Life of few Moments.....

Movie: Ijjazat

brijesh — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 08:53:21 +0000

Cast: Rekha, Naseeruddin Shah and Anuradha Patel
             One day i was just doing my usual stuff on IMDB and found review of this movie, reviewers excited me about this movie, so that day evening only i saw this and felt just great. It’s a movie from one of best writer and frequent direcotor from india, he is non other than “Gulzar Sahib”. He directed few movies, Ijjazat came from him in 1987, there is something new about this movie, which now become old, and that is it’s story. In those days how many people will be know about relationship call “Living-in”, means without marriage living togather. Dialogs are poetic, songs are magical with Gulzar sahibs words and Lata ji’s sweet voice.
              Story is about a man, living with a girl (Maya) with out marreing him and one day Maya just disappered as her nature was like this. Man marries to another girl and maya returns in few months, so the emotions, comming from maya, that man and man’s wife are all about movie. One more very noticeable thing is, the way Gulzar sahib tels story, switching between past and present just great. I remember he said in an interview, “Knowing a person, without knowing his/her past is just knowing him/her half”, same thing can be seen in his movies.
                Perfect story, cast, dialogs, music and ending. If some one who loves classic drama, romance and like acting of “Nasiruddin Shah”, must watch this movie

Movie: Dead Poets Society

brijesh — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 06:53:13 +0000

Cast: Robin Williams , Robert Leonard , Ethan Hawke , Josh Charles

              It’s a piece of art, which all directors and actors tries to create. This movie tells, how important a person’s dream can be for him, how a life can influence many. May be you have never heard about this movie and now if you search review of this movie on net, you will be surprised why the hell you missing it till now.
           Story is simple like, In a school where scholars get tought in traditional way and everything goes in same plan old way and one day a new teachers just appreared and showed a new way of learning things. Speaking un heard words, torn book’s pages and asking each and every one to be unique, beautiful or ugly doesn’t matter. Thats all about story but movie goes in such a way, you will think that “Let me too take my life this way”.
            This movie is pretty old, 1989′s movie, and Bollywood movie named “Mohabbatain” is very much inspired from this. “Dead poets society”, I have seen many times, specially in winters. And always felt same magic. I should not talk much on this as you will belive me once you watch it. Go ahead for this.

The Story of my Assassins

brijesh — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 06:14:00 +0000

I always reading book of experienced writers and those describes life of too many people not only centered characters of story. Tarun tejpal is one of them. I took almost one year to complete this book, reason is i paused reading for few month in last one month because my free time was consumed by some other activities. But since last one month, i am back on my regular relationship with books.
Anyway book gave me a view and feel about society, where treating people like animal is part of business, where opting for extra marital affaires is normal as choosing tea or cold drinks, where people are ready to live on edge, people with great minds makes big bangs on masses. And apart from this book also told me lives about poorest people on this earth, those live would have been unknown to me as always if i would have missed this book.
Like the journalist that he is, the message he wants to get through to you, needs to be read between the lines.

On face value, his writing may hurt your sentiments and sting a bit but when you think about what he has written, you come to the sudden realisation that there is something to be learnt in here. At times, it does become a drag to read out the descriptions, but all in all, it keeps you going as there is this feeling to know more about the ‘assassins’ gnawing in your stomach. Tejpal ends the book with precision and beauty that a very few authors are able to accomplish.The book begins with a stray three-legged dog, that everybody in Tejpal’s society, tends to kick around when it comes in the way. The book ends with the same three legged dog. That stray mongrel who was being kicked around a few years ago, as it turns out, will one day end up saving his life and enable him to recite ‘The Story of his Assassins’.This book is a must read for the sake of the Indian in you.

Bothering pulses of mind

brijesh — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 12:41:42 +0000

What a blind man thinks everyday, “If i would have had eyes i could also see thing these people talking about”. A one leg guy usually think, “If I would have had two legs i did walk always faster than anyone else”.

Some time i realize, last time when i got minor injury in my hand, how I eaten my food with one hand, how I read news paper. It was a temporary situation but I was so helpless, always looked for someone to help. That time I thought once i recovered from all these i will eat food most decent way, i will news paper in that way that there will not be any rankle and in no time i will turn page.

All these thing makes only one point, untill we don’t have something we say and think, if i would have have this thing i could have done this or that. Why don’t we use things with 100% utilization. If we have 10 fingers, why we can’t type faster than anyone. Imagine if a person lost his one hand in some accident, is it necessary that he ll type 50% lesser speed then you. No it’s not necessary, may be he can type 2 time faster than us or 3 times faster than us. If we have eyes why we can hit a target 10 meters far from us, may be a one eye person can hit it easily but we cant. Why? If i am a Software Engg, i usually think its boring job, army job is so good, why i came here? why i decided to be SE?

