Sunday, August 11, 2019

Vision




Mellow yellow sunshine
Like a dream catcher
Throw bait
To translate  moments
Into mementos.

Golden rays spike in as reminders
That distance is perhaps a mind game
When a tingling warmth on skin
Makes the sun feel like a lover
Cuddling in with a cup of tea.

The light and shade
Like yin and yang
Inspire a rush of emotion
Making the windowsill as stage of sorts
I sit and soak in the shine and coze
As another thought drifts across
Forming soap bubbles 
Of woe 
Transform into wonder!


Pictured -  An evening tryst with tea and sunset.

Wednesday, August 07, 2019

Missing

I forgot my Mantra
Something's amiss
Mojo you said?
That's absconding as well.
I look here, and then there 
It's got to be found
Can you tell me where?
So, for a restart 
Let's do a long gaze at a sunset
Or a hazy depiction of one. if that!
Wouldn't that be a perfect pairing?
Grainy image, juvenile wordage,
'Lost as lost can be' theme
Lingering around the laze.

I broke my spirit
I ripped my heart
Did I tell you? I forgot my Mantra?
Let it begin
The recollection
The search
The mending 
The stitching!
And the attempts commence
Dusting the space
Making way to what can seep in
The good, the bad, the silly or the meaningless
Whatever comes, let it in
May be the Mantra can come in then.
May be!

Pictured - California sunset, from behind the windshield.

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Oh Baby! and Beyond


I had a very skewed view of movie producers and that reflected on my perception of Sunitha Tati when I first learned that she is a movie producer. I imagined her to be a filthy rich lady that funded Tollywood productions while comfortably lounging around and doing little. When we spoke, Suntiha told me about her next project in pipeline and mentioned that she had Samantha, the Telugu movie goers' sweetheart  committed to play  Bebakka, the protagonist in  a remake of the Korean film Miss.Granny and another successful woman  that made a mark in Tollywood world, Nandini reddy directing the film and the famous Suresh Productions co-producing it with her.

"I watched Miss.Granny" I proclaimed with pride, as it was indeed a happy coincidence that I did watch a Korean film of all films in the few countable films I watched in my lifetime. 
"You are only the second person that had watched it so far, that I spoke to" She beamed with happiness, flashing her characteristic grin while her twinkling eyes shone a tad more. We spoke about the script in length and I promptly got back to watching it again, after our conversation. 

While in India, I had the opportunity to be in the background of all the pre-production work Sunitha took up from casting to re-imagining the script to make it resonate with a regional audience. I watched her grit and resolve in utter awe. While she 'flight hopped' from Korea to Mumbai to Hyderabad in what looked like a tiring infinite loop, I was in the background too speechless to even cheer her. This woman was just about to redefine everything 'creative' for me. It was then that the haze surrounding my 'film producer' stereotype started to clear up. Not just that but I had a new paradigm to ambition, dreaming and manifesting our desires to create. 

What ensued were some of the most important and intense lessons I learned, all while having the privilege of Sunitha's company. I saw her oversee the smallest of details, making plans and plan Bs for the unforeseen and roping in technicians and supporting cast to get the film rolling. She executed all of this with a single minded focus on what was to be addressed at that moment. For me she kicked up worldly dreams to a spiritual level. The way she stood unfazed, never for once doubting her faith in the script or the execution process, never once succumbing to the pressures of film making, never once dismissing a nobody like me and including me in her creative journey is something that is awe inspiring. Her focus and energies were always in the 'NOW' doing what needed to be done. No job was too small for her, no detail too trivial. If this isn't a meditative state of executing a worldly task, I wouldn't know what really is! 
"We need to give form to our thoughts" She would look at me intently and say. "Unless we create something out of our thoughts, they remain what they are - thoughts!" 

