Showing posts with label fascinations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fascinations. Show all posts

Nov 24, 2009

My favorite hell



"In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry."

Hungry desolate ghosts walked on it night and day...they had little memories of the the period of abundance. They just remebered their hungers and kept weeping and crying for want of things. Their hungers and broken dreams were the only real things in their lives. No one could have blamed them for their small crying selves.

Then their were the tall giants who walked on that road.

Ben Okri- The Famished Road

Aug 7, 2009

My Hands




These hands that will last a lifetime
Skin that has absorbed memories
Big not petite as would have made them pretty
Not a bit brittle these bones inside
Clenching
Approaching
Poking rudely
These silly hands..
With lying fraud lines
Stubborn
Slow
Senile
Strong
These hands that I live with

Nov 19, 2008

Invoking Brahma



The lord divine. With 100 heads...Creator!
How do you create?
Does the resistance of the earth not slow your wheel?
Does the suffering that comes in creation not bow you down?
The cold unwilling atoms of creation ...how do you thaw them?
The hundred other things crying for attention not distract you?
Does the infinite hunger of already created existence not weight down your hands?
Do you create because that's the only thing you know?
Do you create with joy?
Do you create with pressure?
Do you create the unwilling creation too? HOW?
Do you create out of a womb?
Do you complete creation?
Do you create with passion or compassion?
Do you create for happiness?
Will you come into me and create my life too?


photo courtesy - Sushmit Ghosh@http://mentalsyrup.wordpress.com/

Oct 23, 2008

Burning away the darkness


Do you know the name of the village where my grandmother lived?
The name of my grandfather scribbled over the iron box,along with his designation. The family that my runaway aunt married into!
The hospital I was born in..
How old was I when my younger sister was born?
What did I feel when I first took her in my arms..
If I have ever seen a baby prettier then her?
How I learnt to be responsible for her one fine day.
The story behind my and my sister's name.
The first thing my dad asked for after he had a freak accident!
What age was my dad when he discovered that he was a diabetic?
What was that one song that he and I keep listening to?
How am I like/unlike him?
Have you ever thought of burning away the darkness of this world by knowing the essential few things of your or my life?

Aug 4, 2008

In Elephant Soup!



When you are in elephant soup floating could be an issue. In fact everything is an issue…you have crossed such boundaries that it would be hard to keep any measurements in place.
Measurements of Of love of freedom of power. Of lust and hunger. Of asceticism and of abundance…of lack and plenty. All the words mingle into complete nonsense and you are left churning this thick bloody soup.

You cant remember what gravity felt like. And you can’t remember standing up straight…anyways you don’t want to do it now.
The soup smells nice and you are Hungry too…that’s why you landed in it didn’t you? But you don’t know here what’s going to happen if you gulp in one mouthful…well a sip you did take in and you remembered heaven that day. And Since then you have been dazed…
When do you get to drink the soup?
Who is the poor elephant who got slaughtered for this?
Is this the whole of it or are there others like you sitting inside tubs filled with elephant soup?
Did your hunger warrant this? Have you made peace with your hunger?
Is it good for the elephants? Do you think elephants would like to have elephant soup in their breakfast?
What are you worrying about? Don’t bother…just keep yourself floating in it till the time you can gulp this elephant soup! You have been really hungry…forget the elephant….have the soup!

Aug 3, 2008

Radhe Radhe




I'll make a film.
About Radha of Vrindavan...I dont know when..I dont know with whom..but someday!
It will be a good film..Its been brewing in my blood for sometime.It would go out in the world and speaks to everyone.It will be a film I would want to see.

Jun 3, 2007

The Legend of the Fall...

Andrei Tarkovsky

I believe if one tells the truth, some kind of inner truth, one will always be understood. — for the creator the fundamental problem will always be honestyFor me

Reality is in general much greater than what I can find in it, much deeper and more sacred than I'm able to perceive.

I wanted to say something else — that what is important is not what one accomplished after all but that one entered the path to accomplish it in the first place. Why doesn't it matter where he arrived? Because the path is infinite. And the journey has no end. Because of that it is of absolutely no consequence whether you are standing near the beginning or near the end already — before you there is a journey that will never end. And if you didn't enter the path — the most important thing is to enter it. Here lies the problem. That's why for me what's important is not so much the path but the moment at which a man enters it, enters any path.