These are most usual questions comes in everyone’s mind. But why these questions comes. Peoples says because its human nature, a human can never be satisfied. If its nature then why it’s like this, why human it’s not changing. Same people says nature or habits always change. carelessness made us so unaware of so many things. There is no end of such kind of thoughts.

The train to my village

brijesh — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 12:53:11 +0000

                 Main ne inderpal bhaiya ko phone kiya ki shaam ki train se main bhi gao chal raha huin, bhaiya ne kaha ki bike le jao main ne kaha train se gaye bahut din ho gaye, aaj train se jauinga. 6:45PM train ka timing tha main ready ho raha tha tabhi mummy ne kaha ki indrapal yahin ayega cycle rakhne ke liye lakin nahi aaye, 6:40 tak tab main ne unko phone kiya unhone kaha ki cycle stand per khadi kar di hai. phir mujhe laga train choot jayegi aur main ne dharmendra ko bola ki bike se station tak chodo mujhe usne bike start kia aur main bag uttha kar chal diya. bike rukne se pahle he dekha ki train chal di hai ticket lene ka time nahi hai, main ek baar phir bina ticket ke chad gaya train main.
                 Train ke chalte he mujhe, mera train ke saath last wala incident yaad aaga. train ke door per log khade the main unke beech se nikal kar andar jaane kaga to hawa achanak badal gayi ek smell jo naak ko pasand nahi aayi mujhe jhelni padi phir main ne socha kahain baithne se accha hai ki door per he khada ho kar bahar dekuin aur hawa bhi uss smell ke bina milegi. train chal di thi, bahar sab kuch ped, log, building, zameen peech jaane lagi thi, bahut dino baad ye sab dekh raha tha bahut accha lag raha tha. Beech beech main ghoom ke peech dekh raha tha ki mere peeche kon khada hai aur kahin wo mere beg per ghat lagaye to nahi baitha hai. Beech main jab bhi train dheemi hoti to yahi dar lagta ki ticket checking na ho jaye aur last time ki tarah main bina ticket pakda jauin, phir sochta ki yaar hawaldaar ayega 1000 duinga to uska baap bhi chod dega mujhe. Yahi sab sochte sochte train bakshi ke talab station per pahuchi.
                       Rukte he main utra aur ticket window per kahuch ka 50/- diye ticket ke liye usne 17/- liye aur baaki wapas kar diye. phir main train ke paas aaya train phir chal di thi. Paas jaate door ko pakda aur andar gaya iss baar door per kuch aur log bhi khade the to mujhe andar jaana he pada. khidki pakde kahada tha tabhi laga koi meri jeans kheech raha hai dekha to ek bhaisahab thoda sa khisak kar 5 inch ki khaali jagah ki taraf ishara kar rahe hain. Main ne bhi unko mana karna thik nahi samjha aur baith gaya jaise bhi baith paya. Phir bahar dekha to pahle ki tarah khet, ghar, gao sab peeche bhag rahe the, shaam ho gayi thi thoda andera sa tha, kheto main koi kaam karne wala nahi tha, log gharo ke bahar ya sadko per he dikh rahe the. Ab mujhe mitti ki khusbo aur thandi hawa mahsoos ho rahi thi, halki need si aane lagi thi. Main duske log main jaane he wala tha ki, kisi ne mere aram main khalal dala, mere samne ek sardaar ji baithe the unko machcharo se badi problem ho rahi thi, calcutta ki trains ki safai ki baatain karne lage mujhse, main hain-hain karta raha, jab jyada ho gaya to main ne ucchi tone main kaha ye local train hai jiska sabse sasta ticket 2-/ ka hai, machchar to ayenge aur phir unhone ne mujhse koi baat nahi ki. Main phir bahar dekhne laga aur phir wahi sab meri aankho ke saamne tha jo kuch main iss train se dekhna chahta tha, jo feel kiya aur dekha wo expected se jyada accha lag raha tha. Phir mujhe pata he nahi chala time kaise guzar gaya, 30 min baad ataria station pahuch gaya. Train se utar kar inderpal bhaiya ko call kiya main ne aur bola ki station ke gate per huin, phir wo wahain aaye aur main unke saath apne gao ki taraf chal diya.