There are numerous labels one could use to describe Sunitha - Film Producer, Spiritual seeker, entrepreneur, professional, Cancer survivor - but she stands alone as a woman of substance, not letting any one label define or confine her. She is a doer in a talking world, she doesn't let her work get hindered by any inward or outward impediments whatsoever. Like they say - 'If there's a will, there's a way!' and she probably could be a poster child for that adage and a perfect brand ambassador for all those spiritual discourses that point in one direction - that all we have is this moment and we need to do what needs to be done now without dwelling in the illusion of the past or future. Then dear people, we have the walkers such as Sunitha who walk the talk!

When I saw the trailer of "Oh Baby" I couldn't have been more sure about how laborious this production was for Miss. Tati - a production that could be compared with bringing a baby to this world after a lengthy gestation, and that my friends, is mothering at a whole new level. A level that I am very happy to have understood, thanks to being a fellow traveler with Sunitha Tati for the past so many months. 

Oh! Baby is scheduled to a world wide release on the 5th of July 2019. Please go and catch it on the big screen and be prepared to be entertained and get smiling, laughing and welling up. It is a very unique and fresh perspective of a story that is worth it for what it portrays and for all the sincerity, effort and faith Sunitha and her team invested into the making of this film. I am sure all the honesty and hard work would reflect in the movie's every frame. 

Here's wishing the Oh!Baby team a tremendous success!

May Doers Prevail!



Thursday, June 13, 2019

For the love of Imtiaz (Ali), Harry met Sejal again!


I am utterly easy to please and utterly difficult to impress. You can check with my first born if you question the above statement. But egotism apart, the point of this ponder is to talk about one of the few people that manages to impress me time and again. It is Imtiaz Ali, the brain, heart and soul behind some memorable movies in Bollywood - at least in my arsenal of memorable films. 

So when Harry met Sejal was in the making, I had this anticipation to watch out for how Mr.Ali is to woo me yet again with his charms of film making.I know, the title is uninspiring and sounds so much like "Harry and Sally" from Rodeo drive. But, it is a given that we get 'inspired' and that inspiration doesn't elude even original thinkers like Mr.Ali - and what's in a name anyway? It's just a label of recognition. 

I didn't go catch it on the marquee - luckily for me, I didn't have my friend Ms.Madhavan persuade me to go to the theater for obvious reasons - it didn't have a certain Mr.Kapoor or a certain Miss (now Missus) Padukone. So, I kind of halfheartedly watched SRK and Anushka in action while doing my chores once it streamed on Netflix. For me, Harry and Sejal fell flat. They didn't do much except bore me to a point where I switched the telly off,half way through. I didn't want to consume unconsumable stuff. 

Long after I dismissed Harry and Sejal as boring, a little voice in my head kept egging me to give Mr.Ali a second chance. Now Imtiaz is one of those endangered species in bollywood story telling, who conceives character and emotion driven plots. Seldom do we find an intricate story in his works, but somehow, by the virtue of making his leading characters embark on this journey of self discovery through the people they bump into and get influenced and inspired by, he creates a layered viewing experience that is filled with gasps, 'aha' moments and once in a while fills the peepers as well, in the intensity of those second hand emotions that find their way into the minds of hard hearted, logic driven viewer like me. 

"What you are seeking is seeking you" is the log line. I got the metaphorical engagement ring that is lost and the the allegory of the 'seeking' well bred, 'sister type' Sejal does with the vagabondish Harry. Each carrying their own bags and baggage and each finding what they were seeking in the unusual company of the other. On paper, Harry and Sejal must have been every bit as convincing as the leads of 'Jab we met' or Highway or Tamasha...but when the translation to the screen occurred, some crucial details fell through the cracks. Yes, I get Sejal's side of the discovery but Harry's demons stay vague and obscure failing to create the trademark 'character driven magic' Imtiaz creates time and again. 


I know I sound every bit like those 'reviewers' out there. That isn't the point. At all. The point is, I am smitten by Imtiaz Ali's story telling prowess, his deep, meaningful, welling up human relations that he explores through his protagonists and his ability to take the movie goer beyond entertainment. There are wonderful, insightful and smile inducing moments in Harry and Sejal's journey too...I specially was smiling through the scene where Sejal keeps on repeating "Main uss se laayak hoon" pointing to the super hot female entertainer they meet in the quest of finding what they were seeking. That gyrating she does - Oh God! the sister type and her voids! Oh my! I smiled, laughed and them got all smitten by Mr.Ali's nuanced, subtle character exploration. 

