10 Reasons Why TZP is must watch!

(for all those ignorant, TZP = Taare Zameen Par)

1. Darsheel Safary!

The boy's one hell of a revelation! Even Mr. perfectionist Aamir comes second to him in the movie, as far as performances are concerned. Guess those actors with plunging careers would do good with tips from our new star ;-) (Guess a few Khans could do with training sessions with the kid.)

2. The Script

I always was of the opinion that only Hollywood dared to make those unusual, 'zara-hatke' kinda movies, but Amol Gupte, the creative director, proves all we skeptics wrong here and goes about spinning the wonderful tale of a gifted dyslexic kid.
3. The Directi0n

Aamir Khan stepping into the shoes of a director for the 1st time, has produced a commendable debut. Kudos to him for believing in the script and Aamir being Aamir,we dinn expect anything else either!

4.And finally,for the man himself, Aamir Khan!

The most sensible Khan yet again gives a memorable movie, not to mention his superb acting with ease. He's very convincing as Ram Shankar Nikumbhi, an unconventional Art-teacher, who's committed himself to a noble cause.

5.Not to forget, the Music.

It's refreshing, it's different and surprisingly, in sync with the storyline. Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy team shows tremendous promise with such an offering. Music catering to one and all is a huge plus point working in favour of the album, as it's slowly climbing up the charts. My pick of the lot would be Maa, simply for the absolute feel and sublime delivery.(psst... every dude n dudette around me at the cinema had tears rolling down their cheeks at this point of the movie... :) )

6.The Credits

Surprising we viewers with a refreshing change and announcing that Bollywood movies have grown off the age of demi-gods, the credits project Darsheel, the child prodigy(as i would wanna call him !) as the star of the movie and not Aamir. Now that did come as a surprise!

7.The Cast of course!

The entire cast of the movie has done a splendid job, especially Tisca Chopra as the ever-consoling mother and Vipin Sharma as the disillusioned father have portrayed some wonderful characters in the movie.

8.The Animation

Agreed that it ain't an animation movie, but the animation in the movie looked so professional and totally brilliant, so definitely worth a mention.

9.The Promos

Well,this ain't part of the movie but yet, it's these promos that made sure I wasn't going to watch even this one from the LAN. Hey people, you gotta watch this in a theater if u love true cinema,definitely worth it!

10. And finally, it's once in a blue moon that we get to treat ourselves to a good movie and very rarely you hear every single soul coming out of the theater unanimously commenting on the movie, to be touchy.

So don't think too much, just walk into the nearest theater with your family, and i assure you are gonna love it.........

Disillusioned Destiny....

Month of May.Absolute humidity. Not inconceivable in my land. Toddlers and teens equally making merry in the sun. I see a group of ‘em with a piece of stick in one hand and yes, the red round thingie. Gliding past them, I walk into the place that i perceive to be the heaven on earth, my ‘tharavaadu’ (ancestral house). I remember it to be this bustling place, everyone busy with all kinds of activities and so full of life. All throughout the year, I kept waiting so anxiously for the hols, when Achan (dad) would take us there. I don’t know if Nikki was as pumped up as me, but it’s impossible anyone could turn away from an ice-cream. Come hols and I sure went over the cloud. Vacation meant masti-time for all we cousins. It was that time of the year when we kids got together and had all the fun we could. My best buddy those days, my cousin, Madhavan, and I were partners in all crimes and we did pledge to support no noble cause! ‘Siamese twins’, that’s how we were referred to within the group, for the occasions were few when when we could be spotted separate.

Getting up at 6 was a daunting task when having to get ready for school but once here, getting up without Amma (mom) having to shout “Naveee” a zillion times was no big deal.And how could I afford wasting my time hugging on to the pillow, when there was so much to do and so less time! Breakfast-Cricket-Lunch-Cricket-Dinner - that was the POA (plan-of-action) on a normal day. I still cherish those wonderful memories atop our special ‘maavu’ (mango tree). It was all together a different feeling climbing as high as we could and ‘chumma’ idle away time, yapping on and on. I still miss Rajamama’s ice-cream treats on catch for the winning team, but somehow at the end of the day, every kid was seen feasting on cassatas. I must say, we play fair!

