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"I WANT TO BREAK FREE,
I WANT TO BREEAAK FREE"We live in patterns. Patterns that can give us a color we can belong to, a texture we can relate to. These small patterns start as monotonous routines that we quite sub-conciously tie ourselves to. We do not even realize by the time these small circular patterns start taking bigger leaps..they start conquering our minds, our thoughts and every decision we take..they start deciding what to love, hate & forget. I want to "break free" from them.
Break free and live free from inherited ideologies, forced concepts that mask us from reason.I want to be a pattern myself.
A pattern which would have all the colors but no shades. A pattern of an infinitely large painting that would speak all languages, belong to all races.I want to be a “Free Pattern”
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Insecurity, an often underhyped emotion most common to man gradually breaks him from the deepest corners of his mind. It makes him to do the unimaginable. He submissively gives in to forces around him and goes to the extent of creating virtual concepts he can look up to. He starts believing in powers of “the infinite’ to assure himself of a virtual security and also to reaffirm his own existential inferiority. He forms religion to show others the right path to this ultimate destination. Like as if the destination itself was not enough he keeps feeding his hungry imagination with rituals and superstitions to add to the foreboding of a Fantasy world.
Insecurity leads man to develop religous groups which they can feel a sense of security and understanding with. He is now no longer lonely. He has everything that he thought he wanted. Every small unique group calls God their own. They say “ His hand blesses only those who follow our cult”. But when he realizes He is not able to give him enough time, he goes to a nearby store and barters his next meal for a picture of GOD himself. A great deal I must say!!! But the catch in the deal is that he has to drop all ‘reasons’ and ‘logics’ and unquestioningly follow a routine designed for him by someone else. He often forgets the divine journey that he is on and gets overwhelmed by the magnitude of his cult. He cuts, kills and conquers to prove to himself and the world the dominance of his race.
I truly believe in the power of meditation and also truly disparage all religious customs. I strongly believe in the power of conscience to be greater than any supernatural power. For me, every religion is the true path to the inner-self in its pure form and a path to ultimate destruction in its commercial form. I do not and no one can deny the existence of an infinite power, an unbound energy above us. But, often people fall for the temptations that have been weaved around his stature.
Every religion teaches us discipline, self-realization, self-assessment however these attributes seem quite diminished under the mask of irrelevant rituals. The preachers do not give a damn about how deeply one has studied their religion, they only care about how blindly you follow their customs.
Although man has spun himself around a magnanimous web of complexities I am equally optimistic that our human race will have a better future considering that even half the people who waste their lives on hypothetical beliefs and unnecessary warfare dedicate their lives to realistic problems that we currently face.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Wandering, Aimless, Hollow fingers
Monday, March 12, 2007
I had always been intrigued by the very idea of poetry. Be it the deepest thought or the simplest truth, expression in verses makes our beings more reflective than the often direct and monotonous tone of prose. A poetry can mean different things to different people in different situations. Thats the beauty of it!! It takes us to a wonderland where we our the masters of our own imagination while words are a mere form of expression.
Alone I stand, Alone I fall,
The hand gives me direction, shows me light,
And one day, the hand speaks,
why we hope,
why we care,
And as I weave the mask of freedom thread by thread
Lives snatched apart, memories undead.
As i had said, i said
Shakespeare would be proudly smiling in his grave as Vishal Bhardwaj moves the greatest tragedy Macbeth to Mumbai’s underworld. However, the queens, the witches and the swords are replaces by adulterous mistresses, corrupt cops and flying bullets. Unlike other Bollywood movies Maqbool does not show people dancing around trees or snow clad mountains. It defenitely exceeds the defined lines of formula based commercial cinema with significant reverence. The confident screenplay keeps your attention right from the beginning not releasing you until the last reels have flashed.
Humour has been used very occasionally but in an extremely well concealed manner. Touches of humour, in the first half show Abbaji’s power over his kingdom. But, at the same time it also shows his love for his men and his much feared presence.
Abbaji played by Pankaj Kapur is a symbol of power. Kapur making a comeback to the big screen is seen in a tour de performance. Personally, this is one of the best performances by an actor in many years. His posture and well conceived posterior facial structure hold true to the character of Abbaji. At times, he reminds us of Marlon Brando in Godfather.
Irrfan Khan playing Maqbool takes us on an aesthetic ride, at times to the realms of reality. From Maqbool’s over vaulting ambition dominating his conscience to his love n lust for his lady has been shown with some epitomizing ease. Watch Irrfan in the last flashes of Maqbool breaking into moments of nothingness.
Tabu playing Abbaji’s mistress coming from Lucknow is seen in a dark role for the first time. Her sparkling performance manages to strike a balance between passion and hysteria. Both love and angst are a part of Nimmi shown simultaneously and that too quite incredibly. Undoubtedly, Tabu is one of the finest actresses of her generation.
Naseeruddin Shah and Om Puri sparkle with a scintillating performance of two corrupt cops. Both in extremely witty performances are shown as playing games with both the underworld as well as the police force. They are the Bhardwajian counterparts to the three witches of Macbeth. They predict the future and are always eager to maintain ‘Shakti Ka Santulan’. They constantly induce in Maqbool the ambition to rule, to conquer. They incult humour in every scene constantly reminding us of the dark side of the tale.
The screenplay by Bhardwaj and Abbas Tyrewala weaves your mind with some exhilarating scenes. However, towards the end Maqbool’s much expected death is dragged along and at this part the screenplay goes weak. The striking dialogues by Bhardwaj himself gives a soul to the movie, providing it a typical Bhendi bazaar touch. Bhardwaj has craftily managed to maintain the poetic reverence of each and every scene. Some of the shots are lyrical; even the violence is aesthetically treated and is never gratuitous. Abbaji’s house creates a timeless and mysterious feel. However, cinematographer Hemant Chaturvedi’s use of stark colours adds to the foreboding. Bhardwaj himself is the music director. Daler Mehndi for the first time does not sound like a squeaky rhetoric radio in his rendering of the Rubaru number.
Maqbool is defenitely a stroke of genius. There have been man interesting yet unreal trials on the underworld on screen like Satya, Vaastav, Company but this movie goes beyond gangwars, corruption, dons, policemen, politicians. Maqbool takes an overwhelming leap into the psyche of the protagonists, riveting out what guilt and its denial does to them.
Impermeable, heavy and dark ; Maqbool is highly recommended cinema.