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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

What I learnt from my father



I learnt a lot from my father. Some things he taught me consciously, some he taught me by example which he didn't know he was teaching me and some he taught me that even I didn't know I was learning!

But learn I did!

My father was a simple man! If I have to define him in one word it would be that. He had no pretensions, no delusions that he was a very wise man with a lot to teach, no, nothing like that. He simply was!

Much of his life was spent in earning a livelihood for himself and then later in life for his family. This he did with remarkable success. I say remarkable not because he left us a business empire but because of the distance he covered in his life. He started as modestly as anyone could, at the age of 10. And he learnt and improved himself and made a life for himself. And for us - me, my mother and my siblings.

I will try to keep this brief as I have so much I can put in here that it will become a book. In fact, I did at one time decide to write a book about him. I was not diligent enough. Even before that, when I was just a boy I had started collecting quotes, things that he just said, but sounded like pearls of wisdom to me.

They still hold true today.

Simplicity is very powerful. This I learnt from his example. My life and desires are not as simple as he kept his but nevertheless the learning is there, rooted deep in my mind. Simple, is beautiful!

I can describe his life philosophy in this couplet from poet Rahimdas.

रहिमन इतना दीजिये जामें कुटुंब समाय
मैं भी भूखा न रहूँ साधू न भूखा जाय

[God, give me as much in which my family should be covered.
May I not stay hungry, and may I not need to turn away hungry a beggar (saadhu, fakir, saint, sanyasi) who comes to my door.]


I learnt from him the strength of truth. No matter how poor or weak a man may be, if he has truth on his side nobody can touch him.

That was his word and that was his life. I have seen him turn down material temptations that any other man would jump at, with no effort, without even considering them as temptations.

I learnt that money has a purpose. I always saw him care about money only insomuch as it was his livelihood and the daily bread for his family. He never ran after money, never compromised his principles, never compromised his family life for money.

Quality is important in everything you do. That lesson he taught me without saying anything. But everything he did, he put all of himself into it. Anything less than perfect quality was never even a consideration for him. It was always achieved by the sweat of his brow but he did the hard work as a matter of course, nary a complaint on his lips. Ever.

There are many, many other things that I learnt from him.

To this day, I often pause and think "What would dad think if I did this?" and it guides my choice.


It has been 6 years. Today.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Artist's Growth



Once upon a time, in a village in India lived a poor artist who used to make idols of Hindu gods and sell them in the daily marked in the neighbouring village.

In due course, this poor artist had a son. As the son grew up he watched his father make those idols, and he got interested. The son also started making the idols under the guidance of his father. Then one day the father took the son with him to the market with his idols. The idol made by the son sold for Re. 0.25. He was really happy. The artist's own idols sold for Re 2.00 each.

The young son made more idols, and his father pointed out the flaws in them and urged his son to do better. The son did do better and his idols started to sell for more - first 50p, then 75p and then a whole Rupee.

There came a day when the son sold his first idol at Re. 2 alongside his father. He was ecstatic. The father was very proud of his son. But he never stopped criticising his son's work.

Slowly the son's work started to surpass his father's. His idols would sell for Re. 3 while the father's idols still sold for Re.2. 00. He still criticised the son's work every day.

One day the son flared up "My idols sell for more than yours. How come you still criticise my work?"

The father took a deep breath "Son, I also used to be like you, my idols used to tell for 10p and slowly I got to where I could sell them for 2 rupees each. But once I became proud of my work, I never got better than that. I stopped at 2 Rs. and I don't want you to stop like I did."

Moral: There never comes a time when you can stop learning and growing.

Sunday, April 09, 2017

The Value of a Gift

I like to give useful gifts. Something that the recipient can use and employ in their job or hobby. So flowers are out, at least on their own, no show pieces, and not even clothes, they get worn and torn. It has to be something useful and durable that will remind the recipient of me for a while.


