Telephone Main , hazar bandishen lagaati hoon khud par Lajim hai, khud ko yakeen dila Phone karti hoon, Dil ki dhadkan ke shor ke beech, Sunayee deti hai tumhari aawaz... Tum, jo nahin kehte woh sunayi kyon deta hai? Lafzon ki bandish, saansoon ka thehraav, aawaaz ki
laraz Kitnee baten karte hain ye sab Aur woh jo mujhe kehna tha? Tumne suna na? ~Vinny
कभी कहा नहीं तुमसे... हर आने जाने वाले के ज़ेहन को, कुरेदा है मैंने, कोई जानता हो तुम्हे, किसी ने देखा हो कहीं, कोई मिल जाता हो तुम्हे सुबह की सैर पर, किसी के साथ शाम के बोझिल वक़्तों को, रंगीन किया हो तुमने, कोई तो हो जो तुम्हे छू कर गुज़रता हो... कहीं से तो कोई आहट आये.. घर की ओर आती उस तनहा सड़क को, बरसों टटोलती रही हूँ मैं, बेवजह .. कभी कहा नहीं तुमसे, कहती भी कैसे.. विन्नी २४/८/१४
Kabhi kaha nahin tumse... Har aane Jaane wale ke jehen ko kureda hai maine, Koi janta ho tumhe , kisi ne dekha ho kaheen, Koi mil jaata ho tumhe subah ki sair par, Kisi ke sath shaam ke bojhil waqton ko, rangeen kiya ho tumne, Koi to ho jo tumhe choo kar guzarta ho... Kaheen se to koi aahat aaye... Ghar ki oar aati us tanha sadak ko, barson tatoltee Rahee hoon main, bewajh... Kabhi kaha nahin tumse, kehtee Bhi kaise... -Vinny 24/8/14
Confessions first… I love the
idea of Singham, the idea of an honest police officer using the system to beat
the living daylights out of those abusing the law and duping the people!!!
That love must be a vestige of my
innocent childhood dreams of riding a white steed, wielding a sword, putting
the fear of hell and of the heavens in the hearts of abusers and oppressors of
all shades and ilk’s!!!
I did grow up (though some would
dispute that! ) and I do believe at most times, if not always that violence
serves only the singular purpose of breeding more violence, that it perpetuates
a vicious cycle that destroys everything, the good and the bad in its wake.
Mostly, but not always. As when I
did grow up, I read Marx and understood where he came from when he advocated a
bloody revolution to end the kind of oppression that the bourgeoisie bring to
affect the lives of the proletariat and that class war was an essential
condition to the realization of equity and the liberation of the masses. I understood, as I understand the angst that
fills the minds and hearts of the ordinary Indian, oppressed and helpless, with
no one within the system to help, nay the conditions in which the ordinary Indian
lives h/her life are so pathetic that the system beats h/her down rather than
help in the realization of a life of dignity and fulfillment. Violence makes us
uncomfortable; I have shut my eyes to it, looked away, and buried my head
ostrich like in the sand. Is there however some place for it in addressing the
wrongs of a social system? Is it essential at times when nothing else works? There
is still a tiny part in me that must acknowledge the truth of that, how so ever
politically incorrect that might be…and how so ever undesirable in ideal
conditions.
Revolutions happen when there is
nothing to lose but chains and a wise leader when able to tap into the
tremendous energy of this angst, can move mountains and drain rivers, change
the world as one knows it.
That is what Singham symbolizes,
and is for me a visual representation of that ideal.
This is where the movie strikes a cord with the viewers, that's whats cogent. That connect is visible each time Devgn utters the one liners, he delivers to such tremendous effect, ' main leta nahin deta hoon', or 'ata majhe satakli'. The audience applauds on cue, for it is their sentiment that the protagonist is voicing. The genre is a throwback to the movies of the 80's, of the angry young man essayed by Amitabh Bacchan, of a generation fed up of the injustices of the world seeking redressal. Simple story-line, simplistic characterization, black and white world with nary a complexity, it all works, indeed it ties in with the mood of the nation. Therefore when Devgn walks up to a closed door and shouts to his underling ' Daya darwaza tod dey' it symbolizes the breaking down of the doors of inequity that prioritizes the few over the many, an ushering in of a new order. Super effective!
Ajay Devgn is the only Bollywood
actor who is a real action hero, not Salman,
not Akshay. Devgn looks absolutely credible wielding a gun, shoots straight
and true. Has the intensity and the phisique to carry it all off and delivers a
performance that is reminiscent of a Bond film or of the Die Hard series. He has the walk and the talk!! Loved the drum
beats and the Shiva Tandav chants of the music score playing in the background
as he walks and fights.
