I come back to my signature topic, “senseless Indian films” once again after punishing my brain and mind with a so called motion picture named Zila Gaziabad! Believe me folks, I don’t care if I misspell the name of the director or the producer or anyone associated with the movie. Spending an odd 20-30 crore …
At 90, The director had recently got an invitation from a leading private bank offering him money to make films. “Money is not a problem for me. The bank said we could fund projects worth upwards of Rs 5 crore. I told them I can make six films with Rs 5 crore,” Sen said.
A young man completes his degree in Physics from Scottish Church College, Calcutta and then becomes a journalist. Political backdrops and unseen personal clashes drive him out of the city and compel him to be a medical representative and medicine seller in an unknown land. He comes back to his city to take up a job of a sound technician in Calcutta and then the story begins. The journey through which Mr. Mrinal Sen took us, the film lovers of India, instigated and regularly echoed his struggles and frustrations about the fake and senseless culture of Indian cinema.
He believed in the art and realized its mass appeal. He wanted to tell stories in a different way. He tried to cause worries and also supplied means to tackle them. India has wasted many years after his efforts were fizzing off. He is 90 years old now and his dreams are…
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If there is a way to promote World peace, go back and love your family. - Mother Teresa. The pictures in this album depict some of the unseen yet so candid emotions of human beings in various parts of this wretched planet. We prefer calling it the world. But isn't it a hypothesis after all??? …
Logically Disputing Stories…
An accolade or a tribute to the great film maker and one of the pioneers of Indian parallel cinema, Mr. Ritwik Ghatak seems like a forced act to me right now. I do not know, for how many nights he stayed awake and for how many days he starved out of frustration, although I know how his works gives me a vision. I know how terrible my future will be if I do not take lessons from him. Very irrelevant at this point! However, I urge for a patient read…
Born to a family with poets and play-writers around him, Ghatak grew up watching the sufferings of common men as they migrated to the newer Bengal. His cinemas based on the city outskirts like “Meghe Dhaka Tara” or “Subararekha” spoke a lot about the refugees and the ill-treatment they received from their own realm…
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Some thoughts get reciprocated before expressing and some wait for their entire life…
It is difficult to assess a film in India. It is even more difficult to assess a good movie in India. I am writing this with the hope that whoever reads this, understands life.
Indian movies get released in theaters and then after a while DVDs hit the market. I watched Dutta vs. Dutta thrice in the last few days and realized some of the key factors that differentiate a well made film from something that we call commercial movies. I call them senseless though!
Should I do an assessment then? I am not a film scholar, although I religiously love films. So, what I would like to portray in this “What I wrote” section is Life as it seems to us and to the man who made Dutta vs. Dutta. Yes, I am talking about the national award-winning director Mr. Anjan Dutt. He has depicted life…
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Into the shadows of green meadows/ i shall wait for thee..
Into the light of lovely fights/ I shall read the verse of thee…
Sweet, sweet you are and I am
as two droplets of dew
approaching a precipice
of molded love, and we shall be!
Today silence moved in
as scenery of curves to my bed.
Is that the brightness of your eyes
walking on my chest?
I allowed and let enter
your dreams to my site,
getting used to the blushing
from your pale cheeks.
Tomorrow an Ivory Moon
will sing a serenade for us
and at the rumor of her fury
we will let go into the wind…
Dulce, dulce eres y soy
como dos gotas de rocío
acercándose a un precipicio
de amor moldeado; y seremos!
Hoy se mudo el silencio
como paisaje de curvas a mi lecho.
Es ese el brillo de tus ojos
paseando sobre mi pecho?
Me dejo y dejo que entren
tus sueños a mi recinto,
acostumbrándome al rubor
de tus mejillas pálidas.
Mañana la luna…
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We watch movies in theatres and now we have multiplexes to cater our pride and beat the hectic city schedules. But, have we sold our logic and reason to some unknown sheriff from a distant land or are we relentlessly poised to receive whatever trash we are subjected to? The answer to the question seems rhetorical. …
The stories that I want to tell, especially as a director, don't necessarily have a perfect ending because, the older you get, the more you appreciate a good day versus a happy ending. You understand that life continues on the next day; the reality of things is what happens tomorrow. -Drew Barrymore
An accolade or a tribute to the great film maker and one of the pioneers of Indian parallel cinema, Mr. Ritwik Ghatak seems like a forced act to me right now. I do not know, for how many nights he stayed awake and for how many days he starved out of frustration, although I …