So, what are these things in the picture? They are two little figurines given to me as a gift by my niece Santosh on one of my birthday. They are two little matching angels. I don't remember how long I have had them or which birthday she gave them or even my other kids were in on the gift or not. They would remember better.

What I do remember is that I either still lived in India at that time or had recently moved to the UK. Santosh was not married at that time and now she's married and has her own little daughter who goes to school. So, a long time ago. Considering that I have been living in the UK for last 10 years, they are at least 7-8 years old in my possession.

In the 10 years I have moved several times within the UK. Every time I move, they move with me (obviously) and they are the one of the first things I unpack when I get to a new place. And they always end up in front of my telly. My telly may sit on a table, a desk or a dresser but they always end up on that piece of furniture in front of the telly.

Sometimes one of them would fall down and I would pick it up. Sometimes a wing may bend and I will pull it straight. But other than that they have lasted the test of time.

Every time I look at them, every single time, they remind me of Santo and my other kids!

So what's the moral of the story? The moral is not for you but for me, "The value of a gift is what it means to the receiver, not the general world."

Yes, I do love my kids! 

Friday, March 31, 2017

Movie Review - Badrinath Ki Dulhania - Social and Fun



I liked it!

In short, it's a social message wrapped in an entertaining package. And that's the best way to deliver a social message not in an art film that nobody will watch. By the way, all films are art.

This is not a spoiler to tell you that the social message is about the dowri issue and gender discrimination against girls in India. When I made my first (short) film in India it was on the same topic. So, you can guess that the topic is close to my heart.

BKD has done it well. A message film would inevitably have some lecture moments, but they have been separated well and kept short. The situation shown is very realistic, this is how things happen in India. It is disgraceful but it's the sad truth. I like the that makers of BKD had the guts to present it like that.

Acting-wise, Alia Bhatt delivers well, in a similar but different character from Humpty Sharma Ki Dulhania. Varun can also act, one of my favourite star kids along with Alia. The parents for both hero and heroine are a bit weak actors, somebody well-known would have been better but they have not done badly so, alright. Liked Badri's brother and his wife. Good new actors.

Music is okay, not as great as HSKD but not bad, at par with the current Bollywood film music.

The twists are not too hard to predict but they are well-paced and with good direction the audience can forgive the lack of surprise. I did. Last twist I did not get as well, so well-done.

The climax  is a bit short but that's not a bad thing. The epilogue is a bit forced but then they wanted to end on a happy not with no loose ends and I can understand that both as a viewer and as a filmmaker. I like happy endings in my own films as well.

Go watch it! 

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

Forgiveness is a double-edged sword


In the Hindu scriptures forgiveness has been compared to a "yagya" a huge religious ceremony with immense spiritual benefits.

But forgiveness works both ways. Are you forgiving because you don't want to carry the burden of the negative thoughts and want to purify your aura? Or are you forgiving because that's your only option?


Monday, February 27, 2017

The best teacher award


..and..the best teacher of 2016 is....

The crowd goes wild. Applause! Cheers! Whistles!

Wait!

What year is this?

What country is this?

What UNIVERSE is this?

Because in our universe, in our world, teachers are not celebrated. It's the filmstars and sports personalities that are celebrated and applauded.

A teacher can literally change your life. Yes, literally. Our teachers have great influence on our life choices, our confidence, the skills we acquire and the way we approach the world. I can still track in my character which traits were influenced by which teachers in my childhood. And later when I learnt computers.

In contrast, actors and directors, provide you entertainment but mostly what you see is fake. Fake on the screen, fake in the press and fake on the stage. We even know this.

Mind you, I am not saying that the film celebrities don't work hard or what they do is not important to society. They do. It is. Hard work should be rewarded and recognised in every field.

But that's it. In EVERY field!

That doesn't happen. In reality, making a film makes you a star with billions of people shouting your name, and changing lives on a daily basis condemns you to a life of meagre and ignoble existence.

