Bollywood et al

The eccentricity of Bollywood films is one of the most talked about paradigm in Indian cinema, with it’s elaborate song and dance routines………… Yet propelling ambiguity…….. Well, its thrust on world cinema had quite an effective blossom…. It can be considered as the true reflection of Persistence of vision and not to mention Beta movement and Phi Phenomenon… There are quite a few reasons behind why these movies should be considered important………..

• The skimpily dressed heroine dancing in the rain….and then falls in love with the hero…..suddenly becomes fully clad …….a rape attempt follows……….hero comes to rescue beating up 15 odd rapists all by himself (all breaking knifes and swords not to mention car windows and boxes in a smuggled goods’ godown……and whatever that crosses his path) lends his jacket to cover the already covered body after being rescued….and then the heroine comes to return his jacket and they fall in love…..what a fallacy!!!!
• I also wonder why it rains every time they start singing and dancing around the trees……if it’s a Yash Chopra or a Karan Johar movie the rain is replaced by snowfall in Switzerland…..!!!!
• Also One of their greatest achievements would be dancing in the middle of trafficking road under the scorching heat in summers………. Weird fantasy!!!!!
• Costumes ….. Aha……. Wearing red mini skirts and purple Brassiere …… ideal for their boogie in the wintry snow…. And of course wearing black Mask of Zorro costume in the desert cannot be ignored…are they really made up of flesh and blood???
• Songs……..For all occasions….to express their heart felt sorrow for the dying hero’s mum or heroine’s pa…...to celebrate the heroine’s first pregnancy….all to mourn your life when heroine ditches the poor hero and marries a rich man…….not to mention she keeps loving the hero all her life and eventually helped by her husband to get back to her Ex-Flame…..sometimes it may also happen that she might fall in love with her rich husband too(aka aishwarya rai in hum dil de chuke sanam) And of course no matter when n where they sing, musicians and team of dancers are always ready to increase the effects (whether in the village or city, may it be on top of the mountain or in the middle of the sea)
• Double Role………. Even if the hero dies …don’t get depressed ….there always remains a chance of his existence though with a different identity but with same physique and face…… PS: they might not posses any blood relation.
• Villains…. They ought to have good brain, brawn, wealth, power and everything that is socially disgraceful…. But heroes always have super powers in their possession… they can alone finish up the whole gang with style… and up to six-seven bullets can always be considered…….somehow villains are very bad with their aim…even with truck full of ammo they fail to finish a job for which our hero needs just one
• The film must contain a love affair with either of the pair should be filthy rich and the other “begging” poor…same standards not accepted…..
• Love making scenes …………. If you find two flowers moving or ceiling fan revolving just after a hugging scene…exercise your imagination…..P.S. things are different in a film starring Mallika Sherawat.

Bollywood films featuring romantic musicals that were highly melodramatic about wealth, beauty and glamour, which now have become a staple in the genre. Stereotypes of popular cinema, addressing poverty and adversity, instead of the fairytale story lines is quite popular among the educated elite, as the masses who had been brought up on the diet of happy, unrealistic films found them unappealing. Whether or not you enjoy these fantastic films, it's important to recognize the substantial presence of Bollywood in the modern film industry. OH HELL!!!!

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Technicism is an over reliance or overconfidence in technology as a benefactor of society. Taken to extreme, some argue that technicism is the belief that humanity will ultimately be able to control the entirety of existence using technology. In other words, human beings will eventually be able to master all problems, supply all wants and needs, and possibly even control the future. Some, such as Monsma, connect these ideas to the abdication of religion as a higher moral authority. Because current technologies are generally accepted as good, future technological developments are not considered circumspectly, resulting in what seems to be a blind acceptance of technological developments.

In this world of virtual ordinance, we are so much abducted to these procure advancements that human tend to sell off their predicament of principles and culture diaphanously. One of our greatest writers has been diminishing and converted to premiere entities of business paradigm in Bengal and related communities. Today works of Tagore is more valued for it’s industrial and marketing measures more than it’s literary contribution and intellect. It has become a brand name, with his works technically overtaken by remixes and showbiz. Come to think of it, in a birthday celebration one of the death bed songs being played. As Tagore is what matter and not the music or the meaning of it.

Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci ……… better know as Da Vinci has been subjected to much recent speculation for one it’s popular works The Last Supper for it’s symbolism. And these speculation is instigated to volatile the imitation sales. Today a condom factory office would put up such great imitation just to provoke the interior decoration technique losing the very essence of it’s symbolism. In a contemporary advertisement it is advisable to put up something new. And so an electronic goods company decides to put Jesus Christ at stake. He actually danced to the tunes and melodies sprinkling out of that juke box. His crucifixion and divinity has been sold to the computer graphics fantasies. Oh!! What an art of visualization??

Nothing is more confusing, for someone not familiar with music history, than to hear about something like: "classical music". One could define this term as: 'a kind of art form which has proved to be of a mature nature and balanced in emotions and formal structure. In normal language it simply means that this music is not belonging to the range of easy listening or pop music. It requires a certain level of involvement of the listener. The term 'classic' came in vogue after Ludwig van Beethoven death (1827) and denotes the perfection of form structure, the humanitarian continence and aesthetic ideals. One can freely translate 'classical' by adapting virtues as "truth, beauty, symmetry and harmony" as well as simplicity and clarity. Emotion, reason, continence and structure create a subtle balance in the outlook of the composition. You can truly say that the obtained result is 'timeless'. Is it???... How well it has been defined when a car in it’s reverse gear grounding the High Classical Period musician Joannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart or a high priced lighter singing Late Baroque Period composer Johann Sebastian Bach amidst the fire to light up a cigarette.

