jagan goes nirbal

i would like this to happen someday in the near future. a fairly (un) popular politician whose name more or less rhymes with that mentioned in the title is proceeding for a very serious shraddhanjali ceremony. He steps out in his spotless white kurta that cloaks his black heart and with his mind all prepped up to figure where the next few hundred crores will be squeezed out from. he steps out with his entourage , hands folded, and a smug smile directed at the tv cameras. soon he starts swaying from left to right -an unchoreographed movement that comes up only spontaneously.
as the torso swings from left to right, his face contorts-the way it does in moments of extreme pleasure or pain. and the eyes bulge out. the cameras then pan downwards to spot the source of this rather unsightly samba.
its a pariah dog that was trained for weeks on end to "spot the sausage" and leap at it...

GOW (Gangs of Wasseypur)and all the talk about the "changing grammar" of indian cinema is GOMN (Getting On My Nerves). Am a great fan of Anurag Kashyap AND Just watched it.. and what do i remember- Manoj Bajpai's performance and a couple of interesting tarantinoesque scenes. But arre bhai, story kiske g**** mein ghus gayi? (to borrow from the lexicon that the dialogue tries to popularise). Grammar has a purpose- it needs to convey something in a meaningful manner. If it does not, the entire work can dissolve into vomit -with food fragments-that seemed interesting at some point!! dirty analogy. but seems apt. These days, it has become a fashion to "wow" unconventional treatments- irrespective of whether the overall movie holds itself together well. . I side with the story though... and i am sure i am not the only one to do so. Hope Part 2 makes me salute Mr Kashyap the way "dev d", "gulal", "black friday" did

a finite loop

On the college street i stand
In 1992, cooking up a feast of the future
Of transitions to a time i wish to live,
Twenty years from now, it would be so different...

Twenty years of recipe making have gone by
Cracked picture it is, in the mind's eye
Of the college street where i wish i stood again
Instead of where the transition has brought me.