The famous writers (can't use their names to publicize my words) are not my role-models. So, I don't give a shit about lecturing on principles, duties or ways of life. I write to bring out my frustrations- about women, men, men with women, women with men, the notion of love, the practice of hate- more or less anything that is pro/anti-life.
There is a world that I see, with my eyes. My vision makes me talk and my voice creates your noise.
I'm the actual guilty and I seek forgiveness for your sins those you're unaware of.
Okay, that's it.
Anyway, there is a purpose for this post. Let me, then switch to my world.
The purpose is to blast a comment (made by a revered Film-maker on a Film-star).
What have I done in my life? How much of the language of films do I understand? Well, yes, the answer to both the questions is probably "nothing".
I might just not understand your language but I do understand your bias. I haven't seen your films, so I can't comment on them.
But there is one other film maker whom I never dare question. There is a film of his I never dare raise a finger at. .. And the film stars a man, who blessed the Bengali film industry with his presence.
Your statement that he lacked intellectual depth makes me question your depth as a film-maker. I find it blasphemous even that you said he shouldn't have been cast in a specific role, which by far was his best performance!
At the end of the interview, you said that you wonder what people's reaction would be to your films and you when you won't be here. I ask you Sir, why does it matter? Why does it matter what people say even now? They might praise you, disagree with you, but is it more important than your own world that you have created for all this time?
"But my words, like silent raindrops fell "
Yes, Sir, there is the Sound of Silence. You should start searching from now on.
## Okay, readers! Thank you for being with my article till now. No, I am not going to reveal any name. But since you gave your valuable time to my words, you need to be awarded.
Here's your present :
The poem below.
There is a world that I see, with my eyes. My vision makes me talk and my voice creates your noise.
I'm the actual guilty and I seek forgiveness for your sins those you're unaware of.
Okay, that's it.
Anyway, there is a purpose for this post. Let me, then switch to my world.
The purpose is to blast a comment (made by a revered Film-maker on a Film-star).
What have I done in my life? How much of the language of films do I understand? Well, yes, the answer to both the questions is probably "nothing".
I might just not understand your language but I do understand your bias. I haven't seen your films, so I can't comment on them.
But there is one other film maker whom I never dare question. There is a film of his I never dare raise a finger at. .. And the film stars a man, who blessed the Bengali film industry with his presence.
Your statement that he lacked intellectual depth makes me question your depth as a film-maker. I find it blasphemous even that you said he shouldn't have been cast in a specific role, which by far was his best performance!
At the end of the interview, you said that you wonder what people's reaction would be to your films and you when you won't be here. I ask you Sir, why does it matter? Why does it matter what people say even now? They might praise you, disagree with you, but is it more important than your own world that you have created for all this time?
"But my words, like silent raindrops fell "
Yes, Sir, there is the Sound of Silence. You should start searching from now on.
## Okay, readers! Thank you for being with my article till now. No, I am not going to reveal any name. But since you gave your valuable time to my words, you need to be awarded.
Here's your present :
The poem below.
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