Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Friday, February 20, 2009

Epiphanies of my punctured night

Almost like epiphanies are not well timed and recorded on video. There are some sentences that play in head like prime numbers. Like the haikus of Basho, I feel myself grow an inch or two in weird times and sometimes being stripped in public in the revelation of little talks. Like yesterday, she was talking about how her mum fed her food and I got a vivid memory recall of how I was fed similarly till I was in seventh grade and I wanted to rush home and cry and get my mum to feed me bhaakhri and moong daal.
That was the stripping of the bare naive person inside. Moment of truth comes when I cannot sleep until I have cleaned the room and my clothes and everything else and in this I think about the conversations of the day and then play the same cassette of the past incidents of eighteen years of life. I think about how I have been able to utter irrefutable common truths with so many subtleties and I felt like a photograph in sepia light on a cloudy day about to break into a downpour. Probably I keep reverting to the old past cassette because they are cemented referal points for similar experiences in future and present. Like a wasp in October. Cam you even imagine that in this mind which appears so thoughtful and preoccupied with a line of thought, actually play seven or eight stories at the same time: exercise and become thinner, save money, finish assignments, finish reading, perform better, look good, don't forget deadlines, i am hungry, i miss mum and dad, i wonder where mosquito is and finally why should I even care...
In such moments I take a deep breath and just throw myself on the bed like at the zenith of pathos and cry my heart out. Then suddenly someone sings "Stop crying your heart out" and I just begin to wonder if I am wasted enough or what. Then, I calm down and read and realise that all I really want to do is travel and read and teach, go to as many places possible and that is the consolation for a wavering life between extreme ambitions and apparent lack of a feasible goal. Also, I forget while writing, become blank, become irritated and then think for two minutes. Yes, I recall...
Whenever such epiphanies occur and I feel more stable than ever, I cannot come to look at the past as a stupid, foolish or impulsive memoir because for me there is not a higher present and a lower past. What I have done in the past of time, I am very much capable of doing and becoming like that even today and in the future. With puffy eyes and a cup of coffee I sit and write and again go to the compulsion of thinking if I actually write well.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

February and the pleasure of touch

When you hold me by the loose uneven strand of hair that changes color by each ray of sunlight, when your eyes travel the tissues of my cheek and with every motion of the gaze I turn a deeper shade of pink, magenta, fuschia and purple, when your breath vibrates the air molecules that knock at my ear drum and make a hot orange splash that drowns my brain, I wonder: Is this February or the divine pleasure of touch or just me stuck in your old frame?

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Radio script for a music show (30m)

Outline and script for radio show: Filmy funda

Duration: 30 minutes

Radio station: Radio Blues 99.2 F.M

D.J links: 5

Maximum number of songs: 5-6

Other things to be included: Radio station jingle, Sound bites

Day parting: Afternoon show (2:00-5:00 p.m.)

Language: English

Tone: Cheerful, Peppy

Pitch: High pitch female voice as D.J

Music genre: Hindi film songs

Tempo= Medium-slow

Theme: Film reviews, inside news/gossip, interviews with TV. /film personalities

Link 1: (bed= lounge music instrumental) A very cool hello on this hot Bangalore afternoon to all of you from your RJ _______. Now it’s time for your very own scoop of new, hot Bollywood songs, some gossip, and a lot of other interesting talk and an exclusive review of the much awaited “Delhi-6”. Ah-ah, this is not all! To catch the surprise celeb interview of the day, exciting hourly prizes and the filmy funda question stay tuned into Radio Blues 99.2 F.M.: It’s all about music! For now, enjoy this Dev-D number to kick off the lazy afternoon… a personal favorite too! (40-42 s)

Song 1: Nayan tarsey (Dev-D) (3m10s) (Tempo= medium)

Radio Blues jingle: It’s all… you say (chorus)…It’s all…I say (chorus)…It’s all…we say (chorus)…About the music! Radio Blues! (9-10s)

(Fade in) Song 2: Shamur- Let the music play (3m44s) (Tempo=medium) (Fade out)