When we talk about freedom, we have in mind... I don't know — if you want to be free you are always free. We know that people even in prison can be free. One should also never link freedom with progress, this absolutely cannot be done. Since the beginning of human consciousness and individuality man could either be free or not free — in the inner sense of the word. That's why when we talk about freedom we shouldn't confuse the topics of rights and freedom, inner, spiritual freedom.
And it so happens sometimes that the nation, people and the society, do not even accept this artist, sometimes they chase him away, sometimes they do not understand, and they comprehend him only many, many years later. But this isn't important, it means only one thing: that they do not know themselves, they do not know their own problems. And because of that an artist can never oppose his own culture, his own people, by no means he can oppose it; even when he expresses concepts containing ideas unacceptable to the contemporary society it doesn't mean these ideas did not originate inside, within that society. The society hadn't yet enough time to become aware of these problems and the artist as a rule is not consciously aware of them either — he just expresses them, he can feel them. Precisely because he expresses them. Because he is not necessarily wiser beyond his times but he can sense more. He frequently does not understand what he is saying. He repeats words after the adults as a child, repeats without understanding and then the adults say: "Oh my, what is he saying? Did you hear that? Go stand in the corner! Get lost!" Or they give him a thrashing. And they beat him up for repeating the words he heard at home. And he merely grew up in this environment. In brief, I'd like to say this: an artist's role is to be a voice of his people — not even "to be," one cannot "be," one cannot tell oneself to "be" a nation's voice — one simply is.
Naturally, there is a problem here: if you are the people's voice then say only what people demand of you. But here lies the problem, people demand of you nothing. People demand nothing of nobody. It is the artist who behaves as if something was demanded of him, expected of him. Naturally, people do expect, but unconsciously. And exactly in the name of this duty to the public, the people, the times he lives in, he ought to always remember that he does not create for himself. But — although he does not create for himself — he should express only what he feels intimate. Here it may turn out that ideas close to your heart, some aspects of your creative work are not needed by anybody. But in this case you have no right... here you are powerless, you can at most just wait hundred years until it becomes clear whether people needed you at all in the first place.

An artist has no right, that is not that he has no right, he has no instrument which would make him any closer to his people's needs than he already is. He can only believe that God will grant him the possibility of eventually being needed by the nation. Whether he succeeds or not — this is something he does not know and cannot know at this moment.

From this vantage point cinema is a very dangerous art because it is expected to be immediately successful.

Just life itself, somehow more elegant but most of the time frightening, difficult.

I am constantly being asked what this or that means in my films. It's unbearable! An artist does not have to be accountable for his intentions. I did not do any deep thinking about my work. I don't know what my symbols mean. I only desire to induce feelings, any feelings, in viewers. People always try to find "hidden" meanings in my films. But wouldn't it be strange to make a film while striving to hide one's thoughts? My images do not signify anything beyond what they are... We do not know ourselves that well: sometimes we express forces which cannot be grasped by any ordinary measure.

"During preparations for making a new film it is quite clear to me that I am not allowed to consider it to be some form of independent art, a free creation, but rather an implementation of what is perhaps pressing forth from within, where it is not a matter of enjoyment but rather of a painful, perhaps burdening, duty...

"I have never been able to understand how an artist can be in a state of happiness during the creation process. Man does not exist for the purpose of being happy. There is a much, much higher purpose to life than merely being in a state of happiness."

Mar 18, 2007

whats in the name?

Naam ghum jayega
Remembered Syed Mirzas lecture on how filmakers should have big names so that they realise the importance of their selves and come up with work which is worth it .He said when you say you are a filmaker...you are makin a BIG statement...you are sayin I am a showman!! I show the world how to dream....I am responsible for whatever people do in my name...imagine working with that kind of responsibility and ego and then you realise why are emotional lives of such filmakers so lopsided...here work is all those dreams that love could never be....coz love never is that real...you never have so much of control on how things turn out in love....when you make a film its almost an extension of what you are....you are present in essence there with your film....whether its about your mother...or about some weird tornado that tore off your town from the face of the world..."YOU" and whatever you have learned and made out life...
oh I love my name!!!!!!