Sunday Short : Neelum

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Stained glass plays tricks on eyes.Neelum stares at them.

‘Pretty isn’t it.Ahmer do you know people emit colors too..As Auras’

‘They say you see auras’

‘Word travels fast here’

‘Small town perks; I guess .Is it true then?’

‘Yes. It’s rare’

I couldn’t believe when Neelum accepted my invitation today. A strange newcomer in this boring old town. Psychic or not, she’s beautiful.

‘Abilities and circumstances color your halo.Green: healers, Yellow: leaders, Indigo: psychics
‘Read mine – Careful!’

Chunni enters fumbling with the tray. Such peony hands.Yesterdays’s beating has smartened her up though.

Neelum stands.

‘Grey: abused.I sense it a lot around your house’

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Sunday Short : Neelum

Haminasto – Of Khusro,Kashmir and Katrina

Gar Firdaus, barooye zameen ast
Haminasto, Haminasto
Meri jaan rooh dil se baajrabast
Haminasto, Haminasto.. 

Being a poet has to be the best and worst thing in this world.You will find joy and beauty everywhere.Whether its a flower,person,mountain or a beautiful person with a flower on a mountain.Just as it makes one ecstatic for no reason  it also makes you melancholic for things you never had or sigh for people you will never know.This pesky itch will make you yearn for the unattainable.Forget people,a beautiful place alone can drive you to insanity.Are you dismissing this as BS?Lets rewind time and join Amir Khusro on his travel to Kashmir.Shayir tha na tou kashmir dekh kar dewana hogaya! The sheer beauty of Kashmir makes Amir Khusro exclaim:

” if there is paradise on this earth somewhere,
here it is, here it is.
inhabited by my life, my soul and my heart,
this is the place, here it is.”

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He ends up penning a poem in Persian cause that is how he rolled.This piece survives the burn of centuries and by the twist of fate ends up on the table of the film makers of ‘Fitoor’.

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Whoever named this gorgeous monstrosity Fitoor needs an Oscar because this movie is a fitoor.Fitoor means Mania and the whole theme of the movie revolves around the mania or obsession of the protagonist around Firdaus. And Firdaus means Jannat. His jannat  .The heaven on Earth.His mania.His Haminasto.

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It can be safely said that when Mr Charles Dickens drew up Estella over his evening wine she was a merely a selfish piece of shit and nothing beyond that. That was that…But here comes our Firdaus! The Heaven on Earth. The heaven Amir Khusro exclaimed about.She IS Kashmir.The beautiful mystery who has virtually no control over her fate.Sadly trapped between the Mania of others.The fitoor of others.

khaamosh darakhton ke saaye
ye khauf hai soya saa
kuch khoya khoya humne bhi
ye chehra hai roya saa

even the shadows of trees are silent here,
it’s a sleeping fear here..
I also have lost something,
this face is as if it has cried..

We will come back to Firdaus in a while but first lets look at this beautiful couplet.Why? Cause meri marzi. This piece seems to be lamenting over the loss of a loved one,granting this line a very personal aspect.A personal aspect of Kashmir too may be? where it laments for all the losses it has faced over the years. Who knows what the lyricist wants to convey here…but whatever it is we have to agree that it takes a very tortured and  beautiful mind to come up with a song like this.Like we saw earlier how it takes a little few minutes to enjoy a page of poetry and a lifetime of being lonely and misunderstood to produce one.

Despite what you think about this project,one has to admit that some very rare and special people made fitoor.Yes,agreed that it failed with the masses and box office but may be it wasn’t made to appease them.It was this team’s tribute to Kashmir.To Firdaus,the heaven on Earth.

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One example of their sheer brilliance has to be the casting of Katina Kaif as Firdaus (even  though the film could not do wonders for her career which is sad).
She perfectly embodies the enigma that is Estella. In fact she IS Estella.The Ice Queen.The Mysterious.The Wonderful.The Beautiful

Ah I can write on this movie for days and days but the life outside the domain of Cinema calls me .Arahi hun bhuiyyee. So till next time world.Will see you Haminasto.

 

Haminasto – Of Khusro,Kashmir and Katrina

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The biscuits tasted sweet.
He dearly missed that of ignorance of youth.Youth itself is a mirage!How blissfully it wraps a person into a delusion of power.Makes one feel that they can Understand and Change anything.Everything.After all Everything is either in the in the absolute right or wrong.Black or white.

He popped another biscuit in his mouth.Too sweet.

Things change and the universe forces a person to acknowledge unpleasant things.Makes you admit of all kinds of realities and see that there are no absolute no rights and wrongs.No abrupt ends to stories and People are in the varying shades of gray.

The aftertaste in his mouth was tinged with bitterness.

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