Straight from my heart – Muddy E minor- (part-I)

Music has always been a mystical source of enlightenment and entertainment for a mind and soul that longs for realization. I feel music describes happiness of a heart and the sadness of a soul like no other form of art. It has the language that metaphorically connects to the soul of an individual and soothes the scars indented by this materialistic world.

Indian music has a number of layers that can hardly be argued on a mere blog page. The enormous and enriching resource of Indian music leaves me amazed every time I try to estimate its profundity. I am inclined to popular form of music. I prefer a form of music that promulgates hope for one and all, kind of music that speaks about life and its journey towards the ultimate truth. Indian folk music is one of those kinds.  My knowledge about the entire folk music culture of the country is limited and I humbly acknowledge that I know very little about their substantial growth and contribution to the Indian music. I would rather speak about the ‘Bauls’ of Bengal to assert a few philosophies about folk music of this region.

Baul Singer

The word ‘Baul’ came from a Sanskrit word ‘Vatula’ which means insanity or madness of the wind. These Bauls lives their life of renunciation from all the worldly desires and preach the message of love and God as they move around the world. They put heart and soul to their songs which have simple lyrics for one and all. Their music is very similar to sufi music as exemplified by Kabir.  They sing what they feel and their words along with their especially designed musical instruments and organs come together to provoke a tune as soulful as the first rain after the summers.

I shall key my thoughts and emotions about these musical magicians in mymotionpicture in three episodes. I would like to describe a few encounters with some of these Baul singers on the crossroads of my life. If you had a taste of their music, you know what I am talking about. If you haven’t, I must say that you are deprived of something so heavenly that their songs can explain.  I wish to present some of the immortal Baul songs created in this part of the world in the form of their popular versions recorded on electromagnetic medium in this section of my blog. I am doing a research on the evolution of Baul music in Bengal and its present position.

I expect to return in the second episode of “Straight from my heart – Muddy E minor” with some more facts and souls about these mysterious section of musicians who spend their entire life serving the art and perishing unnoticed on most of the occasions. I invite my readers to one of the famous Baul festivals that take place in Joydev Kenduli and experience the vibrant music and the captivating ambience.

'Ektara', 'Do-tara' and other string instruments including some flutes...

Till the time we unite again on this virtual world, I sign off leaving you with a documentary made by UNESCO on Bauls as a part of their Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity Project in the year 2008.



Development of authentic motion picture criticism in India…

A heading photo!!!

A section of the audience in every movie theatre prefers to appreciate the work of the film maker keeping the flavour of the film and the message conveyed by the film in mind. They can see through the scenes of the film and read between the lines written by the writer and as the movie comes to the climax, they develop a perception about the merit of the film.

How we see Indian cinema!

In India, criticism is hardly enjoyed, forget about appreciation. A critical appreciation of a film, music piece or any other piece of art always helps an artist to improvise his skills and diminish the unforced errors… However, constructive criticism in Indian films including the regional film industries was never encouraged. The result? A hell lot of poor quality films hitting the theatres every week and our taste for quality cinema is almost breathing its last breadths.

They ruled the Industry.

 What is Cinema for  you?

If you can answer this question without thinking, you will be able to evaluate the average quality of films made in India. A country where people die of starvation and kids hardly get the opportunity of primary education produces hundreds of films worth some billion shameful currencies! India never experienced a film movement like the ones in Europe. I feel that a mass movement was required to change the obsolete and paltry ideas. The entire conception of films, movies and cinema in Europe is different from what our so-called film makers think here in India. I am not speaking about the exceptions. We treat films to be a part of our entertainment. However, we hardly look for enrichment of ideas, thoughts and culture. We merely notice the art and the artist that took the pain to design that piece of entertainment. Film critics judge the success of a movie on the basis of its box-office collection. Had we read a few articles on European movies and their thoughts post world war-2, our notion about a “good film” would have been straighter and better. We the educated section of the audience are socially and economically responsible for this mass wastage of resources. We praise trash and we pay money to those people who make these trashes.

