Thursday, February 17, 2011

....iLshaaD

new movie on the block....i wrote this script yesterday afternoon....u need to listen to a few tracks from seven murders pardoned in order to get the idea better.

first question before reading this story: have u heard the track 'bekaraan' from 'seven murders pardoned' (HOPE U GOT THE ORIGINAL NAME by now!)? listen to it properly n then read this story.

am writing the script for a pj film (titled, 'not fixed' >> could be called 'iLshaaD')

story is smthng like....
  • the character's name is 'lillah'
  • the victims are pleading to lillah
  • convincing her that they are drowning
  • let them drown LILLAH
  • Lillah is the name of the goddess of LOTUS
  • she comes from arabia
  • abdullah's sister
  • inayaat is lillah's husband
  • but when other men stare at lillah....inayaat fights with his wife
  • lillah gets frustrated and carries out 7 murders after visiting the 7 wonders of the world
  • the sequel to seven murders pardoned will be set in the 8th wonder
  • the villain i.e. inayaat will be sitting under the tomb of taj mahal
  • awaara is the background music of the sequel (you have to listen to this track as well)
  • lonely traveller is riding on a horse in the desert n singing this song 'awaara'
  • the movie begins
    • he is not getting any water but dry leaves only
    • when feet is touching the ground, he is going mad
    • he does not want anyone to hold him
    • he is angry at weather since it behaves like a nomad
    • coz he is not being able to communicate with his girlfriend
    • traveller's name is iilshaad
    • son of lillah from one of the 7 men whom she murdered
    • inayaat is whom iilshaad is looking out for
    • he came to know from a torn diary that inayaat had stabbed lillah from the back
    • a few days after his birth
    • inayaat is now a old man
    • he is sitting under the tomb of taj mahal
    • iilshaad is now looking for the person who betrayed lillah
    • now inayaat is but missing lillah in the sequel
    • so he is spending his old days alone singing 'tere liye'
    • basically, after killing lillah, inayaat takes her to the taj mahal and buries her
    • now he is sitting on top of her womb
    • protecting long lost love
    • missing her he sings tere liye....with a LISP (that's how suresh wadekar sings 'tere liye' in seven murders pardoned)
    • ....then it has not stopped here....
    • iilshaad makes a wrong move in his path
    • coz weather becomes a nomad and leaves him alone
    • instead of entering india like vasco da gama, he enters via bay of bengal
    • where he is treated near the bank of bengal with HILSAAA
    • from bay of bengal he will change his path
    • yes....he has to get some money first
    • without money u can't enter india
    • he tries to enter chittagong
    • but the local government stops him
    • then he travels to china....gets into a fix....becomes a drug peddler
    • earns loads of money
    • tries to come back to india with the help of nanking lord
    • by this time....inayaat gets an inkling that his days are numbered....
    • he comes out in public
    • that very moment iilshaad has entered india
    • and travelling in a horse down janpath.....he wants to go to agra
    • there they face each other....there is a sparkling in the sky
    • there is a sudden cloud burst....and a round of bullet is fired
    • the sky turns crimson....
    • next scene....
    • they are dead
    • the legends fall
    • rolling credits
    • not just this............
    • the last scene is a picture from ladakh
    • the following part.........
    • coming soon
  • triumph of the threequel is what the 3rd film will be called...
  • triumph of the threequel will be hosted in gannes festival
  • near the bank of ganges
  • in varanasi
  • and will be given the Golden Loin award!
  • releasing worldwide on the 29th of feb
  • this year...look out...few tickets left...
  • HURRY FAST
  • and make sure you carry a club, you might be mugged for the tickets!
  • buy online tickets to save time
  • www.shamecinemas.com
  • also sms "tickets for free, but i'll pay along with your name" to 35007 for advance bookings and 2 lucky winners get to ride the lonely traveller's horse!
  • in the aloo-gobi desert
CURTAINS DOWN................

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Bhalolagar maane...

