Saturday Saga...

If a movie arrives, can Dibbo be far behind?

A limp and crepe, and a craving heart,

Decided to begin anew, stir up my soul and mind.

A soul stirring saga and a magical man,

Disrupted in parts but yet a director can,

"copy" a few and make a very new,

Visually stunning choreographed piece,

Pathos and humour, blended with equal ease.

And ah! those eyes and the dancing steps,

With a new face Aditya and Aish's subtle pace,

A splendid first half and a wrenching plea,

With a running time of 140 minutes, it's a movie to see!

For all those who crib 'bout Sophia's red lips,

And a room almost like Sabyasachi's store,

I ask, bring few examples, bring few more

Of films that make poetry of senses.

Get rid of reviewing with biased lenses.

And see what a magical man can do,

With his poise and his stoicism too.

For I liked it and yes there were flaws,

But moments make a film, and although no laws,

Legalize mercy killing and deny Ethan's wish,

But for love and for Art’s sake and for a sensory trip,

I recommend, for once, do watch Guzaarish.

The auto driver is in no hurry. Nor are the passengers. Life at some places, creeps like a snail. As if for them tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow never comes. They live the “here and now”. An old woman is standing in the middle of nowhere with two small children, one a boy and another, a girl, and a young woman accompanying them. The auto can not accommodate all of them but she insists the driver to stop and tells him that only she will board. The driver is happy because he gets another passenger. The lady takes a lot of trouble to board the auto, being such an aged person that she is. The driver says, “ebar jai?” The lady smiles and says, “ektu dara baba.” The driver waits. The lady takes out her purse, unzips it and out of that purse comes out another small pouch. She opens it and takes out few ten rupee notes. Everyone is watching her. She does everything with so much care! Then she hands out a twenty rupee note to the boy, and two ten rupee notes to the girl, who are standing for a long time. The children smile and that brings a satisfying smile to the lady. The driver says, “dida, holo nati natni ke poisha deoa?”, and smiles. The lady replies in affirmative. The auto moves on. And so do we..

Panopticon was designed by Jeremy Bentham in 1785. It is a prison building which allows the observer to observe, without letting the subjects know that they are being seen. The details, well,you can Google!!

I like observing the world around me, the nuances of it and the ever changing, ever constant city Kolkata.

My effort is to note down the throbbing, pulsating and living history of the people whom I come across everyday. In its beauty and ugliness alike, I would endeavor to capture glimpses of the city and its essence, and the slices of my life too, enmeshed in the humdrum of the daily routine.

Cheers!!