Fauvism bent mind

You got it right. Since Yesterday I have started believing that I have turned (probably) into a FAUVE. I am terming myself a fauve, because I have stopped acting to the emphasized modern concepts, the notable madness and the simplified designs of the complex human mind maps. It is of course irrelevant to even speak of the change in nature. Since wild beasts are the ones who pump intensity and meaning to the meaningless society anyway, so I thought my thought sharing would be held in context.

I am turning into a real Fauve. I have even stopped expressing in terms. Rather I have taken up a non-naturalistic vibrant mode of primary focus. The focus is on life and times at the moment. Unlike a Fauve my focus is not yet shifted towards Inspiration and Impression. Although my motif is presently based on uncontrolled, intense and abrasive juvenile styles and patterns, but I promise to come up soon with more expression. Deviating from being a Fauve would be somewhat difficult but since the foundation is on a rocking stone, I will have to go separate ways.

I do not know whether this would be an inspiration ever, but my quest would be to bring out an Impression or an Expression of some kind. As we know that Fauvism was a short lived movement which dissipated. Expressionism and Impressionism (I am talking in line with the mind’s movement! I am a nobody in Art.) made it possible for the Fauves to come to the light. I might sound absurd but I know that someday my words will fall into the right ears. That day we will rejoice. Our society will be full of more Fauves to bring out the hidden fire. Fauves will never die. Fauves and Fauvism might be a forgotten identity but till my mind is bent on it, the fire will be there.

The quest of a Fauvism bent mind is an evergreen thing. Damage of the mind is possible only when the Fauve is willing.

Cryptic Blues

I may sound somewhat cryptic, but accept the way I am! I would not prefer to be any different. Bye Bye … Do I say Blackbird or Miss American Pie. There was light. There was a blinding light. There was lightning pace. There was a mind’s ongoing race. But Alas, the thread could not pull up the Blackbird or the American Pie.

Running fast. Who knows how long will this last. Singing the Cryptic Blues with Glory. This is my same old Cryptic Story.

I dunno where it all ends. The endless surprises by the fiend. Freeing up my disk space, to buy time for the mind’s race.

The blinding lights flicker now and then. Where do I go when there is no lane? I have been to hell, but I got a glimpse of heaven… Just a few aeons (they do seem like aeons) back, there was a streak of flashing light, full on track.

But now it seems like, all was not meant to be. Bye Bye … Do I say Blackbird or Miss American Pie… Nothing was and never is meant to be.

There was a blinding light. There was lightning pace. There was a mind’s ongoing race. Nothing was meant to be. Nothing is ever meant to be.

Pardon all, if I do sound cryptic but the mystic trait of the cryptic race is an ongoing thing. Cryptic Blues will always be, like it was born to be…

Magical Weekend

I had a truly beautiful weekend. After a long time everything turned out just right for me. There was detachment, enjoyment, party, fun and laughter and most importantly there was some real intellectual conversations. I was with my friend and some common pals. We met up after ages. The boat ride at Ganges was thrilling. It seemed like I was spending those moments after ages. Recently I have created a shell around me. But my friends helped me see life in a new light.

I spent on a classic PROVOGUE Pullover! It looks and feels brilliant. I sang my heart out till late at night. Both Saturday and Sunday was full of surprises. I was in for some regular shocks (there were some eery moments). We had conversations and feelings of Deja Vu every hour. I tried not to concentrate on the day but I tried to lean more on the momentary madnesses.

I was saved. I got a new gush of fresh air. Hopes flew freely. Magical air was revived. Aeons ago my heart used to move like the lightning and the gazelle. But now the movement needs to get pushed each time because the wheels of the heart have worn out. It needs to have a fresh paint each time before a movement is to be made.

Things could not get better than this. We the mere mortals need assurances all the time. And this goes out even when we are to just live our life like the way a zombie lives it. So be it. I am being, whatever I need to be…

A Dull Day

I did not really have the urge to blabber on my blog without any reason or rhyme. So I decided to stay silent for sometime. Well the period of silence is somewhat over. I say somewhat because I have to drag myself to enter the keys.

Ii is indeed a Dull Day. This is a pathetic phase. The head is bent towards persistent “Psychedelic” music listening session. Nothing is registering here at the moment. My state is similar to that of Singer Kabir Sumon who is presently neither a properly functioning politician nor a proper singer/artist. I have also turned somewhat like him with my heart willing something “above the rainbows” and my head saying something linked to the ground. My work has not helped me keep off my mind from all these doldrums. Usually it does assist in spite of all the curses it receives each day from my side.

