Those sixes… Poetry in Motion!

Ah! Those sixes
Sailing into the crowd
They made my day, my night too
Sailing into the crowd

Sweet revenge
Of a day gone bad
A memory I wish I never had

They sailed then too
They sailed today as well
I got them on the mainstream today
They got me on the filler.. well..

We saved the back.. back then…
We packed the punch today…
And so my blow seems bigger
The job was better done today

I said then – God it ain’t fair
I need my chance too now!
Oh my son!, God said – here is your turn
Make the whole world bow!

Some heaves, some cuts
Some classical lofts
Some outside in, some inside outs

Higher and higher, and a touch little higher
‘fore sailing in the crowd

My wait weight behind a few of them
My elegance marking some
Some brutal in their execution
Excitement marking some

I had no brawl back then
But a joker made me lose my cool
The king.. oops.. joker got slammed for one
Bawling on the full

The last one too.. the seventh heaven
Was just to please the crowd
And up she went, like a twinkling fairy
Sailing into the crowd…

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थकान… Fatigue

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एक थका शरीर,
एक थके हुए िज्स्म की थकी तहरीर,
ईक थकी हुइ कहानी के थके िकरदार,
थकी थकी सी िफ़ज़ाओंं में बेनूर से रंग िबखरे हुए
जैसे थके हुए मौसम की खबर सुनाती हुई ईक  थकी हुई सी आवाज़
बहोत दूर से आ रही हो
कुछ ऎसी ही थकी हुई, ठह्री हुई रूह से िमलने को
जब ईक और थका हुआ िजस्म आता है
ईक थकी हुई आहट पैदा होती है
ईक थका हुआ एहसास मुकम्मल होता है

A tired body,
and the tired handwriting of a tired existence
like the tired characters of a worn-out story
like the colorless colors of a tired life
like the tired voice of the bearer of a fruitless season’s news

And so.. when a tired, drained out soul like this
meets another tired one
You can hear the footprints of a tired walk
You can feel the pulses of a tired emotion..

Tanhai

ईतना थक जाउंगा आइने से बातें कर के
क्या खबर थी की तन्हाई यूं खाली होगी

केहते हैं वो िक तन्हाई नहीं होती खला
िफर मेरा ईश्क, तेरी सोच ही ज़ाली होगी

चंद अफसाने, कई चेह्रॆ, और दो नम आंखें
गमज़दा दौर की कुछ और सच्चाई होगी

Inta thak jaoonga aaine se baatein kar ke
Kya khabar thee ki tanhai yun khali hogi

Kehte hain wo ki tanhai nahi hoti khala
Phir mera ishq, teri soch hi jali hogi

Chand afsaane, kai chehre, aur do nam aankhein
Gamzada daur ki kuch aur sachai hogi..

One of my all-time favs

A ghazal that I dont have the MP3 of.. and I have been desperately searching for it..

Movie: Mammo (1994) Director: Shyam Benegal

Farida Jalal is awesome in this movie. and this song is just pure simple awesome!

 

Lyrics –
ये फ़ासले तेरी
गलियों के हमसे तय न हुए -२
हज़ार बार रुके हम
हज़ार बार चले -२
Ye faasle teri galiyon ke, humse taiy na hue… Hazar baar ruke hum, hazaar baar chale…

ना जाने कौन सी मट्टी
वतन की मट्टी थी
नज़र में धूल, जिगर
में लिये गुबार चले
Na jaane kaun si mitti watan ki mitti thee, nazar mein dhool, jigar mein liye gubar chale
हज़ार बार रुके हम
हज़ार बार चले -२

ये कैसी सरहदें उलझी
हुई हैं पैरों में -२
हम अपने घर की तरफ़ उठ
के बार बार चले
ye kaisi sarhadein uljhi hui hain pairon mien, hum apne ghar ki taraf uth ke baar baar chale
हज़ार बार रुके हम
हज़ार बार चले -२

ना रास्ता कहीं ठहरा,
ना मंजिलें ठहरी -२
ये उम्र उडती हुई
गर्द में गुज़ार चले
na raasta kahin thehra na manzilein thehrin, ye umr udti hui gard mein guzaar chale..
हज़ार बार रुके हम
हज़ार बार चले -२
hazar baar ruke hum hazar baar chale…

ये फ़ासले तेरी
गलियों के हमसे तय न हुए
हज़ार बार रुके हम
हज़ार बार चले
ye faasle teri galiyon ke humse taiy na hue, hazar baar ruke hum hazaar bar chale

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Scenes from Yesterday’s Match…

I am true Indian Cricket fan! I have strong emotions every time India wins a match. I have strong emotions every time India loses a match. I can enter into fierce arguments about Tendulkar, Dada, Dravid & Co. I would like to be the judge on shows like “Match ka Mujrim kaun” or wotever crap every news channel dishes out. And thats precisely the reason why I don’t blog about cricket too often. Management Consulting, if nothing else, teaches you to be consistent. And my passion for the game is hardly rational, making my arguments hardly consistent! 😉

Now, why am I writing this post? Because, I loved the last 9-10 overs of the match that I saw yesterday. Yeah! I was lucky yesterday to have got the final 9-10 overs to see! 🙂

And I won’t be writing about the great scoreline, amazing batting performances, Yuvraj’s bowling, and things like that. I just loved three scenes at the end of the match –

1. Yuvraj came running towards Uthappa after he had scored the winning runs. And the sheer joy on his face, his excitement, and his feeling of relief were unmatcheable. Thats not something that you see everyday.

