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Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda

March 19, 2009

 

 

Saw the movie ‘Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda’ (Seventh Horse Of The Sun) and liked it, even along with the confusions that it left me with. It is directed by Shyam Benegal and is based on a novel of the same title by DharamVir Bharti. (that book I haven’t read though)

 

 

The movie clearly reminded me of Dharmvir Bharti’s typical style of writing (and credits are due to the Director); even his book ‘Gunahon Ka Devta’, which I read earlier, shows a similar anti-idealistic (not using the word realistic as it is necessarily positive) character of its main protagonist and heroines, and others. The script and its style of narration are such that the story is very open-ended, at all points, including the end, and hence, madly thought provoking. So much so that (more…)

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The blue-footed booby

March 15, 2009

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She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she’s always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she’ll never believe
And she’ll take what you give her, as long as it’s free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she’s always a woman to me

Oh–she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh–and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

 

And she’ll promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you’re bleedin’
But she’ll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she’s always a woman to me
She is frequently kind
And she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She’s nobody’s fool
And she can’t be convicted
She’s earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me.

~ Billy Joel, ‘She’s Always A Woman To Me’

of dreams and dares..

March 9, 2009

These are probably the most inspiring lines I’ve ever read..

रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,                                        night
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव होता है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।

जानता है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?
मैं चुका हूँ देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
और लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी
चाँदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।

आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज बनता और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।

मैं न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?

मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
और उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।

मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
बाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।

स्वर्ग के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।

~ रामधारी सिंह दिनकर

‘Song Of Myself’

March 8, 2009

look at these :)

look at these 🙂

 

 

‘Song Of Myself’

 

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and
self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,

They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of
owning things……

~ Song Of Myself, Walt Whitman

The lines in blue I find particularly beautiful.. 🙂