Crowds engrossed in watching a movie...

Our culture and studies are extremely limited when it comes to critical appreciation of a movie. We can easily understand that by comparing the standards of European movies in terms of its treatment. In India, film makers used to treat a story like a stage drama enacted in-front of a Camera. I know the statement give rise to a lot of other questions as well. However, if we start comparing the movies from an era of the late 50’s to today’s date, it is quite evident that European movies were far more advanced. We are the luckier generation as we get to know the views and perception of Indian film makers like Satyajit RayRitwik Ghatak, Shyam Benegal, Mrinal Sen, Girish Kasaravalli and some others. Their works were screened in various international film festivals. They had the taste of ‘real cinema’ and also were a part of the ‘film movement’, I was speaking about. Not with the European style but their works depicted the ideas and the culture of Italian Neorealist film movement, Russian futurist movement in visual art, French Impressionist Cinema, Soviet Parallel cinema and German expressionism. They practiced their form of art in Indian cinema abiding by the philosophies and views asserted by the leaders of these movements. These people tried to explain the various shades of cinema. Indian Film Education has started to see through their ideas and statements as far as film theories and film aesthetics are concerned. Indian film movements never shifted gears and lost their goals in between seasonal turmoils in the social, political and economic scenario of our so-called independent nation.

Two film critics in an auditorium in Europe. an old picture!

If we take the courage to look what’s happening beyond the seas, in the western countries, you will sadly realize that India’s contribution to this form of art is handsomely negligible! So, are we still nagging with our rich cultural heritage designed before centuries, or, are we ready to make a significant move to ensure that the people in the generations to come acknowledge this effort with a warm ovation. However, we are still waving the flag for commercial movies high up in the sky and getting entertained with what we call a package of happiness in the weekend.

Can’t we change our views and tastes for the betterment of this form of art? Can’t we stop producers who make mindless movies and name that entertainment? The answers are still pending. Revolution has various ends and edges. I stand by class of ideas and true culture which gives us the hope of progressive life in every sense.

A mymotionpicture presentation!

Voice your opinion about Anurag Basu’s “Barfi!”

Anurag's Barfi nominated for the Oscars..
Voice your opinion…

Capturing Expressions…

Aged couple beside a temple in Dhakuria, Kolkata
A love, measuring time and challenging society with mere aesthetic power!!!

The journey of love and necessity and the urge for existence gives us the courage to live this (sometimes wretched) life with ease and grace. My attempt to capture some expressions that gave me food for thought at various cross-roads of my life is humbly displayed here..

An old man selling apples near Lal bazar, Kolkata
They say, ” An apple a day, keeps the doctor away…”

Some more graduating perceptions gave me a sensible eye to see through the hearts of people in distress and suffering from a deep anguish in some or the other reason. I have displayed some of my work with lens and light in my facebook album as well.

Kites,  rooftop, Viswakarma puja, Kolkata
While the kites were sent to sky, a message of love is conveyed to the ones for whom you cry…

Crowning the wish of Chitrangada…

Lets say that one of the most enigmatic directors of the Indian cinema, Rituporno Ghosh started his journey in this particular film, “Chitrangadaa – The crowning wish”, from where he left his scripts in his earlier acting venture, “Memories in March”. The sensitive notion about sexual preference and choosing one’s identity is the subject of this movie. Rituporno Ghosh, armed with a vast knowledge in cinema, practical wisdom and a perfect insight about this section of the society crafted his story in a commendable screenplay. His direction was exceptional and the frames that comes and goes on the screen gives us a mesmerizing experience as far as watching an outstanding cinema is concerned. The narration and the present story including all the characters were wonderfully show-cased in the film. The experience and creativity of “Rituporno Ghosh” was quite significant in the entire movie. He dominated the sequences on every part of the movie and was quite successful.

A still from the movie..

