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?-
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...
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...
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...
Vision-version,verisimilitude,he couldn't have thought ahead then
The flower strewn path was filled with his pain,but he had to move ahead
Overtaking all measure to measure,pain and pleasure
Sigh!he grasped it-his dream lay still in his fist!
"W"ould you like to taste that my dear reader?
You have to bear with me then,and look ahead....with my pleasure and his pain
He took it as it came,as a battle of brain,his confidence though "W"ithering away...
Thousands of lanes were being built in mood and mind
"W"hich could lead to the successful destination...but fate "W"asnt that kind.
All he had to indulge himself in was-preservation....
The song is over...the party s done...but the music still lingers...
As a faint hope..which at times makes time dope hallucinating the hours
Vision it was,which is done and "cannot be undone"...
"W"here is he now?"W"aiting for the version?
Oh call him....as the time strikes the final hour...
........to be continued!!!
Begins the next episode,ranging from majors and minors
was yet to discover that it was against me
.....like a pure roadside toad...i looked up-perceived the dirty world
I am half within or full without,anyone out of the two...
the melody is flying away...catch!says i....
but ...hiccups....falters....and falls he....
..............to be continued!!!
Looking down the barrel when i see,i hear a voice
The zombies around me,give me a scare
Little bit of what i was left,resting in peace
Away from the hassles of life,writing this piece
I shall never,I shall never feel the pain
I would never,I would never see the light
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
It is so for i am floating with it,the cloud is my friend
I miss all those days on the earth,the plea is all lame
The cry of those orphan children,longing for life
Before i could bring out my heart,i faced the truth of life
It isnt the end beautiful friend,enemies around
Weeping for my near and dear ones,still i can spare
I still can never see the light
When i wont hear "goodbye blue sky"
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
Tell me why,Tell me why-i cant see the sky