Random Thoughts….

brijesh — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 12:53:51 +0000

ek diya unke naam ka jala kar ghar se niklte hain,
suraj ki taraf dekh kar hum us per haste hain,
andhero main ghoom kar jab dil bhar jaata hai
shaam ko diye se mil kar jagmaga utthte hain

aazmaishye hosalo ki har dum her roz karte hain,
zindagi liye jaate hain unke paas aur marke laute hain
intezar hai uss din ka jab zinda laute unke aashiyane se,
zindagi ho zinda aur maut ki maut yahi dua mangte hain

kabhi kabhi sapne main ek shaks dikh jata hai,
chehra dhoondhla aur haatho se mujhe bulata hai,
subha utt kar khwabo ki duniya per muskurata huin
per ye dil kai dino tak un haatho ko talashta hai

kohre se aavaje to aati hai wo dikhai nahi deta,
marz to sabko bataya phir bhi koi dava nahi deta,
surat to yaad hai mujhe per aakhe khaali hai ab, isliye
un aankho ke intzar main in aankho ko sone nahi deta

Mind

brijesh — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 14:23:57 +0000

Mind, Oh mind, my mind.

Why you are not in my control. You are mine but why am not your’s.

Just shut up and listen to me, I am your master and now you have to obey me.

Please don’t tell me, what i don’t want. Be in my control and don’t act smart.

When you had pain, i given you the cure, now i am in pain, say to me ‘relax’.

This time i want to throw you out, but its bad i can’t do that.

Can i replace you with a gud one, as am pissed off.

we were friends but you cheated me too silently.

please go away to never show up.

time ago i was small and you were good, but now its heart which better then you.

‘i am free to do anything’ what the hell you said to me.

baby come to me, i ‘ll kick you ur butt, ‘ll teach you a lesson you never forgot.

Please be like as you were earlier, we are the best buddies as ppl said.

It was you who gave me the thoughts, i trusted you but now it’s past.

I am leaving as i found, don’t come to me as i already discarded my mind.

Why he is An average?

brijesh — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 17:46:24 +0000

An average child, average in sports average in studies. Grown up with same lyrics, everything starts with average. Average scholar, average son, average brother, average employee and average husband. All these average makes an average common person. This average common man thought so many things as a student, as a son, as a brother, as a husband as, as an employee, and without achieving those moved on. Why? Because his famille’s average social life is more importent than his extraordinary thoughts, and dreams. He could have been a some one else but his family will be in same condition as its today or not no one knows and his family never wanted to take this risk. He could have studied further and achieved something un-average but his family never wanted this, whatever was expected he did. If this common man wanted to do anything extraordinary thing he had so many thing to consider that’s why he is still an average common person.

Nanaji – A Legend

brijesh — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 14:57:15 +0000

“PRAYAGWASHI” aur “FATTAH SINGH” ye dono kahain phir se mere kahne per nanaji ne sunai. Ye do kahaniya mujhe sabse jyada pasand hain sab bachpan ki kahaniyo main se. Ye wo stories hain jo main ne anginat baar suni hoingi aur mujhe sirf nanaji se he ye acchi lagti hain. Wo jis tarah se characters aur scene ka description dete hain,1 wo aur koi nahi de sakta.

Kahani sunne ke baad jab main leta, phir ek karwat le kar sachne laga ki “Jaisa main ne suna hai auro se nanaji ne apni zindagi tanashaho jaisi guzri hai aur unhone wo sab kiya hai jo aaj ek powerfull, rich and most ambicous person karta hai ya karna chahata hai. Unke acche dino main, unki ek aavaj per poora gao kaa aa jana, Ghar ke pandit ko ready to hearvest phasal daan kar dena, apne dosto ko home made milk products bhejtna, Aur sabse badi cheez unki laathi. Unki laadi ek credit card ki tarah thi, koi bhi insaan unki laathi dikha kar kisi se kuch bhi la sakta tha jo ek credit ki tarah hota tha. All these shows his personality, his fame, his reputation.”

Agle din shaam ko phir se baatin suru hui. main nanaji se baat karte karte unke alag alag experiences sun raha tha. Kaise wo jail main unke dost ko milne gaye to ek bunch of bannan apne shoulder per rakh kar le gaye, ya ganga nahte waqt pandit se ladai ki ya kuch time pahle tak unko hanuman chalish, durga chalish, shiv chalish sab kaise unko yaad tha. Ager main sochuin ki nanaji ye sab kuch kyoin karte the to koi answer nahi aata sirf ek baat dikhayi deti hai ki unke kuch rules the jo wo her haal main follow karte the aur apni baat aur dosto ke liye kuch bhi karte the. Shayad issi wajah se unke childrens ko utne asserts nahi mile jitne wo expect kar rahe the kyoin ki baccho ke bade hone tak nanaji ke paas 50% asserts he bache the aur 50% dosto and aur logo ko de diye the. Phir main ne poocha “accha nanaji, aapki itni umer ho gayi hai kuch aisa hai abhi jo aap sochte ho ki iss life main nahi kar paye?” Unhone ne bina soche apne haath jode aur upper utthaya aur bolo “bas ek he tamanna hai ki iss akhiri waqt main bhole bhandari aaram se upper ka rasta dikhaye ediya na ragdaye mujhse.”