Link 2: (bed= lounge/club) Yes, the music will keep on playing because you are listening to Blues and our only love is music. Talking about love and music, we just heard something really interesting about our dear Adnan Sami and his marriage which is…erm…literally on the rocks! It was heard that Adnan’s wife walked out on him after alleging him of domestic violence and mistreatment. That’s not what we expected my friend but all we can do now is wait and watch! Its two fifteen and time for my question: So, stop all your work, write it down! Tell me the name of the child artist in the film “Hum hai raahi pyaar ke” who is also a famous star now. Call me on 99-22-55-331 or text me your answers to FFspace992. Sonam Kapoor and the pigeon dance, Massakkali coming up next on Blues… (57s)

Song 3: Massakkali (Delhi-6) (4m52s) (tempo=slow-medium)

Ad slot for 1:00m

Song 4: Sapnon se bharey naina (Luck by Chance) (5:00m) (tempo=medium-fast)

Link 3: (bed= apache (shadows)) Again one of the cherished numbers of this season from Luck by Chance, Zoya Akhtar’s directorial debut in the film industry and this is what she had to say to us at the Star Screen film awards: “(Zoya Akhtar sound bite) Hi, you are listening to me on Radio Blues 99.2 F.M and I thank you all for watching my first film. I hope that I make even better cinema ahead. Watch out for my next film “Red roses” and keep listening to Luck by Chance tracks only on Radio Blues.” Thank you, Zoya and we move on to another nominated track “Khuda Jaaney” from Bachna Ae Haseeno, Vishal Dadlani giving astounding music. Enjoy! (40s)

Song 5: Khuda Jaaney (Bachna Ae Haseeno) (3m35s) (tempo=slow)

Link 4: (bed=bugle sound) welcome back, this is RJ ______ on Filmy funda and now it’s time for Shout aloud, our exclusive film review segment: SHOUT ALOUD (sfx). The film for this week is the much touted Rakeysh Mehra film: Delhi-6. Erm… Let’s see- the pros and cons: first the positive: Doing it again, Rehman scores fab music, brilliant cinematography, Abhishek and newcomer Sonam both good performances! Negatives: The second half drags, the plot loses focus and somewhere you feel déjà-vu, all in all 3.5 on 5 stars to Delhi-6. Here’s what the audience had to say: (sound bites of random viewers) “Ooh, I loved it… Abhishek rocks… The songs are awesome… it was bit boring in the second half…” That’s all for my take on Delhi-6. For your comments mail me on Filmyblues@tv22.com. (1m)

Song 6: Bora Bora (Bluff master) (3m09s) (tempo= medium-fast)

Link 5: Its two thirty already, time flies like airplanes and India bags seven BAFTA’s with Slum dog! Congratulations and celebrations… It’s also the time for me to say bye bye to you until I meet you tomorrow with more songs, filmy news and the answer to today’s question! But, before I go, my song pick of the day is “Paper planes-M.I.A”. In fact the artist has a really interesting history: more on that and her future projects on Filmy funda at 2:00 p.m. on Radio Blues tomorrow. Till then RJ _________ signing off. Ciao. (35s)

Song 7: Aari Aari (Bombay Rockers) (4m12s) (temp=fast)

Total time taken: 33m 15s

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Tyagaraajam Gali

Before it is mispronounced and misunderstood:
Tyaa-guh-raa-jem Guh-lee

The first word is made of the roots "tyaaga" and "raajam" meaning the "king of sacrifice". Never mind the king or queen, the masculine prick etc because no matter what "king" sounds more empowering to me and embodies more authority when addressed even to a female. Of course, since I write these they have something to do with me. I AM, in fact what is written. Yes, Tyagaraajam. I cannot deny, I revel in sacrifice (completely ego-feeding) and I love providing. I adore being the shady, half face in the dark-giver of all you ask-the silent godmother figure. That has been buzzing and came up because of everything in the past weeks and months. I just cannot say NO. I don't want to. I want to stretch a little, creep beneath, twist the finger and get the butter and then throw it to other hounds jumping below. Probably, this reliability and patron factor is unique to me. Sometimes, I can't get a better high. And hence, my "Gali". A space, lane, domain encompassing all activities of human life where there is bound to be a "Tyagaraajam Gali" and you will find me seated at the very heart of the golden throne inside on the eighth left main, on 5 august, 2005 (my favorite date because it is short to write in french letters).

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Wanted! Help in Translation

I want some soopar person who can translate English to Kannada understanding the gist/essence of the matter, not literally translating. It pertains to a questionnaire which is to be administered to policewomen in Bangalore. No fees will be paid. If interested, please be calling at +91-9886918476 or plz plz be dropping a comment here. Many thanks :)