Woman

Sleeping around Sleeping around,Sleeping around Sleeping around so?

Sleepy lady with her money overboard,sleeping in with the business class and swore

Her business and her mind,o dear!she s way too kind

Moving around Moving around round

Kissing around Hanging around so?

Equality s what they aiming for-Patriarchy,big bore!

All males she said-never cared for what they wear

Flirting around Waking around round

Sipping about,eating about too..

Naari is what purity stands for

Naari is whom we call the mother of all

Woman-is the mother of all

Woman-you can never explore

Hanging around Hanging around round

Winking around smiling at you so?

When its dark its time to shed and rest

Living in with whom she chose the best

Money speaks for one and all,Money is the end of all

Monetary Monetary blues-thats where they choose

Living upto men and live,making life all lush green

All women on the world agree,men are just what they need

Hanging around Hanging around round

Moving around Moving around so?

Naari is what purity stands for

Naari is whom we call the mother of all

Woman-is the mother of all

Woman-you can never explore

Lustrous and the polished kind,Pearls too loud glaring about

They smile they talk winking and thiking,drinking high and out

Women knows what a man can do,hard and tough to get it through

Trust and faith-all a waste,she always called it out

Politik Mind

All you did was invade my state,never thought that you would dare to
In the room where comforts seized you tight
Did you think it was a worthy pleasure,ruling up there dic-ta-tor
Injecting dirty tricks with time
Filthy freaking words that they said,rings it loud still in my ears
Demo-cra-cy which i couldnt find
Realise your priorities,living up to what do you need
Demolish all political mind

Fire Fire-sick desires,rise against the odd
Fire Fire-system failure,rise above your God

Politicise,what is right?where ll you find?
You can break me again n again
But i'll be fighting hard to rise,wont be in this plight
Politik Mind is what they buy
I ll survive fighting till i die

Thronging townhalls symbol icons,crowd of posers speaking ideal

All these creatures-foolish table talks

Gibberish and rusty speeches-shouting slogans in the campus

Involving innocence with pride

Manifestos marching leaders-Che and Castro their only breather

Distorting principles of truth

Politik Mind speaks in volumes,higher than possible modules

Thats what drives you and me so far

Fire Fire-All are liars,stand against the dirt

Fire Fire-Seizing power,stand and show your gut

Heaven and hell was one when people cried

It's not that we didnt try

Children left homes for their country's pride

Am still alive..Am still alive

Fire in the Sky

The earth is said to be spherical.But did anyone ever think whether the minds of the people residing on it can keep up to the demands of the gravitational pull?There have been efforts to cool down the surface of the earth from all spheres,and the heat has been pushed upward to have a ball with the firmament.And this ball is literally true,in its every sense.This dances along with the clouds after being fired by the ones having a strong arm and eyesight.The game of cricket has evolved over the years and the players no more carry the burden of the entire day of cricket,and most recently,it has become a form of entertainment after having been curtailed.It has become a batsman's paradise with them firing the bowlers and the spectators return home with a gloomy face unless they see some fireworks by their favourites.Indian Premier League has acted as a boost to this new form of discipline better known as T20.Less of overs,more of hard-hitting to accelerate the scoreboard and awards being given to the ones hitting the maximum number of sixes is reason enough calling the entire glitz and glamour nothing but paradise regained.The lake of 'fire' is filled with its 'balls' where Satan probably utters the lines-"You're racing like a fireball dancing like a ghost" after seeing the balls hit up in the sky by the Pathans'and the Husseys'.THe main display is seen generally at the end of the first innings when a respective team tries to reach out to that competitive score.

It is summer and after a whole year of wait-Anurag Basu and Rakesh Roshan's 'KITES' is about to release this May 2010.One is still about to decipher the significance of KITES in the film but it is kites which always light up the sky during the cultural festivals.Man always had this desire to fly,the reason why he invented the aeroplane.A kite is a flying craft held by a thread which balances it in the air and during the festivals,a whole range of colours,provide that midas touch paving the way for a perfect

kite fight.Gujarat,being the place for business and agriculture,also has its share in kites.The kite festival is held in every city of Gujarat at a particular time in a year attended by professional kite makers all around the world.The visual display in the sky emits a fire-of passion,the people who fight it out to save their kites from being eaten away by others-all in the sky.This justifies the nursery poem we all had read-"Up above the wonder sky"-the sky is really transformed into a a wonderland making people wonder as to how can the vast expanse be so much full of vigour.Fire is often referred to as something blazing-burning down the effegies of the colonisers,and now corrupt politicians but the better side of it has always been ignored.Fire has its own place which is visible when people are seen celebrating an ocassion burning crackers,and flying those artificial rockets and missiles during Diwali.It is the element of earth, possessing,that spark which enlightens a mind-causes the visual sensation.Spherical is in the mind of the people whereas the shape of the earth is nothing but imaginative.Did this accomodate?or do we have to go the spherical way?The sky is vast,endless and it can accomodate fire-be it in the form of those boys in jerseys or the kites in the sky.

Alexander Graham's "bell" heard by Lalwani-Hello,who is it?