Like all time, Iss baar bhi main 2 weeks ke liye apne ghar leaves per aaaya tha. So 1 week apne relatives ke liye nikal kar chal diya apni jade(roots) dekhne ke liye. Bas 3 places he mujhe visit karne hote hain. Mere Grandparents, mere nanaji ka place aur mausiji ka ghar. Mera grandparents ke village name “Ataria” i like it most becaue its only the place i see which gives me ultimate peace beacuse jab bhi main villeage main ghoomta huin to yaad aane lagta hai ki main bhi in galiyo main he bhagte, girte, utthte bada hua huin then i feel a unknown but very strong bond wih each and everything around me. Lakin cousines and uncle, aunts bahut saare hain so crowd jaisa feel hone laga hai ab. Mere nanaji ka place “Kamlapur”, a small kasbe jaisa hai. I like this place most of all. Reason ye mere nana aur nani ka ghar hai so i am most special guest for them. Jab bhi jaata huin to aur koi dhyaan de ya na de nana nani hamesh mere her aaram ka dhyaan rahte hain. 3 mama hai mere per sab just opposit nature ke. I like middle one mamaji most i dont know why but i think unki soch he sabse sahi lagti hai mujhe. Aur nanaji unki umar bahut ho gayi hai, he even cant see and recognise faces. Sometime i use to think, if somehow main nanaji ke life experiences jaan sauin aur unko apni life main use kar sakuin to my life will change and i can know many morething beyond my own life. Kuch aisi book mujhe mila jaye jisme nanaji ki poori life experiences ho aur jab bhi main kabhi kahin confuse huin i ll just go back n get my answer in that book.

And as usual, baaki sab baation ke saath wo apne teeno beto ko galiya dete rahe, batate rahe kaise unki life kati aur inki kaisi kat rahi hai. Nanaji ko aaj kal money problem bhi ho rahi hai agar kabhi kuch khane ka man karta hai to wo affort nahi kar paate hain. Mujhe aisa laga unki and aurlogo ki baatoin se. So when i was about to leave, 1000/- main ne nanaji ko dete hue kahain “nanaji ye lijiye kuch paise mummy ne dene ko bola tha mujhe” nanaji ne kaha “Guddu, ab aise bhi halat nahi aaye ki betiyo se kuch liya jaye ager dena chahate ho to apne naam se do mummy ke naam se to nahi luinga.” I was so amazed that iss insaan ke paas kuch bhi nahi hai phir bhi ego is too high. I am very big fan of nanaji, jaisi life aur personality unki thi or hai kisi ki nahi dekhi main ne.

My Nanaji died on 26, July 10.

The Alchemy of Desire – Tarun J Tejpal

brijesh — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 13:57:13 +0000

“Love is not the greatest glue between two people, Sex is.”

Every line is so brilliantly written that it could be read twice and ruminated later on. The author Tarun J Tejpal, editor of Tehelka, a national newspaper has delivered an inventive genius. Story holden me so strong that i never realized how much time i am giving to this book. Beautifully written, compelling, lyrical. Fascinating characters and superb evocation of India and its people. A truly common man’s story narrated by normal person. All ups n down of life, happiness, irritation, anger, sweetness. There are two characters mainly, one is Fizz, who is sensible, caring, understanding and adorable character and her nameless hubby a writer, reader, moody, caring and a situation driven man.

Story is all about a couple who loved then married, moved from one city to another, fulfilled few dreams then something happened with them and story took a drastic turn. In turn-of-the-millennium India, a penniless would-be writer halts work on his novel only to feed his ceaseless desire for his beautiful wife. Then a chance occurrence moves the lovers to a sprawling old house in a mist-shrouded spur of the lower Himalayas, where a set of diaries written by a glamorous American adventuress is uncovered during renovations. Her words irresistibly draw the writer away from his beloved, thrusting him through the hole of history into another world and time, revealing dark secrets and overturning all certainties.

The novel’s strong point is definitely the first half, dotted with splendid portions including certain conversations between the narrator and Fizz, some with the servant of the acquired house over chai and the descriptions of certain other minimal characters. The disentanglement of the marriage of the narrator and his wife, their sexual escapades and insecurities culminating into their understandings is remarkably well done. The second half picks up and unusually merges with the pace of the first half, much like a progression of sorts.

Whatever. The main character was a jerk, so obsessed with the past that he ruined the most meaningful relationship of his life. I hated him. I liked the details of the book, though, and it was beautifully written.Inventive, playful, heartbreaking, brimming with ideas and memorable characters, The Alchemy of Desire is a major literary work by one of the most significant new voices of a generation.

“Sex is not the greatest glue between two people, Love is.”