There is the journalist, urbane, chic, fashionably avant garde, the kind completely disconnected with the pulse of the masses,quick to criticize but seldom able to see the difficulties of those who work from within the system. That the fourth pillar of our democracy has failed to fulfill its role in the grand realization of a nation's destiny, is a sad fact. Journalism now figures prominently on the list of professions that have become the last refuge of the scoundrel. the protagonist runs the journalist down, repeatedly and teaches them a lesson or two about perspective and understanding the values that ones job represents, and in the process earns the applause of the audience.
Rohit Shetty is in his element
and the film doesn't lose its flow, even though one must admit that this sequel,
like most sequels, is decidedly second in terms of merit, to the first. The first
film was so much better, this one is not bad, though one feels that it works
also because, though not on that score alone, one connects it with the idea of
the first.
There is but one song in the film,
only one other than the mandatory Honey Singh number that rolls the credits in
at the end, even that one song seems unnecessary. How I wish Devgn was not
made to sing and dance, which is not to say that romance ought to be omitted. Perhaps
we still need to learn how to project romance on the screen in ways other than
song and dance!
One comes away charged, charged
with hope and a spirit that says, ‘if only we were led by an honest man and did
not abjure the importance of courage and had the valour to take a few knocks in
the process…our lives would be better’, so much better!
दिन ओ रात रात न नींद आयी न ख्वाब आये दिन यूं खाली खाली गुज़रा जैसे वक़्त चुक गया हो तमाम शाम ने देहलीज़ पर सहमे से क़दम रखे जानती हो जैसे रात की सियाही में खो कर बुझना ही है उसे खिड़की से फलक पर बिछी रोशनाई देखती रही मैं जलते बुझते सितारों सी ख्वाइशें शब भर उस चाँद की बाँह थामे टिमटिमाती हैं ज़हन में सुबह की हकीकतों में गर्क होने को दिन ओ रात यूं ही गुज़र रहे हैं फिलहाल ठहरे ठहरे से - विन्नी १३/८/१४
Din o Raat Raat na neend aayee na khwab aaye Din yoon khali khali guzra Jaise waqt chuk Gaya ho tamaam Shaam ne dehleez par sehme se qadam rakhe Jaanti ho jaise Raat ki siyahi main kho kar bujhna hee hai use Khidkee se phalak par bichee roshnai , dekhtee Rahee main Jalte bujhte sitaron see khwaishen Shab bhar us chand ki baa'h thaame Timtimaati hain zehen main, Subah ki haqueeqaton main gark hone ko ... Din o raat yoon hee guzar rahe hain filhal ... Thehere thehere se ... Vinny 13/8/14
how much pain can a smile mask? now many tears can one hide?
they seep out, the mask slips,
and the pain is for all to see...
sending out a hug dear dear Robin..
.thanks for all the laughs..
.the world is poorer without you,
you'll be missed...
तूफ़ान आने को है आज साहिल पर क़तार से बंधी कश्तियाँ देखीं मछुआरों को तूफ़ान की आमद का एहसास है शायद कोई लहरों की सवारी को नहीं गया कोई पत्ता हिलता नहीं, कोई आहट भी नहीं, एक चुप सी बिछी है पानियों के किनारे किनारे बड़ी भारी गुज़री है ये ख़ामोशी भी , कोई फैसला तो हो अब, कोई पैगाम तो आये जिंदगी फिर रवां हो कश्तियाँ फिर लहरों पर सवार अपनी मंज़िलें तलाश करें ये तूफ़ान जो आने को आमादा है, अब गुज़र भी जाये विन्नी 8/८/१४
Toofan aane ko hai...
Aaj sahil par Qataar se bandhi kashtiyan dikheen Machuaron ko toofan ki aamad ka ehsas hai Shayad Koi lehron ki sawari ko nahi Gaya Koi patta hilta nahin, koi aahat Bhi nahin Ek chup see bichee hai Paaniyon ke kinare kinare
Badi bhari guzaree hai ye Khamoshi Bhi Koi faisla toh ho ab, Koi paigaam toh aaye Jindagi phir rawa'n ho Kashtiyan phir lehron par sawar Apni manzil talaash karen Ye toofan ,jo aane ko aamada hai , ab guzar bhi jayee... -Vinny 8/8/14