The epic Mahabharata tells us a story about “Chitrangadaa”, who met Arjun in the woods during his term of exile and falls in love with the dashing archer brother among the Pandavas. She was the princes of Manipura and being the sole heir to the throne his father, the king of Manipura brought her up as his son. She used to dress like a man as well. However, Chitrangadaa was profoundly in love with Arjun and wanted to marry him. She discovered her wish to be like woman and defied her father to marry him. Rituporno Ghosh’s “Chitrangadaa” evidently takes some reference from the epic and also merges Rabindranath Tagore’s musical drama with the same title.

Mr. Anjan Dutt played a casual yet a very “close to my heart” character in this film. Jishu Sengupta (who plays Partho, a drummer) and Raima Sen (Kosturi, a dancer and friend of Partho) also steals the show with their skills and comforting screen presence. Jishu’s acting skills were beautifully highlighted by the director. Kudos! Rituporno, himself did a great job as an actor after “Memories in March”. He looked quite exhausted in some of the scenes which might be because of his age. Otherwise the makeup and styling was special as well. The screenplay is impeccable and I loved the switch of scenes that narrated the story about Rudra, a choreographer and director of a famous dance troop in Kolkata. He is an extremely talented person and professes a creative art form. He is a special person in all other aspects as well. He prefers an identity where he himself will be responsible for his sexual orientation and emotional boundaries. He and Partho falls in love with each other and at a dramatic quandary (which I thought was quite feeble a cause.), Rudra decides to go through a complete medical transformation to be the lady among the two. However, the film gives us some interesting insight of human psychology and describes the end of the story which is quite shocking as far as emotions are concerned and you can easily label the movie as a psychological tragedy.

The film deals with a minor yet significant section of our society who equally has the right to live a life like we do. The classy dialogues, metaphorical explanations (‘spiral staircase’ to site one example), arty references, incredible editing and some stunning cinematography provide the viewers a lot of pleasant feelings which are completely gentle, humane and at par with the taste of the modern creative audience. It is quite evident that Mr. Ghosh has designed this movie (listen how the director feels) like his own child. The hard work in-front of the lens and behind the camera along with the entire effort to convert an idea into a reality should be acknowledged with a round of standing ovation, No words will adequately do justice to define the movie, “Chitrangadaa”. It is more of an organic audio-visual experience than something that can be expressed in phrases and idioms. I would prefer suggesting it to all the film lovers of the country who wishes to watch something interactive in terms of emotion, drama, empathy and creative thoughts when they go to the theater.

My Rating:- 8/10… 🙂 and now you can watch the trailer as well…

Cast & Crew :

Director : Rituparno Ghosh
Producer : Shree Venkatesh Films
Story : Rituparno Ghosh
Cinematographer : Abhik Mukhopadhyay
Editor : Arghyakamal Mitra
Art Director : Indranil Ghosh
Assistant Director : Sanjoy Nag
Star Cast :
Rituparno Ghosh 
Jisshu Sengupta
Raima Sen
Anjan Dutt
Anasuya Majumdar
Dipankar De
Koushik Bandyopadhyay

Documentary on Tagore by Satyajit Ray

A documentary by Satyajit Ray on life of Ravindranath Tagore (Thakur) – the first non-European Nobel laureate (Literature, 1913). Narrated by Satyajit Ray. Some rare glimpses!

To back my last pressed document, “A tribute to Ray…“, I would like to post a documentary made by the man himself on Kobi-guru Rabindranath Tagore. His achievements in the Indian film Industry touched almost all the possible chords! Lets applause his works and compliment his visions with renewed enthusiasm!

Here goes the real documentary made by Ray…

A tribute to Ray…

An effort to materialize a vision, a dream and an imagination is reciprocated by one and all if and only if you have the courage to define the form of art that you want to profess, preach and practice. Cinema is a huge subject which tends to have its direct effects on my imagination and vision towards life. As an Indian citizen, I feel immense pride and pleasure to announce that a master of this art form was born in our country. He made his countrymen feel the pompous and gave them the opportunity to taste victory over their international counterparts in the field of cinema. India was marked in the map of International film industry after Satyajit Ray came into the picture.


