kingdom and to my utter horror, creaks open the rusty but loyal lid and shows me the glimpse of the lurking worms, which I had thought to be dead long back. Its horrific for me and illogical. I know I am hated, loathed even but loved too.
Song 4: Dilli (Delhi heights)
I have always felt very close to this song.
"Dekhe yahaan kahin mausam badalte hue
Dekhe jazbein kai yahan patthar bante hue..."
Ya I get high on songs. Its like smoking hash or snorting cocaine. I have seen my friends with a lost look in their eyes staring through you. Have you ever felt the joy of being dead? Some songs transport you to a different time zone.The joy grips you and you are free with tears spraying out in confusion and ecstasy shouting out loud, getting transported to the 15th or 16th century Italy miles away from the uprising brewing in the hearts of people. It drugs you, captures you in a moment where you lose yourself in a sunflower field and in a clear moonlit night and I can give you another thousand examples. good ol'bollywood songs. Ya I love'em.
Song 6: O re paakhi( Khoya khoya chaand)
Nowadays, my friends fear that I wont stay in touch with them. Two days back when two of my friends told me to socialize more, to maintain friendship, contact and feared that I might not keep in touch with them, I was surprisingly jolted to such an extent that I could not control my tears. Flashes and scenes fluttered across my eyes, a scary roller coaster ride which I have taken in one gulp. Those sunny mornings, the dew on the grasses, the rolling thunder in the skies, the sodden crevasses of my treasure trove carefully archived in my mind.
I feel blessed to forget.
Songs and a good weather always dismantles me from my stance. As I notice an sms on my mobile, I am hurled back to reality. Fortunately. Usually I prefer not to be explicit in my blog. In fact, half the stiff mentioned above are bullshit and a figment of my imagination. I am not such a dukhi atma also! ha ha! Lolz ;)
(song **: Khwaja mere Khwaja)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Dekho baarish ho rahi hai
21 August 2009
Heavy Rains lash across the capital
It was a day when all the emotions and the heart wrenching feelings associated with the rains went out for a walk and we…never came back that day.
Delhi recorded 74 mm of rainfall in just 2 hours on Friday. And commuters like me were stranded in the city, clueless about how to reach home in the torrential downpour and the waterlogging, traffic jam, lack of transport, in short, the calamity that followed.
Here are some excerpts from the dampener of a day.
4.30pm: Howling is on full blast outside as strong winds lash on my office window and all of us queue near the window in disbelief and worry. Rumours travel in the department that Akshay has slipped and fallen while trying to run on the slippery road outside to return to the office. Meanwhile, in the congress headquarters, water seeps and literally pours from the ceiling, fans and from the AC vents also soaking the Sonia Gandhi photograph nailed on the wall.
5.30 pm: The rain recedes. But it’s a literal flood outside my office building. I set my mind clock to a late return back home. And I also leave the office a little before my schedule time.
5.45pm: Waiting for the bus, any bus in fact, Shuttling between both the sides of the road following the haywire diversion of buses from their usual routes due to a serpentine traffic jam near South Moti Bagh. I see my office colleagues leave one by one. And I envy the ones who are escorted by a car.
6.00pm: “Nahi saab. Dhaula Kuan ke wahan bahut jam hain”. A crisp 50 rupee note fails to lure the auto driver, thinking of petrol consumption and time-passenger efficiency ratio. Calamity. It seems diasater has struck. The sun peeps out after a dark afternoon. My mobile phone flies out of my hand, thanks to a push from a harrowed person in the bus stop. Nokia is a strong phone.
6.20pm: I start walking towards Outer ring road and after reaching there in 10 minutes I do get a bus to Dhaula Kuan. Thinking to compensate the disastrous ride which I foresaw, I called up my Dad and asked him to order a pizza for me.
6.45pm: the passenger standing on my left is carrying his dirty, wet and muddy pair of shoes in his hand and which is constantly brushing against my expensive formal trousers. Curses! Never ever I am going to wear formals to office during monsoon. I am not needing any support to stand. The passengers all around ma are quite supportive, physically. The bus is moving at a speed of 2 cms an hour. The only respite is the Salman Khan song blaring in the bus radio.
7:00 am: I reach Dhaula Kuan finally after what seemed like an endless ride. I would have been able to reach faster had I walked. An aerial view provided to me, while in the bus, atop a flyover made me witness an astounding sight. Below me were 3 or 4 huge flyover lanes, choc a bloc with car tops-a colourful sight but nevertheless threatening. And in front of me I could have an endless sight of cars honking away to glory.
7:15pm: Finally I board a chartered which was less crowded, although I did not get a place to sit. Again a Salman Khan movie, Judwaa, which was played on the Bus, accompanied me. I could not view the monitor though, due to the rows of heads in front of me, but the soundbox, poised near my sight was the only source of what I could follow from the film, assisted partially by my memory.
7:40pm: A dead duck! The bus has moved only around 3 to 5 inches on the last 30 minutes or so. I am crammed up again needing no support. My low back’s aching like mad. Dad calls me up and says they wont deliver pizza under a particular amount and no one else in my family eats pizzas. Mum says she has prepared Afghani chicken. Ahh at least something to look forward to.
8:00pm: The bus crosses the airport, where the roof shades had flown off, thanks to the gusts. And then it picks up speed and for the first time in hours, cool winds caress my face and I begin to feel a little comfortable.
8:30pm: In no time, I reach IFFCO chowk to my utter delight. Though the pain in the back is worsening. I tale a rick and head towards home after the end of a battling journey.
8:50 pm: Home at last!
I dedicate this account to those Calcutta dwellers, who constantly complain about the lack of proper maintenance in the city when it rains and also the poor traffic situation when it pours. Believe me, I have been also through that grime but Delhi is worse during the monsoon. The water level took hpurs to subside. Sewers overflowed. Traffic jams took everybody’s breath away. So the next time you complain. Go through this account before that.