Sunday, 22 May 2011

Kashmakash is a Beautiful movie.

Kashmakash is a Beautiful movie.

 I watched the movie yesterday 22/05/11 at Cinemax Vashi with my wife.

 Rituporno Ghosh is a great director. But I had never liked his movies too much.

But today after watching Kashmakash I can say he is truly a great artist. The way he has brought out the essence of Tagore on celluloid reminds one of the great master Ray and his works Ghare Baire and Charulata.

 The movie has been treated in a lyrical manner where each scene becomes flowers strung in a garland . The camera, lighting ,art direction and makeup are of high quality and compels  you  to watch the scenes by the sheer magic created on celluloid.

 Gulzar again proves why he should be called the poet sublime. He has again reinvented himself. The Hindi dialogues and the music are also so sweet on your ears that you realise  what you were missing.

 Acting by Jishu,Raima and Dhritiman are of top order. Raima looks like a fairy . Such beauty has not been seen on screen for many days after Jayaprada and Madhuri. But the surprise packet is Riya who has exuded the innocent and Lolita-like appeal which has made her role the most lovable.

But even the moon has its blemishes. So let me point out to them:

1. Hindi dubbing seems to be done in a hurry. It could have been better.

2. The capsize of boat could be shot with more action.

3. The effect of father's death was treated very lightly ,almost ignored. It was jarring.

4.Prosenjit acted well but was miscast. He looked aged and old. Everything has a shelf life.............


Posted on facebook and my blog

Saturday, 21 May 2011


Every weekend I spare some time
to watch the migratory flamingoes
as they visit the waterbody near my home.
They come one by one - or sometimes in flocks.
Over the marsh that provides them with food.
They gather their food from the muddy water
as they stride gracefully along the banks.
Its a majestic site to watch .
And I am sure will gladden everyone.
I always wonder , where they go thereafter
After the evening sets, do they have nests?
Or do with sleep in the open .
They must be wary of predators in the dark.
Watching them gives me the strength to live.
Their life teach me a lesson everyday.
You have to work hard for your daily meal
but still can live free and wild
 if only you have the will
to fly away on your wings.
as posted on my facebook status 20th May 2011

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Finding myself

Who am I and what I am are two separate parts of me

which I have lost in the crowd of faces surrounding me,

in this overpopulated but lonely city.

When I try to find them again and put together the pieces of life.

I find myself staring at the swarm of sad and sunken faces

lined with worries moving on endlessly

with purpose but without a trace of joy.

I realise, I can never be a part of this procession

of heartless collection where individuality is laughed upon

and when you stand up, you are marked.

I cannot change them, bring smile to their faces .

They have consigned themselves to this perpetual misery.

It's better to move on in life , there are better places to stay.

Monday, 16 May 2011

Happiness walks with me.

How can I ever forget the days
when happiness walks with me.
The weather takes a different hue
and curious eyes peep questioningly.
Oblivious of the crowd around us,
we just keep on walking.
But whatever I thought of saying
seems to get stuck inside my throat.
I prattle about some silly little things
which are all that I can think about.
Happiness just keeps on walking
smiling gently by my side.
I feel,as if,we will walk like this
to the end , all through the night.
But time,my old enemy, spoils
the dream and plays its hand again.
It's time for happiness to leave me
all alone and walk away from me.
Since then I am waiting for eons,
with a silent little prayer on my lips.
Happiness,please come back
to me and fill my life with smiles.

Friday, 13 May 2011


Many a times, at the dead of night,
I wake up with an alien thirst;
choking me from within.
With uncertain sleepy steps, I try
to reach out into the dark, groping my way.
But then , I find myself getting drowned.
all around me its only water, everywhere.
No trace of my possessions
or my loved ones to pull me up.
I try to scream for help but
a strange sound escapes my parched throat.
I give up, knowing it's futile to fight
the mass of water swirling around me
in slow but steady circles.
they take me deep inside, slowly into the
unknown, with every passing moment.
I drown,slowly and surely,
still remaining thirsty.

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Bye Bye Left Front ?

Tonight will be a night of suspense tinged with anticipation. Like
millions of Bengalis and others interested in Bengal,all over the
country and the globe,I will be waiting with bated breath for the dawn
to break and counting of votes to begin for the West Bengal assembly
After 34 years,the Left Front faces the moment of truth.
All exit polls give clear majority to the TMC-Cong alliance. But
wait,there is much drama to unfold. History has a strange way to
record its silent vicissitudes.
I am not a sociology pundit nor a political creature. For me politics
is amusing,nefarious,cynical and heartless obsession of power hungry
individuals. But I also acknowledge that it is a necessary evil to
bear with for a democracy.
As a common man, I neither feel elated about the Parivartan which
Mamata speaks of nor hold a brief for the LF. But after three decades
people also deserve a break. That is the essence of democracy. It
makes you differentiate between the alternatives available and decide.
One thing is certain. The Left has to change itself and metamorphosis
into a truly Social Democratic avatar . Whether they win or lose, they
have to rethink on their line of thinking and look ahead from the
gerontocracy,dogma,stubbornness and the oligarchy that pervades the
system of their functioning. They have had their place in the history
and have basked in the glory of the Communist Sun. It is the time for
payback now. Some questions which they should answer after
retrospection are as follows:
After 34 years of dominance
Why is there no representation of females in the party or government setup?
Why do students leave WB for higher studies?
Why is the health facility so poor in the state?
Why are the minorities particularly Muslims away from the mainstream
of social life?
Why is the rapid rural migration happening?
Why are women from the state being trafficked all across the country
for sex slavery?
There are many more questions like this. They should be answered
truthfully without political rhetoric or statistical comparison.
I do not trust Mamata to change the situation. She might prove to be
worse. But she deserves a chance. And she will get it. Its upto her to
squander it and face the ire or build a new Bengal upon the people's
Whatever happens I pray that both the sides behave responsibly in
victory or in defeat . Let not the state be subsumed by the fire of
fatricidal and internecine feuds leaving mothers childless,children
orphan and families devastated. Hate begets hate. So with hopes of
better tomorrow, I hope whoever wins, peace will prevail.

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Arunangshu Paul
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We will never know

Across the sunny summer sky,
the wind whispers a song,
in a strange but lovely tune.
For whom? We will never know.
To the tune dances along,
a silly and restless butterfly
and suddenly it's gone.
Where to ?  We will never know.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Long after I am gone.....

Long after I am gone, away from your life
like an unread letter missing its destination,
the moon will still rise on a clear summer sky like today,
shimmering with countless stars,
spreading its gentle caress to everything beneath.
Perhaps on such an evening, you will stand all alone,
 near the window pane, lost in your thoughts.
Watching the world pass by with its crowd of faces.
By chance a sudden gush of breeze will remind you
of this crazy soul who used to kiss the ground
you walked with the admiring gaze,in silence.
If your eyes get moist with the memory,
at this moment , do not feel sad.
Just look at the stars, One of them will be me..