2. Dravid welcoming/congratulating everyone at the stairs. I don’t know how many people noticed Dravid-Uthappa scene. Uthappa’s body language was one of a warrior who had just won a big battle, and at the same time, it was shouting – “See! I did it. Do you believe me now?”. Now, both Dravid and Uthappa play for Karnataka and Dravid would probably be the biggest believer of Uthappa’s abilities, whatever they are. But it was one of the longest hugs I’ve seen recently and a hug that was seeking reassurance from the captain.

3. A BEAMING Sachin Tendulkar talking to Artherton. It was pure happiness on his face. I love those faces. Its difficult to reach that state of mind when you don’t feel anything but happiness. I think Sachin was there. He was “Happy”! Good to see that, isn’t it. It automatically increases your longevity as a player.

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Theatre Review: Munshiji Ki Gudgudi

I watched Munshiji ki Gudgudi, a play based on stories written by Munshi Premchand, performed by Ekjute – Nadira Babbar’s Theatre Group. Now, as an author, Munshiji needs no introduction as one of the greatest writers of Hindi Literature, one of the biggest proponents of Progressive Literature of his times, a man with rock-solid hold on the nerves of Indian society, especially the middle class and rural families. What we often miss while reading his serious satirical works, is the immensely witty and humorous side of his personality, as can be seen in some of his stories.

This play is a set of four short stories – Darogaji, Bade Bhai Saheb, Rasik Sampadak and Aansu ki Holi. With the exception of the last one, the first three can be put in the genre of comedy. The last is a quintessential Munshiji story with sarcasm, messages, comedy and a dash of rustic brilliance.

Darogaji – It’s the story of a daroga (inspector’s) encounter with the husband of her ex-lover, when the old flames are being reignited at her house. This particular story had five major characters, of which the protagonist (Darogaji) performed average, while most of the other characters (barring the lover’s husband) were below average. The performances seemed very loud at times. However, the narrative and the underlying plot are quite hilarious, which saves the play. And this can be considered true of almost all the stories – average performances, some hilarious moments, good narrative.

Bade Bhai Saheb – This particular story will always suffer with the problem of comparision. The last I saw, it was a part of Katha Collage-I, where Naseeruddin Shah and team performed this story. The performances of Jameel and Imaad, under the direction of Naseer had taken the play to glorious heights. However, this particular version, directed by Sanjay, was hugely influenced by Naseer’s version. The body language, the histrionics, the actor’s way, the narrative – it all seemed to be a desperate attempt to ape the protagonists of Naseer’s version. While the lead actors did put in a good show, the younger brother seemed out of place, since he did not look younger than the older brother. More importantly, when a 13-14 year old is narrating the story from his viewpoint, his playfulness and body language go hand-in-hand with the way he looks. This is why cast selection is extremely important to the success of a play, movie, sitcom.

Rasik Sampadak – Good one. About an old magazine editor, who is a widower finding solace in the company of women. It’s about the editor stretching his imaginations to such extent where he paints the picture of a woman in his mind based on some mindlessly sensuous poetry written by her, only to find himself in a rather embarrassing situation once she actually lands at his office. In this particular play, the protagonists were quite good in terms of performance.

Aansuon ki Holi – The last one, probably the best (but the least comic) was a story dripping with Munshiji’s style and substance. A strong satire on the people who stretch festivities to such level where they forget what real occasions in life are. They forget the values that they stand for and the reason these festivities exist in our lives. The story is about a certain individual who does not celebrate any festivity (such as Diwali, Holi, etc.). However, now that he is married and his brother-in-laws are visiting him on Holi, he has a tough time warding off the threat of being submerged in the holi colors. The story takes a sudden towards the climax where Srivilas (the protagonist) explains why he stopped celebrating festivals. Good performances overall in this play as well.

Few global comments about the play(s) – I think the cast selection could have been better. There were places where you could see the role of protagonist being played better by one of the other guys. In almost all the plays, the directors chose to be the lead themselves, which I think is a serious mistake when you are young and amateur. My guess is that it becomes increasingly difficult to monitor the overall setup unless you stand outside and have a look.

The second flaw was the lighting and stage setups, which was far from being optimally utilized in many cases. Even in a play like Bade Bhai Saheb, where the distinctions between the older and the younger brother are quite clear, a stage contrast should/can be created to highlight the difference in people/ideologies. But then, what do I know about theater after from being a loyal visitor.

The third flaw was the duration – Unless you are sure why a story should be a 20 minute story or a 30 minute story, you should not stretch. One got a feeling at times that the play could have been shortened a bit at certain places, and delved deeper into at certain places.

The biggest positive – it’s a play directed and enacted by young theater enthusiasts who are still learning the trade. If they are able to do this good a job so early in their learning curve, I am sure they will become good theater personalities.

The other big positive is the choice of stories. Its difficult to find stories that fit your sensibility as well as your style of narration. To that extent, I think the team had done a good job.

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