Tuesday, November 27, 2018

3 Years of Tamasha

Often some things are meant to overcome the anathema of transience and attain a sublime status of immortality. Such things are hard to find in our sojourn on earth and make us wander in the realms of abstract identities. I believe it was one of my fortunes to have come across one certain piece of art that has spoken to me in myriad ways. And, I wouldn’t deny that it still continues to tug my heartstrings and help me drive inspiration in moments of both ecstasy and grief.  


It was three years back when I got to walk past the corridors of this cinematic expression created so beautifully by Imtiaz Ali. The movie Tamasha has since then found its relevance at different stages of my life. Whether it’s the incessant longing to travel the unexplored hinterlands of the world like Corsica or the quest to find yourself in the midst of all the chaos. Sometimes through the poignant words of Tara and often through the bewildered actions of Ved, Tamasha goes down my memory lane not only as a fascinating memoir but also a happy respite in times of distress.



Maybe, I am a hopeless sentimentalist who connects deeply with movies like Tamasha. And without any qualms about it, I continue to be captivated by the movie time and again. Often while being transported to another world during the five minutes when ‘Agar Tum Sath Ho’ plays on my playlist and often when I see Ved and Tara playfully dance their hearts out in the multihued streets of Corsica. And sometimes, moving to tears when Ved finds his true self only after his proposal was declined by Tara and finally convincing his authoritarian father about his true passion.



Underrated it may be, in its innocent portrayal of characters, the movie has sent out a number of messages. Ranging from career to love, travel to theatre and from family to finally finding one’s individual identity, it is a gamut of emotions that one goes through life.  I am still journeying through them as I watch the movie with a fresh lens every time. And maybe, I will reflect and write about it on some other day.

Hustling from random gaiety to conscious heartbreaks, Tamasha is a movie not to be forgotten. I have seen Tamasha an umpteen number of times, learning from it and collecting my share of inspirations through Imtiaz Ali’s enchanting writing. And probably, going to live my life watching it again and again until I have lived through an abyss of feelings. 


Sunday, November 25, 2018

An Illusion or Reality?

A glance or an interlude
What the heart craves for
A beginning to something bitter
Or an end to a sweet respite?

The world stands as an illusion
While the footsteps trace an unknown
Is it just a mirage,
Or a virtual truth that leaves you in awe?

Why the heart conjures these intricacies
As the eyes stare at a distance void
A kaleidoscope of myriad colors
Or a conflict between black and white
So why do I look for hues of grey?

You get what you deserve
Or what you honestly wish for?
Do I wait or seek this trail
A trail of oblivion
Or march down the troddy path of discovery?

While hiding and escaping,
The heart absconds
Longing for a soul to revoke,
The transient refuge lasts,
Till the respite appears again,
Letting the loop continues,
Mingling with the struggles of letting go.

Monday, April 14, 2014

The pacifier of the battles!

The tumult in the heart for an impending disaster,
With the clamour in the mind for possible solutions,
The weather of the soul and day shake hands in friendship,
The horrendous rivers cry and shout at the highest pitch,
They hit my soul like a sharp axe hits the trunk of the tree,
Left are the shattered leaves and branches of my wisdom.

 The uproar of winds and water frighten me from within,
The vehement screeching of the mind ends up in vain,
Like the assortment of violent winds troubling the heart,
The direction is lost and the heart wants to go with the wind,
But the brain contradicts and opts for the safer bridge,
Either way the battle is lost for the soul in this moment of outrage.

As I wait for the clashes of winds outside and within me to subside,
The rain takes a momentary pause for the turmoil to stop,
The clouds step aside and the moon shines bright,
The darkest corner of the mind and the street has got its light,
The result of the battle is hidden right in the light of enigmatic moon,
With the artificial light it pours upon it still got a soothing smile.

As I stare at sky studded with stars gleaming but cursed with oblivion,
The mysterious moon shines the brightest and pacifies the soul,
With the ambiguity it revolves around itself,
The deciphering of the direction is the help it offers to the human mind,
Whilst the rain had its share of trouble to the soul,
And the furore sets aside with the achievement of direction from the moon.