Sunday, February 27, 2011

King of the Woods

Vinoda lived in a small house on the edge of village Mandedyi with her father, her stepmother and her stepsister. Vinoda’s stepmother disliked her, favoring her true daughter, Saroja.

Soon after her father's remarriage, Vinoda found that all the housework fell to her while Saroja idled her days away. Vinoda's father was a farmer a timid man, and could not bring himself to defy his wife. He did nothin’ fo his daughter.

Vinoda wore Saroja's cast off clothes, and her hands grew red and chapped from scrubbing vessels, washing and milking the cows and working in the farm, while Saroja just enjoyed shopping and food, growing lazy and spoiled.

One year, when the rains were particularly fierce, Vinoda's family ran out of money. Vinoda's stepmother began nagging her father to send Vinoda away, because they could not afford to keep two girls. They did not have enough food in store, the crops destroyed due to heavy rains; it would take another year for good harvest.  Reluctantly, Vinoda’s father agreed. With a very heavy heart he took Vinoda to a hut deep in the woods and left her there.

Vinoda was very frightened. She pleaded to her father (appa)…but all her words were like unsaid to him. The woods were said to be filled with (Bhoota) demons, (Preta) spirits. Vinoda cried her guts out, but she was also practical. She entered the hut with her small bundle and found a Dhikel (fireplace), a mattress and a rusty old pot. Vinoda put away the rice grains, adeye (preparation made by rice, like idli), the knife and Upad (Pickles) her appa (father) had given her. She folded the blanket and laid it near the dhikel (chula /fireplace). Then she collected wood and built a fire.

Vinoda knew the rice and adeye would not last her all the month. So, she decided to collect berries for food in the woods. Vinoda knew she had to live alone all her life and had made up her mind.

By dark, Vinoda cooked ganji for her (semi –cooked rice). She ate it with pickle. Then she lay down near the fire for the night, listening to the wind howl and pretending to herself that she was not frightened of the woods. She was constantly chanting “kumara” (God) the protector’s name.  She was fast asleep.

It was midnight when suddenly a knock came.

Knock … knock… knock.

It echoed hollowly through the dark tent. Vinoda woke with a start, her heart pounding in fear. It came again.

Knock, knock… knock.

Vinoda thought of the Bhoota (demon/restless spirits). She hid under her blanket, praying the thing would go away. She started chanting the mantras. Still the knock continued…

Knock… knock… knock. …..let me in said the voice…it is raining outside.

Vinoda rose, grabbing an axe. She crept towards the door. The wind howled eerily down the chimney. Vinoda swallowed and swung the door open. There was nothing there. Her heart pounded fiercely as she stared out at the darkness and the rain in the light of her small fire. Then she looked down. Vinoda let out a shriek of terror and leapt back, dropping her axe. It was a man without legs!
"Who are you?" Vinoda stuttered, clutching the door with shaking hands.

"I am King Kasha…I look after the woods," he replied.

Indeed, Vinoda saw at once that it was. The body was dressed in a rich gown, with lot of traditional expensive jewelry and ruby, Vinoda was had never seen something like this before, it had heard stories about the wood by her grandmother…

"I am cold, wet and hungry. May I sleep by your fire?" the King asked. Its voice was cold and lifeless.

Vinoda gulped down her horror.

"Of course," she said. She did not have an option but to agree...

He sat next to the fire.

Anger warred with compassion inside her, but compassion won. "I am hungry," said the King. "Can u give me some food?"

Vinoda gave him the ganji (semi cooked rice) left in the pot which was for her breakfast. Vinoda was so scared that she did not want to refuse anything the king asked for…

"I will sleep now," it said. There was no softening in its attitude toward her. Nonetheless, Vinoda made him comfortable for the night, giving him her blanket and sleeping in a cold corner with only her bairas (towel) to keep her warm.

When she woke in the morning, the king was gone. It was no more raining, it was a peaceful sunny day, and where the king had slept was a large trunk, filled with the most beautiful saris she had ever seen. Under the saris lay heaps of gold and jewels.

Vinoda stared blankly at the riches in front of her. Her father's voice roused her.

"Vinoda (Daughter), I have come."

Vinoda forgot the trunk in her joy. She ran into his arms. He had defied her stepmother to come and bring her back to their home.

"Appa, come see!" Vinoda exclaimed as she pulled him into the hut. Her words tumbled over each other as she explained.

