Storms ruled the first thousand years of life.
By the time I claimed my room, I turned into a zombie...
Suspended somewhere between the worlds within and outside...
Vaguely aware of either...
But then, existence needs more meaning, and spectacles need a windowpane...
Right here, I found mine…

Who am I? An average woman - trying to work on my share of maze through layers of haze...

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Reminiscence

Dated:14 July 2000(Class XI)

At this instant, I, Sanchari Mukherjee, or Brishti, as I am affectionately called by my parents … and also by dadu, my late grandfather, am standing all alone at this little grilled verandah attached to our new apartment in Saltlake. This is the posh, unfeeling area, where we have just shifted to from the triple storied, well-renowned ‘Mukherjee Bari’ of Bhavanipur. The latter had been the birthplace of my great grandfather and all his numerous descendants, including me.

At this instant, everything in our new little coop lay at sixes and sevens. There sits my mom and dad, in our freshly painted drawing room, with tears rolling down their cheeks. I have just handed over to them three insignificant objects I discovered while unpacking the boxes –three objects belonging to my dadu, that have taken my parents to the darkness of remorse, sorrow and reminiscence.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Re:anonymous

Hi friends,

Antara is back to her windowpane after weeks. Hope you all are doing fine.

This blog is with reference to an interesting question posted by an ‘anonymous’ soul as a comment to my first blog entry –‘ On Bollywood’. Here goes the question : “…who is the hero of the film?...in its true sense.....is it daya?...is it akash!!....who?...n why?” Yah you have got it right, it is about the movie ‘Gangster’.

A tricky question Mr./Ms. Anonymous ! And the answer depends on how you interpret the word ‘hero’.

Taking ‘hero’ to be synonymous with the protagonist of the movie, it is none other than Simran… not only because we see the entire story through her eyes, but also because her yearning for a ‘ghar’(home) is what takes the movie forward .. it is ‘her’ dreams that get fulfilled, shattered or taken advantage of by the other characters through out the course of the movie.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Metamorphosis

The diary entry of Emperor Ashoka on the last day of the Battle of Kalinga
Dated:20 Nov 2000 (Class XI)

Day 10, the Battlefield of Kalinga:
The great battle of Kalinga has eventually come to an end, and with this, I, Emperor Ashoka, the grandson of the valiant Chandragupta Maurya, have established my supremacy over the crores of inhabitants of my newly gained territory. With the latest inclusion of Kalinga, my empire today stretches from the foot of the mighty Himalayas in the North to the Mysore in the South, from the Brahmaputra in the East to the Arabian Sea in the West. Yes, I have upheld the honor of my glorious ancestry…. .Yes, I have made my mark!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

On Bollywood...



Hi,
I am not a movie buff. Ask me out for a latest release the world can’t wait to watch and you may get a least interested lethargic yawn in reply! Kax (aka Kakoli, my dear old buddy) will readily bear witness to my confession. Poor soul! I wonder how this ‘hot-n-happening’ lady manages to bear with me till now!

But the last week has been a movie-watching week for me. Call it peer pressure, chilling out (these are the very last days of my student life) or the good luck of the film industry. So when I finally made up my mind to write a blog, this is the topic that hit upon me.

Arranged chronologically, the movies I saw in the past few days are Gangster, Fanaa and Ladri Di Bicyclette (aka The Bicycle Thief).The last one is an Italian movie released in 1948 that can be called a landmark in the history of films. I prefer to postpone further discussions on this movie till a later blog as this belongs to a genre markedly different from the other two mentioned. I repeat, the difference lies in the genre and treatment of the film and not in the time gap between their makings, for, just as all great works of literature and art, Ladri Di Bicyclette has a message that remains relevant irrespective of time or context of interpretation.