The period was 1955; exactly 57 years ago the release of “Pather Panchali” marked the beginning of an era of “Neo-Realism” in Indian cinema. Satyajit Ray, son of the famous poet Sukumar Ray came to the fore front representing India and managed to earn a fair bit of respect in the World of cinema. Over the next four decades his work was praised and acknowledged by film critiques and general mass all over the world. He is rightly regarded as one of the finest film-makers this world ever experienced. Even today, he continues to be an inspiration for all the upcoming film makers of this country. He still holds the most respected position as an Indian film maker in the international film circuit. He was truly the master of this art.


Ray was one of the prolific writers that Bengal and India had. Apart from his achievements in the world of cinema, he wrote many novels. Short stores, essays on cinema and his views about Indian and foreign films. His articles were a treat for the readers and his work for children remain etched on your mind. He worked his way out in between immense constraints and defeated physical and material causes which were hindrances to his creative work. His dedication towards work and his urge to excel helped him to overcome every odd situation that came through his way.

In this post, I hardly have the opportunity to speak something which will really imply and describe his enormous popularity and his huge credibility in the field of art and culture. However, I would like to dedicate my blog, my wishes and my dreams to this man and expect to be a part of his vision which actually gave him the courage to stand out from the crowd and leave an autograph on the minds of every Indian film lover. I would like to demonstrate life with pictures which have motion and my-motion-picture depicts every bit of his struggle towards excellence, failures that taught him lessons, success that made him urge for more and accolades that made him an institution in the field of cinema.

When Nature Interact…

When Nature Interact...

Have you ever felt like this before?
You are standing alone and the wind whispers in you ears, you can so easily make out what those flowers on the roof-top tub wants to convey and it becomes so evident that you are in love. You are in love with this beautiful world!
I have always wanted to live a life full of holidays in such a way that my span in this world is marked as a vacation forever! Wish to be the closest neighbor of tranquility and peace! I wish this world never see hatred and learn the language of love from these neighboring beauties.

Mindless Memoirs to Mandarmani!

Sometime in Sept, 2009, 0400 hrs…:

The onset of dawn was trying to prove its presence through the thick Casuarinas (Jhau) shrubs; a pleasant breeze was disturbing her hair as she was trying to find the sea. I still had my shades on but felt that it was too dark to discover something even from a handshaking distance. Well, my eyes were not infected but they would still tell you that I should have stopped drinking a bit earlier last night. The entire trip was extremely musical for all my friends and I just woke up a few minutes back realizing that we were destined to see this wonderful morning in a place named Mandarmoni (163 km from Kolkata and 14 km from Digha) which was recently discovered as one of the most divine and secluded sea beaches in West Bengal…

As we head towards the sea and the sun tries to make its presence feel in the eastern corner of the sky, I was mesmerized with the beauty of the road that leads us to the Bay of Bengal. Leaves of casuarina trees cast a spell of enchanting an atmosphere with the help of the sea breeze and made me all the more intoxicated with the spirit of NATURE and its amazing creations. I asked my friends, ‘why didn’t we come here before?”, only to realize that they hardly listened to what I said.

As we entered the beach, the slit-colored sand welcomed us with a resigned disposition. The Sun was still playing with the waters of the sea as if the night was not enough and some romantic mischief s was still left. The calmness of the sea was extremely divine and captivating to my eyes and it played some unstrung chords that hardly evoke emotion in the mind of an urban traveler like me! It is said that you’ll always find something to relate when you don’t intend to do so. I had no other options but admit my lungs to the freshness of the morning sea and the saline wind embraced me with so much love that I closed my eyes, I don’t know for how long!