Amra pagol amaderi bhalolagar taane...
Pagol hote chaile bojho bhalolagar maane...
Pujor gondhe pagol jokhon shokol gacher phool...
Badha niyom kichu na mene, koro haajar bhool...
Chotto jhola chaapiye kandhe beriye poro aaj...
Baire giye akash dekho, phele shokol kaj...
Daaker shaaje ma’er ey rup kore camerabondi...
Ghat’e ghat’e ghure beriye, aaato notun phondi...
Bishorjoner sheshe jokhon, shobar mukh-e mlaan...
Hotath kore toiri holo beranor ek plan...
Khata kolom shonge niye uthlo mete dol...
Shobai miley bollo uthe, shotti ebar chol...
Jabar belai tai toh boli, metey otho gaane....
Etei tumi khuje paabe bhalobashar maane...

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Walking down the isle of Grethia...

A lonely traveler walking down the isle of Grethia…
With a stick in his hand, he heads through the dense forest…
A magnifying glass and a notebook is all that he has with him…
He has set sail on a journey to search for the eternal…
Years of drudgery has churned out all his spirit that drove him fast…
Without any hope within he walks past the grassy land to look out for her…
A distant light shows up from the middle of the rainforest…
Sudden wind blows and snatches away the stick from his hand…
Its dark all around…he starts running towards the distant frontiers…
His journey ends when he sees her waiting near the wooden house that they had once built up with months of love…
Diving straight into her lap, he rests in peace…they spend the night gazing at the stars…
Moonlight brightens up the world outside…
Scribbling away their tales to tell…they keep looking at each other….
It starts raining at the wee hour of the night and washes their pain away…
They hear the call of the little child…the little one has been waiting for them to be united forever…
Like a candle in the wind, he comes and enters their world of love…
…and they live happily ever after…

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Wild Strawberries for the Child..

wild strawberries plucked from the feather tree...
the sailor blows a whisker from the ship sailing across the sea...
he is coming your way with a lamp in his hand...
sail away on a stormy night holding him tightly...
meet the child waiting at the twilight zone of love...
the stars shall twinkle in the sky...
just wait till you near the bend...
stare at the belt of orion for a little while...
one look at the ring and you'll feel the touch from within...
step ahead into the future as you ride along the oceanic blue...
feel the vibrant colours of life weaving a thread around you...
this bond ties you forever...
live your life within the triangle....
the shadow shall always protect you like the armour of God....
never let the water trickle down your eyes...
they are meant to be for the three...
play the role of the spirit that guides you from within...
be the mother of the child who waits for the strawberries to be dropped in...

Stray thoughts...

there are so many things to write about...
today as i sit in my dark room wishing to drop in a line or two..my thoughts go haywire..
the urge to pour down my emotions don't seem to spark the deep urge from within...
i remember a time when words seemed to flow down like a autumn rain...
today it is as dry as a drought of the summer...
a sense of negativity encompasses my surrounding...
i wish to write about the wooden bunglow that we have dreamed together...
i wish to write about the life i have seen for the last eight months...
i wish to begin the journey again...
but the strength to put a step across the boulder lacks in my life...
it ain't an impossible task to take on my shoulders...
a person who had once been the strength for all drools down today...
humour seems like an unknown word which doesn't exist in my dictionary...
i type in words and move them aside...the steps never move ahead...
its always a step back...
all that i need is a solid brainstorming session with the one who can hold me wide and shake me from within...
a travel down the path less travelled with a anchor to rest on is all i need for now...
O mother of all Gods! come and embrace me with your neverending love...
I feel like a scared child today who hesitates to watch the mother from a distant...
no matter whether she is a phone call away or a little touch away...
i wish to run away from them for a short while and be lost amidst the sea of eternity...
a deep breath and i dive into the sea to purify myself with the water of love....
spend months in the kingdom of love and arise my soul above all spirits...
i intend to come back to this world full of love again...
with spirits giving me the strength to hold them tight again...
they need me at every moment...i cannot escape the call of the wild...
bring me back to this distant world...bring me back to home....
O! lord bring me back to home...

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Tears in his eyes...

I have seen the tears in his eyes...
He is almost like a child who has lost the wings to fly...
The lap that he misses at every moment is all that tears him wide apart...
Is there something I can do to wipe away his pain?
Perhaps yes, Perhaps not!
I feel like a loner stranded amidst the dense cloud in the desert...
Nothing seems to sway our mind along the distant frontiers...
At times the sound of the dewdrops wake me up at the wee hour of the night...
Sitting on the bed I remember those nights when a caring hand laid her warmth on me and hold me tightly...
The days pain and anguish vanished like a candle in the wind...
Now the hour has come to hold myself tight and look into his eyes..waiting for a drop to fall...
Wish I could hold him in my arms and paint a stroke of love in his heart...
But I feel scared to do it because he seems like a stranger to me....someone unknown since ages...