Those days, life was all about arbitly roaming around the fields, visiting every single relative, chasing dogs around and in turn getting chased by the pack(!), pleading Achamma (grandma) to let us swim in the pond every other day, chumma idling away time siting at the porch and listening to Achamma’s stories and the more vivid ways of unrestrained merry-making. Life was at peace with itself and I am sure ‘uparwallah’ ws indeed jealous this blissful state of existence.

And He did get back at us, in his very own funny mean way. That one blow struck was more than adequate to disrupt the entire syste, to unleash havoc, to wreck that golden band of peaceful existence. That one accident changed all our lives for ever. Life was never the same anymore. I still remember the first hols since the disaster. I come scuttling into tharavaadu, only to be shocked at the absence of Achamma waiting for me at the door. I walk into a hall of terrible silence and absolute dismay. There was no playful Achu, no loud music, no singing Nithya chechi, not even the ‘model’; there was no one… Achamma tells me nobody’s got time. I still sit at the porch the entire day, waiting for my lot to come. 2 days, 4 and a week went by, but there came none. I try hard to come to terms with this ‘transformed’ way of life. Waking up in itself became a nightmare. I walk to our maavu, the lone one to have stayed back to give me company. I see, she is equally depressed at the state of affairs . In search of solace, i climb into her arms. As I hug her tight, tears roll down my cheek.

That was the time my affair with her took away most of my time. I started to love those long hours spent gazing at the sky and it’s in this period that I found a new friend. It mite sound lunatic, but yes, I started to love talking to the clouds. I was the ‘talkative’ one in the family and only Neelu could pose some threat to me in this department. I would talk about anything and everything to him and pleasantly, he was always there for me. He tried his best to raise my spirits and to amuse me with his all-new-look-a-day, and must say he did succeed in his attempt to spray some life into the withering soul.

To this day, I keep wondering why life had to take such a dramatic turn and why, but why we had to be guinea pigs for His amusement. As I bid goodbye to Achamma, leaving for home after the hols, I myself was not sure when I was going to be back at tharavadu. Life did pose a lot of questions at me at this juncture of my life and they stay unanswered to this day.

Nobody any longer stays at tharavaadu. Waking up from the induced nostalgia, as I slowly glide past the gate, I see the pond all dried up, withered leaves lying scattered all around the house and the heaven abode giving any passer-by that haunted look. It pains and suddenly it all starts feeling very heavy from within. I slowly walk to the lone friend, who had the heart to stay in those difficult times. I see her smiling at her old friend and I run into her open arms. A smile touches my lips as I see her blooming, my gaze falls on her offspring. The world suddenly felt more bright. Subsistence is not merely about pushing yourself across the day. Hold onto everything you believe in. You don’t give up on the ones you love, come what may. I wake up from my slumber to realize, there is joy in every single moment. I feel the rejuvenated soul in me. And, as I slowly walked away, I had made up my mind. I for sure am coming back and next time, there’s going to everyone. The good old days are bound to return, and hey guys, I miss you all……

The Absence of Blight . . .

( Still in drafting stage.so,long way to go...just dint wanna lose this.so pasted it up heer....)

“You appear to be a mass of contradictions,” she said. “There’s a subsurface violence almost always in control, but very much alive. There’s also a pensiveness that seems painful for you, yet you rarely give vent to the anger that pain must provoke”, she went on to continue.

“You’re provoking it now,” said the man, hiding in his very own shadows, the only thing he was left to lose trust in.

Now that’s what he is, not that one state I would prefer to see him in but destiny definitely had a shock at stake for me, for he was a gem of a person. Shaken up by the turn of activities, I decide to take the helm of affairs upon myself. I embark upon this journey into his past, a past that went by me, without giving any pungent hint to his present state of existence.