My inactive syndrome is fast catching up. I am finding it hard to ideate and put in some words to my thought. A Dull Day Indeed where the winds of change are no where to be seen. Till I find enough purpose and willingness to write my thoughts I will have to suffice with this chilling DULLNESS. ADIOS……

KFF – ‘Kya Faltu Films’

This was the reaction. KFF – Kolkata Film Festival 2009 was a major waste of time and money. We all know that the budget was lesser (than the previous years) in 15th KFF. Whatever be the case, this year’s selection was very poor.

Setting up the masters like Bimal Roy, Andrei Wajda, Elia Kazan and several others could not save the grace of the Film Festival which is a much awaited event for the film lovers of Kolkata. Yesterday, 15th November had a somewhat good screening of films at Nandan I. But overall the film festival just fell flat on its face. It was rather a disgraceful event to say the least. The contemporary films are usually attractive but they were very drab and dull to the core.

We all started wondering what actually happened to spell such a looming doom on the grand event. After analyzing everything I could actually come to the conclusion that besides Pedro, some Russian and Mediterranean the International Film Scenario has actually stagnated. There are no films  that are worth mentioning. Or else why would there be repeated screenings of old films. There was massive mismanagement from the Nandan officials. Wrong timings, wrong screenings, wrong information and cuts in screenings (massive) and disorganized film festival management kept the ‘filmic minds’ fuming and fretting continuously.

There was a widespread joke this year which went like – Next year there would be probable screenings of modern commercial Bengali films (like Prem Amar, Mon Mane Na, etc, etc). Such was the discontent and ire from the film lovers’ viewpoint. This year the usual enthusiasm was missing as well. People found confused film crowds at the ‘Nandan Chattar’. The intellectual levels usually present at KFF was hard to find. The reason was quite obvious. 2008 already showed enough degeneration and discontents galore. 2009 just seemed well fitting.

15th KFF will relive in the memories of many for being a festival of most things worst. These things have not happened for a long time. Few souls were required to be stirred. Whatever the budget of a festival be, the ultimate goal is to pull up a good festival with proper arrangement of best (from the available lists) film screenings. That is the thing followed by mostly all the prestigious film events held nationally and internationally.

Mindless Jabbering III

Hello there! A nice morning to start off with (since I was not carrying my cam I could click a brilliant shot with my mind’s eye ) This was on my way to office when I fixed my eyes on a very high road side banner where a man was fixing the pole and painting. The sun and the top most region of the banner coincided beautifully to form a nice shade.

I am wearing my favourite shades (Grey and icy blue). I was waiting for the cosmic connection the entire day (whole of my Yesterday was pent waiting ). I repeatedly (for some unknown reason) listened to ‘Yellow’. I have a very important meeting today which I don’t know how finely I will handle with my present state of mind. My mind in a maze. To be or not be that is becoming an everyday question at the moment.

I expected somebody to call, mail or message yesterday. But since that has not happened I am back to where I belong – nothingness. The breaking point has been there for a while. In spite of that I have kept my nerves and kept it very low to avoid breakage. Using DOVE BREAKAGE THERAPY has not helped either! Again I will be returning to my shell to do the required mindless pondering (which will obviously be of no help at all ). Striking back would not be easy it seems. I wish I had a Bohemian style Car like that of SWADES’s SRK (anybody watched the film would understand what I am hinting at!) in which I could drive off to the far end of the town where no lights and minimum level of sound form a blurring image.

Till I find the desired THING coming to me, I have no choice but “slip slide away“.

Messed…

Could not attend the KFF yesterday as planned. I had planned it so well that I even carried my favourite white Jovan with me. But alas! My weird antics left me with my work and absence from ‘Nandan Chattar’. This last term will probably be understood only by Bongs. Sorry for the ones who do not understand. Nandan Chattar when translated in English means Nandan Area! Laughs. But that is sounding so distant from the real ‘Nandan Chattar’ as felt by all the pseudo-intellectuals like us. I use the word pseudo because once an alleged close friend of mine told that all intellectuals like me were pseudo.

At that point I did not get this straight. Now I understand what actually was meant by it all. The ones who wear long Kurtas, keep a stubble and blabber on Tarkovsky and Kieslowski (without knowing or deeply perceiving the cinematic brilliance dealt by the legends) are the villains. They are the ones who make the pure intellectuals like us seem like the pseudos which is quite obviously not the case. This is sounding more like the case where when POTA (a famous Bong Lad popular for belting out heart rending Baul songs) sings better than Goutma Chattapadyay (this cannot get more absurd than this). A song’s depth or feeling cannot be bettered by a singer who is singing a song created by the artist long ago.

