सिद्धार्थ- THE PRISONER

TODAY GOTTA WATCH THE MOVIE SIDDHARTH-THE PRISONER...
THE STORY OF THE WRITER...SIDDHARTHA...WHICH MOVES AROUND THE MONEY, A MANU SCRIPT WRITTEN BY THE WRITER AND SOME OTHER MOVIE CHARACTER...MOVIE WITH A SIMPLE STORY GREAT EDITIN AND GREAT DIRECTION WHICH GIVES YOU A MARVEL TOUCH TO THE MOVIE. STORY GETTING INTERESTING BY THE CONCIDENCES, HAPPENING AND EMOTIONS. ITS WORTH TO WATCH LOW BUDGET WITH HIGH MORAL MOVIE FOR THE SENSITIVE AUDIENCE. WHILE ACTING PLAYS A MAJOR PART IN THE MOVIE AND WHICH HAS DOMINATED THIS MOVIE WITH THE FINE TOUCH GIVEN BY RAJAT KAPOOR.
WORTH WATCHING MOVIE...SALUTE TO PRAYAS GUPTA FOR DIRECTING THE MOVIE.
WHEN ONE MASTERS WITH WRETCHES DESIRE, SO HARD TO OVER COME
HIS SORROW WILL JUST FALL, LIKE A WATER DROPS ON THE LOTUS PETALS..-BUDDHA

AMAL........

" RAHI NA GUFTA MERE DIL ME DASTAN MERI,
NA IS DAYAR ME SAMJA KOI JUBAN MERI,
USI SE DUUR RAHA HU ASSLEMUDDA JO THA,
GAI YE UMRE AJIZAH RAYDA MERI,
NA IS DAYAR ME SAMJA KOI JUBAN MERI."- MIR TAQI MIR...

"SOME TIMES POOREST MEN ARE THE RICHEST"

Amal is Hindi movie on simple story of rixawala in Delhi...AMALKUMAR...directed by Richie Mehata written by Richei Mehata and Saun Mehta...a realistic story of a lower middle class man with no melodrama, no bollywood type drametic dilogues, no songs, no romantic scenes, no action scene, still there is something which keep us watchig ... that's the magic of simplicity direction, editing, back ground score and essence of the story. Only one song of the movie that also is compose without music "rahi na gufta mere dil me dastan meri; na is dayar me samja koi juban meri, usi se dur raha hun aslemudda jo tha: gai ye umre azijah rayda meri, na is dayar me samja koi juban meri." MIR TAQI MIR...line sung by Dr Shiva. These
four lines of the gazal and very short time appearance of the Nasiruddin Shah in the movie dominated throughout the movie...hats off to Riche, Saun and 'Poor Man's Production' to give gift of simplicity and secret of happiness...U MUST WATCH IT OUT ON DVD...as its not possible to watch on theatre...because of lack of spices and masala...

RASOOL....