But before you jump onto the bandwagon, I guess we all could do with a little insight into our protagonist’s stream of affairs. Oh! Are you already feeling intimidated at the prospect of having to move ahead with the conviction that the guy very naturally felt to be portrayed as the anti-hero or rather the adversary in the opening is actually the soul you will have to bear with. Sorry folks but hey, it’s not all that bad as it sounds.

Starting off from where he would permit me to and where, there is a subtle element of relevance, you would find yourself looking at a time when Communists still had a persuasive voice in the governance of the state and when His life had to do more with existence, than opulence. I’m still not very clear about the dates and time, and that, as in every such narrative, is a disputably questionable trait. But, untouched by these issues, let me unveil the past of one arguably perplexing entity.

Coming from one of the strangest backgrounds, he did stand the test of time and emerged a soul not so easily tarnished by the trying periods. He was definitely not a star of the time, but he did manage to spark the inquisitiveness in many. He dared to question at a time when man was contempt contemplating a passive subsistence. There was a fire within, which fuelled his flight into obscure horizons. He adored everything he couldn’t comprehend for the simple reason that he believed there was a reason for every oddity in his proximity. And he was perpetually lost in search of these raison d'être.

It is not even a view, for most of them, but a foggy, groping, undefined sense of made of raw pain and incommunicable happiness. It is a sense of enormous expectation, the sense that one’s life is important, that great achievements are within one’s capacity, and that great things lie ahead

As left in a trance, I find him gazing at the skies with a twinkle of spark in his eyes...….

It was one of these days that She comes into His life. More than her presence, it was the burden of mysteries about her that enthused his spirits, for he, a ludicrous entity, had lost it, in his search of absurdity, and as if hit upon by reality, smack on face, he embraced her into his petty stream of things with an open heart.

“Disaster was bound to be in the reckoning”, I used to remind him over this decision of his. “The reality about her you want to break into might just be the last thing u would want to know”, I tried all I could to shake her off him. Alas, ‘something’s are just meant to be’, they say. And those were the days he took pride in his sense of decision and was all the more pumped up whenever he felt there were speculations surrounding them. Quite a character I must say!

But there was one evening,...., when I felt so profound an indignation at the state of 'things as they are' that it seemed as if I would never regain the energy to move one step farther toward 'things as they ought to be'.

Well, before I take your leave, let me not leave you in dark clouds as to who it was that you were conversing with. With all due respect to the body that claims me, I depart.

Undersigned,

His alter-ego

Teri Diwani - Kailasa

Teri Diwani - Kailasa

((( Kailash Kher )))

Preeth ki lath mohe aisi laagi,

Ho… gayi main mathwaali.

Bal bal jaau apne piya ko,

Hain main jaau waari waari.

Mohe sudh budh naa,

Rahi tann mann ki.

Yeh to jaane duniya saari,

Bebas aur laachaar phiroo main

Haari…main dil hari…. Haari…main dil hari….

(music starts)

Tere naam se jeelu…Tere naam se mar jau….

Tere naam se jeelu…Tere naam se mar jau.

Teri jaan ke sadhke mein,

Kuch aisa kar jau…

Tu ne kya kar dala

Marr gayi main…

Mitt gayi main,

Hoji…Haaji…Ho gayi main

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

Tu ne kya kar dala

Marr gayi main…

Mitt gayi main,

Hoji…Haaji…Ho gayi main

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

(music)

Ishq junoon jab hadh se bad jaye,

Ishq junoon jab hadh se bad jaye,

Haste haste aashiq sooli chad jaye.

Ishq ka jaadu sar chad..kar bole,

Ishq ka jaadu sar chad..kar bole,

Khoob lagalo pehle raste rab khole.

Yahi ishq di marzi hai,

Yahi rab di marzi hai….

Yahi ishq di marzi hai,

Yahi rab di marzi hai.

Tere bin jina kaisa

Khauff nikalti hain.

Tu ne kya kar dala

Marr gayi main…

Mitt gayi main,

Hoji…Haaji…Ho gayi main

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

Ho..ho…..

