Saturday, January 26, 2008

A Flying Kiss

Today was some kind of a seclusion,for me.no college,messages cost dearly..!!! so had to abstain from that,and needless to say everybody else felt the same way,and i didn't receive any either. as usual i started to think about myself,and others in myself.21 years is a long time,and add to it the 8 different institutions i went to in 5 different states, it's been one long itinerary.i wondered where that school bully atul is,that joker mahindra,that fat aditya,that 's' prerana(i don't even remember their surnames now),all lost to me now. that slender thread of acquaintance... it snapped as soon as our ways parted.am not complaining, i don't need them and neither do they need me,and moreover its even more stupid to try to sustain it for the sole reason that we happened to go by the same auto for 2 years and nothing ever since.i just sort of am curious to ask.. him if he still jerks his head while answering,if that blue friendship band is still with her,if mamta kulkarni still is his fav actress,if he still thought 'p' liked him more than me,would he blush if i remind him that he wanted to propose to 'a' way back in 6th ..if she still touches her ears when she says sorry..those little idiosyncrasies,trivial details, that made up their and part of my life then, to find in them a shared joy evoke a oh-so -innocent- feeling..all i would want to say is au-revoir and bon-voyage

Thursday, January 10, 2008

HOT sympathies

I was listening to FM today morning, and I have this habit of picturising/visualizing (flashes upon that inward eye ;) a la daffodils) whether I am reading a novel or listening to a song, and this was an old song,I had never heard before, it was a duet, with lata at one end and am not sure of the male play back singer at the non strikers’ (watching too much cricket u see)
And it was a typical bollywood romance song, rain song I guessed, with the lyrics being extremely descriptive.
The heroine says” my dupatta stuck to me, rain kissed me and I trembled with desire”
And then the hero says” you yawned thus and I felt …”
Now which human in her senses would yawn when she is getting soaked head to toe in rain and dancing…beats me….Om Shanti Om.
We will come back to it some other time. That was not what I was trying to tell u.
Now my imagination is not only wild but realistic and holistic also, so I also tried to picturise lata mangeshkar evoking those emotions while singing in a closed, recording room with music directors and orchestra accompanists all senior citizens needless to say.
I wonder where these singers look for inspiration. Let me clarify, the hero can actually see the heroine, feel her and therefore INDULGE himself and u know.. get those APPROPRIATE expressions, but poor playback singers!!.in order that she sings that seductive song, she first would have to feel that she is trying to seduce somebody and then go on to sing it in that mood.
If that is the case of singers for 5 min of rubbish, imagine the case of dubbing artists who lend their voice to the entire film, imagine their plight, when they have to lend their voices to some intimate scenes ( much to familiar to all of u and better not elaborated here ).technically speaking isn’t that a tough ask…

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Bliss(ed) -Blessed

not long from now,u might choose to say goodbye,I'll try and bring a smile upon myself then,but lets not think that ahead,while the road is so beautiful now.i try to identify the road we are passing through,they call it different names..u see.most are commonplace, some i disbelieve ,some i am not sure of,and the rest are too sweeping a generalization to make,so i decide not to look for answers,not for the fear of disappointment,but for the sheer risk of it..why worry about itinerary, when you are so cheerfully busy walking...
i thought solitude was bliss. that is, until you came bye...