Her father took her home. She was honored in her village for her compassion and her bravery. She married rich moneylender’s son soon after her return from the woods.

Hearing Vinoda’s story, and seeing the riches she had received, Saroja went to the woods and spent the night there. But when the King appeared, she was too lazy to serve him. In the morning, her face was full of boils; all her clothes had turned to rags and her possessions to dust.

But Vinoda lived happily ever after.

The moral of the story says –

“If you are compassionate and brave, you will always deserve the best.”

The above is a Folktale,  Suggested Actors  :- Father - Chiranjeevi , Step Mom - Ramya, Vinoda / Saroja  : (child artist) , Bhoota : Voice Over of any popular actor (Rajni Sir's Voice)
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Myth

A myth is a sacred narrative, it holds religious and spiritual significance for those who tell it, and it contributes to and expresses systems of thought and values. It is neither the truth nor the falseness of the narrative. To the source culture, however, a myth by definition is “true,” in that it embodies beliefs, concepts, and ways of questioning and making sense of the world.
Suggested Cast :
Ranbir Kapoor(Krish)
Sonakshi Sinha (Ashna - Girl in the painting)
Shreyas Talpade(Sud)

(V.O) - Most myths are set in a timeless past before recorded and the critical history begins…
Krish and Sudanshu (Sud) were very good friends, Sud was an artist, he was very good in charcoal painting, very honest and loved Krish very much, Krish was a digital head by profession and a dreamer, a very charming and attractive guy.  He loved sharing his dreams with sud, they lived together in a cottage, which was Krish’s ancestral property.
Krish and Sud were in the same advertising agency, Sud lead the creative department. Everyday the friends used to go to office together, in the evening they used to chill out with other friends , have dinner, share how  the day was and go to sleep…….on weekends sud used to spend time painting and krish would read or sleep the whole day, so that he can dream…
This was a routine…Yes! They were very happy!!
One Saturday afternoon sud was just trying to sketch something, just to irritate him more krish said …..”if u r findin’ it difficult to imagine and sketch, lemme help u…”haha, sud replied ye…u can and actli’ meant it , Krish told he was kiddin’ but sud was serious, Krish gave up to avoid an argument, he said he will describe how his dream girl looks like and sud has to paint it.
Sud was very excited with the idea of painting someone he has never seen and, it was a challenge…sud started workin’ on the sketch…..The result was a beautiful girl, smiling as if real, WOW! She was his (krish) love; he wanted his dream come true. He wanted her to walk out of the painting and talk to him.

3 months later…
There was a painting exhibition, even the beautiful girl’s painting was displayed, yes you guessed it right it was a big and of course a very special day for Sud , krish was escortin’ the visitors to see the paintings, all his paintings were appreciated , but the special mention was for the girl’s portrait, it was a happy day, lot of paintings were sold, only the girl’s portrait was not for sale, it was late evening when they started winding’ up, there came a visitor , he was saw all the display, he stopped near the girl’s portrait, and stood there for quiet some time , he came near the counter and said “how do you know this girl? “ this was a shocking question, for a minute krish and sud did not know what to say, when krish interrupted the silence, he simply asked why? Do you know her? And to their surprise the answer was “YES”…Krish cud not believe his ears, he asked him where has he seen that girl, he told he had seen her on his way to Pune, she was the only beautiful girl in the bus and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, Krish interrupted again .” Did you speak to her, where does she stay? “ the visitor was unable to answer – he left, days passed krish was becoming restless, he wanted to the meet the girl, he shared this with sud, could do anything for his friend, they went searching for that girl in Poona, they nearly searched the whole city, but did not succeed finding’ her...Krish and sud did not miss any chance to find her; even they got any information....

10 years later
The cottage was very untidy,  it had not be cleaned for years, it was full of dust, and at one corner Krish was sitting facing the girl’s portrait, he had even named her , he called her “Ashna” there were tears in his eyes, he was actually talking to the girl’s portrait , krish was mentally disabled, for him the girl’s portrait was alive , he used to talk to her for hours , share his food with her, he use to stay alone, sud was married and had shifted to a new house , he used to go on weekends to meet krish , he could not see krish suffering. He tried explaining krish that she is only a painting, but krish was so madly in love with her, that he never wanted to understand. Sud actli’ cried for his friend. Krish had also written a letter and pasted it on the portrait which said-

