For the Love of Creative Expression...

In Bruges, In Brussels

2011-08-06T10:43:00.000-07:00

A part of me is still there

And will be;

Where I traveled

Cycling

And walking

On the cobbled roads

Weaving imaginations

With the real

On a moonlit night

With open tresses,

Dancing along the wind,

With bated breath

And eyes closed

I could see the city

And walk on its history

Back and forth in time

With you

Before sunrise…

The Narrow Bylanes of Amsterdam

2011-08-06T10:17:00.000-07:00

Looking Through

2011-07-23T21:49:00.001-07:00

Old Mazgaon

2011-06-11T06:41:00.001-07:00

Learning from Milind Mulick's book...

Ragini MMS

2011-05-12T04:48:00.000-07:00

New genres are being experimented in Bollywood and how! Coming from the Alt Entertainment (Ekta Kapoor banner) here comes an edgy horror sex film that will sure entertain you with some nail-biting as much as some eye candy moments! Releasing on Friday the 13th, here is a voyeuristic, paranormal thriller shot with a reality-TV show feel with handheld cameras, ready to titillate and petrify the audience at the same time!

Uday (played by Raj Kumar Yadav) is a typical MCP (male chauvinistic pig) who barges in Ragini (played by Kainaz Motivala), his girlfriend’s house to take her for a dirty weekend getaway to a friend’s bungalow. However, Ragini is unaware of the fact that Uday takes her to the bungalow that has hidden cameras so that he can shoot their steamy scenes and make a sex clip out of it. Uday is an aspiring actor wanting to attain stardom. He agrees to shoot this video as he is promised a role in a movie. But things do not progress as planned. Ragini’s friend Pia and her boyfriend come to the bungalow to have a good time, much to Uday’s irritation. But after they leave, Uday and Ragini indulge in love making when something paranormal occurs…someone has hit Uday…what happens to Uday and Ragini? Will they rescue themselves of the haunted place? Will Ragini get to know that the bungalow is full of hidden cameras? Will the ghost kill the couple? This is what the film is all about….

While the screenplay is taut and excites the audience, post interval scenes get slightly lengthy. Dialogues are bold with free usage of abusive language but that is what gives the film a real feel. However, dialogues could have been better especially when Ragini’s friends come over at the bungalow. Post interval, the film takes you to a higher level to reveal the mystery but the climax may get a little disappointing for some as it is left slightly ambiguous.

Performances are the highlight of the film. Almost newcomers, Raj Kumar Yadav and Kainaz Motivala have done a great job. Love, lust, fear, anger…all the emotions have been depicted with élan. Music and background score is another plus point of the film. It gives you shrills and thrills at the right time.

The combination of sex and horror will appeal to the youth of the country and given the restrained budget of the film (Rs. 1.3 cr.); Ragini MMS will prove to be a profit-making venture for the producers and will also add a new dimension to the otherwise hackneyed Bollywood films.

Hexagonal Thoughts

2011-05-05T21:27:00.001-07:00

Building Blocks

2011-04-22T22:35:00.000-07:00

Lillette

2011-03-12T09:25:00.000-08:00

My first Madhubani

2011-03-12T09:19:00.000-08:00

Outside my balcony

2010-11-17T03:35:00.000-08:00

Nature strokes

2010-06-19T03:47:00.000-07:00

A distant serenity of a chaotic Mumbai!

2010-04-10T10:50:00.000-07:00

A smile to behold

2010-04-04T01:31:00.000-07:00

A rickshaw ride

2010-03-06T00:51:00.000-08:00

Trrr… Trrr..
The yellow rickshaw goes
On an Indian road
That is noisy yet silent
Amidst the honking horns
swaying leaves
and a habitual hurry
every where
Trrr...Trrr…
As it goes
A cool breeze hits
And strands of hair flutter
iPod melodies sing along
Abstract swirls
Splash the unconscious
Rolling numbers on the meter
Distill the consciousness
The red light of the traffic signal
Catches your attention
Trr…trrr…stops
The driver spits
A fury of red splatters
The strong aroma of paan
Fills the air
Men on bikes
peep, bend, stare
To get a glimpse of you
You look away
Shuffle
Notice the half bitten apple
As you feel the glossy silver of your pod
You smile
Take a silent sideway look
At the men
You stare back
“%^#$%%&”
Green
Trrr…trr…
The rickshaw goes again
Along the bumpy roads
Stops.
Rs. 93
Meter was fast
Cheater
“$##%&%”
Whatever!

And sometimes...

2010-02-27T04:55:00.000-08:00

Flying strands of hair,
Compete with,
The curtains dancing,
In the whoosh whoosh air.
Silence within,
Tells a tale.

When they look...

2010-02-21T00:39:00.000-08:00

Woman and her shades

2010-02-20T01:27:00.000-08:00

Love, lust and beyond...

2010-02-13T08:34:00.001-08:00

Nomadic Melange (Painting: a new found cerative expression!)

2010-02-08T09:28:00.001-08:00

Some Haikus

2009-09-19T22:37:00.000-07:00

Theme: Reminiscence

This butterfly clip,
That I tucked in her moist hair,
Now pricks, blood oozing...

Twinkle of her eye,
Auburn hair, I tucked behind,
Pleasant reveries...

A pitter patter,
Of rain drops, fall on my face,
And tears mingle in it...

Under the banyan,
Closed eyes, she said her prayers,
I stared, still staring…

Sweaty hands rubbed on,
Her embroidered handkerchief,
Still smells just the same…

The Circumference-d woman Part IV

2009-09-08T04:54:00.000-07:00

I don’t see the same spot
No more I am there
Yet the moment lives
Everyday
With sepia reminiscences
And orange sunsets
And amidst honking horns
A silence creeps
Banters recollected
Bitter curt replies
And sweet nothings
Some forgotten flashes
And some revivals
And a new beginning
Of a suspended knot
Lost and gained
And gained and lost
But always will stay
In mind’s eye
That acknowledging wink…

I knew and I always did

2009-08-01T00:19:00.000-07:00

A pinch of truth
present always is,
in apocryphal stories,
narrated smilingly,
with a pounding heart,
and eyebrows raised...

Time and Money

2009-07-05T03:42:00.000-07:00

Time and money
Symbolic icons of irony
Of life
Of the post modern
Cult upbeat times

Chase one
And lose the other
And misplaced in the quagmire
Is a self
Who has lost,

A few badinages
And a small breathe of life…

Stocks in all sizes

2009-06-04T01:44:00.000-07:00

I stand still,
Still to stare,

Latest trend,
Better quality,
Brand name,
New and attractive,
In window display...

Souls sell
Somebody to someone…

The Circumference-d woman - Part III

2009-04-18T05:43:00.000-07:00

I see the same spot
Sitting at the same place
Amidst stacked books
The 6’o clock siren rings
It still hasn’t registered
He passes with one
On the same road
That I keep staring at
Through the window pane
I juggle between
A moist heart and my new resolution
And now I am successful at
Tactfully changing the topic
Messy table,
A painkiller strip,
Workaholic me
And last assignment to go,
Silence and I smile
Coz I have lost
And I gain to lose
That acknowledging wink…