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

As my day rolls on today...

It’s a dry and sulky morning when I am sitting on my desk and thinking what to do. Apparently there is no work and neither do I want some to pour in. This is something in life that I hate to do – give me anything else to do excepting work! I know you would laugh at this but seriously speaking there is nothing that I can do about this feeling of mine. Every damn morning I come to office thinking that I would be doing something worthwhile, I mean writing something readable but I end up doing the worse part. I am writing for stuffs which doesn’t enthuse me at all. It is true that you don’t get the best job every time you want it but then it’s been for quite some time. Writing for an e-learning media has now become a curse for me. Same style of writing, nothing to explore out really – every time I pen down some lines I feel am getting more and more into the gutter. Boss! some difference in style at least, but then how would you get it unless there is scope. Before I started working with the company I am currently employed with, writing came naturally to me. I never considered it as a burden. Now, I seriously feel so as though something crude is being thrust upon me! As I try to weave some poetic lines, buttons and pop-ups come to my mind – Christ sake! I need a break!! Can I really get the spirit back? I think it’s time to look back and see where I am really – I feel am on the verge of breaking up! Somewhere round the bend, I feel, I see a light leading me to the path of clouds, but then sudden smog appears and everything vanishes. I run back and rush through the thoughts and find myself sitting in the same place from where I was writing. I guess it’s time to steer clear of all the hurdles and drive through the desert on a safari – journey till the end of horizon. Maybe I should’ve been a travel journalist working with the Outlook, that ways I would’ve been happy, maybe not! I really don’t know – perpetually confused as I am all the time. Putting a stop now since its inevitable now! Get back to you in a jiffy.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

WeekLife....

Waking up at 7:45 perpetually everyday
Getting ready by 8:30….
Enjoying the first fag for the day between 8:40-8:45…
Taking the bus at 8:52….
Watch out the roads from 8:53 – 9:30…else wise drool for that span…
Sign in by 9:35…
Swipe at 9:36…
Walk to my desk…
Switch on the pc by 9:40…
Close all unused taskbar items…includes some stupid IBM crap, Quick Time Player, WinZip n the rest I don’t remember…
Open Outlook, VSS, Gmail and Real Player in the sequence given here by 9:45…
Shoot an sms by 9:50…
Go ahead for the second fag at 10:10…
Work till 11:30…swap and switch tabs – Gmail, Real Player, VSS…
Get up for the third break…play with the jingles till 12:00…
Come back and play a round of 3D...that’s so damn boring man!
Lunch timing varies…1 or 1:30 but can stretch till 2:00…
Break again for a fag of course!
Work till 4:00 or 4:30…break apart….CTRL+B in flash!!
Guess work is getting onto my nerves…
Start packing bag from 5…looking forward to 6:30…
Tick-tock-tick-tock but kambakht 6:30 doesn’t come…
Make a wishful wish! – expect no more official mails except ones from HR and Admin since they are never related to work for most of the times!!
Take the bus at 6:30…these days it becomes the auto at times when am going back with my sister…
The auto drives you along the busy roads and you keep thinking about the day’s events…
At 7:30, you reach the metro station, have a drink or two and then run down the metro steps…
Get down at Park or Rash and wait for brother to come down…
Talk about life and it’s surrealism with Ekalavya – that’s what I call my brother!!
Walk back to home when brother asks lil sister to return…all this while I must be stuffing myself with Fish Fries…he is too fond of feeding me with them!
Between 9:30-9:45, the bell rings and Mom comes out to open it…lock the Watergates and get inside my room to unfurl…
Its msging time – my sister gets to know that am back to home…
Stare at my family members for an hour and then head towards the dinner table by 11:00 max!!
Tune into some good music and meditate till 11:45 or 12…
Talk to brother about likings and disliking....
Weave stories till my eyes start rolling and I fall asleep…normally doesn’t happen before 1:00 or 1:30…

So that’s it…