Eternal sunshine of an introvert mind

In some part of the world there is a kingdom where nature basks in glory, where people still trust each other, where love thrives and deception has not stepped in. There lives a kid who spends his evening waiting for the princess to arrive in woods. As usual, he is there sitting on the log, his head dipped down. The tattered brown robe on his body is not enough to defend from the chill that sets in at night. It’s been more than an hour, but there is no sign of restlessness in kid. He knows she is going to come. Shades of trees are stretching with the sun going down. Within minutes the sun will be hidden behind the blue mountains. Cold wind from the west has started to blow. Grazing leaves on the forest floor has started to unsettle the calm.

…and the scene keeps building inside my head while chatter continues in cubicles around me. I don’t wish to break myself off from the imaginary build up projected on the screen of my mind, even when the chatter starts to dip into my own cubicle. But who cares what I want. I don’t want to get into conversations unnecessarily. Yes, I can enact to be a good speaker. But why does someone has to push me for it? The need of the hour drags me off from my comfort zone, and I temporarily pause all the drama inside my head. Damn! I feel pity for my characters who turn jobless while I am conversing with someone. I really enjoy being me.

In between imports of code and its reuses at office, I miss those days when I used to sit back and do nothing. Just do nothing for hours, and stay mused in thoughts; sometimes dark, sometimes illuminated. Now I crave to have some moments for myself where in them I would be alone. I would contemplate on what I did, I would plan what I will do.

As the office hours dissolve, once again I start to frame the story. The projection on the screen of my mind starts. I try to cut off from distractions as far as I can to ensure I have clear and crisp reception of my characters at play. I start to connect the pieces again and the story resumes.

Wolves have started to howl. The sun has set behind the blue mountains. The kid is afraid, he must return home now. His mom would be waiting. But the princess hasn't come yet. He loves his mom more. So he must return now. He stands up, and start to move with his face numb and his heart heavy. He won’t let the tears come. His mom will never wish to see him distressed, he knows. ‘Love is an illusion; I won’t be deluded by promises and die freezing here in woods’. As he was returning, a golden deer came running and stopped beside him. He turns to see the golden deer liberating godly rays. His surprised eyes start to roam on the shining body of the deer. And then he notices there is a letter lying by the forelegs of the deer. He picks up the letter, and unfolds it. The letter reads: ‘Tomorrow at dusk. Wait for me. I shall be there. Love. Only yours…’
Marks of her lipstick on the letter pouts and blows a kiss towards him.

Kid’s smile after reading the letter has taken over me too. His revitalized trust gives me strength for the coming day. I tuck into bed for sleep now. The new day will bring a different story, for me too and for my characters as well. 

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S.H.O.R.T.S | Anurag Kashyap's Revolution

Anurag Kashyap came forward with another out of the box concept, and left his audience pondering with messages conveyed in five short movies. ‘SHORTS’, under the co-production of AKFPL, is the collection of 5 short movies by 5 different directors. This was for the first time that such a concept was presented on silver screens. Each short movie has the cinematography so brilliant that the perception of audience will get enthralled. 

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'1920' : My Curiosity Returns

Unlike the way the title of this post throws an impression, I am not concerned about any historic event that took place. Rather, ‘1920 : Evil Returns’, is a recent Bollywood horror movie, released as sequel to ‘1920’, which was released in 2008. I don’t think there is any kind of connection, and I treat both parts as independent movies. This time our talented thriller and horror specialist (at least I consider him to be one), Mr. Vikram Bhatt chose to produce the film, rather than directing it. Although the story has been written by Vikram Bhatt himself, but Mr. Bhushan Patel did the direction. And I loved his work. I would have enjoyed a lot more, if girls in cinema hall screamed a bit less. :P

I am not a professional critic. But I think that when we ought to watch some creativity, our expressions yield reactions automatically. I don’t watch horror movies to get scared, and never judge the script, acting and direction depending on how much scared I got. I look for creativity in the story, and how it was executed in the movie. And when it comes to horror movies, I think the domain of presentation becomes very narrow. And this is why we often come across the same sequences, almost similar, in every story. There are various movies, not just in Bollywood, who fail to present the 'invisible' in a creative manner. Their way of presentation is almost same in every movie. :O

You would be amazed, that the so called super horror movie : 'The Exorcist (1973)' was even based on several stories that went by at that time. Today there are many movies who portray several sections of  ‘The Exorcist’ modifying it to some extent. And ‘1920: Evil Returns’ is no exception. I clearly got to recognize the sequences; where they have been extracted from, and how they modified them.

The best thing in ‘1920 :Evil Returns’ is the music. The background score is mind blowing. Even the story line is good, but it gets pace only in second half of the movie. The new girl I saw there (May be I didn't watch any of her previous movies), Tia Bajpai, has done acting tremendously well. There was nothing too difficult in the story line for Aftab Shivdasani. So you will find him in the same mood, from start and till the end.

Other than several technical aspects, I concluded that the movie was worth watching.  :))

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