Cinema as a medium has evolved over the years and presently the celluloid is impregnated with conceptualised film-makers who are giving birth to varied techniques trying to design the polished way.Indian popular culture's roots lie in the temple where Nirupa Roy,Rakhee-the sonless mothers are seen battling with their emotions,and the sparks of which are found with the festivals shot during the Ramesh Sippy and Manmohan Desai era.With the onslaughts of time,Bollywood has moved on too-throwing some light on the betterment of the technical side.The last decade has seen a string of such technically advanced film-makers,the pioneer of which should go to the daring Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra whose "Aks" was way ahead of its time.
"Karthik Calling Karthik" promises to be a product on the lines of a technically advanced film by its promos but Lalwani fails to design it the tech way rather makes it handsome by editing it brilliantly.Aarti Bajaj impresses yet again after "Black Friday" and "Dev D".The use of images while showing the cast was a little amateurish considering the film which promises to be an intense one and that which exposes the bitter side of being a mental patient.The most striking part in the film is its tribute to Alexander Graham Bell:D-Vijay Lalwani choses the telephonic medium to prove that Karthik is a schizophrenic.The use of landline in the cell phone century is nicely shown by Lalwani,with facilities like loudspeaker and a recording system from where Karthik's inner mind speaks.Farhan Akhtar is naturally a gifted actor-he looks spontaneous barring the last scene where the sudden convulsion as an effect of the pills made the performance a bit weak.Deepika doesnt have much to do in the script except for lighting cigarettes and applying lipgloss-which serves as a flashback too when she misses her Karthik after having broken up.The person to watch out in this film is Ram Kapoor-his fatigued mind after shaking a leg in"Jhalak Dikhla Jaa" seems to have worked wonders in his acting skills,as Kamath-Karthik's boss.
Diseases seem to be the call of the season for the films in 2010,although Karthik comes as a breather after the so called tour of USA where the President feels proud and honoured of an individual named Rizwan Khan who manages to save people from a hurricane-i wonder whether anybody would dare to do that in reality and a murderer would never murder himself by moving to a hurricane hit area-not even if he has to fight the "jung".Going back to Vijay Lalwani-he seems freshly out of the ad-world ready to fight the big guns in the Bombay Film Industry but not everyone is a Pradeep Sarkar.The ad-film makers hasnt been commercially that successful but anyways,his treatment of the subject compared to Bollywood standards,turns out to be exquisite.His vision was clear from the outset-symbolism being the trump card-Farhan still in his "magic" cube depicts life to be seen as a three dimensional puzzle the colours of which never seem to match till he talks to the doctor in the last scene,portrayed by Shefali Shah.The rubiscube acts as that prop in the film which functions as Karthik's mind-in the process,our mind too.
The music by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy is catchy and you come out humming a few tunes too."Kaisi Hai Ye Udhaasi"'s sequence is aesthetically shot on the landscapes of Cochin-the raw voice of Kailash Kher would fill your heart.The other tunes-are a signature SEL sound-"Hey Ya" may remind of "Kyon!ho Gaya Na"but sounds fresh and unique.The sound design of the film is one of its main strength-done by Midival Punditz and Karsh Kale.Those under the hangover of Rizwan Khan should definitely watch this flick as one would carry Karthik back home which was not the case with the former.Editing has shaped the script and sequences in "Karthik Calling Karthik" and at one point of time,you truly wonder how does a phone work without the wire.This film would keep you worried till you know what is it?rather,who is it?is it Karthik?-

...Paralysed with time...

I wonder how my time passes,i dont even realise
What do i do today?What do i do now?
So many dawns,so many dusks,i wont ever forget.
Those known faces have changed,i wonder when,what time,i never did know!
Thinking about them in my leisure,passes the unconfrontable time
How far?How far have i come with my search?

This thought and that one too,so many words unknown
Faith,those pending words keep coming back
Very little dream and expectation,keeps life going
Or else its dark-very dark and gloomy
Is it this far?how far?The distance widens with every passing minute

So many dawns,so many dusks...

Dual poles

Fast......like an expressway...rollin rollin rollin...whoooooooooosh!
Thats the pace i ride my confidence...

Sounds .....,eh?You might be bored now.
Enough of these implications............

I'm yet to cast that enchantment
But there are barriers which i have to cross

All of us have to-no,now its no more you and me.
Run,Run,Run...as if you are going to be captured by Inferno

Have you ever noticed those poles?
The ones in the bridges,oceans,in your lane?

Can you feel a wave on your fist,when you move your finger on your knuckles?
The punch can be responsible for nine stitches

Fist your both palms and when you raise your third finger
The creation is a dual pole

The poles better known as -"read between the lines"
Is it fuck for fuck's sake-who is the signifier and what does it signify?

But you dont think twice before exposing your dual poles,eh?
The one within your body-in your hands?

Sounds aesthetic,eh?You might feel it too.
No more implications...

Reconstruction of mind

Sleeping with the midnight pills,looking up on the spinning wheel
The air that you feel,is what you call the mental zeal
When you forget the words of your own tune
I feel like laughing about like a mad man on an erotic spree
Come and fuck my emotions and i will produce your poem
Reconstruction of mind is what can make me cure...

My thought was travelling through the hills and meadows
And reaching the far stretched oceans where sails the ship
The ship of dreams could also sink,my vision is just a kid
The intoxication is within my veins,the tears are its liquid manifestations
I still do feel am a mad man on an erotic spree
Reconstruction of mind is what can cure us...you and me

You and me,You and me..but who is the you?and who is me? Is it me?
The man who was swimming within you?
Oh did i really drop it?Forgive me if i did...
Its something that they call love,one that creates hue and cry
Hue is left out alone and cry takes the centre stage
Reconstruction of mind is what can cure you...you and him

You and him,you and him..but who is he and how does he know you? Is it really he?
The man who was chasing you down the road
Oh did he really undress you?Forgive him if he really did it...
Its something that they call erotica,one that reconstructs every mind
Mind is left out alone and reconstruction takes the centre stage
But when both are together-you are cured...all of us are...


You-me
He-she
Us and them...