But the meeting sank, not because it went over the heads of the average Joe of a movie goer, but because it didn't recreate the intensity that we have come to trust Mr. Ali with. But then again, our Midas touch goes to the garage once in a while. It is really okay. Such is life!



Pictured -Harry and Sejal, sporting their Tom ford and Ray Ban aviators respectively ;)

Friday, May 31, 2019

The twist

There's a unicorn with a golden mane
Iridescent coat and a sparkly horn
She glimmers and shines
Smiling through her densely fringed eyes,
She adorns the footwear of a child in guise.
The exotic creature has a magical presence
Cutting through her manmade effervescence.
When she glides along with the child in guise
All and sundry sport a smile, perhaps of surprise!
The smile could even be a mocking laugh
Possibly of a secondhand embarrassment
On the child in guise's behalf. 
Cause the feet that slip into the golden maned unicorn
Are attached to a woman, grown up and a half.
Little does the child in guise care
And embraces unicorn shoes, humming bird bracelets
Rhinoceros pendants
And ladybugs studded to the earlobes.
In her critter company
The quirky little child in disguise
Lives happily ever after -
Go ahead, judge her!
She'll probably respond in laughter. 

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Undercover


Out of the blue
Emerges green - lush with yellow streaks
Sporting smears of light and dark
Shine and shadow.
Out of the brown
Springs green,
Shooting through the soil
Swiftly up the bark
Slithering into vein thin stalks
Spreading above my head
Like an umbrella
Shielding, soothing, swaying!
Playing hide and seek
In beams of rays
Forming metaphoric arrays
Much like this illusion
Called life?
Out of the green
Sprouts a thought
A flash of smile.
Blessing in the angry noon,
Ala carte of shelter served with inspiration
To breathe in verde
And breathe out a verse.

Friday, May 24, 2019

The big picture


Rain, perhaps has the most effective ambiance of all the natural occurrences. Just yesterday, as I was reading a Monk's memoir, I come across a tidbit of knowledge that says consciousness is light. That is probably why the figurative "clouded" is so cliched when it comes to denoting haze of the human mind, conception and perspective. But when I caught a glimpse of the cloudy night as I drove past the interstate, I was froze for a moment. It comes to me from all quarters, this instruction to be aware but not pondering to stay connected to the source. I know this gets clouded, this piece of information, but let me not delve too deep into my ongoing spiritual quest and the knowledge and insights acquired therein and stay where I am supposed to stay which is blogging about the ambient clouds that graced my way and staying in touch with the cathartic process of writing. 

The better part of my vista point was focused on the vastness of the sky smudged with the nimbus, reducing the 'Waning Gibbous' stage heavenly satellite (aka Moon) to a glorified city light on the horizon. I had to do a second take to spot the moon by the raised facade of the local movie theater. The sky looked like a canvas being prepared for a masterpiece, sporting depths and lights of blue and indigo smudged with the effervescence of white, the king of colors. Well, this opinion is open for debate, but if light is consciousness and the bliss of connecting to the eternal is described as 'white' - it has to be the emperor, whole soul and the ultimate of colors anyway - what perspective change, I gather! - but all smears of pastels and primaries, secondaries and tertiary are only enhanced against a white background. Right?

So I freeze there, in the cosmic intelligence, in the vast, unfathomable cryptic code that goes into bringing the universe into existence and symbolically, my eye span only notices the space above reducing the perfectly paved grey roads, the bright trailing automobile lights, the traffic, the concrete edifices and the florescent road signs to a meager after thought of the sprawling space above - kind of like a denotation of the speck this earth becomes in the big picture.
"It's a stage" someone smart opined "and we are acting our parts" - may be that awareness in the background puts things in perspective and lifts the clouds of ignorance. May be that awareness is the one that our race needs.

Pictured - My smart phone's capture of the infinite.