“I don’t know where are you, I ‘m waiting for you its dusk again and I’m waiting, Waiting watching the melting sun,
Another day has slowly melted, another ordeal is completely done…Starlit nights are no lovelier, No longer is beautiful the moon, The breeze is dry and rusty to me,
Solitude and tears are everywhere. This silence is burning me, burning my every core;
Come shield me from all this. Come hold me once more……and, tell me –
…………………………………………..Missing You!
Sweetheart I want you to know how I love you and will always love you even if I die, you will feel my love and ‘m very sure you will some day. “

2 years later
The cottage was for sale-
A young lady was interested in the property, she came to see the place, a young guy welcomed her, he was sud’s son he told his family is now in US, it was his uncle’s (krish)
Property and after his death, nobody is there to take care of it, so they had no option but to sell it, the lady was just going thru the paintings , when she suddenly came across a canvas which was covered and full of dust, she requested the young gentleman to help her unveil it , he did so, and to her surprise , it was “SHE” even the young man was dumstruck , he couldn’t believe his eyes , she saw the letter which was pasted on the painting , she picked it up and started reading it , there were tears in her eyes, he was the man of her dreams, but she was too late to come in this world...

She just closed her eyes and said “God is taking my test and I know I’ll succeed, I love you krish, and will love you forever “

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Remake of “Agneepath”

Karan Johar is all set to remake the blockbuster, Agneepath. While he had to pay an astronomical amount to buy the rights of the Hollywood blockbuster Stepmom, which he is remaking in Hindi, he does not need to buy the rights to remake Agneepath as it is his home production.

"Surprisingly, Karan has not approached Abhishek Bachchan to play Vijay Dinanath Chauhan, which was played by the actor's father in the original. While Hrithik is still deciding if he wants to star in the remake, Karan is sure that Hrithik is the perfect choice.

But why are we making a remake of the original…why can’t there be originality, or even if it is a remake, why say it, half of the motivation to watch a remake film almost dies, even before the movie is released, There definitely should be a remake, but it is to be treated with a different flavor, like, if so and so scene could have been changed, probably it could have been more interesting

Like for instance, why talk round and round the bush, Rohit Shetty’s Golmaal 3 was a remake, but it had its own humor, originality and freshness, and viewers enjoyed every bit of it…So the Idea is to show what people like to see again and again, with unique style and freshness.

Anyways, the remake version of Agneepath will be directed by Karan Malhotra. It is definitely going to be a great challenge for Karan Johar as well as a Hrithik to do justice to the film that achieved immense popularity and cult following previously.What do you think?
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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Talent Diva – Rani Mukerji

 Making her acting debut with Raja Ki Aayegi Baraat (1997), Mukerji had her first commercial success with Karan Johar's romance Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (1998), her biggest commercial success so far, and won a Filmfare Best Supporting Actress Award for her performance in the film. She later starred in several films, most of which fared below expectations, but in 2002 she re-invented her image with the critically acclaimed drama Saathiya, for which she received numerous awards and nominations.
In 2004, her performances in the hit Hum Tum and the critically acclaimed Yuva earned her the Best Actress and the Best Supporting Actress awards at the Filmfare ceremony, making her the first actress to win two major awards in the same year. She later received unanimous praise for her portrayal of a blind, deaf and mute woman in Black (2005), for which she garnered numerous major awards. Mukerji has since established herself as a leading actress of Hindi cinema.

“No One Killed Jessica” again gave her career a boost..lekin aage kya??? Why such good and beautiful actors like Rani Mukerji, Urmila Matondkar, Preity Zinta can’t be seen on Big Screen frequently, what is the reason, are we Indians always in search for New fresh face or Fresh talent...Quiet a dicey question to answer though, but when we compare Hollywood, the actors of the same age are still a great fame there, there are so many concepts and ideas where this beautiful ladies perfectly fit the bill, they are just as young...and the fact that Life starts at 30’ should be boldly accepted by the Indian Film Industry, and Television

Just dust your minds and coats there ill will be ‘n’ of scripts for these dashing ladies, we want to see more of these beauties on screen… If no I can suggest a number, which will definitely create a cherry buzz ;)

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Friday, January 28, 2011

Work from Home Revolution

I stay at Vasai and my work place is Masjid Bunder, that’s what says, Shilpa one of the fellow commuters, she takes nearly 4 hrs, to commute from home to work and back. This is what “n” number of people say- but is there a solution for this? Why can’t the work place be closer to your home or the best is why can’t you work from home, got’ to be a very stupid question, but we really need to think on this, cos’ if we have a way out, there will be so many things automatically aligned and protected-

