A Movie, That I Will Direct Will Be Something Like Something…

Title of the movie, I don’ know. I haven’t figured it out yet. A rock band, a fruit, a folk dress of Andalusia, a xylophone, a spaceship, extinct species, sound of sharks, the process of making wines, a nursery rhyme, a popular painting, a word from dictionary, billionaire’s son’s name or just a cap of a designer pen, could be the basis to decide a name of the movie. Or it could be one not mentioned in the list.

Cut to, the casting. Woah! Excited. Quite a few names are already popping up in my mind. But. But it is legends versus the aspiring and struggling actors. The stars of silver screen versus the stars in their peer group. My own favorites versus the opportunists.

But I want to make a super hit flick. One that will break all records. Completes all silver, golden, diamond, titanium jubilees et al. That’s for sure.

Now comes the indispensable part of the movie. How it will be? What will be the plot or the story? And yes, I have numerous options for it too. Some record breaking and award winning ideas. Some truly novel ideas. Some autobiographies. Remakes. Historical identities. Science fictions. Action-horror-comedy-thriller, not necessarily in the same order. And yes the blogs, the real life stories garnished with some masala, tadka, latkas and jhatkas. Or simply an online script-writing contest.

 I think that sounds good.

Tan-tan-la-la-hey-hey-ho-ho. No. I have not got insane. But just thinking about the music. The melodious tracks. The lyrics. The rhythms. And of course, striking the right chord. Because, I believe, it’s the music that an audience enjoys in a movie the most. It’s a way to reach to their pocket. Don’t take me wrong. I meant, the driving force to pull them to the theatres. And let me tell you one secret . Because I’m little nervous. Music is also my back-up plan. A hit music.

Actually, it gave me another idea. If my movie, god forbids, doesn’t work then I can make a music video. Using the same music for a music video. Recycling in a real sense. As we know that music is a universal language. So it will be a musical film.

I have suddenly started feeling busy. I am already up for my second project.

Now, I don’t know how to end this blog. Should I say THE END. Or TO BE CONTINUED… ( with other aspects of the movie like location, time duration, sets et al). Or A Movie, That I Will Direct Will Be Something Like Something 2…

Yeh sab jaise bachpan ka khel lagta hai.

Yeh sab jaise bachpan ka khel lagta hai.

Hastey they, gungunatay they,
Befikar,
Doston ke sang zindagi ke mazay loot te they.

Gali- gali me apni sharaton ke charchay they,
Aur har shikayat me, maa ke maar ke hissaydaar they,
Par, fir bahar khelte they,
Aur gharon ke sheeshay fir fateh karte they.

Badon ki har baat pe bhrosa kar baithtay they,
Aur fir doston ko wahi rai dia karte they,
Fir kuch baaton me hum bhi unse kum ni they,
Kyunki bachha hona , bachhon ka khel kaha hai.

Kahaniyaan, aur baatien khoob banana jantay they,
Mirch –masala daal ke,
kabhie hasaya aur kabhie daraya karte they
fir jab raat ko neend na aati,
to kuch kahaniyaan maa se sunke,
sapno me kho jaya karte they.

Ye sab jaise bachpan ka khel lagta hai,
Kyunki jo baday karte hai,
Wo hum bachhay kahan socha kartey they.
Sab se pyaar, sab pe bharosa, sab se dosti,
Hasi-mazaak aur thahakay baazi,
Rona, dhona aur jhooth –mooth ke naatak,
Khana-peena aur mazay karna.
Ab baday bhi shayad yahi kartay hain,
Par wo sab khud k liye kartay hain.

Bachpan shayad kisi ko yaad nahi,
Kynki jawaani ki kahaniyaan to,
Ab hum sab,
Akhbaaro aur tu news channel me dekh hi lete hai.

Shayad bachpan ke khel hi achhay they,
Khushiyaan zyada aur aansoo kam they.

it's a dry day!

it's a Dry day!      

It almost took twenty four hours,

To meet the paradise-like-peaceful sleep,

Eyes closed, entered the world of dreams,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, no dreams were available.

Things do not always work as per your whims and fancies,

Depressed, and burdened with a bad day,

I went to a comedy show to release the tension,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, no laughs were shared.

A peddler at the station sold me red roses,

Filled with love and emotions,

I went in search of a companion to be with her,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, my lover was missing.

Then, heart-broken, I remembered one place,

 God’s shelter,

With full faith that things will be fine,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, even god was on leave.

I am too shy to ask for it

Just stepped out from the prison of slavery,

Which is like everyday struggle to set myself free,

But yes those bucks make my mind fall apart instantly.

The world outside the entry gate,

Is any day seductive to make you fall for it,

Those buried thought blurbs,  reincarnated to unknown identity,

As if making you lose all burden you holded for long.

In the crowd at bus stand with strange look of belongingness,

Ah! There I see you in long curly hair,

Messing the thoughts with pink band in hand,

Enveloping the care, bottled in the red nail paint,

Rolling the heaven in that white glorious paper.

I forced my eyes to talk for my zipped lips,

Because lending me one drag of heaven won’t cost her much,

But my fingers, silent, talking among themselves,

To gesture you, that I am too shy to ask for the roll.

A million dollar smile, then made it all ok,

To gesture the approval on my companionship to heaven,

Coming close you made it too warm for me to just have it,

Because it’s the only chance to be with you tonight.

The stress that smoke released, and love that filled that space,

Well, my urge for a drag to break free,

I got over it, handcuffed with your love.

Your face in that smoke was now my heaven,

Unconvinced by the fact that,

 one drag can keep me close to you,

I am ready to be too shy to ask for it.

  

when you know everything

I can see it taking turns,

deceiving every landmark

to meet the unknown destination.

I know everything. I know everything.

I yelled your name, called you to return,

but you deceived my voice

to hear the unheard applaud.

i know everything. I know everything.

I swear on god you will regret your action

but this time,

god deceived me showing you the light of tomorrow.

I know everything. I know everything.

Now, i am following your foot steps,

deep inside, believed, we will  make it,

deceiving every taboo of the marathon

to live the pleasures of it.

I knew it. I knew it.

my creative CV.

my creative CV.