E main rang rangili diwani,

E main rang rangili diwani,

E main albeli main mastani….

Gau bajau… sabko rjihau…

E main dil sharam se begaani,

E main diwani…diwani…

Tere naam se jeelu…Tere naam se mar jau….

Tere naam se jeelu…Tere naam se mar jau.

Teri jaan ke sadhke mein,

Kuch aisa kar jau…

Tu ne kya kar dala

Marr gayi main…

Mitt gayi main,

Hoji…Haaji…Ho gayi main

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

Ee….teri diwani…diwani

Ee….teri diwani…diwani

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

Teri diwani…diwani…

- Naveen Rahul

Khuda Se Mannath Hai Meri - Keertichakra

Khuda Se Mannath Hai Meri - Keertichakra

(Kailash Kher)

Khuda se mannath hai meri,

Lauta de jannath woh meri.

Khuda se mannath hai meri,

Lauta de jannath woh meri.

Woh aman …woh chaman…. ka nazaara

Woh aman …woh chaman…. ka nazaara

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

Meri rooh ki tasveer mera Kashmee….r

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

Oo….Chaaron tharaf to pehle,

sukoon hi sukoon tha.

Aawaam ko wathan se,

Ishq ka junoon tha.

Ab yahaan qathl hai,

Ab wahaan khoon hai,

Meri aulaad mere Kashmir se,

mehroom hai… mehroom hai

mehroom hai… mehroom hai.

Mera Kashmir sawara kyun,

jab isko yun ujadna tha.

Mera Kashmir sawara kyun,

jab isko yun ujadna tha.

Khushnumaam manjar pe khanjar kyun chalaaya….

Khushnumaam manjar pe khanjar kyun chalaaya….

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

Meri rooh ki tasvee……r…. Mera Kashmee….r…. Oo….

Chaahe kaffn ka joda mujhko pehnade tu…,

Mere bachche ko woh jannath woh Kashmir dikhade tu…,

Woh mera gulistaan ban gaya shamshaan,

Yahaan maut ki dehleez pe,

Khada hai har insaan… Khada hai har insaan…

Tamanna hai... Guzaarish hai….

Ooo….

Darde dil ki khwaish hai…

Tamanna hai... Guzaarish hai….

Darde dil ki khwaish hai…

Doobthi kashti… ko dilaade tu kinaara

Woh aman …woh chaman…. ka nazaara

O Khudaya…..Lauta de…Kashmir dobara…

Mera Kashmee….r….Mera Kashmee….r

Mera Kashmee….r….Mera Kashmee….r

Mera Kashmee….r….Mera Kashmee….r

Oho….Ooho…

Mera Kashmee….r

- Naveen Rahul

Lucifer..............

"Knocking fury off its slumber,
the raven is clawing to unleash the pain.
Submitting to the beast within,
conscience turns a story of past.

Invoking the crucified satan in me,
men gleam unaware of the gory ahead.
It isn't worthy to be called a phoenix,
for it smells all of mud-slinging blood.

Yes...Lucifer me has been resurrected...! "

- unfortunately me!!

If Only I Could Wish ......

If Only I Could Wish …………

I have always felt the way I now feel,

I have never felt any better,

I have never felt any worse,

Is this all the life

I have always been looking forward to !

It’s now that I wish if only I could wish…………

Wish if things weren’t as they are.

Maybe I have started dreaming now,

Wanting of that something

I could never lay my hands on,

Wishing my heart had just that

True air of life to propel me on and on………..

It’s now that I wish if only I could wish…………

Wish for that something I ever wanted to wish.

And now, when I am given the wand

To give my wish a true life,

I am confused as to what was that

I always wanted to wish ???

Was it that or this that I always wanted???

Is it him or her that haunted me in my dreams???

It’s now that I wish if only I could wish………

Wish if i knew who or what is actually that I live for …

- Naveen Rahul

"Bitch"n Around....!!!

{ dedicated 4 all yu galz who wantd to yell tht at me!!! }

.......coming soon