How hard I try to diverge from the depressing Mess, I cannot quite console myself that it is 13th of November and I have not yet watched a single film at the KFF. The situation is getting harder each day. I have decided not to carry my Jovan anymore (risking my entire day’s toil to pile up on my mind and body! ) and just go and watch a film on any day randomly. Planning surely kills the cat. A big cat (a Lion rather) like me gets killed every time it plans out a stupendous event or a happening. History says that whenever I have tried to plan out an event I have miserably failed.

Had a severely bad mood but this tick-tacking is taking away all the pain and mess. More mess unfolds… Till (something) Messed will be here.

Ciao…

Fears of KFF Battle

I took up the whole day to decide what to write. The morning started off fast paced as I had to come to office very early. The reason being the KFF. I plan to watch at least one film today. However my writing mind is not quite ticking today. Feeling very languid but cannot really figure out the problem or the source of it .

I am having a severe leg pain. I have a battle to fight tonight with all the maddening jostling and shoving for the G-Spot (well that is what some us call Nandan’s perfect seats) in order to watch the film peacefully without having to sit on the ground. I am sick and tired of sitting on the red carpet. When I was a child I often dreamt of walking the red carpet, and just see where I stand today that even if I own a D.Card for the Film Fest I have to sit on the ground spraining my shoulders and the entire scapula region!

Last year and many years in the past have seen me returning home with an immovable shoulder. This year I fear I will have a bigger battle because the “Film Lovers ” population is an ever increasing phenomenon.

I have fears whether I will be able to connect with you tomorrow, because of the pushing, fighting and muscle spraining happening (a probable occurrence ) tonight. If I live to see a new tomorrow then certainly I will provide an insight in to the film I watch tonight. The film that I have selected to watch today is called ‘Flame and Citron’, a very popular 2008 Danish film based on II World War. Let’s see what I have in store tonight.

Till everything (depending on tonight), signing off…

On Friendship

Friendship is a beautiful thing which lets a human live life to the brim. I read an interesting article today. It is said that Eskimos are the only race who are said to have more than a hundred expressions and meanings/synonyms for snow. What a great revelation that was. English language regarded as the most popular language in the world has failed to provide such an innovative discovery.

We have great opportunities and spaces to achieve different meanings for different expressions and words. This goes out for Love.  Friendship is also very near to achieving that feat. Friendship has such  simplicity that we just add up certain adjectives which not just simple but are equally sweet as expressions. While differentiating meanings, we use Close, Best, Good, Trusted, Intimate, True as prefixes to bring out the proper expression for how intense the Friend or the Friendship is. We just differentiate the meanings by just adding simple adjectives to the word. However simple the outcome may sound, in actuality the impact is great. There is no denying the fact that these simple adjectives add fresh levels of supremacy. The sense of infinite expression is added.

I do not need to write what is the meaning of a Friend. Words can never be able to define the meaning of friendship. Friends in all earnestness are special and add that dash to our lives. As humans we are unable to choose our family but we are free to choose the infinite possibilities in choosing our friends. Whatever choices we make in our lives are some way or the other surrounded or influenced by our friends and our levels of friendships shared by us.

What we are or what we become are all because of whom we choose as friends. Friends reflect our senses, perceptions, perspectives and imageries of our life. Making friends all the way only reflect what and who we are.

Keep making friends or reflect on the value of friendship in your lives and see where you stand or want to stand.

Get Up Stand Up!

The other day I was depressed that Manu Sharma visited a posh Delhi night club when actually he was on Parole. That criminal has been put behind bars due to all the buzz created by the man’s visit at the party zone.

Well my head is full with the Marley jiving Get Up Stand Up groove. I am at peace. AT LAST. Debates were being held in the Electronic Media yesterday. How peaceful that can be. Well things have taken a nice turn. Thanks Manu for inspiring me to write on you! What a shame! I of all people is wasting my time on a lumpen and a  imbecile person like you.

Well life has become that boring. I am tick-tacking on Manu and not Late. Jessica. Sorry Jess, you stay happy and cool as you always were. My prayers for you. Sing with me – Get Up Stand Up and your heart will fall into place.

My Marred Monday has been fixed and fixed very well. I think I will be springing back to my glory very soon. Yesterday my happiness knew no bounds. Seeing all politicians, Media persons, celebs and powerful people jostling the TV space to give their galled speeches on Manu and his power-play made my day. My mind was at all time high seeing all the goodness (however forced it may seem or sound) around me being brought up.

Even the boring PC is seemingly becoming an exciting thing to look at. What a sea-change I have had since yesterday. Only yesterday I was thinking that my life is like that of Pakistan Government (how much they shout or fret they have zero power to change their surrounding situation caused by the Taliban power) but today morning I find myself fresh with a fresh gush of positive thoughts. Till I find myself up with another fury, I will be taking my time off.

Adios All…