“Babu, chaa”, a husky voice behind me disturbed my meditation and I almost grabbed the hot earthen cup (a vaar as you would say in Bengali) without looking at the person. The beauty of the sea was relentless and the secluded sea beach was making it all the more enchanting. While walking along the waters of the beach, I asked her a few questions about Life and modes of Living that are so hasty and tedious at times that we hardly look back. Well, I used the female pronoun twice here for my Wife Anusua or Anu as I would call her with affection. We saw our friends holding their partner’s hand and strolling around as if Leisure was just “US”. I understand the hectic schedule we all have to cope up with and now when we are in the lap of nature. Looking at the watch would be a crime!

The couple that stood out!

1000 hrs…:

The cottage we were in had almost all the amenities that satisfy our city whims and needs. The air condition was seeming like a demon who wants to steal the innocence of the morning breeze, the television a superlative Idiot and the bed was nowhere cozy than those sands on the beach, As you can feel I was dying to go to the sea again. I did.

The fisherman and his wife, I saw them undoing their nets to calculate their share of luck for the day. I, Surojit and Tribikram were fascinated by the wooden boats that we saw in the distant waters this morning, now, so close to us. The virginity of the beach was obvious when we saw as few as ten to fifteen people hovering around the entire beach. I felt as if we own the sea and all the waters are my slave coming to the shore to bid me welcome! I accepted their greetings and dived. Love for the sea was the result of childhood crush, I presume. However, it never gave me a pleasure like the waters were providing me then. My soul was drenched and my lips were salty while I saw the blue sky and felt time subliming! I knew we had very little time to spare and still wanted the time to stop and watch us romancing the mud and the raging waters. But you know I hardly had the courage to defy my throat’s urge for the coconut water. I was the last one to receive them yet I was not the last one who was drinking them!

1800 hrs…:


So much to describe that James Reeves who wrote, “The Sea is a hungry dog, Giant and grey. He rolls on the beach all day. With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws Hour upon hour …” seemed meaningless and shallow. I thought the sea was ever enchanting, Lucid and green. It always lets you feel how the trauma you just received has so much less to do with the real you. The love and affection meant by every touch of Anu was synonymous with the sand smeared shells that lay on the secluded beach! The headlights of the Car and my camera gave us the opportunity to preserve these memories, and I still have goose bumps when I see that video or the snaps taken on the whole trip!

The wind still made some distinctly delightful sounds that one could appreciate the peculiar nature of the sea breeze only if one sat on its shore on a full-moon-lit night. The smell of the air had toxins and silence was epitomized by the “srr-srr” of the waves!

Coconut -ing my thoughts!

He appeared in the middle of it all.

It’s difficult to describe the meaning of his arrival. He was a boy who would sit by the sea and wait for his father’s boat to arrive. The alluring sea sends him shells that no one in this world possesses and his childish pride showed us those priceless possessions with utmost attention. They were no more just mere sea shells but each one of them got transformed into a piece of art. We were really amazed by the show pieces that this kid created out of nothing! I imagined how he would look at the clouds over the sea as some shrines of far away places and made these wonderful pieces of art. Surojit offered him some money for a certain show piece and the boy snatched it from him. I remembered my childhood and how a bag full of stones and dilapidated colored glasses were my koh-i-noor (s). We all spoke to him and suddenly he ran, responding to a distant feminine cry!

2200 hrs…:

The sea was bidding us goodbye and a nostalgic script is all that we could present it on the beds of the sand. I wrote a letter to the sea that I am going to tell the world about her beauty and enigma that boiled my city-life-fatigue and gave me the vigor to get back and cherish life as it was always beautiful and will always be!!!

Signing off from the land of the amazing kid shell artist, six of us headed towards the highway!!!

Barfi – Sept. 2012

Anurag Basu — a filmmaker inherently gifted when it comes to visual imagery and metaphor does it again and the young RK does very strongly indeed with this Chaplin-tribute role, bestowing his character with heart every step of the way. To paraphrase the radio hoarding seen in nostalgia-tinted Darjeeling, Anurag Basu’s Barfi, “sets the standard.”

A must watch for all movie lovers… My rating :- 9/10Image

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