Advertisements, broadcasts and marketing strategies are slowly becoming parasites to the society…. It is eating up the ability to think…. It forces the consumers to buy the products with lifted costs….. In fictional literature such as Faust by Goethe, Faust's selling his soul to the devil in return for power over the physical world, is also often interpreted as a metaphor for the adoption of industrial technology. Thus we shall never experience our relationship to the essence of technology so long as we merely conceive and push forward the technological, put up with it, or evade it. Everywhere we remain chained to technology, whether we passionately affirm or deny it.

Slaves.........How long???

Bang…Boom…..gun shots could be heard from various directions….tanks firing shells….fighters jets landing deaths …….and we are the soldiers of fortune……we are in a state of war……with blood defining the colour of river…and black is what we get to wear.

This is an actual, intentional and widespread armed conflict between the mortals and omniscient. The mere threat of war and the presence of mutual disdain between them do not suffice as indicators of war. The conflict of arms should be actual and not merely latent to fight on. What a battle to be won which starts when the child is born as we open our eyes to the day it gets closed. But human never gave up and probably will never give up.

Well… The onset of war requires a conscious commitment, and a significant mobilization, on the part of the belligerents in question. There's no real war, so to speak, until the fighters intend to go to war and until they do so with a heavy quantum of force. Realism is a complex and often sophisticated doctrine; its core propositions express a strong suspicion about applying moral concepts, like justice, to the conduct of factual affairs. And even with all the forces joined we will still succumb to the imminent adversaries. We know it….. Still we try to overcome the inevitable. Can we???

But it seems at least obvious that a divine infinite being conceived of as necessary infinitely knowledgeable would also know how? A finite person dying feels like as He would have access to all knowledge including the obvious experiences of the dying human. If man is truly free to choose between different alternatives, it is very difficult to understand how He could know in advance which way he will choose. We are ready…. So come on board as we need a lot of soldiers… As time, though has never been defeated but…… Probably someday we can… we might…and we will.

In Love with a Whore.....

Today, this is my offering to show my respect and gratitude towards a whore, who has been defying the very existence of such genre. “She”….. She has the power to accept every single individual who just have to act as her customer. They can be a fair skinned filth or a dark skin saint. They can be a white collared monster or a blue coloured saviour. It is “she” who welcomes and broadcasts all are welcome to enjoy the pleasure of her lap. All are welcome to facilitate the sweat on her lips and the warmth between her thighs. And she has the power to take it all. She for ages is the shelter of desires, in which we are all captives.

On this day, I proudly confess, that I’m in love. I’m in love with this woman. I can sense, she is the one for whom I can bleed. She is the one for whom I can draw my first blood. In her name my heart snivel. In her name, my tears flow down my cheeks. And if you can read my tears, you can see her portrait, serene and calm. You will be able to feel her divinity, her eternity. It is because of her I’ve tasted my youth my life. The ever increasing debts never seems to stops, as my hungers grows to void in. I seek the path to thank her for her unconditional love. As she stands tall for her unnamed duty towards the trivial who never sensed the necessity of understanding her. She screams under the dark night and smiles in the morning. And yes, I’m proud of being in love with such a whore who does not fashion to void her stomach or her earthly pleasures but for our never satisfying demands. This puts me under an obligation and imprisonment behind the bars of romance, culture and humanity. I bow down to her, for she is my home, my city Kolkata.

Discrepancy of Evolution

And so we talked all night under the dark sky with the stars peeping into our weightless conversation…. We talked of our future, where we gonna be….I kept on bolstering myself that times will never change and it will always be the same….alas!! The reason only why can I shore up the thoughts….

The moments, the days, the nights we spent together will never come back ….and we’ll no more be hanging out as we chose (flown to) different tracks…..now that big jobs and big money makes the cut ….if we look back …will our jokes still be funny??? It was the time when breaking the rule was the unofficial hostel rule…. It was the time when we need to be late as the morning bell rung….the time when the mugs and glasses were made empty in a smoky room…the moments of laughter and smiles bottled through….

In a moment we were Keats, Frost, Shelly and Zidane, Beckham, Figo on the other… and sometimes we were Marlon Brando, Al Pacino … sometimes we were Mithun and Akshay….. And at times we were the squeaky philosophers clustering about life and suddenly we were zooming into feminine fantasies….oh hell the guitars and drums to harmonium and tabla….head banging with Guns n Roses and Iron Maiden to weepy Tagore…..not to mention the evergreen complains against the mess and the mush…. When the masks fell we were same old friends again…pinching, taunting, fighting and tickling……

Where have our night long movie sessions gone?? Where have our dizzy mornings gone?? Where has our eleventh hour management for the semesters gone?? Desks are converted to tables….T-shirts and jeans has been replaced by formal trousers and tie…cello maxwriter has been replaced by parker…… traveling without ticket in general compartment has modified to AC two tiers and flights and in most advertency laughter into busy disambiguating the slavery…

Now that we have turned into women and men shall the shadow of the past follow us around….shall the memories fade away as we leave for the crown?????