•    Like no crowded trains
•    No getting up early and reaching late
•    No skipping breakfast to reach on time to catch the train
•    No Bomb scare in a crowded train…ha ha ha(sounds funny but, very natural today)
•    No pressure of commuting so far and also reaching on time
•    You need not keep a full time maid
•    Socialite
•    Enjoy with your family, cos’ all you earn is to keep your family happy
•    Most important you’ll not spend more than half of your life in train

There are so many women like Shilpa who wants to spend a relaxed life, without quitting work, it might seem just nothing or minor for women who are rich and well off, but it does make a difference to a middle class women, who has to contribute to her household financials, I wish there is a way out someday….A revolution that might change lives and bring smiles!
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Monday, January 10, 2011

Sunny Deol…The Superstar!

Sunny Deol was one of the brightest stars to hit the screens in the eighties with Betaab and Arjun. He still has the ‘it’ factor going as we saw in Gadar – Ek Prem Katha. He is action and intensity personified.

Sunny Deol was born as Ajay Singh Deol on 19th October 1952 in New Delhi, India. He is the son of actor Dharmendra and Prakash Kaur. He has a younger brother, also an actor, Bobby Deol. His father married actress Hema Malini and Sunny has two half sisters Esha Deol, an actress and Ahana Deol. His cousin Abhay Deol is also an actor. He is married to Pooja Deol and they have two sons Rajveer Singh and Ranvir Singh. Sunny studied in Mumbai at the Sacred Heart High School and Podar College. England’s Old Web Theater is where he took lessons in acting and theater.
Yup! Its great Sunny paji's short Biography , But Sunny Pa Ji can actually think on few lines...
He had always been a Bollywood Superstar…However,  he could have been the super-hero forever, that to without any flips n flops , Few tips for the super-hero-

Sunny should make a grand entry in Mollywood/ Kollywood / Tollywood
He will be a superstar for decades with his strong personality and physic
Tough to all South Heroes like Nagarjuna , Chiranjeevi, Venkatesh and more…
He has the looks and the physic to lay off 100 men at one time
He perfectly suits the voluptuous heroines/actresses in south
If by now he would have joined South movies, he would have been in par competing with Rajnikant, ofcourse , I apologise Rajnikant has no comparison, but definitely another Big name "Sunny Anna"

Still it’s not too late; I wish Sunny reads this post and gives it a thought…
What do you guys think …can sunny say ‘Yanna Rascala…Mind IT!”

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Knock…Knock…Postman :)

There were hardly any means of communication in the olden days , other than letters, Postman was one of the most important person to most of the families, they were treated as a part of the family…The postman used to read and write the letters for them, he used to know the in and out of each family and was very attached…Today, with so many developments and modern means of communication …the postman with a Khaki Uniform and cycle is lost somewhere …even when a postman passes by on his cycle, we don’t even bother to look at him…times have changed people seem to have forgotten the importance of a postman and post office, Today the Khaki Uniform guy does not knock, just deposits all letters in the letter box and moves on…

I had to go the post office yesterday, I’d the address but reaching there was a task, I was going round n round the same old building, however I couldn’t see a post office, finally a lady helped me, her directions were simple, I was shocked to see the post office, the ceilings were cracked, the walls were not painted, the wooden table n chairs were broken, the gate was rusted, the floor was muddy, it would have been not cleaned or dusted for years , the water tap was leaking, the people working there looked so frustrated…maybe cos’ of the surroundings….I honestly don’t know how much they are paid, But I would like to suggest the Govt. of India that they should think of renovating the post office, give new look to the postman and his cycle, when the govt. can sanction Royal Enfield to policemen, then the postman can at least get a fixed gear bicycle. And all this can be done only with the taxes that Sharukh khan and Sachin Tendulkar pay to the govt.:)

The post Office is the only place where many people can trust their savings and investments, Then Why isn’t it promoted. People should know more and more about the importance and security of this place, ‘m sure the great multinational banks will have a tough time if govt. thinks reforming this old medium of communication and savings

Knock…Knock (Govt. of India) we want the Post Masters and Post Office Back in Action.

Friends! What do you think about this, please comment if you have more suggestions or Ideas to share on this post / concept
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