We live in a world where teachers and scientists live and die with hardly ever a mention and filmstars and singers are celebrated like they invented the sunshine.

In Jubal Early's style...Does that seem fair to you?

Friday, February 24, 2017

Random Ghazal - Hijr ki shab - Saqib Lakhnawi


hijrshabnāla-e-dilvosadādenelage
sunñevaaleraatkaTneduādenelage
aa.iyehāl-e-dil-e-majrūhsuniyedekhiye
kyākahāzaḳhmoñnekyuuñTāñkesadādenelage
kisnazarseaapnedekhādil-e-majrūhko
zaḳhmjokuchhbharchalethephirhavādenelage
sunñevaalerodiyesunkarmarīz-e-ġhamhaal
dekhnevaaletaraskhākarduādenelage
juzzamīn-e-kū-e-jānāñkuchhnahīñpesh-e-nigāh
jisdarvāzanazaraayāsadādenelage
bāġhbāñneaagjabāshiyānekomire
jinpetakiyathāvahīpattehavādenelage
muTThiyoñmeñḳhaaklekardostaa.evaqt-e-dafn
zindagībharmohabbatsilādenelage
aa.inahojaa.emerāishqunkehusn
kyāmazahodardagarḳhuddavādenelage
sīna-e-sozāñmeñ'sāqib'ghuTrahāhaivodhuāñ
ufkarūñtoaagduniyāhavādenelage

(saqib lakhnawi)

Sher 4 is very famous but my favourite is the 5th. And the makta is the reason I was searching for this ghazal this morning. 

The link has meanings on click -
https://rekhta.org/ghazals/hijr-kii-shab-naala-e-dil-vo-sadaa-dene-lage-saqib-lakhnavi-ghazals

Monday, February 06, 2017

Quick movie review - Roy


I just finished watching Roy. Yes, I know it's been out for a long time. The only reason I watched it was because of the song "Sooraj dooba hai yaaro".

My expectations were quite low so it didn't disappoint me. And to be honest, it was a little better than I expected. A simple story of a filmmaker casanova falling in love for the first time. Not many plot twists but the story keeps moving on at a fair pace.

For the first time I saw Arjun Rampal actually acting. Ranbir Kapoor does well in his role. Jacqueline Fernandez looks pretty and does a decent job in her role of filmmaker.

The song I liked, I still like after watching the movie so that's a plus.

There is a slight suspense or intricacy of the story that gets revealed in the end. Not too complex but alright, worth watching.


Thursday, February 02, 2017

A Ghazal by Daag - Uzr aane mein bhi hai


uzr aane meñ bhī hai aur bulāte bhī nahīñ 

bā.is-e-tark-e-mulāqāt batāte bhī nahīñ 
muntazir haiñ dam-e-ruḳhsat ki ye mar jaa.e to jaa.eñ

phir ye ehsān ki ham chhoḌ ke jaate bhī nahīñ
sar uThāo to sahī aañkh milāo to sahī 

nashsha-e-mai bhī nahīñ niind ke maate bhī nahīñ 
kyā kahā phir to kaho ham nahīñ sunte terī 

nahīñ sunte to ham aisoñ ko sunāte bhī nahīñ 
ḳhuub parda hai ki chilman se lage baiThe haiñ

saaf chhupte bhī nahīñ sāmne aate bhī nahīñ
mujh se lāġhar tirī āñkhoñ meñ khaTakte to rahe

tujh se nāzuk mirī nazroñ meñ samāte bhī nahīñ
dekhte  mujhe mahfil meñ ye irshād huā

kaun baiThā hai use log uThāte bhī nahīñ 
ho chukā qat.a ta.alluq to jafā.eñ kyuuñ hoñ

jin ko matlab nahīñ rahtā vo satāte bhī nahīñ
ziist se tañg ho ai 'dāġh' to kyuuñ jiite ho

jaan pyārī bhī nahīñ jaan se jaate bhī nahīñ