'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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Stillness

I listen to the stillness
I witness purity at dawn
I listen to gentle rain
I watch the awnless lawn.

With my eyes closed
I try to feel
Sudden rush of chillness,
Stillness in weather’s appeal.

My bare feet lead me 
To the last bench I see,
No one is in park
Just stillness in bevy.

Only rain on them sound
Barky trees don’t sway,
Stillness have cursed them
Just still they stay.

It reminds me of a picture
Once I hung on my wall,
Black demons were all around
White man stood still in thrall.

What I see, Is it photo-frame’s ordeal?
Or is it me inside it, alive and surreal?
Demons have stolen all the colors
Caged me in arms of stillness.

I will push through
The stillness stilled,
Demons turn weak
Once the Sun is unveiled.

I run; fast and quick
Stillness freezes me at halfway
But I still can see and feel,
Stillness in the next picture on my wall.

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Sneaky Tales : Rejection

I always wake up, and my breath becomes heavy. As of now, I am still feeling heavy, as tattered notes from the last dream come across my mind. And for past four years, waking up, and facing the reality has actually hurt. The cold realization, that I am still there, from where everyone else moved away, sets inside me slowly. I am not fond of waking up. And I tend to sleep, even when I am not asleep. Waking up from your dreams, and waking up from your sleep, I take these two things separately. I have set my own ways of treatment with them.

I am afraid, but optimistic locutions don’t impress me. Whenever I have tried to apply them, they have lead me to nowhere but lost away in vain. Why do people greet the day with smiles? Are they escaping from the simple truth? Today is a cold reminder. It’s one day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. And sooner or later, the destined one will come. But I dare not express these. I need to polish myself each day, so that I may not yell out everything that I have kept inside.

I have been a heap of thoughts and convicted feelings that bring me rejection. Rejection has been a part of my life, and I faced it more than acceptance. The one writing this is the real one. It takes me sometime, each day, to turn what I am in front of people. It takes courage to hide the storm inside you. And once you have spilled out the storm, you ruin your relationships. I have ruined mine. I have untied all the knots that used to bind me. People won’t like to get drenched in your stuffs that don’t suit them.

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Frisson 2k13

Making movies admire me. I am very much influenced by some of my Facebook friends, who are making short movies. Though I don’t know the technicalities, but as a writer I could have contributed something. Never mind!

As I learnt to work in Pinnacle and After Effects(I am still learning this), I thought of working on a project that could fetch some reviews about how I have developed my ideas, and learnt to bring them into existence in my video sequences. And it came through an opportunity to make Official Teaser for forthcoming Tech cum Cultural fest in our college. Frisson is the name of our fest; it’s going to be organized in mid of February 2013. I made the video this year. :) In making of this video, I was inspired and motivated through work done by Praveen bhaiya(in year 2010) and Sadanand bhaiya(in year 2012) in making Official Video for the fest in respective years. This year, we, the third year students are in organizing committee. And so we are trying hard to make this big and large. We are trying to build a landmark that would be beyond imagination. So here is just a small beginning that I have laid from my part. Wishing for some reviews on this. :))

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I am a Foodie

Yeah! I am a foodie. But then, I wasn’t. When I was a kid, my mom used to rush around me, following me wherever I ran, with lunch plate in her one hand, and spoon in the other. I didn’t like to eat. Actually I loved junk foods, but mom never served them to me. Health conscious, you know. As I grew up, I fathomed my field of tastes. I found I was restricted within my favorites and never stepped out of them. This could be the reason, why I was thinner.

When I was in Kota, it was the time, when I turned foodie. I ate exceedingly, and it reflected through inflation of my tummy. But I didn’t care. Nice food, nice people around who encouraged my food habits. This was what I loved the most. You eat what you like, and people around you support that too. Rajasthan is famous for the spicy food you get there. I was paying guest to a Rajasthani family, and I enjoyed my stay there; my taste buds awake always with every spices they added.

Today, when I am living in hostel, I feel once again as if my field of tastes in food has turned limited. We get tremendously bad quality food here. Consequently, I have lost my senses to what food tastes like when I am eating. I am eating here just to keep myself alive. I have lot to study, and I haven’t met a girlfriend yet. So keeping myself fit, and active with this quality of food is challenging.

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Being a foodie is one thing, and knowing how to cook is another. I learnt to cook something worth to eat while I was staying with my friends, during the previous semester end. I was exposed to their style to living. And I learnt how to survive with whatever we get easily around us. I mean vegetables and eggs; that make lives of bachelors easy. :P
The pic above is a collage of various pics I snapped while my friends were at work. I was involved too, but I was keener on capturing frames with my newly bought cam. :)

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Sneaky Tales: The Storm

The wind was gravely chilling. I felt like moving no more. Wrecked at my knees, short of air in my lungs, I was drawing myself into state of Hypothermia. I remember the stress I exerted to bow down and sit, rest for a while under an icy shed. The storm had wiped out everything from my vision. Sands were overrated. Just like tiny little rocks. It was only here where I built our castle. Sands were smooth then, and lighter. In the blurred vision, only one figure was precise; a lonely girl in orange. Her bare feet had trailed a name. Shipra!

Her first glimpse asserted I could meet someone; someone who would be like me. I had always guessed chances of that happening were diminished. And so were they. The storm was needed to uncover the true face. And I was struck in middle of that storm. How long the icy shed will sustain standing, I will calculate with number of days left in my life, or may be hours. My skin which was ripped out weren't bleeding. A part of storm had entered inside me. Everything was freezing; outside me, and inside me.

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On An Ode to Pinnacle

The birthday calls for a day when you feel as if the entire day has been blessed and bears every entity, every chunk of moments defined in it, just for yourself. ‘Aaj mera din hai’, is what I hear most of the times from the birthday buddy. A certain day, when you were born, and arrival of your birthday reinvents that thrill and you cherish the pleasure of having stepped into this world. This world is heaven. And I am happy to be a part of it. I think everybody should feel the same way. And this is what it is meant to be felt. Why we celebrate our birthday, one of the reasons could be this.

The way we celebrate birthday here in our engineering college is quite amazing, but not out of this world I should say. Crush! And beat the birthday man until he can sustain it no more, is the culture here. And you can’t escape from this custom. I am happy. I haven’t celebrated my birthday yet at college. I am always an exception to customs.

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Cinema: Luna! Mon Amour

Are you also an admirer of art in movies like I am? I am here talking about mainstream movies, not documentaries which despite of being powerful at its composition lie unreached from its audience, most of the times. I have no genre specified for movies. I prefer each one at times, depending on what mood permits. But yes, I have set a criterion, and I never watch a movie with IMDB rating less than 6.5.

Day before yesterday, I watched ‘La Teta y la Luna’. It’s a Spanish movie directed by Bigas Luna. Though, the story you might find too much provocative and explicit, but the tenderness that the director has weaved through his stitches in the story is out of this world. A child’s perspective to what adults will consider agitated thoughts of obscenity has been painted on the moving canvas with enormous care. It’s never the topic of adultery that makes a movie worth for adults only but the disgraceful indulgence into one’s fantasies that might disturb the norms we have set in our society. Can you imagine if one of such fantasy can appear intensely innocent, so pure to you ever?  I have come across it through this movie. I was just speechless till the end.
The start of the movie, which unpacks Mathilda May, the actress in the lead role out of a gift box, is center of attraction throughout the movie. The story revolves around her, and a cute little boy, Tete, whose molars are yet to come out. Tete is unhappy with his newly born brother, and considers him to be as ugly as a demon is. You will need to watch the movie at your own risk to know why that was so… :D

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