A small peice I wrote after reading the article for Anurag Kashyap by Abbas Tyrewala.I wish he could read it!!Add to it if you want to
seven years,
Bleeding tears,
It makes me wonder
god hears!!
heart broken,
bottle open,
they kept on laughing
you downtrodden!!
gathered hurts,
naked cuts,
and still you try
Bloody guts!!
thrice messed,
hungry zest,
but please, once again
your best
Thursday, October 12, 2006
For Anurag Kashyap and Abbas Tyrewala
If,the news on the front page of the fastest selling newspaper in mumbai can be about the scam involving Farah Khan in the dance competition show on TV, then definitely in such a country Fana is a hit and Paanch is not "Healthy Entertainment".The evil is not in those people who tell Anurag Kashyap that Paanch is too long to be a thriller or in those who tell him that he is not a racing horse yet. The evil is bigger and is beyond the capacity of words.There is something fundamentally wrong with the design, something wrong with our perception of existence.
Here in India most of the people are doing what they dont want to, probabaly because the great Indian middle class has taught its offsprings to think in straight line and never to break conventions. Rebellion is not our way of living for we are so afraid of loosing our securities that we choose to loose our freedom.As a result, the best guitarist of our country is probably writing software in Infosys, and the best writers are dying like innocents in Nazi gas chambers, its just that the chambers are named call centers. We have been the cheap labourers of the world since 16th century, now we have started taking pride in it too.No wonder, the number of Indian entrepreneurs is small, just like the number of Indian films in the international scene.
Coming from a a middle class family of north india, I know how parents coax their children into eigther Engineering or medicine. There is nothing else they know or find anything worth risking their safe paths. I eventually cleared IIT to join the brigade of the 4000 elite Indians just to find that probably that was not the best place for me. In my Alma Matar, I found people who spent three fourth of their graduation in playing guitar, writing stories and doing theatre. But the future of all these people was inevitably a software company.
May be, one odd of these insane souls would leave his job and make" hyderabad blues" but the rest would suffer,every time they see the poster of a Fanaa or read about a Black Friday being dumped.They will suffer because they know that Murder was made while they were writing codes, "Ek baar Aaja" was composed when they were attending calls in the gas chamber. My rage is not against the absence of ability, my rage is against the absence of desire. The desire to sustain the love for beauty.
The evil which forced me to clear IIT,the evil which forced the great guitarist to be a coder is the same which wrote the filthy front page stories,the one which dumped BlackFriday, the one which declared that Paanch is not healthy entertainment.While writing this I have "Langda tyagi Rocks" in my mind, sitting in his office,thinking about the script he has written and wondering why Gulal didnt get the financers.The song "High Hopes" by pink floyd is playing somewhere deep inside me for I know that he is a victim of his hopes and he will suffer like an atheist. An atheist, whose faith gets crumbled every time Allwyn Kalicharan is dumped and black friday is banned.
Here in India most of the people are doing what they dont want to, probabaly because the great Indian middle class has taught its offsprings to think in straight line and never to break conventions. Rebellion is not our way of living for we are so afraid of loosing our securities that we choose to loose our freedom.As a result, the best guitarist of our country is probably writing software in Infosys, and the best writers are dying like innocents in Nazi gas chambers, its just that the chambers are named call centers. We have been the cheap labourers of the world since 16th century, now we have started taking pride in it too.No wonder, the number of Indian entrepreneurs is small, just like the number of Indian films in the international scene.
Coming from a a middle class family of north india, I know how parents coax their children into eigther Engineering or medicine. There is nothing else they know or find anything worth risking their safe paths. I eventually cleared IIT to join the brigade of the 4000 elite Indians just to find that probably that was not the best place for me. In my Alma Matar, I found people who spent three fourth of their graduation in playing guitar, writing stories and doing theatre. But the future of all these people was inevitably a software company.
May be, one odd of these insane souls would leave his job and make" hyderabad blues" but the rest would suffer,every time they see the poster of a Fanaa or read about a Black Friday being dumped.They will suffer because they know that Murder was made while they were writing codes, "Ek baar Aaja" was composed when they were attending calls in the gas chamber. My rage is not against the absence of ability, my rage is against the absence of desire. The desire to sustain the love for beauty.
The evil which forced me to clear IIT,the evil which forced the great guitarist to be a coder is the same which wrote the filthy front page stories,the one which dumped BlackFriday, the one which declared that Paanch is not healthy entertainment.While writing this I have "Langda tyagi Rocks" in my mind, sitting in his office,thinking about the script he has written and wondering why Gulal didnt get the financers.The song "High Hopes" by pink floyd is playing somewhere deep inside me for I know that he is a victim of his hopes and he will suffer like an atheist. An atheist, whose faith gets crumbled every time Allwyn Kalicharan is dumped and black friday is banned.
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