Kamalpura, Palanpur, where i was brought up...i spent my childhood there the old part of the palanpur town. The old culture of the Palanpur was still alive and it was a time of the 80's the routine quite life was there. Kamalpura named by the Navab of Palanpur Kamalshah. It was a Navabi area in old time till all merged with the Indian states.
As area was ruled by the Navab, mixed community is still living in this area and remnant of the old culrure and old construction are still are standing there being neglected by the people and government....
In this mixed communal area i brought up and beside my home there is a Dargah of Pir which was standing in the LATHI...lathi is a open small place where they used to store and sell wood for the use in CHULA as a source of energy...! This LATHI was held by the our lovable person 'RASOOL BHA' by this name we were calling him and papa and people of his generation were calling him RASOOL CHACHA. Dressed up in white to off white pyjama and kurta with hand napkin on the shoulder, white small trimmed hair and small hazy eyes, edentulous mouth which is always chewing something mostly BIJ of melon. He was a very pleasurable person always smiling and supporting to neighbours and needy people. In his free time he was relaxing in LATHI where some tree of lemon tree were there and he used to getting relaxed there with friends and drinking water of BOBA some addicting leaves boiled in water and filtered.Many times he was surrounded by the Squirrels to whom he was offering Bij to eat and often squirrels used to play with him and sitting on his shoulder and head. He married twice i dont know about the first marriage life but second wife was MARIAM MA. He had three son Rasool, Ahmed and Gulab. They all were living wealthy life in that era as RASOOL BHA holding much property gold and money. RASOOLBHA's main business was LATHI initially and he had hobby of playing Bat on number game we called it AANKDA and also plying cards ( TIN PATTI AND RAMI ). He was earning a lot on this games. When he was winning the game he was celebrating and sharing with other by giving them party and money as well. I also was lucky sometime to get 5-10Rs. As the time was passing same routine life was going on there i have seen many police raids there and matter settled by the giving bribe to constables. Many times seen people quarreling if they lose money in their Bat or while they got drunk after winning the game. Rasoolbha's son also were following tradition of his father by playing games on the PATTA and ANKADA. As the Rasoolbha was getting older his business was lead by his son the business of palying bat and business of selling wood. Not well managed or due to over expenditure or other word i can put last is the lack of luck which ruined life of this happy family. In very short time i have seen the things getting shattered. selling household items to get money and to put in the business, now the sole business was playing cards and ANKADA, the business of selling wood was not exist because they didn't have money to purchase new wood to sell it. I have heard they had sell their ornament and i had seen them selling their old precious vessel for sake of getting money out of those. Now Marium Ma was no more in short illness she left this world. And RASOOL BHA was alone running out of money his son was fighting with him selling more and more of his property and getting drunk round the clock searching for the money and selling what ever he get out of the home. The final result was expected his wife left him with her two daughters and one son. Gulab left them long before a time he also got divorsed after a short marriage life. Now in the one time wealth family only two person were there Ahmed and RASOOL...with out money with property and his wealthy home was now full of air separated by two wall. Ahmed was coming home less frequently and many times drunken only and later i had heard that he also left the place and went toward the Ajmer selling his LATHI to someone called JABBAR. Now wealthy home which was being held by the RASOOL was still being held by the RASOOL but the difference was that now he was not frequently remaining in his home mostly he was coming to home at evening time. His friends were not visiting him his family members were not there and his real friends squirrels also not there with him because the LATHI was already sold to other person so he was not going there and other reason that he didnt have any money to buy even 5RS, the amount he was giving us when he was winning his game,of BIJ those he can serve to squirrel.
Many times i have seen him hungry sitting in his dark home at evening and his body was much weak than before he was still wearing pyjama kurta but not white or off white because of dirt and stain. His eyes were looking much smaller than before some times we could not see it because of over flooded water called tears. Many time papa offered him food which he was hesitating to accept but with force he accepted it and had it in his dark home. The bright of wealth was turned in to the darkness of life and the linking factor was.....the game of bat...playing card...These was the 10years of the journey by RASOOLBHA from wealth to death...light to darkness...
now he is no more only memories are held by the people know him those who residing for short time don't even knowing him and people who were knowing him i never heard remembering about him...yes this is the end of story... a success story? a Reverse success story of a one time successful Man called RASOOL.....

sachin our GOD of cricket..

I am fuuuulllllyyyy euphoric today....now nothing have to say and nothing want to say....He has shown up...now the lips are sealed by fevikwik they are hiding themselves and still they want to keep their headup because they also have seen what has happened today...who they are they are the stupid criticiser they become numbed today....now He has shown to shut them up...thats a great feeling for me i am ecstatic today my lungs are full of proud today i can not be able to control this feeling in my heart....and for those who are the fan of Him time to celebration because they have become the part of the history written today...and years after we will tell the story of this history to our grand son...history of our God of cricket and He is SACHIN....congratulation dear...
CHEERS...