Sunday, May 28, 2017

Piku lessons

The language of films is crazy. The more subtle the shot is, the greater is its impact. Take for example, Piku. The central theme of the storyline is constipation. Right at the end, when the family doctor tells Piku (Deepika) that Syed (Jisshu) might also suffer from the same ailment, the whole context of constipation becomes clear. Rana (Irfan) speaks easy, works easy and shits easy.
Constipation in the film isn't a pun anymore. Constipation in Piku means Personality.
Interestingly, just as Amitabh enjoys his motion right at the end after suffering troubled bowel movement, I as an audience enjoy the timing of this subtlety! The film itself takes the course of its own constipation by choice only to reveal at the end what easy shitting feels like.
Does this subtlety change my life in any way? No, it doesn't. But it does exactly what it set out to do. It entertains me. It entertained me through the story at first. Then it entertained me through the performances and music. Now it entertains me by revealing its subtext. It is when the language of shots reach the audience, a film reaches its entirety.
I watched two movies today. One (Alien : Covenant) dealt with the everlasting question of what the purpose of human beings is in this universe and the other deals with the answer of this question. To shit freely! 
I wonder, as a human being, what really is my purpose or duty! No matter whether we think of ourselves as special or don't think at all, we are going to remain insignificant in the bigger scheme of things. Yes, we love to create. Whether that be a piece of biscuit or a piece of a space-suit or an epic or another human being, it is the fuel of creation that drives humanity. Even though I say we are insignificant in the larger frame, nothing can ever be greater in magnitude or longevity than human greed!
We covered the Earth with ourselves. May be we will cover the entire universe too. And then? Where will the future humans fit their greed when there is no space left? Well, they will fit it in themselves.
I wonder how deep we human beings are. We can bury our desires, anger, greed, love, knowledge all inside us and choose never to open those pages again!
The universe that you supposedly live in is smaller than you. And yet you search for your purpose in the outer universe!
My dear mankind, may be flying isn't the answer and diving is.
And you dive every time you sleep, every time you cut yourself off from the universe you see.
May be that's the only thing left for us to do. Sleep. Peacefully.

And the next morning the shit will be dope!

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Tunnels

Deep beneath the network of roots,
Bedrocks of suffocated nutrition
Lie the tunnels; treacherous, mysterious
Encircling themselves into an abyss
Where the truth takes shelter from the Sun
Only to be dug out in search of power.

Encompassed in a whirlwind of smoke
Where heat builds pressure with every thrust
These tunnels wake up again; sinister
In their ambition, possession, decision
To cradle the truth once more into oblivion
Only for the exhaust to release it into thin air.

And this is the air you breathe, intoxicating
In its vice-like grip, it blends into your blood
Thus are born the tunnels again; veins of mistrust
Changing colours from blue to grey to green
Slowly sinking the weight deep into the recess of the mind
O Human! Your truth is no longer meant to shine.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Communication Breakdown

The steak melted beneath his tongue and shut out the light. Real pleasures have always had this peculiar love affair with darkness. Rahul opened his eyes with the taste still lurking teasingly inside him. He took a sip of wine and let it run all around his mouth.

Tom : I have never seen anyone enjoy beef as much as you do!

Rahul : Yeah, I am a religious brahmin after all!

Tom : What's a brahmin?

Rahul : Oh that's just the Indian for hypocrite.

Tom : Why do you call yourself a hypocrite? I don't think you are one.

Rahul : I am not a hypocrite by action. I was born into it.

Tom : Dude, are you fucking with me on a beautiful Saturday morning?

Rahul : Absolutely not. I am teaching you about my country.

Tom : Okay. So can you explain how you are a hypocrite?

Rahul : No, I can't.

Tom made a face which made Rahul smirk.

Tom : What? You don't have anything to say and you're trying to act smart.

Rahul : Exactly. There's your answer.

Tom : How does Stella deal with you?

Rahul : Well, you really don't want to know.

Tom : Okay, but can you please explain your beef thing?

Rahul : It was sarcasm, Tom. India scans cow retinas.

Tom : What?

Rahul : Yes. A section, which our media calls "the majority", considers cows to be sacred. So you commit blasphemy when you have beef.

Tom : But isn't India one of the largest exporters of beef?

Rahul : Your facts are right and wrong. We are the joint largest beef exporters. But we export a lot of buffalo meat. I'm sure some cows slip in once in a while.

Tom : But you Indians don't get to eat it?

Rahul : For centuries now, my dear friend, India is happily sacrificing for the West.

Tom : What bullshit!

Rahul : No no. The shit stays there. The meat doesn't.

Tom : I get your point now.

Rahul : Stella gets me faster. That's how she deals with me.

Tom : So your religion asks you not to eat cows? Holy shit! Stays in India...

Rahul : I don't know. I had no idea religion could communicate.

Tom : You know what I mean...

Rahul : But do you?

Tom (annoyed) : Not again, please.

Rahul (smiling) : Yeah. This is what religion does. Communication Breakdown.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Cannibal

Rising flames are what you have been
Insatiable hunger simply trying to feed
Of me; Your tentacles gripping underneath
My soul, waiting to finish me off for eternity!

But O fool! I am your lust reborn
Running and exhausting myself
Along the track marks left by your neurons
And round and round we go until I'm done.

So kill me now and kill me again
I am the undead that you kill every Fall
Bathe the ashes in a disguise of camphor
And the camphor will turn into ash once more.

Bhalo koira baajao go dotara, sundori komola naache!

Deep in a forest where roots feed on lies
Where darkness hasn't touched penetrating light
Resides a pond of unforgiving hyacinth
Where some creatures by birth feed on parasites.

And that forest lies deep underneath my skin
Through each of these veins the hyacinths breathe 
As hatred digs deeper with its roots everyday
Your love is way too thick for the cannibal's teeth.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Taarer Shahor

Knata taar bnidhe ache podoksheper ranga aabhay
Swapner basa jekhane proti muhurte dhulishyat hoy
Sei shahorer boi er dokane ui dhora amar itihash
Jar mrityur ekmatro karon, jiboner nityonotun aghat.

Amar e shahor taar er shahor; boro priyo
Akash dhakte pare je taar er hingsro jongol
Nihswas rodh kore pran niye je lofalufi kore
Sei taar ei lata hoye beye othar prochesta antore.

Prarthana puroner bhagabanra kothao chole gechen
Hariye geche jogyer agune ghee e bheja pandulipi
Norom chamray gorom joler chnekar daag nei aj
Mishe geche mithyer saday satyir kalor gunaboli.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Bhrantir Neshay

Amar raat haway mishe jay
Jeno dudh aar nabajataker hriday
Sei hawar chnoya eshe lage
Unki jhnuki poloker dorgoray;
Nihsabde dorjay pa baray balika
Cycle ghontay prohor periye jay.

Bondhura porche hoyto porikkhar bhoye
Shirar taane akkhor; balok onker patay
Milche na hiseb, pache x minus beroy
Hay re! Milbe na aj, jed dhoreche bhrantir neshay.

Balcony; Chithi; Uttor; madokiyo prosroy
Haater lekha, banan bhul, bhoyer abhipray
Kolomer gaach, kalir doyat kichui agamir noy
Tai kobita gore uthche; bhrantir neshay.


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